So he took to his bed-partly from prudence, partly from gout--and thus sheltered himself for a season from the peltings of the storm.
Walsingham, more manful, stood to his post, but could not gain a hearing.
It was the culprit that should have spoken, and spoken in time.

"Why, why did you not write yourself ?" was the plaintive cry of all the Earl's friends, from highest to humblest.

"But write to her now," they exclaimed, "at any rate; and, above all, send her a present, a love-gift." "Lay out two or three hundred crowns in some rare thing, for a token to her Majesty," said Christopher Hatton.
Strange that his colleagues and his rivals should have been obliged to advise Leicester upon the proper course to pursue; that they--not himself--should have been the first to perceive that it was the enraged woman, even more than the offended sovereign, who was to be propitiated and soothed.

In truth, all the woman had been aroused in Elizabeth's bosom.

She was displeased that her favourite should derive power and splendour from any source but her own bounty.