Master Dunner was as good as his word. In half an hour there was a huge package, carefully tied up, delivered at the door by one of his clerks. I took it to my own chamber and eagerly cut the lashings. It was a complete suit, of blue and silver. In my distraction, anxiety, and apprehension I had time to think how vastly it became my fair skin and blue eyes and bright hair. I had a wealth of the latter, and I confess, in spite of my brave words, that it was with a considerable pang that I had the woman who kept the house come into the room and, with clumsy, unskilful fingers, crop my long locks with her scissors. Fortunately my hair was curly, and, had it not been that the styles were otherwise, methought as I looked in the glass that the short ringlets were not unbecoming. With the suit were wig to go on one end of me and boots for the other. I was of my brother's height, but my feet were smaller than his; nevertheless, to my great satisfaction, the boots served well. In my petticoats I was a tall woman; dressed as I found myself presently, I was rather an undersized man, yet not altogether insignificant. My face did look painfully fair: my cheeks pink and white, my upper lip innocent of the faintest suggestion of a moustache; yet, out of some paste from my toilet-table, I did contrive to dull the colour in my cheeks and to impart a brownish cast to my complexion that robbed it of a little of its femininity. My voice, which luckily happened to be a deep contralto, I could manage well enough. With the suit was a riding-cloak, which I draped about me, and fancied that thus equipped no one could penetrate my disguise. I bore a striking likeness to my brother, too, thus apparelled. It went to my heart, when I looked at myself, to think of my father under sentence of death; alone, childless, save for one poor girl. I had scarce finished adjusting my wig, clapping my hat upon it, walking up and down the room to accustom myself to the strange garb, when Master Dunner was announced. As he opened the door, he started back in great surprise at what he saw of me. "'Fore God," he said, "did I not know, I should think it Lord Carthew"--my brother's courtesy title--"in life again." His eyes travelled upward and rested upon my face. He shook his head. "Save for that burning blush, the imitation is perfect." "I think," said I, "that I shall not fly my colours in that way again. You see"--I sat down as I spoke and gathered my cloak about my legs, of which for the first time in my life I became acutely conscious--"you see, I expect that all others who look upon me will regard me as a man, while you know that I am but a woman, and..." "I see," said the advocate, gravely smiling at my logic. "It was foolish of me to blush," said I contritely, "seeing that you are older than my father." "I held you in my arms when you were christened, my lady," remarked the old man simply, but with feeling. "I know," I answered.