"I suppose I could not have cared as you mean, or I should never have done this."
Then Fairfax cursed under his breath, and once again, this time brutally, caught her in his arms and kissed her, crying to her as he had cried once before—
"Tell him how I kissed you—tell him!"
White as death, Mary Faversham pushed him from her. "For the love of God, Tony, go!"
And he went, stumbling down the stairs. Out in Windsor the bugles for some solemn festivity were blowing.
"The flowers of the forest are all wied away."