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In 1678 Robert Stuard, of Norwalk, "ingages yt his son James shall beate the Drumb, on the Sabbath and other ocations," and in Norwalk the "drumb," the "drumne," the "drumme," and at last the drum was beaten until 1704, when the Church got a bell.
Such were my thoughts when Stuard came to thank me, begging me to come and see his wife and try and persuade her to behave in a different manner. "She will give me no answers, and you know that that sort of thing is rather tedious." "Come, she knows what you have done for her; she will talk to you, for her feelings . . . ."
I was having my supper when Stuard and his wife went to their room.
Melham, Mr. Stuard, Mr. Linch, Mr. Boddie, Interpreter; Mr. Parker, Mr. Shere, Mr. Moore, Chaplain; The Steward; Captain Ferrer, Gentleman of the Horse; Mr. William Ferrer, Mr. Gateley, Clergyman; Mr. Gibbs, Mr. Boreman, Clerk of the Kitchen; Mr. Lond, Mr. Veleam, Mr. Mallard; Mr. Richard Jarald, Mr.
Farewell." I went back to my room, and in course of time Stuard came to thank me. "Sir," said I, "let me alone; I wish to hear no more about your wife." They went away the next day for Lyons, and my readers will hear of them again at Liege. In the afternoon Dolci took me to his garden that I might see the gardener's sister. She was pretty, but not so pretty as he was.
I had them taken home in my carriage, and slept till ten o'clock next morning. Just as I was going out for a walk Stuard came to my room and told me, with an air of despair, that if I did not give him the means of going away before I left he would throw himself in the Rhine. "That's rather tragic," said I, "but I can find a cure.
I condemned to darkness these charms which this monster of a woman only wished me to enjoy that I might be debased. Stuard was long enough gone. When he came back with the water-bottle full, he was no doubt surprised to find me perfectly calm, and in no disorder of any kind, and a few minutes afterwards I went out to cool myself by the banks of the Rhone.
Be cheerful, then, and you will do something to deserve your beauty." The worthy Dolci was kindled by my enthusiasm. He threw himself upon me, and kissed me again and again; the fool Stuard laughed; and his wife, who possibly thought me mad, did not evince the slightest emotion.
I went to bed myself, and the sobs and muttering did not die away till midnight. I was shaving next morning, when Le Duc announced the Chevalier Stuard. "Say I don't know anybody of that name." He executed my orders, and returned saying that the chevalier on hearing my refusal to see him had stamped with rage, gone into his chamber, and come out again with his sword beside him.
As for the self-styled Chevalier Stuard, I did not trouble my head whether he were her husband or her lover. He was young, commonplace-looking, he spoke affectedly; his manners were not good, and his conversation betrayed both ignorance and stupidity.
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