"One must speak cautiously of her, I suppose?"
"It would be wise of more than one; but," said Bothwell, "is it not remarkable that we should meet thus again? What seest thou in this?"
"In what?"
"Our unexpected meeting, after parting as we thought for ever."
"See!" yawned Ormiston, untrussing his points, "why—nothing!"
"Insensible! dost thou not see the hand of Fate?"
"Nay," said Hob ironically: "my Lord of Bothwell and of Hailes, I can perceive only the finger of mischief."
"Anna is very beautiful."
"After the fat and languid dames of Denmark, with their red locks and gaudy dresses," said Ormiston, as he slipped into bed, "there is, I own, something quite refreshing to my refined taste"——
"Thy refined taste, ha! ha!" laughed the Earl.