Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“This is intolerable,” muttered Albert; “I must out to speak with
Joceline without delay—Louis,” (with an imploring look to Kerneguy,)
“you will surely come with me?”
“I would with all my heart,” said Kerneguy, smiling maliciously; “but
you see how I suffer still from lameness.—Nay, nay, Albert,” he
whispered, resisting young Lee’s attempt to prevail on him to leave the
room, “can you suppose I am fool enough to be hurt by this?—on the
contrary, I have a desire of profiting by it.”
“May God grant it!” said Lee to himself, as he left the room—“it will
be the first lecture you ever profited by; and the devil confound the
plots and plotters who made me bring you to this place!” So saying, he
carried his discontent forth into the Park.
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD.
For there, they say, he daily doth frequent
With unrestrained loose companions;
While he, young, wanton, and effeminate boy,
Takes on the point of honour, to support
So dissolute a crew.
RICHARD II.
The conversation which Albert had in vain endeavoured to interrupt,
flowed on in the same course after he had left the room. It entertained
Louis Kerneguy; for personal vanity, or an over-sensitiveness to
deserved reproof, were not among the faults of his character, and were
indeed incompatible with an understanding, which, combined with more
strength of principle, steadiness of exertion, and self-denial, might
have placed Charles high on the list of English monarchs. On the other
hand, Sir Henry listened with natural delight to the noble sentiments
uttered by a being so beloved as his daughter. His own parts were
rather steady than brilliant; and he had that species of imagination
which is not easily excited without the action of another, as the
electrical globe only scintillates when rubbed against its cushion. He
was well pleased, therefore, when Kerneguy pursued the conversation, by
observing that Mistress Alice Lee had not explained how the same good
fairy that conferred moral qualities, could not also remove corporeal
blemishes.
“You mistake, sir,” said Alice. “I confer nothing. I do but attempt to
paint our King such as I _hope_ he is—such as I am sure he _may_ be,
should he himself desire to be so. The same general report which speaks
of his countenance as unprepossessing, describes his talents as being
of the first order. He has, therefore, the means of arriving at
excellence, should he cultivate them sedulously and employ them
usefully—should he rule his passions and be guided by his
understanding. Every good man cannot be wise; but it is in the power of
every wise man, if he pleases, to be as eminent for virtue as for
talent.”
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