Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
In Dame Joan, his wife, he possessed a capital helpmate. She could
not boast of much personal attraction, but she had many excellent
qualities. A model of prudence, she could be safely trusted on all
emergencies, and she was as good-tempered as discreet. Tall and strong,
Dame Joan was not masculine either in look or manner, and her features,
though plain and homely, had a kindly expression, that did not belie
her nature. She had a thoroughly honest look, and the tidiness of her
apparel proclaimed an excellent housewife. Such was the opinion formed
by Charles of this worthy woman, as he beheld her for the first time,
when crossing the threshold of Boscobel House.
After making him an obeisance, not devoid of a certain rustic grace,
Joan drew back respectfully, and ushered his majesty and Careless into
a parlour on the ground floor, and then made another obeisance.
"Oddsfish! my good dame," said Charles, smiling. "You understand
matters of ceremony so well, that you must e'en come to
court--supposing I should ever have a court."
"Boscobel was greatly honoured when the Earl of Derby sought shelter
here," replied Joan. "But it is now far more highly honoured since your
majesty has set foot within the house. My husband and myself are not
fitting persons to receive your majesty, but we will do our best, and
you may depend upon it we will watch over you most carefully."
This was the finest speech Joan had ever delivered, but she deemed it
necessary to the occasion. Charles thanked her graciously, but said,
"Mark me, my good dame. All ceremony must be laid aside. Any observance
of it might endanger my safety. When I put on this garb I became one of
yourselves. Address me only as Will Jackson."
"I can never bring myself to address your majesty by such a name as
that!" said Joan.
"Wife! wife!" cried William Penderel from behind. "You must do whatever
his majesty bids you, without a word."
"Why, you are committing a similar error, William," laughed the king.
"But if you desire to oblige me, my good dame, you will go and prepare
breakfast."
"Master William Jackson shall have the best the house can furnish--and
quickly," replied Joan, departing.
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