But I think it was pure spite." Then he waved his hand towards the long seat that stood at the back of the arbor.

"Will your ladyship not sit?
You will forgive that I urge it in my own interest.

They tell me that it is not good for me to stand too long just yet." It was his hope that she would depart.

Not so.

"I cry you mercy!" said she acidly, and rustled to the bench.