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The former held an ewer and basin of silver-gilt, much grander articles than Amphillis had ever seen, except in the goldsmith's shop. In front of the curtain was a bench with green silk cushions, and two small tables, on one of which lay some needlework; and by it, in another yellow satin chair, sat the solitary inhabitant of the chamber, a lady who appeared to be about sixty years of age.
And now, I think you lack rest, and have had converse enough. I will see you again ere I depart. Benedicite!" "Whose fancy was his only oracle; Who could buy lands and pleasure at his will, Yet slighted that which silver could not win." Rev Horatius Bonar, D.D. The Archbishop rapped softly on the door of the chamber, and Amphillis sprang to let him out.
"Ay, Uncle," said Amphillis, with a smile; "this is my Lord elect of York, and he is pleased to say that my father was his kinsman." "And if it serve you, Master Altham," added the Archbishop, "I would fain have a privy word with you touching this my cousin." Mr Altham's reply was two-fold. "Saints worshipped might they be!" was meant in answer to Amphillis.
Her instinct was rather that of the wounded hart, to plunge into the deepest covert, away from every eye but the Omniscient. Mr and Mrs Altham had pursued their journey without any further communication to Amphillis. It was Lady Foljambe's prerogative to make this; indeed, a very humble apology had to be made to her for taking the matter in any respect out of her hands.
"Then thou art concerned to please God in everything. Or is it rather, that thou art willing to please God in such matters as shall not displease Amphillis Neville?" Amphillis folded up sundry new and not altogether agreeable thoughts in the garments which she was taking off and laying in neat order on the top of her chest for the morning. Perrote waited for the answer.
Well I wot that Mistress Amphillis were fortune in herself to him that is so lucky as to win her; but in good sooth, no such thing is there as luck, and I should say, that hath so much favour of.
Even this was given only at the earnest pleading of Perrote and Amphillis, who knew, as indeed did Lady Foljambe herself, that to turn a girl out of doors in this summary manner was to expose her to frightful dangers in the fourteenth century. Poor Ricarda was quite broken down, and so far forgot her threats as to come to Amphillis for help and comfort.
Before she answered, a shadow fell between her and the light; and Amphillis looked up into the kindly face of Archbishop Neville. The Archbishop had delayed his further journey for the sake of the dying Countess, whom he wished to see again, especially if his influence could induce her son to come to her. He now addressed himself to Mr Altham. "Master Altham, as I guess?" he asked, pleasantly.
God be wi' thee! if I may take God's name into my lips; but, peradventure, He'll be as angry as my Lady." "I suppose He is alway angered at sin," said Amphillis. "But, Rica, the worst sinner that ever lived may take God's name into his lips to say, `God, forgive me! And we must all alike say that.
Ay, but I marvel in what manner of coin God our Father shall pay him!" "But wherefore doth he so?" cried Amphillis. "She was in his way," replied Perrote, in a tone of constrained bitterness. "He could not have all his will for her.
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