Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
The Black Horseman had ever been an inscrutable being, and never did
he show himself more so than when, a week or so after the visit of
the vicar and Primrose to Caer Caradoc, the latter, on his arrival
late one evening at the cottage, presented him with the letter to her
mother, upon which hung such new and exciting issues, telling him
with much eagerness of its contents. She had hoped he would show
great surprise and wonderment at this strange new turn in her
fortunes, and be perplexed equally with herself and her foster-father
at the interest thus curiously shown in her by a great and almost
unknown lady. But the muscles of the Black Horseman's face relaxed
nothing of their immovable gravity as he listened, and the piercing
black eyes which he turned on Primrose, when she had concluded her
tale, conveyed nothing beyond their usual intense scrutiny, whereby
they seemed indeed to read her very soul, yet revealing no emotion of
his own the while. "Are you not surprised?" cried Primrose, stamping
her foot with impatience. "Methought I could at last tell you news
that would startle you! Are you ever ready, good sir, to hear all
things without surprise or wonder? I would I could take you unawares
just once only, and make you put off that inscrutable face you wear,
and perchance let fall some of your secrets! Your face is ever full
of secrets, yet I could as soon drag good Master Jones into our
little church on the hillside yonder as drag one of them out of your
heart!" The Black Horseman stroked his fierce iron-grey moustache,
and smiled at the girl's mock wrath--that rare smile which her
winning ways alone seemed able to summon to his stern countenance.
"It would be an unfaithful servant who should suffer himself to be
taken unawares," he said; "also, were you of my age, fair Primrose,
and an experienced physician to boot, you must needs be full of
secrets. Methinks some part of our mother Eve's curiosity hath
fallen even to your share!" Primrose blushed. "My life has an
unfair share of mysteries, dear sir," she said with a smile, "and I
think I may be pardoned if I have also an undue share of curiosity!
But now I am at rest on one of those points over which I have
pondered, for I know you to be a learned physician. Thus far you
have betrayed yourself!"
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