Adventure stories; Historical fiction; Love stories; Nobility -- England -- Fiction; Pirates -- Fiction; Regency fiction
"There was Master Dangerfield at that bridal, the ship's Master, our
surgeon, and myself. Be sure I was bidden, and rightly so, for setting
aside some other small matters, I was so near to being my mistress's
tire woman in those last few days as makes no matter. A very mettlesome
lady, that; I do not deny it. She was married in her riding-dress,
for she had none other, and a strange sight it was to see the bride
so shabby and the groom so point-de-vice. But I regret that murry
taffeta doublet and the new trunk hosen. However, let it go. You may
say my lips are sealed as to that lost pack, for there was that other
pack I was bound to leave behind at that smuggling port. I warrant
you Sir Nicholas made merry work over that: I bore all with a patient
countenance.
"I talk more and no more. The marriage over there was some feasting,
and the crew in high fettle. We made all speed for Plymouth Sound, but
I doubt my master and mistress cared little when they came there.
"At Plymouth I bestirred myself a little, as I know how, bought some
slight matters for my lady, which she was pleased to approve, and call
me a proper tire woman, and set about the ordering of horses and a
coach. My lady stayed aboard till all was ready. She was in no case,
says she, to show herself to England. Yet I never saw her own herself
put-out by the loss of her wardrobe. She took all as it came, and made
merry over it, and I am bound to say I was very much her servant before
that voyage was over.
"We pushed on to Alreston in rare style, my lady in the coach, Sir
Nicholas riding close beside, and myself a little behind. My lady
must needs have the curtains drawn back to look about her on our
countryside. So she would have it known, but my reading of the matter
is that she wanted to look upon my master. And he upon her, God wot!
"You may be sure our home-coming fetched up a rare gallimaufry at
Alreston. There was never a one there had thought ever to see Sir
Nicholas again. I believe my lord mourned him already as one dead. But
in we swept at the gates, up the avenue to the house, and fetched up
there with something of a flourish. It is our way. The good-year! We
had the whole household about us in a trice, and I make bold to say
that I have never before or since seen my lord in such a taking of joy.
For he is not one of those who wear the heart upon the sleeve, as the
saying is. He had not near done wringing my master's hand and hugging
him about the shoulders when Sir Nicholas puts him off and begs leave
to present his lady-wife. A rare thing it was to see my lord's jaw
drop! 'What!' quotha. 'You have never brought her off, Nick?'
"Sir Nicholas handed my mistress out of the coach. I warrant you he
looked proudly, with that gleam of the eye and that cock of the pointed
beard we all know. Well he might throw up his chin! She was a very
lovely piece--with all proper respect I say so, be it understood.
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