A Crowned Queen: The Romance of a Minister of State

Sydney C. Grier

• Publisher: Library of Alexandria
• Year: 2021
• eBook ISBN: 9781465663764
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Literature General
• Index: Literature

The carriage from Llandiarmid Castle had been waiting for a quarter of an hour at the little country station, and the horses were beginning to toss their heads and paw the ground restlessly, to the great scandal of the coachman. "This 'ere train of yours is late again, Mr Prodger, " he grumbled to the station-master, who was combining business with pleasure by perusing a grimy copy of a Welsh newspaper at the same time that he kept an eye on the porter who was engaged in weeding the platform flower-beds. Mr Prodger took up the challenge promptly. "I wass sooner believe you do be early nor the train late, Mr Wright, " he responded. "'Deed and I wass." "Me early!" was the wrathful answer; "when 'er ladyship come round to the stables 'erself, and tell me to 'urry, because there wasn't but barely time to meet the train, the notice was that short! No, Mr Prodger, it's my belief as there's been a haccident somewhere on this bloomin' line, and a nice tale I'll 'ave to go back and tell the Markiss and my lady." "There goes the signals, " put in the footman. "The train'll be 'ere in a minute." "Iss, sure, " said the station-master, "the train do be oll right. She wass not have you for driver, Mr Wright, see you?" Chuckling over this Parthian shot, Mr Prodger retired to his own domains, and Wright turned upon the footman, who had interfered so unwarrantably in the discussion."What are you a-doin' of 'ere, Robert? Why ain't you on the platform waitin' to take 'is lordship's things?" "I ain't never seen 'is lordship, " pleaded Robert. "I was waitin' to arst you what 'e was like." "Oh, yes, there's so many passengers stops 'ere, " returned his superior, with a terrific sneer. "'E'll be lost in the crowd, 'e will." "But do 'e favour the Markiss?" persisted the footman. "Well, they both 'as fair 'air and blue eyes, if you go for to call that a likeness. But you look out for a under-sized gentleman, with a 'aughty voice, and a slave-driver kind of a way with 'im. That's Lord Cyril." With this graphic description to guide him, Robert ventured upon the platform, and succeeded in identifying the traveller of whom he was in search. Wright's lips settled themselves into a peculiarly grim smile when his subordinate returned escorting a small fair man enveloped in a fur-lined overcoat—a garment which excited the somewhat derisive wonder of the loiterers around. They touched their caps as Lord Cyril passed, it is true—it was an attention they were bound to pay to the brother of "the Markiss, " but behind his back they asked one another with ill-concealed grins whether "oll the chentlemen wass wear ladies' clooks in the furrin parts he did come from?" If Lord Cyril noticed their amusement, he heeded it no more than did the stolid German valet who followed with his bag, and it was with a pleasant smile that he looked up at Wright.

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• A CROWNED QUEEN