“What was she like?” asked Philippa in a low tone.
“Look in the mirror, Lady,” answered Agnes.
Philippa began to wonder whether this were the mysterious reason for her bitter lot.
“Dost thou know I am to be wed?”
“Ay, Lady.”
So the very lavenders had known it before herself! But finding Agnes, as she thought, more communicative than before, Philippa returned to her former subject.
“What was her name?”
Agnes shook her head.
“Thou knowest it?”
The lavender nodded in answer.