t find himself mistaken; but it was not long ere Mr
Underhill did so. He allowed that his _Te Deum_ had been too soon, when
on the 18th of December Archdeacon Philpot was burned. And the burnings
in Smithfield were then not half over.

On the 12th of January, at Mr Underhill's house in Wood Street, by Mr
Carter, was christened little Anne Underhill, born on Epiphany Eve [see
Note in Appendix]. Her sponsors were Mr Ferris, Helen Ive, and Isoult
Avery.

Ere this, a few days before Christmas, Mr Rose's first letter had
reached his wife's hands. It brought the welcome tidings that he had
arrived safely at Geneva, yet through such perils that he would not
advise her to follow. When Isoult had read the letter, she remarked--

"I do see Mr Rose accounteth not himself to be lawfully divorced, for he
maketh account of her as his wife all through the letter, and signeth
himself at the end thereof, her loving and faithful husband."

"Doth that astonish thee?" said John, laughing.

"Well, of a truth," she answered, "I had thought the worse of him for
any other dealing."

Annis Holland came again in March to spend a day at the Lamb. On this
occasion she told the rest of her story, or, it may rather be called,
the story of Queen Juana. For many months after that first accidental
meeting, she told them, she never again saw her royal mistress. But
Dona Leonor Gomez, who was exceedingly loquacious when she had no fear
of consequences, and sometimes when she had, told her that so long as
she was in her right senses, nothing would ever induce the Queen to
attend mass. To persuade her to do any thing else, they would tell her
they acted under command of the King her father (who had in reality been
dead many years); and she, loving him dearly, and not having sufficient
acuteness left to guess the deceit practised upon her, would assent
readily to all they wished, except that one thing. Even that influence
failed to induce her to be present at mass.

"And one day," said Annis, "about the Christmastide, two years gone, I
was sitting and sewing in my chamber, Maria being forth, and I had been
chanting to myself the hymn, `_Christe Redemptor Omnium_.' When I had
ended and was silent, thinking me alone, a voice from the further end of
the chamber saith, `Sing again, Dona Ines.' I looked up in very terror,
for here was the Queen's Highness herself. I marvelled how she should
have come forth of her chamber, and what my Lord of