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Grisell's feeling was by this time concentrated in the one hope that she should be dutiful to the poor, unwilling bridegroom, far more to be pitied than herself, and that she should be guarded by God whatever befell. It was over.
Already, during their least prosperous days, Grisell's beauty and charm had made at least two Berwickshire gentlemen "of fortune and character" beg for her hand, and it was to her parents' regret that she refused them both, because her heart was already in the keeping of a penniless guardsman in the Dutch service.
It was my fault for getting into his way when I should have been in the garden. Dear Madge, canst thou speak for him?" Madge was Edmund's sister, Margaret of York, who stood trembling and crying by Grisell's bed. The Earl of Salisbury, called Prudence. Contemporary Poem.
Dame Gresford continued to be Grisell's protector, and let the girl sit and spin or embroider beside her, while the other ladies of the house played at ball in the court, or watched the exercises of the pages and squires.
Some of the young squires who are fools enough to hanker after a few maids or look at the fairer ones get their noses wellnigh pinched off by Proud Cis's Mother of the Maids." "Then it would not avail to send poor Grisell's greetings by you." "I should like to see myself delivering them! Besides, we shall meet my lord in camp, with no cumbrance of woman gear."
They never saw more of him till they landed at the Brill. From that they set out on foot for Rotterdam with one of the gentlemen that had been kind to them on the crossing to Holland. It was a cold, wet, dirty night. Grisell's little sister, a girl not well able to walk, soon lost her shoes in the dirt.
She declared that the sight of Grisell made her ill, and insisted that the veiled hood which all the girls wore should be pulled forward whenever they came near one another, and that Grisell's place should be out of her sight in chapel or refectory.
That lonely walk in the night must always have been full of terrors, yet Grisell's love for her father was so great that she steadfastly braved them all. One fear only she had that of the soldiers.
This was rather an exaggeration, but joy did make a good deal of difference in Grisell's face, and the Duchess Margaret was one of the most eager and warm-hearted people living, fervent alike in love and in hate, ready both to act on slight evidence for those whose cause she took up, and to nourish bitter hatred against the enemies of her house. "Now, tell me all," she continued in English.
Her chamber, which Cuthbert Ridley's exertions had compelled the women to prepare for her, was as seen in the light of the long evening a desolate place, within a turret, opening from the solar, or chamber of her parents and Bernard, the loophole window devoid of glass, though a shutter could be closed in bad weather, the walls circular and of rough, untouched, unconcealed stone, a pallet bed the only attempt at furniture, except one chest and Grisell's own mails tumbled down anyhow, and all pervaded by an ancient and fishy smell.
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