England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Genealogy -- Fiction
He said it with utter despondency. The truth was wrenched out of
him. Maud clasped her white hands and looked hard at poor Dick. This
disillusion was just as terrible for her as for him.
'You're quite, quite sure?' she murmured once more in a voice of pure
agony.
'Yes, quite, quite sure,' Dick answered with a tremor, but with manful
persistence. 'There can't be a doubt of it. I knew everything about
this wretched creature before, except that he was a Framlingham man; and
there are entries here in the book--you can see them for yourself--that
leave no shadow of doubt anywhere about the fellow's identity. Maud,
Maud, it's been all a foolish, foolish dream! We are not--we never
were--real royal Plantagenets!'
Maud looked down at the ground and burst into hot tears.
'Then I'll never marry Archie,' she cried. 'Never, never, never! I'll
never ask him to take a mere nobody from Chiddingwick. My pride wouldn't
allow it--my pride would stand in the way--for I'm as proud as before,
Dick, though I'm _not_ a Plantagenet!'
CHAPTER XVIII. GOOD OUT OF EVIL.
|That journey back to town was one of the most terrible things Maud had
ever yet known in her poor little life. Dick leaned back disconsolate in
one corner of the carriage, and she in the opposite one. Neither spoke a
single word; neither needed to speak, for each knew without speech what
the other was thinking of. Every now and again Dick would catch some
fresh shade of expression coursing like a wave over Maud's unhappy face,
and recognise in it the very idea that a moment before had been passing
through his own troubled mind. It was pitiable to see them. Their whole
scheme of life had suddenly and utterly broken down before them; their
sense of self-respect was deeply wounded--nay, even their bare
identity was all but gone, for the belief that they were in very truth
descendants of the royal Plantagenets had become as it were an integral
part of their personality, and woven itself intimately into all their
life and thought and practice. They ceased to be themselves in ceasing
to be potential princes and princesses.
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