many families were located therein—­a gay cavalier, sumptuously attired, swept round at the same moment.  Man and maid stood still for one instant.  With unpropitious courtesy, an unlucky gust turned aside Kate’s veil of real Flanders point; and the two innocents, like silly sheep, were staring into each other’s eyes without either apology or rebuke.  It did seem as though Kate were not without knowledge of the courtly beau:  a rich and glowing vermilion came across her neck and face, like the gorgeous blush of evening upon the cold bosom of a snow-cloud.  But the youth eyed her with a cool and deliberate glance, stepping aside carelessly as he passed by.  She seemed to writhe with some concealed anguish; yet her lip curled proudly, and her bosom heaved, as though striving to throw off, with one last and desperate struggle, the oppression that she endured.  In this disturbed and unquiet frame did Kate pass on to her orisons.

It may be needful to pause for a brief space in our narrative, whilst we give some account of this goodly spark who had so unexpectedly, as it might seem, unfitted the lady for the due exercise of her morning devotions.

His dress was elegant and becoming, and of the most costly materials.  His hat was high and tapering, encircled by a rich band of gold and rare stones.  It was further ornamented by a black feather, drooping gently towards the left shoulder.  The brim was rather narrow; but then a profusion of curls fell from beneath, partly hiding his lace collar of beautiful workmanship and of the newest device.  His beard was small and pointed; and his whiskers displayed that graceful wave peculiar to the high-bred gallants of the age.  His neck was long, and the elegant disposal of his head would have turned giddy the heads of half the dames in the Queen’s court.  He wore a crimson cloak, richly embroidered:  this was lined throughout with blue silk, and thrown negligently on one side.  His doublet was grey, with slit sleeves; the arm parts, towards the shoulder, wide and slashed;—­but who shall convey an adequate idea of the brilliant green breeches, tied far below the knee with yellow ribbands, red cloth hose, and great shoe-roses?  For ourselves we own our incompetence, and proceed, glancing next at his goodly person.  In size he was not tall nor unwieldy, but of a reasonable stature, such as denotes health, activity, and a frame capable of great endurance.  He stepped proudly along, his very gait indicating superiority.

The town gallants looked on his person with envy, and on his light rapier with mistrust.  In sooth, he was a proper man for stealing a lady’s heart, either in hall or bower.  Many had been his victims;—­many were then in the last extremities of love.  But of him it was currently spoken that he had never yet been subjected to its influence.