1. Of Greatness Intimately Viewed
"Ah, but they are beyond praise," said Cynthia Allonby, enraptured2, "and certainly you should have presented them to the Queen."
"Her majesty3 already possesses a cup of that ware," replied Lord Pevensey. "It was one of her New Year's gifts, from Robert Cecil. Hers is, I believe, not quite so fine as either of yours; but then, they tell me, there is not the like of this pair in England, nor indeed on the hither side of Cataia."
He set the two pieces of Chinese pottery4 upon the shelves in the south corner of the room. These cups were of that sea-green tint5 called celadon, with a very wonderful glow and radiance. Such oddities were the last vogue6 at Court; and Cynthia could not but speculate as to what monstrous7 sum Lord Pevensey had paid for this his last gift to her.
Now he turned, smiling, a really superb creature in his blue and gold.
"I had to-day another message from the Queen—"
"George," Cynthia said, with fond concern, "it frightens me to see you thus foolhardy, in tempting8 alike the Queen's anger and the Plague."
"Eh, as goes the Plague, it spares nine out of ten," he answered, lightly. "The Queen, I grant you, is another pair of sleeves, for an irritated Tudor spares nobody."
But Cynthia Allonby kept silence, and did not exactly smile, while she appraised9 her famous young kinsman10. She was flattered by, and a little afraid of, the gay self-confidence which led anybody to take such chances. Two weeks ago it was that the terrible painted old Queen had named Lord Pevensey to go straightway into France, where, rumor11 had it, King Henri was preparing to renounce12 the Reformed Religion, and making his peace with the Pope: and for two weeks Pevensey had lingered, on one pretence13 or another, at his house in London, with the Plague creeping about the city like an invisible incalculable flame, and the Queen asking questions at Windsor. Of all the monarchs15 that had ever reigned16 in England, Elizabeth Tudor was the least used to having her orders disregarded. Meanwhile Lord Pevensey came every day to the Marquis of Falmouth's lodgings17 at Deptford: and every day Lord Pevensey pointed18 out to the marquis' daughter that Pevensey, whose wife had died in childbirth a year back, did not intend to go into France, for nobody could foretell19 how long a stay, as a widower20. Certainly it was all very flattering….
"Yes, and you would be an excellent match," said Cynthia, aloud, "if that were all. And yet, what must I reasonably expect in marrying, sir, the famous Earl of Pevensey?"
"A great deal of love and petting, my dear. And if there were anything else to which you had a fancy, I would get it for you."
Her glance went to those lovely cups and lingered fondly. "Yes, dear Master Generosity21, if it could be purchased or manufactured, you would get it for me—"
"If it exists I will get it for you," he declared.
"I think that it exists. But I am not learned enough to know what it is. George, if I married you I would have money and fine clothes and gilded22 coaches, and an army of maids and pages, and honor from all men. And you would be kind to me, I know, when you returned from the day's work at Windsor—or Holyrood or the Louvre. But do you not see that I would always be to you only a rather costly23 luxury, like those cups, which the Queen's minister could afford to keep for his hours of leisure?"
He answered: "You are all in all to me. You know it. Oh, very well do you know and abuse your power, you adorable and lovely baggage, who have kept me dancing attendance for a fortnight, without ever giving me an honest yes or no." He gesticulated. "Well, but life is very dull in Deptford village, and it amuses you to twist a Queen's adviser24 around your finger! I see it plainly, you minx, and I acquiesce25 because it delights me to give you pleasure, even at the cost of some dignity. Yet I may no longer shirk the Queen's business,—no, not even to amuse you, my dear."
"You said you had heard from her—again?"
"I had this morning my orders, under Gloriana's own fair hand, either to depart to-morrow into France or else to come to-morrow to Windsor. I need not say that in the circumstances I consider France the more wholesome26."
Now the girl's voice was hurt and wistful. "So, for the thousandth time, is it proven the Queen's business means more to you than I do. Yes, certainly it is just as I said, George."
He observed, unruffled: "My dear, I scent27 unreason. This is a high matter. If the French King compounds with Rome, it means war for Protestant England. Even you must see that."
She replied, sadly: "Yes, even I! oh, certainly, my lord, even a half-witted child of seventeen can perceive as much as that."
