“If it be somewhat naughty, Lady Custance, you should not seek to know it.”
“But my Lady my mother wagged her head, though she spake not. So I want to know.”
“Then your best way, Damosel,” suggested the troubled Agnes, “were to ask at her Grace.”
“I did ask at her.”
“And what said she?”
“She said she would tell me another day. But I want to know now.”
“Her Grace’s answer might have served you, Lady.”
“It did not serve Ned. He said he would know. And so will I.”
“The Lord Edward is two years your elder, Lady.”
“Truth,” said the child shrewdly, “and you be sixty years mine elder, so you should know more than he by thirty.”