"And now tell me, Patient, how did he meet my step-mother?" "I must pray you to leave that, Madam, for the time, and try on this skirt. Thérèse hath given me the pieces for the bodice." [1] John Graham, of Claverhouse, Viscount of Dundee, was the eldest son of Sir William Graham and Lady Jane Carnegy his wife. He was a descendant of the royal line of Scotland, through his ancestress the Princess Mary, daughter of King Robert III. He fell at Killicrankie, July 16, 1689. In person he was eminently beautiful, in politics devoutly loyal; in character, a remarkable instance of the union of the softest and most genial manners with the sternest courage and most revolting cruelty in action. His least punishment as a General was death; and his persecution of the hapless Covenanters was restrained by no sense of humanity or compassion. [2] Ps. lxxix. [3] 2 Sam. xxiv. 14. [4] Embraced. [5] At St James's Palace, June 10, 1688. [6] Maria Beatrice Leonora, only daughter of Alfonso IV., Duke of Modena, and Laura Martinozzi; born at Modena, October 5, 1658; married (by proxy) at Modena, September 30, and (in person) at Dover, November 21, 1673, to James Duke of York, afterwards James II.; died of cancer, at St. Germain-en-Laye, May 7, 1718, and buried at Chaillot. [7] This name was given, both during the Rebellion and the Revolution, by each party to its opponents. [8] Fought July 1, 1689. VI. THE TROUBLES OF GREATNESS. "Good Majesty, Herod of Jewry dare not look upon you, But when you are well pleased." SHAKESPEARE. "Very fair! Turn round. Yes, I think that will do. Now, do you understand how to behave to people?" "If you please, Madam, I do in England, but I don't know about France," said Celia, in some trepidation as to what her step-mother might require of her. "Absurd!" said Lady Ingram. "Good manners are the same everywhere, and etiquette very nearly so. Now, how many courtesies would you make to a Viscountess?" "I should only make one to anybody, Madam, unless you tell me otherwise." "_Incroyable_! I never saw such a lamentable want of education as you show. You have no more fine breeding than that stove. Now listen, and remember: to a Princess of the Blood you make three profound courtesies, approaching a little nearer each time, until at the last you are near enough to sink upon your knees, and kiss her hand. To a Duchess, not of the Blood, or a Marchioness, three courtesies, but less profound, and not moving from your place. To a Countess or Viscountess, two; to any other person superior or equal to yourself, one. Inferiors, of course, you will not condescend to notice. Do you understand, and will you remember?" "I will do my best, Madam, but I am afraid I shall forget."