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Updated: June 11, 2025
The artless avowal of her affection had been justified, had been honored, by the words which laid my heart at her feet when I said "I love you." She had risen to leave me. In a last look, we had silently resigned ourselves to wait, apart from each other, for the day of reckoning that must follow Rothsay's return, when we heard the sound of carriage-wheels on the drive that led to the house.
I see but one cause of comfort in the matter, and that is, that Sir John Ramorny having received his dismissal from the Duke of Rothsay's family, it cannot be said that he or any of his people who may have done this bloody deed if it has truly been done by them have been encouraged or hounded out upon such an errand by my poor boy.
The persons who were in the boat caught up the tidings, and, concluding a reconciliation was about to take place betwixt the royal couple, exhorted Louise to profit by her good fortune, and add herself to the Duchess of Rothsay's train. Several offered her some acknowledgment for the exercise of her talents.
"I am beholden to you, father," said Catharine; "but all this, and the Duke of Rothsay's own language to me, only show that the Prince is a profligate young man, who will scruple no extremities which may promise to gratify an idle passion, at whatever expense to its object.
"Wherefore from your posts? Why have you left the barbican, Eviot? And you other fellow, did I not charge you to look to the mangonels?" "We have something to tell you, Sir John Ramorny," answered Eviot. "We will not fight in this quarrel." "How my own squires control me?" exclaimed Ramorny. "We were your squires and pages, my lord, while you were master of the Duke of Rothsay's household.
Lord Rothsay's hair was white, although his pale face was still young and his mustache was as black as his bold and brilliant eyes. Enveloped in a long dressing-gown, he advanced with difficulty, supported on the shoulders of the two servants. "Here is the brave Rothsay who has as many wounds as hairs in his mustache," cried Lord Dudley.
I was wholly unable to hide from her the sudden change of color which betrayed the horror that had overpowered me. She said, anxiously: "What has frightened you?" I don't think I heard her. The play was in my memory again the fatal play, which had wound itself into the texture of Rothsay's life and mine.
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