“Ay,” said she, as though there was no discrepancy there. “I heard how
the old fool--for he was no young man then--got smitten with her voice
and her beauty, and made such a fuss about her, taking her here and
there in his state coach, and giving great entertainments for her at the
Embassy, where the arms of England were over the door; and I have
been told that the king heard of it, and wrote to Sir Omerod a fearful
letter, asking how he dared so to degrade the escutcheon of the great
nation he represented. Ah, you may smile, sir.” Maitland had, indeed,
smiled alike at her tale, and the energy with which she told it “You
may smile, sir; but it was no matter for laughter, I promise you. His
Majesty called on him to resign, and the great Sir Omerod, who would
n't know his own brother, because he married a minister's daughter, fell
from his high station for the sake of--I will not say any hard words;
but she was not certainly superior in station to myself, and I will make
no other comparison between us.” \
“I suspect you have been greatly misled about all this, madam,” said
Maitland, with a quiet, grave manner. “Sir Omerod--I heard it from my
travelling companion--took his retiring pension and quitted diplomacy
the very day he was entitled to it So far from desiring him to leave, it
is said that the Minister of the day pressed him to remain at his post.
He has the reputation of possessing no mean abilities, and certainly
enjoyed the confidence of the Court to which he was accredited.”
“I never heard so much good of him before; and to tell you the truth,
Mr. Maitland, if you had warned me that you were his friend, I 'd
scarcely have been so eager to make your acquaintance.”
“Remember, my dear madam, all I have been telling you reached myself as
hearsay.”
“Well, well,” said she, sighing. “He's not over-likely to trouble his
head about me, and I don't see why I am to fash myself for him. Are you
minded to stay much longer in this neighborhood, Mr. Maitland?” said
she, to change the topic.
“I fear not, madam. I have overstayed everything here but the kindness
of my hosts. I have affairs which call me abroad, and some two or
three engagements that I have run to the very last hour. Indeed, I will
confess to you, I delayed here to meet your son.”
“To meet Tony, sir?”
“Yes, madam. In my intercourse with the Lyles I have learned to know a
great deal about him; to hear traits of his fine generous nature,
his manly frankness, and his courage. These were the testimonies of
witnesses who differed widely from each other in age and temperament;
and yet they all concurred in saying he was a noble-hearted young
fellow, who richly deserved all the fortune that could befall him.”
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