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Sir Blaise, still turkey-red, managed to gulp down his choler sufficiently to utter some syllables. "I am that knight," he gasped; then, turning to Brilliana, he whispered behind his hand, "Mark now how this bear will climb down." Brilliana, watching Evander, was not confident of apologies.
When they had obeyed he looked again towards Brilliana, and there was a smile on his tired face, a smile partly whimsical, partly pitying, as if encouraging to an adventure yet doubtful of the result. Then he gave her a gracious salutation, and, without further notice of Evander Cloud, passed into the adjoining room and left the lovers alone.
The grave, sweet voice sounded on her ears as the knell of hope. But she faced him again with a useless, questioning glance. "Why talk of what cannot be?" Evander asked, sadly. Brilliana denied him feverishly. "What can be what must be!" she cried. "The King has promised." "I am a soldier of the Parliament," Evander asserted. "I cannot abandon my cause."
He looked fixedly at Brilliana and declaimed, "I did hear you speak, far above singing." Then his chin dropped; his head fell back on the supporting arms. Evander touched him, turned to Brilliana. "Alas! he's sped." The only sound in the silent room was the weeping of Brilliana in Evander's arms. Master Marfleet in his "Diurnal" hides in his prolixities some particulars interesting to us.
"I must not say much," Brilliana protested, "no more than this, that in this enterprise, if you but achieve it, you will win great credit with the King at no cost to yourself, you spoil a rival, and but this is very private you will give great pleasure to that same nameless lady." Master Peter shouted, "Why, then, all's well. I will pick him as clean as a whistle." Again caution overcrowded cheer.
Rufus stared at her as if she had lost her wits. "Why, what can you do?" he asked, astonished. Brilliana answered with a glance of profound wisdom. "I think I know a way," and she nodded her head sagely. Then she turned and moved a little space across the hall in the direction of that window-seat where Evander sat ensconced.
"And if?" Charles echoed, his fine, irresolute face neither smiling nor frowning. "Finish your sentence, lady." "And if I had not heard that your Majesty was a very perfect, true lover," Brilliana went on. "Your Majesty's love for the gracious lady now in France is the admiration of your subjects." A faint color glowed on the King's pale cheeks.
"We are no prison " But they got no further, for Garlinge and Clupp silenced them by clapping huge hands over their gaping mouths. Brilliana gave a little sigh of relief at the welcome quiet. "Now, Sir Blaise," she asked, "why are these gentlemen here?"
"To listen to Dame Satchell, one would think that no man had ever seen a horse or known one dish from another before this." Brilliana gave her handmaid a glance of something near akin to displeasure. "I think you all talk and think too much of the gentleman. I see little to praise in him save a certain coolness in peril. Let us have no more of him.
She knew there was some manner of mystification forward and yearned for the key to it. "He chafes in the music-chamber." "Send him here top-speed," Brilliana commanded. With a whisk of flying skirts Tiffany scuttered back to the house, and Brilliana turned to Halfman, the laughter in her eyes seeking and finding the laughter in his. "Well," she said, "our angling prospers blithely.
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