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Strafford returned to Moose Island, after his second stay at Cacouna, he had begged Elton, the kind-hearted jailer, to send word to Mrs. Costello if any decided change took place in the prisoner before his return; and as she was known to be his friend and correspondent, this attracted no remark, and was readily promised.
She yielded to them without resistance and without effort, and sank into a long silence, which was broken at last by Mr. Strafford. "I must leave you," he said. "The boat starts in half an hour, and I want to see Mrs. Bellairs for a moment." Mrs. Costello roused herself. "Good-bye, then," she answered. "Dear Mr.
Bellairs, much wondering at her agitation, wished to accompany her home, but she longed to be alone, and sending for a sleigh, she left the jail, and reached home at last with her happy tidings. Mrs. Costello leaned back in her chair, and Mr. Strafford watched her from under the shadow of his hand.
"I beg your pardon," she said, "I ought to have thought;" but still, as she fastened her cloak, she continued to keep her eyes fixed upon the veil of fog which hung between her and the river. Mr. Strafford and Lucia both stopped to say a few words to Sunflower, who was still busy with her cakes, but Mrs. Costello never ceased to look out until she was obliged to follow the others from the house.
'Be the law, Sir, the whole thing gives me a complete turn. Are you to dine with Colonel Strafford to-day? 'I am, Sir, said the major; 'an' it goes again' the colonel's grain to have a party at all just now, with the respect he has for the family up there, and he nodded his head, pensively, toward the Elms. 'But he asked Lowe ten days ago, and Mr.
He and I, Sir, between us, we'd give a good account of this part of the county; and there's plenty of work, Sir, if 'twere only between this and Dublin; and, by George, Sir, he's a wonderful diverting fellow, full of anecdote. Wonderful place London, to be sure. 'And a good man, too, in a quiet way, said Colonel Strafford, who could state a fact.
The King was ruled by favorites; and these favorites were either bigots in religion, like Archbishop Laud, or were tyrannical or unscrupulous in their efforts to sustain the King in despotic measures and crush popular agitations, like the Earl of Strafford, or were men of pleasure and vanity like the Duke of Buckingham. Charles I. was detested by the Puritans even more than his father James.
Lady Charlotte threw herself back in the carriage as they drove off, with a long breath, and the inward reflection, 'So his wife wouldn't come and hear him! Must be a woman with a character, that a Strafford in petticoats! Robert turned up the street to the City, the tall slight figure seeming to shrink together as he walked.
He obeyed, and looked steadily at her, but still with the look of one but half awake. "No," he said slowly. "All lies. Mary is not like you. She has bright eyes, and brown hair, soft and smooth like a bird's wing. I beat her, and she ran away. Go! I want to sleep." Mr. Strafford came forward. "Have you forgotten me, too, Christian?" he asked.
Above all, the definite success which attended the representation of Strafford from the point of view of the more educated and appreciative was quite enough to establish Browning in a certain definite literary position. As a classical and established personality he did not come into his kingdom for years and decades afterwards; not, indeed, until he was near to entering upon the final rest.
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