"Nay, pay you no heed to such things, child."
"And why should not I, father, seeing that they bring you so great honor?"
"Honor, said you?" but then he seemed to check himself. This was not Julius Shawe, to whom he could speak freely enough about the conditions of an actor"s life in London. "Well, then, the story is of a banished duke, a man of great wisdom and skill, and he is living on a desert island with his daughter--a right fair maiden she is, too, and she has no other companion in the world but himself."
"But he is kind to her and good?" she said, quickly.
"Truly."
"What other companion would she have, then? Is she not content--ay, and right well pleased withal?"
"Methinks the story would lag with but these," her father said, with a smile. "Would you not have her furnished with a lover--a young prince and a handsome--one that would play chess with her, and walk with her while her father was busy?"
"But how on a desert island? How should she find such a one?" Judith said, with her eyes all intent.
"There, you see, is where the magic comes in. What if her father have at his command a sprite, a goblin, that can work all wonders--that can dazzle people in the dark, and control the storm, and whistle the young prince to the very feet of his mistress?"
Judith sighed, and glanced at the sheets lying on the table.
"Alas, good father, why did you aid me in my folly, and suffer me to grow up so ignorant?"
"Folly, fond wench!" said he, and he caught her by the shoulders and pushed her out of the summer-house. "Thank G.o.d you have naught to do with any such stuff. There, go you and seek out Prudence, and get you into the fields, and give those pink roses in your cheeks an airing.
Is"t not a rare morning? And you would blear your eyes with books, silly wench? Get you gone--into the meadows with you--and you may gather me a nosegay if your fingers would have work."
"I must go in-doors, father; good Master Blaise is coming to dinner,"
said she; "but I will bring you the nosegay in the afternoon, so please you. So fare you well," she added; and she glanced at him, "and pray you, sir, be kind to the young prince."
He laughed and turned away; and she hurried quickly into the house. In truth, all through that day she had plenty to occupy her attention; but whether it was the maids that were asking her questions, or her mother seeking her help, or good Master Walter paying authoritative court to her, her eyes were entirely distraught. For they saw before them a strange island, with magic surrounding it, and two young lovers, and a grave and elderly man regarding them; and she grew to wonder how much more of that story was shut up in the summer-house, and to lament her misfortune in that she could not go boldly to her father and ask him to be allowed to read it. She felt quite certain that could she but sit down within there and peruse these sheets for herself, he would not say her nay; and from that conclusion to the next--that on the first chances she would endeavor to borrow the sheets and have them read to her--was but an obvious step, and one that she had frequently taken before.
Moreover, on this occasion the chance came to her sooner than she could have expected. Toward dusk in the evening her father went out, saying that he was going along to see how the Harts were doing. Matthew gardener was gone home; the parson had left hours before; and her mother was in the brew-house, and out of hearing. Finally, to crown her good fortune, she discovered that the key had been left in the door of the summer-house; and so the next minute found her inside on her knees.
It was a difficult task. There was scarcely any light, for she dare not leave the door open; and the mark that she put on the sheets, to know which she had carried to Prudence, was minute. And yet the sheets seemed to have been tossed into this receptacle in fairly regular order; and when at length, and after much straining of her eyes, she had got down to the marked ones, she was rejoiced to find that there remained above these a large bulk of unperused matter, and the question was as to how much it would be prudent to carry off. Further, she had to discover where there was some kind of division, so that the story should not abruptly break off; and she had acquired some experience in this direction. In the end, the portion of the play that she resolved upon taking with her was modest and small; there would be the less likelihood of detection; and it was just possible that she would have no opportunity of returning the sheets that night.
And then she quickly got in-doors, and put on her hood and m.u.f.fler, and slipped out into the dusk. She found Prudence alone in the lower room, sitting sewing, the candles on the table being already lit; and some distance off, curled up and fast asleep on the floor, lay the little spaniel-gentle.
"Dear heart," said Judith, brightly, as she glanced at the little dog, "you have shown good sense after all; I feared me you would fall away from my wise counsel."
"My brother was well inclined to the little creature," Prudence said, with some embarra.s.sment.
