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The young cavalier we have so often mentioned had probably never yet

approached so near the person of his Sovereign, and he pressed forward

as far as the line of warders permitted, in order to avail himself of

the present opportunity. His companion, on the contrary, cursing his

imprudence, kept pulling him backwards, till Walter shook him off

impatiently, and letting his rich cloak drop carelessly from one

shoulder; a natural action, which served, however, to display to the

best advantage his well-proportioned person. Unbonneting at the same

time, he fixed his eager gaze on the Queen's approach, with a mixture of

respectful curiosity and modest yet ardent admiration, which suited

so well with his fine features that the warders, struck with his rich

attire and noble countenance, suffered him to approach the ground over

which the Queen was to pass, somewhat closer than was permitted

to ordinary spectators. Thus the adventurous youth stood full in

Elizabeth's eye--an eye never indifferent to the admiration which she

deservedly excited among her subjects, or to the fair proportions of

external form which chanced to distinguish any of her courtiers.

Accordingly, she fixed her keen glance on the youth, as she approached

the place where he stood, with a look in which surprise at his boldness

seemed to be unmingled with resentment, while a trifling accident

happened which attracted her attention towards him yet more strongly.

The night had been rainy, and just where the young gentleman stood a

small quantity of mud interrupted the Queen's passage. As she hesitated

to pass on, the gallant, throwing his cloak from his shoulders, laid

it on the miry spot, so as to ensure her stepping over it dry-shod.

Elizabeth looked at the young man, who accompanied this act of devoted

courtesy with a profound reverence, and a blush that overspread his

whole countenance. The Queen was confused, and blushed in her turn,

nodded her head, hastily passed on, and embarked in her barge without

saying a word.

"Come along, Sir Coxcomb," said Blount; "your gay cloak will need the

brush to-day, I wot. Nay, if you had meant to make a footcloth of your

mantle, better have kept Tracy's old drab-debure, which despises all

colours."

"This cloak," said the youth, taking it up and folding it, "shall never

be brushed while in my possession."

"And that will not be long, if you learn not a little more economy; we

shall have you in CUERPO soon, as the Spaniard says."

Their discourse was here interrupted by one of the band of Pensioners.

"I was sent," said he, after looking at them attentively, "to a

gentleman who hath no cloak, or a muddy one.--You, sir, I think,"

addressing the younger cavalier, "are the man; you will please to follow

me."