"Agnes, I am always telling Him."
"And is He not, then, always hearing you?"
Light came into the sad blue eyes.
"Aye, He must be always hearing. I thank thee."
The door opened, and Marion came in.
"Agnes, here is—O my Lady, I cry you mercy. I wist not you were hither."
"Make an end, Marion," said Lady Anne, with a smile.
"Under your Ladyship's pleasure.—Agnes, here is one that would have speech of you. He hath brought a letter, if I err not, and for some cause is desirous to deliver the same into your own hand."
"Go and see to it, Agnes," said Lady Anne kindly: and Agnes left the room, and descended a long flight of stairs to the base court, where the stranger awaited her.
The stranger! Ah, what a stranger he felt, standing there in the meanest part of his own house, among strange menials to whom his face was unknown, for whom his voice had no authority. Did he think of Another who was Lord and Master of all, and who came unto His own, and His own received Him not?