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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Shrewsbury, by Stanley J. Weyman
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Shrewsbury
+ A Romance
+
+Author: Stanley J. Weyman
+
+Illustrator: Claude A. Shepperson
+
+Release Date: March 14, 2012 [EBook #39137]
+
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+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHREWSBURY ***
+
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+
+Produced by Charles Bowen, from page scans provided by Google Books
+
+
+
+
+
+</pre>
+
+
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<p class="hang1">Transcriber's Notes:<br>
+<br>
+1. Page scan source:<br>
+http://books.google.com/books?id=Je-hnRe2EckC<br>
+<br>
+2. Table of Contents added.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>SHREWSBURY</h2>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<table style="width:60%; margin-left:20%; border:4px solid black">
+<tr><td>
+<h3><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR.</i></h3>
+<br>
+<h3>THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF</h3>
+<p class="center">A Tale of the Massacre of St. Bartholomew.</p>
+
+<h3>A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE.</h3>
+<p class="center">A Tale of the Days of Henry of Navarre.</p>
+
+<h3>THE RED COCKADE.</h3>
+<p class="center">A Tale of the French Revolution.</p>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<p class="center"><a name="front"><img src="images/front.png" alt="front"></a><br>
+WITH A GESTURE BETWEEN CONTEMPT AND IMPATIENCE<br>
+THE DUKE REMOVED HIS HAT</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h1>SHREWSBURY</h1>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>A Romance</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h5>BY</h5>
+
+<h2>STANLEY J. WEYMAN</h2>
+
+<h5>AUTHOR OF &quot;A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE,&quot; &quot;UNDER THE RED ROBE,&quot;<br>
+&quot;THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF,&quot; ETC.</h5>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>WITH 24 ILLUSTRATIONS</h4>
+
+<h5>BY</h5>
+
+<h3>CLAUDE A. SHEPPERSON</h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h3>LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.<br>
+
+<span class="sc2">39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON<br>
+
+NEW YORK AND BOMBAY<br>
+
+1898</span></h3>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4><span class="sc2">Copyright, 1897</span><br>
+<span class="sc">By</span> STANLEY J. WEYMAN</h4>
+<hr class="W10">
+<h5><i>All rights reserved</i></h5>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h4>TO MY BROTHER HENRY</h4>
+
+<h4><span class="sc2">IN MEMORY OF A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN THE YEAR 1877<br>
+THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED</span></h4>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+<div style="margin-left:40%">
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_01" href="#div1_01">CHAPTER I</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_02" href="#div1_02">CHAPTER II</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_03" href="#div1_03">CHAPTER III</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_04" href="#div1_04">CHAPTER IV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_05" href="#div1_05">CHAPTER V</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_06" href="#div1_06">CHAPTER VI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_07" href="#div1_07">CHAPTER VII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_08" href="#div1_08">CHAPTER VIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_09" href="#div1_09">CHAPTER IX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_10" href="#div1_10">CHAPTER X</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_11" href="#div1_11">CHAPTER XI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_12" href="#div1_12">CHAPTER XII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_13" href="#div1_13">CHAPTER XIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_14" href="#div1_14">CHAPTER XIV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_15" href="#div1_15">CHAPTER XV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_16" href="#div1_16">CHAPTER XVI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_17" href="#div1_17">CHAPTER XVII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_18" href="#div1_18">CHAPTER XVIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_19" href="#div1_19">CHAPTER XIX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_20" href="#div1_20">CHAPTER XX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_21" href="#div1_21">CHAPTER XXI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_22" href="#div1_22">CHAPTER XXII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_23" href="#div1_23">CHAPTER XXIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_24" href="#div1_24">CHAPTER XXIV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_25" href="#div1_25">CHAPTER XXV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_26" href="#div1_26">CHAPTER XXVI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_27" href="#div1_27">CHAPTER XXVII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_28" href="#div1_28">CHAPTER XXVIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_29" href="#div1_29">CHAPTER XXIX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_30" href="#div1_30">CHAPTER XXX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_31" href="#div1_31">CHAPTER XXXI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_32" href="#div1_32">CHAPTER XXXII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_33" href="#div1_33">CHAPTER XXXIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_34" href="#div1_34">CHAPTER XXXIV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_35" href="#div1_35">CHAPTER XXXV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_36" href="#div1_36">CHAPTER XXXVI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_37" href="#div1_37">CHAPTER XXXVII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_38" href="#div1_38">CHAPTER XXXVIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_39" href="#div1_39">CHAPTER XXXIX</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_40" href="#div1_40">CHAPTER XL</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_41" href="#div1_41">CHAPTER XLI</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_42" href="#div1_42">CHAPTER XLII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_43" href="#div1_43">CHAPTER XLIII</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_44" href="#div1_44">CHAPTER XLIV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_45" href="#div1_45">CHAPTER XLV</a></p>
+<p class="normal"><a name="div1Ref_46" href="#div1_46">CHAPTER XLVI</a></p>
+
+
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#front"><span class="sc">With a gesture between contempt and impatience the duke removed his
+hat</span></a>. <i>Frontispiece</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p13"><span class="sc">She looked directly at me.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p21"><span class="sc">In an instant I was on the other side of the fence.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p34"><span class="sc">Stole down the stairs and into the garden.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p37"><span class="sc">My companion seized my wrist.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p73"><span class="sc">The constable led me out of the crowd.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p85"><span class="sc">&quot;When my back is turned go through that window.&quot;</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p94"><span class="sc">He wore a dingy morning-gown and had laid aside his wig.</span></a></p>
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p109"><span class="sc">&quot;Damn your King William, and you too!&quot; he cried.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p113"><span class="sc">He pressed the ring of cold steel.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p142"><span class="sc">In the great chair sat an elderly lady leaning on an ebony stick.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p156"><span class="sc">I heard a light foot following me.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p179"><span class="sc">With a gesture between contempt and impatience the duke removed his
+hat.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p191"><span class="sc">I flung my arms round him from behind, and with my right hand jerked
+up the pistol.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p199"><span class="sc">A slight gentleman ambled and paced in front of a child.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p225"><span class="sc">&quot;Now we will have that letter, if you please.&quot;</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p230"><span class="sc">I saw a man had come to a stand before the door.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p255"><span class="sc">The place was nothing more than a concealed cupboard.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p281"><span class="sc">And turning from me, he began to pace the room, his hands clasped
+behind him.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p304"><span class="sc">She came a step nearer to me, and peered at me.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p321"><span class="sc">Sir John ... stared at me a moment.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p347"><span class="sc">She listened in silence, standing over me with something of the
+severity of a judge.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p366"><span class="sc">He shut himself in with his trouble.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p397"><span class="sc">I stood there at last ... the faces at the table all turned towards
+me.</span></a></p>
+
+<p class="hang1"><a href="#p406"><span class="sc">She was making marks on the turf with a stick.</span></a></p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h1>SHREWSBURY</h1>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_01" href="#div1Ref_01">CHAPTER I</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">That the untimely death at the age of fifty-eight of that great
+prince, Charles, Duke of Shrewsbury, my most noble and generous
+patron, has afflicted me with a sorrow which I may truly call <i>acerbus
+et ingens</i>, is nothing to the world; which from one in my situation
+could expect no other, and, on the briefest relation of the benefits I
+had at his hands, might look for more. Were this all, therefore, or my
+task confined to such a relation, I should supererogate indeed in
+making this appearance. But I am informed that my lord Duke's death
+has revived in certain quarters those rumours to his prejudice which
+were so industriously put about at the time of his first retirement;
+and which, refuted as they were at the moment by the express
+declaration of his Sovereign, and at leisure by his own behaviour, as
+well as by the support which at two great crises he gave to the
+Protestant succession, formed always a proof of the malice, as now of
+the persistence, of his enemies.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still, such as they are, and though, not these circumstances only, but
+a thousand others have time after time exposed them, I am instructed
+that they are again afloat; and find favour in circles where to think
+ill of public men is held the first test of experience. And this being
+the case, and my affection for my lord such as is natural, I perceive
+a clear duty. I do not indeed suppose that anyone can at this time of
+day effect that which the sense of all good men failed to effect while
+he lived--I mean the final killing of those rumours; nor is a plain
+tale likely to persuade those, with whom idle reports, constantly
+furbished up, of letters seen in France, weigh more than a consistent
+life. But my lord's case is now, as I take it, removed to the Appeal
+Court of Posterity; which nevertheless, a lie constantly iterated may
+mislead. To provide somewhat to correct this, and wherefrom future
+historians may draw, I who knew him well, and was in his confidence
+and in a manner in his employment at the time of Sir John Fenwick's
+case--of which these calumnies were always compact--propose to set
+down my evidence here; shrinking from no fulness, at times even
+venturing on prolixity, and always remembering a saying of Lord
+Somers', that often the most material part of testimony is that on
+which the witness values himself least. To adventure on this fulness,
+which in the case of many, and perhaps the bulk of writers, might
+issue in the surfeit of their readers, I feel myself emboldened by the
+possession of a brief and concise manner of writing; which, acquired
+in the first place in the circumstances presently to appear, was later
+improved by constant practice in the composition of my lord's papers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And here some will expect me to proceed at once to the events of the
+year 1696, in which Sir John suffered, or at least 1695. But softly,
+and a little if you please <i>ab ovo</i>; still the particulars which
+enabled my lord's enemies to place a sinister interpretation on his
+conduct in those years had somewhat, and, alas, too much, to do with
+me. Therefore, before I can clear the matter up from every point of
+view, I am first to say who I am, and how I came to fall in the way of
+that great man and gain his approbation; with other preliminary
+matters, relating to myself, whereof some do not please at this
+distance, and yet must be set down, if with a wry face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Of which, I am glad to say, that the worst--with one exception---comes
+first, or at least early. And with that, to proceed; premising always
+that, as in all that follows I am no one, and the tale is my lord's, I
+shall deal very succinctly with my own concerns and chancings, and
+where I must state them for clearness of narration, will do so
+<i>currente calamo</i> (as the ancients were wont to say) and so forthwith
+to those more important matters with which my readers desire to be
+made acquainted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suffice it, then, that I was born near Bishop's Stortford on the
+borders of Hertfordshire, in that year so truly called the Annus
+Mirabilis, 1666; my father, a small yeoman, my mother of no better
+stock, she being the daughter of a poor parson in that neighbourhood.
+In such a station she was not likely to boast much learning, yet she
+could read, and having served two years in a great man's still-room,
+had acquired notions of gentility that went as ill with her station as
+they were little calculated to increase her contentment. Our house lay
+not far from the high road between Ware and Bishop's Stortford, which
+furnished us with frequent opportunities of viewing the King and
+Court, who were in the habit of passing that way two or three times in
+the year to Newmarket to see the horse-races. On these occasions we
+crowded with our neighbours to the side of the road, and gaped on the
+pageant, which lacked no show of ladies, both masked and unmasked, and
+gentlemen in all kinds of fripperies, and mettlesome horses that hit
+the taste of some among us better than either. On these excursions my
+mother was ever the foremost and the most ready; yet it was not long
+before I learned to beware of her hand for days after, and expect none
+but gloomy looks and fretful answers; while my father dared no more
+spell duty for as much as a week, than refuse the King's taxes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, and whatever she was as a wife--and it is true she could
+ding my father's ears, and, for as handsome as she was, there were
+times when he would have been happier with a plainer woman--I am far
+from saying that she was a bad mother. Indeed, she was a kind, if
+fickle, and passionate one, wiser at large and in intention than in
+practice and in small matters. Yet if for one thing only, and putting
+aside natural affection--in which I trust I am not deficient--she
+deserved to be named by me with undying gratitude. For having learned
+to read, but never to write, beyond, that is, the trifle of her maiden
+name, she valued scholarship both by that she had, and that she had
+not; and in the year after I was breeched, prevailed on my father who,
+for his part, good man, never advanced beyond the Neck Verse, to bind
+me to the ancient Grammar School at Bishop's Stortford, then kept by a
+Mr. G----.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I believe that there were some who thought this as much beyond our
+pretensions, as our small farm fell below the homestead of a man of
+substance; and for certain, the first lesson I learned at that school
+was to behave myself lowly and reverently to all my betters, being
+trounced on arrival by three squires' sons, and afterwards, in due
+order and gradation, by all who had or affected gentility. To balance
+this I found that I had the advantage of my master's favour, and that
+for no greater a thing than the tinge of my father's opinions. For
+whereas the commonalty in that country, as in all the eastern
+counties, had been for the Parliament in the late troubles, and still
+loved a patriot, my father was a King's man; which placed him high in
+Mr. G----'s estimation, who had been displaced by the Rump and hated
+all of that side, and not for the loss of his place only, but, and in
+a far greater degree, for a thing which befell him later, after he had
+withdrawn to Oxford. For being of St. John's College, and seeing all
+that rich and loyal foundation at stake, he entered himself in a body
+of horse which was raised among the younger collegians and servants;
+and probably if he had been so lucky as to lose an eye or an arm in
+the field of honour, he would have forgiven Oliver all, and not the
+King's sufferings only, but his own. But in place of that it was his
+ill-chance to be one of a troop that, marching at night by the river
+near Wallingford, took fright at nothing and galloped to Abingdon
+without drawing rein; for which reason, and because an example was
+needed, they were disbanded. True, I never heard that the fault on
+that occasion lay with our master, nor that he was a man of less
+courage than his neighbours; but he took the matter peculiarly to
+heart, and never forgave the Roundheads the slur they had unwittingly
+cast on his honour; on the contrary, and in the event, he regularly
+celebrated the thirtieth of January by flogging the six boys who stood
+lowest in each form, and afterwards reading the service of the day
+over their smarting tails. By some, indeed, it was alleged that the
+veriest dunces, if of loyal stock, might look to escape on these
+occasions; but I treat this as a calumny.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That the good man did in truth love and favour loyalty, however, and
+this without sparing the rod in season, I am myself a bright and
+excellent example. For though I never attained to the outward flower
+of scholarship by proceeding to the learned degree of arts at either
+of the Universities, I gained the root and kernel of the matter at
+Bishop's Stortford, being able at the age of fourteen to write a fine
+hand, and read Eutropius, and Cæsar, and teach the horn-book and
+Christ-Cross to younger boys. These attainments, and the taste for
+polite learning, which, as these pages will testify, I have never
+ceased to cultivate, I owe rather to the predilection which he had for
+me than to my own gifts; which, indeed, though doubtless I was always
+a boy of parts, I do not remember to have been great at the first.
+<i>Sub ferula</i>, however, and with encouragement, I so far advanced that
+he presently began to consider the promoting me to the place of usher,
+with a cane <i>in commendam</i>; and, doubtless, he would have done it but
+for a fit that took him at the first news of the Rye House Plot, and
+the danger his Sacred Majesty had run thereby--which a friend
+imprudently brought to him when he was merry after dinner--and which
+caused an illness that at one and the same time carried him off, and
+deprived me of the best of pedagogues.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After that, and learning that his successor had a son whom he proposed
+to promote to the place I desired, I returned to the school no more,
+but began to live at home; at first with pleasure, but after no long
+interval with growing chagrin and tedium. Our house possessed none of
+the comforts that are necessary to idleness, and therefore when the
+east wind drove me indoors from swinging on the gate, or sulking in
+the stack-yard, I found it neither welcome nor occupation. My younger
+brother had seized on the place of assistant to my father, and having
+got thews and experience <i>ambulando</i>, found fresh ground every day for
+making mock of my uselessness. Did I milk, the cows kicked over the
+bucket, while I thought of other things; did I plough, my furrows ran
+crooked; when I thrashed, the flail soon wearied my arms. In the
+result, therefore, the respect with which my father had at first
+regarded my learning, wore off, and he grew to hate the sight of me
+whether I hung over the fire or loafed in the doorway, my sleeves too
+short for my chapped arms, and my breeches barely to my knees. Though
+my mother still believed in me, and occasionally, when she was in an
+ill-humour with my father, made me read to her, her support scarcely
+balanced the neighbours' sneers. Nor when I chanced to displease
+her--which, to do her justice, was not often, for I was her
+favourite--was she above joining in the general cry, and asking me,
+while she cuffed me, whether I thought the cherries fell into the
+mouth, and meant to spend all my life with my hands in my pockets.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To make a long story short, at the end of twelve months, whereof every
+day of the last ten increased my hatred of our home surroundings, the
+dull strip of common before the door, the duck-pond, the grey horizon,
+and the twin ash-trees on which I had cut my name so often, I heard
+through a neighbour that an usher was required in a school at Ware.
+This was enough for me; while, of my family, who saw me leave with
+greater relief on their own account than hope on mine, only my mother
+felt or affected regret. With ten shillings in my pocket, her parting
+gift, and my scanty library of three volumes packed among my clothes
+on my back, I plodded the twelve miles to Ware, satisfied the learned
+Mr. D---- that I had had the small-pox, would sleep three in a bed,
+and knew more than he did; and the same day was duly engaged to teach
+in his classical seminary, in return for my board, lodging, washing,
+and nine guineas a year.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had trailed a pike in the wars, and was an ignorant, but neither a
+cruel, nor, save in the pretence of knowledge, a dishonest man; it
+might be supposed, therefore, that, after the taste of idleness and
+dependence I had had, I should here find myself tolerably placed, and
+in the fair way of promotion. But I presently found that I had merely
+exchanged a desert for a prison, wherein I had not only the
+shepherding of the boys to do, both by night and day, which in a short
+time grew inconceivably irksome, so that I had to choose whether I
+would be tyrant or slave; but also the main weight of teaching, and
+there no choice at all but to be a drudge. And this without any
+alleviation from week's end to week's end, either at meals or at any
+other time! for my employer's wife had high notions, and must keep a
+separate house, though next door, and with communications; sitting
+down with us only on Sundays, and then at dinner, when woe betide the
+boy who gobbled his food or choked over the pudding-balls. Having
+satisfied herself on my first coming that my father was neither of the
+Quorum nor of Justice's kin, and, in fact, a mere rustic nobody, she
+had no more to say to me, but when she was not scolding her husband,
+addressed herself solely to one of the boys, who by virtue of an uncle
+who was a Canon, had his seat beside her. Insensibly, her husband, who
+at first, with an eye to my knowledge and his own deficiencies, had
+been more civil to me, took the same tone; and not only that, but,
+finding that I was to be trusted, he came less and less into school,
+until at last he would only appear for a few minutes in the day, and
+to carve when we had meat, and to see the lights extinguished at
+night. This without any added value for me; so that the better I
+served him--and for a year I managed his school for him--the less he
+favoured me, and at last thought a nod all the converse he owed me in
+the day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Consigned to this solitary life by those above me, it was not likely
+that I should find compensation in the society of lads to whom I stood
+in an odious light, and of whom the oldest was no more than fourteen.
+For what was our life? Such hours as we did not spend in the drudgery
+of school, or in our beds, we passed in a yard on the dank side of the
+house, a grassless place, muddy in winter and dusty in summer,
+overshadowed by one skeleton tree; and wherein, since all violent
+games and sports were forbidden by the good lady's scruples (who
+belonged to the fanatical party) as savouring of Popery, we had
+perforce to occupy ourselves with bickerings and complaints and
+childish plays. Abutting on the garden of her house, this yard
+presented on its one open side a near prospect of water-butts, and
+drying clothes, so that to this day I profess that I hold it in
+greater horror than any other place or thing at that school.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It is true we walked out in the country at rare intervals; but as
+three sides of the town were forbidden to us by a great man, whose
+property lay in that quarter, and who feared for his game, our
+excursions were always along one road, which afforded neither change
+nor variety. Moreover, I had a particular reason for liking these
+excursions as little as possible, which was that they exposed me to
+frequent meetings with gay young sparks of my own age, whose scornful
+looks as they rode by, with the contemptuous names they called after
+me, asking who dressed the boys' hair and the like, I found it
+difficult to support--even with the aid of those reflections on the
+dignity of learning and the Latin tongue which I had imbibed from my
+late master.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Be it remembered (in palliation of that which I shall presently tell)
+that at this time I was only eighteen, an age at which the passions
+and ambitions awake, and that this was my life. At a time when youth
+demands change and excitement and the fringe of ornament, my days and
+weeks went by in a plain round, as barren of wholesome interests as it
+was unadorned by any kindly aid or companionship. To rise, to teach,
+to use the cane, to move always in a dull atmosphere of routine; for
+diversion to pace the yard I have described, always with shrill
+quarrellings in my ears--these with the weekly walk made up my life at
+Ware, and must form my excuse. How the one came to an abrupt end, how
+I came to have sore need of the other, it is now my business to tell;
+but of these in the next chapter; wherein also I propose to show,
+without any moralities, another thing that shall prove them to the
+purpose, namely, how these early experiences, which I have thus curtly
+described, led me <i>per viam dolorosam</i> to my late lord, and mingled my
+fortunes with his, under circumstances not unworthy of examination by
+those who take mankind for their study.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_02" href="#div1Ref_02">CHAPTER II</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">To begin, Mrs. D----, my master's better-half, though she seldom
+condescended to our house, and when engaged in her kitchen premises
+affected to ignore the proximity of ours, enjoyed in Ware the
+reputation of a shrewd and capable house-wife. Whether she owed this
+solely to the possession of a sharp temper and voluble voice, I cannot
+say; but only that during all the time I was there I scarcely ever
+passed an hour in our miserable playground without my ears being
+deafened and my brain irritated by the sound of her chiding. She had
+the advantage, when I first came to the school, of an elderly servant,
+who went about her work under an even flow of scolding, and, it may
+be, had become so accustomed to the infliction as to be neither the
+better nor worse for it. But about the time of which I am writing,
+when, as I have said, I had been there twelve months, I remarked a
+change in Mrs. D----'s voice, and judged from the increased acerbity
+and rising shrillness of her tone that she had passed from drilling an
+old servant to informing a new one. To confirm this theory, before
+long, &quot;Lazy slut!&quot; and &quot;Dirty baggage!&quot; and &quot;Take that, Insolence,&quot;
+were the best of the terms I heard; and these so frequently mingled
+with blows and slaps, and at times with the sound of sobbing, that my
+gall rose. I had listened indifferently enough, and if with
+irritation, without much pain, to the chiding of the old servant; and
+I knew no more of this one. But by the instinct which draws youth to
+youth, or by reason of Mrs. D----'s increased severity, I began to
+feel for her, to pity her, and at last to wonder what she was like,
+and her age, and so forth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nothing more formidable than a low paling separated the garden of Mrs.
+D----'s house from our yard; but that her eyes might not be offended
+by the ignoble sight of the trade by which she lived, four great
+water-butts were ranked along the fence, which, being as tall as a
+man, and nicely arranged, and strengthened on the inner side by an
+accumulation of rubbish and so forth, formed a pretty effective
+screen. The boys indeed had their spyholes, and were in the habit of
+peeping when I did not check them; but in only one place, at the
+corner farthest from the house, was it possible to see by accident, as
+it were, and without stooping or manifest prying, a small patch of the
+garden. This gap in the corner I had hitherto shunned, for Mrs.
+D---- had more than once sent me from it with a flea in my ear and hot
+cheeks: now, however, it became a favourite with me, and as far as I
+could, without courting the notice of the wretched urchins who whined
+and squabbled round me, I began to frequent it; sometimes leaning
+against the abutting fence with my back to the house, as in a fit of
+abstraction, and then slowly turning--when I did not fail to rake the
+aforesaid patch with my eyes; and sometimes taking that corner for the
+limit of a brisk walk to and fro, which made it natural to pause and
+wheel at that point.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Notwithstanding these ruses, however, and though Mrs. D----'s voice,
+raised in anger, frequently bore witness to her neighbourhood, it was
+some time before I caught a glimpse of the person, whose fate, more
+doleful than mine, yet not dissimilar, had awakened my interest. At
+length I espied her, slowly crossing the garden, with her back to me
+and a yoke on her shoulders. Two pails hung from the yoke, I smelled
+swill; and in a trice seeing in her no more than a wretched drab, in
+clogs and a coarse sacking-apron, I felt my philanthropy brought to
+the test; and without a second glance turned away in disgust. And
+thought no more of her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After that I took a distaste for the gap, and I do not remember that I
+visited it for a week or more; when, at length, chance or custom
+taking me there again, I saw the same woman hanging clothes on the
+line. She had her back to me as on the former occasion; but this time
+I lingered watching her, and whether she knew or not that I was there,
+her work presently brought her towards the place in the fence beside
+the water-barrels, at which I stood gazing. Still, I could not see her
+face, in part because she did not turn my way, and more because she
+wore a dirty limp sun-bonnet, which obscured her features. But I
+continued to watch; and by-and-by she had finished her hanging, and
+took up the empty basket to go in again; and thereon, suddenly in the
+act of rising from stooping, she looked directly at me, not being more
+than two, or at the most three, paces from me. It was but one look,
+and it lasted, I suppose, two seconds or so; but it touched something
+in me that had never been touched before, and to this time of writing,
+and though I have been long married and have children, my body burns
+at the remembrance of it. For not only was the face that for those two
+seconds looked into mine a face of rare beauty, brown and low-browed,
+with scarlet, laughing lips, and milk-white teeth, and eyes of
+witchery, brighter than a queen's jewels, but in the look, short as it
+was and passing, shone a something that I had never seen in a woman's
+face before, a something, God knows what, appeal or passion or
+temptation, that on the instant fired my blood. I suppose, nay, I know
+now, that the face that flashed that look at me from under the dirty
+sun-bonnet could change to a marvel; and in a minute, and as by a
+miracle, become dull and almost ugly, or the most beautiful in the
+world. But then, that and all such things were new to me who knew no
+women, and had never spoken to a woman in the way of love nor thought
+of one when her back was turned; so new, that when it was over and she
+gone without a second glance, I went back to the house another man, my
+heart thumping in my breast, and my cheeks burning, and my whole being
+oppressed with desire and bashfulness and wonder and curiosity, and a
+hundred other emotions that would not permit me to be at ease until I
+had hidden myself from all eyes.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p13"><img src="images/p13.png" alt="p13"></a><br>
+SHE LOOKED DIRECTLY AT ME</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">Well, to be brief, that, in less than the time I have taken to tell
+it, changed all. I was eighteen; the girl's shining eyes burned me up,
+as flame burns stubble. In an hour, a week, a day, I can no more say
+within what time than I can describe what befel me before I was
+born--for if that was a sleeping, this was a dream, and passed swift
+and confused as one--I was madly and desperately in love. Her face
+brilliant, mischievous, alluring, rose before the thumbed grammar by
+day, and the dim casement of the fetid, crowded bedroom by night, and
+filled the slow, grey dawnings, now with joy and now with despair. For
+the time, I thought only of her, lived for her, did my work in dreams
+of her. I kept no count of time, I gave no heed to what passed round
+me; but I went through the routine of my miserable life, happy as the
+slave that, rich in the possession of some beneficent drug, defies the
+pains of labour and the lash. I say my miserable life; but I say it,
+so great was the change, in a figure only and in retrospect. Mrs.
+D---- might scorn me now, and the boys squabble round me, yet that
+life was no longer miserable nor dull, whereof every morning flattered
+me with hopes of seeing my mistress, and every third day or so
+fulfilled the promise.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With all this, and though from the moment her eyes met mine across the
+fence, her beauty possessed me utterly, a full fortnight elapsed
+before I spoke with her. In the interval I saw her three times, and
+always in the wretched guise in which she had first appeared to me;
+which, so far from checking my passion, now augmented it by the full
+measure of the mystery with which the sordidness of her dress, in
+contrast with her beauty, invested her in my mind. But, for speaking
+with her, that was another matter, and one presenting so many
+difficulties (whereof, as the boys' constant presence and Mrs. D----'s
+temper were the greatest, so my bashfulness was not the least) that I
+think we might have gone another fortnight, and perhaps a third to
+that, and not come to it, had not a certain privilege on which Mr.
+D----'s good lady greatly prided herself, come to our aid in the nick
+of time, and by bringing us into the same room (a thing which had
+never occurred before, and of itself threw me into a fever) combined
+with fortune to aid my hopes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This privilege--so Mrs. D---- invariably styled it--was the solemn
+gathering of the household on one Sunday in each month to listen to a
+discourse which, her husband sitting meekly by, she read to us from
+the works of some Independent divine. On these occasions she delivered
+herself so sonorously and with so much gusto, that I do not doubt she
+found compensation in them for the tedium of the sermon on Passive
+Obedience, or on the fate of the Amalekite, to which, in compliance
+with the laws against Dissent, she had perforce listened earlier in
+the day. The master and mistress and the servant sat on one side of
+the room, I with the boys on the other; and hitherto I am unable to
+say which of us had suffered more under the infliction. But the
+appearance of my sweet martyr--so, when Madam's voice rang shrillest
+and most angrily over the soapsuds, I had come to think of her--in a
+place behind her master and mistress (being the same in which the old
+servant had nodded and grunted every sermon evening since my coming),
+put a new complexion on the matter. For her, she entered, as if
+unconscious of my presence, and took her seat with downcast eyes and
+hands folded, and that dull look on her face which, when she chose,
+veiled three-fourths of its beauty. But my ears flamed, and the blood
+surged to my head; and I thought that all must read my secret in my
+face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With Mrs. D----, however, this was the one hour in the month when the
+suspicions natural in one of her carping temper, slept, and she tasted
+a pleasure comparatively pure. Majestically arrayed in a huge pair of
+spectacles--which on this occasion, and in the character of the family
+priest, her vanity permitted and even incited her to wear--and
+provided with a couple of tall tallow candles, which it was her
+husband's duty to snuff, she would open the dreaded quarto and prop it
+firmly on the table before her. Then, after giving out her text in a
+tone that need not have disgraced Hugh Peters or the most famous
+preacher of her persuasion, it was her custom to lift her eyes and
+look round to assure herself that all was cringing attention; and this
+was the trying moment; woe to the boy whose gaze wandered--his back
+would smart for it before he slept. These preliminaries at an end,
+however, and the discourse begun, the danger was over for the time;
+for, in the voluptuous roll of the long wordy sentences, and the
+elections and damnations, and free wills that plentifully bestrewed
+them, she speedily forgot all but the sound of her own voice; and,
+nothing occurring to rouse her, might be trusted to read for the hour
+and half with pleasure to herself and without risk to others.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So it fell out on this occasion. As soon, therefore, as the steady
+droning of her voice gave me courage to look up, I had before me the
+same scene with which a dozen Sunday evenings had made me familiar;
+the dull circle of yellow light; within it Madam's horn-rimmed glasses
+shining over the book, while her finger industriously followed the
+lines; a little behind, her husband, nodding and recovering himself by
+turns. Not now was this all, however: now I saw also <i>imprimis</i>, a dim
+oval face, framed in the background behind the two old people; and
+that, now in shadow now in light, gleamed before my fascinated eyes
+with unearthly beauty. Once or twice, fearing to be observed, I
+averted my gaze and looked elsewhere; guiltily and with hot temples.