"And you had a right merry evening, I"ll be bound," Judith continued, blithely. "And was there singing?--nay, he can sing well when he is in the mood--none better. Did he give you
"There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow,"
for Julius is more light-hearted in such matters than you are, dear mouse. And was there any trencher business--and wine? I warrant me Julius would not have his guest sit dry-throated. "Twas a merry evening, in good sooth, sweetheart?"
"_They_ talked much together," Prudence said, with her eyes cast down.
"They talked? Mercy on us, were you not civil to him? Did you not thank him prettily for the little spaniel?"
"In a measure I think "twas Julius took the little creature from him,"
Prudence said, bashfully.
"Beshrew me now, but you know better!--"twas given to you, you know right well. A spaniel-gentle for your brother! As soon would he think of a farthingale and a petticoat! And what did he say? Had he aught special to say to you, dear mouse?"
"He would have me look at an ancient book he had, with strange devices on the leaves," Prudence said. "Truly "twas strange and wonderful, the ornamentation of it in gold and colors, though I doubt me "twas the work of monks and priests. He would have me take it from him," she added, with a faint blush.
"And you would not, silly one?" Judith exclaimed, angrily.
"Would you have me place such Popish emblems alongside such a book as that that Dr. Hall gave me? Dear Judith, "twould be a pollution and a sin!"
"But you gave him thanks for the offer, then?"
"Of a surety; "twas meant in friendship."
"Well, well; right glad am I to see the little beast lying there; and methinks your gentleness hath cast a spell o"er it already, sweetheart, or "twould not rest so soundly. And now, dear mouse, I have come to tax your patience once more: see, here is part of the new play; and we must go to your chamber, dear Prue, lest some one come in and discover us."
Prudence laughed in her quiet fashion. "I think "tis you that casteth spells, Judith, else I should not be aiding thee in this perilous matter."
But she took one of the candles in her hand nevertheless, and led the way up-stairs; and then, when they had carefully bolted the door, Judith placed the roll of sheets on the table, and Prudence sat down to arrange and decipher them.
"But this time," Judith said, "have I less weight on my conscience; for my father hath already told me part of the story, and why should not I know the rest? Nay, but it promises well, I do a.s.sure thee, sweetheart.
"Tis a rare beginning: the desert island, and the sprite that can work wonders, and the poor banished duke and his daughter. Ay, and there comes a handsome young prince, too; marry, you shall hear of marvels!
For the sprite is one that can work magic at the bidding of the duke, and be seen like a fire in the dark, and can lead a storm whither he lists----"
""Tis with a storm that it begins," Prudence said, for now she had arranged the sheets.
And instantly Judith was all attention. It is true, she seemed to care little for the first scene and the squabbles between the sailors and the gentlemen; she was anxious to get to the enchanted island; and when at length Prudence introduced Prospero and Miranda, Judith listened as if a new world were being slowly opened before her. And yet not altogether with silence, for sometimes she would utter a few words of quick a.s.sent, or even explanation; but always so as not to interfere with the gentle-voiced reader. Thus it would go:
"Then Prospero says to her--
"Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There"s no harm done.
_Miranda._ Oh, woe the day!
_Prospero._ No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
_Miranda._ More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.""
"A right dutiful daughter!" Judith would exclaim--but as apart. "A rare good wench, I warrant; and what a gentle father he is withal!"
And then, when the banished duke had come to the end of his story, and when he had caused slumber to fall upon his daughter"s eyes, and was about to summon Ariel, Judith interposed to give the patient reader a rest.
"And what say you, Prudence?" said she, eagerly. "Is"t not a beautiful story? Is she not a sweet and obedient maiden, and he a right n.o.ble and gentle father? Ah, there, now, they may talk about their masques and pageants of the court, and G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses dressed up to saw the air with long speeches: see you what my father can tell you in a few words, so that you can scarcely wait, but you must on to hear the rest. And do I hurry you, good Prue? Will you to it again? For now the spirit is summoned that is to work the magic."
"Indeed, "tis no heavy labor, Judith," her friend said, with a smile.
"And now here is your Ariel:
"All hail! great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be"t to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality!"