he had written, not a line had reached her hand;
only a ship which contained despatches from him for Renard had been
taken, in the beginning of May, by a French cruiser, and the thought
that precious words of affection had, perhaps, been on their way to
her and were lost, was hard to bear.

[Footnote 326: Samedy dernier Elizabeth fut tiree
de la Tour et menee a Richmond; et dois ledict
Richmond l'on l'a conduit a Woodstock pour y estre
gardee surement jusques l'on la fasse aller a
Pomfret. Et s'est resjouy le peuple de sa departye,
pensant qu'elle fut en liberte, et passant par
devant la Maison des Stillyards ilz tirerent trois
coups d'artillerie en signe d'allegrie, que la
reyne et son conseil ont prins a desplaisir et
regret, et estimons que l'on en fera
demonstration.--Renard to Charles V.: _Granvelle
Papers_, vol. iv.]

In vain she attempted to cheer her spirits with the revived
ceremonials of Whitsuntide. She marched day after day, in procession,
with canopies and banners, and bishops in gilt slippers, round St.
James's, round St. Martin's, round Westminster.[327] Sermons and
masses alternated now with religious feasts, now with _Diriges_ for
her father's soul. But all was to no purpose; she could not cast off
her anxieties, or escape from the shadow of her subjects' hatred,
which clung to her steps. Insolent pamphlets were dropped in her path
and in the offices of Whitehall; she trod upon them in the passages of
the palace; they were placed by mysterious hands in the sanctuary of
her bedroom. At length, chafed with a thousand irritations, and
craving for a husband who showed so small anxiety to come to her, she
fled from London, at the beginning of June, to Richmond.

[Footnote 327: Machyn's Diary; Strype's _Memorials
of the Reformation_.]

The trials of the last six months had begun to tell upon Mary's
understanding: she was ill with hysterical longings; ill with the
passions which Gardiner had kindled and Paget disappointed. A lady who
slept in her room told Noailles that she could speak to no one without
impatience, and that she believed the whole world was in league to
keep her husband from her. She found fault with every one--even with
the pri