CATHARINE KNOLLYS "You mistake, sir! I am no light o' love, John Law!" Thus spoke Catharine Knollys.

She stood near the door of the great drawing-room of the Knollys mansion, her figure beseeming well its framing of deep hangings and rich tapestries.

Her eyes were wide and flashing, her cheeks deeply pink, the sweet bow of her lips half a-quiver in her vehemence.

Her surpassing personal beauty, rich, ripe, enticing, gave more than sufficient challenge for the fiery blood of the young man before her.
It was less than two weeks since these two had met.

Surely the flood of time had run swiftly in those few days.