If they fell idle, and little was done of a morning, they went unrebuked; thoroughness, and not haste, appearing to be Mistress Deborah's motto.
The master of Fair View found it too noisy in his house to sit therein, and too warm to ride abroad.

There were left the seat built round the cherry-tree in the garden, the long, cool box walk, and the terrace with a summer-house at either end.

It was pleasant to read out of doors, pacing the box walk, or sitting beneath the cherry-tree, with the ripening fruit overhead.

If the book was long in reading, if morning by morning Haward's finger slipped easily in between the selfsame leaves, perhaps it was the fault of poet or philosopher.

If Audrey's was the fault, she knew it not.
How could she know it, who knew herself, that she was a poor, humble maid, whom out of pure charity and knightly tenderness for weak and sorrowful things he long ago had saved, since then had maintained, now was kind to; and knew him, that he was learned and great and good, the very perfect gentle knight who, as he rode to win the princess, yet could stoop from his saddle to raise and help the herd girl?
She had found of late that she was often wakeful of nights; when this happened, she lay and looked out of her window at the stars and wondered about the princess.