In the early part of the reign of the first King James, there was
visiting near this place of the Drenghards a lady of noble family
and extraordinary beauty. She was of the purest descent; ah,
there's seldom such blood nowadays as hers! She possessed no great
wealth, it was said, but was sufficiently endowed. Her beauty was
so perfect, and her manner so entrancing, that suitors seemed to
spring out of the ground wherever she went, a sufficient cause of
anxiety to the Countess her mother, her only living parent. Of
these there were three in particular, whom neither her mother's
complaints of prematurity, nor the ready raillery of the maiden
herself, could effectually put off. The said gallants were a
certain Sir John Gale, a Sir William Hervy, and the well-known Sir
George Drenghard, one of the Drenghard family before-mentioned.
They had, curiously enough, all been equally honoured with the
distinction of knighthood, and their schemes for seeing her were
manifold, each fearing that one of the others would steal a march
over himself. Not content with calling, on every imaginable excuse,
at the house of the relative with whom she sojourned, they
intercepted her in rides and in walks; and if any one of them
chanced to surprise another in the act of paying her marked
attentions, the encounter often ended in an altercation of great
violence. So heated and impassioned, indeed, would they become,
that the lady hardly felt herself safe in their company at such
times, notwithstanding that she was a brave and buxom damsel, not
easily put out, and with a daring spirit of humour in her
composition, if not of coquetry.
At one of these altercations, which had place in her relative's
grounds, and was unusually bitter, threatening to result in a duel,
she found it necessary to assert herself. Turning haughtily upon
the pair of disputants, she declared that whichever should be the
first to break the peace between them, no matter what the
provocation, that man should never be admitted to her presence
again; and thus would she effectually stultify the aggressor by
making the promotion of a quarrel a distinct bar to its object.
While the two knights were wearing rather a crest-fallen appearance
at her reprimand, the third, never far off, came upon the scene, and
she repeated her caveat to him also. Seeing, then, how great was
the concern of all at her peremptory mood, the lady's manner
softened, and she said with a roguish smile -
'Have patience, have patience, you foolish men! Only bide your time
quietly, and, in faith, I will marry you all in turn!'
They laughed heartily at this sally, all three together, as though
they were the best of friends; at which she blushed, and showed some
embarrassment, not having realized that her arch jest would have
sounded so strange when uttered. The meeting which resulted thus,
however, had its good effect in checking the bitterness of their
rivalry; and they repeated her speech to their relatives and
acquaintance with a hilarious frequency and publicity that the lady
little divined, or she might have blushed and felt more
embarrassment still.
In the course of time the position resolved itself, and the
beauteous Lady Penelope (as she was called) made up her mind; her
choice being the eldest of the three knights, Sir George Drenghard,
owner of the mansion aforesaid, which thereupon became her home; and