"Verily, your Lordship hath some sweet kinsfolk to wake your pride!" said the Countess with a light laugh.
"Therein is your Ladyship not deceived," was the dry answer. "I leave behind me some most sweet ones. Well, what saith your Ladyship to my point?"
"What, I go to Ireland? Gramercy, your Lordship is pleasant! Aye, when I have cause to wear up mine old gowns and ugsome[#] head-gear, then will I think of following you in that direction. But till it so happen, under your leave, I would as lief 'bide on Paul's Wharf or at Ludlow."
[#] Ugly.
"As your Ladyship will."
"When go you? Soon, is it?—this next week?"
"I set forth as four o'clock to-morrow morning."
"And you looked for me to go withal? Verily, what unwitty[#] fantasies have these men! Why, one might scarce fold a borel[#] cloth in the time. What moveth you to be thus foot-hot,[#] forsooth?"
[#] Silly.
[#] A very common, coarse material.