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by Robert Reed


  and then with extreme sweetness, she said, “Lord Raymond, I con-

  fide in your goodness and honour.”

  Smiling haughtily, he bent his head, and replied, with emphasis,

  “Do you indeed confide, Lady Idris?”

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  She endeavoured to read his thought, and then answered with

  dignity, “As you please . It is certainly best not to compromise one-

  self by any concealment .”

  “Pardon me,” he replied, “if I have offended . Whether you trust

  me or not, rely on my doing my utmost to further your wishes, what-

  ever they may be .”

  Idris smiled her thanks, and rose to take leave . Lord Raymond

  requested permission to accompany her to Windsor Castle, to which

  she consented, and they quitted the cottage together . My sister and I

  were left—truly like two fools, who fancied that they had obtained

  a golden treasure, till daylight shewed it to be lead—two silly, luck-

  less flies, who had played in sunbeams and were caught in a spider’s

  web . I leaned against the casement, and watched those two glori-

  ous creatures, till they disappeared in the forest-glades; and then

  I turned. Perdita had not moved; her eyes fixed on the ground, her

  cheeks pale, her very lips white, motionless and rigid, every feature

  stamped by woe, she sat . Half frightened, I would have taken her

  hand; but she shudderingly withdrew it, and strove to collect herself .

  I entreated her to speak to me: “Not now,” she replied, “nor do you

  speak to me, my dear Lionel; you can say nothing, for you know

  nothing . I will see you tomorrow; in the meantime, adieu!” She rose,

  and walked from the room; but pausing at the door, and leaning

  against it, as if her over-busy thoughts had taken from her the power

  of supporting herself, she said, “Lord Raymond will probably re-

  turn . Will you tell him that he must excuse me today, for I am not

  well . I will see him tomorrow if he wishes it, and you also . You had

  better return to London with him; you can there make the enquiries

  agreed upon, concerning the Earl of Windsor and visit me again

  tomorrow, before you proceed on your journey—till then, farewell!”

  She spoke falteringly, and concluded with a heavy sigh . I gave

  my assent to her request; and she left me . I felt as if, from the order

  of the systematic world, I had plunged into chaos, obscure, contrary,

  unintelligible . That Raymond should marry Idris was more than ever

  intolerable; yet my passion, though a giant from its birth, was too

  strange, wild, and impracticable, for me to feel at once the misery

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  I perceived in Perdita. How should I act? She had not confided in

  me; I could not demand an explanation from Raymond without the

  hazard of betraying what was perhaps her most treasured secret . I

  would obtain the truth from her the following day—in the mean

  time—But, while I was occupied by multiplying reflections, Lord

  Raymond returned . He asked for my sister; and I delivered her mes-

  sage . After musing on it for a moment, he asked me if I were about

  to return to London, and if I would accompany him: I consented .

  He was full of thought, and remained silent during a considerable

  part of our ride; at length he said, “I must apologize to you for my

  abstraction; the truth is, Ryland’s motion comes on tonight, and I am

  considering my reply .”

  Ryland was the leader of the popular party, a hard-headed man,

  and in his way eloquent; he had obtained leave to bring in a bill

  making it treason to endeavour to change the present state of the

  English government and the standing laws of the republic . This at-

  tack was directed against Raymond and his machinations for the

  restoration of the monarchy .

  Raymond asked me if I would accompany him to the House

  that evening . I remembered my pursuit for intelligence concerning

  Adrian; and, knowing that my time would be fully occupied, I ex-

  cused myself . “Nay,” said my companion, “I can free you from your

  present impediment . You are going to make enquiries concerning

  the Earl of Windsor . I can answer them at once, he is at the Duke

  of Athol’s seat at Dunkeld. On the first approach of his disorder,

  he travelled about from one place to another; until, arriving at that

  romantic seclusion he refused to quit it, and we made arrangements

  with the Duke for his continuing there .”

  I was hurt by the careless tone with which he conveyed this in-

  formation, and replied coldly: “I am obliged to you for your intel-

  ligence, and will avail myself of it .”

  “You shall, Verney,” said he, “and if you continue of the same

  mind, I will facilitate your views. But first witness, I beseech you,

  the result of this night’s contest, and the triumph I am about to

  achieve, if I may so call it, while I fear that victory is to me defeat .

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  What can I do? My dearest hopes appear to be near their fulfilment.

  The ex-queen gives me Idris; Adrian is totally unfitted to succeed to

  the earldom, and that earldom in my hands becomes a kingdom . By

  the reigning God it is true; the paltry earldom of Windsor shall no

  longer content him, who will inherit the rights which must for ever

  appertain to the person who possesses it . The Countess can never

  forget that she has been a queen, and she disdains to leave a dimin-

  ished inheritance to her children; her power and my wit will rebuild

  the throne, and this brow will be clasped by a kingly diadem .—I can

  do this—I can marry Idris .”—-

  He stopped abruptly, his countenance darkened, and its expres-

  sion changed again and again under the influence of internal pas-

  sion . I asked, “Does Lady Idris love you?”

