ABSTRACT
In the morning Calantha beheld crowds of discontented catholics who thronged the outer courts waiting to see her father.2 Petitions for redress were thrown in at the windows; and whilst they were at breakfast, Sir Everard entering, without even waiting to see who was present, asked eagerly if the Duke wasa at home: he, at the same moment gave a huge paper closely written, into the hands of one of the servants, desiring it to be instantly delivered to the Duke; ‘and tell him, sir,’ vociferated the doctor, ‘it is my case written out clear, as he commanded – the oneb I had the honour to present to him t’other day, when he had not leisure to look upon it:’ then turning round, / and seeing Calantha, ‘By my soul,’ he exclaimed, ‘if here ain’t my own dear Lady Calantha; and God be praised Madam, you are come amongst us; for the devil and all is broke loose since you’ve been away. Let’s look at you: well, and you are as tall and handsome as ever; but I – Oh! Lady Calantha Delaval, begging your pardon, what a miserable wretch am I become. Lord help me, and deliver me. Lord help us all, in unmerited affliction.’
