And when she asked what turn the sickness took,
Her voice's passing pureness on a low note shook.
Young Lion Occleve entered at her side,
A well-built, clever man, unduly grave,
One whose repute already travelled wide
For skill in breeding beasts. His features gave
Promise of brilliant mind, far-seeing, brave,
One who would travel far. His manly grace
Grew wistful when his eyes were turned on Mary's face.
"Tell me," said Mary, "what did doctor say?