Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Robin suffered me to go home, but only that I might put on my best
frock (I had but two) and make my hair straight, which had been
blown into curls, as was the way with my hair. And then, learning
from my mother with the utmost satisfaction what had passed, he led
me by the hand, as if I were already his bride, and so to the Manor
House, where first Sir Christopher saluted me with great kindness,
calling me his dear granddaughter, and saying that next to Robin's
safe return he asked for nothing more than to see me Robin's wife.
And Madam kissed me, with tears in her eyes, and said that she could
desire nothing better for her son, and that she was sure I should do
my best endeavours to make the boy happy. Then Humphrey, as quietly
as if he had not also asked me to be his wife, kissed my hand, and
wished me joy; and Mr. Boscorel also kissed me, and declared that
Robin ought to be the happiest dog on earth. And so we sat down to
our feast.
The conversation at dinner was graver than the occasion demanded.
For though our travellers continually answered questions about the
foreign lands and peoples they had seen, yet the subject returned
always to the condition of the country, and to what would happen.
After dinner we sat in the garden, and the gentlemen began to talk
of Right Divine and of Non-Resistance, and here it seemed to me
as if Mr. Boscorel was looking on as from an eminence apart. For
when he had once stated the texts and arguments upon which the
High Church party do mostly rely, he retired and made no further
objections, listening in silence while my father held forth upon
the duty of rising against wicked princes. At last, however, being
challenged to reply by Humphrey, Mr. Boscorel thus made answer:
'The doctrine that subjects may or may not rebel against their
Sovereign is one which I regard with interest so long as it remains
a question of logic and argument only. Unfortunately, the times are
such that we may be called upon to make a practical application of
it: in which case there may follow once more civil war, with hard
knocks on both sides, and much loss of things temporal. Wherefore
to my learned brother's arguments, which I admit to be plausible, I
will, for the present, offer no reply, except to pray Heaven that
the occasion may not arise of converting a disputed doctrine into a
rule of conduct.'
Alas! even while he spoke the messenger was speeding swiftly towards
us who was to call upon all present to take a side.
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