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My mood remained distinctly resentful of any connection between Mrs. Amyot and intellectuality, and I declined to go; but the next day I met Mrs. Amyot in the street. She stopped me reproachfully. She had heard I was in Boston; why had I not come last night? She had been told that I was at her lecture, and it had frightened her yes, really, almost as much as years ago in Hillbridge.
After a long pause, during which the small audience coughed and moved its chairs and showed signs of regretting that it had come, the door opened, and Mrs. Amyot stepped upon the platform. Ah, poor lady! Some one said "Hush!", the coughing and chair-shifting subsided, and she began. It was like looking at one's self early in the morning in a cracked mirror. I had no idea I had grown so old.
The next time I saw her was in New York, when she had become so fashionable that it was a part of the whole duty of woman to be seen at her lectures. The lady who suggested that of course I ought to go and hear Mrs. Amyot, was not very clear about anything except that she was perfectly lovely, and had had a horrid husband, and was doing it to support her boy. They received Mrs.
There is an old translation of Plutarch two hundred years old by Amyot, in twelve or fourteen volumes 12mo. bound in blue maroc. Gibbon tells me that it is a very rare and valuable book, one of the first translations which was in that language, and has infinite merit. The print is not good enough for me, it will come high and I seldom read.
Lancelot had been sent to the best school in the country, and if things went well and people didn't tire of his silly mother he was to go to Harvard afterwards. During the next two or three years Mrs. Amyot kept her flat in New York, and radiated art and literature upon the suburbs.
"Sylla, who had killed so many men, never risked his life but in combats; did your majesty mean in one of those?" "Yes; in one in which I think I recollect he was very near death. Open a Plutarch, cardinal; there should be one there translated by Amyot, and read me the passage where he escaped the javelins of his enemies, thanks to the swiftness of his white horse."
He stepped back as he spoke and put his shoulders against the door. "My dear young gentleman," I said politely, "I shall leave this room exactly when I see fit to do so and that is now. I have already told you that Mrs. Amyot owes me no explanation of her conduct." "But I owe you an explanation of mine you and every one who has bought a single one of her lecture tickets.
"You had no part to play in it, I think?" remarked Mademoiselle de Lewiston from the opposite ranks of Queen Mary's maids. "What are you reading there, madame?" asked Amyot of the Comtesse de Fiesque. "'Amadis de Gaule, by the Seigneur des Essarts, commissary in ordinary to the king's artillery," she replied.
"It seems that Monsieur d'Egmont is given to surprises." "He and the Prince of Orange," remarked Cypierre, with a significant shrug of his shoulders. "The Duke of Alba and Cardinal Granvelle are going there, are they not, monsieur?" said Amyot to the Cardinal de Tournon, who remained standing, gloomy and anxious between the opposing groups after his conversation with the chancellor.
And verily Margaret and Amyot did go, and left me very lonely and sad. It was just beneath the westernmost arch of the nave, there I carved their tomb: I was a long time carving it; I did not think I should be so long at first, and I said, "I shall die when I have finished carving it," thinking that would be a very short time.
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