Like the nymphs of the hunting Maid they all clustered about her, showing the Queen-Mother how tall she was and how nobly figured.

She flushed a little and breathed a little faster; but making her reverence she recovered herself, and stood with that curious look on her face, half surprise, half discontent, which made men call her the sulky fair.

So the Queen-Mother read the look.
'No pouting with me, mistress,' she said.

'Send these women away.

It is with you I have to deal.' 'Do we deal singly, Madame ?' said Jehane.