He waited a moment, then bowed, and left us. He was frowning heavily, and, as I judged, would have greeted another quarrel with me very gladly, had I been minded to give him an opportunity; but thinking it fair that I should be cured from the first encounter before I faced a second, I held my peace till he was gone; then I said to Barbara,
"I wonder he didn"t tell you."
Alas for my presumption! The anger that had been diverted on to Carford"s head swept back to mine.
"Indeed, why should he?" she cried. "All the world can"t be always thinking of you and your affairs, Mr Dale."
"Yet you were vexed because he hadn"t."
"I vexed! Not I!" said Barbara haughtily.
I could not make that out; she had seemed angry with him. But because I spoke of her anger, she was angry now with me. Indeed I began to think that little Charles, the King, and I had been right in that opinion in which the King found us so much of a mind. Suddenly Barbara spoke.
"Tell me what she is like, this friend of yours," she said. "I have never seen her."
It leapt to my lips to cry, "Ay, you have seen her!" but I did not give utterance to the words. Barbara had seen her in the park at Hatchstead, seen her more than once, and more than once found sore offence in what she saw. There is wisdom in silence; I was learning that safety might lie in deceit. The anger under which I had suffered would be doubled if she knew that Cydaria was Nell and Nell Cydaria. Why should she know?
Why should my own mouth betray me and add my bygone sins to the offences of to-day? My lord had not told her that Nell was Cydaria. Should I speak where my lord was silent? Neither would I tell her of Cydaria.
"You haven"t seen her?" I asked.
"No; and I would learn what she is like."
It was a strange thing to command me, yet Barbara"s desire joined with my own thoughts to urge me to it. I began tamely enough, with a stiff list of features and catalogue of colours. But as I talked recollection warmed my voice; and when Barbara"s lips curled scornfully, as though she would say, "What is there in this to make men fools? There is nothing in all this," I grew more vehement and painted the picture with all my skill. What malice began, my ardour perfected, until, engrossed in my fancy, I came near to forgetting that I had a listener, and ended with a start as I found Barbara"s eyes fixed on mine, while she stood motionless before me. My exultation vanished, and confusion drove away my pa.s.sion.
"You bade me describe her," said I lamely. "I do not know whether others see as I do, but such is she to my eyes."
A silence followed. Barbara"s face was not flushed now, but rather seemed paler than it was wont to be. I could not tell how it was, but I knew that I had wounded her. Is not beauty jealous, and who but a clod will lavish praise on one fair face while another is before him? I should have done better to play the hypocrite and swear that my folly, not Nell"s features, was to blame. But now I was stubborn and would recall not a word of all my raptures. Yet I was glad that I had not told her who Cydaria was.
The silence was short. In an instant Barbara gave a little laugh, saying,
"Small wonder you were caught, poor Simon! Yes, the creature must be handsome enough. Shall we return to my mother?"
On that day she spoke no more with me.
CHAPTER VII
WHAT CAME OF HONESTY
I should sin against the truth and thereby rob this my story of its solitary virtue were I to pretend that my troubles and perplexities, severe as they seemed, outweighed the pleasure and new excitement of my life. Ambition was in my head, youth in my veins, my eyes looked out on a gay world with a regard none too austere. Against these things even love"s might can wage but an equal battle. For the moment, I must confess, my going to Court, with the prospect it opened and the chances it held, dominated my mind, and Jonah Wall, my servant, was kept busy in preparing me for the great event. I had made a discovery concerning this fellow which afforded me much amus.e.m.e.nt: coming on him suddenly, I found him deeply engaged on a Puritan Psalm-book, sighing and casting up his eyes to heaven in a ludicrous excess of glum-faced piety. I pressed him hard and merrily, when it appeared that he was as thorough a Ranter as my friend Phineas himself, and held the Court and all in it to be utterly given over to Satan, an opinion not without some warrant, had he observed any moderation in advancing it. Not wishing to harm him, I kept my knowledge to myself, but found a malicious sport in setting him to supply me with all the varieties of raiment, perfumes, and other gauds--that last was his word, not mine--which he abhorred, but which Mr Simon Dale"s new-born desire for fashion made imperative, however little Mr Simon Dale"s purse could properly afford the expense of them. The truth is that Mistress Barbara"s behaviour spurred me on. I had no mind to be set down a rustic; I could stomach disapproval and endure severity; pitied for a misguided be-fooled clod I would not be; and the best way to avoid such a fate seemed to lie in showing myself as reckless a gallant and as fine a roisterer as any at Whitehall. So I dipped freely and deep into my purse, till Jonah groaned as woefully for my extravagance as for my frivolity. All day he was in great fear lest I should take him with me to Court to the extreme peril of his soul; but prudence at last stepped in and bade me spare myself the cost of a rich livery by leaving him behind.
