her hair.

"Hark you, sister Anne," she said. "I read you better than you think.
You are a poor thing, but you love me and--in my fashion--I think I love
you somewhat too. You think I should not marry a gentleman whom you
fancy I do not love as I might a younger, handsomer man. You are full of
love, and spinster dreams of it which make you flighty. I love my Lord
of Dunstanwolde as well as any other man, and better than some, for I do
not hate him. He has a fine estate, and is a gentleman--and worships me.
Since I have been promised to him, I own I have for a moment seen another
gentleman who _might_--but 'twas but for a moment, and 'tis done with.
'Twas too late then. If we had met two years agone 'twould not have been
so. My Lord Dunstanwolde gives to me wealth, and rank, and life at
Court. I give to him the thing he craves with all his soul--myself. It
is an honest bargain, and I shall bear my part of it with honesty. I
have no virtues--where should I have got them from, forsooth, in a life
like mine? I mean I have no women's virtues; but I have one that is
sometimes--not always--a man's. 'Tis that I am not a coward and a
trickster, and keep my word when 'tis given. You fear that I shall lead
my lord a bitter life of it. 'Twill not be so. He shall live smoothly,
and not suffer from me. What he has paid for he shall honestly have. I
will not cheat him as weaker women do their husbands; for he pays--poor
gentleman--he pays."

And then, still looking at the glass, she pointed to the doorway through
which her sister had come, and in obedience to her gesture of command,
Mistress Anne stole silently away.