My Lady Dunstanwolde, on her first visit home, bore her sister back with
her to the manor, and there established her. She gave her a suite of
rooms and a waiting woman of her own, and even provided her with a
suitable wardrobe. This last she had chosen herself with a taste and
fitness which only such wit as her own could have devised.

"They are not great rooms I give thee, Anne," she said, "but quiet and
small ones, which you can make home-like in such ways as I know your
taste lies. My lord has aided me to choose romances for your shelves, he
knowing more of books than I do. And I shall not dress thee out like a
peacock with gay colours and great farthingales. They would frighten
thee, poor woman, and be a burden with their weight. I have chosen such
things as are not too splendid, but will suit thy pale face and shot
partridge eyes."

Anne stood in the middle of her room and looked about at its comforts,
wondering.

"Sister," she said, "why are you so good to me? What have I done to
serve you? Why is it Anne instead of Barbara you are so gracious to?"

"Perchance because I am a vain woman and would be worshipped as you
worship me."

"But you are always worshipped," Anne faltered.

"Ay, by men!" said Clorinda, mocking; "but not by women. And it may be
that my pride is so high that I must be worshipped by a woman too. You
would always love me, sister Anne. If you saw me break the law--if you