"The Lady Jane and her sister were both donned in white velvet." "And what colour were their hoods?" "My Lady Katherine Dudley's amber-colour, set with sapphires; the other ruby velvet, and their jewels rubies." "And who married them, Jack?" asked Isoult. "Bishop Ridley." "Body o' me! who ever looked at Bishop Ridley, I would like to know!" cried Dr Thorpe, coming halting in as though he had hurt himself. "Isoult, if thou canst ever get my left shoe off, I will give thee a gold angelet [half-angel; in other words, a gold crown]. Yonder dolt of a shoemaker hath pinched me like a pasty. But O the brave doings! 'Tis enough to make a man set off to church and be married himself!" And the old man sat down in a great chair. "I will strive to earn it, Doctor," said Isoult, laughing, as she sat down on the hearth before him, and took his lame foot in her lap. "Art thou weary, Robin?" "Not much," said Robin, smiling. "The shoemaker did not pinch me." "Beshrew him for an owl that he did not!" answered Dr Thorpe, testily. "Thou hadst stood it the better. Eh, child, if thou hadst seen the-- mind thy ways, Isoult!--the brave gear, and the jewels, and the gold chains, and the estate [Note 2], and the plumes a-nodding right down-- Oh!" His shoe hurt him in coming off, and he sat rubbing his foot. "Was Mr Rose there?" said Isoult, when they had finished laughing. "No," said Robin. "And Mr Underhill?" "Ay, that was he, in the bravest and marvellousest velvet gown ever thou sawest in all thy days, and a doublet and slop [very wide breeches introduced from Holland] of satin, and a gold chain thick enough to tie up a dog with. And there, sweet heart, was my most gracious Lord of Northumberland--in a claret velvet gown sewed with gold braid--and for as many inches as could be found of the plain velvet in that gown, I will give any man so many nobles. There was not one! And the bonnet in 's hand!--with a great ruby for a button!--and all set with seed-pearl!--and the jewels in the hilt of's sword!--and great rubies in face of his shoes! The dolt and patch that he is!" "I do believe Dr Thorpe had beheaded my Lord of Northumberland," said John, laughing, "if that sword had been in his belt in lieu of the other." "I never saw him afore," replied he, "and I never do desire to see him again. He looketh the rogue [then a stronger word than now] that he is." "And now, as a physician, what think you of the King?" asked John, sadly. "I will give him three months to die in," was Dr Thorpe's short and woeful answer.