  “What a question,” replied he laughing . “She will of course, as I

  shall her, when we are married .”

  “You begin late,” said I, ironically, “marriage is usually consid-

  ered the grave, and not the cradle of love . So you are about to love

  her, but do not already?”

  “Do not catechise me, Lionel; I will do my duty by her, be as-

  sured . Love! I must steel my heart against that; expel it from its

  tower of strength, barricade it out: the fountain of love must cease to

  play, its waters be dried up, and all passionate thoughts attendant on

  it die—that is to say, the love which would rule me, not that which

  I rule . Idris is a gentle, pretty, sweet little girl; it is impossible not to

  have an affection for her, and I have a very sincere one; only do not

  speak of love —love, the tyrant and the tyrant-queller; love, until

  now my conqueror, now my slave; the hungry fire, the untameable

  beast, the fanged snake—no—no—I will have nothing to do with

  that love . Tell me, Lionel, do you consent that I should marry this

  young lady?”

  He bent his keen eyes upon me, and my uncontrollable heart

  swelled in my bosom . I replied in a calm voice—but how far from

  calm was the thought imaged by my still words—“Never!
I can

  never consent that Lady Idris should be united to one who does not

  love her .”

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  “Because you love her yourself .”

  “Your Lordship might have spared that taunt; I do not, dare not

  love her .”

  “At least,” he continued haughtily, “she does not love you . I

  would not marry a reigning sovereign, were I not sure that her heart

  was free . But, O, Lionel! a kingdom is a word of might, and gently

  sounding are the terms that compose the style of royalty . Were not

  the mightiest men of the olden times kings? Alexander was a king;

  Solomon, the wisest of men, was a king; Napoleon was a king; Cae-

  sar died in his attempt to become one, and Cromwell, the puritan

  and king-killer, aspired to regality . The father of Adrian yielded

  up the already broken sceptre of England; but I will rear the fallen

  plant, join its dismembered frame, and exalt it above all the flowers

  of the field.

  “You need not wonder that I freely discover Adrian’s abode . Do

  not suppose that I am wicked or foolish enough to found my pur-

  posed sovereignty on a fraud, and one so easily discovered as the

  truth or falsehood of the Earl’s insanity . I am just come from him .

  Before I decided on my marriage with Idris, I resolved to see him

  myself again, and to judge of the probability of his recovery .—He is

  irrecoverably mad .”

  I gasped for breath—

  “I will not detail to you,” continued Raymond, “the melancholy

  particulars . You shall see him, and judge for yourself; although I

  fear this visit, useless to him, will be insufferably painful to you . It

  has weighed on my spirits ever since . Excellent and gentle as he is

  even in the downfall of his reason, I do not worship him as you do,

  but I would give all my hopes of a crown and my right hand to boot,

  to see him restored to himself .”

  His voice expressed the deepest compassion: “Thou most unac-

  countable being,” I cried, “whither will thy actions tend, in all this

  maze of purpose in which thou seemest lost?”

  “Whither indeed? To a crown, a golden be-gemmed crown, I

  hope; and yet I dare not trust and though I dream of a crown and

  wake for one, ever and anon a busy devil whispers to me, that it is

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  but a fool’s cap that I seek, and that were I wise, I should trample on

  it, and take in its stead, that which is worth all the crowns of the east

  and presidentships of the west .”

  “And what is that?”

  “If I do make it my choice, then you shall know; at present I dare

  not speak, even think of it .”

  Again he was silent, and after a pause turned to me laughingly .

  When scorn did not inspire his mirth, when it was genuine gaiety

  that painted his features with a joyous expression, his beauty be-

  came super-eminent, divine. “Verney,” said he, “my first act when

  I become King of England, will be to unite with the Greeks, take

  Constantinople, and subdue all Asia . I intend to be a warrior, a con-

  queror; Napoleon’s name shall vail to mine; and enthusiasts, instead

  of visiting his rocky grave, and exalting the merits of the fallen,

  shall adore my majesty, and magnify my illustrious achievements .”

  I listened to Raymond with intense interest . Could I be other than

  all ear, to one who seemed to govern the whole earth in his grasping

  imagination, and who only quailed when he attempted to rule him-

  self . Then on his word and will depended my own happiness—the

  fate of all dear to me . I endeavoured to divine the concealed mean-

  ing of his words . Perdita’s name was not mentioned; yet I could

  not doubt that love for her caused the vacillation of purpose that

  he exhibited . And who was so worthy of love as my noble-minded

  sister? Who deserved the hand of this self-exalted king more than

  she whose glance belonged to a queen of nations? who loved him, as

  he did her; notwithstanding that disappointment quelled her passion,

  and ambition held strong combat with his .

