Thus for one second's space she stood, dazzling his very eyesight with her strange, dauntless splendour; and then she set the great rose-wreath upon her head, so crowning it.
"You came to see me," she said, the spark in her eyes growing to the size of a star; "I bid you look at me--and see how grief has faded me these past months, and how I am bowed down by it.

Look well--that you may remember." "I look," he said, almost panting.
"Then," she said, her fine-cut nostril pinching itself with her breath, as she pointed down the path before her--"_go_!--back to your kennel!" * * * * * That night she appeared at the birth-night ball with the wreath of roses on her head.

No other ladies wore such things, 'twas a fashion of her own; but she wore it in such beauty and with such state that it became a crown again even as it had been the first moment that she had put it on.
All gazed at her as she entered, and a murmur followed her as she moved with her father up the broad oak staircase which was known through all the country for its width and massive beauty.

In the hall below guests were crowded, and there were indeed few of them who did not watch her as she mounted by Sir Jeoffry's side.

In the upper hall there were guests also, some walking to and fro, some standing talking, many looking down at the arrivals as they came up.
"'Tis Mistress Wildairs," these murmured as they saw her.