+But always I returned to it again. And always, the longer I let my
+eyes dwell on the vision--for a vision it seemed in the halo of the
+candles--and the more monotonous hung the silence, broken only by
+Mrs. D----'s even drone, the more distinctly the beautiful face stood
+out, and the more bewitching and alluring appeared the red lips and
+smiling eyes and dark clustering hair, that moment by moment drew my
+heart from me, and kindled my ripening brain and filled my veins with
+fever!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Seventhly, and under this head, of the sin of David!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So Mrs. D---- booming on, in her deep voice, to all seeming
+endlessly; while the air of the dingy whitewashed room grew stale, and
+the candles guttered and burned low, and the boys, poor little
+wretches, leaned on one another's shoulders and sighed, and it was
+difficult to say whether Mr. D----'s noddings or his recoveries went
+nearer to breaking his neck. At last--or was it only my fancy?--I
+thought I made out a small brown hand gliding within the circle of
+light. Then--or was I dreaming?--one of the candles began to move; but
+to move so little and so stealthily, that I could not swear to it; nor
+ever could have sworn, if Mr. D----'s wig had not a moment later taken
+fire with a light flame, and a stench, and a frizzling sound, that in
+a second brought him, still half-asleep, but swearing, to his feet.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mrs. D----, her mouth open, and the volume lifted, halted in the
+middle of a word, and glared as if she had been shot; her surprise at
+the interruption so great--and no wonder--that she could not for a
+while find words. But the stream of her indignation, so checked, only
+gathered volume; and in a few seconds broke forth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. D----!&quot; she cried, slamming the book down on the table. &quot;You
+disgusting beast! Do you know that the boys are here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My wig is on fire!&quot; he cried for answer. He had taken it off, and now
+held it at arm's length, looking at it so ruefully that the boys,
+though they knew the danger, could scarcely restrain their laughter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And serve you right for a weak-kneed member!&quot; his wife answered in a
+voice that made us quake. &quot;If you had not guzzled at dinner, sir, and
+swilled small beer you would have remained awake instead of spoiling a
+good wig, and staining your soul! Ay, and causing these little
+ones----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I never closed my eyes!&quot; he declared, roundly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Rubbish!&quot; she answered in a tone that would brook no denial. And
+then, &quot;Give the wig to Jennie, sir!&quot; she continued, peremptorily. &quot;And
+put your handkerchief on your head. It is well that good Mr. Nesbit
+does not know what language has been used during his discourse; it
+would cut that excellent man to the heart. Do you hear, sir, give the
+wig to Jennie!&quot; she screamed. &quot;A handkerchief is good enough for
+profane swearers and filthy talkers! And too good! Too good, sir!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went reluctantly to obey, seeing nothing for it; but between his
+anger and Jennie's clumsiness, the wig, in passing from one to the
+other, fell under the table. This caused Mrs. D----, who was at the
+end of her patience, to spring up in a rage, and down went a candle.
+Nor was this the worst; for the grease in its fall cast a trail of hot
+drops on her Sunday gown, and in a flash she was on the maid and had
+smacked her face till the room rang.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Take that, and that, you clumsy baggage!&quot; she cried in a fury, her
+face crimson. &quot;And that! And the next time you offer to take a
+gentleman's wig have better manners. This will cost you a year's
+wages, my fine madam! and let me hear of your stepping over the
+doorstep until it is earned, and I will have you jailed and whipped.
+Do you hear? And you,&quot; she continued, turning ferociously on her
+husband, &quot;swearing on the Lord's day like a drunken, raffling,
+God-forsaken Tantivy! You are not much better!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It only remains in my memory now as a coarse outburst of vixenish
+temper, made prominent by after events. But what I felt at the moment
+I should in vain try to describe. At one time I was on the point of
+springing on the woman, and at another all but caught the sobbing girl
+in my arms and challenged the world to touch her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Fortunately, Mr. D----, now fully awakened, and the more inclined to
+remember decency in proportion as his wife forgot it, recalled me to
+myself by sternly bidding me see the boys to their beds.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Glad to escape, they needed no second order, but flocked to the door,
+and I with them. In our retreat, it was necessary for me to pass close
+to the shrinking girl, whom Mrs. D---- was still abusing with all the
+cruelty imaginable; as I did so I heard, or dreamed that I heard,
+three words, breathed in the faintest possible whisper. I say, dreamed
+I heard, for the girl neither looked at me nor removed the apron from
+her face, nor by abating her sobs or any other sign betrayed that she
+spoke or that she was conscious of my neighbourhood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet the three words, &quot;Garden, ten minutes,&quot; so gently breathed, that I
+doubted while I heard, could only have come from her; and assured of
+that, it will be believed that I found the ten minutes I spent seeing
+the boys to bed by the light of one scanty rushlight the longest and
+most tumultuous I ever passed. If she had not spoken I should have
+found it a sorry time, indeed; since the moment the door was closed
+behind me I discerned a hundred reasons to be dissatisfied with my
+conduct, thought of a hundred things I should have said, and saw a
+hundred things I should have done; and stood a coward convicted. Now,
+however, all was not over; I might explain. I was about to see her, to
+speak with her, to pour out my indignation and pity, perhaps to touch
+her hand; and in the delicious throb of fear and hope and excitement
+with which these anticipations filled my breast, I speedily forgot to
+regret what was past.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_03" href="#div1Ref_03">CHAPTER III</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Doubtless there have been men able to boast, and with truth, that they
+carried to their first assignation with a woman an even pulse. But as
+I do not presume to rank myself among these, who have been commonly
+men of high station (of whom my late Lord Rochester was, I believe,
+the chief in my time), neither--the unhappy occurrence which I am in
+the way to relate, notwithstanding---have I, if I may say so without
+disrespect, so little heart as to crave the reputation. In truth, I
+experienced that evening, as I crept out of the back door of Mr.
+D----'s house, and stole into the gloom of the whispering garden, a
+full share of the guilty feeling that goes with secrecy; and more than
+my share of the agitation of spirit natural in one who knows (and is
+new to the thought) that under cover of the darkness a woman stands
+trembling and waiting for him. A few paces from the house--which I
+could leave without difficulty, though at the risk of detection--I
+glanced back to assure myself that all was still: then shivering, as
+much with excitement as at the chill greeting the night air gave me, I
+hastened to the gap in the fence, through which I had before seen my
+mistress.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I felt for the gap with my hand and peered through it, and called her
+name softly--&quot;Jennie! Jennie!&quot; and listened; and after an interval
+called again, more boldly. Still hearing nothing, I discovered by the
+sinking at my heart--which was such that, for all my eighteen years, I
+could have sat down and cried--how much I had built on her coming. And
+I called again and again; and still got no answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet I did not despair. Mrs. D---- might have kept her, or one of a
+hundred things might have happened to delay her; from one cause or
+another she might not have been able to slip out as quickly as she had
+thought. She might come yet; and so, though the more prolonged my
+absence, the greater risk of detection I ran, I composed myself to
+wait with what patience I might. The town was quiet; human noise at an
+end for the day; but Mr. D----'s school stood on the outskirts, with
+its back to the open country, and between the sighing of the wind
+among the poplars, and the murmur of a neighbouring brook, and those
+far-off noises that seem inseparable from the night, I had stood a
+minute or more before another sound, differing from all these, and
+having its origin at a spot much nearer to me, caught my ear, and set
+my heart beating. It was the noise of a woman weeping; and to this day
+I do not know precisely what I did on hearing it--when I made out what
+it was, I mean--or how I found courage to do it; only, that in an
+instant, as it seemed to me, I was on the other side of the fence, and
+had taken the girl in my arms, with her head on my shoulder, and her
+wet eyes looking into mine, while I rained kisses on her face.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p21"><img src="images/p21.png" alt="p21"></a><br>
+IN AN INSTANT I WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">Doubtless the darkness and her grief and my passion gave me boldness
+to do this; and to do a hundred other mad things in my ecstasy. For,
+as I had never spoken to her before, any more than I had ever held a
+woman in my arms before, so I had not thought, I had not dreamed of
+this! of her hand, perhaps, but no more. Therefore, and though since
+Adam's time the stars have looked down on many a lover's raptures,
+never, I verily believe, have they gazed on transports so perfect, so
+unlooked for, as were mine at that moment! And all the time not a word
+passed between us; but after a while she pushed me from her, with a
+kind of force that would not be resisted, and holding me at arm's
+length, looked at me strangely; and then thrusting me altogether from
+her, she bade me, almost roughly, go back.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? And leave you?&quot; I cried, astonished and heart-broken.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, sir, but go to the other side of the fence,&quot; she answered firmly,
+drying her eyes and recovering something of her usual calmness. &quot;And
+more, if you love me as you say you do----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I protested. &quot;<i>If?</i>&quot; I cried. &quot;If! And what then--if I do?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will learn to obey,&quot; she answered, coolly, yet with an archness
+that transported me anew. &quot;I am not one of your boys.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For that word, I would have caught her in my arms again, but with a
+power that I presently came to know, and whereof that was the first
+exercise, she waved me back. &quot;Go!&quot; she said, masterfully. &quot;For this
+time, go. Do you hear me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My boldness of a minute before, notwithstanding, I stood in awe of
+her, and was easily cowed; and I crossed the fence. When I was on my
+side, she came to the gap, and rewarded me by giving me her hand to
+kiss. &quot;Understand me,&quot; she said. &quot;You are to come to this side, sir,
+only when I give you leave.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh,&quot; I cried. &quot;Can you be so cruel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or not at all, if you prefer it,&quot; she continued, drily. &quot;More, you
+must go in, now, or I shall be missed and beaten. You do not want that
+to happen, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If that hag touches you again!&quot; I cried, boiling with rage at the
+thought, &quot;I will--I will----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; she said softly, and her fingers closed on mine, and sent a
+thrill to my heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will strangle her!&quot; I cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed, a little cruelly. &quot;Fine words,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I mean them!&quot; I answered, passionately. And I swore it--I swore
+it; what will not a boy in love promise?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; she answered, whispering and leaning forward until her breath
+fanned my cheek, and the intoxicating scent of her hair stole away my
+senses, &quot;perhaps some day I shall try you. Are you sure that you will
+not fail me then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I swore it, panting, and tried to draw her towards me by her arm; but
+she held back, laughing softly and as one well pleased; and then, in a
+moment, snatching her hand from me, she vanished in the darkness of
+the garden, leaving me in a seventh heaven of delight, my blood fired
+by her kisses, my fancy dwelling on her beauty; and without one
+afterthought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Doubtless had I been less deep in love (wherein I was far over-head),
+or deeper in experience, I might have noted it for a curious thing
+that she should be so quickly comforted; and should be able to rise in
+a few moments, and at the touch of my lips, from passionate despair to
+perfect control, both of herself and of me. And starting thence, I
+might have gone on to suspect that she possessed her full share of the
+<i>finesse</i>, which is always a woman's shield and sometimes her sword.
+But as such suspicions are foreign to youth, so are they especially
+foreign to youthful love, which takes nothing lower than perfection
+for its idol. And this I can say for certain, that they no more
+entered my brain than did the consequences which were to flow from my
+passion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For the time, indeed, I was in an ecstasy, a rapture. Walking
+a-tip-toe, and troubled by none of the things that trouble common
+folk; so that to this day--though long married--I look back to that
+period of innocent folly with a yearning and a regret, the sorer for
+this, that when I try to analyse the happiness I enjoyed, I fail, and
+make nothing of it. That all things should be changed for me, and I be
+changed in my own eyes--so that I walked a head taller and esteemed
+myself ridiculously--by the fact that a kitchen wench in a drugget
+petticoat and clogs had let me kiss her, and left me to believe
+that she loved me, seems incredible now; as incredible as that
+a daily glimpse of her figure flitting among the water-butts and
+powdering-tubs had power to transform that miserable back garden into
+a paradise, and Mr. D----'s school, with its dumplings, and bread and
+dripping, and inky fingers, into a mansion of tremulous joy!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet it was so. Nor did it matter anything to me, so great is the power
+of love when one is young, that my mistress went in rags, and had
+coarse hands, and spoke rustically. Touching this last, indeed, I must
+do her the justice to say that from the first she was as quick to note
+differences of speech and manner as she was apt to imitate good
+exemplars; and, moreover, possessed under her rags a species of
+refinement that matched the witchery of her face, and proved her to
+be, as she presently showed herself, no common girl.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Of course I, in the state of happy delirium on which I had now
+entered, and wherein even Mr. D---- and the boys wore an amiable air,
+and only Mrs. D----, because she persecuted my love, had the semblance
+of a female Satan, needed no proof of this; or I had had it when my
+Dorinda--so I christened her, feeling Jennie too low a name for so
+much beauty and kindness--proposed at our second rendezvous that I
+should teach her to read. At the first flush of the proposal I found
+reading a poor thing because she did not possess it; at the second I
+adored her for the humility that condescended to learn; but at the
+third I saw the convenience, as well as sense, of a proposal which was
+as much above the mind of an ordinary maid in love as Dorinda appeared
+superior to such a creature in all the qualities that render sense
+amiable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet this much granted, how to teach her, seeing that we seldom met or
+conversed, and never, save under the kindly shelter of darkness? The
+obstacle for a time taxed all my ingenuity, but in the end I
+surmounted it by boldly asking Mr. D----'s leave to hold the afternoon
+classes in the playground. This, the approach of warm weather giving
+colour to the petition, was allowed; after which, as Dorinda was
+engaged in the back premises at that hour, and could listen while she
+drudged, the rest was easy. Calling up the lowest class, I would find
+fault with their reading, and after flying out at them in a simulated
+passion, would remit them again and again to the elements; so that for
+a fortnight or more, and, indeed, until the noise of the lads
+repeating the lesson annoyed Mrs. D----'s ears, the playground rang
+with a-b, ab; e-b, eb; c-a-t, cat; d-o-g, dog, and the like, with the
+alphabet and the rest of the horn-book. And all this so frequently
+repeated, that with this assistance, and the help of a spelling-book
+which I gave her, and which she studied before others awoke, my
+mistress at the end of two months could read tolerably, and was
+beginning to essay easy round-hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And Heaven knows how delicious were those lessons under the shabby
+ragged tree that shaded one half of the yard! I spoke to the yawning
+grubby-fingered boys, who slouched and straddled round me; but I knew
+to whose ears I applied myself; nor had pupil ever a more diligent
+master, or master an apter pupil. Once a week I had my fee of kisses,
+but rarely, very rarely, was permitted to cross the fence; a reserve
+on my Dorinda's part, that, while it augmented the esteem in which I
+held her, maintained my passion at a white heat. When, nevertheless, I
+remonstrated with her, and loverlike, complained of the rigour which
+in my heart I commended, she chid me for setting a low value on her;
+and when I persisted, &quot;Go on,&quot; she said, drawing away from me with a
+wonderful air of offence. &quot;Tell me at once, and in so many words, that
+you think me a low thing! That you really take me for the kitchen
+drudge I appear!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her tone was full of meaning, with a hint of mystery, but as I had
+never thought her aught else--and yet an angel--I was dumb.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You did think me that?&quot; she cried, fixing me with her eyes, and
+speaking in a tone that demanded an answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered that I had never heard, had never known, that--that--and so
+stammered into silence, not at all understanding her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then I think that hitherto we have been under a mistake,&quot; she
+answered, speaking very distantly, and in a voice that sent my heart
+into my boots. &quot;You were fond--or said you were--of the cook-maid. She
+does not exist. No, sir, a little farther away, if you please,&quot; my
+mistress continued, haughtily, her head in the air, &quot;and know that I
+come of better stock than that. If you would have my story I will tell
+it you. I can remember--it is almost the first thing I can remember--a
+day when I played, as a little child, with a necklace of gold beads,
+in the court-yard of a house in a great city; and wandered out, the
+side gate being open, and the porter not in his seat, into the
+streets; where,&quot; she continued dreamily, and gazing away from me,
+&quot;there were great crowds, and men firing guns, and people running
+every way----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I uttered an exclamation of astonishment. She noticed it only by
+making a short pause, and then went on in the same thoughtful tone,
+&quot;As far as I can remember, it was a place where there were booths and
+stalls crowded together, and among them, it seems to me, a man was
+being hunted, who ran first one way and then another, while soldiers
+shot at him. At last he came where I had dropped on the ground in
+terror, after running child-like where the danger was greatest. He
+glared at me an instant--he was running, stooping down below the level
+of the booths, and they had lost him for the time; then he snatched me
+up in his arms, and darted from his shelter, crying loudly as he held
+me up, 'Save the child! Save the child!' The crowd raised the same
+cry, and made a way for him to pass. And then--I do not remember
+anything, until I found myself shabbily dressed in a little inn,
+where, I suppose, the man, having made his escape, left me.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_04" href="#div1Ref_04">CHAPTER IV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I remember that I cried out in overwhelming excitement and
+amazement; cried out that I knew the man and his story, and the place
+whence she had been taken; that I had heard the tale from my father
+years before. &quot;It was Colonel Porter who picked you up--Colonel
+Porter, and he saved his life by it!&quot; I cried, quite beside myself at
+the wonderful discovery I had made. &quot;It was Colonel Porter, in the
+great riot at Norwich.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah?&quot; she said, slowly; looking away from me, and speaking so coolly
+and strangely as both to surprise and damp me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet I persisted. &quot;Yes,&quot; I said, &quot;the story is well known; at least
+that part of it. But----&quot; and there and at that word I stopped,
+dumbfounded and gaping.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what?&quot; she asked sharply, and looked at me again; the colour
+risen in her face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But--you are only eighteen,&quot; I hazarded timidly, &quot;and the Norwich
+riot was in the War time. I dare say, thirty years ago.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She turned on me in a sort of passion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, sir, and what of that?&quot; she cried. &quot;Do you think me thirty?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, indeed,&quot; I answered. And at the most she was nineteen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then don't you believe me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I cried out too at that; but, boy-like, I was so proud of my knowledge
+and acuteness that I could not let the point lie. &quot;All I mean,&quot; I
+explained, &quot;is that to have been alive then, and at Norwich, you must
+be thirty now. And----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And was it I?&quot; she answered, flying out at me in a fine fury. &quot;Who
+said anything about Norwich? Or your dirty riots? Or your Porter,
+whose name I never heard before! Go away! I hate you! I hate you!&quot; she
+continued, passionately, waving me off. &quot;You make up things and then
+put them on me! I never said a word about Norwich.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know you did not,&quot; I protested.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then why did you say I did?&quot; she wailed. &quot;Why did you say I did? You
+are a wretch! I hate you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And with that, dissolving in tears and sobs she at one and the same
+time showed me another side of love, and reduced me to the utmost
+depths of despair; whence I was not permitted to emerge, nor
+reinstated in the least degree of favour until I had a hundred times
+abased myself before her, and was ready to curse the day when I first
+heard the name of Porter. Still peace was at last, and with infinite
+difficulty restored; and so complete was our <i>redintegratio amoris</i>
+that we presently ventured to recur to her tale and to the strange
+coincidence that had divided us; which did not seem so very
+remarkable, on second thought, seeing that she could not now remember
+that she had said a word about booths or stalls, but would have it I
+had inserted those particulars; the man in her case having taken
+refuge--she fancied, but could not at this distance of time remember
+very clearly--among the seats of a kind of bull-ring or circus erected
+in the marketplace. Which of course made a good deal of difference.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Notwithstanding this discrepancy, however, and though, taught by
+experience, I hastened to agree with her that the secret of her birth
+was not likely to be discovered in a moment, nor by so simple a
+process as the journey to Norwich, which I had been going to suggest,
+it was natural that we should often revert to the subject, and to her
+pretensions, and the hardship of her lot: and my curiosity and
+questions giving a fillip to her memory, scarcely a day passed but she
+recovered some new detail from the past; as at one time a service of
+gold-plate which she perfectly remembered she had seen on her father's
+sideboard; and at another time an accident that had befell her in her
+childhood, through her father's coach and six horses being overturned
+in a slough. Such particulars (and many others as pertinent and
+romantic, on which I will not linger) gave us a certainty of her past
+consequence and her future fortune were her parents once known; and
+while they served to augment the respect in which my love held her,
+gradually and almost imperceptibly led her to take a higher tone with
+me, and even on occasions to carry herself towards me with an air of
+mystery, as if there were still some things which she had not confided
+to me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This attitude on her part--which in itself pained me extremely--and
+still more the fear naturally arising from it, that if she came by her
+own I should immediately lose her, forced me to make the acquaintance
+of yet another side of love; by throwing me, I mean, into such a fever
+of suspicion and jealousy as made me for a period the most unhappy of
+men. From this plight my mistress, exercising the privilege of her
+sex, made no haste to relieve me. On the contrary, by affecting an
+increased reserve and asserting that her movements were watched, she
+prolonged my doubts; nor when this treatment had wrought the desired
+end of reducing me to the lowest depths, and she at length consented
+to meet me, did she entirely relent or abandon her reserve; or if she
+did so, on rare occasions, it was only to set me some task as the
+price of her complaisance, or expose me to some trial by which she
+might prove my devotion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In a word, while I became hopelessly enslaved, even to the flogging a
+boy at her word, or procuring a dress far above my station--merely
+that she might see me by stealth in it, and judge of my air!--which
+were two of her caprices, she appeared to be farther removed from me
+every day, and at each meeting granted me fewer privileges. Whether
+this treatment had its origin in the natural instinct of a woman, or
+was deliberately chosen as better calculated to increase my
+subservience, it had the latter effect; and to such an extent that
+when, after a long absence, she condescended to meet me, and broached
+a plan that earlier would have raised my hair, I asked no better than
+to do her bidding, and, instead of pointing out the folly of her
+proposal, fell in with it with scarcely a murmur.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her plan, when she communicated it to me, which she did with an air of
+mystery and the same assumption of a secret withheld that had
+tormented me before, amounted to nothing less than an evening sally
+into the town on the occasion of the approaching visit of the Duke of
+York, who was to lie one night at the Rose at Ware on his way to
+Newmarket. Mr. D---- had issued the strictest orders that all should
+keep the house during this visit; not so much out of a proper care for
+the boys' morality (though the gay crowd that followed the Court
+served for a pretext) as because, in his character of fanatic and
+Exclusionist, he held His Highness's religion and person in equal
+abhorrence. Such a restriction weighed little in the scale against
+love; but, infatuated as I was, I found something that sensibly
+shocked me in the proposal coming from Dorinda's lips; nor could I
+fail to foresee many dangers to which a young girl must expose herself
+on such an expedition in the town, and at night. But as to a youth in
+love nothing that his mistress chooses to do seems long amiss, so this
+proposal scared me for a moment only; after which it cost my mistress
+no more than a little rallying on my crop-eared manners, and some
+scolding, to make me see it in its true aspect of an innocent frolic,
+fraught with as much pleasure to the cavalier as novelty to the
+escorted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will don your new suit,&quot; she said, merrily, &quot;and I shall meet you
+in the garden at half past nine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And if the boys may miss me?&quot; I protested feebly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The boys have missed you before!&quot; she answered, mocking my tone.
+&quot;Were you not here last night? And for a whole hour, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I confessed with hot cheeks that I had been there; humbly and tamely
+awaiting her pleasure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And did they tell then?&quot; she asked scornfully. &quot;Or are they less
+afraid of the birch now? But of course--if you don't care to come with
+me--or are afraid, sir----?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am neither,&quot; I said warmly. &quot;Only I do not quite understand, sweet,
+what you wish.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They lie at the Rose,&quot; she said. &quot;And amongst them, I am told, are
+the prettiest men and the most lovely women in the world. And jewels,
+and laces, and such dresses! Oh, I am mad to see them! And music and
+gaming and dancing! And dishes and plates of gold! And a Popish
+priest, which is a thing I have never seen, though I have heard of it.
+And----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And do you expect to see all these things through the windows?&quot; I
+cried in my superior knowledge.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not answer at once, but with her hands on my shoulders, swayed
+to and fro sideways as if she already heard the music; while her gipsy
+face looked archly into mine, first on this side and then on that, and
+her hair swung to and fro on her shoulders in a beautiful abandonment
+which I found it impossible to resist. At last she stopped, and,
+&quot;Yes,&quot; she said demurely, &quot;through the windows, Master Richard
+Longface! Do you meet me here at half past nine--in your new suit,
+sir--and you shall see them too--through the windows.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p34"><img src="images/p34.png" alt="p34"></a><br>
+STOLE DOWN THE STAIRS AND INTO THE GARDEN</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">After that, though I made a last effort to dissuade her, there was
+nothing more to be said. Obedient to her behest, I made my
+preparations, and at the appointed hour next evening rose softly from
+the miserable pallet on which I had just laid down; and dressing
+myself with shaking fingers and in the dark--that my bed-fellows might
+know as little as possible of my movements--stole down the stairs and
+into the garden.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here I found myself first at the rendezvous. The night was dark, but
+an unusual light hung over the town, and the wind that stirred the
+poplars brought scraps and sounds of music to the ear. I had some time
+to wait, and time too to think what I was about to do; to weigh the
+chances of detection and dismissal, and even to taste the qualms that
+rawness and timidity mingled with my anticipations of pleasure. But,
+though I had my fears, no vision of the real future obtruded itself on
+my mind as I stood there listening: nor any forewarning of the plunge
+I was about to take. And before I had come to the end of my patience
+Dorinda stood beside me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Dark as it was, I fancied that I discerned something strange in her
+appearance, and I would have investigated it; but she whispered that
+we were late, and evading as well my questions as the caress I
+offered, she bade me help her as quickly as I could over the fence. I
+did so; we crossed a neighbouring garden, and in a twinkling and with
+the least possible difficulty stood in the road. Here the strains of
+music came more plainly to the ear, and the glare of light hung lower
+and shone more brightly. This seemed enough for my mistress; she
+turned that way without hesitation, and set forward, the outskirts of
+the town being quickly passed. Between the late hour and the flux of
+people towards the centre of interest, the streets were vacant; and we
+met no one until we reached the main thoroughfare, and came upon the
+edge of the great crowd that moved to and fro before the Rose Inn.
+Here all the windows, in one of which a band of music was playing some
+new air, were brilliantly lighted; while below and round the door was
+such a throng of hurrying waiters and drawers, and such a carrying of
+meals and drinks, and a shouting of orders as almost turned the brain.
+A carriage and six that had just set down a grandee, come to pay his
+devoirs to the Prince, was moving off as we came up, the horses
+smoking, the footmen panting, and the postilions stooping in their
+saddles. A little to one side a cask was being staved for the troopers
+who had come with the Duke; and on all the noisy, moving scene and the
+flags that streamed from the roofs and windows, and the shifting
+crowd, poured the ruddy light of a great <i>bon-feu</i> that burned on the
+farther side of the way.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor, rare as were these things, were they the most pertinent or the
+strangest that the fire revealed to me. I had come for nothing else
+but to see, <i>clam et furtim</i>, as the classics say, what was to be
+seen; with no thought of passing beyond the uttermost ring of
+spectators. But as I hung back shamefacedly my companion seized my
+wrist and drew me on; and when I turned to her to remonstrate, as
+Heaven lives, I did not know her! I conceived for a moment that some
+madam of the court had seized me in a frolic; nor for a perceptible
+space could I imagine that the fine cloaked lady, whose eyes shone
+bright as stars through the holes in her mask, and whose raven hair,
+so cunningly dressed, failed to hide the brilliance of her neck, where
+the cloak fell loose, was my Dorinda, my mistress, the cook-maid whom
+I had kissed in the garden! Honestly, for an instant, I recoiled and
+hung back, afraid of her; nor was I quite assured of the truth, so
+unprepared was I for the change, until she whispered me sharply to
+come on.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Whither?&quot; I said, still hanging back in dismay. The bystanders were
+beginning to turn and stare, and in a moment would have jeered us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Within doors,&quot; she urged.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They will not admit us!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They will admit me,&quot; she answered proudly, and made as if she would
+throw my hand from her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still I did not believe her, and it was that, and that only, that
+emboldened me; though, to be sure, I was in love and her slave.
+Reluctantly, and almost sulkily, I gave way, and sneaked behind her to
+the door. A man who stood on the steps seemed, at the first glance,
+minded to stop her; but, looking again, smiled and let us pass; and in
+a twinkling we stood in the hall among hurrying waiters, and shouting
+call-boys, and bloods in silk coats, whose scabbards rang as they came
+down the stairs, and a fair turmoil of pages, and footboys, and
+gentlemen, and gentlemen's gentlemen.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p37"><img src="images/p37.png" alt="p37"></a><br>
+MY COMPANION SEIZED MY WRIST</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">In such a company, elbowed this way and that by my betters, I knew
+neither how to carry myself, nor where to look; but Dorinda, with
+barely a pause, and as if she knew the house, thrust open the nearest
+door, and led the way into a great room that stood on the right of the
+hall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here, down the spacious floor, and lighted by shaded candles, were
+ranged several tables, at which a number of persons had seats, while
+others again stood or moved about the room. The majority of those
+present were men. I noticed, however, three or four women masked after
+the fashion of my companion, but more gorgeously dressed, and in my
+simplicity did not doubt that these were duchesses, the more as they
+talked and laughed loudly; whereas the general company--save those who
+sat at one table where the game was at a standstill, and all were
+crying persistently for a Tallier--spoke low, the rattle of dice and
+chink of coin, and an occasional oath, taking the place of
+conversation. I saw piles of guineas and half-guineas on the tables,
+and gold lace on the men's coats, and the women a dream of silks and
+furbelows, and gleaming shoulders and flashing eyes; and between awe
+of my company, and horror at finding myself in such a place, I took
+all for real that glittered. Where, therefore, a man of experience
+would have discerned a crowd of dubious rakes and rustic squires
+tempting fortune for the benefit of the Groom-Porter, whose privilege
+was ambulatory, I fancied I gazed on earls and barons; saw a garter on
+every leg, and, blind to the stained walls of the common inn-room,
+supplied every bully who cried the main or called the trumps with the
+pedigree of a Howard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was a delusion not unnatural, and a prey to it, I expected each
+moment to be my last in that company. But the fringe of spectators
+that stood behind the players favouring us, we fell easily into line
+at one of the tables, and nothing happening, and no one saying us nay,
+I presently breathed more freely. I could see that my companion's
+beauty, though hidden in the main by her mask, was the subject of
+general remark; and that it drew on her looks and regards more or less
+insolent. But as she took no heed of these, but on the contrary gazed
+about her unmoved and with indifference, I hoped for the best; and
+excited by the brilliance and movement of a scene so far above my
+wildest dreams, that I already anticipated the pride with which I
+should hereafter describe it, I began to draw a fearful joy from our
+escapade. Like Æneas and Ulysses, I had seen men and cities! And stood
+among heroes! And seen the sirens! To which thoughts I was proceeding
+to add others equally classical, when a gentleman behind me diverted
+my thoughts by touching my companion on the arm, and very politely
+requesting, her to lay on the table a guinea which he handed to her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did so, and he thanked her with a low-spoken compliment; then
+added with bent head, but bold eyes, &quot;Fortune, my pretty lady, cannot
+surely have been unkind to one so fair!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do not play,&quot; Dorinda answered, with all the bluntness I could
+desire.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet I think I have seen you play?&quot; he replied. And affecting to
+be engaged in identifying her, he let his eyes rove over her figure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Doubtless Dorinda's mask gave her courage; yet, even this taken into
+the count, her wit and resource astonished me. &quot;You do not know me, my
+pretty gentleman,&quot; she said, coolly, and with a proud air.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know that you have cost me a guinea!&quot; he answered. &quot;See, they have
+swept it off. And as I staked it for nothing else but to have an
+excuse to address the handsomest woman in the room----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You do not know what I am--behind my mask,&quot; she retorted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; he replied, hardily, &quot;and therefore I am going--I am going----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So am I!&quot; my mistress answered, with a quickness that both surprised
+and delighted me. &quot;Good night, good spendthrift! You are going; and I
+am going.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well hit!&quot; he replied, with a grin. &quot;And well content if we go
+together! Yet I think I know how I could keep you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes?&quot; she said, indifferently.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By deserving the name,&quot; he answered. &quot;You called me spendthrift.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that I do not know whether she thought him too forward, or saw that
+I was nearly at the end of my patience--which it may be imagined was
+no little tried by this badinage--but she turned her shoulder to him
+outright, and spoke a word to me in a low tone. Then: &quot;Give me a
+guinea, Dick!&quot; she said, pretty loudly. &quot;I think I'll play.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_05" href="#div1Ref_05">CHAPTER V</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">She spoke confidently and with a grand air, knowing that I had brought
+a guinea with me; so that I had neither the heart to shame her, nor
+the courage to displease her. Though it was the ninth part of my
+income therefore, and it seemed to me sheer madness or worse to stake
+such a sum on a single card, and win or lose it in a moment, I lugged
+it out and gave it to her. Even then, knowing her to have no more
+skill in the game than I had, I was at a stand, wondering what she
+would do with it; but with the tact which never fails a woman she laid
+it where the gentleman had placed his. With better luck; for in a
+twinkling, and before I thought it well begun, the deal was over, the
+players sat back, and swore, and the banker, giving and taking here
+and there, thrust a guinea over to our guinea. I was in a sweat to
+take both up before anyone cheated us; but she nudged me, and said
+with her finest air, &quot;Let it lie, Dick! Do you hear? Let it lie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was almost more than I could bear, to see fortune in my grasp,
+and not shut my hand upon it, but she was mistress and I let it lie;
+and in a moment, hey presto, as the Egyptians say, the two guineas
+were four, and those who played next us, seeing her success, began to
+pass remarks on her, making nothing of debating who she was, and
+discussing about her shape and complexion in terms that made my cheeks
+burn. Whether this open admiration turned her head, or their freedom
+confused her, she let the money lie again; and when I would have
+snatched it up, not regarding her, the dealer prevented me, saying
+that it was too late, while she with an air, as if I had been her
+servant, turned and rated me sharply for a fool. This caused a little
+disturbance at which all the company laughed. However, the event
+proved me no fool, but wiser than most, for in two minutes that pretty
+sum, which was as much as I had ever possessed at one time in my life,
+was swept off; and for two guineas the richer, which we had been a
+moment before, we remained one, and that my only one, the poorer!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For myself, I could have cried at the misadventure, but my mistress
+carried it off with a shrill laugh, and tossing her head in affected
+contempt--whereat, I am bound to confess, the company laughed
+again--turned from the table. I sneaked after her as miserable as you
+please, and in that order we had got half way to the door, when the
+gentleman who had addressed her before, stepped up in front of her.
