England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Genealogy -- Fiction
'Oh, Dick, dear Dick, whatever on earth you do, I shall always love you;
I shall always be proud of you!'
And when they parted that morning, Richard Plantagenet and Mary Tudor
were for the first time in their lives engaged to one another.
That's what always happens when you go to see a girl, conscientiously
determined, for her sake, much against the grain, to break things off
with her for ever. I have been there myself, and I know all about it.
CHAPTER XV. A WILLING PRISONER.
|At Oxford all that day, Mr. Archibald Gillespie, of Durham College,
found himself in a very singular position indeed for an undergraduate
of such unquestioned and respectable manners. For he was keeping Maud
Plantagenet shut up behind a sported oak in her brother's rooms, and
clandestinely supplying her with lunch, tea and dinner.
This somewhat compromising condition of affairs in the third pair
left of Back Quad New Buildings had been brought about by a pure
concatenation of accidents. When Maud left Chiddingwick that morning,
with nothing in her purse, she had trusted to Dick to supply her with
the wherewithal for paying her way back again. But as Dick was not at
home when she reached his rooms, she had been compelled to wait in for
him till he returned from Chiddingwick. For the same reason she was
obviously unable to supply herself with food at a hotel or restaurant.
Being a Plan-tagenet, indeed, she would have been far too proud to
let Gillespie suspect these facts by overt act or word of hers; but,
somehow, he guessed them for himself, and soon found his suspicions
confirmed by her very silence.
Now, the scouts, or college servants, have a key of the 'oak,' and can
enter men's rooms at any moment without warning beforehand. There
was nothing for it, therefore, but for Gillespie to take Dick's scout
frankly into his confidence; which he did accordingly. Already he had
forgotten his eleven o'clock lecture; Plato's 'Bepublic' had gone to
the wall before a pretty face; and now he went outside the door to plot
still further treason, and shouted, after the primitive Oxford fashion,
for the servant.
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