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
Some men have a knack of extracting information without affording any
in return, and this faculty appeared to be largely possessed by the
well-mounted traveller, who, while he conversed with the ease and
freedom of a thorough man of the world, dropped every now and then a
leading question that denoted an insatiable and unscrupulous curiosity.
The Scotch have generally an insurmountable dislike to being ‘pumped,’
and Maxwell, whose shrewdness soon perceived his new friend’s intention
of subjecting him to that process, resented it by an increased reserve,
which subsided ere long into an almost unbroken silence.
They rode on for some time, accordingly, interchanging only an
occasional remark--the stranger accommodating his horse’s pace to
that of his new acquaintance, whilst his servant jogged painfully
along behind him, suffering obviously from abrasion, the curse of
unpractised riders, and seeking relief, as well by sighs and groans,
as by fruitless changes of position in the saddle. The moon shone out
brightly, and its light enabled Maxwell to examine the face and figure
of his comrade.
He was a spare man, of less than middle age, with the marks of good
breeding apparent in his thin, sharp features, and small feet and
hands. His figure, though too angular, was sufficiently graceful; and
his face, though pale, bore the clear hue of a healthy and enduring
constitution;--although he would have been a well-looking man enough,
but for the restless expression of his small gray eyes, which peered
from under the straight thick eyebrows with a vigilance amounting to
suspicion, and the thin, firmly-compressed lips, a little drawn in at
the corners, as if by an habitual sneer.
Maxwell, accustomed, in his warlike life, to judge of men at a glance,
found himself vaguely speculating on an exterior beyond which he could
not penetrate. The shaven lip and cheek denoted a man of peaceful
profession; but the finished horsemanship, the hanging of the sword,
the readiness with which his hand sought his pistol-holsters, savoured
of the soldier. Again, his thoughtful brow and worn face might well
become some distinguished scholar or man of science; but the tone
of his conversation, and the levity of his bearing, contradicted the
supposition that he could belong to the ‘wise ones of the earth.’
He seemed conscious, too, of his new friend’s observation, and more
inclined to court than shrink from it, as if priding himself on the
impenetrable reserve, with which he could combine an appearance of
extreme cordiality. The restless eyes, however, were not still for an
instant; and the soldier, in the midst of his speculations, was equally
startled and shamed by the observation which aroused him, and proved
that the civilian’s vigilance had been far more active than his own.
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