+&quot;Beauty so reckless,&quot; he said, speaking with a grin, and in a tone of
+greater freedom than he had used previously, &quot;needs someone to care
+for it! Unless I am mistaken, Mistress, you came on foot?&quot; And with a
+sneering smile, he dropped his eyes to the hem of her cloak.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Alas, I looked too, and the murder was out. To be sure Dorinda had
+clothed herself very handsomely above, but coming to her feet had
+trusted to her cloak to hide the deficiency she had no means to
+supply. Still, and in spite of this, all might have been well if she
+had not in her chagrin at losing, forgotten the blot, and, unused to
+long skirts, raised them so high as to expose a foot, shapely indeed,
+but stockingless, and shod in an old broken shoe!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her ears and neck turned crimson at the exposure, and she dropped her
+cloak as if it burned her hand. I fancied that if the stranger had
+looked to ingratiate himself by his ill-mannered jest, he had gone the
+wrong way about it, and I was not surprised when she answered in a
+voice quivering with mortification, &quot;Yes, on foot. But you may spare
+your pains. I am in this gentleman's care, I thank you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh,&quot; he said, in a peculiar tone, &quot;this gentleman?&quot; And he looked me
+up and down.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I knew that it behooved me to ruffle it with him, and let him know by
+out-staring him that at a word I was ready to pull his nose. But I was
+a boy in strange company, and utterly cast down by the loss of my
+guinea; he a Court bully in sword and lace, bred to carry it in such
+and worse places. Though he seemed to be no more than thirty, he had a
+long and hard face under his periwig, and eyes both tired and
+melancholy; and he spoke with a drawl and a curling lip, and by the
+mere way he looked at me showed that he thought me no better than
+dirt. To make a long story short, I had not looked at him a moment
+before my eyes fell.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, this gentleman?&quot; he said again, in a tone of cutting contempt.
+&quot;Well, I hope that he has more guineas than one--or your ladyship will
+soon trudge it, skin to mud. As it is, I fear that I detain you.
+Kindly carry my compliments to Farmer Grudgen. And the pigs!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And smiling--not laughing, for a laugh seemed alien from his face--at
+a jest which was too near the truth not to mortify us exceedingly, my
+lord--for a lord I thought he was--turned away with an ironical bow;
+leaving us to get out of the room with what dignity we might, and such
+temper as remained to us. For myself I was in such a rage, both at the
+loss of my guinea and at being so flouted, that I could scarcely
+govern myself; yet in my awe of Dorinda I said nothing, expecting and
+fearing an outbreak on her part, the consequences of which it was not
+easy to foretell. I was proportionately pleased therefore, when she
+made no more ado at the time, but pushing her way through the crowd in
+the street, turned homeward and took the road without a word.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was so unlike her that I was at a loss to understand it, and was
+fain to conclude--from the fact that she two or three times paused to
+listen and look back--that she feared pursuit. The thought, bringing
+to my mind the risk of being detected and dismissed, which I ran--a
+risk that came home to me now that the pleasure was over, and I had
+only in prospect my squalid bed-room and the morrow's tasks--filled me
+with uneasiness. But I might have spared myself, for when she spoke I
+found that her thoughts were on other things.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dick,&quot; she said, suddenly--and halted abruptly in the road, &quot;you must
+lend me a guinea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A guinea?&quot; I cried, aghast, and speaking, it may be, with a little
+displeasure. &quot;Why, have you not just----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lost my only one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed with a recklessness that confounded me. &quot;Well, you have
+got to find another one,&quot; she said. &quot;And one to that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Another guinea?&quot; I gasped.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, another guinea, and another guinea!&quot; she answered, mimicking my
+tone of consternation. &quot;One for my shoes and stockings--oh, I wish he
+were dead!&quot; And she stamped her foot passionately. &quot;And one----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes?&quot; I said, with a poor attempt at irony. &quot;And one----?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For me to stake next Friday, when the Duke passes this way on his
+road home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He does not!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He does, he does!&quot; she retorted. &quot;And you will do too--what I say,
+sir! or----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or what?&quot; I cried, calling up a spirit for once.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or----&quot; and she raised her voice a little, and sang:</p>
+<div class="poem2">
+<p class="t0" style="text-indent:-6pt">
+&quot;But alas, when I wake, and no Phyllis I find,<br>
+How I sigh to myself all alone!&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You never loved me!&quot; I cried, in a rage at that and her greed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have it your own way!&quot; she answered, carelessly, and sang it again;
+and after that there was no more talk, but we walked with all the
+width of the road between us; I with a sore heart and she titupping
+along, cool and happy, pleased, I think, that she had visited on me
+some of the chagrin which the stranger had caused her, and for the
+rest with God knows what thoughts in her heart. At least I little
+suspected them; yet, with the little knowledge I had, I was angry and
+pained; and for the time was so far freed from illusion that I would
+not make the overture, but hardened myself with the thought of my
+guinea and her selfishness; and coming to the gap in the first fence
+helped her over with a cold hand and no embrace such as was usual
+between us at such junctures.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In a word, we were like naughty children returning after playing
+truant; and might have parted in that guise, and this the very best
+thing that could have happened to me--who had no guinea, and knew not
+where to get one; though I would not go so far as to say that, in the
+frame of mind in which I then was, it would have saved me. But in the
+article of parting, and when the garden fence already rose between us,
+yet each remained plain to the other by the light of the moon which
+had risen, Dorinda on a sudden raised her hands, and holding her cloak
+from her, stood and looked at me an instant in the most ravishing
+fashion--with her head thrown back and her lips parted, and her eyes
+shining, and the white of her neck and her bare arms, and the swell of
+her bosom showing. I could have sworn that even the scent of her hair
+reached me, though that was impossible. But what I saw was enough. I
+might have known that she did it only to tantalize me: I might have
+known that she would show me what I risked; but on the instant,
+oblivious of all else, I owned her beauty, and resentment and my loss
+alike forgotten, sprang to the fence, my blood on fire, and words
+bubbling on my lips: Another second, and I should have been at her
+feet, have kissed her shoes muddy and broken as they were; but she
+turned, and with a backward glance, that only the more inflamed me,
+fled up the garden, and to the house, whither, even at my maddest, I
+dared not follow her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, enough had passed to send me to my bed to long and lie awake;
+enough, the morrow come, to take all colour from the grey tasks and
+dull drudgery of school-time; insomuch that the hours seemed days, and
+the days weeks, and Mr. D----'s ignorant prosing and infliction too
+wearisome to be borne. What my love now lacked of reverence, it made
+up in passion, and passion's offspring, impatience: on which it is to
+be supposed my mistress counted, since for three whole days she kept
+within, and though every evening I flew to the rendezvous, and there
+cooled my heels for an hour, she never showed herself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Once, however, I heard her on the other side of the fence, singing:</p>
+<div class="poem2">
+<p class="t0" style="text-indent:-6pt">&quot;But alas, when I wake, and no Phyllis I find,<br>
+How I sigh to myself all alone!&quot;</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">And, sick at heart, I understood the threat and her attitude.
+Nevertheless, and though the knowledge should have cured me, by
+convincing me that she was utterly unworthy and had never loved me, I
+only consumed the more for her, and grovelled the lower in spirit
+before her and her beauty; and the devil presently putting in my way
+the means where he had already provided the motive, it was no wonder
+that I made but a poor resistance, and in a short time fell.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It came about in this way. In the course of the week, and before the
+Friday on which the Duke was to return that way, Mr. D---- announced
+an urgent call to London; and as he was too wise to broach such a
+proposal without a <i>quid pro quo</i>, Mrs. D---- must needs go with him.
+The stage-wagon, which travelled three days in the week, would serve
+next morning, and all was hasty preparation; clothes were packed and
+mails got out; a gossip, one Mrs. Harris, was engaged to take Mrs.
+D----'s place, and the boys were entrusted to me, with strict
+instructions to see all lights out at night, and no waste. That these
+injunctions might be the more deeply impressed on me, I was summoned
+to Mrs. D----'s parlour to receive them; but unluckily with the
+instructions given to me were mingled housekeeping directions to Mrs.
+Harris, who was also present; the result being that when I retired
+from the room I carried with me the knowledge that in a certain desk,
+perfectly accessible, my employer left three guineas, to be used in
+case of emergency, but otherwise not to be touched.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was an unhappy chance, explaining, as well as accounting for, so
+much of what follows, that were I to enter into long details of the
+catastrophe, it would be useless; since the judicious reader will have
+already informed himself of a result that was never in doubt, from the
+time that my employer's departure at once provided the means of
+gratification, and by removing the restraints under which we had
+before laboured, held out the prospect of pleasure. Nor can I plead
+that I sinned in ignorance; for as I sat among the boys and
+mechanically heard their tasks, I called myself, &quot;Thief, thief,&quot; a
+hundred times, and a hundred to that; and once even groaned aloud; yet
+never flinched or doubted that I should take the money. Which I
+did--to cut a long story short--before Mr. D---- had been three hours
+out of the house; and that evening humbly presented the whole of it to
+my mistress, who rewarded my complaisance with present kisses and
+future pledges, to be redeemed when she should have once more tasted
+the pleasures of the great world.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To tell the truth, her craving for these, and to be seen again in
+those haunts where we had reaped nothing but loss and mortification,
+was a continual puzzle to me, who asked for nothing better than to
+enjoy her society and kindness, as far as possible from the world. But
+as she <i>would</i> go and <i>would</i> play, and made my subservience in this
+matter the condition of her favour, it was essential she should win;
+since I could then restore the money I had taken; whereas if she lost,
+I saw no prospect before me but the hideous one of detection and
+punishment. Accordingly, when the evening came, and we had effected
+the same clandestine exodus as before--but this time with less peril,
+Mrs. Harris being a sleepy, easy-going woman--I could think of nothing
+but this necessity; and far from experiencing the terrors which had
+beset me before, when Dorinda would enter the inn, gave no thought to
+the scene or the crowd through which we pushed, or any other of the
+preliminaries, but had my soul so set upon the fortune that awaited
+us, that I was for passing through the door in the hardiest fashion,
+and would scarcely stand even when a hand gripped my shoulder.
+However, a rough voice exclaiming in my ear, &quot;Softly, youngster! Who
+are you that poke in so boldly? I don't know you,&quot; brought me to my
+senses.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was in last week,&quot; I answered, gasping with eagerness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then you were one too many,&quot; the doorkeeper retorted, thrusting me
+back without mercy. &quot;This is not a tradesman's ordinary. It is for
+your betters.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I was in,&quot; I cried, desperately. &quot;I was in last week.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, you will not go in again,&quot; he answered coolly. &quot;For the lady,
+it is different. Pass in, mistress,&quot; he continued, withdrawing his arm
+that she might pass, and looking at her with an impudent leer. &quot;I can
+never refuse a pretty face. And I will bet a guinea that there is one
+behind that mask.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On which, to my astonishment, and while I stood agape between rage and
+shame, my mistress, with a hurried word--that might stand for a
+farewell, or might have been merely a request to me to wait, for I
+could not catch it--accepted the invitation; and deserting me without
+the least sign of remorse, passed in and disappeared. For a moment I
+could scarcely, thus abandoned, believe my senses or that she had left
+me; then, the iron of her ingratitude entering into my soul, and a
+gentleman tapping me imperatively on the shoulder and saying that I
+blocked the way, I was fain to turn aside, and plunge into the
+darkness, to hide the sobs I could no longer restrain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a time, leaning my forehead against a house in a side alley, I
+called her all the names in the world; reflecting bitterly at whose
+expense she was here, and at what a price I had bought her pleasure.
+Nor, it may be thought, was I likely to find excuses for her soon. But
+a lover, as he can weave his unhappiness out of the airiest trifles,
+so from very gossamer can he spin comfort; nor was it long before I
+considered the necessity under which we lay to play and win, and
+bethought me that, instead of finding fault with her for entering
+alone, I should applaud the prudence that at a pinch had borne this
+steadily in mind. After which, believing what I hoped, I soon ceased
+to reproach her; and jealousy giving way to suspense--since all for me
+now depended on the issues of gain or loss--I hastened to return to
+the door, and hung about it in the hope of seeing her appear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This she did not do for some time, but the interval and my thoughts
+were diverted by a <i>rencontre</i> as disagreeable as it was unexpected.
+In my solitary condition I had made so few acquaintances in Hertford,
+that I fancied I stood in no fear of being recognised. I was vastly
+taken aback therefore, when a gentleman plainly dressed, happening to
+pause an instant on the threshold as he issued from the inn, let his
+glance rest on me; and after a second look stepped directly to me, and
+with a sour aspect, asked me what I did in that place.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, when it was too late, I took fright; recognising him for a
+gentleman of a good estate in the neighbourhood, who had two sons at
+Mr. D----'s school, and enjoyed great influence with my master, he
+being by far the most important of his patrons. As he belonged to the
+fanatical party, and in common with most of that sect had been a
+violent Exclusionist, I as little expected to see him in that company,
+as he to see me. But whereas he was his own master, and besides was
+there--this I learned afterwards--to rescue a young relative, while I
+had no such excuse, he had nothing to fear and I all. I found myself,
+therefore, ready to sink with confusion; and even when he repeated his
+challenge could find no words in which to answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well,&quot; he said, nodding grimly at that. &quot;Perhaps Mr. D---- may
+be able to answer me. I shall take care to visit him to-morrow, sir,
+and learn whether he is aware how his usher employs his nights. Good
+evening.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So saying, he left me horribly startled, and a prey to apprehensions,
+which were not lessened by the guilt, that already lay on my
+conscience in another and more serious matter. For such is the common
+course of ill-doing; to plunge a man, I mean, deeper and deeper in the
+mire. I now saw not one ridge of trouble only before me, but a second
+and a third; and no visible way of escape from the consequences of my
+imprudence. To add to my fears, the gentleman on leaving me joined the
+same courtier who had spoken to Dorinda on the occasion of our former
+visit, and who had just come out; so that to my prepossessed mind
+nothing seemed more probable than that the latter would tell him in
+whose company he had seen me and the details of our adventure. As a
+fact, it was from this person's clutches my master's patron was here
+to rescue his nephew. But I did not know this; and seeking in my panic
+to be reassured, I asked a servant beside me who the stranger was.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He?&quot; he said. &quot;Oh, he is a gentleman from the Temple. Been playing
+with him?&quot; and he looked at me, askance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh,&quot; he replied, &quot;the better for you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what is his name?&quot; I urged.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who does not know Mat. Smith, Esquire, of the Temple, is a country
+booby--and that is you!&quot; the man retorted quickly; and went off
+laughing. Still this, seeing that I did not know the name, relieved me
+a little; and the next moment I was aware of Dorinda waiting for me at
+the door. Deducing from the smile that played on her countenance the
+happiest omens of success, I forgot my other troubles in the relief
+which this promised; and I sprang to meet her. Guiding her as quickly
+as I could through the crowd, I asked her the instant I could find
+voice to speak, what luck she had had.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What luck?&quot; she cried; and then pettishly, &quot;there, clumsy! you are
+pulling me into that puddle. Have a care of my new shoes, will you?
+What luck, did you say? Why, none!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What? You have not lost?&quot; I exclaimed, standing still in the road;
+and it seemed to me that my heart stood still also.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, but I have!&quot; she answered hardily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All?&quot; I groaned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, all! If you call two guineas all,&quot; she replied carelessly. &quot;Why,
+you are not going to cry for two guineas, baby, are you?&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_06" href="#div1Ref_06">CHAPTER VI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">But I was going to cry and did, breaking down like a child; and that
+not so much at the thought of the desperate strait to which she had
+brought me--though this was no other than the felon's dock, with the
+prospect of disgrace, and to be whipped or burned in the hand, at the
+best, and if I had my benefit--but at the sudden conviction, which
+came upon me, perfect and overwhelming, that my mistress, for whom I
+had risked so much, did not love me! In no other way, and on no other
+theory, could I explain callousness so complete, thoughtlessness so
+cruel! Nor did her next words tend to heal the mischief, or give me
+comfort.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh!&quot; she exclaimed, flouncing from me with impatient contempt, and
+walking on the other side of the way, &quot;if you are going to be a
+cry-baby, thank you for nothing! I thought you were a man!&quot; And she
+began to hum an air.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My God! I don't think you care!&quot; I sobbed, aghast at her
+insensibility.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Care?&quot; she retorted indifferently, swinging her visor in her hand.
+&quot;For what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For me! Or for anything!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With a coolness that appalled me, she finished the verse she was
+humming; then, &quot;Your finger hurts, therefore you are going to die!&quot;
+she said, with a sneer. &quot;You see the fire and therefore you must be
+burned. Why, you have the courage of a hen! A flea! A mouse! You are
+not worthy the name of a man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am man enough to be hanged,&quot; I answered miserably.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hanged?&quot; quoth she, quite cheerfully. &quot;Do you think that man was ever
+hanged for three guineas?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, scores,&quot; I said, &quot;and for less!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then they must have been cravens like you!&quot; she retorted, perfectly
+well satisfied with her answer. &quot;And spun their own ropes. Come,
+silly, cheer up! A great many things may happen in a week! And if that
+vixen is back under a week, I will eat her!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A week won't make three guineas,&quot; I said dolefully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, but a good heart will,&quot; she rejoined. &quot;And not three but thirty!
+Only,&quot; she continued, looking askance at me, &quot;you have not the spirit
+of a man. You are just Tumbledown Dick, as they say, and as well named
+as nine-pence!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It seemed inconceivable to me that she could jest so merrily and carry
+herself so gaily, after such a loss; and I stopped short in sudden
+hope and new-born expectation; and peered at her, striving to read her
+thoughts. &quot;I don't believe you have lost them!&quot; I exclaimed at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Every groat, Dick!&quot; she answered, curtly--yet still in the best of
+spirits. &quot;Never doubt that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On which it was not wonderful that my disappointment and her
+cheerfulness agreed so ill, that we came to bitter words, and
+beginning by calling one another &quot;Thankless,&quot; and &quot;Clutch-penny,&quot; rose
+presently to &quot;Fool,&quot; and &quot;Jade&quot;; and eventually parted on the latter
+at the garden fence; where Dorinda, so far from lingering as on the
+former night, flounced from me in a passion, and left me without a
+single word of regret. How miserably after that I stole to bed, and
+how wakefully I tossed in the close garret, I cannot hope to convey to
+my readers; suffice it that a hundred times I cursed the folly that
+had led me to ruin, a hundred times went hot and cold at thought of
+the dock and the gallows; and yet amid all found in Dorinda's
+heartlessness the sharpest pain. I felt sure now, and told myself
+continually, that she had never loved me; therefore--at the time it
+seemed to follow--I deemed my own love at an end and cast her off; and
+heaping the sharpest reproaches on her head, found my one sweet
+consolation--whereat I wept miserably--in composing a last dying
+speech and confession that should soften at length that obdurate
+bosom, and break that unfeeling heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But with the day, and the rising to imminent terrors and hourly fear
+of detection, came first regret, then self-reproach--lest I too should
+be somewhat in fault--then a revival of passion; lastly, a frantic
+yearning to be reconciled to the only person to whom I could speak
+freely, or who knew the danger and strait in which I stood. My heart
+melting like water at the thought, I was ready to do anything or say
+anything, to abase myself to any depth, in order to regain her favour
+and have her advice; and the absence of Mr. and Mrs. D----, and Mrs.
+Harris's easiness rendering it a matter of no difficulty to seek her,
+in the course of the afternoon I took my courage in my hands and went
+into the next house. There I found only Mrs. Harris.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The little slut has stepped out,&quot; she said, looking up from the pot
+over which she was stooping. &quot;She asked leave for half an hour and has
+been gone an hour. But it is the way of the wenches all the world
+over. Do you beware of them, Mr. Price,&quot; she continued, eyeing me, and
+laughing jollily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I made some trifling answer; and returning to my own domain, with all
+the pangs of loneliness added to those of terror, sat down in the
+dingy, dreary taskroom and abandoned myself to bitter forebodings. She
+did not, she never could have loved me! I knew it and felt it now. Yet
+I must think of her or go mad. I must think of her or of the cart and
+cord; and so, through the hours that followed, I had only eyes for the
+next garden, and ears for her voice. The boys and their chattering,
+and the necessity I was under of playing my part before them,
+well-nigh mastered me. For, at any hour, on any day, while I sat there
+among them, Mr. and Mrs. D---- might return, and the loss be
+discovered; and yet, and though time was everything, all the efforts I
+made to see Jennie or get speech with her failed; and of myself I
+seemed to be unable to think out any plan or way of escape.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I am sure that the most ascetic, could he have weighed the tortures of
+those four days during which I sat surrounded by the boys, and now
+making frantic efforts to appear myself, now sunk in a staring,
+pale-faced lethargy of despair, would have deemed them a punishment
+more than commensurate with my guilt. The unusual air of peace and
+quietness with which Mrs. D----'s absence invested the school had no
+more power to soothe me than the presence of Mrs. Harris, nodding over
+her plain-stitch in the next garden, availed to banish the burning
+gusts of fear that at times parched my skin. At length, on the fifth
+day, the immediate warning of coming judgment arrived in the shape of
+a letter announcing that my employer would return (D.V.) by the night
+waggon, which in the ordinary course was due to reach Ware about six
+next morning.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I could stand the strain no longer, but flinging appearance
+and deception to the winds, I rose from the class I was pretending to
+teach, and in a disorder I made no effort to suppress, followed Mrs.
+Harris; who, having declared the news, was already waddling back to
+the next house. She started at sight of me in her train--as she well
+might, for it was the busiest time of the day; then asked if anything
+ailed me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said. &quot;I want a word with Jennie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you?&quot; quoth she, looking hard at me. &quot;So, it would seem, do a good
+many young fellows. She is a nice handful if ever there was one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; I stammered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; she answered in a tone very sharp for her. &quot;Why, because--but
+what have you to do with Jennie, young man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then have nothing,&quot; she answered promptly, and shook her sides
+at her sharpness. &quot;That is no puzzle! And as it is no more than
+half-past ten, and I hear your boys rampaging like so many wild
+Irishmen--suppose you go back to them, young man!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I obeyed; but whatever effect her warning might have had earlier--and
+I shrewdly suspect that it would have affected me as much as water
+affects a duck's back--it came too late; my one desire now being to
+see the girl, even as my one hope lay in her advice. Nine had struck
+that evening, however, and night had fallen, and I grown fairly sick
+with fear, before my efforts were rewarded, and stealing into the
+garden on a last desperate search--I think for the twentieth time--I
+came on her standing in the dusk, beside the fence where I had so
+often met her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I sprang to her side, relief at my heart, reproaches on my lips; but
+it was only to recoil at sight of her face, grown hard and old and
+pinched, and for the moment almost ugly. &quot;Why, child!&quot; I cried,
+forgetting my own trouble. &quot;What is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed without mirth, looking at me strangely. &quot;What do you
+suppose?&quot; she said huskily, and I could see that fear was on her. &quot;Do
+you think that you are the only one in danger?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How?&quot; I exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How?&quot; she replied in a tone of mockery. &quot;Why, do you suppose that
+stockings and shoes are the only things that cost money? Or that vizor
+masks, and gloves and hoods grow on bushes? Briefly, fool, if you can
+give me four guineas, I am saved. If not----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My God!&quot; I cried, horror-stricken.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If not,&quot; she continued hardily, &quot;you have taught me to read, and that
+may save my neck. I suppose I shall be sent to the plantations, to be
+beaten weekly, and work in the sun, and----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Four guineas!&quot; I groaned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, seven in all!&quot; she answered with a sneer.
+&quot;Have you got them?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, nor a groat!&quot; I answered, overwhelmed by the discovery that
+instead of giving help she needed it. &quot;Not a penny!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then it must be got!&quot; she answered fiercely. &quot;It must be got!&quot; and as
+she repeated the words, she dropped her mocking tone, and spoke with
+feverish energy. &quot;It must be got, Dick!&quot; and she seized my hands and
+held them. &quot;It must be, and can be, if you have a spark of spirit, if
+you are not the poor mean thing I sometimes think you. Listen! Listen!
+In the old man's room upstairs--the door is locked and double-locked,
+I have tried it--are sixty guineas, in a bag! Sixty guineas, in a
+drawer of the old bureau by the bed!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is death,&quot; I cried feebly, recoiling from her as I spoke. &quot;It is
+death! I dare not! I dare not do it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then we hang! We hang, man!&quot; she answered fiercely. &quot;You and I! Will
+it be better to hang for a lamb than a sheep? For seven guineas than
+for sixty?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But if we take it, what shall we be the better for it?&quot; I said
+weakly. &quot;He returns in the morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By the morning, given the money, we shall be a score of miles away!&quot;
+she answered, flinging her arms round my neck, and hanging on my
+breast, while her hot breath fanned my cheek. No wonder I felt my
+brain reel, and my will melt. &quot;Away from here, Dick,&quot; she repeated
+softly. &quot;Away---and together!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet I made an effort to withstand her. &quot;You forget the door,&quot; I said.
+&quot;If the door is locked, and Mrs. Harris sleeps in the next room, how
+can it be done?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not by the door, but by the window,&quot; she replied. &quot;There is a ladder
+in the second garden from this; and the latch of the window is weak.
+The old fool indoors sleeps like a hog. By eleven she will be sound.
+And oh, Dick!&quot; my mistress cried, breaking down on a sudden and
+snatching my hands to her bosom, &quot;will you see me shamed? Play the man
+for ten minutes only--for ten minutes only, and by morning we shall be
+safe, and far from here! And--and together, Dick! Together!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Was it likely, I ask, was it possible that I should long resist
+pleading such as this? That holding her in my arms, in the warm summer
+night, with her hair on my breast, while the moon sailed overhead and
+a cricket chirped in the wall hard by--was it likely or possible, I
+say, that I should steel my heart against her; that I should turn from
+the cup of pleasure, who had tasted as yet so few delights, and
+drudged and been stinted all my life? Whose appetite had known no
+daintier relish than the dull round of dumpling and bacon, or at the
+best salt meat and spinach; and who for sole companionship had been
+shut in, June days and December nights alike, with a band of
+mischievous boys, whom the ancients justly called <i>genus improbum</i>. At
+any rate I did not; to my shame, great or small, according as I shall
+be harshly or charitably judged--I did not; but with a beating heart
+and choked voice, I gave my word and left her; and an hour later I
+crept down the creaking stairs for the last time, guilty and
+shivering, a bundle in my hand, and found her waiting for me in the
+old place.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I confess that the flurry of my spirits in this crisis was such as to
+disturb my judgment; and my passion for my mistress being no longer of
+the higher kind, these two things may account for the fact that I felt
+no wonder or repulsion when she explained to me, coolly and in detail,
+where the bureau stood, and in what part of it lay the money; even
+adding that I had better bring away a pair of silver candlesticks
+which I should find in another place. By the time she had made these
+things clear to me, the favourable moment was come; the lights of the
+town had long been extinguished, and the house obscuring the moon cast
+a black shadow on the garden, that greatly seconded our movements. Yet
+for myself, and though all went well with us, I trembled at the
+faintest sound, and started if a leaf stirred; nay, to this day I
+willingly believe that the smallest trifle, a light at a window or a
+distant voice, would have deterred me from the adventure. But nothing
+occurred to hinder or alarm; and the darkness cloaking us only too
+effectually, and my accomplice directing me where to find the ladder,
+I fetched it, and with her help thrust it over the fence and climbed
+over after it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was a small thing, the worst being to come. The part of the
+garden under the wall of the house was paved; it was only with the
+greatest exertion therefore and the utmost care that we could raise
+the ladder on it without noise; and but for the surprising strength
+which Jennie showed, I doubt if we should have succeeded, my hands
+trembled so violently. In the end we raised it, however; the upper
+part fell lightly beside the second floor casement, and Jennie
+whispered to me to ascend.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had gone too far now to retreat, and I obeyed, and had mounted two
+steps, when I heard distinctly--the sound coming sharp and clear
+through the night--the shod hoof of a horse paw the ground, apparently
+in the road beyond the house. Scared by such a sound at such a time, I
+slid rapidly down into Jennie's arms. &quot;Hush!&quot; I cried. &quot;Did you hear
+that? There is someone there!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But angered by my sudden descent which had come near to knocking her
+down, she whispered in a rage that I was either the biggest fool or
+the poorest craven in the world. &quot;Go up! Go up!&quot; she continued
+fiercely, almost striking me in her excitement. &quot;There are sixty
+guineas awaiting us up there--sixty guineas, man, and you budge,
+because a horse stirs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what is it doing there?&quot; I remonstrated. &quot;A horse, Jennie--at
+this time of night!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God knows!&quot; she answered. &quot;What is it to us?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still I lingered a moment, unwilling to ascend; but hearing nothing,
+and thinking I might have been mistaken, I was ashamed to hang back
+longer, and I went up, though my legs trembled under me, and a bird
+darting suddenly out of the ivy glued me to the ladder by both hands,
+with the sweat standing out on my face. Alone, nothing on earth would
+have persuaded me to it; but with Jennie below I dared not flinch, and
+the latch of the window proving as weak as she had described it, in a
+moment the lattice swung open and I climbed over the sill.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Feeling the floor with my feet, I stood an instant in the dark stuffy
+room, and listened. It smelled strongly of herbs, on which account I
+hate that smell to this day. I could hear Mrs. Harris snoring next
+door; and the pendulum of the fine new clock on the stairs, which was
+Mrs. D----'s latest pride, was swinging to and fro regularly; and I
+knew that at the slightest alarm the house would be awake. But I had
+gone too far to recede; and though I feared and sweated, and at the
+touch of a hand must have screamed aloud, I went forward and groping
+my way across the floor, found the bureau, and tried the drawer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was locked, but crazily; and Jennie foreseeing the obstacle had
+given me a chisel. Inserting the point, I listened awhile to assure
+myself that all was quiet, and then with the resolution of despair
+forced the drawer open with a single wrench. Probably the noise was no
+great one, but to my ears it rang through the night loud as the crack
+of laden ice. I heard the sleeper in the next room cease her snoring
+and turn in the bed; and cowering down on the floor I gave up all for
+lost. But in a moment she began to breathe again, and encouraged by
+that and the silence in the house, I drew the drawer open, and feeling
+for the bag, discovered it, and clutching it firmly, turned to the
+window.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I found that Jennie had mounted the ladder, and was looking into the
+room, her hands on the sill, her head dark against the sky. &quot;Have you
+got it?&quot; she whispered, thrusting in her arm and groping for me. &quot;Then
+give it me while you get the candlesticks. They are wrapped in
+flannel, and are under the bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I gave her the bag, which chinked as it passed from hand to hand; then
+I turned obediently, and groping my way to the bed which stood beside
+the bureau, I felt under it. I found nothing, but did not at once give
+up. The candlesticks might lie on the farther side, and accordingly I
+rose and climbed over the bed and tried again, passing my hands
+through the flue and dust which had gathered under Mrs. D----'s best
+feather-bed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How long I might have searched in the dark, and vainly, I cannot say;
+for my efforts were brought to a premature end by a dull thud that
+came to my ears apparently from the next room. Certain that it could
+be caused by nothing less than Mrs. Harris getting out of bed, I
+crawled out, and got to my feet in a panic, and stood in the dark
+quaking and listening; so terrified that I am sure if the good woman
+had entered at that moment, I should have fallen on my knees before
+her, and confessed all. Nothing followed, however; the house remained
+quiet; I heard no second sound. But my nerve was gone. I wanted
+nothing so much now as to be out of the place; not for a thousand
+guineas would I have stayed; and without giving another thought to the
+candlesticks, I groped my way to the window, and passing one leg over
+the sill, felt hurriedly for the ladder.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I failed to find it, and tried again; then peering down called Jennie
+by name. She did not answer. A second time I called, and felt about
+with my foot; still without success. Then as it dawned upon me at last
+that the ladder was really gone, and I a prisoner, I thought of
+prudence no longer, but I called frantically, at first in a whisper,
+and then as loudly as I dared; called and called again, &quot;Jennie!
