Trust me, she but bides her time to let me know it--and you too, my Rowland.' 'I am sure you mistake her, Amanda,' said Scudamore.

'Her looks are but modest, and her words but shy, for she came hither from a lonely house.
I believe she is honest and good.' 'Seest thou not then how that she makes friends with none but her betters?
Already hath she wound herself around my lady's heart, forsooth! and now she pays her court to the puffing chaplain! Hast thou never observed, my Rowland, how oft she crosses the bridge to the yellow tower?
What seeks she there?
Old Kaltoff, the Dutchman, it can hardly be.

I know she thinks to curry with my lord by pretending to love locks and screws and pistols and such like.

"But why should she haunt the place when my lord is not there ?" you will ask.

Her pretence will hold the better for it, no doubt, and Caspar will report concerning her.