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    the dowry of a queen."

    "Mock me not with your knee, my lord, while you plead to me the
    paternal commands, which, joined to other circumstances"--she
    paused, and sighed deeply--"leave me, perhaps, but little room for
    free will!"

    Imboldened by this answer, De Lacy, who had hitherto remained on
    his knee, rose gently, and assuming a seat beside the Lady
    Eveline, continued to press his suit,--not, indeed, in the
    language of passion, but of a plain-spoken man, eagerly urging a
    proposal on which his happiness depended. The vision of the
    miraculous image was, it may be supposed, uppermost in the mind of
    Eveline, who, tied down by the solemn vow she had made on that
    occasion, felt herself constrained to return evasive answers,
    where she might perhaps have given a direct negative, had her own
    wishes alone been to decide her reply.

    "You cannot," she said, "expect from me, my lord, in this my so
    recent orphan state, that I should come to a speedy determination
    upon an affair of such deep importance. Give me leisure of your
    nobleness for consideration with myself--for consultation with my
    friends."

    "Alas! fair Eveline," said the Baron, "do not be offended at my
    urgency. I cannot long delay setting forward on a distant and
    perilous expedition; and the short time left me for soliciting
    your favour, must be an apology for my importunity."

    "And is it in these circumstances, noble De Lacy, that you would
    encumber yourself with family ties?" asked the maiden, timidly.

    "I am God's soldier," said the Constable, "and He, in whose cause
    I fight in Palestine, will defend my wife in England."

    "Hear then my present answer, my lord," said Eveline Berenger,
    rising from her seat. "To-morrow I proceed to the Benedictine
    nunnery at Gloucester, where resides my honoured father's sister,
    who is Abbess of that reverend house. To her guidance I will
    commit myself in this matter."

    "A fair and maidenly resolution," answered De Lacy, who seemed, on
    his part, rather glad that the conference was abridged, "and, as I
    trust, not altogether unfavourable to the suit of your humble
    suppliant, since the good Lady Abbess hath been long my honoured
    friend." He then turned to Rose, who was about to attend her
    lady:--"Pretty maiden," he said, offering a chain of gold, "let
    this carcanet encircle thy neck, and buy thy good will."

    "My good will cannot be purchased, my lord," said Rose, putting
    back the gift which he proffered.

    "Your fair word, then," said the Constable, again pressing it upon
    her.

    "Fair words are easily bought," said Rose, still rejecting the
    chain, "but they are seldom worth the purchase-money."

    "Do you scorn my proffer, damsel?" said De Lacy: "it has graced
    the neck of a Norman count."

    "Give it to a Norman countess then, my lord," said the damsel; "I
    am plain Rose Flammock, the weaver's daughter. I keep my good word
    to go with my good will, and a latten chain will become me as well
    as beaten gold."

    "Peace, Rose," said her lady; "you are over malapert to talk thus
    to the Lord Constable.--And you, my lord," she continued, "permit
    me now to depart, since you are possessed of my answer to your
    present proposal. I regret it had not been of some less delicate
    nature, that by granting it at once, and without delay, I might
    have shown my sense of your services."

    The lady was handed forth by the Constable of Chester, with the
    same ceremony which had been observed at their entrance, and she
    returned to her own castle, sad and anxious in mind for the event
    of this important conference. She gathered closely round her the
    great mourning veil, that the alteration of her countenance might
    not be observed; and, without pausing to speak even to Father
    Aldrovand, she instantly withdrew to the privacy of her own bower.




    CHAPTER THE TWELFTH.


    Now all ye ladies of fair Scotland,
    And ladies of England that happy would prove,
    Marry never for houses, nor marry for land,
    Nor marry for nothing but only love.
    FAMILY QUARRELS.


    When the Lady Eveline had retired into her own private chamber,
    Rose Flammock followed her unbidden, and proffered her assistance
    in removing the large veil which she had worn while she was
    abroad; but the lady refused her permission, saying, "You are
    forward with service, maiden, when it is not required of you."

    "You are displeased with me, lady!" said Rose.

    "And if I am, I have cause," replied Eveline. "You know my
    difficulties--you know what my duty demands; yet, instead of
    aiding me to make the sacrifice, you render it more difficult."

    "Would I had influence to guide your path!" said Rose; "you should
    find it a smooth one--ay, an honest and straight one, to boot."

    "How mean you, maiden?" said Eveline.

    "I would have you," answered Rose, "recall the encouragement--the
    consent, I may almost call it, you have yielded to this proud
    baron. He is too great to be loved himself--too haughty to love
    you as you deserve. If you wed him, you wed gilded misery, and, it
    may be, dishonour as well as discontent."

