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Drayton; "I cannot do much for my fellow men in active mission-work. But I give my prayers." However, neither Mrs. Drayton's prayers nor Mrs. Lavendar's sermons, the Captain smoked every moment, the ashes of his pipe or cigar falling unheeded on a vast and wrinkled expanse of waistcoat. No; he was not a romantic object.
William King said, firmly, that she called it murder, to intrust a child to Miss Lydia Sampson. "She'll hold it upside down and never know the difference," said Mrs. King; and then, like everybody else, she asked Mrs. Drayton's question "Whose baby is it?"
The feats performed by Arthur at the battle of Badon Mount are thus celebrated in Drayton's verse: "They sung how he himself at Badon bore, that day, When at the glorious goal his British sceptre lay; Two daies together how the battel stronglie stood; Pendragon's worthie son, who waded there in blood, Three hundred Saxons slew with his owne valiant hand." Song IV.
"Drayton's a bit of a rotter," Michael said, "not to see you through." "How can he when he feels like that about it?" "As if we didn't feel!" Three hundred and thirty women and twenty men waited in the Banquet Hall to receive the prisoners. The high galleries were festooned with the red, white and blue of the Women's Franchise Union, and hung with flags and blazoned banners.
The idea of removing Michael was Anthony's own inspiration. Drayton's advice was that he should give Nicky his choice between Oxford and Germany, the big School of Forestry at Aschaffenburg. If he chose Germany, he would be well grounded; he could specialize and travel afterwards. "Now that's all over," Anthony said, "you two had better come and have tea with me somewhere."
But tears were running down Drayton's face, and Clifford's own countenance softened as he saw it. Once before Peggy had heard strong men weep. Then it had been over the defection of a brilliant soldier; now they wept that a fresh young life must be given in reprisal. Once, twice, General Hazen had tried to speak.
The latter is a riddle of words; the former an enigma of thoughts. The one reminds me of an odd passage in Drayton's IDEAS As other men, so I myself do muse, Why in this sort I wrest invention so; And why these giddy metaphors I use, Leaving the path the greater part do go; I will resolve you: I am lunatic! O how my mind Is gravell'd! Not a thought, That I can find, But's ravell'd All to nought!
For every one of them was the faith of something undefined, yet infinitely precious, to be born of all the mysterious influences in that new land to which all eyes turned, and old Michael Drayton's ringing ode on their departure held also a prophecy: "In kenning of the shore, Thanks to God first given, O you, the happiest men, Be frolic then; Let cannons roar, Frighting the wide heaven.
His persistent image in her memory tortured her. It was an illusion that prolonged her sense of his material presence, urging it towards a contact that was never reached. Death had no power over this illusion. She could not see Drayton's face, dead among the dead. Obsessed by her illusion she had lost her hold on the reality that they had seen and felt together.
Clifford's belligerent attitude had relaxed slightly at his sister's declaration. John Drayton's glance alone met hers with understanding. "I believe thee, lass," cried Mr. Owen heartily. "Robert here would have it that thee knew naught of the matter. Thee understands that 'twas my duty to probe the affair." "Why, it's all right, Cousin David," she returned sweetly.
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