+Jennie!&quot; And yet again, &quot;Jennie!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still no answer came; but listening intently, in one of the intervals
+of silence, I caught the even beat of hoofs, receding along the road,
+and growing each moment less marked. They held me; scarcely breathing,
+I listened to them, until they died away in the distance of the summer
+night, and only the sharp insistent chirp of the cricket, singing in
+the garden below, came to my ears.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_07" href="#div1Ref_07">CHAPTER VII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">How long I hung at the window, at one time stunned and stricken down
+by the catastrophe that had befallen me, and at another feeling
+frantically for the ladder which I had over and over again made sure
+was not there, I know no more than another; but only that after a
+time, first suspicion and then rage darted lightning-like through the
+stupor that clouded my mind, and I awoke to all the tortures that love
+outraged by treachery can feel; with such pangs and terrors added as
+only a faithful beast, bound and doomed and writhing under the knife
+of its master, may be supposed to endure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a while, it is true, imagining that Jennie, terrified by someone's
+approach, had lowered the ladder and withdrawn herself, and so would
+presently return to free me, I hoped against hope. But as minutes
+passed, and yet more minutes, laden only with the cricket's even
+chirp, and the creepy rustling of the wind in the poplars, and still
+failed to bring her, the sound of retreating hoofs which I had heard
+recurred to my mind, with dreadful significance, and on the top of it
+a hundred suspicious circumstances; among which, as her sudden passion
+when I had taken fright at the foot of the ladder, was not the least,
+so her avoidance of me during the last few days and her frequent
+absences from the house, spoken to by Mrs. Harris, had their weight.
+In fine, by the light of her desertion after receiving the plunder,
+and while I sought the candlesticks--which I had now convinced myself
+were not there--many things obscure before, or to which I had wilfully
+shut my eyes--as her callousness, her greed, her recklessness--stood
+out plainly; while these again, being coolly considered, reflected so
+seriously on her, as to give her sudden departure the worst possible
+appearance, even in a lover's eyes. The days had been when I would not
+have believed such a thing of her at the mouth of an angel from
+Heaven. But much had happened since, to which my passion had blinded
+me, temporarily only; so that it needed but a flash of searing light
+to make all clear, and convince me that she had not only left me, but
+left me trapped--I who had given up all and risked all for her!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the first agony of pain and rage wrought by a conviction so
+horrible, I could think only of her treachery and my loss; and head to
+knees on the bare floor of the room, I wept as if my heart would
+break, or choked with the sobs that seemed to rend my breast. And
+little wonder, seeing that I had given her a boy's first devotion, and
+that of all sins ingratitude has the sharpest tooth! But to this
+paroxysm, when I had nearly exhausted myself, came an end and an
+antidote in the shape of urgent fear; which suddenly flooding my soul,
+roused me from my apathy of grief, and set me to pacing the room in a
+dreadful panic, trying now the door and now the window. But on both my
+attacks were in vain, the former being locked and resisting the
+chisel, while the latter hung thirty feet above the paved yard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus caught and snared, as neatly as any bird in a springe, I had no
+resource but in my wits; and for a time, as I had nothing of which I
+could form a rope, I busied myself with the expedient of throwing out
+the featherbed and leaping upon it. But when I had dragged it to the
+window, and came to measure the depth, I recoiled, as the most
+desperate might, from the leap; and softly returning the bed to its
+place, I fell to biting my nails, or fitfully roamed from place to
+place, according as despair or some new hope possessed me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In one or other of these moods the dawn found me; and then in a
+surprisingly short time I heard the dreaded sounds of life awaken
+round me, and creeping to the window I closed it, and crouched down on
+the floor. Presently Mrs. Harris began to stir, and a boy walked
+whistling shrilly across the adjacent yard; and then--strangest of all
+things, and not to be invented--in the crisis of my fate, with the
+feet of those who must detect me almost on the stairs, I fell asleep;
+and awoke only when a key grated in the lock of the room, and I
+started up to find Mr. D---- in the doorway staring at me, and behind
+him a crowd of piled-up faces.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, Price?&quot; he cried, with a look of stupefaction, as he came slowly
+into the room, &quot;what is the meaning of this?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then I suppose my shame and guilty silence told him, for with a sudden
+scowl and an oath he strode to the bureau and dragged out the drawer.
+A glance showed him that the money was gone, and shouting frantically
+to those at the door to keep it--to keep it, though they were
+half-a-dozen to one!--he clutched me by the breast of my coat, and
+shook me until my teeth chattered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Give it up,&quot; he cried, spluttering with rage. &quot;Give it up, you
+beggar's brat! Or, by heaven, you shall hang for it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But as I had nothing to give up, and could not speak, I burst into
+tears; which with the odd part I had played in staying in the room to
+be taken, and perhaps my youth and innocent air, aroused the
+neighbours' surprise; who, crowding round, asked him solicitously what
+was missing. He answered after a moment's hesitation, sixty guineas.
+One had already clapped his hands over my clothes, and another had
+forced my mouth open; but on this they desisted, and stood, full of
+admiration.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He cannot have swallowed that,&quot; said the most active, gaping at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, that is certain. But what beats me,&quot; said another, looking round,
+&quot;is how he got here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To say nothing of why he stayed here!&quot; replied the former.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll tell you what,&quot; quoth a third, shaking his head. &quot;There is some
+hocus-pocus in this. And I should not wonder, neighbours, if the
+Catholics were at the bottom of it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The theory appeared to commend itself to more than one--for they were
+all of the fanatical party; but it was swept to the winds by the
+entrance of Mrs. D----, who having heard of robbery, came in like a
+whirlwind, her face on fire, and made no more ado, but rushed upon me,
+and tore and slapped my cheeks with all her might, crying with each
+blow, &quot;You nasty thief, will that teach you better manners? That for
+your roguery! and that! Oh, you jail bird, I'll teach you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How long she would have continued to chastise me I cannot say, but her
+husband presently stepped in to protect me, and being thoroughly
+winded, she let me go pretty willingly. But when she learned, having
+hitherto been under the impression that I had been seized in the act
+with the money upon me, that the latter could not be found, her face
+turned yellow and she sat down in a chair.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you searched?&quot; she gasped.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Everywhere,&quot; the neighbours answered her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He must have thrown it through the window.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They shook their heads.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that she jumped up, and looked at me with a cold spite in her face
+that made me shiver. &quot;Then I will tell you what it is,&quot; she said, &quot;he
+has given it to that hussy, and she has taken it! But I will have it
+out of him; where the money is, and she is, and how he got in! Mr.
+D----, when you have done standing there like a gaby, fetch your
+stoutest cane; and do you, my friends, lay him across that bed! And if
+we do not cut it out of his skin, his name is not Richard Price. I
+wish I had the wench here, and I would serve her the same!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I screamed, and fell on my knees as they laid hands on me; but Mrs.
+D---- was a woman without bowels, and the men were complaisant and not
+unwilling to see the cruel sport of the usher flogged, and the
+schoolmaster disciplined; and it would have gone hard with me, in
+spite of my prayers, if the constable had not arrived at that moment,
+and requested with dignity to see his prisoner. Introduced to me, he
+stared; and, moved I believe by an impulse of pity, said I was young
+to hang.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but not too good!&quot; Mrs. D---- answered shrilly, her head
+trembling with passion. &quot;He and the hussy, that is gone, have robbed
+me of eighty guineas in a green bag, as I am prepared to swear!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sixty, Mrs. D----,&quot; said her husband, looking a warning at her and
+then askance at his neighbours.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Rot take the man, does it matter to a guinea or two?&quot; she
+retorted--but her sallow face flushed a little. &quot;At any rate,&quot; she
+continued, pressing her thin lips together, and nodding her head
+viciously, &quot;sixty or eighty, they have taken them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It seemed, however, that even to that one of the neighbours had a word
+to say. &quot;As to the girl, I am not so sure, Mrs. D----,&quot; he struck in
+ponderously. &quot;If she is the wench that has been carrying on with the
+gentleman at the 'Rose,' she has had other fish to fry. Though I don't
+say, mind you, that she has <i>not</i> been in this. Only----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Mrs. D---- could restrain herself no longer. &quot;Only! only!
+Gentlemen at the 'Rose'!&quot; she cried. &quot;Why, man, are you mad? What do
+you think has my maid--though maid she is not, but a dirty drab, and
+more is the pity I took her out of charity from the parish--she was
+Kitty Higgs's base-born brat as you know--what has she to do with
+gentlemen at the 'Rose'?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, that is not for me to say,&quot; the man answered quietly. &quot;Only I
+know that for a week or more a wench has been walking with the
+gentleman in the roads and so forth, by night as well as by day. I
+came on them twice myself hard by here; and though she was dressed
+more like a fine madam than a serving girl, I watched her into your
+house. And for the rest, Mrs. Harris must know more than I do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Mrs. Harris, when Mrs. D---- turned on her in a white rage, could
+only cover her head and weep in a corner; as much, I believe, out of
+sorrow for me as on her own account. However, the fact that the
+good-natured woman had left Jennie pretty much to her own devices
+could not be gainsaid; and Mrs. D---- had much to say on it. But when
+she talked of sending after the baggage and jailing her, ay, and the
+gentleman at the &quot;Rose&quot; too, if he could not pay the money, the
+constable pursed up his lips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is to be remembered that he came with His Royal Highness, our
+gracious Prince,&quot; he said, swelling out his chest and puffing out his
+cheeks with importance. &quot;And though it is true he ordered his horses
+and went for London last evening--as I know myself, having seen him
+go, and seen him before for the matter of that at Hertford Assizes,
+for he is a Counsellor--it does not follow that the wench went with
+him. Or, if she did, Mrs. D----, ----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That she had anything to do with this money,&quot; the neighbour who had
+spoken before put in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Precisely, Mr. Jenkins,&quot; the constable answered. &quot;You are a man of
+sense. For my part,&quot; he continued, looking round a little defiantly,
+&quot;I am no Whig, and I am not for meddling with Court gentlemen, and
+least of all lawyers. And if you will take my advice, Mr. D----, you
+will be satisfied to lay this young jail-bird by the heels; and if he
+does not speak before the rope is round his neck, it is not likely
+that you will get your money other ways. But, lord,&quot; the good man went
+on, standing back from me, to view me the better, &quot;he is young to be
+such a villain! It is 'broke and entered,' too, and so he will swing
+for it.&quot; And he took off his hat and wiped his bald head, while he
+gazed at me between pity and admiration.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mrs. D----, who was very far from sharing either of these feelings,
+would have had me taken at once before a Justice and committed. But
+the constable, partly to prove his importance, and partly, I believe,
+to give me a chance of disclosing where the money lay, before it was
+too late, would have the house and garden searched, and all the boys
+examined; under the impression that I might have had one of these for
+my accomplice. Naturally, however, nothing came of this, except the
+discovery that I had been out of nights lately; which had scarcely
+been made when who should appear on the scene, in an unlucky hour for
+me, but the gentleman who had identified me outside the gaming room at
+the &quot;Rose.&quot; As he had come for the very purpose of laying a complaint
+against me, his story destroyed the last scrap of my credit, by
+exhibiting me as a secret rake; and this removing all doubt of my
+guilt, if any were still entertained even by Mrs. Harris, it was
+determined to convey me, dinner over, to Sir Baldwin Winston's, at
+Abbot's Stanstead, to be committed; the two Justices who resided in
+Ware being at the moment disabled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All this time, and while my fate was being decided, I listened to one
+and another in a dull despair, which deprived me of the power to
+defend myself; and from which nothing less than Mrs. D----'s atrocious
+proposal to flog me, until I gave up the money, could draw me, and
+that only for a moment. Conscious of my guilt, and seized in the act
+and on the scene of my crime, I beheld only the near and certain
+prospect of punishment; while I had not the temptation to tell all,
+and inform against my crafty accomplice, to which a knowledge of her
+destination must have exposed me. Besides--and I think a great part of
+my apathy was due to this--I still felt the stunning effects of the
+blow which her cruel treachery had dealt me. I saw her in her true
+light; and as I sat, weeping silently, and seeming to those who
+watched me, little moved, I was thinking at least as much of the past
+and my love, and her craft, as of the fate that lay before me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Though this was presently brought vividly before me, and of all
+persons by Mrs. Harris. Mrs. D---- of herself would have given me
+neither bit nor sup in the house; but the constable insisting that the
+King's prisoner must be fed, Mrs. Harris, tearful and shaking, was
+allowed to bring me some broken victuals. These set before me, the
+good soul, instead of retiring, pottered aimlessly about the room; and
+by and by got behind me; on which, or rather a moment later, I felt
+something cold and sharp at the nape of my neck and started up.
+Bursting into a flood of tears she plumped down on a seat, and I saw
+that she had a pair of scissors and a scrap of my hair in her hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good Lord!&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Doubtless the tone in which I spoke betrayed me, for the constable's
+man who was in charge of me laughed brutally. &quot;Gad, if he does not
+think she did it out of love!&quot; he cried, speaking to a friend who was
+sitting with him. &quot;When all the old dame wants is a charm for the
+rheumatics; and she thinks the chance too good to be lost.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then I remembered that the hair of a hanged man is in that part held
+to be sovereign for the rheumatics; and I sat down feeling cold and
+faint.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_08" href="#div1Ref_08">CHAPTER VIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">That saying, though a small thing, and a foolish one, brought my state
+home to me; and, moreover, filled me with so grisly a foreboding of
+the gibbet, that henceforth I gave my treacherous mistress no more
+thought than she deserved--which was little; but I became wholly taken
+up with my own fate, and especially with the recollection of a man,
+whom I had once seen, pitched and hanging in chains, at Much Hadham
+Crossroads. The horrible spectacle he had become, ten days dead, grew
+on my mind, until I grovelled and sweated in a green terror, and that
+not so much at the prospect of death--though this sent me hot and cold
+in the same instant--as of the harsh rope about my neck, and the
+sacking bands, and the dreadful apparatus, and the grinning loathsome
+thing I must become.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Near swooning at these thoughts, I sank huddled into the chair; and
+was presently plucked up by the constable's assistant, who, seeing my
+state, came forward, and though he was naturally a coarse fellow,
+strove to hearten me, saying that there was always hope until the cart
+moved, and that many a man cast for death was drinking the King's
+health in the Plantations. With an oath or two and in a loud voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that a last flicker of pride came to my aid, and trying to meet his
+eye I muttered that it was not that; that I was not afraid, and that
+at worst I should be burned in the hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure!&quot; he said nodding, and looking at me curiously. &quot;To be
+sure. It is well to be a scholar!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was athirst, however, to get some further and better assurance from
+him; and fixing my eyes on his face, I asked hoarsely, &quot;You think that
+it is certain? You think there is no doubt?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certain sure, my Toby!&quot; he answered. But I saw that, as he moved
+away, he winked to his comrade, and I heard the latter ask him softly,
+as he took his seat again, &quot;Is't so? Will the lad cheat the hangman?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not he!&quot; was the reply, uttered in a whisper--but terror sharpened my
+ears. &quot;There was so long a list at the last Assizes, and half of them
+<i>legit</i>, that it was given out they would override it this time, and
+make examples. And ten to one he will swing, Ben.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But is it the law?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did not hear the answer for the drumming in my ears and the dreadful
+confusion in my brain; which were such that I was not aware of the
+constable's entrance or of anything that happened after that, until I
+found myself in the road climbing clumsily on the back of a pony, in
+the middle of a throng of staring curious faces. My feet being secured
+under the beast's belly--at which some gave a hand, while others stood
+off, whispering and looking strangely at me--the constable mounted
+himself, and shouting to his wife that he should take me on to
+Hertford gaol, and should not be back until late, led me out of the
+crowd, Mr. D---- and Mr. Jenkins bringing up the rear. The last I saw
+of the school the boys were hanging out of the windows to see me go;
+and Mrs. D---- was standing in the doorway, and unappeased by my
+misery, was shrilly denouncing me--hands and tongue, all going--to a
+group of her gossips.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Our road took us past the Rose Inn, and through a great part of the
+town, but no impression of either remains with me, my only
+recollection being of the sunshine that lay over the country, and of
+the happiness that all creation, all living things, save my doomed
+self, enjoyed. The bitterness of the thought that yesterday I had been
+as these, free to move and live and breathe, caused great tears to
+roll down my cheeks; but my companions, whose thoughts had already
+gone forward to the Steward's Room at Sir Winston's, and the
+entertainment they expected there, took little notice of me; and less
+after the porter at the lodge told them that there were grand doings
+at the house, and a great company, including a lord, come unexpectedly
+from London.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't think ye'll be welcome,&quot; the porter added, looking curiously
+at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Justice's business,&quot; the constable replied sturdily. &quot;The King must
+be served.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, that is what you all say when you've something to gain by it,&quot;
+the porter retorted; and went in.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p73"><img src="images/p73.png" alt="p73"></a><br>
+THE CONSTABLE LED ME OUT OF THE CROWD</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">All which I heard idly; not supposing that it meant to me the
+difference between life and death, fortune and misery; or that in the
+company come unexpectedly from London lurked my salvation. If I dwelt
+on the news at all it was only as it might affect me by adding to the
+shame I felt. But in this I deceived myself; for when the ordeal of
+waiting in the servants' hall--where the maids pitied me and would
+have fed me if I could have eaten--was over, and we were ushered into
+the parlour in which Sir Winston, who had newly risen from dinner,
+would see us, we found only one gentleman with him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The two stood at the farther end of a long narrow room, in the bay of
+a large window, that, open to the ground, permitted a view of cool
+sward and yew hedges. That they had had companions, lately withdrawn,
+was clear; and this, not only from the length of the table, which,
+bestrewn with plates and glasses and half-empty flagons, stretched up
+the room from us to them, but from two chairs, thrown down in the
+hurry of rising, and six or seven others thrust back, haphazard,
+against the panels. In the side of the room were four tall straight
+windows that allowed the sunshine to fall in regular bars on the
+table; and these, displaying here a little pool of spilled claret, and
+there a broken tobacco pipe, the ash still smouldering, gave a touch
+of grimness to the luxurious disorder.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The same incongruity was to be observed in the appearance of the elder
+and stouter of the two men; who had hung his periwig on the back of a
+chair, and showed a bald head and flushed face that agreed very ill
+with his laced cravat and embroidered coat. Standing with his feet
+apart and his arm outstretched, he was not immediately aware of our
+entrance; but continued to address his companion in words that were
+coherent, yet betrayed how he had been employed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Crop-eared knaves, my lord, half of them, and I one!&quot; he cried, as we
+came to a halt a little within the door, to await his pleasure--I with
+shaking knees and sinking heart. &quot;And ready to become the same again
+if the times call for it. For why? Because it was only so we could
+keep or get, my lord. And martyrs have been few in my time, though
+fools plenty.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should be sorry to deny the last, Sir Winston,&quot; his companion
+answered, smiling; for whom at the moment, blind bat as I was, I had
+no eyes, seeing in him only a noble youth, handsomely dressed and
+periwigged, and two, or it might be three years older than myself;
+whereas I hung on the Justice's nod. &quot;But here is your case,&quot; the
+young man continued, turning to me, and speaking in a pleasant voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And a hard case one of them is,&quot; the Justice answered jollily, as he
+turned to us, and singled out the constable. &quot;That is you, Dyson!&quot; he
+continued, &quot;one of those of whom I have been telling you, my lord. A
+psalm-singer in the troubles, sergeant in Lord Grey's regiment, a
+roundhead, and ran away, with better men than himself, at Cropredy
+Bridge. To-day he damns a Whig, and goes to bed drunk every
+twenty-ninth of May.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Having a good example, your honour!&quot; the constable answered grinning.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, to be sure. And why don't you follow it also?&quot; Sir Winston
+continued, turning to the schoolmaster. &quot;But crop-eared you were and
+crop-eared you are; one of Shaftesbury's brisk boys, my lord! And
+ought to be fined for a ranter every Monday morning, if all had their
+deserts!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then I am afraid that your theory does not apply to him, Sir
+Winston,&quot; the young man said with a smile. &quot;Here is one martyr
+already; and if one martyr, why not many?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Martyr?&quot; the Justice answered, with half-a-dozen oaths. &quot;He? No one
+less! He goes to church as you and I do, and does not smart to the
+tune of a penny! It is true he pulls a solemn face and abhors
+mince-pies and plum-porridge. But why? Because he keeps a school, and
+the righteous, or what are left of them, who are just such hypocrites
+as himself, resort unto his company with boys and guineas! Resort unto
+his company, eh, D---?&quot; the Justice repeated gleefully, addressing the
+schoolmaster. &quot;That is the phrase, isn't it? Oh, I have chopped
+Scripture with old Noll in my time. And so it pays, do you see, my
+lord? When it does not, he'll damn the Whigs and turn Tantivy or
+Abhorrer, or something that does. And so it is with all; they are
+loyal. Never were Englishmen more loyal; but to what are they loyal?
+Themselves, my lord!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet there are Whigs who do not keep schools,&quot; the young lord said,
+after a hearty laugh.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, my lord, and why?&quot; Sir Winston answered, in high good humour,
+&quot;because we are all trimmers to the wind, but some trim too late, and
+some too soon. And those are your Whigs. Never you turn Whig, my lord,
+whatever you do, or you will die in a Dutch garret like Tony
+Shiftsbury! And if anyone could have made Whiggery pay nowadays,
+clever Anthony would have. Here's his health, but I doubt he is in
+hell, these eight months.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And Sir Winston, going to the table, filled and drank off a bumper of
+claret. Then he filled again. &quot;The King--God bless him--is not very
+well, I hear,&quot; said he, winking at the young lord. &quot;So I will give you
+another toast. His Highness's health, and confusion to all who would
+exclude him! And now what is this business, Dyson? Who is the lad?
+What has he been doing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The constable began to explain; but before he had uttered many words,
+the baronet, whose last draught had more than a little fuddled him,
+cut him short. &quot;Oh, come to me to-morrow!&quot; he said. &quot;Or stay! You are
+in the Commission for the county, my lord?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am, but I have not acted,&quot; the young man answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Rot it, man, but you shall act now! Burglary, is it? Broke and
+entered, eh? Then that is a hanging matter, and a young hound should
+be blooded. I am off! My lord will do it, Dyson. My lord will do it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With which the Justice lurched out of the window so quickly, not to
+say unsteadily, that he was gone before his companion could
+remonstrate. The young lord, thus abandoned, looked at first at a
+nonplus, and seemed for a while more than half-inclined to follow.
+But changing his mind, and curious, I am willing to believe, to hear
+the case of a prisoner so much out of the common as I must have
+appeared to him, he turned to us, and adopting a certain stateliness,
+which came easily to him, young as he was, he told the constable he
+would hear him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then it was that, hanging for my life on the nods and words of
+intelligence that from time to time fell from him, and whereby he
+lifted the constable out of the slough of verbiage in which he
+floundered, I dared again to hope; and noting with eyes sharpened by
+terror the cast of his serious handsome features, and the curves of
+his mouth, sensitive as a woman's yet wondrously under control, saw a
+prospect of life. For a time indeed I had nothing more substantial on
+which to build than such signs, so damning seemed the tale that
+branded me as taken in the act and on the scene of my crimes. But when
+the young peer, after eyeing me gravely and pitifully, asked if they
+had found the money on me, and the constable answered, &quot;No,&quot; and my
+lord retorted, &quot;Then where was it?&quot; and got no answer; and again when
+he enquired as to the lock on the door and the height of the window,
+and who had aided me to enter, and learned that a girl was suspected
+and no one else--then I felt the blood beat hotly in my head, and a
+mist come before my eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who is his accomplice? Pooh; there must be one!&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The girl, may it pleasure your lordship,&quot; the constable answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The girl? Then why should she leave him to be taken? How did he
+enter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By a ladder, it is supposed, my lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is supposed?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, my lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But ladder or no ladder, why did she leave him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The constable scratched his head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps they were surprised, please your lordship,&quot; he ventured at
+last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But the boy was found in the room at seven, dolt. And the sun is up
+before four. What was he doing all those hours? Surprised, pooh!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I don't know as to that, your worship,&quot; the man answered
+sturdily; &quot;but only that the prisoner was found in the room, in which
+he had not ought to be, and the money was gone from the room where it
+had ought to be!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And the bureau was broken open,&quot; Mr. D---- cried eagerly. &quot;And what
+is more, he has never denied it, my lord! Never.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that and at sight of the change that came over my judge's face the
+hope that had risen in me died suddenly; and I saw again the grim
+prospect of the prison and the gibbet; and to be led from one to the
+other, dumb, one of a drove, unregarded. And, it coming upon me
+strongly that in a moment it would be too late, I found my voice and
+cried to him, &quot;Oh, my lord, save me!&quot; I cried. &quot;Help me! For the sake
+of God, help me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Whether my words moved him or he had not yet given up my case, he
+looked at me attentively, and with a shade as of recollection on his
+face. Then he asked quietly what I was.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Usher in a school, my lord,&quot; someone answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Poor devil!&quot; he exclaimed. And then, to the others, &quot;Here, you!
+Withdraw a little to the passage, if you please. I would speak with
+him alone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The constable opened his mouth to demur; but the young gentleman would
+not suffer it; saying with a fine air that there was no resisting,
+&quot;Pooh, man, I am Lord Shrewsbury. I will be responsible for him.&quot; And
+with that he got them out of the room.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_09" href="#div1Ref_09">CHAPTER IX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I know now that there never was a man in whom the natural propensity
+to side with the weaker party was by custom and exercise more highly
+developed than in my late lord, in whose presence I then stood; who,
+indeed, carried that virtue to such an extent that if any fault could
+be found with his public carriage--which I am very far from admitting,
+but only that such a colour might be given to some parts of it by his
+enemies--the flaw was attributable to this excess of generosity. Yet
+he has since told me that on this occasion of our first meeting, it
+was neither my youth nor my misery--in the main at any rate--that
+induced him to take so extraordinary a step as that of seeing me
+alone; but a strange and puzzling reminiscence, which my features
+aroused in him, and whereto his first words, when we were left
+together, bore witness. &quot;Where, my lad,&quot; said he, staring at me, &quot;have
+I seen you before?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As well as I could, for the dread of him in which I stood, I essayed
+to clear my brain and think; and in me also, as I looked at him, the
+attempt awoke a recollection, as if I had somewhere met him. But I
+could conceive one place only where it was possible I might have seen
+a man of his rank; and so stammered that perhaps at the Rose Inn, at
+Ware, in the gaming-room I might have met him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His lip curled, &quot;No,&quot; he said coldly, &quot;I have honoured the
+Groom-Porter at Whitehall once and again by leaving my guineas with
+him. But at the Rose Inn, at Ware--never! And heavens, man,&quot; he
+continued in a tone of contemptuous wonder, &quot;what brought such as you
+in that place?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In shame, and aware, now that it was too late, that I had said the
+worst thing in the world to commend myself to him, I stammered that I
+had gone thither--that I had gone thither with a friend.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A woman?&quot; he said quickly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I allowed that it was so.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The same that led you into this?&quot; he continued sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But to that I made no answer: whereon, with kindly sternness he bade
+me remember where I stood, and that in a few minutes it would be too
+late to speak.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You can trust me, I suppose?&quot; he continued with a fine scorn, &quot;that I
+shall not give evidence against you. By being candid, therefore, you
+may make things better, but can hardly make them worse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Whereon I have every reason to be thankful, nay, it has been matter
+for a life's rejoicing that I was not proof against his kindness; but
+without more ado, sobbing over some parts of my tale, and whispering
+others, I told him my whole story from the first meeting with my
+temptress--so I may truly call her--to the final moment when, the
+money gone, and the ladder removed, I was rudely awakened, to find
+myself a prisoner. I told it, I have reason to believe, with feeling,
+and in words that carried conviction; the more as, though skilled in
+literary composition, and in writing <i>secundum artem</i>, I have little
+imagination. At any rate, when I had done, and quavered off
+reluctantly into a half coherent and wholly piteous appeal for mercy,
+I found my young judge gazing at me with a heat of indignation in
+cheek and eye, that strangely altered him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good G----!&quot; he cried, &quot;what a Jezebel!&quot; And in words which I will
+not here repeat, he said what he thought of her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">True as the words were (and I knew that, after what I had told him,
+nothing else was true of her), they forced a groan from me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Poor devil,&quot; he said at that. And then again, &quot;Poor devil, it is a
+shame! It is a black shame, my lad,&quot; he continued warmly, &quot;and I would
+like to see Madam at the cart-tail; and that is where I shall see her
+before all is done! I never heard of such a vixen! But for you,&quot; and
+on the word he paused and looked at me, &quot;you did it, my friend, and I
+do not see your way out of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then must I hang?&quot; I cried desperately.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did not answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My lord! My lord!&quot; I urged, for I began to see whither he was
+tending, and I could have shrieked in terror, &quot;you can do anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You! If you would speak to the judge, my lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He laughed, without mirth. &quot;He would whip you instead of hanging you,&quot;
+he said contemptuously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To the King, then.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You would thank me for nothing,&quot; he answered; and then with a kind of
+contemptuous suavity, &quot;My friend, in your Ware Academy--where
+nevertheless you seem to have had your diversions--you do not know
+these things. But you may take it from me, that I am more than
+suspected of belonging to the party whose existence Sir Baldwin
+denies--I mean to the Whigs; and the suspicion alone is enough to damn
+any request of mine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that, after staring at him a moment, I did a thing that surprised
+him; and had he known me better a thing that would have surprised him
+more. For the courage to do it, and to show myself in colours unlike
+my own, I had to thank neither despair nor fear, though both were
+present; but a kind of rage that seized me, on hearing him speak in a
+tone above me, and as if, having heard my story, he was satisfied with
+the curiosity of it, and would dismiss the subject, and I might go to
+the gallows. I know now that in so speaking he had not that intent,
+but that brought up short by the certainty of my guilt, and the
+impasse as to helping me, in which he stood, he chose that mode of
+repressing the emotion he felt. I did not understand this however: and
+with a bitterness born of the misconception, and in a voice that
+sounded harsh, and anyone's rather than mine, I burst into a furious
+torrent of reproaches, asking him if it was only for this he had seen
+me alone, and to make a tale. &quot;To make a tale,&quot; I cried, &quot;and a jest?
