"
"Her Grace?"
"She will be going to dinner in Whitehall, after having taken the air
by the river. They will be passing the Abbey now. But she will not be in
her supreme state; I am sorry for that."
* * * * *
As they rowed in quickly over the last hundred yards that lay between
them and the stairs, Marjorie listened to the priest as he described
something of what the "supreme state" signified. He spoke of the long
lines of carriages, filled with the ladies and the infirm, preceded by
the pikemen, and the gentlemen pensioners carrying wands, and the
knights followed by the heralds. Behind these, he said, came the
officers of State immediately before the Queen's carriage, and after her
the guards of her person.
"But this will be but a tame affair," he said. "I wish you could have
seen a Progress, with the arches and the speeches and the declamations,
and the heathen gods and goddesses that reign round our Eliza, when she
will go to Ashridge or Havering. I have heard it said--"
And then the prow of the boat, turned deftly at the last instant, grated
along the lowest stair, and the waterman was out to steady his craft.
IV
It was the very crown and summit of new sensation that Marjorie attained
as she stood in an open gallery that looked on to the road from
Westminster to Whitehall. Father Campion, speaking of a "good friend" of
his that had his lodgings there, led them by a short turning or two,
that avoided the crowd, straight to the door of what appeared to
Marjorie a mere warren of rooms, stairs and passages.
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