End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
Pareamo aver qui tutto il ben raccolto
Che fra mortali in più parte si rimembra.
Now also that our children gave us occupation, we found excuses for our
idleness, in the idea of bringing them up to a more splendid career. At
length our tranquillity was disturbed, and the course of events, which
for five years had flowed on in hushing tranquillity, was broken by
breakers and obstacles, that woke us from our pleasant dream.
A new Lord Protector of England was to be chosen; and, at Raymond’s
request, we removed to London, to witness, and even take a part in the
election. If Raymond had been united to Idris, this post had been his
stepping-stone to higher dignity; and his desire for power and fame had
been crowned with fullest measure. He had exchanged a sceptre for a
lute, a kingdom for Perdita.
Did he think of this as we journeyed up to town? I watched him, but
could make but little of him. He was particularly gay, playing with his
child, and turning to sport every word that was uttered. Perhaps he did
this because he saw a cloud upon Perdita’s brow. She tried to rouse
herself, but her eyes every now and then filled with tears, and she
looked wistfully on Raymond and her girl, as if fearful that some evil
would betide them. And so she felt. A presentiment of ill hung over
her. She leaned from the window looking on the forest, and the turrets
of the Castle, and as these became hid by intervening objects, she
passionately exclaimed—“Scenes of happiness! scenes sacred to devoted
love, when shall I see you again! and when I see ye, shall I be still
the beloved and joyous Perdita, or shall I, heart-broken and lost,
wander among your groves, the ghost of what I am!”
“Why, silly one,” cried Raymond, “what is your little head pondering
upon, that of a sudden you have become so sublimely dismal? Cheer up,
or I shall make you over to Idris, and call Adrian into the carriage,
who, I see by his gesture, sympathizes with my good spirits.”
Adrian was on horseback; he rode up to the carriage, and his gaiety, in
addition to that of Raymond, dispelled my sister’s melancholy. We
entered London in the evening, and went to our several abodes near Hyde
Park.
The following morning Lord Raymond visited me early. “I come to you,”
he said, “only half assured that you will assist me in my project, but
resolved to go through with it, whether you concur with me or not.
Promise me secrecy however; for if you will not contribute to my
success, at least you must not baffle me.”
“Well, I promise. And now—-”
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