"His portrait of Catherine Howard, impulsive, warm-hearted, truth-speaking, yet daring admidst the most un-principled intrigue, is singularly attractive and life-like, making an admirable foil to the grimly-conceived Lady Mary."--Tribune
'Keep thy sister from beneath this fox's tooth,' he said. 'The likes of him mate not with the like of us.'
'The like of thee, uncle?' the boy retorted, with a good-humoured insolence. 'My father was a gentleman.'
'Who married my sister for her small money, and died leaving thee and thy sister to starve.'
'Nay, I starve not,' the boy said. 'And Margot's a plump faggot.'
'A very Cynthia among willow-trees,' the magister said.
'Why, your magistership shall have her,' the boy said. 'I am her lawful guardian.'
His grandfather laughed as men laugh to see a colt kick up its heels in a meadow.
But the printer waved his bare arm furiously at the magister.
'Get thee gone out of this decent house.' His eyes rolled, and his clenched fist was as large as a ham. 'Here you come not a-wenching.'
'Moody man,' the magister said, 'your brains are addled with suspicions.'
The young man swelled his scarlet breast still more consequentially. 'T