"I was not speaking of half-witted persons, as I remember. Well, it chances that I am honored by the friendship of our gallant28 Bearnais, and am supposed to have some claim upon him, thanks to my good fortune last year in saving his life from the assassin Barriere. It chances that I may perhaps become, under providence29, the instrument of preserving my fellow countrymen from much grief and trumpet-sounding and throat-cutting. Instead of pursuing that chance, two weeks ago—as was my duty—I have dangled30 at your apron-strings, in the vain hope of softening31 the most variable and hardest heart in the world. Now, clearly, I have not the right to do that any longer."
She admired the ennobled, the slightly rapt look which, she knew, denoted that George Bulmer was doing his duty as he saw it, even in her disappointment. "No, you have not the right. You are wedded33 to your statecraft, to your patriotism34, to your self-advancement, or christen it what you will. You are wedded, at all events, to your man's business. You have not the time for such trifles as giving a maid that foolish and lovely sort of wooing to which every maid looks forward in her heart of hearts. Indeed, when you married the first time it was a kind of infidelity; and I am certain that poor, dear mouse-like Mary must have felt that often and over again. Why, do you not see, George, even now, that your wife will always come second to your real love?"
"In my heart, dear sophist, you will always come first. But it is not permitted that any loyal gentleman devote every hour of his life to sighing and making sonnets35, and to the general solacing36 of a maid's loneliness in this dull little Deptford. Nor would you, I am sure, desire me to do so."
"I hardly know what I desire," she told him ruefully. "But I know that when you talk of your man's business I am lonely and chilled and far away from you. And I know that I cannot understand more than half your fine high notions about duty and patriotism and serving England and so on," the girl declared: and she flung wide her lovely little hands, in a despairing gesture. "I admire you, sir, when you talk of England. It makes you handsomer—yes, even handsomer!—somehow. But all the while I am remembering that England is just an ordinary island inhabited by a number of ordinary persons, for the most of whom I have no particular feeling one way or the other."
Pevensey looked down at her for a while with queer tenderness. Then he smiled. "No, I could not quite make you understand, my dear. But, ah, why fuddle that quaint37 little brain by trying to understand such matters as lie without your realm? For a woman's kingdom is the home, my dear, and her throne is in the heart of her husband—"
"All this is but another way of saying your lordship would have us cups upon a shelf," she pointed out—"in readiness for your leisure."
He shrugged38, said "Nonsense!" and began more lightly to talk of other matters. Thus and thus he would do in France, such and such trinkets he would fetch back—"as toys for the most whimsical, the loveliest, and the most obstinate39 child in all the world," he phrased it. And they would be married, Pevensey declared, in September: nor (he gaily40 said) did he propose to have any further argument about it. Children should be seen—the proverb was dusty, but it particularly applied41 to pretty children.
Cynthia let him talk. She was just a little afraid of his self-confidence, and of this tall nobleman's habit of getting what he wanted, in the end: but she dispiritedly felt that Pevensey had failed her. Why, George Bulmer treated her as if she were a silly infant; and his want of her, even in that capacity, was a secondary matter: he was going into France, for all his petting talk, and was leaving her to shift as she best might, until he could spare the time to resume his love-making….
2. What Comes of Scribbling42
Now when Pevensey had gone the room seemed darkened by the withdrawal43 of so much magnificence. Cynthia watched from the window as the tall earl rode away, with three handsomely clad retainers. Yes, George was very fine and admirable, no doubt of it: even so, there was relief in the reflection that for a month or two she was rid of him.
Turning, she faced a lean, dishevelled man, who stood by the Magdalen tapestry44 scratching his chin. He had unquiet bright eyes, this out-at-elbows poet whom a marquis' daughter was pleased to patronize, and his red hair was unpardonably tousled. Nor were his manners beyond reproach, for now, without saying anything, he, too, went to the window. He dragged one foot a little as he walked.
"So my lord Pevensey departs! Look how he rides in triumph! like lame14 Tamburlaine, with Techelles and Usumcasane and Theridamas to attend him, and with the sunset turning the dust raised by their horses' hoofs45 into a sort of golden haze46 about them. It is a beautiful world. And truly, Mistress Cyn," the poet said, reflectively, "that Pevensey is a very splendid ephemera. If not a king himself, at least he goes magnificently to settle the affairs of kings. Were modesty47 not my failing, Mistress Cyn, I would acclaim48 you as strangely lucky, in being beloved by two fine fellows that have not their like in England."
