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.
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