“Turning a son against a mother! I marvel that honourable counsellors can bring themselves to the like.”
“Policy, sir, policy,” said Humfrey. “And this Gray maketh a fine show of chivalry and honour, insomuch that Sir Philip Sidney himself hath desired his friendship; but, you see, the poor lady is as far from freedom as she was when first she came to Sheffield.”
“She is very far from believing it, poor dame. I am sorry for her, Humfrey, more sorry than I ever thought I could be, now I have seen more of her. My Lord himself says he never knew her break a promise. How gracious she is there is no telling.”
“That we always knew,” said Humfrey, looking somewhat amazed, that his honoured father should have fallen under the spell of the “siren between the cold earth and moon.”
“Yes, gracious, and of a wondrous constancy of mind, and evenness of temper,” said Richard. “Now that thy mother and I have watched her more closely, we can testify that, weary, worn, and sick of body and of heart as she is, she never letteth a bitter or a chiding word pass her lips towards her servants. She hath nothing to lose by it. Their fidelity is proven. They would stand by her to the last, use them as she would, but assuredly their love must be doubly bound up in her when they see how she regardeth them before herself. Let what will be said of her, son Humfrey, I shall always maintain that I never saw woman, save thine own good mother, of such evenness of condition, and sweetness of consideration for all about her, ay, and patience in adversity, such as, Heaven forbid, thy mother should ever know.”
“Amen, and verily amen,” said Humfrey. “Deem you then that she hath not worked her own woe?”