She said once: “Ancestresses of yours, my lord, have undertaken pilgrimages as acts of penance for sin, to obtain heaven’s intercession in their extremity.”
“I dare say they did,” he replied. “The monks got round them.”
“It is not to be laughed at, if it eased their hearts.”
Timidly she renewed her request for permission to perform the pilgrimage to Bevisham.
“Wait,” said he, “till Nevil is on his legs.”
“Have you considered where I may then be, Everard?”
“My love, you sleep well, don’t you?”
“You see me every night.”
“I see you sound asleep.”
“I see you watching me.”