Part 11 (2/2)
”My lord, wilt thou permit me to inquire somewhat of thy mercy?”
”Thou dost make me insolvent of such a quality when thy keen penetration doth not discover, without inquiry, its existence.” She was not daunted by his severe answer, but flushed slightly at his imperturbance.
”Then, if thou dost acknowledge thyself so pampered, I beg thou wilt conjoin to justice its semblance and forgive thy poor servant the penalty of death.”
”Ah! ah! and 'tis Christopher's cause thou art pleading. Happy Christopher!” he sighed deeply. ”If the King would thus condemn me, Mistress Penwick wouldst thou thus care for me?”
”The query is of that so premature 'twould be impossible to frame a reply,--hence I beg to continue converse upon an affair thoroughly elaborated and arranged.”
”'Twould grieve me to say at once 'nay'; for that would end at once for me these supreme moments in thy presence; however, I will repeat the adverb of negation with a rising inflection that thou mayst continue with amplification.”
”Dost thou mean to discontinue converse with me?”
”Nay, I beg not.”
”Then thou meanest thou wilt not forgive thy poor servant, and wilt impose such extreme penalty; and further importunities would be useless?”
”I forgive the dead all things.”
”My lord, he is not already dead?” and she fell from him aghast.
”Nay, but soon will be.”
Mistress Penwick saw no softening in Cedric's manner, and she became alarmed and threw some tenderness in her voice and spoke softly, that she might lead or manage her lord by gentleness and tact.
”My lord, do not look so cold and hard.” She drew nearer and her voice became more pleading. ”'Tis a little thing for thee to grant me this one desire. I beg with all my heart for thy servant's life.”
”Nay, I have given order for his despatch before sunset.”
”Nay, nay, my lord, I beg.” She came close to him and laid one hand caressingly upon the silver fastenings of his coat and he turned white and trembled and caught her hand within his own and bent down and pressed his lips to her fingers. She saw her advantage and followed it close.
”Wilt grant me this one thing, my lord, and I will hold myself--ready to--hear thy suit renewed--if thou so will it?” His voice vibrant and low with pa.s.sion he could hardly restrain, broke forth,--
”Kate, Kate, I could not call so base a life worthy of thy consideration, and I could not grant thee that 'twould sully thy sweet tongue to barter for.”
”Thou art most unrelenting, my lord!” The maid was angry for having offered her lord the privilege of renewing his suit; which he didn't seem inclined to do; and finding her pleadings were of no avail, and being angry and annoyed, she broke into tears, knowing of a certainty she would now have her way, even though her dignity was lowered.
Cedric could not stand and see her thus; he turned from her quickly and was about to leave her, when she called to him almost impatiently,--
”My lord, wilt grant his life until the morrow?” He hesitated, then turned and bowing low, murmured,
”Until the morrow, Kate,” and left the chamber.
CHAPTER IX
SIR JULIAN POMPHREY
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