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Second, the ribbon on my hat doesn't show a single spot, after all the hard shower that we got caught in, that I thought had ruined it. Third, I think I impressed Hawkins as I hoped to, even if I was a bit nervous. Fourth, while my introduction to Madam Chartley was horribly mortifying, all's well that ends well, and she didn't lay it up against me.
"I'd room with a Hottentot for a chance to stay inside the four walls that held the Princess all her school-days. You don't know how much it means to me! You've made me the happiest girl on the face of the globe." "It's a far cry from Ethelinda Hurst to a Hottentot," laughed Madam Chartley.
The sight of the Chartley woods, tall and splendid in the light of the setting sun, and already tinged here and there with the first marks of autumn, brought his indecision to a point; and he realized that he had no plan.
"I knew that there was none for myself," said Antony, "but for those whom " There was a gesture from Tichborne as if he could not bear this, and he went on, "Yea, there is a matter on which I must needs speak to you, sir. The young lady where is she?" he spoke earnestly, and lowering his voice as he bent his head. "She is still at Chartley." "That is well. But, sir, she must be guarded.
The voice jarred again; and startled him into a flash of coherence. He thought he saw a way out. "Well?" snapped the voice. "Sent you?... Sent you whither?" "Sent me to Chartley; where I saw her Grace ... her Grace of the Scots; and ... 'As Thy arms, O Christ...." "Now then; now then ! So your saw her Grace? And what was that for?" "I saw her Grace ... and ... and told her what Mr.
"So, sir," she said, as Richard the elder knelt before her, "you are the father of two brave sons, whom you have bred up to do good service; but I only see one of them here. Where is the elder?" "So please your Majesty, Sir Amias Paulett desired to retain him at Chartley to assist in guarding the Queen of Scots." "It is well. Paulett knows a trusty lad when he sees him.
There was anything but timidity in the grand air with which she gave him her card, saying, "Announce me to Madam Chartley, Hawkins." She was a plump little body, ill adapted to stately airs and graces, but she had been rehearsing this entrance mentally for days, and she swept into the reception room as if she were the daughter of a duke.
"What is it, Francis?" asked Lord Stafford joining her. "Dost see the boy on the cart that has just entered the yard?" "Yes." "What is he, think you?" "My child, he is a carter. What doth make thee so full of interest in him?" "Might it not be that as a carter he would go to Chartley sometimes?" "Gramercy! I see thy meaning. How full of wit thou art!" Francis smiled, much gratified.
Madam Chartley had looked very imposing and dignified as she presided at the lunch-table that noon, with the stately Hawkins behind her chair and the stately portraits looking down from the walls. She looked now as if she might be the original of one of these old portraits herself, as she sat there in the high-backed chair, with the griffins carved on its teakwood frame.
So sang the congregation in the chapel at Chartley, in the strains of Sternhold and Hopkins, while Humfrey Talbot could not forbear from a misgiving whether these falsehoods were entirely on the side to which they were thus liberally attributed.
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