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Updated: June 4, 2025
Ruth's it had reared up to an abnormal growth. Her pride had become a weed that ran riot in her soul, darkening it and choking finer emotions. Perhaps it was her father's naive stratagems for the enmeshing of a wealthy husband that had produced in her at last a morbid antipathy to the idea of playing beggar-maid to any man's King Cophetua. The state of mind is intelligible.
"I am commanded by your royal father to return to you this ball," she said. "I pray you tell me," said Prince Hugh, "how you, being a beggar-maid, walk as if possessed of wealth?" She smiled. "All people are rich. Some know it. Some do not." The princeling gave a royal whistle, and smiled at his brother Richard, who picked a white carnation and began to pull its petals.
But if I had any money," Nanda went on, "or if I were really good-looking for that to-day, the real thing, will do as well as being a duke's daughter he wouldn't come near me. And I think that ought to settle it. Besides, he must marry Aggie. She's a beggar-maid too as well as an angel. So there's nothing against it." Mr.
In youthful days at college he had married, neither wisely nor well, a beggar-maid without those virtues usually credited to beggar-maidens who marry gentlemen. Well, Houghton, the beggar-maid was supposed to have died. She hadn't died; she had shammed. Meanwhile, between her death and her resurrection, the man came to love that good woman. And so, lines got crossed; things went wrong.
The tale of a king who took a beggar-maid for a partner of his throne may be pretty enough as we men look upon ourselves and upon love. But that a young girl, famous for her haughty beauty and, only a short time before, the admired of all at the balls in the Viceroy's palace, should take by the hand a guasso, a common peasant, is intolerable to our sentiment of women and their love. It is madness.
But the nun who had composed the music could not be brought to see this, and, after a comic scene between the Queen and the Chancellor, the King, followed by his Court and suite, entered, leading the beggar-maid by the hand. In a short speech he told how her sweetness, her devotion, and, above all, her beautiful voice, had won his heart, and that he intended to make her his Queen.
At this moment I thought I heard the handle of the door move, but there was a screen between us and it. I went on. "That is, if you still want to marry her, you know." "Marry her!" he said. "If she were a beggar-maid, I would be proud as King Cophetua to marry her to-morrow." There was a rustle in the twilight, and a motion of its gloom.
"Will you sell your glove, beggar-maid?" and he drew a piece of gold from his purse. She replied: "I have more need of my glove than of your gold." "If you were a court lady," said Prince Hugh, "you would know that one glove is of no use to anyone." "If you were a beggar, Sir," she replied, "you would be glad to have one hand warm." "I shall never be a beggar," returned the Prince proudly.
When he called upon his mother and sisters, and their ladyships' hangers-on and attendants; upon his own particular kinsmen, led captains, and toadies; to bow the knee and do homage to the woman whom he delighted to honour, those duteous subjects trembled and obeyed; in fact, he thought that the position of a Marchioness of Farintosh was under heaven, and before men, so splendid, that, had he elevated a beggar-maid to that sublime rank, the inferior world was bound to worship her.
"God knows, I should myself like that knowledge." Then he signed to a court lady, who was looking on with proud eyes. "Come, Dame Caecilia, take this beggar-maid to one of the suites in the palace, and put fair clothes on her, and conduct her to the dining-hall when the hour strikes."
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