+One that with the same face with which you send me out to be strangled
+and to rot, and with the same smile, you'll tell, my lord, after
+supper to Sir Baldwin and your like. Oh, for shame, my lord, for
+shame!&quot; I cried, passionately, and losing all fear of him in my
+indignation. &quot;As you may some day be in trouble yourself--for great
+heads fall as well as low ones in these days, and as little pitied--if
+you have bowels of compassion, my lord, and a mother to love you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He turned on me so swiftly at that word, that my anger quailed before
+his. &quot;Silence!&quot; he cried, fiercely. &quot;How dare you, such as you,
+mention----. But there, fellow--be silent!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I caught the ring of pain as well as anger in his tone, and obeyed
+him; though I could not discern what I had said to touch him so
+sorely. He on his side glowered at me a moment; and so we stood, while
+hope died within me, and I grew afraid of him again, and a shadow fell
+on the room as it had already fallen on his face. I waited for nothing
+now but the word that should send me from his presence, and thought
+nothing so certain as that I had flung away what slender chance
+remained to me. It was with a start that when he broke the silence I
+was aware of a new sound in his voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Listen, my lad,&quot; he said in a constrained tone--and he did not look
+at me. &quot;You are right in one thing. If I meant to do nothing for you,
+I had no right to your confidence. I do not know what it was in your
+face induced me to see you. I wish I had not. But since I have I must
+do what I can to save you: and there is only one way. Mind you,&quot; he
+continued in a sudden burst of anger, &quot;I do not like it! And I do it
+out of regard for myself, not for you, my lad! Mind you that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, my lord!&quot; I cried, ready to fall down and worship him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Be silent,&quot; he answered, coldly, &quot;and when my back is turned go
+through that window. Do you understand? It is all I can do for you.
+The alley on the left leads to the stables. Pass through them boldly;
+if you are not stopped you will in a minute be on the high road. The
+turn, to the left at the cross-roads, leads to Tottenham and London.
+That on the right will take you to Little Parndon and Epping. That is
+all I have to say; while I look for a piece of paper to sign your
+commitment, you would do well to go. Only remember, my man, if you are
+retaken--do not look to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He suited the action to the words by turning his back on me, and
+beginning to search in a bureau that stood beside him. But so sudden
+and so unexpected was the proposal he had made, that though he had
+said distinctly &quot;Go!&quot; I doubt if, apart from the open window, I should
+have understood his purpose. As it was I came to it slowly--so slowly
+that he lost patience, and with his head still buried among the
+pigeon-holes, swore at me.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p85"><img src="images/p85.png" alt="p85"></a><br>
+WHEN MY BACK IS TURNED GO THROUGH THAT WINDOW</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you going?&quot; he said. &quot;Or do you think that it is nothing I am
+doing for you? Do you think it is nothing that I am going to tell a
+lie for such as you? Either go or hang, my lad!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I heard no more. A moment earlier nothing had been farther from my
+thoughts than to attempt an escape, but the impulse of his will
+steadied my wavering resolution, and with set teeth and a beating
+heart, I stepped through the window. Outside I turned to the left
+along a shady green alley fenced by hedges of yew, and espying the
+stable-yard before me, walked boldly across it. By good luck the
+grooms and helpers were at supper and I saw only one man standing at a
+door. He stared at me, mouthing a straw, but said nothing, and in a
+twinkling I had passed him, left the curtilage behind me, and had the
+park fence and gate in sight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Until I reached this, not knowing whose eyes were on me, I had the
+presence of mind to walk; though cold shivers ran down my back, and my
+hair crept, and every second I fancied--for I was too nervous to look
+back--that I felt Dyson's hand on my collar. Arriving safely at the
+gate, however, and the road stretching before me with no one in sight,
+I took to my heels, and ran a quarter of a mile along it; then leaping
+the fence that bounded it on the right, I started recklessly across
+country, my aim being to strike the Little Parndon highway, to which
+my lord had referred, at a point beyond the cross-roads, and so to
+avoid passing the latter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I am aware that this mode of escape, this walking through a window and
+running off unmolested, sounds bald and commonplace; and that if I
+could import into my story some touch of romance or womanish disguise,
+such as--to compare great things with small--marked my Lord
+Nithsdale's escape from the Tower three years ago, I should cut a
+better figure. Whereas in the flight across the fields on a quiet
+afternoon, with the sun casting long shadows on the meadows, and for
+my most instant alarms, the sudden whirring up before me of partridge
+or plover, few will find anything heroic. But let them place
+themselves for a moment in my skin, and remember that as I sweated and
+panted and stumbled and rose again, as I splashed in reckless haste
+through sloughs and ditches, and tore my way through great
+blackthorns, I had death always at my heels! Let them remember that in
+the long shadows that crossed my path I saw the gallows, and again the
+gallows, and once more the gallows; and fled more quickly; and that it
+needed but the distant bark of a dog, or the shout of a boy scaring
+birds, to persuade me that the hue and cry was coming, and to fill me
+with the last extremity of fear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I believe that the adventurer, and the knight of the road, when it
+falls to their lot to be so hunted--as must often happen, though more
+commonly such an one is taken <i>securus et ebrius</i> in the arms of his
+mistress--find some mitigation of their pains in the anticipation of
+conflict, and in the stern joy which the resolve to sell life dearly
+imparts to the man of action. But I was unarmed, and worn out with my
+exertions; no soldier, and with no heart to fight. My flight therefore
+across the quiet fields was pure terror, the torture of unmitigated
+fear. Fear spurred me and whipped me; and yet, had I known it, I might
+have spared my terror. For darkness found me, weak and exhausted, but
+still free, in the neighbourhood of Epping in Essex, where I passed
+the night in the Forest; and before noon next day, believing that they
+would watch for me on the Tottenham Road, I had found courage to slink
+in to London by way of Chingford, and in the heart of that great city,
+whose magnitude exceeded all my expectations, had safely and
+effectually lost myself.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_10" href="#div1Ref_10">CHAPTER X</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">At this point, it becomes me to pause. I set out, the reader will
+remember, to furnish such a narrative of the events attending my first
+meeting with my honoured patron, as taken with a brief account of
+myself might enable all to pursue with insight as well as advantage
+the details of my later connection with him. And this being done, and
+bearing in mind that Sir John Fenwick did not suffer for his
+conspiracy until 1696, and that consequently a period of thirteen
+years divided the former events, which I have related, from those
+which follow--and which have to do, as I intimated at the outset, with
+my lord's alleged cognisance of that conspiracy--some may, and with
+impatience, look to me to proceed at once to the gist of the matter.
+Which I propose to do; but first to crave the reader's indulgence,
+while in a very hasty and perfunctory manner I trace my humble
+fortunes in the interval; whereby time will in the end be saved.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That arriving in London, as I have related, a fugitive, penniless and
+homeless, in fear of the law, I contrived to keep out of the beadle's
+hands, and was neither whipped for a vagrant at Bridewell, nor starved
+outright in the streets, I attribute to most singular good fortune;
+which not only rescued me (<i>statim</i>) from a great and instant danger
+that all but engulfed me, but within a few hours found for me honest
+and constant employment, and that of an uncommon kind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It so happened that, perplexed by the clamour of the great city,
+wherein all faces were new to me and ways alike, I came to a stand
+about noon in the neighbourhood of Newgate Market; where, confident
+that in the immense and never-ceasing tide of life that ebbs and flows
+in that quarter, I was safe from recognition, I ventured to sell an
+undergarment in a small shop in an alley, and buying a loaf with the
+price, satisfied my hunger. But the return of strength was accompanied
+by no return of hope; rather, my prime necessity supplied, I felt the
+forlornness of my position more acutely. In which condition, having no
+resource but to wander aimlessly from one street to another while the
+daylight lasted--and after that no prospect at all except to pass the
+night in the same manner--I came presently into Little Britain, and
+stopped, as luck would have it, before one of the bookshops that crowd
+that part. A number of persons were poring over the books, and I
+joined them; but I had not stood a moment, idly scanning the backs of
+the volumes, before one of my neighbours touched my elbow, and when I
+turned and met his eyes, nodded to me. &quot;A scholar?&quot; he said, smiling
+pleasantly through a pair of glasses. &quot;Ah, how ill does the muse
+requite her worshippers. From the country, my friend?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I answered that I was; and seeing him to be a man well on in years,
+clad in good broadcloth, and of a sober, substantial aspect, I saluted
+him abjectly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure,&quot; he said, again nodding cheerfully. &quot;And a stranger to
+the town I expect?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And a reader? A reader? Ah, how ill does the muse---- But you <i>can</i>
+read?&quot; he ejaculated, breaking off somewhat suddenly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said I could, and to convince him read off the names of several of
+the volumes before me. I remembered afterwards that instead of looking
+at them to see if I read aright, he kept his eyes on my face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good!&quot; he said, stopping me when I had deciphered half-a-dozen. &quot;You
+do your schoolmaster credit, my lad. Such a man should not want, and
+yet you look----frankly, my friend, are you in need of employment?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He asked the question with so much benevolence, and looked at me with
+so good-natured a twinkle in his eyes, that my tears nearly
+overflowed, and I had much ado to answer him. &quot;Yes,&quot; I said. &quot;And
+without friends, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Indeed, indeed,&quot; quoth he. &quot;Well, I must do what I can. And first,
+you may do me a service, which in any case shall not go unrequited.
+Come this way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Without waiting for an answer he led me into the mouth of a court hard
+by, where we were less open to observation; there, pointing to a shop
+at a little distance from that at which he had found me, he explained
+that he wished to purchase a copy of <i>Selden's Baronage</i> that stood at
+the front of the stall, but that the tradesman knew him and would
+overcharge him. &quot;So do you go and buy it for me, my friend,&quot; he
+continued, chuckling over his innocent subterfuge, with a simplicity
+that took with me immensely. &quot;It should be half-a-guinea. There is a
+guinea&quot;--and he lugged one out. &quot;Buy the book and bring the change to
+me, and it shall be something in your pocket. Alas, that the muse
+should so ill---- But there, go, go, my lad,&quot; he continued, &quot;and
+remember <i>Selden's Baronage</i>, half-a-guinea. And not a penny more!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Delighted with the luck which had found me such a patron, and anxious
+to acquit myself to the best advantage I hurried to do his bidding;
+first making sure that I knew where to find him. The shop he had
+pointed out, which was surmounted by the sign of a gun, and appeared
+to enjoy no small share of public favour, was full of persons reading
+and talking; but almost the first book on which my eyes alighted was
+<i>Selden's Baronage</i>, and the tradesman when I applied to him made no
+difficulty about the price, saying at once that it was half-a-guinea.
+I handed him my money, and without breaking off his talk with a
+customer, he was counting the change, when something in my aspect
+struck him, and he looked at the guinea. On which he muttered an oath
+and thrust it back into my hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It will not do,&quot; he said angrily. &quot;Begone!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was quite taken aback: the more as several persons looked up from
+their books, and his immediate companion, a meagre dry-looking man in
+a snuff-coloured suit, fell to staring at me. &quot;What do you mean?&quot; I
+stammered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You know very well,&quot; the tradesman answered me roughly. &quot;And had
+better be gone! And more, I tell you, if you want a hemp collar, my
+man, you are in the way to get one!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Clipped?&quot; quoth the dry-looking man.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;New clipped and bright at the edges!&quot; the bookseller answered. &quot;Now
+go, my man, and be thankful I don't send for a constable.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I shrank away, two or three of the customers coming to the
+door to see me out, and watching which way I turned. This, I
+suppose--though I was then, and for a little time longer in doubt
+about him--was the reason why I could see nothing of my charitable
+friend, when I returned to the place where I had left him. I looked
+this way and that, but he was gone; and though, not knowing what else
+to do, and having still the guinea in my possession, I lingered about
+the mouth of the court for an hour or more, looking for him, he did
+not return.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the end of that time the meagre dry man whom I had seen in the shop
+passed with a book under his arm; and seeing me, after a moment's
+hesitation stood and spoke to me. &quot;Well, my friend?&quot; said he, looking
+hard at me. &quot;Are you waiting for the halter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I told him civilly, no; but that the gentleman who had given me the
+guinea to change had bidden me return to him there.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And he is not here?&quot; he said with a sneer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He stared at me, wondering at the simplicity of my answer; and then,
+&quot;Well, you are either the biggest fool or the biggest knave within the
+bills!&quot; he exclaimed. &quot;Are you straight from Gotham?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I told him. &quot;From the north.&quot; And that I wanted employment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are like to get it--at the Plantations!&quot; he answered savagely,
+taking snuff. I remarked that neither his hands nor his linen were of
+the cleanest, and that the former were stained with ink. &quot;What are
+you?&quot; he continued, presently, in the same snappish, churlish tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I told him a schoolmaster.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Exempli gratiâ</i>,&quot; he answered quickly, and turning to the nearest
+stall, he indicated the title-page of a book. &quot;Read me that, Master
+Schoolmaster.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did so. He grunted; and then, &quot;You write? Show me your hand.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said I had no paper or ink there, but that if he would take me----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pooh, man, are you a fool?&quot; he cried, impatiently. &quot;Show me your
+right hand, middle finger, and I will find you <i>scribit</i> or <i>non
+scribit</i>. So! And you want work?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hard work and little pay?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said I wanted to make my living.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, and maybe the first time you come to me, you will cut my throat,
+and rob my desk,&quot; he answered gruffly. &quot;Hm! That touches you home,
+does it? However, ask for me to-morrow, at seven in the forenoon--Mr.
+Timothy Brome, at the sign of the Black Boy in Fleet Street.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Now I was overjoyed, indeed. With such a prospect of employment, it
+seemed to me a small thing that I must pass the night in the streets;
+but even that I escaped. For when he was about to part from me, he
+asked me what money I had. None, I told him, &quot;except the clipped
+guinea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I suppose you expect me to give you a shilling earnest?&quot; he
+answered, irascibly. &quot;But no, no, Timothy Brome is no fool. See here,&quot;
+he continued, slapping his pocket and looking shrewdly at me, &quot;that
+guinea is not worth a groat to you; except to hang you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said, ruefully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I will give you five shillings for it, as gold, mind you; as
+gold, and not to pass. Are you content?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is not mine,&quot; I said doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Take it or leave it!&quot; he said, screwing up his eyes, and so plainly
+pleased with the bargain he was driving that I had no inkling of the
+kind heart that underlay that crabbed manner. &quot;Take it or leave it, my
+man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus pressed, and my mind retaining no real doubt of the knavery of
+the man who had entrusted the guinea to me, I handed it to my new
+friend, and received in return a crown. And this being my last
+disposition of money not my own, I think it a fit season to record
+that from that day to this I have been enabled by God's help and man's
+kindness to keep the eighth commandment; and earning honestly what I
+have spent have been poor, but never a beggar.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In gratitude for which, and both those good men being now dead, I here
+conjoin the names of Mr. Timothy Brome, of Fleet Street, newsmonger
+and author, whose sharp tongue and morose manners cloaked a hundred
+benefactions; and of Charles, Duke of Shrewsbury, my honoured patron,
+who never gave but his smile doubled the gift which his humanity
+dictated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The reader will believe that punctually on the morrow I went with joy
+and thankfulness to my new master, whom I found up three pairs of
+stairs in a room barely furnished, but heaped in every part with piles
+of manuscripts and dogs-eared books, and all so covered with dust that
+type and script were alike illegible. He wore a dingy morning-gown and
+had laid aside his wig; but the air of importance with which he nodded
+to me and a sort of dignity that clothed him as he walked to and fro
+on the ink-stained floor mightily impressed me, and drove me to wonder
+what sort of trade was carried on here. He continued, for some minutes
+after I entered, to declaim one fine sentence after another, rolling
+the long words over his tongue with a great appearance of enjoyment: a
+process which he only interrupted to point me to a stool and desk,
+and cry with averted eyes--lest he should cut the thread of his
+thoughts--&quot;Write!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p94"><img src="images/p94.png" alt="p94"></a><br>
+&quot;HE WORE A DINGY MORNING-GOWN AND HAD LAID ASIDE HIS
+WIG&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">On my hesitating, &quot;Write!&quot; he repeated, in the tone of one commanding
+a thousand troopers. And then he spoke thus--and as he spoke I
+wrote:--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This day His Gracious Majesty, whose health appears to be completely
+restored, went, accompanied by the French Ambassador and a brilliant
+company, to take the air in the Mall. Despatches from Holland say that
+the Duke of Monmouth has arrived at the Hague and has been well
+received. Letters from the West say that the city of Bristol having a
+well-founded confidence in the Royal Clemency has hastened to lay its
+Charter at His Majesty's feet. The 30th of the month began the
+Sessions at the Old Bailey, and held the first and second of this;
+where seventeen persons received sentence of death, nine to be burned
+in the hand, seven to be transported, and eleven ordered to be
+whipped. Yesterday, or this day, a commission was sealed appointing
+the Lord Chief Justice Jeffreys----&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_11" href="#div1Ref_11">CHAPTER XI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">In a word, my master was a writer of Newsletters, and in that capacity
+possessed of so excellent a style and so great a connection in the
+Western Counties that, as he was wont to boast, there was hardly a
+squire or rector from Bristol to Dawlish that did not owe what he knew
+of His Majesty's gout, or Mr. Dryden's last play, to his weekly
+epistles. The Popish Plot which had cost the lives of Lord Stafford
+and so many of his persuasion, no less than the Rye House Plot, which
+by placing the Whigs at the mercy of the Government had at once
+afforded those their revenge, and illustrated the ups and downs of
+court life, had given so sharp a stimulus to the appetite for news,
+that of late he had found himself unable to cope with it. In this
+unsettled condition, and meditating changes which should belittle Sir
+Roger and <i>The London Mercury</i>, and oust print from the field, he fell
+in with me; and where another man would have selected a bachelor whose
+cassock and scarf might commend him at Wills' or Childs', his
+eccentric kindness snatched me from the gutter, and set me on a tall
+stool, there to write all day for the delectation of country houses
+and mayors' parlours.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I remember that at first it seemed to me so easy a trick (this noting
+the news of the day in plain round hand) that I wondered they paid him
+to do it, more than another. But besides that I then had knowledge of
+one side of the business only, I mean the framing the news, but none
+of the manner in which it was collected at Garraway's and the Cockpit,
+the Sessions House, the Mall, and the Gallery at Whitehall. I
+presently learned that even of the share that fell to my lot I knew
+only as much as a dog that turns the spit knows of the roasting of
+meat. For when my employer, finding me docile and industrious--as I
+know I was, being thankful for such a haven, and crushed in spirit not
+only by the dangers through which I had passed, but also by my
+mistress's treachery--when I say, he left me one day to my devices,
+merely skimming through a copy and leaving me to multiply it, with,
+for sole guide, the list of places to which the letters were to go, as
+Bridgewater, Whig; Bath, Tory; Bridport, Tory; Taunton, Whig; Frome,
+Whig; Lyme, Whig, and so on, I came very far short of success. True,
+when he returned in the evening I had my packets ready and neatly
+prepared for the mail, which then ran to the West thrice a week and
+left next morning; and I had good hopes that he would send them
+untouched. But great was my dismay when he fell into a rage over the
+first he picked up, and asked me bluntly if I was quite a fool.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I stammered some answer, and asked in confusion what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Everything,&quot; he said. &quot;Here, let me see! Why, you dolt and
+dunderhead, you have sent letters in identical terms to Frome and
+Bridport.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said faintly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But the one is Whig and the other is Tory!&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But the news, sir,&quot; I made bold to answer, &quot;is the same.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is it?&quot; he cried in fine contempt. &quot;Why you are a natural! I thought
+you had learned something by this time. Here, where is the Frome
+letter? '&quot;<i>The London Gazette</i>&quot; <i>announces that His Majesty has been
+graciously pleased to reward my Lord Rochester's services at the
+Treasury Board by raising him to the dignity of Lord President of the
+Council, an elevation which renders necessary his resignation of his
+seat at the Board</i>.' Tut-tut! That is the Court tone. Here, out with
+it, and write:--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'<i>The Earl of Rochester's removal from the Treasury Board to the
+Presidency of the Council, which is announced in</i> &quot;<i>The Gazette</i>,&quot; <i>is
+very well understood. His lordship made what resistance he could, but
+the facts Were plain, and the King could do no otherwise. Rumour has
+it that the sum lost to the country in the manner already hinted
+exceeds fifty thousand guineas</i>.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There, what comes next? '<i>Letters from the Continent have it that
+strong recommendations have been made to the Court at the Hague to
+dismiss the D---- of M----, and it is confidently expected that the
+next packet will bring the news of his departure</i>.' Pooh, out with it.
+Write this:--</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'<i>The D---- of M---- is still at the Hague, where he is being
+sumptuously entertained. Much is made of His Majesty's anger, but the
+D---- is well supplied with money from an unknown source, which some
+take to be significant. At a ball given by their Highnesses on the
+eleventh, he danced an English country dance with the Lady Mary,
+wherein his grace and skill won all hearts</i>.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is better. And now what next? '<i>This day an Ambassador from the
+King of Siam in the East Indies waited on His Majesty with great marks
+of respect</i>.' Umph! Well leave it, but add, 'Ah, <i>si sic propius</i>.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And then, '<i>There are rumours that His Majesty intends to call a
+parliament shortly, in which plan he is hindered only by the state of
+his gout</i>.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Out with that and write this:--'<i>In the city is much murmuring that a
+parliament is not called. Though His Majesty has not played lately at
+tennis, he showed himself yesterday in Hyde Park, so that some who
+maintain his health to be the cause deserve no weight. In his company
+were His Highness the Duke of York and the French Ambassador</i>.'</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There, you fool,&quot; my master continued, flinging two-thirds of the
+packets back to me. &quot;You will have to amend these, and another time
+you will know better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Which showed me that I had still something to learn; and that as there
+are tricks in all trades, so Mr. Timothy Brome, the writer, did not
+enjoy without reason the reputation of the most popular newsvendor in
+London. But as I addressed myself to the business with zeal, I
+presently began to acquire a mastery over his methods; and my
+knowledge of public affairs growing with each day's work, as in such
+an employment it could not fail to grow, I was able before very long
+to take the composition of the letters in a great measure off his
+hands; leaving him free to walk Change Alley and the coffee-houses,
+where his snuff-coloured suit and snappish wit were as well known as
+his secret charity was little suspected.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In private, indeed, he was of so honest a disposition, his faults of
+temper notwithstanding, as to cause me at first some surprise; since I
+fancied an incompatibility between this and the laxity of his public
+views; which he carried so far that he was not only a political
+skeptic himself, but held all others to be the same; maintaining that
+the best public men were only of this or that colour because it suited
+their pockets or ambitions, and that, of all, he respected most Lord
+Halifax and his party, who at least trimmed openly, and never cried
+loudly for either extreme.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But as his actions in other matters bettered his professions, so I
+presently found that in this too he belied himself; which was made
+clear when he came to the test. For the death of King Charles the
+Second occurring soon after I came to serve him--so soon that I still
+winced when my former life was probed, and hated a woman and trembled
+at sight of a constable, and wondered if this were really <i>I</i>,
+who went to and fro daily from my garret in Bride Lane to St.
+Dunstan's--the death, I say, of the King occurring just at that time,
+we were speedily overwhelmed by a rush of events so momentous and
+following so quickly one on another that they threw the old see-saw of
+Court and Country off its balance; and upset with it the minds of many
+who had hitherto clung firmly to a party. For the King had been
+scarcely laid very quietly--some thought, meanly--in his grave and the
+Duke of York been proclaimed by the title of James the Second, when
+those who had fled the country in the last reign, either after the Rye
+House Plot, or later with Monmouth, returned and kindled two great
+insurrections, that of the Marquess of Argyle in the north, and that
+of the Duke of Monmouth in the west. Occurring almost simultaneously,
+it was wonderful to see how, in spite of the cry of a Popish King, and
+the Protestant religion in danger, which the rebels everywhere raised,
+these outbreaks rallied all prudent folk to the King; whose popularity
+never, before or afterwards, stood so high as on the day of the battle
+of Sedgmoor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And doubtless he might have retained the confidence and affection of
+his people, and by these means attained to the utmost of his
+legitimate wishes--I mean the relief of the papists from penal clauses
+if not from civil disabilities--had he gone about it discreetly, and
+with the moderation which so delicate a matter required. But in the
+outset the severity with which the western rebels were punished, both
+by the military after the rout and by the Lord Chief Justice at the
+Assizes which followed, gave check to his popularity; and thenceforth
+for three years all went one way. The Test Acts, abrogated at the
+first in a case here and there (yet ominously in such, in particular,
+as favoured the admission of papists to the army), were presently
+nullified, with other acts of a like character, by a general
+declaration of indulgence; and that, to the disgust of the clergy, to
+be read in the churches. To this main assault on the passive obedience
+which the Church had so often preached, and to which it still fondly
+clung, were added innumerable meaner attacks perhaps more humiliating;
+as the expulsion of the Protestant Fellows from Magdalene College,
+the conversion of University College into a Romish Seminary, and
+the dismissal of my Lords Rochester and Clarendon, the King's
+brothers-in-law, from all their places because--as was everywhere
+rumoured--they would not resign the creed in which they had been born.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It were long to recount all the other errors into which the King fell;
+but I may lay stress on the dissolution of a most loyal Parliament,
+because it would not legalise his measures; on the open and shameless
+attempt to pack its successor, on the corruption of the Judges, and on
+the trial of the seven bishops for sedition. It were shorter and
+equally to the point to say that an administration conducted for three
+years on these lines, sufficed not only to sap the patient loyalty of
+the nation, but to rouse from its rest the political conscience of my
+employer. Mr. Brome, after much muttering and many snappish
+corrections and alterations, all tending (as I soon perceived) to
+Whiggery, resigned, on the day the Fellows of Magdalene were expelled,
+his time-honoured system of duplicity; and thenceforward, until the
+end, issued the same letter to Tory squire and Whig borough alike.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">What was more remarkable, and, had the King known, it might have
+served his obstinate Majesty for a warning, we lost no patrons by the
+step; but rather increased our readers; the whole nation by this time
+being of one mind. When the end came therefore, and in answer to the
+famous Invitation signed by the Seven, the Deliverer, as the Whig
+party still love to call him, landed at Torbay, and with scarcely a
+blow, and no life lost, entered London, there were few among those who
+ruffled it in his train, as he rode to St. James's, who had done as
+much to bring him to his throne as my master; though he, good honest
+man, wore neither spurs nor sword, and stood humbly a-foot in the
+mouth of an alley to see the show go by.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_12" href="#div1Ref_12">CHAPTER XII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I suppose that there never was an abrupt change in the government of a
+nation more quietly, successfully, and bloodlessly carried through
+than our great Revolution. But it is the way of the pendulum to swing
+back; and it was not long before those who had been most deeply
+concerned in the event began to reflect and compare, nor, as they had
+before them the example of the Civil War and the subsequent
+restoration besides, and were persons bred for the most part in an
+atmosphere of Divine Right and passive obedience (whether they had
+imbibed those doctrines or not), was it wonderful if a proportion of
+them began to repent at leisure what they had done in haste. The late
+King's harsh and implacable temper, and the severity with which he had
+suppressed one rising, were not calculated to reassure men when they
+began to doubt. The possibility of his return hung like a thick cloud
+over the more timid; while the favours which the new King showered on
+his Dutchmen, the degradation of the coin and of trade, and the many
+disasters that attended the first years of the new government were
+sufficient to shake the confidence and chill the hearts even of the
+stoutest and most patriotic.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So bad was the aspect of things that it was rumoured that King William
+would abdicate; and this aggravating the general uncertainty, many in
+high places spent their days in a dreadful looking forward to
+judgment; nor ever, I believe, slept without dreaming of Tower Hill,
+the axe, and the sawdust. The result that was natural followed. While
+many hastened to make a secret peace with St. Germain's, others,
+either as a matter of conscience or because they felt that they had
+offended too deeply, remained constant; but perceiving treachery in
+the air, and being in daily fear of invasion, breathed nothing but
+threats and slaughter against the seceders. This begot a period of
+plots and counter-plots, of perjury and intrigue, of denunciations and
+accusations real and feigned, such as I believe no other country has
+ever known; the Jacobites considering a restoration certain, and the
+time only doubtful; while the Whigs in their hearts were inclined to
+agree with them and feared the worst.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">During seven such years I lived and worked with Mr. Brome; who,
+partly, I think, because he had come late to his political bearings,
+and partly because the Tories and Jacobites had a newswriter in the
+notorious Mr. Dyer--to whose letters Mr. Dryden, it was said, would
+sometimes contribute--remained steadfast in his Whig opinions; and did
+no little in the country parts to lessen the stir which the Nonjurors'
+complaints created. I saw much of him and little of others; and being
+honestly busy and honourably employed--not that my style made any
+noise in the coffee-houses, which was scarcely to be expected, since
+it passed for Mr. Brome's--I began to regard my life before I came to
+London as an ugly dream. Yet it had left me with two proclivities
+which are not common at the age which I had then reached; the one a
+love of solitude and a retired life, which, a matter of necessity at
+first, grew by-and-by into a habit; the other an averseness for women
+that amounted almost to a fear of them. Mr. Brome, who was a confirmed
+bachelor, did nothing to alter my views on either point, or to
+reconcile me to the world; and as my life was passed between my attic
+in Bride Lane and his apartment in Fleet Street, where he had a
+tolerable library, few were better acquainted with public affairs or
+had less experience of private, than I; or knew more intimately the
+order of the signs and the aspect of the houses between the Fleet
+Prison and St. Dunstan's Church.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Partly out of fear, and partly out of a desire to be done with my
+former life, I made myself known to no one in Hertfordshire; but, some
+five years after my arrival in London, having a sudden craving to see
+my mother, I walked down one Sunday to Epping. There making cautious
+enquiries of the Bishop Stortford carrier, I heard of her death, and
+on the return journey burst once into a great fit of weeping at the
+thought of some kind word or other she had spoken to me on a
+remembered occasion. But with this tribute to nature I dismissed my
+family, and even that good friend from my mind; going back to my
+lodging with a contentment which this glimpse of my former life
+wondrously augmented.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Of Mr. D---- or of the wicked woman who had deceived me I was not
+likely to hear; but there was one, and he the only stranger who <i>ante
+Londinium</i> had shown me kindness, whose name my pen was frequently
+called on to transcribe, and whose fame was even in those days in all
+men's mouths. With a thrill of pleasure I heard that my Lord
+Shrewsbury had been one of the seven who signed the famous invitation:
+then that the King had named him one of the two Secretaries of State;
+and again after two years, during which his doings filled more and
+more of the public ear--so that he stood for the government--that he
+had suddenly and mysteriously resigned all his offices and retired
+into the country. Later still, in the same year, in the sad days which
+followed the defeat of Beachy Head, when a French fleet sailed the
+Channel, and in the King's absence, the most confident quailed, I
+heard that he had ridden post to Kensington to place his sword and
+purse at the Queen's feet; and, later still, 1694, when three years of
+silence had obscured his memory, I heard with pleasure, and the world
+with surprise, that he had accepted his old office, and stood higher
+than ever in the King's favour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The next year Queen Mary died. This, as it left only the King's life
+between the Jacobites and a Restoration, increased as well their
+activity as the precautions of the government; whose most difficult
+task lay in sifting the wheat from the chaff and discerning between
+the fictions of a crowd of false witnesses (who thronged the
+Secretary's office and lived by this new trade) and the genuine
+disclosures of their own spies and informers. In the precarious
+position in which the government stood, ministers dared neglect
+nothing, nor even stand on scruples. In moments of alarm, therefore,
+it was no uncommon thing to close the gates and prosecute a house to
+house search for Jacobites; the most notorious being seized and the
+addresses of the less dangerous taken. One of these searches which
+surprised the city in the month of December, '95, had for me results
+so important that I may make it the beginning of a consecutive
+narrative.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I happened to be sitting in my attic that evening over a little coal
+fire, putting into shape some Whig reflections on the Coinage Bill;
+our newsletter tending more and more to take the form of a pamphlet. A
+frugal supper, long postponed, stood at my elbow, and the first I knew
+of the search that was afoot, a man without warning opened my door,
+which was on the latch, and thrust in his head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Naturally I rose in alarm; and we stared at one another by the light
+of my one candle. Only the intruder's head and shoulders were in the
+room, but I could see that he wore bands and a cassock, and a great
+bird's nest wig, which overhung a beak-like nose and bright eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir,&quot; said he after a moment's pause, during which the eyes leaving
+me glittered to every part of the room, &quot;I see you are alone, and have
+a very handy curtain there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I gasped, but to so strange an exordium had nothing to say. The
+stranger nodded at that as if satisfied, and slowly edging his body
+into the room, disclosed to my sight the tallest and most uncouth
+figure imaginable. A long face ending in a tapering chin added much to
+the grotesque ugliness of his aspect; in spite of which his features
+wore a smirk of importance, and though he breathed quickly, like a man
+pressed and in haste, it was impossible not to see that he was master
+of himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And of me; for when I went to ask his meaning, he shot out his great
+under-lip at me, and showed me the long barrel of a horse pistol that
+he carried under his cassock. I recoiled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good sir,&quot; he said, with an ugly grin, &quot;'tis an argument I thought
+would have weight with you. To be short, I have to ask your
+hospitality. There is a search for Jacobites; at any moment the
+messengers may be here. I live opposite to you and am a Nonjuring
+clergyman liable to suspicion; you are a friend to Mr. Timothy Brome,
+who is known to stand well with the government. I propose therefore to
+hide behind the curtain of your bed. Your room will not be searched,
+nor shall I be found if you play your part. If you fail to play
+it--then I shall be taken; but you, my dear friend, will not see it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He said the last words with another of his hideous grins, and tapped
+the barrel of his pistol with so much meaning that I felt the blood
+leave my cheeks. He took this for a proof of his prowess; and nodding,
+as well content, he stood a moment in the middle of the floor, and
+listened with the tail of his eye on me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had no reason to watch me, however, for I was unarmed and cowed;
+nor had we stood many seconds before a noise of voices and weapons
+with the trampling of feet broke out on the stairs, and at once
+confirmed his story and proved the urgency of his need. Apparently he
+was aware of the course things would take and that the constables and
+messengers would first search the lower floors; for instead of
+betaking himself forthwith to his place of hiding--as seemed
+natural--he looked cunningly round the chamber, and bade me sit down
+to my papers. &quot;Do you say at once that you are Mr. Brome's writer,&quot; he
+continued with an oath, &quot;and mark me well, my man. Betray me by a word
+or sign, and I strew your brains on the floor!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After that threat, and though he went then, and hid his hateful
+face--which already filled me with fear and repugnance beyond
+words--behind the curtain, where between bed and wall, there was a
+slender space, I had much ado to keep my seat and my self-control. In
+the silence which filled the room I could hear his breathing; and I
+felt sure that the searchers must hear it also when they entered.
