"Then I do in few words what his Grace does in many," I retorted.
I went about it like a dolt, I do not doubt. For she flew out at me, demanding in what esteem I held her, and in what her birth fell short of Anne Hyde's—"who is now Duchess of York, and in whose service I have the honour to be."
"Is that your pattern?" I asked. "Will the King interpose for you as he did for the daughter of Lord Clarendon?"
She tossed her head, answering:
"Perhaps so much interference will not be needed."
"And does my Lord Carford share these plans of yours?" I asked with a sneer.
The question touched her; she flushed again, but gave way not an inch.
"Lord Carford has done me much honour, as you know," said she, "but he wouldn't stand in my way here."
"Indeed he doesn't!" I cried. "Nor in his Grace's!"
"Have you done, sir?" says she most scornfully.