n, as fast as ever his old bones could carry him, into one
Spencer's shop, and would not so much as look toward it. And
incontinent after that came I thence; so that I cannot tell any more."

From May to July there was a respite in some respects. Were they
waiting for Philip?

The Princess Elizabeth was released from the Tower, and sent to
Richmond; Mr Bertie, summoned before Gardiner in Lent, took advantage of
the temporary cessation of the persecution in the summer, and escaped to
Germany. The gallows set up for Wyatt's followers were taken down; the
cross in Cheapside was regilded; and bonfires, bell-ringing, and _Te
Deums_, were commanded throughout London, as soon as the news of
Philip's landing should be received.

"I marvel," observed Mr Rose, one Sunday, "if we should not do better to
sing _Miserere mei, Deus_."

Philip came at last--too soon at any time--landing at Hampton on the
20th of July. He and the Queen were married in the Lady Chapel of
Winchester Cathedral on the 25th, Mr Underhill being present, and
receiving a venison pasty as his share of the spoil; and on the 19th of
August, London went forth to welcome its new King. Dr Thorpe, of
course, put on clean ruffles and trudged off to see the sight; so did
John and Robin, though they contented themselves with strolling down to
the riverside to watch the barge pass. Isoult declined, as she said,
"to go see one of whom she feared so much." John asked Mrs Rose and
Thekla if they wished to go.

"What! to see the Prince of the Asturias?" [Note 6] cried Mrs Rose.
"Think you we have seen too little of him in Flanders? I would as soon
to see Satan."

Thekla smiled and shook her head; and that was her answer. So when the
three returned, they were desired to say, "what like were the King."

"Not so high as Kate, nor any thing like so well favoured," growled Dr
Thorpe.

"Softly! softly!" said John, smiling.

"Call him a king!" said Dr Thorpe, who appeared somewhat put out. "On
my word, I have seen many a mason and carpenter a deal fairer men, and
vastly taller fellows of their hands. He should be 'shamed to be a
king, and so slender and pitiful a fellow."

Isoult could not help laughing, and so did Thekla.

"Now give us thine opinion, Jack," said his wife.

"Well," replied he, "methinks his Highness is somewhat taller than Kate;
but truly he is under the common height of men. His limbs be well made
and lithe, and his person of fair propor