But the handsome peasant was as proud as a princess, and so she was.

And she would see him hanged first, and so she would, before she would degrade herself for him, especially as she wasn't overmuch in love with him herself, but only pleased with his preference, and proud to show him off.

She didn't worship him at all.

She worshiped herself, my lady.
And she could take care of herself and keep him in his place, even while she sort of encouraged his attentions.

That was the secret of her power over him, my lady.