+Assured that the Sancrofts and Kens, and the honest but misguided folk
+who followed them, did not carry pistols, I gave no credit to his
+statement that he was a Nonjuring parson; but deemed him some
+desperate highwayman or plotter, whose presence in my room, should he
+be discovered and should I by good luck escape his malice, would
+land me at the best in Bridewell or the Marshalsea. By-and-by the
+candle-wick grew long, and terrified at the prospect of being left in
+the dark with him, I went to snuff it. With a savage word he whispered
+me to let it be; after which I had no choice but to sit in fear and
+semi-darkness, listening to the banging of doors below, and the
+alternate rising and falling of voices, as the search party entered or
+issued from the successive rooms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In my chamber with its four whitewashed walls and few sticks of
+furniture there was only one place where a man could stand and be
+unseen; and that was behind the curtain. There, I thought, the most
+heedless messenger must search; and as I listened to the steps
+ascending the last flight I was in an agony. I foresaw the moment when
+the constable would carelessly and perfunctorily draw the curtain--and
+then the flash, the report, the cry, the mad struggle up and down the
+room, which would follow.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So strong was this impression, that though I had been waiting minutes
+when the summons came and a hand struck my door, I could not at once
+find voice to speak. The latch was up, and the door half open when I
+cried &quot;Enter!&quot; and rose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the doorway appeared three or four faces, a couple of lanthorns,
+held high, and a gleam of pike-heads. &quot;Richard Price, servant to Mr.
+Brome, the newswriter,&quot; cried one of the visitors, reading in a
+sonorous voice from a paper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well affected,&quot; answered a second--evidently the person in command.
+&quot;Brome is a good man. I know him. No one hidden here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said, with a loudness and boldness that surprised me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No lodger, my man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;None!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Right!&quot; he answered. &quot;Good-night, and God save King William!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Amen!&quot; quoth I; and then, and not before, my knees began to shake.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, it no longer mattered, for before I could believe that the
+danger was over they were gone and had closed the door; and I caught a
+sniggering laugh behind the curtain. Still they had gone no farther
+than the stairs; I heard them knock on the opposite door and troop in
+there, and I caught the tones of a woman's voice, young and fresh,
+answering them. But in a minute they came out again, apparently
+satisfied, and crowded down stairs; whereon the man behind the curtain
+laughed again, and swaggering out, Bobadil-like, shook his fist with
+furious gestures after them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Damn your King William, and you too!&quot; he cried in ferocious triumph.
+&quot;One of these days God will squeeze him like the rotten orange he is;
+and if God will not, I will! I, Robert Ferguson! Trot, for the set of
+pudding-headed blind-eyed moles that you are! Call yourselves
+constables! Bah! But as for you, my friend,&quot; he continued, turning to
+me and throwing his pistol with a crash on the table, &quot;you have more
+spunk than I thought you had, and spoke up like a gentleman of mettle.
+There is my hand on it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My throat was so dry that I could not speak, but I gave him my hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He gripped it and threw it from him with a boastful gesture, and
+stalking to the farther side of the room and back again, &quot;There!&quot;
+cried he. &quot;Now you can say that you have touched hands with Ferguson,
+the famous Ferguson, the Ferguson on whose head a thousand guineas
+have been set! Ferguson the Kingmaker, who defied three Kings and made
+three Kings and will yet make a fourth! Fire and furies, do a set of
+boozing tipstaves think to take the man who outwitted Jeffreys and
+slipped through Kirke's lambs?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p109"><img src="images/p109.png" alt="p109"></a><br>
+&quot;DAMN YOUR KING WILLIAM, AND YOU TOO!&quot; HE CRIED</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">Hearing who he was, I stared at him in astonishment; but in
+astonishment largely leavened with fear and hatred; for I knew the
+reputation he enjoyed, and both what he had done, and of what he was
+suspected. That in all his adventures and intrigues he had borne a
+charmed life; and where Sidney and Russell, Argyle and Monmouth,
+Rumbold and Ayloffe had suffered on the scaffold, he had escaped scot
+free was one thing and certain; but that men accounted for this in
+strange ways was another scarcely less assured. While his friends
+maintained that he owed his immunity to a singular skill in disguise,
+his enemies, and men who were only so far his enemies as they were the
+enemies of all that was most base in human nature, asserted that this
+had little to do with it, but went so far as to say that in all his
+plots, with Russell and with Monmouth, with Argyle and with Ayloffe,
+he had played booty, and played the traitor: and tempting men, and
+inviting men to the gibbet, had taken good care to go one step
+farther--and by betraying them to secure his own neck from peril!</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_13" href="#div1Ref_13">CHAPTER XIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Such was the man I saw before me; on whose face, as if heaven purposed
+to warn his fellows against him, malignant passion and an insane
+vanity were so plainly stamped that party spirit must have gone to
+lengths, indeed, before it rendered men blind to his quality. His
+shambling gait seemed a fitting conveyance for a gaunt, stooping
+figure so awkward and uncouth that when he gave way to gesticulation
+it seemed to be moved by wires; yet, once he looked askance at you,
+face and figure were forgotten in the gleam of the eyes that,
+treacherous and cruel, leered at you from the penthouse of his huge,
+ill-fitting wig.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, I confess that, while I hated and loathed the man, he
+cowed me. His latest escape had intoxicated him, and astride on my
+table, or stalking the floor, he gave way to his vanity. Pouring out a
+flood of ribald threats and imaginings, he now hinted at the fate
+which had never failed to befall those who thwarted him; now he
+boasted of his cunning and his hundred intrigues, and now he touched,
+not obscurely, on some great design soon to be executed. His audacity,
+no less than his frankness, bewildered me; for if he did not tell me
+all, he told enough, were it true, to hang a man. Yet I soon found
+that he had method in his madness; for while I listened with a
+shamefaced air, hating him and meditating informing against him the
+moment I was freed from his presence, he turned on me with a hideous
+grin, and thrusting the muzzle of his pistol against my temple, swore
+with endless curses to slay me if I betrayed him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will go to Brome to-morrow, as usual,&quot; he said. &quot;The Whiggish old
+dotard, I could pluck out his inwards! And you will say not one word
+of Mr. Ferguson! For, mark me, sirrah Dick, alone or in company I
+shall be at your elbow, nor will all Cutts's guards avail to save you!
+Do you mark me? Then d---- you, down on your knees! Down on your
+knees, you white-livered dog, and swear by the Gospels you will tell
+no living soul by tongue or pen that you have seen me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He pressed the cold steel muzzle to my temple and I knelt and swore.
+When it was done, he roared and jeered at me. &quot;You see, I have my
+oath!&quot; he cried, &quot;as well as Little Hooknose! And no non-jurors! Now
+say 'Down with King William!'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Louder! Louder!&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could only comply.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p113"><img src="images/p113.png" alt="p113"></a><br>
+HE PRESSED THE RING OF COLD STEEL</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Now, write it! Write it!&quot; he continued, thrusting a piece of paper
+under my nose, and slapping his huge hand upon it. &quot;I'll have it in
+black and white! Or write this--ha! ha! that will be better. Are you
+ready? Write, 'I hereby abjure my allegiance to Prince William.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said faintly, laying down the pen which I had taken up at his
+bidding. &quot;I will not write it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You <i>will</i> write it!&quot; he answered in a terrible tone. &quot;And within a
+very few seconds. Write it at once, sirrah! 'I hereby abjure my
+allegiance to Prince William!'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I wrote it with a shaking hand, after a glance at the pistol muzzle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And swear that I regard King James as my lawful sovereign. And I
+undertake to obey the rules of the St. Germain's Club, and to forward
+its interests. Good! Now sign it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did so.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Date it,&quot; cried the tyrant; and when I had done so he snatched the
+paper from me and flourished it in the air, &quot;There is my passport!&quot;
+quoth he, with an exultant laugh. &quot;When I am taken that will be taken,
+and when that is taken the worse for Mr. Richard Price if he is taken.
+He will taste of the hangman's lash. So! You are a clever fellow,
+Richard Price, but Robert Ferguson is your master, as he has been
+better men's!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man was so much in love with cruelty, that even when he had gained
+his point he could not bear to give up the pleasure of torturing me;
+and for half an hour he continued to flout and jeer at me, sometimes
+picturing my fate if the paper fell into the Secretary's hands, and
+sometimes threatening me with his pistol, and making sport of my
+alarm. At last, reluctantly, and after many warnings of what would
+happen to me if I informed, he took himself off; and I heard him go
+into the opposite rooms, and slam the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Be sure I was not long in securing mine after him! I was in a pitiable
+state of terror; shaking at thought of the man's return, and in an
+ague when I considered the power over me, which the paper I had signed
+gave him. I could hardly believe that, in so short a time, anything so
+dreadful had happened to me! Yet it were hard to say whether, with all
+my terror, I did not hate him more than I feared him; for though at
+one time my heart was water when I thought of betraying him, at
+another it glowed with rage and loathing, and to spite him, and to
+free myself from him, I would risk anything. And as I was not wanting
+in foresight, and could picture with little difficulty the slavery in
+which he would hold me from that day forward--and wherein his cruel
+spirit would delight--it was the latter mood that prevailed with me,
+and determined my action when morning came.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Reflecting that I could expect no mercy from him, but had little to
+fear from the Government, if I told my tale frankly, I determined at
+all risks to go to the Secretary. I would have done so, the moment I
+rose, the thought that at any moment he might burst in upon me keeping
+me in a cold sweat; but I was prudent enough to abide by my habits,
+and refrain from anticipating by a second the hour at which it was my
+custom to descend. I waited in the utmost trepidation, therefore,
+until half-past seven, when with a quaking heart, but a mind made up,
+I ventured down to the street.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was barely light, but the coffee-houses were open, and between
+early customers to these, and barbers passing with their curling
+tongs, and milkmen and hawkers plying morning wares, and apprentices
+setting out their masters' goods, the ways were full and noisy; so
+that I had no reason to fear pursuit, and in the hubbub gained courage
+the farther I left my oppressor behind me. Nevertheless, I took the
+precaution of going first to Mr. Brome's, opposite St. Dunstan's; and
+passing in there, as was my daily custom, lingered a little in the
+entry. When by this ruse I had made assurance doubly sure, I slipped
+out, and went through the crowded Strand to Whitehall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mr. Brome had a species of understanding with the Government; and on
+one occasion being ill, had made me his messenger to the Secretary's.
+I knew the place therefore, but none the less gave way to timidity
+when I saw the crowd of ushers, spies, tipstaves, and busybodies that
+hung about the door of the office, and took curious note of everyone
+who went in or out. My heart failed me at the sight, and I was already
+more than half inclined to go away, my business undone, when someone
+touched my sleeve, and I started and turned. A girl still in her
+teens, with a keen and pinched face, and a handkerchief neatly drawn
+over her head, handed a note to me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For me?&quot; I asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; said she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I took it on that and opened it, my hands shaking. But when I read the
+contents, which were these--&quot;Mr. Robert Ferguson's respects to the
+Secretary, and he has to-day changed his lodging. He will to-morrow be
+pleased to supply the bearer's character&quot;--I thought I should have
+fallen to the ground. Nor was my alarm the less for the reflection
+which immediately arose in my mind that the note had of necessity been
+written and despatched before I left Mr. Brome's door; and
+consequently before I had taken any step towards the execution of my
+design!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still, what I held was but a piece of paper bearing a message from a
+man proscribed, who dared not show his face where I stood. A word to
+the doorkeepers and I might even now go in and lay my information. But
+the man's omniscience cowed my spirit, terrified me, and broke me
+down. Assured after this, that whatever I did or wherever I went he
+would know and be warned in time, and I gain by my information nothing
+but the name of a gull or a cheat, I turned from the door. Then seeing
+that the girl waited, &quot;There is no answer,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you please to go to the gentleman?&quot; quoth she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My jaw dropped. &quot;God forbid!&quot; I said, beginning to tremble.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I think you had better,&quot; said she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And this time there was that in her voice roused doubts in me and made
+me waver--lest what I had done prove insufficient, and he betray me,
+though I refrained from informing. Sullenly, therefore, and after a
+moment's thought, I asked her where he was.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am not to tell you,&quot; she answered. &quot;You can come with me if you
+please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go on,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She cast a sharp glance at the group about the office, then turned,
+and walking rapidly north by Charing Cross led me through St. Martin's
+Lane and Bedford Bury to Covent Garden. Skirting this, she threaded
+Hart Street and Red Lion Court, and crossing Drury Lane conducted me
+into Lincoln's Inn Fields, where she turned sharply to the left and
+through Ralph Court to the Turnstile. Seeing that she lingered here
+and from time to time looked back, I fancied that we were near our
+destination; but starting afresh, she led me along Holborn and through
+Staple Inn. Presently it struck me that we were near Bride Lane, and I
+cried &quot;He is in my room?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; she said gravely, and without explanation. &quot;If he pleases you
+will find him there.&quot; And without more she signed to me to go on, and
+disappeared herself in the mouth of an alley by Green's Rents.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It did please him. When I entered with the air, doubtless, of a
+whipped hound, I found him sitting on my table swinging his legs and
+humming an air; and with so devilish a look of malice and triumph on
+his face as sent my heart into my boots. Notwithstanding, for a while
+it was his humour not to speak to me but to leer at me askance out of
+the corner of his eyes, and keep me on tenterhooks, expecting what he
+would say or do; and this he maintained until he had finished his
+tune, when with a grin he asked after his friend the Secretary.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Was it Trumball you saw, or the new Duke?&quot; said he; and when I did
+not answer he roared out an oath, and snatching up the pistol which
+lay on the table beside him, levelled it at me. &quot;Answer, will you? Do
+you think that I am to speak twice to such uncovenanted dirt as you?
+Whom did you see?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No one,&quot; I stammered, trembling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why not?&quot; he cried. &quot;And why not, you spawn of Satan?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I received your note,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, you received my note!&quot; he whimpered, dropping his voice and
+mocking my alarm. &quot;Your lordship received my note, did you? And if you
+had not got my note, you would have informed, would you? You would
+have informed and sent me to the gallows, would you? Answer! Answer,
+or----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes!&quot; I cried in an agony of terror; for he was bringing the pistol
+nearer and nearer to my face, while his finger toyed with the trigger,
+and at any moment might press it too sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So! And you tell me that to my face, do you?&quot; he answered, eyeing me
+so truculently, that I held up my hands and backed to the door. &quot;You
+dare tell me that, do you? Come here, sirrah!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I hesitated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come here!&quot; he cried. &quot;Or by ---- I will shoot you! For the last
+time, come here!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I went nearer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, but I would like to see you in the boot!&quot; he said. &quot;It would be
+the finest sight! It would not need a turn of the screw to make you
+cry out! And mind you,&quot; he continued, suddenly seizing my ear in his
+great hand, and twisting it until I screamed, &quot;in a boot of some kind
+or other I shall have you--if you play me false! Do yon understand,
+eh? Do you understand, you sheep in wolf's clothing?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes!&quot; I cried. &quot;Yes, yes!&quot; He had forced me to my knees, and brought
+his cruel sneering face close to mine.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well. Then get up--if you have learned your lesson. You have had
+one proof that I know more than others. Do not seek another. But,
+umph--where have I seen you before. Master Trembler?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said humbly, my spirit quite broken, that I did not know.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No?&quot; he answered, staring at me with his face puckered up. &quot;Yet
+somewhere I have. And some day I shall call it to mind. In the
+meantime--remember that you are my slave, my dog, my turnspit, to
+fetch or carry, cry or be merry at my will. You will sleep or wake, go
+or come as I bid you. And so long as you do that--Richard Price, you
+shall live. But on the day you play me false, or whisper my name to
+living soul--on that day, or within the week, you will hang! Do you
+hear, hang, you Erastian dog! Hang, and be carrion: with Ayloffe, and
+many another good man, that would stint me, and take no warning!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_14" href="#div1Ref_14">CHAPTER XIV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Alas, the secret subjection into which I fell from that day onwards,
+to a man who knew neither pity nor scruple--and wielded his power with
+the greater enjoyment and the less remorse for the piquant contrast it
+afforded to his position, as a proscribed and hunted traitor, in
+hiding for his life--exceeded all the anticipations of it which I had
+entertained. Having his favourite lodging in the rooms opposite mine,
+he was ready, when the cruel humour seized him, to sally forth and
+mock and torment me; while the privacy of his movements and the number
+of his disguises (whence it arose that I never knew until I saw him
+whether he was there or not) kept me in a state of suspense and misery
+well nigh intolerable. Yet such was the spell of fear under which he
+had contrived to lay me--he being a violent and dangerous man and I no
+soldier--and so crafty were the means, no less than the art, by which
+he gradually wound a chain about me, that in spite of my hatred I
+found resistance vain; and for a long time, and until a <i>deus ex
+machinâ</i>, as the ancients say, appeared on the scene, saw no resource
+but to bear the yoke and do his bidding.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had one principal mode of strengthening his hold upon me; which
+stood the higher in his favour, as besides effecting that object and
+rendering me serviceable, it amused him with the spectacle of my
+alarms. This consisted in the employing me in his treasonable designs:
+as by sending me with letters and messages to Sam's Coffeehouse, or to
+the Dog in Drury Lane, or to more private places where the Jacobites
+congregated; by making me a go-between to arrange meetings with those
+of his kidney who dared not stir abroad in daylight, and came and went
+between London and the coast of France under cover of night; or
+lastly, by using me to drop treasonable papers in the streets, or
+fetch the same from the secret press, in a court off St. James's,
+where they were printed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took especial delight in imposing this last task upon me, and in
+depicting, when I returned fresh from performing it, the penalties to
+which I had rendered myself liable. It may occur to some that when I
+passed through the streets with such papers in my hands I had an easy
+way out of my troubles; and could at any moment by conveying the
+letters to the Secretary's office procure the tyrant's arrest, and my
+own freedom. But besides the fact that his frequent change of lodging,
+his excellent information, and the legion of spies who served him,
+rendered it doubtful whether with the best will in the world the
+messengers would find him where I had left him, he frequently
+boasted--and the boast, if unfounded, added to my distrust of all with
+whom I came into contact--that the very tipsters and officers were in
+his pay, and that Cutts himself dared not arrest him! Besides, I more
+than suspected that often the letters he gave me were blank, and the
+errands harmless: and that the one and the other were feigned only for
+the purpose of trying me, or out of pure cruelty--to the end that when
+I returned he might describe with gusto the process of hanging,
+drawing, and quartering, and gloat over the horror with which I
+listened to his relation; a practice which he carried to such an
+extent as more than once to reduce me to tears of rage and anguish.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such was my life at home, where if my tyrant was not always at my
+elbow I was every hour obnoxious to his appearance; for early in our
+connection he forbade me to lock my door. Abroad I was scarcely more
+easy, seeing that, besides an impression I had that wherever I went I
+was dogged, there was scarcely an item of news which it fell to my lot
+to record that did not throw me into a panic. One day it would be Mr.
+Bear arrested on a charge of high treason, and in possession of I knew
+not what compromising letters: another, the suicide in the Temple of a
+gentleman to whom I myself had a week earlier taken a letter, and who
+had in my presence let fall expressions which led me to think him in
+the same evil case with me. Another day it would be an announcement
+that the Government had discovered a new Conspiracy; or that letters
+going for France had been seized in Romney Marshes; or that the
+Lancashire witnesses were speaking more candidly; or that Dr. Oates
+had been taken up and held to bail for a misdemeanour. All these and
+many other rumours punished me in turn; and filling my mind with the
+keenest apprehensions, must in a short time have rendered my life
+intolerable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As it was, Mr. Brome, within a month, saw so great a change in me that
+he would have me take a holiday; advising me to go afield either to my
+relations, or to some village on the Lea, to which neighbourhood Mr.
+Izaak Walton's book had given a reputation exceeding its deserts. He
+reinforced the advice with a gift of two guineas, that I might spend
+the month royally; then in a great hurry added an injunction that I
+should not waste the money. But I did worse; for I had the simple
+folly to tell the whole by way of protest and bitter complaint to my
+other master; who first with a grin took from me the two guineas, and
+then made himself merry over the increased time I could now place at
+his disposal.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And it is timely, Dick, it is timely,&quot; he said with ugly pleasantry.
+&quot;For, the good cause, the cause you love so dearly, Dick, is
+prospering. Another month and you and I know what will happen. Ha! ha!
+we know. In the meantime, work while it is day, Dick. Put your hand to
+the plough and look not back. If all were as forward as you, our necks
+would be in little peril, and we might see a rope without thinking of
+a cart.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Curse you!&quot; I cried, almost beside myself between disappointment, and
+the rage into which his fiendish teasing threw me. &quot;Cannot you keep
+your tongue off that? Is it not enough that you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have taught me to limp!&quot; quoth he winking hideously. &quot;Here's to
+Louis, James, Mary, and the Prince--L. I. M. P., my lad! Oh, we can
+talk the deealect. We have had good teachers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could have burst into tears. &quot;Some day you'll be caught!&quot; I cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot; he said with a grin. &quot;And what then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You'll be hanged! Hanged!&quot; I cried furiously. &quot;And God grant I may be
+there to see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will that,&quot; he answered with composure. &quot;Make your mind easy, my
+man, for, trust me, if I am in the first cart, you'll be in the
+second. That is my security, friend Dick. If I go, you go. Who carried
+to Mr. Warmaky's chambers the letters from France, I would like to
+know? And who---- But the cause!&quot; he continued, breaking off, &quot;the
+cause! To business, and no more havers. Here's work for you. You shall
+go, do you hear me, Richard, to Covent Garden to the Piazza there, in
+half an hour's time. It will be full dark then. You will see there a
+fine gentleman walking up and down, taking his tobacco, with a white
+handkerchief hanging from his pocket. You will give him that note, and
+say 'Roberts and Guiney are good men'--d'ye take it? 'Roberts and
+Guiney are good men,' say that, and no more, and come back to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I answered at first, being in a rage, and not liking this errand
+better than others I had done for him, that I would not--I would not,
+though he killed me. But he had a way with him that I could not long
+resist; and he presently cowed me, and sent me off.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had so far fallen into his sneaking habits that though it was dark
+night when I started, I went the farthest way round by Holborn, and
+the new fashionable quarter, Soho; and passing through King's Square
+itself, and before the late Duke of Monmouth's house--the sight of
+which did not lessen my distaste for my errand--I entered Covent
+Garden by James Street, which comes into the square between the two
+Piazzas. At the corner, I had to turn into the roadway to avoid
+a party of roisterers who had just issued from the Nag's Head
+coffee-house and were roaring for a coach; and being in the kennel,
+and observing under the Piazza and before the taverns more lights and
+link-boys than I liked, I continued along the gutter, dirty as it was
+(and always is in the neighbourhood of the market), until I was
+half-way across the square, where I could turn and reconnoitre at my
+leisure. Here for a moment, running my eye along the Piazza, which had
+its usual fringe of flower girls and mumpers, swearing porters and
+hackney coaches, I thought my man with the white handkerchief had not
+come; but shifting my gaze to the Little Piazza, which was darker and
+less frequented, I presently espied him walking to and fro under
+cover, with a cane in his hand and the air of a gentleman who had
+supped and was looking out for a pretty girl. He was a tall, stout
+man, wearing a large black peruke and a lace cravat and ruffles; and
+he carried a steel-hilted sword, and had somehow the bearing of one
+who had seen service abroad.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Satisfied that he was the person I wanted, I went to him; but stepping
+up to him a little hastily, I gave him a start, I suppose, for he
+backed from me and laid his hand on his hilt, rapping out an oath.
+However, a clearer view reassured him, and he cocked his hat, and
+swore at me again but in a different tone. &quot;Sir,&quot; said he very rudely,
+&quot;another time give a gentleman a wider berth, unless you want his cane
+about your shoulders!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For answer I merely pulled out the note I had and held it towards him,
+being accustomed to such errands and anxious only to do this one, and
+begone; the more as under the Great Piazza a number of persons were
+loitering, and among them link-boys and chairmen and the like who
+notice everything.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However he made no movement to take the letter, but only said, &quot;For
+me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From whom?&quot; said he, roughly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will learn that inside,&quot; I said. &quot;I was bidden only to say that
+Roberts and Guiney are good men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha!&quot; he exclaimed, &quot;why did you not say that before?&quot; and at that
+took the letter. On which, having done my part and not liking the
+neighbourhood, I was for going, and had actually made a half turn,
+when a man slighter than the first and taller, came out of the shadow
+behind him, and standing by his side, touched his hat to me. I
+stopped.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good evening, my lord,&quot; he said, addressing me with ceremony, and a
+sort of dignity. &quot;I little thought to see you here on this business.
+It is the best news I have had myself or have had to give to others
+this many a day. It shall be well represented, and the risk you
+run. And whatever be thought on this side, believe me, at St.
+Germain's----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; cried the first man, interrupting him at that, and rather
+sharply. I think he had been too much surprised to speak before. &quot;You
+are too hasty, sir,&quot; he continued. &quot;There must be a mistake here. The
+gentleman to whom you are speaking----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is no mistake. This gentleman and I are well acquainted,&quot; the
+other responded coolly, and in the tone of a man who knows what he is
+doing. And then to me, and with a different air, &quot;My lord, you may not
+wish to say your name aloud; that I can understand, and this is no
+very safe place for either of us. But if we could meet somewhere, say
+at----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush, sir,&quot; the man with the handkerchief cried, and this time almost
+angrily. &quot;There <i>is</i> a mistake here, and in a moment you will say too
+much, if you have not said it already. This gentleman--if he is a
+gentleman--brings a letter from R. F., and is no more of a lord, I'll
+be sworn, than I am!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From R. F.?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes; and therefore if he is the person you think him---- But come,
+sir,&quot; he continued, eyeing me angrily, &quot;what <i>is</i> your name? End
+this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did not wish to tell him, yet liked less to refuse. So I lied, and
+on the spur of the moment said, &quot;Charles Taylor,&quot; that being the name
+of a man who lived below me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The taller man struck one hand into the other. &quot;There! Charles!&quot; he
+cried, and looked at me smiling. &quot;I have an eye for faces, and if you
+are not----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nay, sir, I pray, be quiet,&quot; the man with the white handkerchief
+remonstrated. &quot;Or if you are so certain----&quot; and then he looked hard
+at me and frowned as if he began to feel a doubt. &quot;Step this way and
+tell me what you think. This gentleman will doubtless excuse us, and
+wait a moment, whether he be whom you think him or not.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was as uneasy and as unwilling to stay as could be; but the man's
+tone was resolute, and I saw that he was not a man to cross; so with
+an ill grace I consented, and the two drawing aside together into the
+deeper shadow under the Piazza, began to confer. This left me to kick
+my heels impatiently, and watch out of the corner of my eye the
+loiterers under the other Piazza, to learn if any observed us.
