Part 38 (1/2)
”I shall remember what you say, sir, should an opportunity occur,” said the King; ”and I wish his Majesty had many such subjects-I presume our business is now settled?”
”When you shall have been pleased, sir, to give me a trifling sc.r.a.p of writing, to serve for my credentials-for such, you know, is the custom-your written cartel hath its written answer.”
”That, sir, will I presently do,” said Charles, ”and in good time, here are the materials.”
”And, sir,” continued the envoy-”Ah!-ahem!-if you have interest in the household for a cup of sack-I am a man of few words, and am somewhat hoa.r.s.e with much speaking-moreover, a serious business of this kind always makes one thirsty.-Besides, sir, to part with dry lips argues malice, which G.o.d forbid should exist in such an honourable conjuncture.”
”I do not boast much influence in the house, sir,” said the King; ”but if you would have the condescension to accept of this broad piece towards quenching your thirst at the George”-
”Sir,” said the cavalier, (for the times admitted of this strange species of courtesy, nor was Wildrake a man of such peculiar delicacy as keenly to dispute the matter,)-”I am once again beholden to you. But I see not how it consists with my honour to accept of such accommodation, unless you were to accompany and partake?”
”Pardon me, sir,” replied Charles, ”my safety recommends that I remain rather private at present.”
”Enough said,” Wildrake observed; ”poor cavaliers must not stand on ceremony. I see, sir, you understand cutter's law-when one tall fellow has coin, another must not be thirsty. I wish you, sir, a continuance of health and happiness until to-morrow, at the King's Oak, at six o'clock.”
”Farewell, sir,” said the King, and added, as Wildrake went down the stair whistling, ”Hey for cavaliers,” to which air his long rapier, jarring against the steps and banisters, bore no unsuitable burden- ”Farewell, thou too just emblem of the state, to which war, and defeat, and despair, have reduced many a gallant gentleman.”
During the rest of the day, there occurred nothing peculiarly deserving of notice. Alice sedulously avoided showing towards the disguised Prince any degree of estrangement or shyness, which could be discovered by her father, or by any one else. To all appearance, the two young persons continued on the same footing in every respect. Yet she made the gallant himself sensible, that this apparent intimacy was a.s.sumed merely to save appearances, and in no way designed as retracting from the severity with which she had rejected his suit. The sense that this was the case, joined to his injured self-love, and his enmity against a successful rival, induced Charles early to withdraw himself to a solitary walk in the wilderness, where, like Hercules in the Emblem of Cebes, divided betwixt the personifications of Virtue and of Pleasure, he listened alternately to the voice of Wisdom and of pa.s.sionate Folly.
Prudence urged to him the importance of his own life to the future prosecution of the great object in which he had for the present miscarried-the restoration of monarchy in England, the rebuilding of the throne, the regaining the crown of his father, the avenging his death, and restoring to their fortunes and their country the numerous exiles, who were suffering poverty and banishment on account of their attachment to his cause. Pride too, or rather a just and natural sense of dignity, displayed the unworthiness of a Prince descending to actual personal conflict with a subject of any degree, and the ridicule which would be thrown on his memory, should he lose his life for an obscure intrigue by the hand of a private gentleman. What would his sage counsellors, Nicholas and Hyde-what would his kind and wise governor, the Marquis of Hertford, say to such an act of rashness and folly? Would it not be likely to shake the allegiance of the staid and prudent persons of the royalist party, since wherefore should they expose their lives and estates to raise to the government of a kingdom a young man who could not command his own temper? To this was to be added, the consideration that even his success would add double difficulties to his escape, which already seemed sufficiently precarious. If, stopping short of death, he merely had the better of his antagonist, how did he know that he might not seek revenge by delivering up to government the malignant Louis Kerneguy, whose real character could not in that case fail to be discovered?
These considerations strongly recommended to Charles that he should clear himself of the challenge without fighting; and the reservation under which he had accepted it, afforded him some opportunity of doing so.
