But, alas! Sackville had
her picture, which seemed to her compromising. Digby, therefore, having
accepted her apologies and extenuations, challenged Sackville to a duel;
whereupon the faithless one proved at least magnanimous; refused to fight,
gave up the picture, and swore that Venetia was blameless as she was fair.
A private marriage followed; and it was only on the birth of his second son
John that Sir Kenelm acknowledged it to the world. To read nearly all his
_Memoirs_ is to receive the impression that he looked on his wife as a
wronged innocent. To read the whole is to feel he knew the truth and took
the risk, which was not very great after all; for the lady of the many
suitors and several adventures settled down to the mildest domesticity.
They say he was jealous; but no one has said she gave him cause. The tale
runs that Dorset visited them once a year, and "only kissed her hand, Sir
Kenelm being by."
But Digby was a good lover. All the absurd rhodomontade of his strange
_Memoirs_ notwithstanding, there are gleams of rare beauty in the story of
his passion, which raise him to the level of the great lovers.
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