Earl Hubert's Daughter: The Polishing of the Pearl - A Tale of the 13th CenturyHolt, Emily Sarah
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Earl Hubert's Daughter: The Polishing of the Pearl - A Tale of the 13th Century
Holt, Emily Sarah
England -- Social life and customs -- 1066-1485 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"There never was any body so precise as Father Bruno! I would rather
ask questions of Father Nicholas, ten times over."
"Well, I don't like asking questions of Father Nicholas," responded
Doucebelle, "because he never answers them. He never goes down to the
bottom of things."
"_Ha, chetife_!" cried Eva. "Dost thou want to get to the bottom of
things? That is just why I like Father Nicholas, because he never
bothers one with reasons and distinctions. It is only, `Yes, thou
mayest do so,' or `No, do not do that,'--and then I am satisfied. Now,
Father Bruno will persist in explaining why I am not to do it, and that
sometimes makes me want to do it all the more. It seems to leave it in
one's own hands."
Beatrice broke into a laugh. "Why, Eva, thou wouldst rather be a chair
to be moved about, than a woman to be able to go at pleasure."
"I would rather have a distinct order," said Eva, a little scornfully.
"`Do,' or `Don't,' I can understand. But, `Saint Paul says this,' or
`Saint John says that,' and to have to make up one's own mind,--I detest
it."
"And I should detest the opposite."
"I am afraid, Beatrice, thou art greatly wanting in the virtue of holy
obedience. But of course one can make allowances for thine unhappy
education."
Eva had occasion to leave the room at the conclusion of this
unflattering speech: and Beatrice indulged in a long laugh.
"Well, what I am afraid of," she said to Margaret and Doucebelle, "is
that Eva is rather wanting in the virtue of common-sense. But whether I
am to lay that on her education, I do not know."
There was no answer: but the thoughts of the hearers were almost
opposites. Margaret considered Beatrice rash and self-satisfied.
Doucebelle thought heartily with her, and only wished that she had as
much courage to say so.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
WHAT IS LOVE?
"She only said, `My life is dreary,
He cometh not,' she said:
She said, `I am aweary, weary,
I would that I were dead!'"
_Tennyson_.
It was fortunate for Bruno de Malpas that he had a friend in Bishop
Grosteste, whose large heart and clear brain were readily interested in
his wish to return from regular to secular orders. He smoothed the path
considerably, and promised him a benefice in his diocese if the
dispensation could be obtained. But the last was a lengthy process, and
some months passed away before the answer could be received from Rome.
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