Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“This morning his lordship, your honoured father, requested my
assistance in a business which he thought I was capable of bringing to a
satisfactory conclusion. It concerned a highly placed personage, whom
it is perhaps improper for me to name, and perhaps unnecessary for me
to particularize further. His lordship’s intention was to present this
exalted lady with some gift which she would value for its intrinsic
worth no less than its artistic quality, and, as he professed himself
no judge of such, preferring to depend upon the well-known taste of my
nation in delicate articles of merit, also so far complimenting me as to
believe that I could, in suitable manner and phrase, present this
token to the gracious accepter of it, he desired my intervention, and I
promised so to pleasure him to the best of my poor abilities. On leaving
you this morning I made selection of the gift, and furthermore gave hint
to the recipient of its intended presentation,--a hint, I may say, which
was received with palpable delight. Judge, then, my consternation when
I heard of the Earl’s arrest, for he had promised to pay me the money
to-morrow.”
The young man paused, his listener pondering with her eyes on the
floor. She had such a deep distrust of him, and was so well aware of the
prejudice, that she struggled against it, praying for an unbiased mind.
Yet much that he had said coincided with certain things she knew,--her
father’s desire that the Queen should cease from meddling in affairs
of State to his disadvantage and theirs; his seeming friendship for De
Courcy, although he despised him; his intention that she should be civil
to him; his disclaimer of all knowledge regarding what a woman valued
in a gift when he presented her with a full purse the night before,--all
these fitted with the Frenchman’s story. The suppliant, scrutinizing her
perplexed brow, seemed to fear that his chance of getting the money was
vanishing, as he continued on the line most likely to incline her to
favour his present demand.
“Of course, I should not have troubled you in this matter did I not
think that if the arrangement your father wished to make was important
this morning, it is ten times more important to-night. Indeed, his
liberty may depend upon it. I am well aware that it is open to me to say
to the lady, ‘Lord Strafford is in prison, and is unable to carry
out his generous intentions,’ but I fear the deep disappointment will
outweigh the force of the reasoning. Your charming sex is not always
strictly logical.”
“What was the sum agreed upon?” asked Frances, looking suddenly up.
“A thousand pounds in gold.”
The question had been sprung upon him, and he had answered without
thought, but as he watched her resolute face a shade of disappointment
passed over his own, as if of inward regret that he had not made the
amount larger, should her determination prove his ally.
“I shall see that you get the money, if not to-night, at the time
promised.”
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