He took the bag smiling and shame-faced, but she looked on him fondly and said: 

“Now I know not whether I shall lay old Nicholas on thine heels when he cometh after thee, as come he will full surely; or whether I shall suffer the old sleuth-hound nose out thy slot of himself, as full surely he will set on to it.”

“Thou mightest tell him,” said Ralph, “that I am gone to take service with the Abbot of St. Mary’s of Higham:  hah?”

She laughed and said:  “Wilt thou do so, lord, and follow the rede of that goodman of mine, who thinketh himself as wise as Solomon?”

Ralph smiled and answered her nothing.

“Well,” she said, “I shall say what likes me when the hour is at hand.  Lo, here! thine horse.  Abide yet a moment of time, and then go whither thou needs must, like the wind of the summer day.”

Therewith she went out of the chamber and came back again with a scrip which she gave to Ralph and said:  “Herein is a flask of drink for the waterless country, and a little meat for the way.  Fare thee well, gossip!  Little did I look for it when I rose up this morning and nothing irked me save the dulness of our town, and the littleness of men’s doings therein, that I should have to cut off a piece of my life from me this morning, and say, farewell gossip, as now again I do.”

Therewith she kissed him on either cheek and embraced him; and it might be said of her and him that she let him go thereafter; for though as aforesaid he loved her, and praised her kindness, he scarce understood the eagerness of her love for him; whereas moreover she saw him not so often betwixt Upmeads and Wulstead:  and belike she herself scarce understood it.  Albeit she was a childless woman.

So when he had got to horse, she watched him riding a moment, and saw how he waved his hand to her as he turned the corner of the market-place, and how a knot of lads and lasses stood staring on him after she lost sight of him.  Then she turned her back into the chamber and laid her head on the table and wept.  Then came in the goodman quietly and stood by her and she heeded him not.  He stood grinning curiously on her awhile, and then laid his hand on her shoulder, and said as she raised her face to him: 

“Sweetheart, it availeth nought; when thou wert young and exceeding fair, he was but a little babe, and thou wert looking in those days to have babes of thine own; and then it was too soon:  and now that he is such a beauteous young man, and a king’s son withal, and thou art wedded to a careful carle of no weak heart, and thou thyself art more than two-score years old, it is too late.  Yet thou didst well to give our lord the money.  Lo! here is wherewithal to fill up the lack in thy chest; and here is a toy for thee in place of the pair of beads thou gavest him; and I bid thee look on it as if I had given him my share of the money and the beads.”

She turned to Clement, and took the bag of money, and the chaplet which he held out to her, and she said:  “God wot thou art no ill man, my husband, but would God I had a son like to him!”