"Oh!"
There was a little silence. The other tongues prattled louder. Rebecca leaned towards me.
"Have you seen her?" she asked.
"Who?"
She gave an impetuous little shake of her head. "You know," she said.
"Well?" I asked.
"She hath taken me through all the grand places, Ramsay; through Whitehall and Hampton Court and the Tower! She hath come to see me every week!"
I said nothing.
"To-morrow she goes to Oxford with the queen. She is not happy, Ramsay. She says she feels like a caged bird. Ramsay, why did she love that north land where the wicked Frenchman took her?"
"I don't know, Rebecca. She once said it was strong and pure and free."