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Updated: June 14, 2025
They kissed and parted, and Haward, a happy man, went with raised face through the stillness and the moonlight to his lodging at Marot's ordinary. No phantoms of the night disturbed him. He had found the philosopher's stone, had drunk of the divine elixir. Life was at last a thing much to be desired, and the Giver of life was good, and the summum bonum was deathless love.
Haward but a short while; the months are very few since he came from England." The name brought Audrey down to earth again. "Did you not know?" she asked wonderingly. "You also are his friend, you see him often. I thought that at times he would have spoken of me." For a moment her face was troubled, though only for a moment. "But I know why he did not so," she said softly to herself.
"Do you take it at my hands?" asked the other proudly. "Just now you reminded me that I was your servant. But find me a sword" Haward went to a carved chest; drew from it two rapiers, measured the blades, and laid one upon the table. MacLean took it up, and slowly passed the gleaming steel between his fingers.
A moment's pause, a low cry, and she moved backward to the wall, where she stood with her slender form sharply drawn against the white plaster, and with the fugitive, elusive charm of her face quickened into absolute beauty, imperious for attention. Haward, thus ushered into the room, gave the face its due. His eyes, bright and fixed, were for it alone.
They would call you mad; they would give you cap and bells; they would say, 'Does he think that he can make her one of us? her that we turned and looked long upon in Bruton church, when the preacher called her by a right name'" "Child, for God's sake!" cried Haward. "There is the lady, too, the lady who left us here together!
A wonderful smile, so bright was it, and withal so sad, came into her face. "Westover!" she said to herself. "That is where the princess lives." "We will let thought alone," continued Haward. "It suits not with this charmed light, this glamour of the summer." He made a laughing gesture. "Hey, presto! little maid, there go the years rolling back!
In the mean time there was the night to be gotten through. MacLean, he remembered, was coming to the great house. What with wine and cards, thought might for a time be pushed out of doors. Juba, setting candles upon a table in Haward's bedroom, chanced to spill melted wax upon his master's hand, outstretched on the board. "Damn you!" cried Haward, moved by sudden and uncontrollable irritation.
Before one of the benches a man was kneeling with his back to Haward, who could only see that his garb was that of a servant, and that his hands were busily moving certain small objects this way and that upon the board. At the edge of the space of bare earth were a horse-block and a hitching-post. Haward rode up to them, dismounted, and fastened his horse, then walked over to the man at the bench.
Then I heard two voices: the schoolmaster and Jean Hugon were inside close to me talking. I would have run away, but I heard Mr. Haward's name." Her hand went to her heart, and she drew a sobbing breath. "Well!" cried MacLean sharply. "Mr. Haward went yesterday to Williamsburgh alone without Juba. He rides back alone to Fair View late this afternoon he is riding now.
The gentlemen of these parts value him highly as an instructor of youth. No need to send their sons to college if they've been with him for a year or two! My good Deborah, Mr. Haward will ride with us toward Fair View." Mistress Deborah curtsied; then chided Audrey for not minding her manners, but standing like a stock or stone, with her thoughts a thousand miles away. "Let her be," said Haward.
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