Half the time I was angry and half the time
amused, but by the time we reached Windsor there never was a girl more
hopelessly and desperately in love than Mary Tudor." And she laughed
as if it were a huge joke on Mary.
She continued: "That day settled matters with me for all time. I don't
know how he did it. Yes I do...." and she launched forth into an
account of Brandon's perfections, which I found somewhat dull, and so
would you.
We remained a day or two at Windsor, and then, over the objections of
our chaperons, moved on to Berkeley Castle, where Margaret of Scotland
was spending the summer.
We had another beautiful ride up the dear old Thames to Berkeley, but
Mary had grown serious and saw none of it.
On the afternoon of the appointed day, the princess suggested a
hawking party, and we set out in the direction of the rendezvous. Our
party consisted of myself, three other gentlemen and three ladies
besides Mary. Jane did not go; I was afraid to trust her. She wept,
and, with difficulty, forced herself to say something about a
headache, but the rest of the inmates of the castle of course had no
thought that possibly they were taking their last look upon Mary
Tudor.
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