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Updated: May 14, 2025
Not all poetry, according to Puttenham, is given over to refreshing the mind by the ear's delight. Although the poet is appointed as a pleader of lovely causes in the ear of princely dames, young ladies, gentlewomen, and courtiers, none the less much poetry has a didactic purpose.
Alice Puttenham guessed that her own long-established dislike of him as acquaintance and neighbour was probably returned with interest; that he classed her now as one of "Meynell's lot," and would be only too glad to find himself possessed of any secret information that might, through her, annoy and harass Richard Meynell, her friend and counsellor.
We've got some coffee ready for you." Meynell looked at the speaker in smiling astonishment. "What are you up for at this hour?" "Why shouldn't I be up? Look how lovely it is! I have a friend with me, and I want to introduce you." Miss Puttenham opened her garden gate and drew in the Rector. Behind her among the roses Meynell perceived another lady a girl, with bright reddish hair.
She had at last declared her willingness to go to Paris, and the arrangements were all made. The crisis in her of angry revolt, provoked apparently by the refusal of her guardian to allow her engagement to Stephen, seemed to be over. So that for once Alice Puttenham was free to think and feel for her own life and what concerned it.
"I think you will agree with me, sir, that as Miss Puttenham has made the effort, she should give her evidence as soon as possible, and should give it sitting." A murmur of assent ran round the table. Over the weather-beaten Westmoreland faces had passed a sudden wave of animation. Alice took her seat, and the oath. Meynell sitting opposite to her covered his face with his hands.
Then, with some abruptness, he asked whether Hester had been much seen at the cottage during the preceding week. Mary reported that she had been in and out as usual, and seemed reconciled to the prospect of Paris. "Are you is Miss Puttenham sure that she hasn't still been meeting that man?" Mary turned a startled look upon him. "I thought he had gone away?" "There may be a stratagem in that.
On the farther side of Puttenham the road runs through thick woods of oak and beech, with a tangled undergrowth of fern and bramble. Here they met a patrol of sergeants-at-arms, tall fellows, well-mounted, clad in studded-leather caps and tunics, with lances and swords.
She must be almost an old woman." "Miss Puttenham says she is quite beautiful still, in a wonderful, severe way. I think she never shared Elsmere's opinions?" "Never." The two fell silent, both minds occupied with the same story and the same secret comparisons.
He had brought in by now a variety of small local observations bearing on the relations between the three figures in the drama Hester, Alice Puttenham, Meynell which Stephen must and did often recognize as true and telling.
He hath a band?" "There are several with him." "It sounds a most honorable enterprise," said Nigel. "When the King hath come and gone we will spare a day for the outlaws of Puttenham. I fear there is little chance for us to see them on this journey."
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