by the unsteadiness of the King's hand under the strong shuddering which
seized him. So afraid was he of possible assassins that he always wore
a thickly-padded cotton garment under his clothes, to turn aside bullet
or dagger.
Lord Oxford came to Town in May, and Aubrey at once began his duties as
a squire in his household. During June and July, he ran into the White
Bear some half-dozen times in an evening, he said, to assure them that
he was still alive. In August and September he was more remiss: and
after October had set in, they scarcely saw him once a month. It was
noticeable, when he did come, that the young gentleman was becoming more
fashionable and courtly than of old. Lettice asked him once if he had
bidden the tailor to make his garments of snips, since the brown suit
which had been his Sunday best was breaking out all over into slashes
whence puffs of pink were visible. Aubrey drew himself up with a laugh,
and told his cousin that she knew nothing of the fashions. Lettice
fancied she caught the gleam of a gold chain beneath his doublet, but it
was carefully buttoned inside so as not to show.
Meanwhile, Hans--whose brown suit did not break out like Aubrey's--was
very busy in the garden, which he diligently dug and stocked. When this
was done, he applied to a neighbouring notary, and brought home bundles
of copying, at which he worked industriously in an evening. In the
afternoon he was generally from home; what he did with himself on these
occasions he did not say, and he was so commonly and thoroughly trusted
that no one thought it necessary to ask him.
Edith and Temperance, coming in together one evening, were informed that
Mrs Rookwood had called during their absence, bringing with her
Dorothy, Aubrey's beauty.
"And didst thou think her beauteous, Lettice?" asked her Aunt Edith,
with an amused smile.
"Truly, Aunt Edith, I marvel what Aubrey would be at. His fancies must
be very diverse from mine. I would liever a deal have our Rachel."
Temperance laughed, for Rachel had few claims of this nature.
"What like is she, Lettice?"
"She hath jet-black hair, Aunt, and thick black brows, with great
shining eyes--black likewise; and a big nose-end, and pouting big red
lips."
"Humph! I reckon folks see beauty with differing eyes," said
Temperance.
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