Cantemir was at last able to be moved, and was brought to London, where he again tried to communicate with Sir John Penwick, but Buckingham intercepted all letters.  There also came word from the new Lord of Crandlemar, that he was about to take up his abode in England.  This made Ellswold uneasy and impatient; for he had not money sufficient to place his Duchess in his town house, had he been at liberty to do so, for the great place had not been kept in repair and it must be renovated according to her own ideas.  If his trial could only be at once and he could go for her and take her to Ellswold!  The King saw his unusual depression and gained from him a confession of his troubles, and without letting the Duke know, sent for the Duchess, who he said should remain at the palace until the Duke should be free to go.  When his Majesty told the Duke—­for he could not keep the secret—­the latter was grateful and felt it was the only alternative, and was much comforted that soon he should see and be with his Duchess, who, he had learned had regained her colour and was in good spirit.

“The King, not caring for the pomp and state his predecessors had assumed, was fond of exiling the formality practiced by a sovereign and taking on the easy manners of a companion.  He had lived, when in exile, upon a footing of equality with his banished nobles, and had partaken freely and promiscuously in the pleasures and frolics by which they had endeavoured to sweeten adversity.  He was led in this way to let distinction and ceremony fall to the ground as useless and foppish, and could not even on premeditation, it is said, act for a moment the part of a King either at parliament or council, either in words or gesture.  When he attended the House of Lords, he would descend from the throne and stand by the fire, drawing a crowd about him that broke up all regularity and order of the place.”  In this free and unrestrained way he had put his arm through the Duke’s and said confidently,—­

“The House of Ellswold shall be honoured in an unusual way; that at least should be a great comfort to thee; but I promise, no matter how the Council act in these matters of thine, thou shalt soon enjoy the comfort of thy new estate at Ellswold.”

CHAPTER XXIII

THE COCOANUTS OF THE KING’S CELLAR

Matters at Crandlemar were comparatively quiet.  There was nothing unusual, unless indeed it was the assiduousness of the young Duchess, who from morning until night ceased not to offer hecatombs for the safety and freedom of her lord.  She prayed, fasted and sacrificed for her every desire.  She gave alms, offering condolence and sympathy.  In her petitions she threw aside all contumely, calling the poorest, sister.  She allowed not her thoughts to go astray, striving continually for a pure and meek heart, begging forgiveness for her untowardness toward her husband.  Perhaps one of the most remarkable of her acts was the one performed at twilight—­discovered by Janet, the wise.