Frances and I walked over to the park, where we stood for a time watching
the Duke of York and John Churchill playing pall-mall, but the day
growing cold, we soon continued our walk over to the Serpentine, where we
found Tyrconnel and several other gentlemen riding. Tyrconnel dismounted
and, leading his horse, came to us. He took no notice of me, but bowed to
Frances, saying:--
"I hear it from the king himself that Mistress Jennings has been calling
on her friend, George Hamilton, at his lodgings in the Old Swan."
"And if so, is it a matter of which you have any right to speak?" asked
Frances, smiling.
"I have a right to withdraw the proposal of marriage I so foolishly
made," he retorted.
"Yes, my lord," answered Frances, laughing softly. "But you need not be
angry if I am not. How fortunate for me that I had not accepted." Then
turning to leave and looking back at him: "May we not still be friends,
my lord? You have friends at court who are as bad as I, even if what you
say be true. You say it is true; the king says it is true; therefore it
must be true. Two men so wise and honest could not be mistaken in so
small a matter, nor would they lie solely for the purpose of injuring a
woman. No, it must be true, my lord, and I congratulate you on your
timely withdrawal."
We had not taken fifty steps till Tyrconnel gave his horse to a boy and
came running after us, infinitely more eager to retract the withdrawal
than he had been to withdraw his proposal.
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