as accords with riding vestments; for robes of state and coronets are only for princely halls.”
“Well, then,” said the Countess, “my gratified wish has, as usual, given rise to a new one.”
“And what is it thou canst ask that I can deny?” said the fond husband.
“I wished to see my Earl visit this obscure and secret bower,” said the Countess, “in all his princely array; and now, methinks, I long to sit in one of his princely halls, and see him enter dressed in sober russet, as when he won poor Amy Robsart’s heart.”
“That is a wish easily granted,” said the Earl—“the sober russet shall be donned to-morrow, if you will.”
“But shall I,” said the lady, “go with you to one of your castles, to see how the richness of your dwelling will correspond with your peasant habit?”
“Why, Amy,” said the Earl, looking around, “are not these apartments decorated with sufficient splendour? I gave the most unbounded order, and, methinks, it has been indifferently well obeyed—but if thou canst tell me aught which remains to be done, I will instantly give direction.”
“Nay, my lord, now you mock me,” replied the Countess; “the gaiety of this rich lodging exceeds my imagination as much as it does my desert. But shall not your wife, my love—at least one day soon—be surrounded with the honour, which arises neither from the toils of the mechanic who decks her apartment, nor from the silks and jewels with which your generosity adorns her, but which is