  We went together to the House in the evening . Raymond, while

  he knew that his plans and prospects were to be discussed and de-

  cided during the expected debate, was gay and careless . An hum,

  like that of ten thousand hives of swarming bees, stunned us as we

  entered the coffee-room . Knots of politicians were assembled with

  anxious brows and loud or deep voices . The aristocratical party, the

  richest and most influential men in England, appeared less agitated

  than the others, for the question was to be discussed without their

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  interference. Near the fire was Ryland and his supporters. Ryland

  was a man of obscure birth and of immense wealth, inherited from

  his father, who had been a manufacturer . He had witnessed, when

  a young man, the abdication of the king, and the amalgamation of

  the two houses of Lords and Commons; he had sympathized with

  these popular encroachments, and it had been the business of his

  life to consolidate and encrease them. Since then, the influence of

  the landed proprietors had augmented; and at first Ryland was not

  sorry to observe the machinations of Lord Raymond, which drew

  off many of his opponent’s partizans . But the thing was now go-

  ing too far . The poorer nobility hailed the return of sovereignty, as

  an event which would restore them to their power and rights, now

  lost . The half extinct spirit of royalty roused itself in the minds of

  men; and they, willing slaves, self-constituted subjects, were ready

  to bend their necks to the yoke . Some erect and manly spirits still

  remained, pillars of state; but the word republic had grown stale to

  the vulgar ear; and many—the event would prove whether it was

  a majority— pined for the tinsel and show of royalty . Ryland was

  roused to resistance; he asserted that his sufferance alone had per-

  mitted the encrease of this party; but the time for indulgence was

  passed, and with one motion of his arm he would sweep away the

  cobwebs that blinded his countrymen .

  When Raymond entered the coffee-room, his presence was

  hailed by his friends almost with a shout . They gathered round him,

  counted their numbers, and detailed the reasons why they were now

  to receive an addition of such and such members, who had not yet

  declared themselves. Some trifling business of the House having

  been gone through, the leaders took their seats in the chamber; the

  clamour of voices continued, till Ryland arose to speak, and then

  the slightest whispered observation was audible. All eyes were fixed

  upon him as he stood—ponderous of frame, sonorous of voice,

  and with a manner which, though not graceful, was impressive . I

  turned from his marked, iron countenance to Raymond, whose face,

  veiled by a smile, would not betray his care; yet his lips quivered

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  somewhat, and his hand clasped the bench on which he sat, with a

  convulsive strength that made t
he muscles start again .

  Ryland began by praising the present state of the British empire .

  He recalled past years to their memory; the miserable contentions

  which in the time of our fathers arose almost to civil war, the abdica-

  tion of the late king, and the foundation of the republic . He described

  this republic; shewed how it gave privilege to each individual in the

  state, to rise to consequence, and even to temporary sovereignty .

  He compared the royal and republican spirit; shewed how the one

  tended to enslave the minds of men; while all the institutions of

  the other served to raise even the meanest among us to something

  great and good . He shewed how England had become powerful, and

  its inhabitants valiant and wise, by means of the freedom they en-

  joyed . As he spoke, every heart swelled with pride, and every cheek

  glowed with delight to remember, that each one there was English,

  and that each supported and contributed to the happy state of things

  now commemorated . Ryland’s fervour increased—his eyes lighted

  up—his voice assumed the tone of passion . There was one man,

  he continued, who wished to alter all this, and bring us back to our

  days of impotence and contention:—one man, who would dare ar-

  rogate the honour which was due to all who claimed England as

  their birthplace, and set his name and style above the name and style

  of his country . I saw at this juncture that Raymond changed colour;

  his eyes were withdrawn from the orator, and cast on the ground;

  the listeners turned from one to the other; but in the meantime the

  speaker’s voice filled their ears—the thunder of his denunciations

  influenced their senses. The very boldness of his language gave

  him weight; each knew that he spoke truth—a truth known, but not

  acknowledged . He tore from reality the mask with which she had

  been clothed; and the purposes of Raymond, which before had crept

  around, ensnaring by stealth, now stood a hunted stag—even at

  bay—as all perceived who watched the irrepressible changes of his

  countenance . Ryland ended by moving, that any attempt to re-erect

  the kingly power should be declared treason, and he a traitor who

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  should endeavour to change the present form of government . Cheers

  and loud acclamations followed the close of his speech .

 

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