"It is the first time I have ever been cried at," she said. "Come; we are nearly home. There is St. Peter's spire."
"Shall we not—?" began Marjorie.
"No, no" (and the pale face tightened suddenly). "My fellows will give them a lesson. The crowd is on our side as yet."
IV
As they rode in under the archway that led in beside the great doors of Babington House, three or four grooms ran forward at once. It was plain that their coming was looked for with some eagerness.
Alice's manner seemed curiously different from that of the quiet woman who had sat so patiently beside Marjorie in the manor among the hills: a certain air of authority and dignity sat on her now that she was back in her own place.
"Is Mrs. FitzHerbert here?" she asked from the groom who helped her to the ground.
"Yes, mistress; she came from the inn this morning, and—"
"Well?"
"She is in a great taking, mistress. She would eat nothing, they said."