For a moment my heart was bitter within me.

The pang passed, and my hand tightened its grasp upon the chair in which sat the woman I had wed.

She was my wife, and I would keep my own.
My lord had paused to speak to the Governor, who had risen to greet him.
Now he came toward us, and the crowd pressed and whispered.

He bowed low to Mistress Percy, made as if to pass on, then came to a stop before her, his hat in his hand, his handsome head bent, a smile upon his bearded lips.
"When was it that we last sat to see men bowl, lady ?" he said.

"I remember a gay match when I bowled against my Lord of Buckingham, and fair ladies sat and smiled upon us.