We are both pretty nearly of a size, so there is little risk of detection in that particular; and if you can but conceal your features for a short while, on Sir Francis's entrance, the trick will never be discovered.
All the rest has been arranged; and I am a mere puppet in the hands of others, to be played as they direct.

Bless us! how beautiful this dress is, to-be-sure!--what satin!--and what lace! The Countess of Exeter has just such another.

Have you heard that her ladyship has gained her cause against those wicked Lakes, who conspired against her?
But what am I saying--when I know you cannot have heard of it! Well, then, it occupied five days in the Star-Chamber; and Sir Thomas and his lady are sent to the Tower, and Sarah Swarton to the Fleet.

Poor creature! she is to be whipped and branded, and to do penance in Saint Martin's church.
Dreadful! but I won't think of it.

I wonder how this dress will become me! How astounded Dick Taverner would be, if he could only see me in it! Mayhap he will--there's no saying.