His lady stopped a moment to pat them and to speak to him a word of praise of their condition; and being so favoured, he spoke also, rolling his eyes in his delight at finding somewhat to impart.
"Yesterday, ladyship, when I took them out," he said, "a gentleman marked them, knowing whose they were.

He asked me when my lady came again to town, and I answered him to-day.

'Twas the fair gentleman in his own hair." "'Twas Sir John Oxon, your ladyship," said the lacquey nearest to him.
Her ladyship left caressing her spaniel and stood upright.

Little Nero was frightened, fearing she was angered; she stood so straight and tall, but she said nothing and passed on.
At the top of the staircase she turned to Mistress Anne with a laugh.
"Thy favourite again, Anne," she said.

"He means to haunt me, now we are alone.