+Fortunately they were taken up with a quarrel which had just broken
+out between two hackney coachmen, and though a man came near me,
+bringing a woman, he had no eyes for me, and, calling a sedan-chair,
+went away again almost immediately.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was so engrossed with watching on that side and taking everyone who
+looked towards me for an informer, that it was with a kind of shock
+that I found my two friends had grown in the course of their
+conference to three; nor had I more than discovered this before the
+new comer left the other two and sauntered up to me. &quot;Oh, ah,&quot; he said
+carelessly, &quot;and who do you say that you----&quot; and there he stopped,
+staring in my face. And then, &quot;By heavens, it is!&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">By this time I was something astonished, and more amazed; and answered
+with spirit--though he was a hard-bitten man, with the look of a
+soldier or gamester, to whom ordinarily I should have given the
+wall--that I was merely a messenger, and knew nothing of the matter on
+which I was there, nor for whom they took me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His face, which for a second or more had blazed with excitement, fell
+suddenly; and when I had done speaking, he laughed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't you?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; said I. &quot;Not a groat!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So it seems,&quot; he said again, as if that settled the matter. &quot;Well,
+then what is your name?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Charles Taylor,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you come from that old rogue Ferg--R. F., I mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well then you can go back to him,&quot; he said, dismissing me with a nod.
+&quot;Or wait. Did you know that gentleman, my friend?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which?&quot; said I.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The tall one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not from Adam,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good! Then there is no need you should know him,&quot; he answered coolly.
+&quot;So, go. And do you tell that old fox to lie close. He was never in
+anything yet but he spoiled it. Tell him to lie close, and keep his
+bragging tongue quiet if he can. And now be off. I will explain to the
+gentlemen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I needed no second bidding, but before the words were well out of his
+mouth, had crossed the square, to the market side, where there were no
+lights; thence skirting the garden of Bedford House, I made my way
+into the Strand, and home by a pretty direct route. The farther I left
+the men behind me, however, the higher rose my curiosity; so that by
+the time I reached Bride Lane, and had climbed the stairs to my
+garret, I was agape to know more, and for once in my life, was glad to
+find the old plotter in my room. Nor was it without satisfaction, that
+to his eager question, &quot;You gave the note to the gentleman?&quot; I
+answered shortly that I had given it to three.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To three?&quot; he exclaimed, starting up in a sudden fury. &quot;You d----d
+cur, if you have betrayed me! What do you mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only that I did what you told me,&quot; I answered sullenly; at which he
+sat down again. &quot;I gave it to the gentleman; but he had two with
+him----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The more to hang him,&quot; he sneered, quickly recovering himself. &quot;And
+what did he say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very little. Nothing that I remember. But the two with him----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;One of them said, 'Tell the old fox'--or the rogue, for he called
+you both--'to lie close!' And he added,&quot; I continued, spite giving me
+courage, &quot;that you had hitherto spoiled everything you had been in,
+Mr. Ferguson.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I do not think that I ever saw a man in such a rage.
+Fortunately he did not turn it on me; but for two or three minutes he
+cursed and swore, bit things and foamed at the mouth, trampled on his
+wig and raged up and down, like nothing so much as a madman; while the
+imprecations he uttered against his enemies were so horrible I feared
+to stay with him. At length it seemed to occur to him that the man who
+could send such a message to him, Ferguson, the great Ferguson, the
+Ferguson with a thousand guineas on his head, must be a very great man
+indeed: which while it consoled him in some measure, excited his
+curiosity in another and inordinate degree. He hastened to put to me a
+number of questions, as, what were the two like? And did the one pay
+the other respect? And how were they dressed? And had either a ribbon
+or a star? And though in answer I could tell him no more than that the
+youngest was extremely tall and slight, under thirty, and of an easy
+carriage and bearing, and in appearance the leader, it was enough for
+him; he presently cried out that he had it, and slapped his thigh.
+&quot;Gad! It is Jamie Churchill!&quot; he cried. &quot;It's Berwick, stop my vitals!
+He had a villainous French accent, had he not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Something of the kind,&quot; I answered. Adding with as much of a sneer as
+I dared, &quot;If it was not a Scotch one, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He took the gibe and scowled at me--he spoke always like a Sawney, and
+could never pass for English; but in his pleasure at the discovery he
+had made he let the word pass. &quot;See, man!&quot; he said, &quot;there are fine
+times coming! It is like Monmouth's day over again. I'll warrant
+Hunt's, down in the Marshes, is like a penny ferry with their coming
+over. The fat is fairly in the fire now, and if we do not singe little
+Hooknose's wig for him, I'll hang for it! He is a better man than
+his father, is Jamie; ay, the very same figure of a man that his
+cold-blooded, grease-your-boots, and sell-you-for-a-groat uncle, John
+Churchill, was at his age! So Jamie is over! Well, well: and if we
+knew precisely where he was and where he lies nights--there are two
+ways about it! Ye-es! Ye-es!&quot; And the old rogue, falling first into a
+drawl and then into silence, looked at me slyly, and, unless I was
+mistaken, began to ruminate on a new treason; rubbing now one calf and
+now the other, and now dressing his ragged wig with his fingers, as he
+continued to smile at his wicked thoughts; so that, as he sat there,
+one leg over the other knee, he was the veriest baldheaded Judas to be
+conceived. In the meantime I watched him and hated him, and, I
+thought, read him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Whatever the scheme in his mind, however, and whether he was, as I
+expected, as ready to sell the Duke of Berwick as to plot with him, he
+said no more to me on the subject; but presently went to his own room.
+Thus left, I thought it high time to consider where I stood, being all
+of a tremble and twitter with what I had heard and seen; and I tossed
+through the night, fearfully sounding the depths in which I found
+myself, and striving to gain strength to battle with the stream that
+day by day was forcing me farther and farther from the land. I was no
+boy or fool, unaware of the danger of being mixed up with great men
+and great names; rather the ten years during which I had followed
+public affairs had presented me with only too many examples of the
+iron pot and clay pitcher. When, therefore, I slept at last, late in
+the evening, it was to dream of the sledge and Tyburn road and the
+Ordinary--who bore in my dream a marvellous likeness to Mr. Brome--and
+a wall of faces that lined the way and never ceased from St. Giles's
+Pound to the Edgeware Road.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such a dream, taken with my night's thoughts, left me eager to put in
+execution a plan I had more than once considered; which was to give up
+all, to fly from London, and hiding myself in some quiet place under
+another name, to live as I best might until Ferguson's capture, or a
+change in the state of affairs freed me from danger. At a distance
+from him I might even gain courage to inform against him; but this I
+left for future decision, the main thing now being to pack my clothes,
+secure about me the money I had saved, which amounted to thirty
+guineas, and escape from the town on foot or in a stage-wagon without
+any of his myrmidons being the wiser.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To adopt this course was to lose Mr. Brome's friendship and the
+livelihood which his employment provided; but such was the fear I had
+conceived of Ferguson's schemes and the perils they involved that I
+scarcely hesitated. Before noon, an hour which I thought least open to
+suspicion, I had engaged a porter and bidden him wait below, had made
+all my other arrangements, and in five minutes I should have been safe
+in the streets with my face set towards Kensington--when, at the last
+moment, there came a tap at my door and a voice asked if I was in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was not an hour at which Ferguson had ever troubled me, and
+trusting to this I had not been careful to hide the signs of removal
+which my room presented. For a moment I hung over my trunk,
+panic-stricken; then the door opened, and admitted the girl who
+had intervened once before--I mean at the door of the Secretary's
+office--and whom I had since noticed, but not often, going in at the
+opposite rooms.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She curtseyed demurely, standing in the doorway, and said that Mr.
+Smith--which was one of the names by which Ferguson went--had sent her
+to me with a message.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said, forcing myself to speak.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Would you please to wait on him this evening at eight,&quot; she answered.
+&quot;He wishes to speak with you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said again, helplessly assenting; and there was an end of my
+fine evasion. I took it for a warning, and my clothes from my mail;
+and going down paid the porter a groat, and received in return a dozen
+porter's oaths. And so dismissed him and my plan together.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_15" href="#div1Ref_15">CHAPTER XV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">It must be confessed that after that it was with a sore shrinking and
+foreboding of punishment I prepared to obey Mr. Ferguson's summons,
+and at the hour he had fixed knocked at his door. Hitherto he had
+always come to me; and even so and on my own ground I had suffered
+enough at his hands. What I had to expect, therefore, when entirely in
+his power I failed to guess, but on that account felt only the greater
+apprehension; so that it was with relief I recognised, firstly, as
+soon as I crossed the threshold, a peculiar neatness and cleanliness
+in the rooms, as if Ferguson at home were something different from
+Ferguson abroad; and secondly, that he was not alone, but entertained
+a visitor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Neither of these things, to be sure, altered his bearing towards me,
+or took from the brutality with which it was his humour to address me;
+but as his opening words announced that the visitor's business lay
+with me, they relieved me from my worst apprehension--namely, that I
+was to be called to account for the steps I had taken to escape; at
+the same time that they amused me with the hope of better treatment,
+since no man could deal with me worse than he had.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is your man!&quot; the plotter cried, lying back in his chair and
+pointing to me with the pipe he was smoking. &quot;Never was such a brave
+conspirator! Name a rope and he will sweat! For my part, I wish you
+joy of him. Here, you, sirrah,&quot; he continued, addressing me, &quot;this
+gentleman wishes to speak to you, and, mind you, you will do what he
+tells you, or----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But at that the gentleman cut him short with a deprecating gesture.
+&quot;Softly, Mr. Ferguson, softly!&quot; he said, and rose and bowed to me.
+Then I saw that he was the last comer of the three I had met in Covent
+Garden; and the one who had dismissed me. &quot;You go too fast,&quot; he went
+on, smiling, &quot;and give our friend here a wrong impression of me. Mr.
+Taylor, I----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But it was Ferguson's turn to take him up, which he did with a
+boisterous laugh. &quot;Ho! Taylor! Taylor!&quot; he cried in derision. &quot;No more
+Taylor than I am haberdasher! The man's name----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is whatever he pleases,&quot; the stranger struck in, with another bow. &quot;I
+neither ask it nor seek to know it. Such things between gentlemen and
+in these times are neither here nor there. It is enough and perhaps
+too much that I came to ask you to do me a favour and a service, Mr.
+Taylor, both of which are in your power.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He spoke with a politeness which went far to win me, and the farther
+for the contrast it afforded to Ferguson's violence. With his
+appearance I was not so greatly taken; finding in it, though he was
+dressed well enough, clearer signs of recklessness than of discretion,
+and plainer evidences of hard living than of charity or study. But
+perhaps the prayer of such a man, when he stoops to pray, is the more
+powerful. At any rate I was already half gained, when I answered;
+asking him timidly what I could do for him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pay a call with me,&quot; said he lightly. &quot;Neither more than that, nor
+less.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I asked him on whom we were to call.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On a lady,&quot; he answered, &quot;who lives at the other end of the town.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But can I be of any service?&quot; I said, feebly struggling against the
+inevitable.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You can,&quot; he answered. &quot;Of great service.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Devil a bit!&quot; said Ferguson testily, and stared derision at me out of
+a cloud of smoke. It occurred to me then that he was not quite sober,
+and further that he was no more in the secret of the service than I
+was. &quot;Devil a bit!&quot; said he again, and more offensively.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will let me judge of that,&quot; said the gentleman, and he turned to
+the table. &quot;Will you mind changing the clothes you wear for these?&quot; he
+said to me with a pleasant air. On which I saw that he had on the
+table by his hand a suit of fine silk velvet clothes, and surmounted
+by a grand dress peruque, with a laced steinkirk and ruffles to match.
+&quot;Pardon the impertinence,&quot; he continued, shrugging his shoulders as if
+the matter were a very slight one, while I stared in amazement at this
+new turn. &quot;It is only that I think you will aid me the better in
+these. And after all, what is a change of clothes?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Naturally I looked at the things in wonder. I had never worn clothes
+of the kind. &quot;Do you want me to put them on?&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; he answered, smiling. &quot;Will you do it on the faith that it will
+serve me, and trust to me to explain later?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If there is no danger in--in the business,&quot; I said reluctantly, &quot;I
+suppose I must.&quot; As a fact, whatever he asked me, with Ferguson beside
+him, I should have to do, so great was my fear of that man.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is no danger,&quot; he replied. &quot;I will answer for it. I shall
+accompany you and return with you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that, and though I did not comprehend in the least degree what was
+required of me, I consented, and took the clothes at the stranger's
+bidding into the next room, where I put off mine and put these on; and
+presently, seeing myself in a little square of glass that hung against
+the wall, scarcely knew myself in a grand suit of blue velvet slashed
+and laced with pearl-colour, a dress peruque and lace ruffles and
+cravat. Being unable to tie the cravat, I went back into the room with
+it in my hand; where I found not only the two I had left but the girl
+who had summoned me that morning. The two men greeted the change in me
+with oaths of surprise; the girl, who stood in the background, with an
+open-eyed stare; but for a moment and until the stranger had tied the
+cravat for me, nothing was said that I understood. Then Mr. Ferguson
+getting up and walking round me with a candle, gazing at me from top
+to toe, the other asked him in a voice of some amusement if he knew
+now who I was.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A daw in jay's feathers!&quot; said he, scornfully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you do not know him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not I--except for the silly fool he is!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then you do not know--well, someone you ought to know!&quot; the stranger
+answered dryly. &quot;You are getting old, Mr. Ferguson.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My master cursed his impudence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am afraid that you do not keep abreast of the rising generation,&quot;
+the other continued, coolly eyeing the rage his words excited. &quot;And
+for your Shaftesburys, and Monmouths, and Ludlows, and the old gang,
+they don't count for much now. You must look about you, Mr. Ferguson;
+you must look about you and open your eyes, and learn new tricks, or
+before you know it you will find yourself on the shelf.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It would be difficult to exaggerate the fury into which this threw my
+master; he raved, stamped, and swore, and finally, having recourse to
+his old trick, tore off his wig, flung it on the ground, and stamped
+on it. &quot;There!&quot; he cried, with horrible imprecations, the more
+horrible for the bald ugliness of the man, &quot;and that is what I will do
+to you--by-and-by, Mr. Smith. On the shelf, am I? And need new tricks?
+Hark you, sir, I am not so much on the shelf that I cannot spoil your
+game, whatever it is. And G-- d-- me but I will!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mr. Smith, listening, cool and dark-faced, shrugged his shoulders; but
+for all his seeming indifference, kept a wary eye on the plotter.
+&quot;Tut--tut, Mr. Ferguson, you are angry with me,&quot; he said. &quot;And say
+things you do not mean. Besides, you don't know----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Know?&quot; the other shrieked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just so, know what my game is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know this!&quot; Ferguson retorted, dropping his voice on a sudden to a
+baleful whisper, &quot;Who is here, and where he lies, Mr. Smith. And----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So do Tom, Dick, and Harry,&quot; the other answered, shrugging his
+shoulders contemptuously; and then to me, &quot;Mr. Taylor,&quot; he continued
+with politeness, &quot;I think we will be going. Light the door, my dear.
+That is it. I have a coach below, and--good-night, Mr. Ferguson,
+good-night to you. I'll tell Sir George I have seen you. And do you
+think over my advice.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that my master broke out afresh, cursing the other's impudence, and
+frantically swearing to be even with him; but I lost what he said, in
+a sudden consternation that seized me, as I crossed the threshold; a
+kind of shiver, which came over me at the prospect of the night, and
+the dark coach ride, and the uncertainty of this new adventure. The
+lights in the room, and Mr. Smith's politeness, had given me a courage
+which the dark staircase dissipated; and but for the hold which my new
+employer, perhaps unconsciously, laid on my arm, I think I should have
+stood back and refused to go. Under his gentle compulsion, however, I
+went down and took my seat in the coach that awaited us; and my
+companion following me and closing the door, someone unseen raised the
+steps, and in a moment we were jolting out of Bride Lane, and turned
+in the direction of the Strand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">More than this I could not distinguish with all my curiosity, and look
+out as I might; for Mr. Smith muttering something I did not catch,
+drew the curtain over the window on my side, and, for the other,
+interposed himself so continually and skilfully between it and my
+eyes, that the coach turning two or three corners, in a few minutes I
+was quite ignorant where we were, or whether we still held a westward
+direction. A hundred notions of footpads, abductions, Mr. Thynne, and
+the like passed through my mind while the coach rumbled on, and
+rumbled on, and rumbled on endlessly; nor was the fact that we
+appeared to avoid the business parts of the town, and chose unlighted
+ways, calculated to steady my nerves. At length, and while I still
+debated whether I wished this suspense at an end, or feared more what
+was to follow, the coach stopped with a jerk, which almost threw me
+out of my seat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We are there,&quot; said my companion, who had been some time silent. &quot;I
+must trouble you to descend, Mr. Taylor. And have no fears. The matter
+in hand is very simple. Only be good enough to follow me closely, and
+quickly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And without releasing my arm he hurried me out of the coach, and
+through a door in a wall. This admitted us only to a garden; and that
+so dark, and so completely obscured by high walls and the branches of
+trees, which showed faintly overhead, feathering against the sky, that
+but for the guidance of his hand, I must have stood, unable to
+proceed. Such an overture was far from abating my fears; nor had I
+expected this sudden plunge into a solitude, which seemed the more
+chilling, as we stood in London, and had a little while before passed
+from the hum of the Strand. I tried to consider where we could be, and
+the possibilities of retreat; but my conductor left me little room for
+indecision. Still holding my arm, he led me down a walk, and to a
+door, which opened as we approached. A flood of light poured out and
+fell on the pale green of the surrounding trees; the next moment I
+stood in a small, bare lobby or ante-room, and heard the door chained
+behind me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My eyes dazzled by a lamp, I saw no more at first than that the person
+who held it, and had admitted us, was a woman. But on her setting down
+the lamp, and proceeding to look me up and down deliberately, the
+while Mr. Smith stood by, as if he had brought me for this and no
+other, I took uneasy note of her. She appeared to be verging on forty
+but was still handsome after a coarse and full-blown fashion, with
+lips over-full and cheeks too red; her dark hair still kept its
+colour, and the remains of a great vivacity still lurked in her gloomy
+eyes. Her dress, of an untidy richness worn and tarnished, and
+ill-fastened at the neck, was no mean match for her face; and led me
+to think her--and therein I was right--the waiting-woman of some great
+lady. Perhaps I should, if let alone, have come something nearer the
+truth than this, and quite home; but Mr. Smith cut short my
+observations by falling upon her in a tone of anger, &quot;Hang it, madam,
+if you are not satisfied,&quot; he cried, &quot;I can only tell you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who said I was not satisfied?&quot; she answered, still surveying me with
+the utmost coolness. &quot;But----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I cannot help thinking---- What is your name, sir, if you please?&quot;
+This to me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Taylor,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Taylor? Taylor?&quot; She repeated the name as if uncertain. &quot;I remember
+no Taylor; and yet----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You remember? You remember? You know very well whom you remember!&quot;
+Mr. Smith cried, impatiently. &quot;It is the likeness you are thinking of!
+Why, it is as plain, woman, as the nose on his face. It is so plain
+that if I had brought him in by the front door----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And kept his mouth shut!&quot; She interposed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No one would have been the wiser.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; she said, grudgingly, and eyeing me with her head aside, &quot;it
+is near enough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is the thing!&quot; he cried, with an oath.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As a Chelsea orange is a China orange!&quot; she answered, contemptuously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that he looked at her in a sort of dark fury, precisely, so it
+seemed to me, as Ferguson had looked at him an hour before. &quot;By
+heaven, you vixen,&quot; he cried in the end, surprise and rage contending
+in his tone, &quot;I believe you love him still!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her back being towards me I did not see her face, but the venom in her
+tone when she answered, made my blood creep. &quot;Well,&quot; she said, slowly,
+&quot;and if I do? Much good may it do him!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ambiguous as were the words--but not the tone--the man shrugged his
+shoulders. &quot;Then what are we waiting for?&quot; he asked, irritably.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Madam's pleasure,&quot; she answered. And I could see that she loved to
+baulk him. However, her pleasure was, this time, short-lived, for at
+that moment a little bell tinkled in a distant room, and she took up
+the lamp. &quot;Come,&quot; she said. &quot;And do you, sir,&quot; she continued, turning
+to me and speaking sharply, &quot;hold up your head and look as if you
+could cut your own food. You are going to see an old woman. Do you
+think that she will eat you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I let the gibe pass, and wondering of whom and what it was she
+reminded me, whenever she spoke, I followed her up a short dark flight
+of stairs to a second ante-room, or closet, situate, as far as I could
+judge, over the other. It was hung with dull, faded tapestry and
+smelled close, as if seldom used and more seldom aired. Setting down
+the lamp on a little side-table whereon a crumpled domino, a couple of
+masks, and an empty perfume bottle already lay, she bade us in a low
+voice wait for her and be silent; and enforcing the last order by
+placing her finger on her lip, she glided quietly out through a door
+so skilfully masked by the tapestry as to seem one of the walls.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Left alone with Mr. Smith, who seated himself on the table, I had
+leisure to take note of the closet. Remarking that the wall at one end
+was partly hidden by a couple of curtains, between which a bare
+bracket stood out from the wall, I concluded that the place had been a
+secret oratory and had witnessed many a clandestine mass. I might have
+carried my observations farther; but they were cut short at this point
+by the return of the woman, who nodding, in silence, held the door
+open for us to pass.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_16" href="#div1Ref_16">CHAPTER XVI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">The first to enter, and prepared for many things--among which the
+gloomy surroundings of an ascetic, devoted to the dark usages of
+the old faith, held the first place in probability--I halted in
+surprise on the threshold of a lofty and splendid room suffused with
+rose-tinted light, and furnished with a luxury to which I had been
+hitherto a stranger. The walls, hung with gorgeous French tapestry,
+presented a succession of palaces and hunting scenes, interspersed
+with birds of strange and tropical plumage; between which and the eyes
+were scattered a profusion of Japanese screens, cabinets, and tables,
+with some of those quaint Dutch idols, brought from the East, which,
+new to me, were beginning at this time to take the public taste.
+Embracing the upper half of the room, and also a <i>ruelle</i>, in which
+stood a stately bed with pillars of silver, a circle of stronger
+light, dispersed by lamps cunningly hidden in the ceiling, fell on a
+suite of furniture of rose brocade and silver; in the great chair of
+which, with her feet on a foot-stool set upon the open hearth, sat an
+elderly lady, leaning on an ebony stick. A monkey mowed and gibbered
+on the back of her chair; and a parrot, vieing in brilliance with the
+broidered birds on the wall, hung by its claws from a ring above her
+head.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor was the lady herself unworthy of the splendour of her
+surroundings. It is true, her face and piled-up hair, painted and dyed
+into an extravagant caricature of youth, aped the graces of sixteen,
+and at the first glance touched the note of the grotesque rather than
+the beautiful; but it needed only a second look to convince me that
+with all that she on whom I looked was a great lady of the world, so
+still she sat, and so proud and dark was the gaze she bent on me over
+her clasped hands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At first, it seemed to me, she gazed like one who, feeling a great
+surprise, has learned to hide that and all other emotions. But
+presently, &quot;Come in, booby,&quot; she cried, in a voice petulant and
+cracking with age. &quot;Does a woman frighten you? Come nearer, I say. Ay,
+I have seen your double. But the lamp has gone out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman who had admitted me rustled forward. &quot;It has sunk a little
+perhaps, madam,&quot; she said in a smooth voice. &quot;But I----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p142"><img src="images/p142.png" alt="p142"></a><br>
+IN THE GREAT CHAIR SAT AN ELDERLY LADY LEANING ON AN
+EBONY STICK</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But you are a fool,&quot; the lady cried. &quot;I meant the lamp in the man,
+silly. Do you think that anyone who has ever seen him would take that
+block of wood for my son? Give him a brain, and light a fire in him,
+and spark up those oyster eyes, and----turn him round, turn him round,
+woman!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Turn,&quot; Smith muttered, in a fierce whisper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay,&quot; the lady cried, as I went to obey, &quot;see his back, and he is like
+enough!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And perhaps, madam, strangers----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Strangers? They'd be strange, indeed, man, to be taken in by him! But
+walk him, walk him. Do you hear, fellow,&quot; she continued, nodding
+peevishly at me, &quot;hold up your head, and cross the room like a man if
+you are one. Do you think the small-pox is in the air that you fear
+it! Ha! That is better. And what is your name, I wonder, that you have
+that nose and mouth, and that turn of the chin?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Charles Taylor,&quot; I made bold to answer, though her eyes went through
+me, and killed the courage in me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, Charles, that is like enough,&quot; she replied. &quot;And Taylor, that was
+your mother's. It is a waiting-woman's name. But who was your father,
+my man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Charles Taylor too,&quot; I stammered, falling deeper and deeper into the
+lie.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Odds my eyes, no!&quot; she retorted with an ugly grin, and shook her
+piled-up head at me, &quot;and you know it! Come nearer!&quot; and then when I
+obeyed, &quot;take that for your lie!&quot; she cried; and, leaning forward with
+an activity I did not suspect, she aimed a blow at me with her ebony
+cane, and, catching me smartly across the shins, made me jump again.
+&quot;That is for lying, my man,&quot; she continued with satisfaction, as I
+stooped ruefully to rub myself. &quot;Before now I have had a man stopped
+and killed in the street for less. Ay, that have I! and a prettier man
+than you, and a gentleman! And now walk! walk!&quot; she repeated, tapping
+the floor imperiously, &quot;and fancy that you have money in your purse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I obeyed. But naturally the smart of the cane did not tend to set me
+at my ease, or abate my awe of the old witch; and left to myself I
+should have made a poor show. Both the man and the woman, however,
+prompted and drilled me with stealthy eagerness, and whispering me
+continually to do this and that, to hold up my chin, to lay back my
+shoulders, to shake out my handkerchief, to point my toes, I suppose I
+came off better in this strange exhibition than might have been
+expected. For by-and-by, the lady, who never ceased to watch me with
+sharp eyes, grunted and bade me stand. &quot;He might pass,&quot; she said,
+&quot;among fools, and with his mouth shut! But odds my life,&quot; she
+continued, irritably, &quot;God have mercy on us that there should be need
+of all this! Is there no royalty left in the world, that my son, of
+all people, should turn traitor to his lawful King, and spit on his
+father's faith? Sometimes I could curse him. And you, woman,&quot; she
+cried with sudden fierceness, &quot;you cajoled him once. Can you do
+nothing now, you Jezebel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the woman she addressed stood stiffly upright, looking before her,
+and answered nothing; and the mistress, with a smothered curse, turned
+to the man. &quot;Well,&quot; she said, &quot;have you nothing to say?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Only, madam, what I said before,&quot; he answered smoothly and gravely;
+&quot;my lord's secession is no longer in issue. The question is how he may
+be brought back into the path of loyalty. To be frank, he is not of
+the stuff of those, whom your ladyship knows, who will readily lick
+both sides of the trencher. And so, without some little pressure, he
+will not be brought back. But were he once committed to the good
+cause, either by an indiscretion on his own part, if he could be
+induced to that----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which he cannot, man, he cannot,&quot; she struck in impatiently. &quot;He made
+one slip, and he will make no second.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True, madam,&quot; the man answered. &quot;Then there remains only the way
+which does not depend on him; and which I before indicated; some ruse
+which may lead both the friends and enemies of the good cause to think
+him committed to it. Afterwards, this opinion being brought to his
+notice, and with it, the possibility of clearing himself to the
+satisfaction both of St. Germain's and St. James's, he would, I think,
+come over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Tis a long way round,&quot; said madam, dryly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is a long way to Rome, madam,&quot; said the man, with meaning in his
+voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She nodded and shifted uneasily in her seat. &quot;You think that the one
+means the other?&quot; she said at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do, madam. But there is a new point, which has just arisen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A new point! What?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is a design, and it presses,&quot; the man answered in a low voice,
+and as if he chose his words with care. &quot;It will be executed within
+the month. If it succeed, and my lord be still where he is, and
+unreconciled, I know no head will fall so certainly. Not Lord
+Middleton's influence, no, nor yours, my lady, will save him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What, and my Lord Marlborough escape?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, madam, for he has made his peace, and proved his sincerity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I believe it,&quot; she said, grimly. &quot;He is the devil. And his wife is
+like unto him. But there's Sidney Godolphin--what of him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has made his peace, madam.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Russell?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The same, madam, and given proofs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But, odds my soul, sir,&quot; she cried, sharply and pettishly, &quot;if
+everybody is of one mind, where does it stick that the king does not
+come over?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On a life, madam,&quot; Smith answered, letting each word fall slowly, as
+if it were a jewel. &quot;One life intervenes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha!&quot; she said, sitting up and looking straight before her. &quot;Sits the
+wind in that quarter? Well, I thought so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And therefore time presses.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Still, man,&quot; she said, &quot;our family has done much for the throne; and
+his Gracious Majesty has----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Has many virtues, my lady, but he is not forgiving,&quot; quoth the
+tempter, coolly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that she sighed, and deeply; and I, hearing the sigh, and seeing
+how uneasily she moved in her chair, comprehended that in old age the
+passions, however strong they may have been in youth, become slaves to
+help others to their aims; ay, and I comprehended also that, sharply
+as she had just rated both the man and the woman, and great lady as
+she was, and arrogant as had been her life--whereof evidence more than
+enough was to be found in every glance of her eye and tone of her
+voice--she was now being pushed and pushed and pushed, into that to
+which she was but half inclined. But half inclined, I repeat; and yet
+the battle was over, and she persuaded. I think, but I am not quite
+sure, that some assenting word had actually fallen from her--or she
+was in the act of speaking one--when a gentle knock at the door cut
+short our conference. Mr. Smith raised his hand in warning, and the
+woman, gliding to the door, opened it, and after speaking a word to
+someone without, returned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My lord is below,&quot; said she.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was strange to see how madam's face changed at that; and how, on
+the instant, eagerness took the place of fatigue, and hope of <i>ennui</i>.
