The beauty, the grace, the pride, that deigned small response to well-meant words,--all that would have been intolerable in plain Mistress Percy, once a waiting maid, then a piece of merchandise to be sold for one hundred and twenty pounds of tobacco, then the wife of a poor gentleman, was pardoned readily enough to the Lady Jocelyn Leigh, the ward of the King, the bride to be (so soon as the King's Court of High Commission should have snapped in twain an inconvenient and ill-welded fetter) of the King's minion.
So she passed like a splendid vision through the street perhaps once a week.

On Sundays she went with me to church, and the people looked at her instead of at the minister, who rebuked them not, because his eyes were upon the same errand.
The early autumn passed and the leaves began to turn, and still all things were as they had been, save that the Assembly sat no longer.

My fellow Burgesses went back to their hundreds, but my house at Weyanoke knew me no more.

In a tone that was apologetic, but firm, the Governor had told me that he wished my company at Jamestown.

I was pleased enough to stay, I assured him,--as indeed I was.