"But, Lord, how seriously Pevensey takes it all! and takes himself in particular! Why, there departs from us, in befitting state, a personage whose opinion as to every topic in the world is written legibly in the carriage of those fine shoulders, even when seen from behind and from so considerable a distance. And in not one syllable51 do any of these opinions differ from the opinions of his great-great-grandfathers. Oho, and hark to Deptford! now all the oafs in the Corn-market are cheering this bulwark52 of Protestant England, this rising young hero of a people with no nonsense about them. Yes, it is a very quaint and rather splendid ephemera."
The daughter of a marquis could not quite approve of the way in which this shoemaker's son, however talented, railed at his betters. "Pevensey will be the greatest man in these kingdoms some day. Indeed, Kit Marlowe, there are those who say he is that much already."
"Oh, very probably! Still, I am puzzled by human greatness. A century hence what will he matter, this Pevensey? His ascent53 and his declension will have been completed, and his foolish battles and treaties will have given place to other foolish battles and treaties, and oblivion will have swallowed this glistening54 bluebottle, plumes55 and fine lace and stately ruff and all. Why, he is but an adviser to the queen of half an island, whereas my Tamburlaine was lord of all the golden ancient East: and what does my Tamburlaine matter now, save that he gave Kit Marlowe the subject of a drama? Hah, softly though! for does even that very greatly matter? Who really cares to-day about what scratches were made upon wax by that old Euripides, the latchet of whose sandals I am not worthy56 to unloose? No, not quite worthy, as yet!"
And thereupon the shabby fellow sat down in the tall leather-covered chair which Pevensey had just vacated: and this Marlowe nodded his flaming head portentously57. "Hoh, look you, I am displeased58, Mistress Cyn, I cannot lend my approval to this over-greedy oblivion that gapes59 for all. No, it is not a satisfying arrangement, that I should teeter insecurely through the void on a gob of mud, and be expected by and by to relinquish60 even that crazy foothold. Even for Kit Marlowe death lies in wait! and it may be, not anything more after death, not even any lovely words to play with. Yes, and this Marlowe may amount to nothing, after all: and his one chance of amounting to that which he intends may be taken away from him at any moment!"
He touched the breast of a weather-beaten doublet. He gave her that queer twisted sort of smile which the girl could not but find attractive, somehow. He said: "Why, but this heart thumping61 here inside me may stop any moment like a broken clock. Here is Euripides writing better than I: and here in my body, under my hand, is the mechanism62 upon which depend all those masterpieces that are to blot63 the Athenian from the reckoning, and I have no control of it!"
"Indeed, I fear that you control few things," she told him, "and that least of all do you control your taste for taverns64 and bad women. Oh, I hear tales of you!" And Cynthia raised a reproving forefinger66.
"True tales, no doubt." He shrugged. "Lacking the moon he vainly cried for, the child learns to content himself with a penny whistle."
"Ah, but the moon is far away," the girl said, smiling—"too far to hear the sound of human crying: and besides, the moon, as I remember it, was never a very amorous67 goddess—"
"Just so," he answered: "also she was called Cynthia, and she, too, was beautiful."
"Yet is it the heart that cries to me, my poet?" she asked him, softly, "or just the lips?"
"Oh, both of them, most beautiful and inaccessible68 of goddesses." Then Marlowe leaned toward her, laughing and shaking that disreputable red head. "Still, you are very foolish, in your latest incarnation, to be wasting your rays upon carpet earls who will not outwear a century. Were modesty not my failing, I repeat, I could name somebody who will last longer. Yes, and—if but I lacked that plaguey virtue—I would advise you to go a-gypsying with that nameless somebody, so that two manikins might snatch their little share of the big things that are eternal, just as the butterfly fares intrepidly69 and joyously70, with the sun for his torchboy, through a universe wherein thought cannot estimate the unimportance of a butterfly, and wherein not even the chaste72 moon is very important. Yes, certainly I would advise you to have done with this vanity of courts and masques, of satins and fans and fiddles73, this dallying74 with tinsels and bright vapors75; and very movingly I would exhort76 you to seek out Arcadia, travelling hand in hand with that still nameless somebody." And of a sudden the restless man began to sing.
