y. But there was no
chance of it. She must stand her ground; and not only that, but she
must reply to this exceedingly awkward question.
Don Juan had given her one or two little things, she faltered, leaving
the more important points untouched. Was her father annoyed at her
accepting them? She had no intention of vexing him.
"Thou hast not vexed me, my child," he said kindly. "But I am
troubled--grievously troubled and sorrowful. And the heavier part of my
question, Blanche, thou hast not dealt withal."
"Which part, Father?"
She knew well enough. She only wanted to gain time.
"Hath this young man tampered with thy faith?"
"He hath once and again spoken thereof," she allowed.
"Spoken what, my maid?"
Blanche's words, it was evident, came very unwillingly.
"He hath shown me divers matters wherein the difference is but little,"
she contrived to say.
Sir Thomas groaned audibly.
"God help and pardon me, to have left my lamb thus unguarded!" he
murmured to himself. "O Blanche, Blanche!"
"What is it, Father?" she said, looking up in some trepidation.
"Tell me, my daughter,--should it give thee very great sorrow, if thou
wert never to see this young man again?"
"What, Father?--O Father!"
"My poor child!" he sighed. "My poor, straying, unguarded child!"
Blanche was almost frightened. Her father seemed to her to be coming
out in entirely a new character. At this juncture Lady Enville laid
down the comedy, and thought proper to interpose.
"Doth Don John love thee, Blanche?"
Blanche felt quite sure of that, and she intimated as much, but in a
very low voice.
"And thou lovest him?"
With a good many knots and twists of the gold chain, Blanche confessed
this also.
"Now really, Sir Thomas, what would you?" suggested his wife, re-opening
the discussion. "Could there be a better establishing for the maiden
than so? 'Twere easy to lay down rule, and win his promise, that he
should not seek to disturb her faith in no wise. Many have done the
like--"
"And suffered bitterly by reason thereof."
"Nay, now!--why so? You see the child's heart is set thereon. Be ruled
by me, I pray you, and leave your fantastical objections, and go seek
Don John. Make him to grant you oath, on the honour of a Spanish
gentleman, that Blanche shall be allowed the free using of her own
faith--and what more would you?"
"If thou send me to seek him, Orige, I shall measure swords with him."
Blan
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