Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Juvenile fiction
"Nay, nay, good Dicon; be not so wroth," spoke Grey calmly and quietly.
"In sooth, I know not that I owe him aught but thanks. When all is said
and done, it was but ill-gotten gain. I would sooner face life with
none of it upon me. I had a few guineas to start with—well, it was more
than a few; yet had I spent my time in London, I should have had but
little left by now. I have learned many lessons, and I shall start
clear of debt, and without my pockets filled with other men’s gold."
Dick was scarce moralist enough to understand or appreciate his master’s
scruples—scruples new, indeed, to Grey himself—but the faithful fellow
was ready to accept any verdict and any decision made by the man he
loved and served; and as he put the finishing touches to the workmanlike
riding toilet which he had in readiness, he remarked with a short
laugh,—
"Faith, master, you and I betwixt us, with Don Carlos and my good nag
for company, and a few guineas in our pockets, need not fear the future;
and I trow it will be well for you to be quit for ever of my Lord
Sandford’s company. I liked him not greatly for your friend; I hate him
with a goodly hatred since he shows himself your foe. Shall we turn our
backs upon him and upon London town, and seek our fortunes with the army
over the water, where his Grace of Marlborough will give you welcome?"
"I scarce know what the future will bring for me, Dicon," was the reply,
spoken gravely, yet with a certain listless indifference not lost upon
the servant; "I have made no plans as yet. Let us see what this day
brings forth first."
"I wager it will fill our pockets anew with gold!"
"I will not touch their gold!" spoke Grey with eyes that suddenly
flashed fire. "I have cancelled all my wagers. I will take nothing at
their hands. I will ride Don Carlos and ride my best for mine own honour
and that of the good steed I shall bestride; but their money will I not
touch. I have done with all that. Nay, stare not in such amaze, good
Dicon. I have not taken leave of my senses; rather, I trow, I have come
to my better mind. Now get me somewhat to eat here, and then we will to
the stables to see my beauty. This match once over, we turn a new page
in our life’s story. Who knows what the next will be?"
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