He seemed contented with that; and I think he put me down as something of a well-bred simpleton, which was precisely what I wished him to think; for his manner changed a little.
"You have seen His Majesty before, no doubt?"
"I have not been in England for seven years," I said, smiling. "I saw His Majesty once when I was a lad, as he went to dinner; and I have seen him once, on Sat.u.r.day last; at least, I saw the top of his hat from a hundred yards off."
"And the Duke of York?" he asked.
"I have never seen the Duke of York in my life, to my knowledge," I said.
Now I saw well enough what he was after. Without a doubt he had a suspicion that I was an emissary in some way from the Holy Father, or at least that I was more than I appeared to be; and being one of those men who desire to know everything, that they may understand, as the saying is, which way the cat will jump, and how to jump with her, he was determined to find out all that he could. On my side, therefore, I a.s.sumed the air of a rather stupid gentleman, to bear out better the character that I had--that I was a mere gentleman from Rome, recommended by the Catholic amba.s.sadors; and I think that, for the time at anyrate, he took me so to be; for his manner became less inquisitive.
"We must be going to His Majesty, sir," he said presently, rising; and then he added as if by chance: "You are a Catholic, Mr. Mallock?"
"Why, yes," I said: for there was no need of any concealment on the point of my religion.
As we went downstairs and along the pa.s.sage that led by Sir Francis Clinton"s lodgings, he began to speak of how I was to behave myself to the King, and how kiss his hand and the rest. I knew very well all these things, but I listened to him as if I did not, and even put a question or two; and he answered me very graciously.
"You should be very modest with His Majesty," he said, "if you would please him. He likes not originals over-much; or, rather, I would say--(but it must not be repeated)--that he likes to be the only original of the company."
And when Mr. Chiffinch said that I knew that he was lying to me; for the very opposite was the truth; and I understood that he still had his suspicions of me and wished me to fail with the King. But I nodded wisely, and thanked him.
A couple of Yeomen of the Guard--of which body no man was less than six feet tall--stood at the foot of the little stairs that led up to the King"s lodgings: and these made no motion to hinder the King"s page and his companion. So English were they that they did not even turn their eyes as we went through, Mr. Chiffinch preceding me with an apology.
At the door on the landing of the first floor he turned to me again before he knocked.
"His Majesty will be within the second room," he said. "Will you wait, Mr. Mallock, please, in this first anteroom, and I will go through. This is a private reception by His Majesty. There will be no formalities."
He tapped upon both the doors that were one inside the other; and then led me through. The first chamber was very richly furnished, though barely. There was a long table with chairs about it; and he led me to one of these. Then with a nod or two he pa.s.sed on to a second door, tapped upon it softly and went through, closing it behind him. I heard a woman"s laugh as he went through, suddenly broken off.
There was, I supposed (and as I learned afterwards to be the case) one other way at least out of the King"s lodgings, through his private library, where he kept all his clocks and wheels and such-like; for when, after a minute or two, the door opened again and Mr. Chiffinch beckoned me in, there was no woman with the King.
It was a great room--His Majesty"s closet as it was called--which he used for such solitary life as he led; and while I was with him, and afterwards upon other occasions, I saw little by little how it was furnished. The table in the midst, at which His Majesty wrote, was all in disorder; it was piled high with papers and books, for he would do what writing or reading he cared to do by fits and starts. The walls were hung with panels of tapestry, and tall curtains of brocade hung at the windows. Between the panels were pictures hung upon the walls--three or four flower-pictures by Varelst; three pictures of horses and dogs by Hondius, and a couple of Dutch pictures by Hoogstraaten. Over the fireplace was a chimney-breast by Gibbons; and the ceiling was all a-sprawl with G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses, I suppose by Verrio. In the windows, which looked out on two sides, over the river and into a little court, were little tables covered with curious things, for His Majesty delighted in such ingenuities--Dutch figures in silver, clockwork, and the like, and a basket of spaniels lay beneath one of the tables. A second great table stood against the wall on the further side from that on which I entered, covered with retorts and instruments, and behind it a press, and near it sat the King. The floor was carpeted with rush matting, loosely woven, with rugs upon it. But of all these things I saw little or nothing at the first, for Mr. Chiffinch was gone out behind me, and I was alone with His Majesty. One of the spaniels had given a little yelp as I came in; but disposed himself to sleep again.
