Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
The Prince gazed at me a while, and his face grew somehow to a
softness that is seldom, I think, observed upon it. And, as we
looked upon each other, there was a little bustle at the door, made,
I doubt not, by M. de Rondiniacque's return.
"Give it me, child," said William, and I handed him, without further
doubt of his purpose, the remnant of his pledge.
"Why so ready, mistress?" asked His Highness. "I have granted
naught."
"Nay," I replied, "but love can read deep, even as the eyes of a
prince."
"In this world, my child," he said, speaking still with that
gentleness I had marked in his face, "there is no going back. But,
if Mr. Bentinck will fill us out a major's brevet for Mr. Edward
Royston, will that serve to balance the uneven division of last
night, sir, or madam?"
Upon which the joy in my heart was so near to seeking its relief in
tears that I had much ado to answer him.
"I do thank Your Highness," I murmured, "beyond all telling." And
then, finding a better voice, I continued: "And, if it please Your
Highness, I will be always madam."
"Then must you begin soon," he answered; "to which end I shall impose
a condition on this settlement." But here the Prince checked
himself, turning suddenly upon M. de Rondiniacque, by which action he
was able to detect that pleasant gentleman in the act of restoring to
Ned the sword taken from him the night before.
To my ear he has since declared that he had some inward premonition
on his arising that morning that the matter of poor Royston's
disgrace was by no means concluded; and this feeling, whether
foresight or presentiment, had waxed in him so strong, that he had
brought with him that weapon, as well as his own, in spite of his
previous intent to leave it privily in its owner's house.
As His Highness turned from me to observe him, De Rondiniacque
uttered these words: "Your sword, Major Royston," with so much of
kindly triumph in voice and countenance that even the visage turned
on him with enquiry so stern broke into a smile very responsive.
"How now, Lieutenant," said His Highness, "what is this?"
"When Mistress Drayton did begin to adjure Your Highness so
movingly," said the Frenchman, "holding in her hand that fragment of
Your Highness's sword, I made sure she would ask and obtain her
price; and so, Your Highness, I went straightway to fetch it. And,
knowing Your Highness has need not only of swords, but also of men
that wield them as few but Major Royston can, I do trust I have done
no wrong."
"'T is well, sir," replied the Prince. "As it seems your nature to
take much upon yourself, let it always, as now, be the discharge of
my wishes."
At which M. de Rondiniacque appeared not a little disconcerted; but,
since he has done His Highness many a notable service in these latter
days, it cannot be said that the mildness of the reproof was
ill-advised.
"But what was that, sweet child," the Prince now continued,
addressing me anew, "of which I was to speak?"
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