Lady Jane Grey
The next day I recommenced my journey to London with my servants, Sir
Hubert accompanying us as an outrider. He was well-armed and
followed by his men, also equipped with arquebusses, and that was
well, for we had not long left Guildford before we encountered Sir
Claudius, with a number of his rascally followers. However,
fortunately for us, Sir Hubert and his men were able to beat them,
insomuch that they were compelled to retreat most ignominiously.
Betsy, who had keen ears, asserted that she heard Sir Claudius vow,
as he retired from the field, that he would not let the grass grow
under his feet before he gained possession of the haughty madam,
whose house and his had been for many years at loggerheads, that he
might humble her pride and lay her low in the dust; which affrighted
me for a while. But Sir Hubert, when I told him, said that the words
were but the vain babbling of an empty-headed braggart, and that I
was to take them for what they were worth, which was less than
nothing; moreover he bade me rebuke Betsy for endeavouring to
affright me, which I did, though timidly, or I should never have
heard the last of it--the woman has such a tongue.
After that we went on unmolested through Esher, Kingston and to
Isleworth, in which town Sion House, a magnificent riverside
residence, is situated.
There Sir Hubert Blair had to take leave of me for the time being,
but before going away he pointed out the great river Thames, to the
banks of which he bade me often resort. 'For,' said he, 'when I am
in London 'tis a very great amusement of mine, and a most pleasant
way of passing the time, to take a boat and two or three men and row
up stream. I have been,' said he, 'as far as Hampton Court Palace,
which was built by Cardinal Wolsey and given by him to King Henry,
our King Edward's father, and even twice I went past there as far as
Staines, and once beyond that, even to Windsor Castle.'
I had read of those places in history, and I knew they were some
distance from London, and thought Sir Hubert must have rare fun in
rowing so far with a few men in a small boat; and then I began to
wonder if I should ever see him in his boat passing up the river.
'I shall be lonely sometimes, I doubt not,' said I, 'when my
servants, all except Betsy, have gone home, and every one else will
be strange to me here. It would be nice to see you passing by.'
'I will come,' he said. 'You will see me in my boat, rowing up the
river.'
'Ah, how glad I shall be!' I said.
'And I--ah! how glad I shall be when I see you coming sauntering
along the footpath by the river! Shall I tell you what I shall do?'
'Yes.'
'I shall come up to the bank and hold out my hand, you will give me
yours, and then you will step into the boat and I shall take you for
a row!'
I was delighted. ''Twill be a rare pleasure,' I said.
'And perhaps'--he lowered his voice--'perhaps the day will come when
I will take you away in my boat and never, never bring you back.'
After he had gone--carrying with him a short letter from me to my
father--and he was perforce obliged to leave me soon, for it would
not do to keep the servants waiting--I treasured the memory of those
last words of his in my heart, and thought of them many times when
feeling homesick or afraid of the troublous days to come. They
comforted me, too, when my menservants left me and went home with the
horses and litter, which seemed like burning my boats behind me.
I was received with kindness by Lady Jane's servants and others of
the household of the Duke of Northumberland, her father-in-law. For
he was the owner of the house, although he was allowing his son, Lord
Dudley, and Lady Jane to live there. Particularly Mistress Ellen,
Lady Jane's other gentlewoman, was good to me and welcomed me right
heartily as her fellow lady-in-waiting. Mistress Ellen was older
than I was, and much older than Lady Jane, who was a few months my
junior, which I was rather glad of at the time, thinking that then
thought, I need not be afraid of her.
Mistress Ellen would not allow me to see lady Jane that first night;
she said I was too tired and too much overcome by the vastness of the
house and its grandeur to appear at my best before her mistress.
'Sleep will restore your strength,' she said, 'and give you the quiet
confidence, which perhaps more than anything else betokens a true
gentlewoman, who knows what she is, although perhaps others do not at
the time. And I should like you to stand well, child,' she said
kindly, 'in the regard of Lady Jane, for she has few friends of her
own age, being so learned and bookish as to find little sympathy
amongst other girls--and, although she is married, she is but a girl,
poor young thing!' and she sighed.
Mistress Ellen, I should think, was thirty years old, and looked
older, because of her manner of dress, which was handsome but
exceedingly cumbrous, especially in regard to her coif, or bonnet,
which concealed a large portion of her face and head. She was very
kind to me, and when I cried that first night, being so weary and
thinking of my father and the boys so far away, and Sir Hubert gone,
too, for a while, she comforted me with loving words, saying I was to
take courage, for the future might have great things in store for me,
and the past was past and I should never again have that first
bitterness of homesickness to live through, as every day of my new
life would make it easier for me.
