your sex, had art enough on our former meeting, to make thee hold thy tongue.'
'Believe what you will of it, my lord,' replied Zarah, 'it cannot change the truth.—And now, my lord, I bid you farewell. Have you any commands to Mauritania?'
'Tarry a little, my Princess,' said the Duke; 'and remember, that you have voluntarily entered yourself as pledge for another; and are justly subjected to any penalty which it is my pleasure to exact. None must brave Buckingham with impunity.'
'I am in no hurry to depart, if your Grace hath any commands for me.'
'What! are you neither afraid of my resentment, nor of my love, fair Zarah?' said the Duke.
'Of neither, by this glove,' answered the lady. 'Your resentment must be a pretty passion indeed, if it could stoop to such a helpless object as I am; and for your love—good lack! good lack!'
'And why good lack with such a tone of contempt, lady?' said the Duke, piqued in spite of himself. 'Think you Buckingham cannot love, or has never been beloved in return?'
'He may have thought himself beloved,' said the maiden; 'but by what slight creatures!—things whose heads could be rendered giddy by a playhouse rant—whose brains were only filled with red-heeled shoes and satin buskins—and who run altogether mad on the argument of a George and a star.'
'And are there no such frail fair ones in your climate, most scornful Princess?' said the Duke.
'There are,' said the lady; 'but men rate them as parrots and monkeys—things without either sense or soul, head or heart. The nearness we bear to the sun has purified, while it strengthens, our passions. The icicles of your frozen climate shall as soon hammer hot bars into ploughshares, as shall the foppery and folly of your pretended gallantry make an instant's impression on a breast like mine.'
'You speak like one who knows what passion is,' said the Duke. 'Sit down, fair lady, and grieve not that I detain you. Who can consent to part with a tongue of so much melody, or an eye of such expressive eloquence!— You have known then what it is to love?'
'I know—no matter if by experience, or through the report of others—but I do know, that to love, as I would love, would be to yield not an iota to avarice, not one inch to vanity, not to sacrifice the slightest feeling to interest or to ambition; but to give up all to fidelity of heart and reciprocal affection.'
'And how many women, think you, are capable of feeling such disinterested passion?'
'More, by thousands, than there are men who merit it,' answered Zarah. 'Alas! how often do you see the female, pale, and wretched, and degraded, still following with patient constancy the footsteps of some predominating tyrant, and submitting to all his injustice with the endurance of a faithful and misused spaniel, which prizes a look from his master, though the surliest groom that ever disgraced humanity, more than all the pleasure which the world besides can furnish him? Think what such would be to one who merited and repaid her devotion.'
'Perhaps the very reverse,' said the Duke; 'and for your simile, I can see little resemblance. I cannot charge my spaniel with any perfidy; but for my mistresses—to confess truth, I must always be in a cursed hurry if I would have the credit of changing them before they leave me.'
'And they serve you but rightly, my lord,' answered the lady; 'for what are you?—Nay, frown not; for you must hear the truth for once. Nature has done its part, and made a fair outside, and courtly education hath added its share. You are noble, it is the accident of birth—handsome, it is the caprice of Nature—generous, because to give is more easy than to refuse—well-apparelled, it is to the credit of your tailor—well-natured in the main, because you have youth and health—brave, because to be otherwise were to be degraded—and witty, because you cannot help it.'
The Duke darted a glance on one of the large mirrors. 'Noble, and handsome, and court-like, generous, well-attired, good-humoured, brave, and witty!—You allow me more, madam, than I have the slightest pretension to, and surely enough to make my way, at some point at least, to female favour.'
'I have neither allowed you a heart nor a head,' said Zarah calmly.—'Nay, never redden as if you would fly at me. I say not but nature may have given you both; but folly has confounded the one, and selfishness perverted the other. The man whom I call deserving the name is one whose thoughts and exertions are for others, rather than himself,—whose high purpose is adopted on just principles, and never abandoned while heaven or earth affords means of accomplishing it. He is one who will neither seek an indirect advantage by a specious road, nor take an evil path to gain a real good purpose. Such a man were one for whom a woman's heart should beat constant while he breathes, and break when he dies.'
She spoke with so much energy that the water sparkled in her eyes, and her cheek coloured with the vehemence of her feelings.
'You speak,' said the Duke, 'as if you had yourself a heart which could pay the full tribute to the merit which you describe so warmly.'
'And have I not?' said she, laying her hand on her bosom. 'Here beats one that would bear me out in what I have said, whether in life or in death.'
'Were it in my power,' said the Duke, who began to get farther interested in his visitor than he could at first have thought possible—'Were it in my power to deserve such faithful attachment, methinks it should be my care to requite it.'
'Your wealth, your titles, your reputation as a gallant—all you possess, were too little to merit such sincere affection.'
'Come, fair lady,' said the Duke, a good deal piqued, 'do not be quite so disdainful. Bethink you, that if your love be as pure as coined gold, still a poor fellow like myself may offer you an equivalent in silver—The quantity of my affection must make up for its quality.'
'But I am not carrying my affection to market, my lord; and therefore I need none of the base coin you offer in change for it.'
'How do I know that, my fairest?' said the Duke. 'This is the realm of Paphos—You have invaded it, with what purpose you best know; but I think with none consistent with your present assumption of cruelty. Come, come—eyes that are so intelligent can laugh with delight, as well as gleam with scorn and anger. You are here a waif on Cupid's manor, and I must seize on you in name of the deity.'
'Do not think of touching me, my lord,' said the lady. 'Approach me not, if you would hope to learn the purpose of my being here. Your Grace may suppose yourself a Solomon if you please, but I am no travelling princess, come from distant climes, either to flatter your pride, or wonder at your glory.'
'A defiance, by Jupiter!' said the Duke.
'You mistake the signal,' said the 'dark ladye'; 'I came not here without taking sufficient precautions for my retreat.'
'You mouth it bravely,' said the Duke; 'but never fortress so boasted its resources but the garrison had some thoughts of surrender. Thus I open the first parallel.'
They had been hitherto divided from each other by a long narrow table, which, placed in the recess of the large casement we have mentioned, had formed a sort of barrier on the lady's side, against the adventurous gallant. The Duke went hastily to remove it as he spoke; but, attentive to all his motions, his visitor instantly darted through the half-open window. Buckingham uttered a cry of horror and surprise, having no doubt, at first, that she had precipitated herself from a height of at least fourteen feet; for so far the window was distant from the ground. But when he sprung to the spot, he perceived, to his astonishment, that she had effected her descent with equal agility and safety.
The outside of this stately mansion was decorated with a quantity of carving, in the mixed state, betwixt the Gothic and Grecian styles, which marks the age of Elizabeth and her successor; and though the feat seemed a surprising one, the projections of these ornaments were sufficient to afford footing to a creature so light and active, even in her hasty descent.
Inflamed alike by mortification and curiosity, Buckingham at first entertained some thought of following her by the same dangerous route, and had actually got upon the sill of the window for that purpose; and was contemplating what might be his next safe movement, when, from a neighbouring thicket of shrubs, amongst which his visitor had disappeared, he heard her chant a verse of a comic song, then much in fashion, concerning a despairing lover who had recourse to a precipice—