But Pa.s.sion also had her arguments, which she addressed to a temper rendered irritable by recent distress and mortification. In the first place, if he was a prince, he was also a gentleman, ent.i.tled to resent as such, and obliged to give or claim the satisfaction expected on occasion of differences among gentlemen. With Englishmen, she urged, he could never lose interest by showing himself ready, instead of sheltering himself under his royal birth and pretensions, to come frankly forward and maintain what he had done or said on his own responsibility. In a free nation, it seemed as if he would rather gain than lose in the public estimation by a conduct which could not but seem gallant and generous. Then a character for courage was far more necessary to support his pretensions than any other kind of reputation; and the lying under a challenge, without replying to it, might bring his spirit into question. What would Villiers and Wilmot say of an intrigue, in which he had allowed himself to be shamefully baffled by a country girl, and had failed to revenge himself on his rival? The pasquinades which they would compose, the witty sarcasms which they would circulate on the occasion, would be harder to endure than the grave rebukes of Hertford, Hyde, and Nicholas. This reflection, added to the stings of youthful and awakened courage, at length fixed his resolution, and he returned to Woodstock determined to keep his appointment, come of it what might.
Perhaps there mingled with his resolution a secret belief that such a rencontre would not prove fatal. He was in the flower of his youth, active in all his exercises, and no way inferior to Colonel Everard, as far as the morning's experiment had gone, in that of self-defence. At least, such recollection might pa.s.s through his royal mind, as he hummed to himself a well-known ditty, which he had picked up during his residence in Scotland-
”A man may drink and not be drunk; A man may fight and not be slain; A man may kiss a bonnie la.s.s, And yet be welcome back again.”
Meanwhile the busy and all-directing Dr. Rochecliffe had contrived to intimate to Alice that she must give him a private audience, and she found him by appointment in what was called the study, once filled with ancient books, which, long since converted into cartridges, had made more noise in the world at their final exit, than during the s.p.a.ce which had intervened betwixt that and their first publication. The Doctor seated himself in a high-backed leathern easy-chair, and signed to Alice to fetch a stool and sit down beside him.
”Alice,” said the old man, taking her hand affectionately, ”thou art a good girl, a wise girl, a virtuous girl, one of those whose price is above rubies-not that rubies is the proper translation-but remind me to tell you of that another time. Alice, thou knowest who this Louis Kerneguy is-nay, hesitate not to me-I know every thing-I am well aware of the whole matter. Thou knowest this honoured house holds the Fortunes of England.” Alice was about to answer. ”Nay, speak not, but listen to me, Alice-How does he bear himself towards you?”
Alice coloured with the deepest crimson. ”I am a country-bred girl,” she said, ”and his manners are too courtlike for me.”
”Enough said-I know it all. Alice, he is exposed to a great danger to-morrow, and you must be the happy means to prevent him.”
”I prevent him!-how, and in what manner?” said Alice, in surprise. ”It is my duty, as a subject, to do anything-anything that may become my father's daughter”-
Here she stopped, considerably embarra.s.sed.
”Yes,” continued the Doctor, ”to-morrow he hath made an appointment-an appointment with Markham Everard; the hour and place are set-six in the morning, by the King's Oak. If they meet, one will probably fall.”
”Now, may G.o.d forefend they should meet,” said Alice, turning as suddenly pale as she had previously reddened. ”But harm cannot come of it; Everard will never lift his sword against the King.”
”For that,” said Dr. Rochecliffe, ”I would not warrant. But if that unhappy young gentleman shall have still some reserve of the loyalty which his general conduct entirely disavows, it would not serve us here; for he knows not the King, but considers him merely as a cavalier, from whom he has received injury.”
”Let him know the truth, Doctor Rochecliffe, let him know it instantly,” said Alice; ”he lift hand against the King, a fugitive and defenceless! He is incapable of it. My life on the issue, he becomes most active in his preservation.”
”That is the thought of a maiden, Alice,” answered the Doctor; ”and, as I fear, of a maiden whose wisdom is misled by her affections. It were worse than treason to admit a rebel officer, the friend of the arch-traitor Cromwell, into so great a secret. I dare not answer for such rashness. Hammond was trusted by his father, and you know what came of it.”