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Constance listened eagerly the next morning, as she sat 'neath her maid's hands, to every detail of the evening's adventure; but her disappointment at such mischance was greatly allayed by the unexpected presence of Sir Julian Pomphrey. He was second only to Lord Cedric in her affections.
Sir Julian Pomphrey I like the name!" "It is one of the best names in England. I shall be very glad to see him, and hope he will come soon. When he gets word his Grace is so ill, he will probably come as fast as the ship and post-horses can travel. He is at present a special emissary to France.
I have honoured and loved and pampered her every whim; I have coerced and threatened, all to no avail; indeed, I have gone mad for very effort to please." "Hast thou tried cold indifference and haughtiness? It oft haps that a maid is won by a lofty and arrogant mien." Sir Julian Pomphrey glanced askance at Mistress Penwick, who lay with her face buried upon Janet's ample bosom.
As she approached the door, it was flung wide by a figure that startled her, so like was it to Lord Cedric's, but the light fell aslant his countenance and as she swept by saw 'twas Sir Julian Pomphrey. A chaise stood some little distance from the cloister, into which Katherine was placed with great courtesy by his Grace of Buckingham.
Sir Julian Pomphrey dressed as a gentleman of France in riding apparel; his overhanging top-boots displaying a leg of strength and fine proportions; the curls of his periwig sweeping his broad shoulders; his hands, half-hid by rare lace, gleaming white and be-jewelled; a mustachio so flattened with pomade it lay like a black line over his parted lips, through which shone strong white teeth, was veritably a man of noble character and distinction.
Constance passed unnoticed by him from the room, and being well-worn by her long ride, also went above stair, where she tumbled upon her bed in tears, most unlike Katherine who was rubbed and swathed in blankets by the faithful Janet. Sir Julian Pomphrey had sent to the castle and procured conveyance and Ellswold's physicians for the young lord, who lay very white and weak at the monastery.
Nor was he long in discovering that their feelings were already changed toward Ellswold, for they saw 'twas unpopular to be striving against the King's desires, and against a nobleman who would be very powerful when he should regain his fortunes. The Count wrote to Pomphrey, saying he wished to speak face to face with him.
"He bids fair to pass a comfortable night, 'tis too bad his physicians cannot arrive before the day after the morrow. They have also sent for Sir Julian Pomphrey a favourite of the duke and an intimate and college fellow of Lord Cedric. Sir Julian is a most wonderful man.
Pomphrey saw her plight, and, whether from pity, gallantry, or intrigue, lifted her quickly before she had time to withdraw from him into a coach. Cedric remonstrated with him; but Julian was confident of his motive and started the coach at full speed. They flew along in the opposite direction from whence came the King.
"Come, see, Father; 'tis the prettiest picture here, and there are no flowers 'neath it." "What, no flowers?" and Father Pomphrey looked down in feigned surprise.
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