It was a moment of love in the soul of a man whose whole career had
been devoted to ambition. The big tear started in his full eye, and
actually rolled down his cheek and fell upon his scarlet vest.
Oh! that the tear of love could fall upon the scarlet vests of all
Cardinals, and that they could see themselves as they are, but men of
the same flesh, the same blood, the same bone, the same dust as the
poorest Protestant in these realms! Till then, the lust of the eye,
the lust of the flesh, and the pride of life will prevail in the
dominion of the Papacy.
'Latimer, give me your hand,' said Wolsey. 'I have not behaved to
you as I ought, and years of neglect cannot be atoned for in a
moment. Your hand, William, reminds me of my youth. I cannot forget
my university. Proud days we enjoyed together. Days of anticipated
triumph. Ah! Latimer, yours was an unexpected triumph; mine a
long-anticipated hope, extinguished by yourself, but now blessed in
seeing you happy.'
Great man! Greater infinitely than the world knew! Could Cavendish
have revealed this, the world would truly have sympathised with a man
who, though raised to an eminence higher than that which any subject
ever yet stood upon, was hurled down therefrom at the moment when his
whole soul was full of pity and philanthropy.
Ellen could not see the emotion of her early friend at such a time
without a look of compassion, in which the generous and honest
Latimer most fully shared.
'It is best for us all to retire awhile,' she said, 'that we may be
each composed for the harmony of a happy hour.'
'It is well said, my friends: after our unusual excitement, it will
do us all good. My chamberlain will conduct you.'
CHAPTER XLIII.
HOSPITALITY.
The Cardinal alone--left alone to himself--bethought him of his
coming fall. He sent for Cavendish, and ordered every preparation
for quiet hospitality.
'I want no state to-day. Let all my serving-men take holiday, let as
many as please visit their friends in the city; and hark ye,
Cavendish! let my state-visitors, who come to pry into my decline,
and to partake of what good fare a Cardinal's table may afford them,
be told that I am indisposed to-day.
'I am indisposed, indeed, to receive any strangers, or any ministers
of state this day. My few early friends it is worth your while, my
good secretary, to cultivate, for they have hearts of hospitality;
and when greatness and I are separated, you may find them no mean
substitute for your master. I would have you, therefore, at my
table, none other; and as this is a day with which the world, the
political or public world in which I am concerned, can have nothing
to do, so let it be unrecorded among the transactions of my career,
which you have undertaken to set down.'
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