"I come from--I would speak to her of--of Sir John Oxon--whom she knows." The man's face changed.

It was Jenfry.
"Sir John Oxon," he said.

"Then I will ask her.

Had you said any other name I would not have gone near her to-day." Her ladyship was in her new closet with Mistress Anne, and there the lacquey came to her to deliver his errand.
"A country-bred young woman, your ladyship," he said, "comes from Sir John Oxon--" "From Sir John Oxon!" cried Anne, starting in her chair.
My Lady Dunstanwolde made no start, but turned a steady countenance towards the door, looking into the lacquey's face.
"Then he hath returned ?" she said.
"Returned!" said Anne.
"After the morning he rode home with me," my lady answered, "'twas said he went away.

He left his lodgings without warning.