Temporal Power: A Study in SupremacyCorelli, Marie
Philosophy
Temporal Power: A Study in Supremacy
Corelli, Marie
Religious fiction
The old man did not reply, but quickening his pace, moved on a little
in advance of the King and his suite, to open a gate in front of them,
which guarded the approach to a long low house with carved gables and
lattice windows, over which a wealth of roses and jasmine clambered in
long tresses of pink and white bloom. Smooth grass surrounded the place,
and tall pine trees towered in the background; and round the pillars
of the broad verandah, which extended to the full length of the house
front, clematis and honeysuckle twined in thick clusters, filling the
air with delicate perfume. The Royal party murmured their admiration of
this picturesque abode, while Ronsard, with a nimbleness remarkable
for a man of his age, set chairs on the verandah and lawn for his
distinguished guests. Sir Walter Langton and the Marquis Montala
strolled about the garden with some of the ladies, commenting on the
simple yet exquisite taste displayed in its planting and arrangement;
while the King and Queen listened with considerable interest to the
conversation of their venerable host. He was a man of evident culture,
and his description of the coral-fishing community, their habits and
traditions, was both graphic and picturesque.
“Are they all away to-day?” asked the King.
“All the men on this side of The Islands--yes, Sir,” replied Ronsard;
“And the women have enough to do inside their houses till their husbands
return. With the evening and the moonlight, they will all be out in
their fields and gardens, making merry with innocent dance and song,
for they are very happy folk--much happier than their neighbours on the
mainland.”
“Are you acquainted with the people of the mainland, then?” enquired the
King.
“Sufficiently to know that they are dissatisfied;” returned Ronsard
quietly,--“And that, deep down among the tangled grass and flowers of
that brilliant pleasure-ground called Society, there is a fierce and
starving lion called the People, waiting for prey!”
His voice sank to a low and impressive tone, and for a moment his
hearers looked astonished and disconcerted. He went on as though he had
not seen the expression of their faces.
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