Sang Kit Marlowe:
_"Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
"And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
But the girl shook her small, wise head decisively. "That is all very fine, but, as it happens, there is no such place as this Arcadia, where people can frolic in perpetual sunlight the year round, and find their food and clothing miraculously78 provided. No, nor can you, I am afraid, give me what all maids really, in their heart of hearts, desire far more than any sugar-candy Arcadia. Oh, as I have so often told you, Kit, I think you love no woman. You love words. And your seraglio is tenanted by very beautiful words, I grant you, though there is no longer any Sestos builded of agate79 and crystal, either, Kit Marlowe. For, as you may perceive, sir, I have read all that lovely poem you left with me last Thursday—"
She saw how interested he was, saw how he almost smirked80. "Aha, so you think it not quite bad, eh, the conclusion of my Hero and Leander?"
"It is your best. And your middlemost, my poet, is better than aught else in English," she said, politely, and knowing how much he delighted to hear such remarks.
"Come, I retract81 my charge of foolishness, for you are plainly a wench of rare discrimination. And yet you say I do not love you! Cynthia, you are beautiful, you are perfect in all things. You are that heavenly Helen of whom I wrote, some persons say, acceptably enough. How strange it was I did not know that Helen was dark-haired and pale! for certainly yours is that immortal82 loveliness which must be served by poets in life and death."
"And I wonder how much of these ardors," she thought, "is kindled83 by my praise of his verses?" She bit her lip, and she regarded him with a hint of sadness. She said, aloud: "But I did not, after all, speak to Lord Pevensey concerning the printing of your poem. Instead, I burned your Hero and Leander."
She saw him jump, as under a whip-lash. Then he smiled again, in that wry84 fashion of his. "I lament85 the loss to letters, for it was my only copy. But you knew that."
"Yes, Kit, I knew it was your only copy."
"Oho! and for what reason did you burn it, may one ask?"
"I thought you loved it more than you loved me. It was my rival, I thought—" The girl was conscious of remorse86, and yet it was remorse commingled87 with a mounting joy.
Then Cynthia no longer doubted, but gave a joyous71 little sobbing90 laugh, for the love of her disreputable dear poet was sustaining the stringent91 testing she had devised. She touched his freckled92 hand caressingly93, and her face was as no man had ever seen it, and her voice, too, caressed94 him.
"Ah, you have made me the happiest of women, Kit! Kit, I am almost disappointed in you, though, that you do not grieve more for the loss of that beautiful poem."
His smiling did not waver; yet the lean, red-haired man stayed motionless. "Why, but see how lightly I take the destruction of my life-work in this, my masterpiece! For I can assure you it was a masterpiece, the fruit of two years' toil95 and of much loving repolishment—"
"Ah, but you love me better than such matters, do you not?" she asked him, tenderly. "Kit Marlowe, I adore you! Sweetheart, do you not understand that a woman wants to be loved utterly96 and entirely97? She wants no rivals, not even paper rivals. And so often when you talked of poetry I have felt lonely and chilled and far away from you, and I have been half envious98, dear, of your Heros and Helens and your other good-for-nothing Greek minxes. But now I do not mind them at all. And I will make amends99, quite prodigal100 amends, for my naughty jealousy101: and my poet shall write me some more lovely poems, so he shall—"
He said: "You fool!"
And she drew away from him, for this man was no longer smiling.
"You burned my Hero and Leander! You! you big-eyed fool! You lisping idiot! you wriggling102, cuddling worm! you silken bag of guts103! had not even you the wit to perceive it was immortal beauty which would have lived long after you and I were stinking104 dirt? And you, a half-witted animal, a shining, chattering105 parrot, lay claws to it!" Marlowe had risen in a sort of seizure106, in a condition which was really quite unreasonable107 when you considered that only a poem was at stake, even a rather long poem.
And Cynthia began to smile, with tremulous hurt-looking young lips. "So my poet's love is very much the same as Pevensey's love! And I was right, after all."
