The greeting between them was simple and genuine, and ere they parted, Bayly had promised to do his best in representing the matter to the marquis, his daughter-in-law, lady Margaret, the wife of lord Herbert, and his daughter, lady Anne, who, although the most rigid catholic in the house, was already the doctor's special friend.
It would have been greatly unlike the marquis or any of his family to refuse such a prayer.

Had not their house been for centuries the abode of hospitality, the embodiment of shelter?
On the mere representation of Dr.Bayly, and the fact of the relationship, which, although distant, was well enough known, within two days mistress Dorothy Vaughan received an invitation to enter the family of the marquis, as one of the gentlewomen of lady Margaret's suite.

It was of course gratefully accepted, and as soon as Mr.Herbert thought himself sufficiently recovered to encounter the fatigues of travelling, he urged on the somewhat laggard preparations of Dorothy, that he might himself see her safely housed on his way to Llangattock, whither he was most anxious to return.
It was a lovely spring morning when they set out together on horseback for Raglan.

The sun looked down like a young father upon his earth-mothered children, peeping out of their beds to greet him after the long winter night.

The rooks were too busy to caw, dibbling deep in the soft red earth with their great beaks.