Somehow the Welshwoman had managed things for him, and all was well again.

I had my own thought that Elfrida was by no means unwilling to meet him halfway, but I did not say so.

I think I had fairly got over my feelings by this time, but I must say that I felt a sort of half jealousy about it.

But the more I came to look on the South Saxon's round face, and to think of him as Elfrida's favoured lover, the less I felt it.

It became a jest to watch the going of the affair, and I was not the only one who found it so in a very short time.
Erpwald made no secret of his devotion.