Therefore, as I say, I kept a merry Yule at Jargeau, going bravely clad, and dancing all night long with the merriest.

Only the wan face of the Maid (that in time of war had been so gallant and glad) came between me and my pleasures.

Not that she was wilfully and wantonly sad, yet now and again we could mark in her face the great and loving pity that possessed her for France.

Now I would be half angered with her, but again far more wroth with myself, who could thus lightly think of that passion of hers.

But when she might she was ever at her prayers, or in company of children, or seeking out such as were poor and needy, to whom she was abundantly lavish of her gifts, so that, wheresoever the Court went, the people blessed her.
In these months I had tidings of Elliot now and again; and as occasion served I wrote to her, with messages of my love, and with a gift, as of a ring or a jewel.