“That was the Damsel Margaret, daughter of Sir Hubert the Earl.”
“What sort of a maiden is she?”
“Very sweet and gentle. I liked her extremely. She was always most kind to me.”
“Is she attached to my Lord of Gloucester?”
It was a new idea to Belasez.
“Really, I never thought of that, Cress. But I should not at all wonder if she be. She is constantly talking of him.”
“Does he care for her?”
“I fancy he does, by the way I have seen him look up at her windows.”
“Yes, I could tell that from his face.”
The tone of her brother’s voice struck Belasez unpleasantly.