"Upon my faith as a knight! thou, John Morgan, art the biggest packet
of surprises I have yet brought within the gray walls of Whitehall
Palace. They do say that the air of this place is peculiarly suitable
for the breathing of west-country men. We thrive in it amazingly, to
the chagrin of better men born elsewhere. But thou hast developed from
close bud to full-blown flower in a single afternoon. Who cut the
strings of thy tongue, and took the bands from thy wits? Thou didst
speak like a ten years courtier at the least. I will confess that I
hearkened to thee dumb with sheer amazement."
Johnnie rubbed his chin ruefully.
"I am sore afraid that my tongue hath undone me; yet, for the life of
me, I could put no bridle upon it when once her Majesty had me by the
eyes. She willed the words out of me. Bones o' me! I pray I may
never have to face her with a secret locked in my bosom, and she
suspicious that I kept something hidden. 'Twould out, like murder.
But her spirit compelled mine as that of a strong man compelling a
weaker."
"There hast thou solved the royal riddle of England's governance. We
are swayed by the brain of a man behind the mask of woman's face. To
the woman that we behold we pay that chivalrous deference and loving
devotion that her sex and her station claim from true men; but when we
would treat her like a woman, with womanly weaknesses, then peeps the
man from behind the mask, and we kneel to one stronger than ourselves.
The 'woman' that appeals to us, and cries for our love, is at times
capricious as an April day. But the 'man' is ever firm and dominating,
and with 'him' no one of us dares to trifle. Thy fortunate star shone
o'er thee to-day. Few men have made so excellent a first impression on
England's maiden Queen. But be not froward because of a first success,
nor hope too much from a royal smile. The east wind can blow bitingly,
even on a sunny day. Come with me now to the royal buffet; 'tis
treason to quit this roof after a first visit without drinking a bumper
to the sovereign's health. Her Majesty is a very country housewife in
the matter of cakes and ale and clean sheets in the guest chamber."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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