The Queen's Maries: A Romance of HolyroodWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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The Queen's Maries: A Romance of Holyrood
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Mary, Queen of Scots, 1542-1587 -- Fiction
All this time Mr Randolph had not been idle at the Court of Holyrood,
fulfilling his ministering with a tact and energy peculiarly his
own, and valued as they deserved by his bustling mistress and her
astute adviser, the celebrated Cecil. Wherever there was an intrigue
brewing, the English ambassador was not to be satisfied until he
was at the bottom of it; wherever there was a mystery he sifted it
thoroughly; analysing with diplomatic chemistry its component parts,
and amalgamating the whole into a confusion worse confounded when he
had done with it.
The many marriage proposals to the Queen kept his hands full, and
the contradictory orders he received from his sovereign, who, with
all her great qualities, was sufficiently a woman never to be quite
sure of her own mind for two consecutive days, by no means tended
to simplify or facilitate the duties of his office. Nevertheless he
found time to press his suit ardently with Mary Beton, insinuating
himself sufficiently into her affections to worm out of her all the
intelligence he could possibly obtain, yet with characteristic caution
never failing to stop short of the boundary beyond which he must
compromise or embarrass himself. And yet Mr Randolph, with his clever
scheming, well-balanced mind, and his thoroughly disciplined heart, was
but human after all: none other was so pleasant to him as this daily
duty of making love to Mary Beton; her dignity and her beauty gratified
his fastidious taste, and her obvious admiration of himself could not
but make an impression on his callous heart.
Sometimes, even over him, the hardened man of the world, stole a
soft vision of something better than ciphers, and protocols, and
despatches--of pleasant words and loving looks, and little children and
a home; but a moment of reflection brushed all such weaknesses from
his path, and the perusal of a state-paper from Cecil soon restored
him to his philosophy. Then he remembered that in a career like his
every stepping-stone to greatness must be prized and used only as such;
however fair its polish, however valuable its quality, it must be
crushed under his heel to gain a firmer foot-hold, and spurned in turn
when done with, for his upward spring to the next. Randolph sought out
tools for his own purpose in all directions; when he failed to find an
appropriate instrument, he shaped one to his hand for himself.
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