He had come home from a journey, changed his clothes, and had some food; and now he appeared in his wife's parlour--to sun himself a little, he said.

When he entered, Dorothy, who was seated at her mistress's embroidery frame, while she was herself busy mending some Flanders lace, rose to leave the room.

But he prayed her to be seated, saying gayly, 'I would have you see, cousin, that I am no beast of prey that loves the darkness.

I can endure the daylight.

Come, my lady, have you nothing to amuse your soldier with?
No good news to tell him?
How is my little Molly ?' During the conjugal talk that followed, his cousin had good opportunity of making her observations.