"Oh, oh!" said Marlowe, "that ever a poet should love a woman! What jokes does the lewd108 flesh contrive109!" Of a sudden he was calmer; and then rage fell away from him like a dropped cloak, and he viewed her as with respectful wonder. "Why, but you sitting there, with goggling110 innocent bright eyes, are an allegory of all that is most droll111 and tragic112. Yes, and indeed there is no reason to blame you. It is not your fault that every now and then is born a man who serves an idea which is to him the most important thing in the world. It is not your fault that this man perforce inhabits a body to which the most important thing in the world is a woman. Certainly it is not your fault that this compost makes yet another jumble113 of his two desires, and persuades himself that the two are somehow allied114. The woman inspires, the woman uplifts, the woman strengthens him for his high work, saith he! Well, well, perhaps there are such women, but by land and sea I have encountered none of them."
All this was said while Marlowe shuffled115 about the room, with bent116 shoulders, and nodding his tousled red head, and limping as he walked. Now Marlowe turned, futile117 and shabby looking, just where a while ago Lord Pevensey had loomed118 resplendent. Again she saw the poet's queer, twisted, jeering119 smile.
"What do you care for my ideals? What do you care for the ideals of that tall earl whom for a fortnight you have held from his proper business? or for the ideals of any man alive? Why, not one thread of that dark hair, not one snap of those white little fingers, except when ideals irritate you by distracting a man's attention from Cynthia Allonby. Otherwise, he is welcome enough to play with his incomprehensible toys."
He jerked a thumb toward the shelves behind him.
"Oho, you virtuous120 pretty ladies! what all you value is such matters as those cups: they please the eye, they are worth sound money, and people envy you the possession of them. So you cherish your shiny mud cups, and you burn my Hero and Leander: and I declaim all this dull nonsense over the ashes of my ruined dreams, thinking at bottom of how pretty you are, and of how much I would like to kiss you. That is the real tragedy, the immemorial tragedy, that I should still hanker after you, my Cynthia—"
His voice dwelt tenderly upon her name. His fever-haunted eyes were tender, too, for just a moment. Then he grimaced121.
"No, I was wrong—the tragedy strikes deeper. The root of it is that there is in you and in all your glittering kind no malice122, no will to do harm nor to hurt anything, but just a bland123 and invincible124 and, upon the whole, a well-meaning stupidity, informing a bright and soft and delicately scented125 animal. So you work ruin among those men who serve ideals, not foreplanning ruin, not desiring to ruin anything, not even having sufficient wit to perceive the ruin when it is accomplished126. You are, when all is done, not even detestable, not even a worthy peg127 whereon to hang denunciatory sonnets, you shallow-pated pretty creatures whom poets—oh, and in youth all men are poets!—whom poets, now and always, are doomed128 to hanker after to the detriment129 of their poesy. No, I concede it: you kill without pre-meditation, and without ever suspecting your hands to be anything but stainless130. So in logic131 I must retract all my harsh words; and I must, without any hint of reproach, endeavor to bid you a somewhat more civil farewell."
She had regarded him, throughout this preposterous132 and uncalled-for harangue133, with sad composure, with a forgiving pity. Now she asked him, very quietly, "Where are you going, Kit?"
"To the Golden Hind50, O gentle, patient and unjustly persecuted134 virgin135 martyr136!" he answered, with an exaggerated bow—"since that is the part in which you now elect to posture137."
"But certainly I intend in that tavern65 to get tipsy as quickly as possible: for then the first woman I see will for the time become the woman whom I desire, and who exists nowhere." And with that the red-haired man departed, limping and singing as he went to look for a trull in a pot-house.
Sang Kit Marlowe:
_"And I will make her beds of roses
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered140 all with leaves of myrtle.
"A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
3. Economics of Egeria
She sat quite still when Marlowe had gone.
"He will get drunk again," she thought despondently143. "Well, and why should it matter to me if he does, after all that outrageous144 ranting145? He has been unforgivably insulting—Oh, but none the less, I do not want to have him babbling146 of the roses and gold of that impossible fairy world which the poor, frantic147 child really believes in, to some painted woman of the town who will laugh at him. I loathe148 the thought of her laughing at him—and kissing him! His notions are wild foolishness; but I at least wish that they were not foolishness, and that hateful woman will not care one way or the other."
