ilently the subsiding of the sorrow he could not
quell.

Cornelius raised his head: a sudden thought seemed to animate him. A ray
had penetrated the gloomy envelope of his mind; and he peered through
the casement intently eyeing the cool atmosphere.

"I'll visit the cunning man myself, Timothy. If he hear me not, then can
I but return, weeping as I went." And with this speech he hastily
departed.

Now on this, the morrow of St Bartlemy, it so happened that Kate also
arose before the usual hour, and in a mood even more than ordinarily
strange and untoward. Her maiden was like to find it a task of no slight
enterprise, the attempt to adorn Kate's pretty person. Not a garment
would fit. She threw the whole furniture of her clothes-press on a heap,
and stamped on them for very rage. She looked hideous in her brown
Venice waistcoat; frightful in her orange tiffany farthingale;--absolutely
unbearable in her black velvet hood, wire ruff, and taffety gown. So
that in the end she was nigh going to bed again in the sulks, had not a
jacket of crimson satin, with slashed bodice, embroidered in gold twist,
taken her fancy. Her little steel mirror, not always the object of such
complacency, did for once reflect a beam of good humour, which so
bewitched Kate that for the next five minutes she found herself settling
into the best possible temper in the world.

"Give me my kerchief, lace scarf, and green silk hood, and my petticoat
with the border newly purfled. Hark! 'Tis the bell for prayers. Be quick
with my pantofles:--not those, wench--the yellow silk with silver
spangles. Now my rings and crystal bracelets. I would not miss early
matins to-day for the best jewel on an alderman's thumb."

"Anon, lady," replied her waiting-woman, with a sort of pert affectation
of meekness. But what should cause Kate to be so wonderfully attentive
to her devotions was a matter on which Janet could have no suspicions,
or at least would not dare to show them if she had.

Kate, being now attired, tripped forth, accompanied by her maid. As she
passed the half-closed door of the counting-house, Timothy, with one of
his most leaden looks, full of unmeaning, stood edgeways in the opening,
his lower side in advance, with the long arm ready for action.

"Fair mistress, Master Kelly would fain have a token to-day. He hath
sent you a rare device!"

"And what the better shall I be of his mummeries?" hastily replied the
lady. Timothy drew from his large