His Majesty's Well-Beloved: An Episode in the Life of Mr. Thomas Betteron as told by His Friend John Honeywood — John Shaqi
His Majesty's Well-Beloved: An Episode in the Life of Mr. Thomas Betteron as told by His Friend John HoneywoodOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
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His Majesty's Well-Beloved: An Episode in the Life of Mr. Thomas Betteron as told by His Friend John Honeywood
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
Actors -- Fiction; Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710 -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction
You never told me, Mistress, what course You adopted after that eventful
afternoon; nor would I have ventured to pry into your secrets. That You
and Mr. Betterton talked the whole matter over, I make no doubt. I
could even tell You, methinks, on which day the heart to heart talk
between You took place. That there were no Recriminations on your part
I dare aver; also that Mr. Betterton received his final dismissal on
that day with a greater respect than ever for You in his Heart, and with
deep sorrow weighing upon his Soul.
After that, his visits to the house became more and more infrequent; and
at first You would contrive to be absent when he came. But, as I have
always maintained, his love for You still filled his innermost Being,
even though the Lady Barbara ruled over his fancy for the time. He
longed for your Presence and for your Friendship, even though at that
time he believed that You had totally erased his image from your Heart.
And so, when he came, and I had perforce to tell him that You were
absent, he would linger on in the hope that You would return, and he
would go away with a bitter sigh of regret whenever he had failed to
catch a glimpse of You.
You never told me in so many Words that you had definitely broken off
your Engagement to Mr. Betterton, nor do I believe that such was your
intention even then. Mistress Euphrosine certainly never realised that
You were smarting under so terrible a blow, and she still spoke glibly
of your forthcoming marriage.
It was indeed fortunate for You, fortunate for us all, that both she and
Mr. Baggs were too self-absorbed—he in his Business and she in her
Piety—and too selfish, to be aware of what went on around them. Their
self-absorption left You free to indulge in the luxury of suffering in
silence; and I was made almost happy at times by an occasional
surreptitious pressure of your Hand, a glance from your Eyes, telling me
that my Understanding and Sympathy were not wholly unwelcome.
CHAPTER III
A CRIMINAL FOLLY
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In June, you made your debut upon the stage, dear Mistress. Though You
only played a small Part, your Grace and Charm soon won universal
approval. I have so often told You of my feelings, my hopes, my tremors
and my joy on the occasion when first I saw You upon the boards, that I
will not weary You with the re-telling of them once again. Securely
hidden behind a pillar, I only lived through the super-acuteness of my
Senses, which drank in your Presence from the moment when You stepped
out from behind the Curtain and revealed your gracious personality to an
admiring Audience.
As long as I live, every word which You spoke on that day will continue
to ring in mine ear, and ere mine eyes close for ever in their last long
Sleep, I shall see your exquisite Image floating dreamlike before their
gaze.
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