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"Custance, thou mayest better take this matter more meekly," observed Isabel with quiet propriety, very different from her cousin's tone and mien of frenzied passion. "I have told thee truth, and no lie. What should it serve? The priest is excommunicate, and my Lord of Kent shall wed the Lady Lucy, and the King will have thine hand thereto, ere thou come forth."
"But not, I ensure me, the Lady Custance!" objected Maude, loth to surrender her Fairy Queen. "Wait awhile and see!" was the ominous answer. "Methought she were sweet and fair as my Lady her mother," said Maude in a disappointed tone. "`Sweet and fair'! and soft, is my Lady Countess. Why, child, she should hardly say this kirtle were red, an' Dame Joan told her it were green.
The little Alianora was asleep in her cradle, and on the bed lay her mother, not asleep, but as still and silent as though she were. Near the cradle, on a settle, sat Maude Lyngern, trying with rather doubtful success to read by the flickering light. Custance had not quitted her bed during all that time. She never spoke but to express a want or reply to a question.
"Well, fair Cousin! what cheer?" was Isabel's greeting, when she presented herself anew. "Thus much," replied Custance; "that, leave given, I will go with thee to London." "Well said!" was the answer, in a tone which intimated that it was more than Isabel expected. "But mark me, Isabel! "Oh ay! well and good." "And for thus much yielding, I demand to have again the keeping of my childre."
"Said I not that I so would?" "But didst thou?" she repeated, noting the evasion. "I did so." In saying which, Edward told a deliberate falsehood. "And when will he be at Cardiff?" "When the wind bloweth him thither," said the Duke drily. "Now, Ned!" "Nay, Custance what know I more than thou? The winds be no squires of mine." "But he will come with speed?" "No doubt." "Sent he no word unto me?"
Quirk, you and Kathleen, and I." She knew that Custance was sketching a seascape not far from that spot. "Why not?" asked Mrs. Quirk. "What more should we want? You and Kathleen are all I need with Denis to come to tea, if he has the time." "Sorry to disappoint you," said Denis Quirk, "but I must be at the office all day.
But the King was not present: and there were several peers absent, in attendance on His Majesty; among them the Duke of York, the Earl of Cambridge, and the Earl of Kent. The House had met to try a prisoner: and the prisoner was solemnly summoned by a herald's voice to the bar. "Custance of Langley, Baroness of Cardiff!"
Custance is not a woman, merely a psychological problem to me. She cares for only one person herself, and that self she regards as a celestial body around which all other lesser bodies should revolve. To attain this necessary consummation she adopts a chameleon character, altering herself to suit all who approach her.
Custance turned towards her with a quick start, for, like other artists, he had nerves that were peculiarly sensitive and reacted acutely to impressions. Seeing that the questioner was a beautiful girl, he regarded her with a kindly smile. "Forgive my rudeness," said Sylvia, "the question was almost involuntary." "The question is not yet completed. How do I contrive ?" he asked.
We await your answer." It was not in words that the answer came at first. Only in an exceeding bitter cry "As of a wild thing taken in a trap, Which sees the trapper coming through the wood." Custance saw now the full depth of misery to which she was doomed. The utmost concession hitherto wrung from her was that she would go to London and confront the King.
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