Leicester was in raptures over her complaisance and glowed with triumph and delightful anticipation.

But he could think of no satisfactory plan whereby his hopes might be brought to a happy fruition.

He proposed several, but all seemed impracticable to the coy girl, and she rejected them.

After many futile attempts he said:-- "I can suggest no good plan, mistress.

I pray you, gracious lady, therefore, make full to overflowing the measure of your generosity, and tell me how it may be accomplished." Dorothy hung her head as if in great shame and said: "I fear, my lord, we had better abandon the project for a time.