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An old friend of Mr. Darnley's had recently bought a house at Rochester, and that gentleman and his sister were invited to pass a few days there, and as Emily grew rather too big for the nurse's management Mrs. Collier resolved to make her of the party, leaving Sophia, Amanda, and Eliza under that good woman's protection. It was Mr.
"I wish you were," said Nick. This took Mr. Darnley's breath. He glanced at the other gentlemen, who returned his look significantly. He laid his hand kindly on the lad's head. "Nick," said he, "I wish to God I were your father." After that they all went home, very merry, to breakfast, Nick and I coming after them. Nick was silent until we reached the house.
"I wish you were," said Nick. This took Mr. Darnley's breath. He glanced at the other gentlemen, who returned his look significantly. He laid his hand kindly on the lad's head. "Nick," said he, "I wish to God I were your father." After that they all went home, very merry, to breakfast, Nick and I coming after them. Nick was silent until we reached the house.
Julian Avenel walked the apartment for a short time in sullen silence, and despatching one of his attendants with a whispered message, which probably related to the health of the unfortunate Catherine, he said aloud, "These rash and meddling priests By Heaven! they make us worse than we would be without them." He was a friend and confidant of Bothwell, and an agent in Henry Darnley's murder.
With them Sir James Balfour, deep in the secrets of Darnley's death, was exiled; he opened a correspondence with Mary, and presently procured for her "a contented revenge" on Morton. Two new characters in the long intrigue of vengeance now come on the scene. Both were Stewarts, and as such were concerned in the feud against the Hamiltons.
Those questing eyes went round the table, settled upon Rizzio, and seemed horribly to smile. Startled, disquieted by this apparition, the Queen half rose, Darnley's hindering arm still flung about her waist. "What's this?" she cried, her voice sharp. And then, as if she guessed intuitively what it might portend, she considered her husband with pale-faced contempt.
But Ruthven came back, paler than at first, and at Darnley's inquiry if Rizzio were dead, he nodded in the affirmative; then, as he could not bear further fatigue in his convalescent state, he sat down, although the queen, whom Darnley had at last released, remained standing on the same spot. At this Mary could not contain herself.
And no doubt he had become aware of the dissensions in that royal house, of Darnley's ingratitude and folly and the Queen's impatience, before he escaped from all the talk and endless gossip to the quiet of his college.
At this time the Castle of Edinburgh was held in the Queen's interest by Kirkcaldy of Grange, who seems to have been won over by the guile of Lethington. That politician needed a shelter from the danger of the Lennox feud, and the charge of having been guilty of Darnley's murder.
At this moment Philip of Spain, the French envoy to Scotland, and the French Court had no faith in her innocence of Darnley's death; and the Pope said "he knew not which of these ladies were the better" Mary or Elizabeth.
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