Sit! sit!--and let me call for wine!" She spoke to a lacquey and bade him bring the drink, for even as she sank into her place Anne's cheeks grew whiter.
When 'twas brought, her ladyship poured it forth and gave it to her sister with her own hand, obliging her to drink enough to bring her colour back.

Having seen to this, she addressed the servant who had obeyed her order.
"Hath Jenfry returned from Sir John Oxon ?" she demanded, in that clear, ringing voice of hers, whose music ever arrested those surrounding her, whether they were concerned in her speech or no; but now all felt sufficient interest to prick up ears and hearken to what was said.
"No, my lady," the lacquey answered.

"He said that you had bidden him to wait." "But not all day, poor fool," she said, setting down Anne's empty glass upon the salver.

"Did he think I bade him stand about the door all night?
Bring me his message when he comes." "'Tis ever thus with these dull serving folk," she said to those nearest her.

"One cannot pay for wit with wages and livery.