    "Remember, damsel," answered Eveline Berenger, "his services
    towards us."

    "His services?" answered Rose. "He ventured his life for us;
    indeed, but so did every soldier in his host. And am I bound to
    wed any ruffling blade among them, because he fought when the
    trumpet sounded? I wonder what, is the meaning of their
    _devoir_, as they call it, when it shames them not to claim
    the highest reward woman can bestow, merely for discharging the
    duty of a gentleman, by a distressed creature. A gentleman, said
    I?--The coarsest boor in Flanders would hardly expect thanks for
    doing the duty of a man by women in such a case."

    "But my father's wishes?" said the young lady.

    "They had reference, without doubt, to the inclination of your
    father's daughter," answered the attendant. "I will not do my late
    noble lord--(may God assoilzie him!)--the injustice to suppose he
    would have urged aught in this matter which squared not with your
    free choice."

    "Then my vow--my fatal vow, as I had well nigh called it?" said
    Eveline. "May Heaven forgive me my ingratitude to my patroness!"

    "Even this shakes me not," said Rose; "I will never believe our
    Lady of Mercy would exact such a penalty for her protection, as to
    desire me to wed the man I could not love. She smiled, you say,
    upon your prayer. Go--lay at her feet these difficulties which
    oppress you, and see if she will not smile again. Or seek a
    dispensation from your vow--seek it at the expense of the half of
    your estate,--seek it at the expense of your whole property. Go a
    pilgrimage barefooted to Rome--do any thing but give your hand
    where you cannot give your heart."

    "You speak warmly, Rose," said Eveline, still sighing as she
    spoke.

    "Alas! my sweet lady, I have cause. Have I not seen a household
    where love was not--where, although there was worth and good will,
    and enough of the means of life, all was imbittered by regrets,
    which were not only vain, but criminal?"

    "Yet, methinks, Rose, a sense of what is due to ourselves and to
    others may, if listened to, guide and comfort us under such
    feelings even as thou hast described."

    "It will save us from sin, lady, but not from sorrow," answered
    Rose; "and wherefore should we, with our eyes open, rush into
    circumstances where duty must war with inclination?" Why row
    against wind and tide, when you may as easily take advantage of
    the breeze?"

    "Because the voyage of my life lies where winds and currents
    oppose me," answered Eveline. "It is my fate, Rose."

    "Not unless you make it such by choice," answered Rose. "Oh, could
    you but have seen the pale cheek, sunken eye, and dejected bearing
    of my poor mother!--I have said too much."

    "It was then your mother," said her young lady, "of whose unhappy
    wedlock you have spoken?"

    "It was--it was," said Rose, bursting into tears. "I have exposed
    my own shame to save you from sorrow. Unhappy she was, though most
    guiltless--so unhappy, that the breach of the dike, and the
    inundation in which she perished, were, but for my sake, to her
    welcome as night to the weary labourer. She had a heart like
    yours, formed to love and be loved; and it would be doing honour
    to yonder proud Baron, to say he had such worth as my father's.--
    Yet was she most unhappy. Oh! my sweet lady, be warned, and break
    off this ill-omened match!"

    Eveline returned the pressure with which the affectionate girl, as
    she clung to her hand, enforced her well-meant advice, and then
    muttered with a profound sigh,--"Rose, it is too late."

    "Never--never," said Rose, looking eagerly round the room. "Where
    are those writing materials?--Let me bring Father Aldrovand, and
    instruct him of your pleasure--or, stay, the good father hath
    himself an eye on the splendours of the world which he thinks he
    has abandoned--he will be no safe secretary.--I will go myself to
    the Lord Constable--_me_ his rank cannot dazzle, or his
    wealth bribe, or his power overawe. I will tell him he doth no
    knightly part towards you, to press his contract with your father
    in such an hour of helpless sorrow--no pious part, in delaying the
    execution of his vows for the purpose of marrying or giving in
    marriage--no honest part, to press himself on a maiden whose heart
    has not decided in his favour--no wise part, to marry one whom he
    must presently abandon, either to solitude, or to the dangers of a
    profligate court."

    "You have not courage for such an embassy, Rose," said her
    mistress, sadly smiling through her tears at her youthful
    attendant's zeal.

