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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Gold heaped upon gold, and emeralds green, And diamonds and rubies, and sapphires untold, Rewarded the courage of Walter the Bold." The fortunate youth became a very great personage, indeed, as by means of his great riches he was "lord of a hundred castles" and wide domains. Of a very different character is the story of the Hermit of Warkworth.
The lamp over Lady Henry's door was already in sight when Sir Wilfrid, after some talk of the Montresors, with whom he was going to dine that night, carelessly said: "That's a very good-looking fellow, that Captain Warkworth, whom I saw with Lady Henry last night." "Ah, yes. Lady Henry has made great friends with him," said Mademoiselle Julie, readily.
Jacob had understood that Madame Bornier and the little girl had gone straight to Bruges. The Duchess looked down and then looked up. "Did did you come across Major Warkworth?" "Yes, I saw him for a moment in the Rue de la Paix, He was starting for Rome." The Duchess turned away as though ashamed of her question, and gave her orders for the carriage.
Between them, around them hovered thoughts of the past of Warkworth, of the gray Channel waves, of the spiritual relation which had grown up between them in Switzerland, mingled with the consciousness of this new, incalculable present, and of the growth and change in themselves. "You'd give it all up?" said Delafield, gently, still holding her at arm's-length.
"These Englishwomen overdo their jewels," he thought, with distaste. "But they overdo everything. That is a handsome fellow, by-the-way, who was with la petite fée when we arrived." And his shrewd, small eyes travelled from Warkworth to the Duchess, his mind the while instinctively assuming some hidden relation between them. Meanwhile, Montresor was elaborately informing himself as to Lady Henry.
Yet the results of this memorable evening upon Julie Le Breton were ultimately such as few could have foreseen. When Warkworth had left her, she went to her own room and sat for a long while beside the window, gazing at the dark shrubberies of the Cureton House garden, at the few twinkling, distant lights.
I shall be alone! That's all a woman knows." Her voice died away. Warkworth rose. He put his arms round her, and she did not resist. "Julie," he said in her ear, "why should you be alone?" A silence fell between them. "I I don't understand," she said, at last. "Julie, listen! I shall be three days in Paris, but my business can be perfectly done in one. What if you met me there after to-morrow?
The main street of Warkworth leads straight up to the postern gate of the castle, and many stirring sights have the successive inhabitants of the little village looked upon, as the fortunes of the owners of the castle waxed and waned throughout the many centuries in which the lords of Warkworth played a notable part in the history of England.
Julie saw that Montresor and Captain Warkworth were together by the fireplace, that the young man with his hands held out to the blaze and his back to her was talking eagerly, while Montresor, looking outward into the room, his great black head bent a little towards his companion, was putting sharp little questions from time to time, with as few words as might be.
No doubt it had been mingled in her, especially since her settlement in Lady Henry's house, with the more English idea of "falling in love" the idea which puts personal choice first in marriage, and makes the matter of dowry subordinate to that mysterious election and affinity which the Englishman calls "love." Certainly, during the winter, Julie had hoped to lead Warkworth to marry her.
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