"Ride southward," said Lord Berners, and panted as they buckled on his disused armor; "but harkee, Frayne! if you pass the Countess of Farrington's company, speak no syllable of your news, since it is not convenient that a lady so thoroughly and so praiseworthily—Lord, Lord, how I have fattened!—so intent on holy things, in fine, should have her meditations disturbed by any such unsettling tidings. Hey, son-in-law?"
Sir Gregory Darrell laughed, and very bitterly. "He that is without blemish among you—" he said. Then they armed completely.
THE END OF THE FOURTH NOVEL
V
The Story of the Housewife
"Selh que m blasma vostr' amor ni m defen
Non podon far en re mon cor mellor,
Ni'l dous dezir qu'ieu ai de vos major,
Ni l'enveya' ni'l dezir, ni'l talen."
THE FIFTH NOVEL.—PHILIPPA OF HAINAULT DARES TO
LOVE UNTHRIFTILY, AND BY THE PRODIGALITY OF HER
AFFECTION SHAMES TREACHERY, AND COMMON-SENSE,
AND HIGH ROMANCE, QUITE STOLIDLY; BUT, AS LOVING
GOES, IS OVERTOPPED BY HER MORE STOLID SQUIRE.
The Story of the Housewife
