If all ladies were as wise and cunning, there would be no tales to tell." She talked long and garrulously, and set forth to them how Mistress Clorinda had looked straight at her with her black eyes, until she had almost shaken as she sat, because it seemed as though she dared her to disobey her will; and how she had sat with her hair trailing upon the floor over the chair's back, and at first it had seemed that she was flushed with anger, but next as if she had smiled.
"Betimes," said Mistress Wimpole, "I am afraid when she smiles, but to- night some thought had crossed her mind that pleased her.

I think it was that she liked to think that he who has conquered so many ladies will find that he is to be outwitted and made a mock of.

She likes that others shall be beaten if she thinks them impudent.

She liked it as a child, and would flog the stable-boys with her little whip until they knelt to beg her pardon for their freedoms." That night Mistress Anne went to her bed-chamber with her head full of wandering thoughts, and she had not the power to bid them disperse themselves and leave her--indeed, she scarce wished for it.

She was thinking of Clorinda, and wondering sadly that she was of so high a pride that she could bear herself as though there were no human weakness in her breast, not even the womanly weakness of a heart.