The Fool Errant eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 418 pages of information about The Fool Errant.

The Fool Errant eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 418 pages of information about The Fool Errant.
Trivial as it may seem, and does, at this time of writing, I must record an instance of it, the last I was to exhibit in England.  Never vicious, I may sincerely say convinced, rather, that women are as far above our spiritual as they are fatally within our material reach, it was by my conduct to a woman that I fell into a way of life which nobody could have anticipated.  In my twentieth year, in a moment of youthful ardour, I kissed Betty Coy, our dairymaid, over the cheese-press, and was as immediately and as utterly confounded as she was.  I remember the moment, I remember her, a buxom, fresh-coloured young woman, rosy red, her sleeves above her elbows, her “La, Mr. Francis, what next?”—­I remember all, even to my want of breath, suddenly cooled passion, perplexity and flight.  It is a moot point whether that last was the act of a coward, but I can never allow it to be said that in what followed I showed a want of courage.  I devoted a day and night to solitary meditation; no knight errant of old, watching his arms under the moon, prayed more earnestly than I; and when I had fully made up my mind to embrace what honour demanded of me, I sought out the girl, who was again in the dairy, and in solemn form, upon my knees, offered her my hand.  Father Danvers, walking the terrace, was an accidental witness of my declaration, and very properly told my father.  Betty Coy, unfortunate girl, was dismissed that evening; next day my father sent for me. [Footnote:  I need only say further of Betty that she, shortly afterwards, married James Bunce, our second coachman at Upcote, and bore him a numerous progeny, of whose progress and settlement in the world I was able to assure the worthy parents.]

It would be idle to rehearse the interview between an angry father and an obdurate son.  The more I said the angrier he got:  the discrepancy between us made a reasonable conclusion hopeless from the first.  When he cried, Did I mean to disgrace my name? and I replied, No, but on the contrary I had been wishful to redeem it—­“How, you fool,” said he, “by marrying a dairymaid?” “Sir,” I answered, “by showing to the world that when a gentleman salutes a virtuous female it is not his intention to insult her.”  I was too old for the rod or I should have had it.  As it was, I received all the disgrace he could put me to—­dismissed from his presence, confined to my room, forbidden any society but that of Father Danvers and my own thoughts.  My infatuation, however, persisted, and threatened to take the dangerous form of fraud.  I could not for the life of me see what else I could do to recover the girl’s fair fame, hopelessly compromised by me, than exhibit to the world at large the only conceivable motive of my salute.  I knew, immediately I had done it, that I could not love Betty Coy, but I believed that I could prove the tender husband.

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