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His passion does not appear to have been reciprocated, but the lady has her place in literature as the Phillis of the eclogues. He attached himself to the court of Frederick of Aragon, whom he followed into exile in France.
The pretty story of the Countess Phillis, who mourned for her husband's absence so long, is a fable of old times; or rather say Earl Guy never wedded his wife, knowing that one she loved better than him was alive all the time she had believed him to be dead. A few days before that on which Philip arrived at Monkshaven, Kester had come to pay Sylvia a visit.
I'll tell you what, sir, Killall understands it; he'll sell dar hides for shoe leather radder dan let his niggars stand idle! When I hear dat, missy, my bery blood boil, and 'pears like I couldn't keep my hands off from de villain; but I know dat if I make any resistance, it fare all de worse wid Phillis, and I get sent to de whippin'-place, into de bargain; so I only grind my teeth, and look on, like I didn't know any better; but, missy, didn't I wish I white man den, jus' for de sake ob sabin' my wife and young uns? for I lib wid Phillis so long I couldn't help feeling 'tached to her.
"Ah! if I known how to praise de good Lord in dem days, I specks I shouted for joy, when I see de wee creters burstin' wid de laugh; and Phillis, she clean tuck ober, to see them fist each oder wid dar little feet, 'pearing like dey hab inherit all de peruigilinations ob dar daddy; and den de little creters change dar minds, and burst into de smiles again.
Phillis put her arms about her, and drew her into the dining-room, where she made her sit down. "Becalm," she said. "They will not keep him." "You know some way?" "We will find a way. I promise you that they will not keep him." "You are sure?" "I promise you." "You give me life. But how did you know?" "He wrote to me. The concierge gave me his letter, which had just come." "What does he say?"
But while Phillis was recovering herself the lid was cautiously opened, and Bacchus's eyes glaring through the aperture. The words were repeated. "Why, what on earth?" said the astonished woman: "Surely, is that you, Bacchus?" "It is, surely," said Bacchus; "but put that devil of a tiger out of de room, if you don't want me to die dis minute."
"And you think you can cure me?" said Zoe, satirically. "It does seem presumptuous. But, at least, I could do you a little good if you could be got to try my humble prescription." "What is it?" asked Zoe, listlessly. "It is my mare Phillis. She is the delight of every lady who mounts her. She is thorough-bred, lively, swift, gentle, docile, amiable, perfect.
Phillis, you must be married. Phil. Alas! I am too young, and sad for Love. Trust. The younger, and the less Love, the better. Mr. Trusty, here's a Gentleman would speak with you, he says his Name's Mr. Sham. Trust. Gud's me, Mistress, put on all your Holiday Looks; for this is the little Merchant of Love by Retail, that brings you the Husband I promis'd you. Enter Sham. Sham. Well, Mr.
The sound of the doorbell made Saniel jump as if he had received an electric shock. "You will not open the door?" Phillis said. "Do not let any one take our evening from us." But soon another ring, more decided, brought him to his feet. "It is better to know," he said, and he went to open the door, leaving Phillis in his office. A maid handed him a lettter.
I remained and read, but not from 'Brutus. My rage made me, for the moment, an improvisator. Seated near to the duchess, surrounded by the proud and hypocritical nobles, who acknowledged Phillis only because she had a fine house and gave good dinners, I improvised a poem which recalled to the grand duchess and her satellites the early days of the fair Phillis, and brought the laugh on my side.
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