Now I am not one of those who think that those who are n.o.ble by birth must always be n.o.ble by character, though I know that it should be so. I knew, too, very well that Charles was less than n.o.ble in a great number of ways. His women did what they liked with him; he would spend fortunes on those who pleased him and did him nothing but injury, and would let his faithful lovers and servants go starve. He lived always, you would say, only for the flesh and the pride of the eyes; he was careless and selfish and ungrateful; in short, he was as dissolute as a man could be, or, rather, as dissolute as a king could be, and that is much more. Yet for all this, he was a man of an extraordinary power, if he had cared to use it. It was said of him that "he could, if he would, but that he would not"; and of his brother that "he would if he could, but that he could not"; and I know no better epigram on the two than that. James was all intention without success; and Charles all success without intention. And so James at the end lived and died as a saint, though he was far from being one at this time; and Charles lived and died a sinner, though, thank G.o.d, a penitent one.
Now although I knew all this well enough, and how Charles" private life stank in the nostrils of G.o.d and man, I cannot describe how he affected me with loyalty and compa.s.sion and even a kind of love, in this little while that I had with him in private, nor how these emotions grew upon me the more that I knew him.
He was sitting in his great chair, not yet dressed for supper, for his wristbands were tumbled and turned back, and his huge dark brown periwig was ever so little awry. He was in a dark suit, with a lace cravat; and his rosetted shoes were crossed one over the other as he sat. The light of the window fell full upon him from one side, shewing his swarthy face, his thin close moustaches, and his heavy eyes under his arched brows--shewing above all that air of strange and lovable melancholy that was so marked a trait in those of the Stuart blood. He smiled a little at me, but did not move, except to put out his hand. I came across the floor, kneeled and kissed his hand, then, at a motion from him, stood up again.
"So you are Mr. Roger Mallock," he said. "Welcome to England, Mr. Roger Mallock. You bring good news of His Holiness, I hope."
"His Holiness does very well, Sir," I said.
"We should all do as well if we were as holy," said the King. "And you come to look after my soul, I am informed."
(He said this with a kind of gravity that can scarcely be believed.)
"I am no priest, Sir," I said, "if you mean that. I am only a forerunner, at the best."
"_Vox clamantis in deserto_," said the King. "I hope I shall be no Herod to cut off your head. But it is very kind of you to come to this wilderness. And have you seen my brother yet?"
"I am to see his Royal Highness immediately," I said. "I waited upon Your Majesty first."
"Poor James!" said the King. "He wants looking after, I think. And what have you come to do in England, Mr. Mallock?"
Now I felt that I was cutting a poor figure at present; and that I must say something presently, if I could, to make the King remember me afterwards. It appeared to me that he was trying me, as he tried all newcomers, to see whether they would be witty or amusing; but, for the life of me, I could think of nothing to say.
"I am come to put myself wholly at Your Majesty"s disposal," I said.
"Come! come! That"s better," said Charles. "It is usually the other way about. _Servus servorum Dei_, you know. And in what manner do you propose that I should use you?"
"I will clean Your Majesty"s shoes, if you will. Or I will run errands in my own. Or I will sing psalms, or ditties; or I will row in a boat; or I will play tennis, or fence. I am what is called an accomplished young gentleman, Sir."
Now I think I put in a shade too many clauses, for I was a little agitated. But the King"s face lightened up very pleasantly.
"But I have plenty of folks who can do all that," he said. "In what are you distinguished from the rest?"
Then I determined on a bold stroke; for I knew that the King liked such things, if they were not too bold.
"I am a Jesuit at heart, Sir;" I said. "I desire to do these things, if Your Majesty wills it so, simply that I may serve His Holiness in serving Your Majesty."
"Oho!" said Charles; and he gathered his feet under him and looked at me more closely. I met his eyes fairly and then dropped my own.
"Oho! That is frank enough, Mr. Mallock. You know all about me, I suppose. You seem very young for such work. How old are you?
Twenty-five?"
"I pa.s.s as twenty-five, Sir. But I am only twenty-one!"
"I would that I were!" said Charles earnestly. "And so you are a Jesuit in disguise--a wolf in sheep"s clothing."
"No, Sir. I am a Jesuit at heart only, in that I would do anything in G.o.d"s cause. But I am rather a sheep in wolf"s clothing. I was a Benedictine novice till lately."
He seemed not to hear me. He had dropped his chin on his hand, and was looking at me as if he were thinking of something else.
"So you are come to serve me," he said presently, "in any way that I will; and you will serve me only that you may serve your master better.
And what wages do you want?"
"None that Your Majesty can give," I said.
"Better and better," said Charles. "Nor place, nor position?"
"Only at Your Majesty"s feet."
"And what if I kick you?"
"I will look for the halfpence elsewhere, Sir."