Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
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Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
She drew the door open, and the light, pouring full into the
closet, revealed to her the person of a cavalier. But though she
started, it was not with fear, but surprise; for the cavalier, in
whom she had expected to find a ruthless enemy, was no other than
her lover.
“Is’t thou?” she exclaimed. “Come forth to the fire.”
Hildebrand, thus invited, stepped out of the closet, and advanced
with her to the fire.
“How camest thou hither, dear lady?” he inquired.
“I came to seek thee, Senhor,” answered Inez, blushing. “I was
afeard, from the manner of thy retreat, that thou mightst have
met some mishap, and be lying disabled in the garden. How didst
thou come hither?”
“It may be briefly told, dear lady,” said Hildebrand. “When
I had got me behind the curtain, in thy chamber, I found the
casement was open; and, looking out, I observed the veranda over
the rearward door, by which we had gained ingress to the house,
only a few feet beneath. Meantime, thy churlish guardian, as I
suppose him, did intrude on thy presence, and I heard him and
thee bandying high words. It struck me, on this hint, that, if
he should hap to fall on my covert, ’twould bring on thee more
particular injury; and, so thinking, I sought to get me beyond
his reach. The casement being already open, I turned myself over
the sill with ease; and the noise made by your voices, which
anger and jealousy had raised to the very highest parlance,
prevented my proceedings from being heard.”
“’Twas well we talked so loud,” smiled Inez. “But how then?”
“Clinging round the lower frame of the casement,” resumed
Hildebrand, “I dropped my feet to the veranda, and there,
standing upright, surveyed its height from the ground. It looked
a marvellous great distance, but I knew, from my experience
of such matters, that it got this look of magnitude from the
prevailing darkness; and, supposing it to involve but little
peril, I made a bold spring for ’t. My conjecture proved correct,
and I lit safely on the ground.”
“’Twas bravely done,” said Inez, unwittingly clinging more fondly
to his arm. “But having reached the garden, how was it thou didst
not pursue thy retreat?”
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