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Both married Englishmen, both died young, leaving us to care for each other. We were like a brother and sister, and always together till I left her to serve Colonel Daventry. The death of the old priest to whom I entrusted her recalled me to Genoa, for I was then her only guardian.
The king, a local tradition says, while sleeping at Daventry was warned, by the apparition of Lord Strafford in a dream, not to measure his strength with the Parliamentary army.
"And now, Daventry, let us go through the main facts of the case, without, of course, telling any professional secrets." And he began to outline the Clarke case, which subsequently made a great sensation in London. It appeared that Mrs. Clarke had come first to him in her difficulty, and had tried hard to persuade him to emerge from his retirement and to lead for her defense.
Daventry sat with them while they breakfasted, and Dion agreed to keep his promise and go to the court. "I told Uncle Biron I must be away from business to hear the summing-up," he said. "I'll send a telegram to the office. Do you think it will be all right for Mrs. Clarke?" "She's innocent, but nobody can say. It depends so much on the summing-up." Dion glanced at Rosamund.
The leafless trees, with their decoration of filigree, suggested the North and its peculiar romance nature trailing away into the mighty white solitudes where the Pole star reigns over fields of ice. "Hyde Park is bringing me illusions to-night," said Daventry. "That water might be the Vistula. If I heard a wolf howling over there near the ranger's lodge, I shouldn't be surprised."
And both these women had condemned Rosamund for what she had done, and had begged him to try to bring about a change in her heart. Both of them, too, had dwelt upon the exceptional quality of Dion's love for his wife. Mrs. Leith had been unable to conceal the bitterness of her feeling against Rosamund. The mother in her way, was outraged. Beatrice Daventry had shown no bitterness.
"Dear old Daventry," the agreeable, and obviously clever, nobody, who was a sure critic of others, and never did anything himself, who blinked at moments with a certain feebleness, and was too fond of the cozy fireside, or the deep arm-chairs of his club, had evidently caught hold of the flying skirts of his self-respect, and was thoroughly enjoying his capture.
His army was about ten thousand strong, and, having reached Daventry in June, halted, while Fairfax, leaving Oxford, marched northward to meet the king, being five miles east of him on June 12. Being weaker than Fairfax, the king determined on retreat, and the movement was started towards Market Harborough, just north of Naseby.
At first he loathed being there; presently, however, he became interested, then almost fascinated by his surroundings and by the drama which was being played slowly out in the midst of them. Daventry, in wig and gown, looked tremendously legal and almost severe in his tense gravity.
One day Daventry, who had evidently been, in silence, debating whether to speak or not, said to him: "Oh, Dion, d'you mind if I use a friend's privilege and say something I very much want to say, but which you mayn't be so keen to hear?" "No, of course not. We can say anything to each other." "Can we? I'm not sure of that now." "What d'you mean?" "Oh, well anyhow, this time I'll venture.
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