Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
While Ned was speaking, His Highness had seemed to my jealously
watching eye not unmoved. He now laid his hand on Mr. Bentinck's
arm, and drew that gentleman apart into the window which is nearest
the door where Prue had played the eavesdropper. I had no intent to
do the like, and it was more His Highness's fault than mine if he did
not perceive that I stood so much nearer than the rest of the company
that some words of his discourse with Mr. Bentinck were plainly
audible to me. And, while their voices rose and fell in that
murmured conference, the curtain that hangs before that little door
was brushed aside, and M. de Rondiniacque, with his hat in his hand
and a smile upon his lips at once merry, mocking, and triumphant,
stood beside me.
"This is no plot, William," said the Prince,--"but a matter of one
family." And there followed much that escaped my ear, until His
Highness's voice rose with the words, "How think you, William? If we
had this Francis--" and then dropped into the former murmuring.
"Had we the fat one," says Mr. Bentinck; "for this priest"--and at
the word he twisted his head a little toward Philip, who stood by the
hearth with Ned and my father--"this priest is too spare to make a
meal of."
"Ay," said the Prince, "if we could but find this 'Marston,' and if
it were made plain he had no ties here with these good people, we
might well treat these late adventures with the largeness that safety
can use."
And then much more from Mr. Bentinck that I did not hear, until he
said that the good-will of such men as these was of much value, and
ended with some words of Captain Royston's difficult dilemma of the
past night.
"Look on her but once, Your Highness," said he, "and weigh the
temptation." So I knew he had kept faith with me.
But it was not to my ears alone that these last words were audible;
for no sooner were they uttered than M. de Rondiniacque stepped
forward some paces and, speaking in tones of much levity: "'T is very
true, Your Highness," said he, "as Mr. Bentinck has observed: the
women of these parts are the very devil for the seducing a man from
his duty."
The Prince turned upon him very sharply. "Peace, Lieutenant!" he
said harshly; "such levity becomes neither my presence nor the
occasion." He then turned his back upon the interrupter, and
continued, addressing Mr. Bentinck: "But then--this Francis--we have
not taken him. What then?"
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