But having started back, the next instant she started forward to gaze again, all her timid soul in her eyes.
"'Tis he!" she panted; "'tis he himself! He hath come in hope to speak with my sister, and she is abroad.

Poor gentleman, he hath come in such high spirit, and must ride back heavy of heart.

How comely, and how finely clad he is!" He was, in sooth, with his rich riding-habit, his handsome face, his plumed hat, and the sun shining on the fair luxuriant locks which fell beneath it.

It was Sir John Oxon, and he was habited as when he rode in the park in town and the court was there.

Not so were attired the country gentry whom Anne had been wont to see, though many of them were well mounted, knowing horseflesh and naught else, as they did.
She pressed her cheek against the side of the oriel window, over which the ivy grew thickly.