Traitor or patriot? : $b A tale of the Rye-House PlotRowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
History
Traitor or patriot? : $b A tale of the Rye-House Plot
Rowsell, Mary C. (Mary Catherine)
Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Rye House Plot, 1683 -- Fiction
"The son of my good old friend and comrade!" and now tears glistened
up into the eyes. "The loyalest heart that ever beat," he went on,
seizing the hand of Lawrence. "We fought side by side on Worcester
Field; and he was struck down. Heaven does so often take the best
early back to itself. Well, well, he died worthily--as a man may be
proud to die--for King and Country. You look your father's son," he
went on, scanning the young man keenly; "every inch of you. But I
must not detain you now; and Mr. Flippet here is, I can see, dying to
acquit himself of his little obligation. So fare you well, Master
Lee, till you favour me with your company at supper to-night. Nay,
come, come; but I'll take no denial. Don't forget the 'Silver
Leopard.' Anybody will direct you. I'm well known. Your servant,
my lord," he went on, acknowledging the salutation of a gaily-dressed
gallant, who thereupon linked his arm familiarly into that of
Alworth, and led him away engaged in earnest conversation.
[Sidenote: The power of the purse.]
"Ay, there they go," muttered Flippet; "hand-in-glove, of course,
like he is with 'em all. That's what it is to have your pockets well
lined," continued Flippet, thrusting his hands into his own
highly-decorated, but, thanks to the past night's little amusements,
absolutely empty ones.
"A wealthy man?" said Lawrence.
"That's not the word for it," enviously replied Flippet. "No
courtier? No. I'll warrant Richard Alworth, the goldsmith, wouldn't
change his mouse-coloured broadcloth for all their fine feathers.
But he's a good sort I don't say anything against him. Leastways he
would be a good sort if he wasn't such a confounded, pig-headed,
obstinate old--"
[Sidenote: Stopped in time.]
"Come, Mr. Flippet, when you're ready," interrupted Lee.
CHAPTER XXI.
"A FRIEND INDEED."
Passing beneath the archway, where Lawrence Lee delivered Stars and
Garters into the charge of a groom, who advanced to receive her in
obedience to a lofty gesture from Mr. Flippet, the two crossed the
courtyard, which was handsomely paved with octagon-shaped black and
white marble flags, and decorated with orange-trees set in huge
painted china tubs, and statuary emblematic of the amusement which
the king came hither to pursue.
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