Mistress Penwick

Mistress Penwick

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Title: Mistress Penwick
Author: Dutton Payne
Release Date: May 4, 2004 [EBook #12256]
Language: English
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MISTRESS PENWICK
BY
DUTTON PAYNE

Contents

CHAPTER I
THE URSULINE LOSES A PUPIL

CHAPTER II
THE LORD OF CRANDLEMAR

CHAPTER III
THE BALL

CHAPTER IV
HIS LORDSHIP'S PROPOSAL

CHAPTER V
BACCHUS AND BACCHANTES

CHAPTER VI
JANET'S PHILOSOPHY

CHAPTER VII
THE BRANTLE

CHAPTER VIII
THE ANCIENT MONASTERY

CHAPTER IX
SIR JULIAN POMPHREY

CHAPTER X
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BUTLERY

CHAPTER XI
JACQUES DEMPSY

CHAPTER XII
CASTLE AND MONASTERY

CHAPTER XIII
AS NINE TOLLED FROM THE CHAPEL BELFRY

CHAPTER XIV
SERMONS NEW AND OLD

CHAPTER XV
THE EDICT OF BUCKINGHAM

CHAPTER XVI
BUCKINGHAM'S ADVENTURE

CHAPTER XVII
TELLS OF THE DOINGS OF ALL CONCERNED

CHAPTER XVIII
AT MONMOUTH'S VILLA

CHAPTER XIX
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE COACH

CHAPTER XX
UNPROCLAIMED BANNS

CHAPTER XXI
THE ESPOUSAL

CHAPTER XXII
CEDRIC IN THE TOILS

CHAPTER XXIII
THE COCOANUTS OF THE KING'S CELLAR

CHAPTER XXIV
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE TOWER

CHAPTER XXV
THE GARDEN OF YOUTH

CHAPTER I
THE URSULINE LOSES A PUPIL
"If the ship sails at dawn, then I must hasten to tell my mistress of the
departure, and--of her father's letter."
"I am loath to let yonder tide take her away so soon, Janet."
"But my master's words are a positive command to leave Quebec at
once," and Janet's eyes fell to the imperative line at the close of her

letter which read: "In God's name, good nurse, take my baby to
England in all haste."
"Aye, our noble patron's desire must be carried out!" and the Mother
Superior without further lament went from the small cell.
When the last echo of her footsteps had died away, Janet Wadham
cautiously opened the inner door and passed to the cell adjoining, and
to the low couch upon which lay her mistress in sound slumber.
Fondly she noted the beauty of her charge; the heavy waving hair
gleaming in the fading light a bronze-like amber, the white forehead,
the arched brow, the glow of health upon lip and cheek, the slender
neck, the slope of shoulders, and the outline of a perfect form.
Then the maid stirred and opened her eyes. Her whole body thrilled
with the awakening.
"Ah, 'twas like the bursting of a bud! How dost feel now, Mistress?"
"I am not ill at all. I am a martyr to thy imagination. Dost remember the
time, Janet, I drowsed in the chapel and thou didst make me drink
bitterwort for a fortnight?" and the girl's voice rung out in soft laughter.
"Aye, I have not forgotten, nor why thou wert drowsy either, Mistress
Penwick."
"Nay, thou didst not know."
"I did so. Thou hadst a book of tales and read nights with the candle
shaded by thy mother's landskip fan, and I gave thee aloes for thy
folly."
"Thou dost always find me out, Janet; I shall be glad when I become a
woman as big as thou."
"Thou art a woman to-day, and thou wilt never be as big as I; so,
having age and not a hulking servant's body, be content. I have a letter
from my master, and in it is much that concerns thee--"

"Isn't there always much that concerns me?"
"But not such important concernings. He has gone on a long journey
and proposes one for thee, my lambkin." Katherine raised herself in bed.
"Nay, thou must not stir or I hush my tale! Thy father has provided thee
with a guardian and 'tis to him I take thee. We go to England by the
first boat,--nay, lay back, calm thyself or I take my wagging tongue
away; if thou dost so much as stir again, I leave thee. Thou art to go to
a great house over there and see grand folks with fine airs and modish
dress. Wilt be glad to see outside of convent walls? 'Tis nine years
since I brought thee here a babe of six, and have nursed thee well to
this hour, and thy strength and health and beauty show the care given
thee." She suddenly arose and went to the window to hide if possible
her agitation; but when she looked forth on the