"But he _can_ not," she said, within her clenched teeth, again and again--"_that_ he cannot." Once as she said this to herself she caught Anne's eyes fixed helplessly upon her, it seeming to be as the poor woman had said, that her weakness caused her to desire to abide near her sister's strength and draw support from it; for she had remained at my lady's side closely since she had descended to the room, and now seemed to implore some protection for which she was too timid to openly make request. "You are too weak to stay, Anne," her ladyship said. "'Twould be better that you should retire." "I am weak," the poor thing answered, in low tones--"but not too weak to stay. I am always weak. Would that I were of your strength and courage. Let me sit down--sister--here." She touched the divan's cushions with a shaking hand, gazing upward wearily--perchance remembering that this place seemed ever a sort of throne none other than the hostess queen herself presumed to encroach upon. "You are too meek, poor sister," quoth Clorinda. "'Tis not a chair of coronation or the woolsack of a judge. Sit! sit!--and let me call for wine!" She spoke to a lacquey and bade him bring the drink, for even as she sank into her place Anne's cheeks grew whiter. When 'twas brought, her ladyship poured it forth and gave it to her sister with her own hand, obliging her to drink enough to bring her colour back. Having seen to this, she addressed the servant who had obeyed her order. "Hath Jenfry returned from Sir John Oxon?" she demanded, in that clear, ringing voice of hers, whose music ever arrested those surrounding her, whether they were concerned in her speech or no; but now all felt sufficient interest to prick up ears and hearken to what was said. "No, my lady," the lacquey answered. "He said that you had bidden him to wait." "But not all day, poor fool," she said, setting down Anne's empty glass upon the salver. "Did he think I bade him stand about the door all night? Bring me his message when he comes." "'Tis ever thus with these dull serving folk," she said to those nearest her. "One cannot pay for wit with wages and livery. They can but obey the literal word. Sir John, leaving me in haste this morning, I forgot a question I would have asked, and sent a lacquey to recall him." Anne sat upright. "Sister--I pray you--another glass of wine." My lady gave it to her at once, and she drained it eagerly. "Was he overtaken?" said a curious matron, who wished not to see the subject closed. "No," quoth her ladyship, with a light laugh--"though he must have been in haste, for the man was sent after him in but a moment's time. 'Twas then I told the fellow to go later to his lodgings and deliver my message into Sir John's own hand, whence it seems that he thinks that he must await him till he comes."