    "Not courage for it!--and wherefore not?--Try me," answered the
    Flemish maiden, in return. "I am neither Saracen nor Welshman--his
    lance and sword scare me not. I follow not his banner--his voice
    of command concerns me not. I could, with your leave, boldly tell
    him he is a selfish man, veiling with fair and honourable pretexts
    his pursuit of objects which concern his own pride and
    gratification, and founding high claims on having rendered the
    services which common humanity demanded. And all for what?--
    Forsooth the great De Lacy must have an heir to his noble house,
    and his fair nephew is not good enough to be his representative,
    because his mother was of Anglo-Saxon strain, and the real heir
    must be pure unmixed Norman; and for this, Lady Eveline Berenger,
    in the first bloom of youth, must be wedded to a man who might be
    her father, and who, after leaving her unprotected for years, will
    return in such guise as might beseem her grandfather!"

    "Since he is thus scrupulous concerning purity of lineage," said
    Eveline, "perhaps he may call to mind, what so good a herald as he
    is cannot fail to know--that I am of Saxon strain by my father's
    mother."

    "Oh," replied Rose, "he will forgive that blot in the heiress of
    the Garde Doloureuse."

    "Fie, Rose," answered her mistress, "thou dost him wrong in taxing
    him with avarice."

    "Perhaps so," answered Rose; "but he is undeniably ambitious; and
    Avarice, I have heard, is Ambition's bastard brother, though
    Ambition be sometimes ashamed of the relationship."

    "You speak too boldly, damsel," said Eveline; "and, while I
    acknowledge your affection, it becomes me to check your mode of
    expression."

    "Nay, take that tone, and I have done," said Rose.--"To Eveline,
    whom I love, and who loves me, I can speak freely--but to the Lady
    of the Garde Doloureuse, the proud Norman damsel, (which when you
    choose to be you can be,) I can curtsy as low as my station
    demands, and speak as little truth as she cares to hear."

    "Thou art a wild but a kind girl," said Eveline; "no one who did
    not know thee would think that soft and childish exterior covered
    such a soul of fire. Thy mother must indeed have been the being of
    feeling and passion you paint her; for thy father--nay, nay, never
    arm in his defence until he be attacked--I only meant to say, that
    his solid sense and sound judgment are his most distinguished
    qualities."

    "And I would you would avail yourself of them, lady," said Rose.

    "In fitting things I will; but he were rather an unmeet counsellor
    in that which we now treat of," said Eveline.

    "You mistake him," answered Rose Flammock, "and underrate his
    value. Sound judgment is like to the graduated measuring-wand,
    which, though usually applied only to coarser cloths, will give
    with equal truth the dimensions of Indian silk, or of cloth of
    gold."

    "Well--well--this affair presses not instantly at least," said the
    young lady. "Leave me now, Rose, and send Gillian the tirewoman
    hither--I have directions to give about the packing and removal of
    my wardrobe."

    "That Gillian the tirewoman hath been a mighty favourite of late,"
    said Rose; "time was when it was otherwise."

    "I like her manners as little as thou dost," said Eveline; "but
    she is old Raoul's wife--she was a sort of half favourite with my
    dear father--who, like other men, was perhaps taken by that very
    freedom which we think unseemly in persons of our sex; and then
    there is no other woman in the Castle that hath such skill in
    empacketing clothes without the risk of their being injured."

    "That last reason alone," said Rose, smiling, "is, I admit, an
    irresistible pretension to favour, and Dame Gillian shall
    presently attend you.--But take my advice, lady--keep her to her
    bales and her mails, and let her not prate to you on what concerns
    her not."

    So saying, Rose left the apartment, and her young lady looked
    after her in silence--then murmured to herself--"Rose loves me
    truly; but she would willingly be more of the mistress than the
    maiden; and then she is somewhat jealous of every other person
    that approaches me.--It is strange, that I have not seen Damian de
    Lacy since my interview with the Constable. He anticipates, I
    suppose, the chance of his finding in me a severe aunt!"

    But the domestics, who crowded for orders with reference to her
    removal early on the morrow, began now to divert the current of
    their lady's thoughts from the consideration of her own particular
    situation, which, as the prospect presented nothing pleasant, with
    the elastic spirit of youth, she willingly postponed till farther
    leisure.




    CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH


    Too much rest is rust,
    There's ever cheer in changing;
    We tyne by too much trust,
    So we'll be up and ranging.
    OLD SONG.


    Early on the subsequent morning, a gallant company, saddened
    indeed by the deep mourning which their principals wore, left the
    well-defended Castle of the Garde Doloureuse, which had been so
    lately the scene of such remarkable events.

    The sun was just beginning to exhale the heavy dews which had
    fallen during the night, and to disperse the thin gray mist which
    eddied around towers and battlements, when Wilkin Flammock, with
    six crossbowmen on horseback,

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