again – and your nice, fat cheeks have the sweetest of dimples. Nay, I vow, all these young gallants only sigh with love for me because you frown on them so!"
"What a madcap!" sighed the Duchess, mollified.
"You won't be angry with me?" queried the girl earnestly.
"Nay! that depends what mad pranks you have been after."
"Sh – sh! – sh! – 'tis a deadly secret. Barbara, Alicia, come a little closer."
She paused a moment, whilst all three of them crowded round Her Grace of Lincoln's chair.
Then Ursula said solemnly —
"The Queen is in love with my future husband!"
The Duchess of Lincoln nearly fell backwards in a faint.
"Ursula!" she gasped.
"Nay, that's not the secret," continued Ursula, quite unperturbed, "for that is town-talk, and every one at Court knows that she won't let him see me for fear he should fall in love with me. And my lord Cardinal is furious because he wants the Queen to marry Philip of Spain, and he is wishing His Grace of Wessex down there, where all naughty Cardinals go."
"Child!.. child!."
"But the days are slipping by, darling," added the young girl, with just a shade of seriousness in her eyes. "All these intriguers may fight as much as they like, but if I do not wed His Grace of Wessex, if he should be inveigled into marrying the Queen, I must to the convent. My dear father made me swear it on his deathbed, when I was beside myself with grief, and scarce knew what I did. 'There is but one true gentleman to whom I would trust my child,' he said to me; 'swear to me, Ursula, that if Wessex claims you not, that you will never marry any one else, but spend your days in happy singleness in a convent. Swear it, little one.' He was so ill, so dear, I swore and – "
"The convent is the proper place for such a feather-brain as yourself," concluded the Duchess with as gruff a voice as she could command.
"But I do not wish to be a nun," protested Ursula, as tears began to gather in her eyes, "and I do want to wed Wessex, who is handsome – and gallant – and witty – and – and," she added coquettishly, "when he sees me – I vow he'll not let me go to a convent either, so – "
She leant closer to the kind dowager and once more whispered confidentially in her ear.
"So, as the Queen is engaged in prayers for at least half an hour, I've sent His Grace word by one of the pages that the Duchess of Lincoln desired his presence in this chamber – here!"
But this was really past bearing.
"I!." exclaimed the Duchess in horror. "I?.. desire his presence?.. Merciful heavens! what will His Grace think?"
Once more Ursula, like the veritable child that she was, was dancing like mad round the room, now alone, clapping her tiny hands together, then seizing one of her companions by the waist, she whirled with her, round and round, until she fell back breathless against the Duchess's chair. And all the while her tongue went prattling on, now talking at top speed, anon singing out the words in the madness of her glee.
"And he is coming, dear Duchess," she said. "'He'll attend upon Her Grace at once!' these were his words to that pet of a page, and he'll see me – and – and – "
Now she paused, kneeling beside her old friend, putting coaxing arms round the bulky figure of the kind soul.
"But don't tell him my name all at once, Duchess darling," she whispered entreatingly; "let him fall in love with me without knowing that I am his affianced bride – for that might prejudice him against me. Just mumble something when he asks my name, and let me do the rest. Give me another kiss, darling. Alicia – Alicia," she cried in feverish anxiety, "is my kerchief straight at the back? and – and – oh, my hair!"
Still in that same madly-excited mood, she ran to a small oval mirror which hung on one of the walls, close to the great bay window.
The Duchess during that brief moment's respite tried to collect her scattered wits.
"But oh! what shall I say to His Grace?" she moaned distractedly. "Child! child! to your folly there is no end!"
A quickly smothered shriek from Ursula now brought the other girls to her side in the embrasure. She was pointing across the court to the gateway beneath the clock tower.
"He is coming!" she cried, with a slightly nervous tremor in her voice. "It is he, with my lord Everingham; they are laughing and talking together… Oh, how handsome he looks!" she added enthusiastically. "My future husband, my lord, not the Queen's – mine own, mine own! Alicia, tell me, hast ever seen a more goodly sight than that of my future husband in that beautiful silken doublet and with that dear, dear dog of his walking so proudly behind him? Harry Plantagenet, thou'rt a lucky dog, and I'll kiss thee first, and – and – "
Then she ran back to the Duchess.
"Two minutes to mount the stairs, two more to cross the Great Hall, then the watching chamber, the presence chamber… In six minutes he will be here – hush! – I hear a footstep!.. Holy Virgin, how my heart beats!"
There had come a discreet knock at the door. All four women were too excited to respond, but the next moment the door was opened and a young page, dressed in the same gorgeous livery which Henry VIII had originally prescribed, entered and bowed to the ladies.
Then he turned to the Duchess of Lincoln.
"Her Majesty the Queen desires the immediate presence of Her Grace and of her maids-of-honour in the Oratory."
There was dead silence in the room whilst the page once more bowed in the elaborate manner ordained by Court etiquette; then he walked backwards to the door, and stood there, holding it open ready for the ladies to pass.
"No, no, no!" whispered Ursula excitedly, as the Duchess immediately rose to obey.
"Ladies!" commanded Her Grace.
"One minute, darling," entreated Ursula, "just one short little minute!"
But where the Queen's commands were concerned Her Grace of Lincoln was adamant.
"Ladies!" she ordered once more.
Alicia and Barbara, though terribly disappointed at the failure of the exciting conspiracy, were ready enough to obey. Ursula wildly ran back to the window.
"I can see his silhouette and that of my lord Everingham slowly moving across the Great Hall," she said.
"Oh! why is he so slow?"
The Duchess turned to the page.
"Precede!" she commanded. "We'll follow."
She then pointed to the door. Alicia and Barbara, endeavouring to look grave, walked out with becoming dignity.
Her Grace went up to Ursula, who was still clinging to the window embrasure with passionate obstinacy.
"Lady Ursula Glynde," she said sternly, "if you do not obey Her Majesty's commands instantly, you'll be dismissed the Court this very day."
And while His Grace of Wessex was slowly wending his way towards the chamber where he had been so eagerly expected, Lady Ursula, defiant and
