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He begged them to be seated also, but they only bowed their thanks or murmured them, and remained standing. The Lord St. John was announced, and after making obeisance to Tom, he said—. Will it please your royal highness to dismiss all that attend you here, save my lord the Earl of Hertford? Observing that Tom did not seem to know how to proceed, Hertford whispered him to make a sign with his hand, and not trouble himself to speak unless he chose.
When the waiting gentlemen had retired, Lord St. John said—.
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John made reverence and stood aside. Tom replied resignedly—. The King shall be obeyed. His lordship said—. Thou recallest it now?
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The two lords exchanged significant glances, and Hertford stepped quickly toward the door. As the young girls passed him, he said in a low voice—. Remember all thou canst— seem to remember all else. Art willing, sir, that I remain? In spite of every precaution, the conversation among the young people became a little embarrassing at times.
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More than once, in truth, Tom was near to breaking down and confessing himself unequal to his tremendous part; but the tact of the Princess Elizabeth saved him, or a word from one or the other of the vigilant lords, thrown in apparently by chance, had the same happy effect. Once the little Lady Jane turned to Tom and dismayed him with this question,—.
Tom hesitated, looked distressed, and was about to stammer out something at hazard, when Lord St.
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John took the word and answered for him with the easy grace of a courtier accustomed to encounter delicate difficulties and to be ready for them—. Tom mumbled something that stood for assent, but felt that he was getting upon dangerous ground. Somewhat later it was mentioned that Tom was to study no more at present, whereupon her little ladyship exclaimed—.
Thou wert proceeding bravely. Once the giddy little Lady Jane fired a simple Greek phrase at Tom. Time wore on pleasantly, and likewise smoothly, on the whole.
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Snags and sandbars grew less and less frequent, and Tom grew more and more at his ease, seeing that all were so lovingly bent upon helping him and overlooking his mistakes. There was a pause now, a sort of waiting silence which Tom could not understand. He glanced at Lord Hertford, who gave him a sign—but he failed to understand that also. The ready Elizabeth came to the rescue with her usual easy grace. She made reverence and said—. Give ye good den, and God be with ye! When the illustrious maidens were gone, Tom turned wearily to his keepers and said—.
He touched a bell, and a page appeared, who was ordered to desire the presence of Sir William Herbert. This gentleman came straightway, and conducted Tom to an inner apartment.
Next the tired captive sat down and was going to take off his buskins, timidly asking leave with his eye, but another silk-and-velvet discomforter went down upon his knees and took the office from him. He could not dismiss the former, so they stayed; he did not know enough to dismiss the latter, so they stayed also, to his vast regret—and theirs. They mused a while, with much head-shaking and walking the floor, then Lord St. The King is near his end; my nephew is mad—mad will mount the throne, and mad remain.
God protect England, since she will need it! The speaker hesitated, and finally stopped. He evidently felt that he was upon delicate ground. Lord Hertford stopped before him, looked into his face with a clear, frank eye, and said—. Misgivings as to what? But craving pardon if I do offend, seemeth it not strange that madness could so change his port and manner? My lord, be not offended, but ease my mind of its disquiet and receive my grateful thanks.
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Remember I am party to thy crime if I but listen. Betray me not, grant me this grace out of thy courtesy, and I will neither think nor speak of this thing more. Deal not hardly with me, sir, else am I ruined. So thou offend not again, here or in the ears of others, it shall be as though thou hadst not spoken. Madness can do all the odd conflicting things thou seest in him, and more. Give thy misgivings easement, good my lord. This is the very prince—I know him well—and soon will be thy king; it may advantage thee to bear this in mind, and more dwell upon it than the other.
After some further talk, in which the Lord St. John covered up his mistake as well as he could by repeated protests that his faith was thoroughly grounded now, and could not be assailed by doubts again, the Lord Hertford relieved his fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and ward alone. He was soon deep in meditation, and evidently the longer he thought, the more he was bothered. By-and-by he began to pace the floor and mutter. Will any be in all the land maintain there can be two, not of one blood and birth, so marvellously twinned? But lived ever an impostor yet, who, being called prince by the king, prince by the court, prince by all, denied his dignity and pleaded against his exaltation?
By the soul of St. Swithin, no! This is the true prince, gone mad! Somewhat after one in the afternoon, Tom resignedly underwent the ordeal of being dressed for dinner. He found himself as finely clothed as before, but everything different, everything changed, from his ruff to his stockings. He was presently conducted with much state to a spacious and ornate apartment, where a table was already set for one. Its furniture was all of massy gold, and beautified with designs which well-nigh made it priceless, since they were the work of Benvenuto. The room was half-filled with noble servitors.
The Taster to his highness the Prince of Wales was there also, prepared to taste any suspicious dish upon requirement, and run the risk of being poisoned. He was only an ornamental appendage at this time, and was seldom called upon to exercise his function; but there had been times, not many generations past, when the office of taster had its perils, and was not a grandeur to be desired.
Why they did not use a dog or a plumber seems strange; but all the ways of royalty are strange. Tom had three hundred and eighty-four servants beside these; but they were not all in that room, of course, nor the quarter of them; neither was Tom aware yet that they existed.
All those that were present had been well drilled within the hour to remember that the prince was temporarily out of his head, and to be careful to show no surprise at his vagaries. It was a heavy affliction to them to see the beloved prince so stricken.
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Poor Tom ate with his fingers mainly; but no one smiled at it, or even seemed to observe it. He inspected his napkin curiously, and with deep interest, for it was of a very dainty and beautiful fabric, then said with simplicity—.