The White Lady of Hazelwood: A Tale of the Fourteenth CenturyHolt, Emily Sarah
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The White Lady of Hazelwood: A Tale of the Fourteenth Century
Holt, Emily Sarah
England -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Therein do you act full nobly, Master Altham," said the Archbishop; for
the sum named was a very handsome one for a girl in Mr Altham's station
of life at that time. Only a tradesman very well-to-do could have
afforded to portion his daughter so highly, with an amount equivalent in
the present day to about 80 pounds. "Go to, then: will you suffer me
that I endow my young kinswoman with the like sum, and likewise find her
in an horse for her riding?"
In days when public conveyances of all kinds were totally unknown, a
horse was almost a necessity, and only the very poor were without one at
least. The price of such a horse as would be considered fit for
Amphillis was about thirty shillings or two pounds. The offer of the
Archbishop therefore struck Mr Altham as a most generous one, and his
thanks were profuse accordingly.
"Have you taken any thought for her disposal?" inquired the prelate.
"No, in very deed," replied the worthy patty-maker, with some
hesitation. "There be nigh me divers youths of good conditions, that I
dare be bound should be fain to wed with a maid of good lineage and
decent 'haviour, with a pretty penny in her pocket; but I never brake my
mind to any, and--" here Mr Altham glanced at Regina, and received an
optic telegram across the bobbins--"if your Grace were pleased to think
of any that you had a favour for, I would not in no wise stand in the
way thereto."
"Methinks," said the Archbishop, "under your leave, worthy Master
Altham, my cousin might look somewhat higher. Truly, I mean not to cast
scorn on any good and honest man; we be all sons of Adam: but--in a
word, to speak out straightway, I have one in my mind that I reckon
should not make an ill husband for Amphillis, and this is Sir Godfrey
Foljambe his squire, Master Norman Hylton, that is of birth even with
her, and I believe a full worthy young man, and well bred. If it may
suit with your reckoning, what say you to breaking your mind to him
thereupon, and seeing if he be inclined to entertain the same?"
"My Lord," replied Master Altham, after exchanging another telegram with
his Mentor, "in good sooth, both Phyllis and I are much beholden unto
you, and I will full gladly so do."
"Yet, Master Altham, I would desire you to be satisfied touching this
young man's conditions, ere you do fix your mind upon him. I hear well
of him from all that do know him--indeed, I am myself acquaint with some
of his near kin--with twain of his uncles and a brother--yet I would
fain have you satisfied therewith no less than myself."
Optic telegrams would not answer this time, for Regina's eyes were not
lifted from the lace-cushion. Mr Altham hesitated a moment, murmured a
few words of thanks, and at last came out openly with--"What sayest,
sweetheart?"
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