It was a great relief to him then when Mistress Anne flounced out of the room, and he heard a door upstairs bang very loudly, being a signal that she had shut herself, angrily, in her own bower, as it was called by the maids.
“Poor child,” he muttered; “I fear her heart is set on this young knight.”
“What’s that you say?” exclaimed Dame Beckley, who had entered, and heard a part of his speech.
“I say, I fear me that her heart is set upon this young knight, my dear.”
“Tut—tut—tut. Yes, I suppose so,” replied the dame. “But the other day it was that Captain Gil.”
“Ay, she’s a headstrong girl,” said the baronet; “and we shall have much trouble with her yet. How much she takes after my family, to be sure!”
Dame Beckley glanced sidewise at her lord, but she did not speak; and then, hearing that Sir Mark had not returned, and that Sir Thomas did not know whether he would return, she fully divined how it was that the eruption of temper had taken place; and sighing, and wishing her daughter well wed, she retired to cull simples in the garden, and feel thankful that she had outgrown all such troubles of her own.
How Sir Mark played his Cards.
There was news at the Pool-house next day that Culverin Carr’s ship had sailed; Jeremiah Cobbe hearing thereof from his man, Tom Croftly.