Depend on it the woman had spied his
insolent looks when she made her ribald prediction."
"See," said Friedel, who had been watching the steps rather than
attending, "it will be easy to dance it now. It is a figure my
mother once tried to teach us. I remember it now."
"Then go and do it, since better may not be."
"Nay, but it should be thou."
"Who will know which of us it is? I hated his presumption too much
to mark his antics."
Friedel came forward, and the substitution was undetected by all save
their mother and uncle; by the latter only because, addressing Ebbo,
he received a reply in a tone such as Friedel never used.
Natural grace, quickness of ear and eye, and a skilful partner,
rendered Friedel's so fair a performance that he ventured on sending
his brother to attend the councilloress with wine and comfits; while
he in his own person performed another dance with the city dame next
in pretension, and their mother was amused by Sir Kasimir's remark,
that her second son danced better than the elder, but both must
learn.
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