"Not that I care for my Lord of Barbazure's looks.

MY heart, dearest mother, is with him who is far away!" "He danced with thee four galliards, nine quadrilles, and twenty-three corantoes, I think, child," the mother said, eluding her daughter's remark.
"Twenty-five," said lovely Fatima, casting her beautiful eyes to the ground.

"Heigh-ho! but Romane danced them very well!" "He had not the court air," the mother suggested.
"I don't wish to deny the beauty of the Lord of Burbazure's dancing, mamma," Fatima replied.

"For a short, lusty man, 'tis wondrous how active he is; and in dignity the King's Grace himself could not surpass him." "You were the noblest couple in the room, love," the lady cried.
"That pea-green doublet, slashed with orange-tawny, those ostrich plumes, blue, red, and yellow, those party-colored hose and pink shoon, became the noble baron wondrous well," Fatima acknowledged.

"It must be confessed that, though middle-aged, he hath all the agility of youth.
But alas, madam! The noble baron hath had nine wives already." "And your cousin would give her eyes to become the tenth," the mother replied.
"My cousin give her eyes!" Fatima exclaimed.