Great Britain -- History -- Revolution of 1688 -- Fiction; James II, King of England, 1633-1701 -- Fiction
It was M. D’Avaux, with whom she had some former acquaintance, who had
urgently requested her to come to The Hague, and she was here, listening
to him, but without enthusiasm, being more engaged in watching the great
number of well-dressed people who passed up and down the wide, clean
street.
M. D’Avaux perhaps noticed her inattention, for he broke his discourse
with an abrupt question.
"Would you care to see a revolution in your country—’49 over again with
the Prince of Orange in place of Cromwell?"
She turned quickly, obviously startled. Though so indifferent to actual
happenings, she was tenacious of tradition, and she felt a vast, though
passive, admiration for the action of King James in re-establishing in
his kingdoms the ancient faith that was hers.
"Why—you mean——" she began, and paused, searching his face with puzzled
dark eyes.
"I mean, Madame," said M. D’Avaux strongly, "that your King is cutting
away the supports that prop his throne—you must know something of the
feeling in England."
"Yes," she assented; "the trouble with the colleges, the declaration of
Indulgence, and some rare malicious talk of the Prince of Wales—but
nothing like—a revolution!"
The Frenchman smiled.
"Let me tell you some facts. When Henry Sidney was Envoy here he was in
reality the channel of communication between the Opposition in England
and His Highness—even since his recall he hath served the same turn—and
these last months Edward Russell hath been coming and going with
messages between the Prince and those great Protestants whom the King
hath put out of office."
"If this is known," cried Basilea, "surely it can be prevented—it is
treason!"
"What is treason in England, Madame, is loyalty at The Hague—and do you
imagine that I have any influence with the States, who are entirely
under the rule of the Prince?"
"I have noticed," answered Basilea, "a monstrous number of English and
French Protestants at The Hague, but thought they came here for a mere
refuge."
"They come here," said M. D’Avaux drily, "for revenge—since the Edict of
Nantes was revoked all the Huguenots look to the Prince, and since he
refused his assent to the declaration of Indulgence every Englishman who
is not a Romanist looketh to him also."
Basilea rose; the sunshine was over her curls and blue dress, and shook
a red light from the garnets at her wrist; her eyes narrowed; she was
interested by this clear talk of important events.
"What could the Prince do?" she asked quietly.
M. D’Avaux replied with some passion.
"This is the tenth year of the uneasy peace forced on His Highness by
His Majesty and the late King Charles, and not a month of that time that
he hath not been working to be avenged on us for the terms we obtained
then—he hath combined powers in secret leagues against us, he hath vexed
and defied us at every turn, and he hath never, for one moment, ceased
to intrigue for the help of England against us—in some final issue."
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