And if his counsels gave offence,
The fault was in my want of sense.
Yet, ideot! I”—“Enough!” cried Kate,
Exulting in her alter’d mate;
“To see our faults in their just light,
Is next akin to acting right.
But time no longer let us waste;
I’ll to friend Roughspeech quickly haste:
Own thou, meanwhile,” she smiling cried,
“To have a help-mate in thy bride