Now Heaven forbid that I should imitate my servant"s sour folly (for, if a man must be a fool, I would have him a cheerful fool) or find anything to blame in the pomp and seemly splendour of a Royal Court; yet the profusion that met my eyes amazed me. It was the King"s whim that on this night himself, his friends, and princ.i.p.al gentlemen should, for no reason whatsoever except the quicker disbursing of their money, a.s.sume Persian attire, and they were one and all decked out in richest Oriental garments, in many cases lavishly embroidered with precious stones. The Duke of Buckingham seemed all ablaze, and the other courtiers and wits were little less magnificent, foremost among them being the young Duke of Monmouth, whom I now saw for the first time and thought as handsome a youth as I had set eyes on. The ladies did not enjoy the licence offered by this new fashion, but they contrived to hold their own in the French mode, and I, who had heard much of the poverty of the nation, the necessities of the fleet, and the straits in which the King found himself for money, was left gaping in sheer wonder whence came all the wealth that was displayed before my eyes. My own poor preparations lost all their charm, and I had not been above half an hour in the place before I was seeking a quiet corner in which to hide the poverty of my coat and the plainness of my cloak. But the desire for privacy thus bred in me was not to find satisfaction. Darrell, whom I had not met all day, now pounced on me and carried me off, declaring that he was charged to present me to the Duke of York. Trembling between fear and exultation, I walked with him across the floor, threading my way through the dazzling throng that covered the s.p.a.ce in front of His Majesty"s dais. But before we came to the Duke, a gentleman caught my companion by the arm and asked him how he did in a hearty, cheerful, and rather loud voice.
Darrell"s answer was to pull me forward and present me, saying that Sir Thomas Clifford desired my acquaintance, and adding much that erred through kindness of my parts and disposition.
"Nay, if he"s your friend, it"s enough for me, Darrell," answered Clifford, and putting his mouth to Darrell"s ear he whispered. Darrell shook his head, and I thought that the Treasurer seemed disappointed.
However, he bade me farewell with cordiality.
"What did he ask you?" said I, when we started on our way again.
"Only whether you shared my superst.i.tion," answered Darrell with a laugh.
"They"re all mighty anxious about my religion," thought I. "It would do no harm if they bestowed more attention on their own."
Suddenly turning a corner, we came on a group in a recess hung on three sides with curtains and furnished with low couches in the manner of an Oriental divan. The Duke of York, who seemed to me a handsome courtly prince, was sitting, and by him Lord Arlington. Opposite to them stood a gentleman to whom the Duke, when I had made my bow, presented me, bidding me know Mr Hudleston, the Queen"s Chaplain. I was familiar with his name, having often, heard of the Romish priest who befriended the King in his flight from Worcester. I was examining his features with the interest that an unknown face belonging to a well-known name has for us, when the Duke addressed me with a suave and lofty graciousness, his manner being in a marked degree more ceremonious than the King"s.
"My Lord Arlington," said he, "has commended you, sir, as a young gentleman of most loyal sentiments. My brother and we who love him have great need of the services of all such."
I stammered out an a.s.surance of devotion. Arlington rose and took me by the arm, whispering that I had no need to be embarra.s.sed. But Mr Hudleston turned a keen and searching glance on me, as though he would read my thoughts.
"I"m sure," said Arlington, "that Mr Dale is most solicitous to serve His Majesty in all things."
I bowed, saying to the Duke,
"Indeed I am, sir. I ask nothing but an opportunity."
"In all things?" asked Hudleston abruptly. "In all things, sir?" He fixed his keen eyes on my face.
Arlington pressed my arm and smiled pleasantly; he knew that kindness binds more sheaves than severity.
"Come, Mr Dale says in all things," he observed. "Do we need more, sir?"
But the Duke was rather of the priest"s temper than of the Minister"s.
"Why, my lord," he answered, "I have never known Mr Hudleston ask a question without a reason for it."
"By serving the King in all things, some mean in all things in which they may be pleased to serve the King," said Hudleston gravely. "Is Mr Dale one of these? Is it the King"s pleasure or his own that sets the limit to his duty and his services?"
They were all looking at me now, and it seemed as though we had pa.s.sed from courtly phrases, such as fall readily but with little import from a man"s lips, and had come to a graver matter. They were asking some pledge of me, or their looks belied them. Why or to what end they desired it, I could not tell; but Darrell, who stood behind the priest, nodded his head to me with an anxious frown.
"I will obey the King in all things," I began.
"Well said, well said," murmured Arlington.
"Saving," I proceeded, thinking it my duty to make this addition, and not conceiving that there could be harm in it, "the liberties of the Kingdom and the safety of the Reformed Religion."
I felt Arlington"s hand drawn half-away, but in an instant it was back, and he smiled no less pleasantly than before. But the Duke, less able or less careful to conceal his mood, frowned heavily, while Hudleston cried impatiently,
"Reservations! Kings are not served with reservations, sir."
He made me angry. Had the Duke said what he did, I would have taken it with a dutiful bow and a silent tongue. But who was this priest to rate me in such a style? My temper banished my prudence, and, bending my head towards him, I answered:
"Yet the Crown itself is worn with these reservations, sir, and the King himself allows them."
For a moment n.o.body spoke. Then Arlington said,
"I fear, sir, Mr Dale is as yet less a courtier than an honest gentleman."