Book 2, Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌⁠“The clerkly person smiled and said Promise was a pretty maid, But being poor she died unwed.”

The Rev. Camden Farebrother, whom Lydgate went to see the next evening, lived in an old parsonage, built of stone, venerable enough to match the church which it looked out upon. All the furniture too in the house was old, but with another grade of age—that of Mr. Farebrother’s father and grandfather. Ther