And when I fell asleep that first night at Sion House, I dreamt about
Sir Hubert coming for me in a boat, which I saw gliding, gliding
through the water, ever nearer, ever nearer, yet, alas! never coming
quite up to the bank on which I stood, waiting with outstretched
arms. They say it is unlucky to dream about water, and I felt rather
low spirited when I awoke, but not so much because of that as
because, with my first waking thoughts, my homesickness and
loneliness returned, and I turned my face to the wall and cried a
little, wishing I was a child again at home with Hal and Jack and my
father and good old Master Montgomery at the parsonage near by, to
say nothing of the serving men and women.
But I never felt like that again in her home after I had once seen
Lady Jane Grey, as she was still often called, although her married
name was Dudley.
I remember so well the first time I saw her. She was sitting in her
favourite corner of the great drawing-room, with a book in her hand,
waiting for her husband, Lord Dudley, to go out with her, and was
richly dressed in black velvet and white satin. Her skirt, which was
very full, was bordered down the sides with ermine, as was also her
bodice, which was pointed at the waist and square in the neck, with a
chemisette of satin quilted with pearls. She wore a close honeycomb
ruff at the throat and a velvet coif, pointed and bordered with
pearls, and long hanging velvet sleeves over tighter ones of white
satin, with ruffles of cloth of gold, whilst the richest jewels added
lustre to her handsome clothing. But she was not thinking of her
dress, for her sweet and lovely countenance was poring over her book
so closely that she did not hear me approach or heed the murmur of
Mistress Ellen's voice saying to me aside, 'She is reading Plato.
'Tis a work for which she has an immense liking.'
I dared not speak, but looked wistfully at the beautiful girl whose
thoughts were so riveted on the book she read that she had none to
spare for a poor young stranger, and then I sighed deeply, and that
aroused her, who had always a tender ear for the suffering of others.
She raised her eyes slowly from the open page, and, as they rested on
my face, gave a little cry of glad surprise.
'My new gentlewoman!' she exclaimed. 'And one so young and pretty!
Oh, this is a pleasure!' and she held out both her hands and kissed
me, saying, 'We shall be great friends, you and I.'
I thought so too, for my heart went out to her then as it never did
before or since to one of my own sex, and I felt that she was worthy
of my love, and that all I could do for her would be too little to
express the loving service I should like to offer.
Mistress Ellen went away and left us together--in that showing her
usual discretion--and my dear lady asked me many questions relating
to my home and kindred, the long journey I had come upon and the
dangers of the way. I answered readily, experiencing a rare pleasure
in finding her responsive nature understand, appreciate and
sympathize with everything I said.
'Oh,' said she, when at length I had told her all that I could think
of just then--except indeed what I had heard at Woodleigh Castle
relating to her future, which I dared not mention--not omitting the
valiant deeds that Sir Hubert Blair had done for my assistance, 'how
I have enjoyed hearing you talk! What you have told me is so
different from anything that has ever happened to me. It is all so
interesting and so like a poem, only more real and life-like than any
poetry, and it is true, that is the best of all.'
'Yes; it is true,' I said. 'And I could not talk like that to any
one else. There is something in you, madam, which draws out my
innermost thoughts.'
Lady Jane smiled, and told me that in that case I should have to be
very careful always to have good thoughts, adding that I ought to
read much in the Bible and in such books as the one she was perusing,
and also that I ought to pray for the Holy Spirit to guide me unto
all truth.
I was going to inquire about the book she was reading when we were
interrupted by the entrance of a gentleman richly dressed in crimson
velvet embroidered with gold, and silk stockings.
'Dudley, this is my new gentlewoman,' said Lady Jane, turning to him,
and then formally introducing her husband to me.
The young man, who was handsome, manly, and withal most courteous in
manner and bearing, spoke a kindly word or two to me, and then
requested Lady Jane to allow him to take her to her litter which was
waiting at the door.
'I shall see more of you to-morrow, Margery--I may call you Margery,
may I not?' she said prettily, and, upon my assenting with pleasure,
gave so sweet a smile that it seemed to linger after she had gone,
filling me with a strange new happiness. I was fascinated with my
dear lady, and stood in the empty room looking at the place where she
had been and the chair where she sat, as if I were in a dream.
My eyes fell upon the book which she had left upon the table and I
picked it up. But, alas! the words contained in it were written in a
strange language and I could not read a line. But I raised the
little volume to my lips and kissed the place where her dear eyes had
rested.