The Touchstone of Fortune: Being the Memoir of Baron Clyde, Who Lived, Thrived, and Fell in the Doleful Reign of the So-called Merry Monarch, Charles IIMajor, Charles
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The Touchstone of Fortune: Being the Memoir of Baron Clyde, Who Lived, Thrived, and Fell in the Doleful Reign of the So-called Merry Monarch, Charles II
Major, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction
"That is no affair of yours, and your question is impertinent," answered
the king. "Obey my commands and keep your lips sealed, if you would
oblige your king, save trouble to yourself, and perhaps be rewarded. Hear
me, Clyde! I will brook no interference in this matter. Do you fully
understand?"
"Yes, your Majesty. To obey the king's command is the highest duty I
know," I answered, hanging my head.
"Ah, that is better. Now you may go," said the king, motioning his hand
toward the door.
Frances had been expeditious in doing her part, and I was wondering what
she had done to work so great a change in the king's mind in so short a
time. So I made all haste to see Du Boise in order that I might the
sooner see my cousin and question her. I found Hamilton downcast, but
when I gave him the king's letter, his gloom turned to anger.
"No, no!" he cried, springing from his chair. "Never! Never! Frances is
buying the king's complaisance, God knows at what price! It shall not be!
The cur! The coward! I'll kill him before the hour arrives!"
"Listen to me, George," I insisted, "and for once in your life, don't
be a fool. You will ruin us all if you lose your head at the moment
when success is waiting for us. You, yourself, suggested this plan, and,
thanks to my cousin's courage, it is working out beautifully. I don't
know what she has to propose, nor what she is going to do. I know nothing
of her plans, but I trust her. Can't you?"
"Yes, yes, I trust her," he replied, growing more calm. "But I do not
trust him. She will go to him alone, expecting, doubtless, to escape, but
she does not know the risk she is running."
"Do not fear for her," I answered assuringly. "She will be prepared to
defend herself. Make all things ready, and I'll go to learn of Frances's
plans. You may be sure she will provide some way for her own protection.
When a woman of brains sets out to hoodwink a man, he usually gets what
he deserves, even though he be an absolute king."
"Well, be off, and back again at the earliest possible moment," said
George, resigning himself, under compulsion, to the hard conditions the
situation imposed.
When I left Hamilton, I hastened to Frances and found her expecting me.
She told me her story in a few words:--"The treaty and the bill of
exchange, I believe you call it, are to be placed in my hands to-night
at eight o'clock," she said. "I am trembling now, but I shall be calm
when the time comes. I am to take the documents to the king's closet at
nine o'clock, and am to enter by way of the privy stairs from the river."
"Yes, yes, I know," I answered, and then I told her briefly of the king's
orders.
"You to bring me the papers!" she exclaimed, laughing softly.
"Yes," I answered. "It completes the jest, if it prove to be one. But
tell me, what do you propose to do when you go to the king's closet?"
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