The lady gave the one, after a slight glance, to the charge of her attendant, while she read, or rather devoured, the contents of the other.
"Surely, lady," said Janet, gazing with admiration at the neck-string of pearls, "the daughters of Tyre wore no fairer neck-jewels than these.
And then the posy, 'For a neck that is fairer'-- each pearl is worth a freehold." "Each word in this dear paper is worth the whole string, my girl.

But come to my tiring-room, girl; we must be brave, my lord comes hither to-night .-- He bids me grace you, Master Varney, and to me his wish is a law.

I bid you to a collation in my bower this afternoon; and you, too, Master Foster.

Give orders that all is fitting, and that suitable preparations be made for my lord's reception to-night." With these words she left the apartment.
"She takes state on her already," said Varney, "and distributes the favour of her presence, as if she were already the partner of his dignity.

Well, it is wise to practise beforehand the part which fortune prepares us to play--the young eagle must gaze at the sun ere he soars on strong wing to meet it." "If holding her head aloft," said Foster, "will keep her eyes from dazzling, I warrant you the dame will not stoop her crest.