Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'If the cause be removed, the disease will be cured. Perhaps before
long the cause will be removed.'
'The cause--oh! the cause--what is the cause but the tyranny of
the Law? He who was ordered by Heaven itself to preach hath been,
perforce, silent for five-and-twenty years. His very life hath been
taken from him. And you talk of removing the cause!'
'Madam, if the Law suffer him once more to preach freely, would that
satisfy him--and you?'
My mother shook her head. 'The Law,' she said, 'now we have a Papist
on the throne is far more likely to lead my husband to the stake
than to set him free.'
'That shall we shortly see,' said Humphrey.
My mother bent her head over her wheel as one who wishes to talk no
more upon the subject. She loved not to speak concerning her husband
to any except to me.
* * * * *
I went out into the garden with Humphrey. I was foolish. I laughed
at nothing. I talked nonsense. Oh! I was so happy that if a pipe
and tabor had been heard in the village I should have danced to the
music, like poor Barnaby the night before he ran away. I regarded
not the grave and serious face of my companion.
'You are merry, Alice,' said Humphrey.
'It is because you are come back again--you and Robin. Oh! the time
has been long and dull--and now you have come back we shall all be
happy again. Yes; my father will cease to fret and rage; he will
talk Latin and Greek with you; Sir Christopher will be happy only
in looking upon you; Madam will have her son home again; and Mr.
Boscorel will bring out all the old music for you. Humphrey, it is a
happy day that brings you home again.'
'It may be a happy day also for me,' he said; 'but there is much to
be done. When the business we have in hand is accomplished'----
'What business, Humphrey?' For he spoke so gravely that it startled
me.
''Tis business of which thy father knows, child. Nay; let us not
talk of it. I think and hope that it is as good as accomplished now
before it is well taken in hand. It is not of that business that I
would speak. Alice, thou art so beautiful and so tall'----
'Nay, Humphrey. I must not be flattered.'
'And I so crooked.'
'Humphrey, I will not hear this talk. You, so great a scholar, thus
to speak of yourself!'
'Let me speak of myself, my dear. Hear me for a moment.' I declare
that I had not the least thought of what he was going to say, my
mind being wholly occupied with the idea of Robin.
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