Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
To this question Mr. Bentinck contented himself with replying that
His Highness had indeed promised as much, and that it was for him to
judge whether his conditions had been infringed; Count Schomberg, who
was still of the party, said, speaking in the French language, that
an example would not come amiss at this juncture, for he believed
these raw English levies were proving not a little turbulent and
likely to give trouble. The rest, much, I think, to their honor,
kept silence, having perhaps the greatest difficulty in believing the
matters alleged against Captain Royston, that his confession of the
night before came to them but at second-hand.
There is little doubt in my mind that the silence of these two
younger gentlemen, taking sides, as it seemed to do, with the small
doubt or hesitation that still lurked in the Prince's mind, added for
the moment fuel to his anger. He bade the junior of them go to the
escort, and send in a file of men; this gentleman, as he went,
encountering Sir Michael in the doorway, after one glance in his
face, stood back, giving way to him with a natural and involuntary
respect. For M. de Rondiniacque has told me that my father entered
the hall with that pure and noble dignity of bearing to which age,
infirmity, and even lameness can but add distinction.
"Your Highness is welcome," he said, at once singling out and
approaching his chief guest. "I regret my failure to welcome his
arrival, and could wish I had better entertainment to give."
"I am wholly of your mind, Sir Michael Drayton," replied the Prince.
"I like it so little that I take my leave of you." And with that he
turned his back upon his host, addressing some words in a low voice
to Mr. Bentinck.
The insult was plain, and, although he was in a measure prepared for
trouble by the few words he had heard before he entered the hall,
such an attack upon himself was wholly beyond Sir Michael's
expectation. He was, however, a man to resent discourtesy most
readily from the highest source.
"I will ask Your Highness," said he, in a voice very clear and
steady, "how we have incurred his displeasure." Then the old man
drew himself to his full height, and his voice recovered for a space
some of the fuller and rounder tones of earlier days. "Ay, but it
is," he said very solemnly, "a matter very weighty. Since Your
Highness has so spoken, and within my walls, I may ask the reason of
it."
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