Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
"To desperation." Then she burst into another fit of laughter, and I
caught the rogue looking at me over her snow-white shoulder. "Señor
Don Philip," said she, suddenly closing her comedy; "could you lend
me six doubloons--it would be such a favour--and then, as there is no
play to-night, if you will dine with me, they shall be returned then
with a thousand thanks."
"I have just ten doubloons in the world señora, but they are at your
service," said I, and, opening the mouth of my sporran, which was a
gift from Ian, and secured by a remarkable spring, I handed over the
whole money I had received from the regimental scrivener to maintain
me on our march towards the Weser. Prudentia laughed excessively at
the fashion of my Highland purse, and put both her hands into it. To
resist kissing her again was impossible; and for that I would have
given ten times ten doubloons.
"A'dios! señor Caballero, at three I will see you again; then we
shall have such a nice little dinner, and a game at chess, or
something else. Do not forget."
"Forget!" I exclaimed, kissing her hand; "how could I live and
forget?" I hurried away, and the mysterious door closed behind me.
My heart was brimming with delight; I paused a moment in the passage,
and heard a sound like the voice of the Hausmeister. He seemed to be
laughing somewhere, but it might be my own fancy.
In addition to my own pay, I had lent Prudentia five doubloons of
poor Ian's; so I did not wish to see him until after dinner, which
was yet two hours distant, and, leaving the city, I took a quiet
stroll along the sunny bank of the Elbe.
CHAPTER XIV.
I PREVAIL ON PRUDENTIA TO ACCEPT OF A RING.
I wandered long among the fields and green hedges by the margin of
the river, musing on the sudden success of my love affair, marvelling
how or where it was all to end, and unable to determine, whether I
was a fortunate youth or a prodigious fool. I was very much in love
with Prudentia; yet on reflection could not but acknowledge to
myself, that to marry her, at the outset of my career as a soldier of
fortune, would be very like tying a cannon-shot to my heels; and
would inevitably curb my pursuit of that honour and fortune, which I
had hoped to win by my sword in the German war. But Prudentia was so
beautiful, so winning and attractive--she possessed such a piquant
manner and mode of expression--that I was completely blinded to the
future, and felt myself falling helplessly into the snare which the
little god had laid for me.
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