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Harland, Henry: Merely Players
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38 Merely Players
hears vague rumours, to be sure, nothing specific ; but one has
learned to think of him as original and romantic. You know him.
Tell me a lot about him.”
“Oh, I do not know him personally. That is an affliction I
have as yet been spared.” Then, suddenly, “ Mercy upon me,
what have I said ! ” she cried. “ I must ‘ knock wood,’ or the
evil spirits will bring me that mischance to-morrow.” And
she fervently tapped the bark of the tree beside her with her
knuckles.
Ferdinand Augustus laughed. “But if you do not know him
personally, why do you hate him ? ”
“I know him very well by reputation. I know how he lives,
I know what he does and leaves undone. If you are curious
about him, ask your friend Hilary. He is the King’s foster-
brother. He could tell you stories,” she said meaningly.
“I have asked him. But Hilary’s lips are sealed. He depends
upon the King’s protection for his fortune, and the palace-walls
(I suppose he fears) have ears. But you can speak without danger.
He is the scandal of Europe ? There’s nothing I love like scandal.
Tell me all about him.”
“ You have not come all this distance under a scorching sun,
to stand here now and talk of another man,” she reminded
him.
“Oh, but kings are different,” he argued. “Tell me about
your King.”
“I can tell you at once,” said she, “that our King is the
frankest egotist in two hemispheres. You have learned to
think of him as original and romantic ? No; he is simply
intensely selfish and intensely silly. He is a King Do-Nothing,
a Roi Faineant, who shirks and evades all the duties and respon-
sibilities of his position ; who builds extravagant chateaux in
remote
hears vague rumours, to be sure, nothing specific ; but one has
learned to think of him as original and romantic. You know him.
Tell me a lot about him.”
“Oh, I do not know him personally. That is an affliction I
have as yet been spared.” Then, suddenly, “ Mercy upon me,
what have I said ! ” she cried. “ I must ‘ knock wood,’ or the
evil spirits will bring me that mischance to-morrow.” And
she fervently tapped the bark of the tree beside her with her
knuckles.
Ferdinand Augustus laughed. “But if you do not know him
personally, why do you hate him ? ”
“I know him very well by reputation. I know how he lives,
I know what he does and leaves undone. If you are curious
about him, ask your friend Hilary. He is the King’s foster-
brother. He could tell you stories,” she said meaningly.
“I have asked him. But Hilary’s lips are sealed. He depends
upon the King’s protection for his fortune, and the palace-walls
(I suppose he fears) have ears. But you can speak without danger.
He is the scandal of Europe ? There’s nothing I love like scandal.
Tell me all about him.”
“ You have not come all this distance under a scorching sun,
to stand here now and talk of another man,” she reminded
him.
“Oh, but kings are different,” he argued. “Tell me about
your King.”
“I can tell you at once,” said she, “that our King is the
frankest egotist in two hemispheres. You have learned to
think of him as original and romantic ? No; he is simply
intensely selfish and intensely silly. He is a King Do-Nothing,
a Roi Faineant, who shirks and evades all the duties and respon-
sibilities of his position ; who builds extravagant chateaux in
remote