much easier than restitution to an indolent selfish nature.

So it was that at the time this story opens, which was several years
after King Charles's return, Sir Richard and his two daughters were
living almost in poverty at Sundridge, hoping for help from the king,
though little expecting it. Without assistance furnished by myself and a
former retainer of Sir Richard, one Roger Wentworth, who had become a
prosperous tanner of Sundridge, my cousins and my uncle would have been
reduced to want. But Wentworth and I kept up a meagre household, and I
was on watch at court to forward my uncle's interest, if by any good
fortune an opportunity should come. At last, after long waiting, it came,
though as often occurs with happiness delayed, it was mingled with
bitterness.

I think it was in the year 1662 or '63--it may have been a year or two
earlier or later, I cannot say at this distance of time--the Duchess of
York, who, with her husband, lived in Whitehall Palace with King Charles,
announced her intention of choosing her maids of honor by personal
inspection. She declared that, barring the fact that the maids must be of
good family, beauty would win the golden apple, as it had in olden
Greece. On hearing this news, I saw the opportunity for which I had
waited so long. If beauty was to be the test, surely my cousin Frances
would become a maid of honor, and once at court, if she could keep her
head and her heart, the fortunes of her house were sure to rise, for the
world has never known so good a beauty market as Whitehall was at that
time.

There was no question about my cousin's beauty. Would she be able to make
it bring a price worthy of its quality? To do this, she must have the
cunning of the serpent, the virtue of a saint, and the courage of Roland