Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
beautiful, like her sister Marguerite, her reputation had been
more fortunate in escaping wholly the assaults of the malignant.
She had always shown an affectionate indulgence for our trou-
badour, and a delighted interest in his various accomplishments ;
and he now remembered all her goodness and kindness only to
curse himself, in his heart, for the treachery of which he had
just been guilty. His remorse at what he had said to Raymond
was not the less deep and distressing, from the conviction that
he felt that there had been no other way left him of escape from
his dilemma.
We are bound to believe that the eagerness which Raymond,
of Roussillon, now exhibited was not so much because of a desire
to bring about the dishonor of another, as to be perfectly satis-
fied that he himself was free from injury. At the castle of
Tarrascon, the Lady Agnes was found alone. She gave the
kindest reception to her guests ; and, anxious to behold things
through the medium of his wishes rather than his doubts and
fears, Raymond fancied that there was a peculiar sort of tender-
ness in the tone and spirit of the compliments which she ad-
dressed to the dejected troubadour. That he was disquieted and
dejected, she was soon able to discover. His uneasiness made
itself apparent before they had been long together; and the
keen intelligence of the feminine mind was accordingly very
soon prepared to comprehend the occasion of his disquiet, when,
drawn aside by Raymond at the earliest opportunity, she found
herself cross-examined by the impatient baron on the nature
and object of her own affections. A glance of the eye at Guil-
laume de Cabestaign, as she listened to the inquiries of the sus-
picious Raymond, revealed to the quick-witted woman the extent
of his apprehensions, and possibly the danger of her sister. Her
ready instinct, and equally prompt benevolence of heart, at
once decided all the answers of the lady.
Why question me of lovers ?" she replied to Raymond, with
a pretty querulousness of tone and manner ; certainly I have
lovers enow´┐Żas many as I choose to have. Would you that I
should live unlike other women of birth and quality, without my
servant to sing my praises, and declare his readiness to die in
my behalf?"
Ay, ay, my lady," answered the knight, "lovers I well