Idonia: A Romance of Old LondonWallis, Arthur Frederick
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Idonia: A Romance of Old London
Wallis, Arthur Frederick
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"I came hither to tell you I have twelve shillings."
Was ever any excuse so ill-considered?
"Twelve shillings!" cried Idonia; but my self-respect was all down by
that time, and I could not stop; I spoke of my father's letter, mine
own penury, and the detestation in which I held the necessity to enter
into trade.
"I have but twelve shillings in the whole world," said I, but she not
answering, I turned my head sharply to see how she had received it. To
my utter astonishment Idonia was laughing at me through a blind of
tears.
CHAPTER XIV
HOW IDONIA TAUGHT ME AND A CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD HOW TO KEEP BOOKS
"Now, cry you mercy, Mr. Denis!" said Idonia, "for indeed I guessed not
that affairs of trade were to be in debate between us."
But so confused as I was by her laughter, I could neither deny nor
confirm that saying, but stood before her very hot in the face and, I
make no question, as sour to look upon as she was merry to see me so.
"I had thought you had forced your way hither," she continued, setting
her head a little aside, "in order to rid me of such dangers as might
beset me here, albeit I know of none."
"And knew you of any," said I, pretty desperate by this, "my sword
should make it none, if you would."
Perhaps it was the bitter tone I used, or the knowledge that I spoke
not in mere idle boastfulness; but upon the sudden her manner changed
wholly and she was pleading with me in so tender and deep a voice as it
thrilled me through to hear it.
"Ah, Mr. Denis," said she, coming close and laying her hand on my arm,
"we be friends surely, or if we be not, I know not where I am to seek
for a friend as true hearted, nor one that would venture as far to aid
me. I meant no harm, indeed I did not, though my tongue played my
meaning false, as it doth, alas! too often. If I laughed, 'twas to
fend off weeping, for once I fall to that, I know not when I should be
done."
"Yet you said you had no especial trouble," I returned.
"Nay, if I did, I lied," said Idonia, "for I am beset with troubles
here."
"I thought no less," said I, "and 'twas for that very reason, and in
despite of your refusal to admit me awhile since, that I sought out
other ways to come to you."
She smiled when she heard this honest confession. "So much trade as
that comes to, Mr. Denis, will hardly satisfy your father's debts, I
think."
"I gave myself this one day more," I told her, "but to-morrow I must
necessarily seek employment, though the doing of it I can scarce abide
to think of."
"Having but an half-handful of shillings," said she, "poor lad! there
seemeth nought else to do, unless indeed you steal."
"Steal!" cried I.
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