The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's TimeBarr, Amelia E.
History
The Lion's Whelp: A Story of Cromwell's Time
Barr, Amelia E.
Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Softened by such exquisite matins, he went in to breakfast. He was
seldom inclined to talk on public affairs, and this morning he said not
a word about the Council of the previous night, nor of the
self-humiliation which he felt certain would be demanded of the
Parliament that day. He eat his portion cheerfully, listening to Jane,
who was more talkative and light-hearted than usual. She told her
father she was going with Alice Heneage and a number of young people to
Hampton Court. They were to picnic in the park and come home in the
gloaming by the river; and as she dwelt on what was to be done and seen
that happy day, Israel looked at her with a tender scrutiny. He said to
himself, "She is more beautiful than she used to be;" and he watched
with pleasure her soul-lit eyes and speaking face, not oblivious,
either, of the neatness of her shining hair and the exquisite purity of
her light gown of India calico, with its crimped rufflings and spotless
stomacher of embroidery. "_She_ might have worn the violets on her
breast," he thought; and then he rose hastily and called in the
household, and read a psalm, and made a short, fervid prayer with them.
And this morning he looked at the men and maids afterwards, and was not
pleased at what he saw. "Tabitha," he said sternly, "you come to
worship with too little care. Both you and the other wenches may well
wash your faces, and put on clean brats when you are going to sit down
and listen to the Word of the Lord;" then observing a grin on one of the
men’s faces, he turned on them with still more anger, and rated them for
their want of respect to God and man for their uncombed hair and soiled
garments and unblacked shoes, and so sent all of them away with shame in
their red faces and not a little wrath in their hearts. And he had no
idea that Jane’s delicious freshness and purity had really been the text
prompting his household homily.
Soon after General Swaffham’s departure for Whitehall, Jane’s friends
called for her, and they went away together full of youth’s enthusiasm
and anticipation. They took the road to the river, and to the sound of
music and the falling and dipping of the oars they reached Richmond and
soon spread the contents of their hampers upon the grass under some
great oaks in the secluded park. Jane was disappointed at Cluny’s
absence; he had certainly been expected, and no word explaining his
failure to keep his engagement had been received. But the general tone
of the company was so full of innocent gayety, that she could not, and
did not, wish to resist it.
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