So Cynthia sighed, and to comfort her forlorn condition fetched a hand-mirror from the shelves whereon glowed her green cups. She touched each cup caressingly in passing; and that which she found in the mirror, too, she regarded not unappreciatively, from varying angles…. Yes, after all, dark hair and a pale skin had their advantages at a court where pink and yellow women were so much the fashion as to be common. Men remembered you more distinctively149.
Though nobody cared for men, in view of their unreasonable behavior, and their absolute self-centeredness…. Oh, it was pitiable, it was grotesque150, she reflected sadly, how Pevensey and Kit Marlowe had both failed her, after so many pretty speeches.
Still, there was a queer pleasure in being wooed by Kit: his insane notions went to one's head like wine. She would send Meg for him again to-morrow. And Pevensey was, of course, the best match imaginable…. No, it would be too heartless to dismiss George Buhner outright151. It was unreasonable of him to desert her because a Gascon threatened to go to mass: but, after all, she would probably marry George, in the end. He was really almost unendurably silly, though, about England and freedom and religion and right and wrong and things like that. Yes, it would be tedious to have a husband who often talked to you as though he were addressing a public assemblage…. Yet, he was very handsome, particularly in his highflown and most tedious moments; that year-old son of his was sickly, and would probably die soon, the sweet forlorn little pet, and not be a bother to anybody: and her dear old father would be profoundly delighted by the marriage of his daughter to a man whose wife could have at will a dozen céladon cups, and anything else she chose to ask for….
But now the sun had set, and the room was growing quite dark. So Cynthia stood a-tiptoe, and replaced the mirror upon the shelves, setting it upright behind those wonderful green cups which had anew reminded her of Pevensey's wealth and generosity. She smiled a little, to think of what fun it had been to hold George back, for two whole weeks, from discharging that horrible old queen's stupid errands.
4. Treats Philosophically152 of Breakage
The door opened. Stalwart young Captain Edward Musgrave came with a lighted candle, which he placed carefully upon the table in the room's centre.
He said: "They told me you were here. I come from London. I bring news for you."
"You bring no pleasant tidings, I fear—"
"As Lord Pevensey rode through the Strand153 this afternoon, on his way home, the Plague smote154 him. That is my sad news. I grieve to bring such news, for your cousin was a worthy gentleman and universally respected."
"Ah," Cynthia said, very quiet, "so Pevensey is dead. But the Plague kills quickly!"
"Yes, yes, that is a comfort, certainly. Yes, he turned quite black in the face, they report, and before his men could reach him had fallen from his horse. It was all over almost instantly. I saw him afterward155, hardly a pleasant sight. I came to you as soon as I could. I was vexatiously detained—"
"So George Bulmer is dead, in a London gutter156! It seems strange, because he was here, befriended by monarchs, and very strong and handsome and self-confident, hardly two hours ago. Is that his blood upon your sleeve?"
"But of course not! I told you I was vexatiously detained, almost at your gates. Yes, I had the ill luck to blunder into a disgusting business. The two rapscallions tumbled out of a doorway157 under my horse's very nose, egad! It was a near thing I did not ride them down. So I stopped, naturally. I regretted stopping, afterward, for I was too late to be of help. It was at the Golden Hind, of course. Something really ought to be done about that place. Yes, and that rogue158 Marler bled all over a new doublet, as you see. And the Deptford constables159 held me with their foolish interrogatories—"
"So one of the fighting men was named Marlowe! Is he dead, too, dead in another gutter?"
"Marlowe or Marler, or something of the sort—wrote plays and sonnets and such stuff, they tell me. I do not know anything about him—though, I give you my word, now, those greasy160 constables treated me as though I were a noted32 frequenter of pot-houses. That sort of thing is most annoying. At all events, he was drunk as David's sow, and squabbling over, saving your presence, a woman of the sort one looks to find in that abominable161 hole. And so, as I was saying, this other drunken rascal162 dug a knife into him—"
But now, to Captain Musgrave's discomfort163, Cynthia Allonby had begun to weep heartbrokenly.
