When she caught sight of Anne's reflection in the glass before her, she turned and stood staring at her in wonder.
"What--nay, what is this ?" she cried.

"What do you come for?
On my soul, you come for something--or you have gone mad." Anne started forward, trembling, her hands clasped upon her breast, and fell at her feet with sobs.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, "I came--for something--to speak--to pray you--! Sister--Clorinda, have patience with me--till my courage comes again!" and she clutched her robe.
Something which came nigh to being a shudder passed through Mistress Clorinda's frame; but it was gone in a second, and she touched Anne--though not ungently--with her foot, withdrawing her robe.
"Do not stain it with your tears," she said "'twould be a bad omen." Anne buried her face in her hands and knelt so before her.
"'Tis not too late!" she said--"'tis not too late yet." "For what ?" Clorinda asked.

"For what, I pray you tell me, if you can find your wits.

You go beyond my patience with your folly." "Too late to stop," said Anne--"to draw back and repent." "What ?" commanded Clorinda--"what then should I repent me ?" "This marriage," trembled Mistress Anne, taking her poor hands from her face to wring them.

"It should not be." "Fool!" quoth Clorinda.