The loons of townsmen and their gossiping wives lined the approach on either side; Nell sprang out, merry, radiant, unashamed; she laughed in my face as she ran past me amid the plaudits; slowly Barbara followed; with a low bow I offered my arm.

Alas, there rose a murmur of questions concerning her; who was the lady that rode with Nell Gwyn, who was he that, although plainly attired, bore himself so proudly?
Was he some great lord, travelling unknown, and was the lady----?
Well, the conjectures may be guessed, and Mistress Quinton heard them.

Her pride broke for a moment and I feared she would weep; then she drew herself up and walked slowly by with a haughty air and a calm face, so that the murmured questions fell to silence.

Perhaps I also had my share in the change, for I walked after her, wearing a fierce scowl, threatening with my eyes, and having my hand on the hilt of my sword.
The host, elate with the honour of Nell's coming, was eager to offer us accommodation.

Barbara addressed not a word either to Nell or to me, but followed a maid to the chamber allotted to her.