Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction
"Oh! mistress, you must pardon the free speech of a Cavalier. Our
tongues, as our swords, often fly out without reflection. Be assured I
meant not to offend--far from it."
Apology was a bitter pill for Prince Rupert to swallow; but he gulped it
down with a better grace, confident of having the "bit of saucy
sweetness" in his power. If he failed to make conquest of her, there
was another way to fall back upon; that to which his low familiar,
Lunsford, had been all along counselling him.
The little _desagrement_ brought their _tete-a-tete_ to an end, the
Prince not caring to continue it. It could be resumed at a more
favourable opportunity, which he meant to find before leaving Hollymead.
Seeming suddenly to recollect himself, he said, in voice loud enough to
be heard by the elder sister, as he intended it,--
"But, ladies! I've only half apologised for our intrusion, and trust
you will pardon it, when you hear my excuses. I was on the way to visit
your worthy father, with whom I have some business. When hearing the
_hooha-ha_!--ardent falconer as I am--I couldn't resist coming across to
learn the result. Permit me to take leave of you, with thanks for your
gracious reception. Unless, indeed, you do me the further honour of
letting me escort you to the house. If I dared make so free, I would
even ask the favour of being introduced by you to your father, with whom
I regret not having personal acquaintance."
"Our father is not at home," said Sabrina, speaking for both.
"Indeed?" he exclaimed, looking half-disappointed, half-pleased.
"That's unfortunate. But I suppose you expect him soon?"
"We cannot tell what time he may return, your Highness."
"Ah! he's gone upon a journey, then. May I ask whither? You'll pardon
the inquiry, in view of my business with him?"
"To Gloucester," she answered, without hesitation, too glad to have the
questioner think that he inquired about was in that safe city.
"His absence is disappointing," said the Prince--half in soliloquy, and
half addressing himself to Captain Trevor. "It will necessitate our
staying here for the night." This loud enough for the ladies to hear.
"I regret that," he pursued, again turning to them, "not on my own
account, but because the quartering of my escort at Hollymead cannot be
over agreeable to you. However, I can promise best behaviour on their
part; and should your servants have any rudeness to complain of it shall
be punished with all severity."
This self-invitation to the hospitality of Hollymead House, however
vexatious to the daughters of its absent owner, did not at all surprise
them. They had been expecting it as the upshot; for, despite his fine
phrases of apology--all pretence--the Prince's bearing and manner told
them how much he felt himself their master.
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