So he cleared his throat, and he patted the back of her hand. "It is a great shock to you, naturally—oh, most naturally, and does you great credit. But come now, Pevensey is gone, as we must all go some day, and our tears cannot bring him back, my dear. We can but hope he is better off, poor fellow, and look on it as a mysterious dispensation and that sort of thing, my dear—"
"Oh, Ned, but people are so cruel! People will be saying that it was I who kept poor Cousin George in London this past two weeks, and that but for me he would have been in France long ago! And then the Queen, Ned!—why, that pig-headed old woman will be blaming it on me, that there is nobody to prevent that detestable French King from turning Catholic and dragging England into new wars, and I shall not be able to go to any of the Court dances! nor to the masques!" sobbed164 Cynthia, "nor anywhere!"
"Now you talk tender-hearted and angelic nonsense. It is noble of you to feel that way, of course. But Pevensey did not take proper care of himself, and that is all there is to it. Now I have remained in London since the Plague's outbreak. I stayed with my regiment165, naturally. We have had a few deaths, of course. People die everywhere. But the Plague has never bothered me. And why has it never bothered me? Simply because I was sensible, took the pains to consult an astrologer, and by his advice wear about my neck, night and day, a bag containing tablets of toads166' blood and arsenic167. It is an infallible specific for men born in February. No, not for a moment do I wish to speak harshly of the dead, but sensible persons cannot but consider Lord Pevensey's death to have been caused by his own carelessness."
"Now, certainly that is true," the girl said, brightening. "It was really his own carelessness and his dear lovable rashness. And somebody could explain it to the Queen. Besides, I often think that wars are good for the public spirit of a nation, and bring out its true manhood. But then it upset me, too, a little, Ned, to hear about this Marlowe—for I must tell you that I knew the poor man, very slightly. So I happen to know that to-day he flung off in a rage, and began drinking, because somebody, almost by pure chance, had burned a packet of his verses—"
Thereupon Captain Musgrave raised heavy eyebrows168, and guffawed169 so heartily170 that the candle flickered171. "To think of the fellow's putting it on that plea! when he could so easily have written some more verses. That is the trouble with these poets, if you ask me: they are not practical even in their ordinary everyday lying. No, no, the truth of it was that the rogue wanted a pretext172 for making a beast of himself, and seized the first that came to hand. Egad, my dear, it is a daily practise with these poets. They hardly draw a sober breath. Everybody knows that."
Cynthia was looking at him in the half-lit room with very flattering admiration…. Seen thus, with her scarlet173 lips a little parted—disclosing pearls,—and with her naive174 dark eyes aglow175, she was quite incredibly pretty and caressable. She had almost forgotten until now that this stalwart soldier, too, was in love with her. But now her spirits were rising venturously, and she knew that she liked Ned Musgrave. He had sensible notions; he saw things as they really were, and with him there would never be any nonsense about toplofty ideas. Then, too, her dear old white-haired father would be pleased, because there was a very fair estate….
So Cynthia said: "I believe you are right, Ned. I often wonder how they can be so lacking in self-respect. Oh, I am certain you must be right, for it is just what I felt without being able quite to express it. You will stay for supper with us, of course. Yes, but you must, because it is always a great comfort for me to talk with really sensible persons. I do not wonder that you are not very eager to stay, though, for I am probably a fright, with my eyes red, and with my hair all tumbling down, like an old witch's. Well, let us see what can be done about it, sir! There was a hand-mirror—"
And thus speaking, she tripped, with very much the reputed grace of a fairy, toward the far end of the room, and standing176 a-tiptoe, groped at the obscure shelves, with a resultant crash of falling china.
"Oh, but my lovely cups!" said Cynthia, in dismay. "I had forgotten they were up there: and now I have smashed both of them, in looking for my mirror, sir, and trying to prettify myself for you. And I had so fancied them, because they had not their like in England!"
She looked at the fragments, and then at Musgrave, with wide, innocent hurt eyes. She was really grieved by the loss of her quaint toys. But Musgrave, in his sturdy, common-sense way, only laughed at her seriousness over such kickshaws.
"I am for an honest earthenware177 tankard myself!" he said, jovially178, as the two went in to supper.
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"Tell me where is fancy bred Or in the heart or in the head? How begot179, how nourished?… Then let us all ring fancy's knell180."
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pottery
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kinsman
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modesty
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relinquish
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thumping
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