Temporal Power: A Study in SupremacyCorelli, Marie
Philosophy
Temporal Power: A Study in Supremacy
Corelli, Marie
Religious fiction
“She is beautiful--and the simple method of her bringing up has left her
unspoilt and innocent. She is ignorant of the world’s ways--because--”
and his voice sank to a reverential tenderness--“God’s ways are more
familiar to her!” He paused, but his father was silent; he therefore
went on. “She is healthy, strong, simple and true,--more fit for a
throne, if such were her destiny, than any daughter of any Royal house I
know of. Happy the nation that could call such a woman their Queen!”
“As I have already told you, Humphry,” returned the King, “you are in
love!--with the love of a headstrong, passionate boy for a beautiful and
credulous girl. I do not propose to discuss the subject further. You are
willing to go abroad, you tell me,--then make your preparations at once.
I will select one or two necessary companions for you, and you can start
when you please. I would let Von Glauben accompany you, but--for the
present--I cannot well spare him. Your intended voyage must be made
public, and in this way nothing will be known of the manner in which
you have privately chosen to make a fool of yourself. I will explain
the situation to the Queen;--but beyond that I shall say nothing. Let me
know by to-morrow how soon you can arrange your departure.”
The Prince bowed composedly, and was about to retire, when the King
called him back.
“You do not ask my pardon, Humphry, for the offence you have committed?”
The young man flushed, and bit his lip.
“Sir, I cannot ask pardon for what I do not consider is wrong! I have
married the woman I love; and I intend to be faithful to her. You
married a woman you did not love--and the result, according to my views,
and also according to my experience of my mother and yourself, is
more or less regrettable. If I have offended you, I sincerely beg your
forgiveness, but you must first point out the nature of the offence.
Surely, it must be more gratifying to you to know that I prefer to be a
man of honour than a common seducer?”
The King looked at him, and his own eyes fell under his son’s clear
candid gaze.
“Enough! You may go!” he said briefly.
The door opened and closed again;--he was gone.
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