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Updated: September 23, 2025
He bowed and smiled, said cheerily, "A pleasant walk to the 'Ring of Bells," and cantered off. I stepped between madam and the dead man. "We've found a good friend there, Mistress Waynflete. Now we'll put the hat and coat as we found them, save for the guineas, and go back to the cottage for your domino." She gave them to me, and stepped out briskly towards the cottage.
But the Commission returned him good for evil, insomuch as he became the first Waynflete Professor of Moral and Metaphysical Philosophy, a post created in consequence of it.
I ran hard so as to shake irresolution out of my mind, for I found myself half wishing that Mistress Waynflete had pleaded with me at first instead of trying to thrust me out of my plan. After all the highwayman's was hardly my calling in life. So I ran hard, saying to myself that it must be done, and the sooner it was over the better. Then I laughed.
His idea, of course, was to enable those who proceeded from the Winchester to the Oxford College to receive a systematic and continuous education. Where Wykeham led, others were not long in following. Two of his successors in the see of Winchester, Waynflete and Fox, gave to Oxford the beautiful colleges of Magdalen and Corpus Christi respectively.
Whereupon, strangely enough, forgetting all courtliness, Margaret, the Colonel, and Maclachlan fell over one another, so to speak, in telling the Prince who I was. For a few seconds there was a gabble of introductions, which made me feel hot and foolish. "One at a time," laughed the Prince, "and, of course, Mistress Waynflete first."
It was probably Master Freake, and I was particularly anxious that the sergeant should not see him, so I rushed out with all the papers in my hand to forestall him. Hurrying outside I saw Master Freake hitching his horse to the signpost, and Mistress Waynflete already talking to him eagerly. When I got up he delivered his news briefly and to the point, and bad news it was.
It was all natural and simple enough, but Mistress Waynflete hailed their production almost as amazedly as if I had indeed drawn them out of my hat. But how I fetched and carried, chopped wood and drew water, swept the floor and laid the table, fried ham and boiled eggs, doing all these things with music in my heart and a noisy song on my lips is everything to me and nothing to my tale.
He was within easy shot now, and I stopped to make sure of my rickety old weapon. A dragoon's musket would not have needed such constant care. "Life turns on trifles," said Mistress Waynflete. In lifting my eyes from the priming to move on again, something in the line of vision made me start.
"At the 'Ring o' Bells," began Master Freake, addressing me, "you took from my lord Brocton's sergeant, now dead, a bundle of papers?" "Yes, sir." "Among them a letter addressed simply, 'To His Royal Highness'?" "That is so, sir." "You gave that letter to me, unopened, in the presence of Mistress Waynflete?" "I did," said I, and Margaret nodded agreement.
"Jin said 'er'd sit up for me," he said, and I was glad he had such a good motive to keep him up to his hard task. "Good-bye, Joe," said Mistress Waynflete, shaking the good fellow warmly by the hand. "Give my loving remembrances to your mistresses and to Jane. Say how grateful I am." "Good-bye, my lady," he said simply, "and God bless you."
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