More than that, she had nothing with which to support it.

Better be of the yeoman class like Ermentrude, and smile like a duchess granting favors.

Or so she thought, poor girl, as her meek regard passed from the friend whose attractions she had thus acknowledged to the man whose approbation would make a goddess of her too.
He was coming--not with his usual indifferent swing, but eagerly, joyously, as though this moment meant something to him too.

She knew it did.

Small memories rushing upon her, made no doubt of that.