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They will all prostrate themselves before you, and when you make your state bow to the beauty, Mistress Clorinda for you will see her she will surely give you a dazzling smile." "That I will hope for," answered my lord Duke, smiling himself; but his heart leaped like a live thing in his breast and did not cease its leaping as he mounted the stairway, though he bore himself with outward calm.
"'Tis Mistress Clorinda Wildairs he speaks of," said Sir Christopher Crowell, who stood near, rubicund in crimson, and he said it with an uncourtly wink; "and, ecod! he's right though I am not 'a town man." "He is enamoured of her," he added in proud confidence later when he found himself alone for a moment by his Grace. "The youngsters are all so and men who are riper, too.
"There will be no beauty who will wear another like it; or should there be one, she will not carry it as you will." "But the man the man, Anne," Clorinda laughed again. "What of the man?" Anne plucked up just enough of her poor spirit to raise her eyes to the brilliant ones that mocked at her. "With such gentlemen, sister," she said, "is it like that I have aught to do?"
"Perchance because I am a vain woman and would be worshipped as you worship me." "But you are always worshipped," Anne faltered. "Ay, by men!" said Clorinda, mocking; "but not by women. And it may be that my pride is so high that I must be worshipped by a woman too. You would always love me, sister Anne.
She had never seen him before; he must either be a stranger or a rare visitor. As Clorinda was beyond a woman's height, he was beyond a man's.
"Well, what am all dis muss 'bout?" exclaimed Clorinda, sailing out to the lawn with a broad straw flat overshadowing her like an umbrella. "Well, Caleb, I 'low ebbery ting am pernicious 'bout de party." Caleb, who was ah old fisherman, reared at Cape Cod, and not to be put out of his way easily, occupied plenty of time before he answered.
It is really one of the greatest dramatic pleasures that can be experienced, to hear him recite the Episode of Ugolin, of Francesca da Rimini, the Death of Clorinda, &c. The Senator took the crown of myrtle and laurel which he was to place on the head of Corinne. She removed the shawl which graced her forehead, and all her ebon hair fell in ringlets about her shoulders.
She is modest, gentle, and retiring, as it becomes a woman to be; but she has all the strength of affection proper to a woman. She cannot fight for her people as Clorinda does, but she can offer herself up, and die to serve them.
"I have seen heaven," Clorinda said; "I have stood on the threshold and seen through the part-opened gate and then have been dragged back to hell." Anne clung to her, gazing upwards at her eyes, in sheer despair. "But back to hell I will not go," she went on saying. "Had I not seen Heaven, they might perhaps have dragged me; but now I will not go I will not, that I swear!
"Clorinda, by Gad!" he said, "and crowned with roses! The vixen makes them look as if they were built of rubies in every leaf." And from below she came up the broad stairway, upon her father's arm. Well might their eyes follow her indeed, and well might his own look down upon her, burning.
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