In spite of the ceremony through which they had gone together, Mr.Wilding still mostly thought of her as of a mistress very difficult to woo.
"Fitting ?" she echoed, and then after a pause, "Am I not your wife ?" she asked him in a low voice, her cheeks crimsoning.
"Ha! 'Pon honour, I had almost forgot," said he, and though the burden of his words seemed mocking, their tone was sad.
Of the passers-by that jostled them a couple had now paused to watch a scene that had an element of the unusual in it.

She pulled her wimple closer to her face, took him by the arm, and drew him with her into the house.
"Close the door," she bade him, and Trenchard, who had stood aside that they might pass in, forestalled him in obeying her.

"Now lead me to your room, said she, and Wilding in amaze turned to Trenchard as if asking his consent, for the lodging, after all, was Trenchard's.
"I'll wait here," said Nick, and waved his hand towards an oak bench that stood in the passage.

"You had best make haste," he urged his friend; "you are late already.

That is, unless you are of a mind to set the lady's affairs before King Monmouth's.