Maryland -- History -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
For the moment I shrank from speaking, perceiving what a sad blow to
Mr. Carvel my words must be. And then I spoke up boldly, catching
the exulting sneer on my Uncle Grafton's face and the note of triumph
reflected in Mr. Allen's.
“I have never deceived you, sir,” I said, “and will not now hide from
you that I believe the colonies to have a just cause against his Majesty
and Parliament.” The words came ready to my lips: “We are none the less
Englishmen because we claim the rights of Englishmen, and, saving your
presence, sir, are as loyal as those who do not. And if these principles
be bad,” I added to my uncle, “then should we think with shame upon the
Magna Charta.”
My grandfather stood astonished at such a speech from me, whom he had
thought a lad yet without a formed knowledge of public affairs. But I
was, in fact, supersaturated with that of which I spoke, and could
have given my hearers many able Whig arguments to surprise them had the
season befitted. There was silence for a space after I had finished, and
then Mr. Carvel sank right heavily upon the bench.
“A Carvel against the King!” was all he said.
Had I been alone with him I should have cast myself at his feet, for it
hurt me sorely to see him so. As it was, I held my head high.
“The Carvels ever did what they believed right, sir,” I answered. “You
would not have me to go against my conscience?”
To this he replied nothing.
“The evil has been done, as I feared, father,” said Grafton, presently;
“we must now seek for the remedy.”
“Let me question the lad,” Mr. Allen softly interposed. “Tell me,
Richard, who has influenced you to this way of thinking?”
I saw his ruse, and was not to be duped by it.
“Men who have not feared to act bravely against oppression, sir,” I
said.
“Thank God,” exclaimed my uncle, with fervour, “that I have been more
careful of Philip's associations, and that he has not caught in the
streets and taverns this noxious creed!”
“There is no danger from Philip; he remembers his family name,” said the
rector.
“No,” quoth Mr. Carvel, bitterly, “there is no danger from Philip. Like
his father, he will ever believe that which best serves him.”
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