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This magnificent abbey had been endowed by Robert D'Oyley, nephew of the Norman Conqueror, mentioned in another of our Chronicles . It was situated on an island, formed by various branches of the Isis, in the western suburbs of the city, and extended as far as from the present Oseney Mill to St. Thomas' Church.
"Mademoiselle D'Oyley has been persecuted for some time by the suit of a man for whom I know you, Monsieur, have no respect: a man whom no Frenchwoman of family should be forced to marry." "Who is it?" I said curtly. "M. Pimentel." "Ah! And the Queen?" "Has made his suit her own.
I asked him then what all this ferment was about. "Has Mademoiselle D'Oyley disappeared?" I said, peevishly. "Yes, your excellency. She was with the Queen at eight o'clock. At noon her Majesty desired her services, and she was not to be found." "What?" I exclaimed. "A maid of honour is missing for three hours in the morning, and there is all this travelling!
Stafford, who was great in county history, I hunted up in the Museum library all I could discover about our new possession. The Chantry of St. Cecily at Earlscombe, in Somersetshire, had, it appeared, been founded and endowed by Dame Isabel d'Oyley, in the year of grace 1434, that constant prayers might be offered for the souls of her husband and son, slain in the French wars.
The King stared at me. "Nonsense!" he said, sharply. "If Pimentel has carried off anyone, it must be Mademoiselle D'Oyley." "But it is not, sire," I answered with persistence. "He has broken into my house, and abducted my servant. For Mademoiselle, she is not there to be stolen." "Let some one go for Pimentel," the King said curtly.
Make a batter of three eggs, a pint of milk and a pint bowl of wheat flour or more, beat it light; put a tablespoonful of lard or beef fat in a frying or omelet pan, add a saltspoonful of salt, making it boiling hot, put in the batter by the large spoonful, not too close; when one side is a delicate brown, turn the other; when done, take them on to a dish with a d'oyley over it; put a dessertspoonful of firm jelly or jam on each and serve.
I had not more than begun my meal, however, when I was called from table by a messenger from the Queen. "What is it?" I said, when I had gone to him. Had he come from the King, I could have understood it more easily. "Her Majesty desires to know, your excellency, whether you have seen anything of Mademoiselle D'Oyley." "Yes, M. le Duc." "No, certainly not. How should I?" I replied.
There should be at least three glasses placed before each guest, one of which must be of coloured glass, and water-tumblers here and there at hand. To each, also, a dessert-plate, a knife, fork, nut-crackers, and d'Oyley; the decanters of such wines as the host chooses to bring forth, on their proper stands; and salt-cellars, and sugar-vases with perforated ladles, must also be on the table.
Cambridge burned not long since. Here follows an account of Oxford and Cambridge castles, and the legend of the building of Osney Abbey by Robert and Edith D'Oyley.
"English Men of Letters" series. To F. C. Burnand, Esq., Peebles, N.B. SIR: The jokes which you forwarded to Punch on Monday last are so good that we used them three years ago. Yours faithfully, J. MOGGRIDGE, Ed. Punch. To Mr. D'Oyley Carte, Cross Stone Buildings, Westminster Bridge Road. DEAR SIR: The comic opera by your friends Messrs.
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