+There was no question now of withstanding her; or of any other giving
+orders. The parrot must be removed, because he did not like it; and we
+fared no better. &quot;Let him up,&quot; she cried, peremptorily, striking her
+stick on the floor; &quot;let him up. And do you, Monterey,&quot; she continued
+to the woman, &quot;begone, and quickly. It irks him to see you. And,
+Smith, to-morrow! Do you hear me? come to-morrow, and I will talk. And
+take away that oaf! Ugh, out with him! My lord must not be kept
+waiting for such <i>canaille</i>. To-morrow! to-morrow!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_17" href="#div1Ref_17">CHAPTER XVII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Truth to tell, I desired nothing so much as to be gone and be out of
+this imbroglio; and the woman, whom madam had called Monterey,
+twitching my sleeve and whispering me, I followed her, and slipped out
+as quickly as I could through the door by which we had entered. Even
+so we were not a moment too soon, if I was to retreat unseen. For as
+the curtain dropped behind me I heard a man's voice in the room I had
+left, and the woman with me chancing to have the lamp, which she had
+lifted from the table, in her hand at the instant--so that the light
+fell brightly on her face--I was witness of an extraordinary change
+which passed over her features. She grew rigid with rage--rage, I took
+it to be--and stood listening with distended eyes, in perfect
+forgetfulness of my presence; until, seeming at last to remember me,
+she glanced from me to the curtain and from the curtain to me in a
+kind of frantic uncertainty; being manifestly torn in two between the
+desire to hear what passed, and the desire to see me out that I might
+not hear. But as, to effect the latter she must sacrifice the former,
+it did not require a sage to predict which impulse, curiosity incited
+by hatred or mere prudence, would prevail with a woman. And as the
+sage would have predicted so it happened; after making an abortive
+movement as if she would place the lamp in my hands, she stealthily
+laid it on the table beside her, and making me a sign to wait and be
+silent, bent eagerly to listen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I fancy that it was the mention of her own name turned the scale; for
+that was the first word that caught my ear, and who that was a woman
+would not listen, being mentioned? The speaker was her mistress, and
+the words &quot;What, Monterey?&quot; uttered in a voice a little sharp and
+raised, were as clearly heard as if we had been in the room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, madam,&quot; came the answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; my lady replied with a chuckle, &quot;I do not think that you are
+the person who ought to----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Object? Perhaps not, my lady mother,&quot; came the answer. The speaker's
+tone was one of grave yet kindly remonstrance; the voice quite strange
+to me. &quot;But that is precisely why I do,&quot; he continued. &quot;I cannot think
+it wise or fitting that you should keep her about you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You kept her long enough about you!&quot; madam answered, in a tone
+between vexation and raillery.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I own it; and I am not proud of it,&quot; the new-comer rejoined. Whereat,
+though I was careful not to look at the woman listening beside me, I
+saw the veins in one of her hands which was under my eyes swell with
+the rage in her, and the nail of the thumb grow white with the
+pressure she was placing on the table to keep herself still. &quot;I am
+very far from proud of it,&quot; the speaker continued, &quot;and for the matter
+of that----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You were always a bit of a Puritan, Charles,&quot; my lady cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It may be.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am sure I do not know where you get it from,&quot; madam continued
+irritably, stirring in her chair--I heard it crack, and her voice told
+the rest. &quot;Not from me, I'll swear!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I never accused you, madam.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That answer seemed to please her, for on the instant she went off into
+such a fit of laughter as fairly choked her. When she had a little
+recovered from the paroxysm of coughing that followed this, &quot;You can
+be more amusing than you think, Charles,&quot; she said. &quot;If your father
+had had a spark of your humour----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thought that it was agreed between us that we should not talk of
+him,&quot; the man said gravely, and with a slight suspicion of sternness
+in his voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, if you are on your high horse!&quot; madam answered, &quot;the devil take
+you! But, there, I am sure that I do not want to talk of him, poor
+man. He was dull enough. Let us talk of something livelier, let us
+talk of Monterey instead; what is amiss with her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do not think that she is a fit person to be about you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not? She is married now,&quot; my lady retorted. &quot;D'ye know that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, I heard some time ago that she was married; to Mr. Bridges'
+steward at Kingston.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Matthew Smith?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who recommended <i>him</i> to my husband, I should like to know?&quot;
+madam answered in a tone of malice. &quot;Why, you, my friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is possible. I remember something of the kind.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who recommended him to you? Why, she did: in the days when you
+did not warn people against her.&quot; And madam chuckled wickedly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is possible,&quot; he answered, &quot;but the matter is twelve years old,
+and more; and I do not want to----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go back to it,&quot; madam cried sharply. &quot;I can quite understand that.
+Nor to have Monterey about to remind you of it--and of your wild
+oats.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perhaps, Mr. Square-Toes? You know it is the case!&quot; was the vivid
+answer. &quot;For otherwise, as I like the woman, and now, at all events,
+she is married--what is against her?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do not trust her,&quot; was the measured answer. &quot;And, madam, in these
+days people are more strait-laced than they were; it is not fitting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That for people!&quot; my lady cried with a reckless good humour that
+would have been striking in one half her age. &quot;People! Odds my life,
+when did I care for people? But come, I will make a bargain with you.
+Tit for tat. A Roland for your Oliver! If you will give me your Anne I
+will give you my Monterey.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My Anne?&quot; he exclaimed, in a tone of complete bewilderment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Anne! Come, my Monterey for your Anne!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was silence for a moment, and then &quot;I do not at all understand
+you,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't you? I think you do,&quot; she answered lightly. &quot;Look you,</p>
+<div class="poem2">
+<p class="t0" style="text-indent:-6pt">'When William king is William king no more.'</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="continue">Now, you understand?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I understand, my lady, that you are saying things which are not
+fitting for me to hear,&quot; the man answered, in a tone of cold
+displeasure. &quot;The King, thank God, is well. When he ails, it will be
+time to talk of his succession.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It will be a little late then,&quot; she retorted. &quot;In the meantime, and
+to please me----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He raised his hand in protest. &quot;Anything else,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have not yet heard what I propose,&quot; she cried, her voice shrill
+with anger. &quot;It is a trifle, and to please me you might well do it.
+Set your hand to a note which I will see delivered in the proper
+quarter; promising nothing in the Prince's life-time--there! but only
+that in the event of his death you will support a Restoration.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I cannot do it,&quot; he answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Cannot do it?&quot; she rejoined with heat. &quot;Why not? You have done as
+much before.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It maybe: and been forgiven for it by the best master man ever had!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who feels nothing, forgives easily,&quot; she sneered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But not twice,&quot; he said gravely. &quot;The King----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which King?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The only King I acknowledge,&quot; he answered, unmoved. &quot;Who knows,
+believe me, so much more than you give him credit for, that it were
+well if your friends bethought them of that before it be too late. He
+has winked at much and forgiven more--no one knows it better than
+I--but he is not blinded; and there is a point, madam, beyond which he
+can be as steadfast to punish as your King. If Sir John Fenwick,
+therefore, who I know well, is in England----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But at that she cut him short, carried away by a passion, which she
+had curbed as long as it was in her impetuous nature to curb anything.
+&quot;Odds my life!&quot; she cried, and at the sound of her voice uplifted in a
+shriek of anger, the woman listening beside me raised her face to
+mine, and smiled cruelly--&quot;Odds my life, your King and my King! Kings
+indeed! Why, mannikin, how many Kings do you think there are! By G--d,
+Master Charles, you will learn one of these days that there is but one
+King, sent by God, one King and no more, and that his yea and nay are
+life and death! You fool, you! I tell you, you are trembling on the
+edge, you are tottering! A day, a week, a month, at most, and you
+fall--unless you clutch at the chance of safety I offer you! Sign the
+note! Sign the note, man! No one but the King and Middleton shall know
+of it; and when the day comes, as come it will, it shall avail you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Never, madam,&quot; was the cold and unmoved answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So much I heard and my lady's oath and volley of abuse; but in the
+midst of this, and while she still raged, my companion, satisfied I
+suppose with what she had learned, and assured that her lady would not
+get her way, twitched my sleeve, and softly taking up the lamp, signed
+to me to go before her. I obeyed nothing loth, and regaining the small
+ante-room by which I had entered, found the man Smith awaiting us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When they had whispered together, &quot;I'll see you home, Mr. Taylor,&quot;
+said he, somewhat grimly. &quot;And to-morrow I will call and talk
+business. What we want you to do is a very simple matter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is simply that my lady's son is a fool!&quot; the woman cried,
+snappishly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; he said, smiling, &quot;I should hardly call my Lord Shrewsbury
+that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman screamed and clapped her hand to his mouth. &quot;You babbling
+idiot!&quot; she cried, in a passion. &quot;You have let it out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He stood gaping. &quot;Good lord!&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have let it out with a vengeance now!&quot; she repeated, furiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked foolish; and at last, &quot;He did not hear,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hear? He heard, unless he is deaf!&quot; she retorted. &quot;You may lay your
+account with that. For me, I'll leave you. You have done the mischief
+and may mend it.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_18" href="#div1Ref_18">CHAPTER XVIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">But as the spoken word has sometimes the permanence which proverbs
+attach to the <i>Littera scripta</i>, and is only confirmed by bungling
+essays to erase it, so it was in this case; Mr. Smith's endeavours to
+explain away the fact which he had carelessly blabbed only serving to
+impress it the more deeply on my memory. It would seem that he was
+partly aware of this; for not only did his attempts lack the dexterity
+which I should have expected from one whose features augured much
+experience of the world, but he quickly gave up the attempt as labour
+in vain, and gruffly bidding me go before to the coach, followed me
+and took his seat beside me. We rumbled away. The night was overcast,
+the neighbourhood seemed to be rural; and, starting from an unknown
+point, I had less chance than before of tracing the devious lanes and
+streets through which we drove; so that when the coach presently
+stopped in a part of the town more frequented, I had not the least
+idea where we were, or where we had been.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You can get home from here,&quot; said he, still ruffled, and scarce able
+to speak to me civilly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then I saw, as I went to descend, that we were near the end of
+Holborn, in the Tyburn Road, where it grows to country. &quot;I will see
+you to-morrow,&quot; he cried. &quot;And, mind you, in the meantime, the less
+you say to Ferguson the better, my man!&quot; With which the coach drove
+away towards Kensington, leaving me standing against the wall of St.
+Giles's Pound.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus released, alone, and free to consider what had happened to me, I
+found a difficulty in tracing where I had been, but none in following
+the drift of the strange scene and stranger conversation at which I
+had been present. Even the plans of those who had conveyed me to that
+place were transparent. It needed no Solomon to discern that in the
+man Smith and the woman Monterey the young lord had two foes in his
+mother's household, as dangerous as foes could be; the woman moved, as
+I conjectured, by that <i>spretæ injuria formæ</i>, of which the great
+Roman poet speaks, and the man by I know not what old wrong or
+jealousy. It was plain that these two, to obtain their ends, were
+urging on the mother a most perilous policy: that, I mean, of
+committing the son to the Jacobite Court, that so he might be cut off
+from St. James's; moreover, that, as he could not be induced, in
+<i>propriâ persona</i>, to such a treasonable step as would serve their
+ends, advantage was to be taken of some likeness that I bore to him
+(which Smith had observed the previous evening in Covent Garden) to
+personate him in a place or company where his presence would be
+conclusive both for and against him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could believe that the mother contemplated but vaguely the power
+over him which the incident would give her; and dreamed of using it
+only in the last resort; rather amusing herself in the present with
+the thought that short of this, and without bringing the deception to
+his notice, the effect she desired would be produced--since he would
+be held at St. Germain's to be well affected, and at St. James's the
+matter would not be known. So, in his own despite, and without his
+knowledge, he could be reconciled to the one court, while remaining
+faithful to the other!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But, as in the mass of conspiracies--and this was especially true of
+the conspiracies of that age--the acute eye can detect the existence
+of an inner and outer ring of conspirators, whereof the latter are
+commonly the dupes of the former, so I took it that here Smith and the
+woman meditated other and more serious results than those which my
+lady foresaw; and, thinking less of my lord's safety in the event of a
+Restoration than of punishing him or obtaining a hold upon him--and
+more of private revenge than of the Good Cause--had madam for their
+principal tool. Such a consideration, while it increased my reluctance
+to be mixed up with a matter so two-faced, left me to think whether I
+should not seek out the victim, and by an early information, gain his
+favour and protection.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I stood in the darkness of the street doubtful, and weighing the
+matter. Clearly, if I had to do the thing, now was the time, before I
+saw Smith, or exposed myself to an urgency which in spite of his
+politeness might, I fancied, be of a kind difficult to resist. If by
+going straight to Lord Shrewsbury I could kill two birds with one
+stone--could at once free myself from the gang of plotters under whom
+I suffered, and secure for the future a valuable patron--here was a
+chance in a hundred, and I should be foolish to hesitate.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor did I do so long. True, it stuck me a little that I knew nothing
+of my Lord Shrewsbury's whereabouts in London; nor whether he lived in
+town, or in the great house among the lanes and gardens which I had
+visited, but of the road whereto I had no more knowledge than a blind
+man. This, however, I could learn at the nearest coffee-house: and
+impulse rather than calculation directing my steps, I hurried hot-foot
+towards Covent Garden, which lay conveniently to my hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was not until I was in the Square and close to the Piazza that I
+bethought me how imprudent I was to re-visit the scene of last night's
+adventure; a place where it was common knowledge that the Jacobites
+held their assignations; and where I might be recognised. To reinforce
+this late-found discretion, and blow up the spark of alarm already
+kindled, I had not stood hesitating while a man could count ten,
+before my eye fell on the very same soldierly gentleman, with the
+handkerchief hanging out of his pocket, to whom I had been sent the
+evening before. He was alone, walking under the dimly-lighted Piazza,
+as he had walked then; but as I caught sight of him two others came up
+and joined him: and in terror lest these should be the two I had met
+before, I retreated hastily into the shadow of St. Paul's Church, and
+so back the way I had come.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p156"><img src="images/p156.png" alt="p156"></a><br>
+I HEARD A LIGHT FOOT FOLLOWING ME</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">However, I was not to get off so easily. Though the hour was late, the
+market closed, and the pavement in front of the taverns deserted, or
+fringed only by a chair waiting for a belated gamester, I ran a
+greater risk of being recognised, as I passed, than I thought; and had
+not gone ten paces along King Street before I heard a light foot
+following me, and a hand caught my arm. Turning in a fright I found it
+was only a girl; and, at first sight, was for wresting myself from
+her, glad that it was no worse: but she muttered my name, and looking
+down I recognised to my astonishment the girl I had seen at Ferguson's
+earlier in the evening.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that, I remember, a dread of the man and his power seized me and
+chilled my very heart. This was the third time this girl, whom I never
+saw at other seasons, had arisen out of the ground to confront me and
+pluck me back when on the point of betraying him. I stared at her,
+thinking of this, with I know not what of affright and shrinking; and
+could scarcely command either voice or limbs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And yet as she stood looking at me with the dark length of the street
+stretching to the market behind her, it must be confessed that there
+was little in her appearance to cause terror. The night being cold,
+and a small rain falling, she had a shawl drawn tightly over her head,
+whence her face, small and pale as a child's, peered at me. I thought
+to read in it a sly and elfish triumph such as became Ferguson's
+minion: instead I discerned only a weariness that went ill with her
+years--and a little flicker of contempt in eye and lip. The weariness
+was also in her voice when she spoke. &quot;Well met, Mr. Price,&quot; she said.
+&quot;I am in luck to light on you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I shivered in my shoes; but without seeming to mark me, &quot;I want this
+note taken to Mr. Watkins,&quot; she continued, rapidly pressing a scrap of
+paper into my hand. &quot;He is in the tavern there, the Seven Stars. Ask
+for the Apollo Room, and you will find him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But, one minute,&quot; I protested, as in her eagerness she pushed me that
+way with her hand, &quot;did Mr. Ferguson----Is it from him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course, fool,&quot; she answered, sharply. &quot;Do you think that I have
+been standing here for the last half-hour in cold and wet for my own
+pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But if he sent it?&quot; I remonstrated, feebly, &quot;perhaps he may not like
+me to interfere--to----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Like me to?&quot; she retorted, sharply, mocking my tone. &quot;Who said he
+would? Cannot you understand that it is I who do not like to? That I
+am not going into that place at this time of night, and half in the
+house drunken brutes? It is bad enough to be here, loitering up and
+down as if I were what I am not--and free to be spoken to by every
+impudent blood that passes! Go, man, and do it, and I will wait so
+long. What do you fear?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The rope,&quot; said I, &quot;to be plain with you.&quot; And I looked with
+abhorrence at the scrap of paper she had given me. &quot;I have taken too
+many of these,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, you will take one more!&quot; she answered, doggedly. &quot;Or you are no
+man. See, there is the door. Ask for the Apollo Room, give it to him,
+and the thing is done!&quot; And with that she set both hands to me and
+pushed me the way she would have me move--I mean towards the tavern.
+&quot;Go!&quot; she said. &quot;Go!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Hate the thing as I might, and did, I could not resist persuasions
+addressed to me in such a tone; nor fail to be moved by the girl's
+shrinking from the task, which had to be done, it seemed, by one of
+us. After all, it was no more than I had done several times before;
+and my reluctance having its origin in the resolution, to which I had
+just come, to break off from the gang, yielded to the reflection that
+the design lay as yet in my own breast, and might be carried out as
+well to-morrow as to-day. In a word, I complied out of pity, went to
+the tavern, and walked boldly in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had been in the house before, and knew where I should find a waiter
+of whom I might enquire privately; I passed by the public room,
+therefore, and was for going to the place I mean. I had scarcely
+advanced three paces beyond the threshold, however, before a great
+noise of voices and laughter and beating of feet met my ears and
+surprised me; the hubbub was so loud and boisterous as to be unusual
+even in places of that kind. I had no more than taken this in, and set
+it down to an orgy beyond the ordinary, when I came on a pale-faced
+group standing at gaze at the foot of the stairs, the landlord, two or
+three drawers, and as many women being among them. It was easy to see
+that they were in a fever about the noise above; for while the host
+was openly wringing his hands and crying that those devils would ruin
+him, a woman who seemed to be his wife was urging first one and then
+another of the drawers to ascend and caution the party. That something
+more than disorderliness or a visit from the constable was in question
+I gathered from the host's pale face; and this was confirmed when on
+seeing me they dispersed a little, and affected to be unconcerned.
+Until I asked for the Apollo Room, whereon they all came together
+again and fell on me with complaints and entreaties.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;'Fore God, sir, I think your friends are mad!&quot; the host cried, in a
+perfect fury. &quot;Go up! Go up, and tell them that if they want to be
+hanged, and to hang me as well, they are going the right way about
+it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is well it is night,&quot; said the head waiter grimly, &quot;or the Market
+porters would have broken our windows before now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And got us all in the Compter!&quot; the women wailed. And then to me, &quot;Go
+up, sir, go up and tell them that if they would not have the mob pull
+the house down----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the tumult above, waxing loud at that moment, drowned her words,
+and certainly took from me what little good-will to ascend I had.
+However, the host, having me there, a person who had enquired for the
+room, would take no denial, but, delighted to have found a deputy, he
+fairly set me on the stairs and pushed me up. &quot;Go up and tell them! Go
+up and tell them!&quot; he kept repeating. &quot;You asked for the room and
+there it is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In a word I had no choice, and with reluctance went up. The noise was
+such I could not fail to find the door and the room; I knocked and
+opened, a roar of voices poured out, and even before I entered the
+room I knew what was afoot, and could swear to treason. Such cries as
+&quot;Down with the Whigs and damn their King!&quot; &quot;The 29th of May and a
+glorious Restoration!&quot; &quot;Here's to the Hunting Party!&quot; poured out in a
+confused medley; with half-a-dozen others equally treasonable, and
+equally certain, were they overheard in the street, to bring down the
+mob and the messengers on the speakers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">True, as soon as the half-muddled brains of the company took in
+the fact that the door was open, and a stranger standing on the
+threshold--which they were not quick to discern owing to the cloud of
+tobacco-smoke that filled the room--nine-tenths quavered off into
+silence and gaped at me; that proportion of the company having still
+the sense to recognise the risk they were running, and to apprehend
+that judgment had taken them in the act. Two men in particular, older
+than the rest--the one a fat, infirm fellow with a pallid face and the
+air of a rich citizen, the other a peevish, red-eyed atomy in a green
+fur-lined coat--were of this party. They had not, I think, been of the
+happiest before, seated in the midst of that crew; but now, sinking
+back in their high-backed chairs, they stared at me as if I carried
+death in my face. A neighbour of theirs, however, went beyond them;
+for, with a howl that the Secretary was on them and the officers were
+below, he kicked over his chair and dashed for a window, pausing only
+when he had thrown it up.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But with all this the recklessness of some was evident: for while I
+stood, uncertain to whom to speak, one of the more drunken staggered
+from his seat, and giving a shrill view-halloa that might have been
+heard in Bedford House, made towards me with a cup in his hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Drink!&quot; he cried, with a hiccough as he forced it upon me. &quot;Drink! To
+the squeezing of the Rotten Orange! Drink, man, or you are no friend
+of ours, but a snivelling, sneaking, white-faced son of a Dutchman
+like your master! So drink, and----Eh, what is it? What is the
+matter?&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_19" href="#div1Ref_19">CHAPTER XIX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">It was no small thing could enlighten that brain clouded by the fumes
+of drink and conceit; but the silence, perfect and clothing panic--a
+silence that had set in with his first word, and a panic that had
+grown with a whisper passed round the table--came home to him at last.
+&quot;What is it? What is the matter?&quot; he cried, with a silly drunken
+laugh. And he turned to look.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No one answered; but he saw the sight which I had already seen--his
+fellows fallen from him, and huddled on the farther side of the table,
+as sheep huddle from the sheep-dog; some pale, cross-eyed, and with
+lips drawn back, seeking softly in their cloaks for weapons; others
+standing irresolute, or leaning against the wall, shaking and
+unnerved.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Cooled, but not sobered by the sight, he turned to me again. &quot;Won't he
+drink the toast?&quot; he maundered, in an uncertain voice. &quot;Why--why not,
+I'd like to know. Eh? Why not?&quot; he repeated; and staggered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that someone in the crowd laughed hysterically; and this breaking
+the spell, a second found his voice. &quot;Gad! It is not the man!&quot; the
+latter cried with a rattling oath. &quot;It is all right! I swear it is!
+Here you, speak, fool!&quot; he went on to me. &quot;What do you here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This for Mr. Wilkins,&quot; I answered, holding out my note.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I meant no jest, but the words supplied the signal for such a roar of
+laughter as well-nigh lifted the roof. The men were still between
+drunk and sober; and in the rebound of their relief staggered and
+clung to one another, and bent this way and that in a paroxysm of
+convulsive mirth. Vainly one or two, less heady than their fellows,
+essayed to stay a tumult that promised to rouse the watchmen; it was
+not until after a considerable interval--nor until the more drunken
+had laughed their fill, and I had asked myself a hundred times if
+these were men to be trusted with secrets and others' necks--that the
+man with the white handkerchief, who had just entered, gained silence
+and a hearing. This done, however, he rated his fellows with the
+utmost anger and contempt; the two elderly gentlemen whom I have
+mentioned, adding their quavering, passionate remonstrances to his.
+But as in this kind of association there can be little discipline, and
+those are most forward who have least to lose, the hotheads only
+looked silly for a moment, and the next were calling for more liquor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not a bottle!&quot; said he of the white handkerchief, &quot;<i>Nom de dieu</i>, not
+a bottle!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come, Captain, we are not on service now,&quot; quoth one.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Aren't you?&quot; said he, looking darkly at them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, not we!&quot; cried the other recklessly, &quot;and what is more, we will
+have no 'Regiment du Roi' regulations here! Is not a gentleman to have
+a second bottle if he wants one?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is twelve o'clock,&quot; replied the Captain. &quot;For the love of Heaven,
+man, wait till this business is over; and then drink until you burst,
+if you please! For me, I am going to bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But who is this--lord! I don't know what to call him!&quot; the fellow
+retorted, turning to me with a half-drunken gesture. &quot;This Gentleman
+Dancing Master?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A messenger from the old Fox: Mr.--Taylor, I think he calls himself?&quot;
+and the officer turned to me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; said I.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, you may go. Tell the gentleman who sent you that Wilkins got
+his note, and will bear the matter in mind.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said I would; and was going with that, and never more glad than to
+be out of that company. But the fellow who had asked who I was, and
+who, being thwarted of his drink, was out of temper, called rudely to
+know where I got my wig, and who rigged me out like a lord; swearing
+that Ferguson's service must be a d----d deal better than the one he
+was in, and the pay higher than a poor trooper's.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This gave the cue to the man who had before forced the drink on me;
+who, still having the cup in his hand, thrust himself in my way, and
+forcing the liquor on me so violently that he spilled some over my
+coat, vowed that though all the Scotch colonels in the world barred
+the way, I should drink his toast, or he would skewer me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To Saturday's work! A straight eye and a firm hand!&quot; he cried. &quot;Drink
+man, drink! For a hunting we will go, and a hunting we will go! And if
+we don't flush the game at Turnham Green, call me a bungler!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I heard one of the elder men protest, with something between a curse
+and a groan, that the fool would proclaim it at Charing Cross next;
+but, thinking only to be gone (and the man being so drunk that it was
+evident resistance would but render him more obstinate, and imperil my
+skin), I took the cup and drank, and gave it back to him. By that time
+two or three of the more prudent--if any in that company could be
+called prudent--had risen and joined us; who when he would have given
+another toast, forced him away, scolding him soundly for a leaky
+chatterer, and a fool who would ruin all with the drink.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Freed from his importunities, I waited for no second permission; but
+got me out and down the stairs. At the foot of which the landlord's
+scared face and the waiting, watching eyes of the drawers and
+servants, who still lingered there, listening, put the last touch to
+the picture of madness and recklessness I had witnessed above. Here
+were informers and evidences ready to hand and more than enough, if
+the beggars in the street, and the orange girls, and night walkers who
+prowled the market were not sufficient, to bring home to its authors
+the treason they bawled and shouted overhead.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The thought that such rogues should endanger my neck, and good, honest
+men's necks, made my blood run cold and hot at once; hot, when I
+thought of their folly, cold, when I recalled Mr. Ashton executed in
+'90 for carrying treasonable letters, or Anderton, betrayed, and done
+to death for printing the like. I could understand Ferguson's methods;
+they had reason in them, and if I hated them and loathed them, they
+were not so very dangerous. For he had disguises and many names and
+lodgings, and lurked from one to another under cover of night; and if
+he sowed treason, he sowed it stealthily and in darkness, with all the
+adjuncts which prudence and tradition dictated; he boasted to those
+only whom he had in his power, and used the like instruments. But
+the outbreak of noisy, rampant, reckless rebellion which I had
+witnessed--and which it seemed to me must be known to all London
+within twenty-four hours--filled me with panic. It so put me beside
+myself, that when the girl who had employed me on that errand met me
+in the street, I cursed her and would have passed her; being unable to
+say another word, lest I should weep. But she turned with me, and
+keeping pace with me asked me continually what it was; and getting no
+answer, by-and-by caught my arm, and forced me to stand in the passage
+beyond Bedford House and close to the Strand. Here she repeated her
+question so fiercely--asking me besides if I were mad, and the
+like--and showed herself such a termagant, that I had no option but to
+answer her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mad?&quot; I cried, passionately. &quot;Aye, I am mad--to have anything to do
+with such as you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what is it? What has happened?&quot; she persisted, peering at me; and
+so barring the way that I could not pass.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Could you not hear?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I could hear that they were drinking,&quot; she answered. &quot;I knew that,
+and therefore I thought that you should go to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And run the risk?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, you are a man,&quot; she answered coolly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I stood so taken aback--for she spoke it with meaning and a
+sort of sting--that for a minute I did not answer her. Then, &quot;Is not a
+man's life as much to him, as a woman's is to her?&quot; I said with
+indignation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A man's!&quot; she replied. &quot;Aye, but not a mouse's! I will tell you what,
+Mr. Taylor, or Mr. Price, or whatever your name is----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Call me what you like!&quot; I said. &quot;Only let me go!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then I will call you Mr. Craven!&quot; she retorted bitterly. &quot;Or Mr.
+Daw in Peacock's feathers. And let you go. Go, go, you coward! Go, you
+craven!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was not the most gracious permission, and stung me; but I took it
+sullenly, and getting away from her went down the passage towards the
+Strand, leaving her there; not gladly, although to go had been all I
+had asked a moment before. No man, indeed, could have more firmly
+resolved to wrench himself from the grasp of the gang whose tool this
+little spitfire was; nor to a man bred to peaceful pursuits (as I had
+been) and flung into such an imbroglio as this--wherein to dance on
+nothing seemed to be the alternative whichever way I looked--was it a
+matter of so much consequence to be called coward by a child, that I
+must hesitate for that. Add to this, that the place and time, a dingy
+passage on a dark night with rain falling and a chill wind blowing,
+and none abroad but such as honest men would avoid, were not
+incentives to rashness or adventure.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And yet--and yet when it came to going, <i>nullis vestigiis retrorsum</i>,
+as the Latins say, I proved to be either too much or too little of a
+man, these arguments notwithstanding; too little of a man to weigh
+reason justly against pride, or too much of a man to hear with
+philosophy a girl's taunt. When I had gone fifty yards, therefore, I
+halted; and then in a moment, went back. Not slowly, however, but in a
+gust of irritation; so that for a very little I could have struck the
+girl for the puling face and helplessness that gave her an advantage
+over me. I found her in the same place, and asked her roughly what she
+wanted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A man,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; I answered sullenly, &quot;what is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have I found one? that is the question,&quot; she retorted keenly. And at
+that again, I could have had it in my heart to strike her across her
+scornful face. &quot;My uncle is at least a man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is a bad one, curse him!&quot; I cried in a fury.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked at me coolly. &quot;That is better,&quot; she said. &quot;If your deeds
+were of a piece with your words you would be no man's slave. His least
+of all, Mr. Price!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You talk finely,&quot; I said, my passion cooling, as I began to read a
+covert meaning in her tone and words, and that she would be at
+something. &quot;It comes well from you, who do his errands day and night!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or find someone to do them,&quot; she answered with derision.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, after this you will have to find someone else,&quot; I cried,
+warming again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah, if you would keep your word!&quot; she cried in a different tone,
+clapping her hands softly, and peering at me. &quot;If you would keep your
+word.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Seeing more clearly than ever that she would be at something, and
+wishing to know what it was, &quot;Try me,&quot; I said. &quot;What do you mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is plain,&quot; she answered, &quot;what I mean. Carry no more messages! Be
+sneak and spy no longer! Cease to put your head in a noose to serve
+rogues' ends! Have done, man, with cringing and fawning, and trembling
+at big words. Break off with these villains who hold you, put a
+hundred miles between you and them, and be yourself! Be a man!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, do you mean your uncle?&quot; I cried, vastly surprised.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But--if you feel that way, why do his bidding yourself?&quot; I answered,
+doubting all this might be a trap of that cunning devil's. &quot;If I sneak
+and spy, who spies on me, miss?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do,&quot; she said, leaning against the wall of Bedford Garden, where
+one of Heming's new lights, set up at the next corner, shone full on
+her face. &quot;And I am weary of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But if you are weary of it----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I am weary of it, why don't I free myself instead of preaching to
+you?&quot; she answered. &quot;First, because I am a woman, Mr. Wiseman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I don't see what that has to do with it,&quot; I retorted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't you?&quot; she answered bitterly. &quot;Then I will tell you. My uncle
+feeds me, clothes me, gives me a roof--and sometimes beats me. If I
+run away as I bid you run away, where shall I find board and lodging,
+or anything but the beating? A man comes and goes; a woman, if she has
+not someone to answer for her, must to the Justice and then to the
+Round-house and be set to beating hemp; and her shoulders smarting to
+boot. Can I get service without a character?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said, &quot;that is true.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or travel without money?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or alone--except to Whetstone Park?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, it is fine to be a man then,&quot; she answered, leaning her little
+shawled head farther and farther back against the wall, and slowly
+moving it to and fro, while she looked at me from under her eyelashes,
+&quot;for he can do all. And take a woman with him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I started at that, and stared at her, and saw a little colour come
+into her pale face. But her eyes, far from falling under my gaze, met
+my eyes with a bold, mischievous look; that gradually, and as she
+still moved her head to and fro, melted into a smile.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was impossible to mistake her meaning, and I felt a thrill run
+through me, such as I had not known for ten years. &quot;Oh,&quot; I said at
+last, and awkwardly, &quot;I see now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You would have seen long ago if you had not been a fool,&quot; she
+answered. And then, as if to excuse herself she added--but this I did
+not understand--&quot;Not that fine feathers make fine birds--I am not such
+a fool myself, as to think that. But----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what?&quot; I said, my face warm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am a fool all the same.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her eyes falling with that, and her pale face growing to a deeper
+colour, I had no doubt of the main thing, though I could not follow
+her precise drift. And I take it, there are few men who, upon such an
+invitation, however veiled, would not respond. Accordingly I took a
+step towards the girl, and went, though clumsily, to put my arm round
+her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But she pushed me off with a vigour that surprised me; and she mocked
+me with a face between mischief and triumph; a face that was more like
+a mutinous boy's than a girl's. &quot;Oh, no,&quot; she said. &quot;There is a good
+deal between this and that, Mr. Price.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How?&quot; I said shamefacedly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you go?&quot; she asked sharply. &quot;Is it settled? That first of all, if
+you please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As to the going--somewhere--I had made up my mind long ago; before I
+met her, or went into the Seven Stars, or knew that a dozen mad topers
+were roaring treason about the town, and bidding fair to hang us all.
+But being of a cautious temper, and seeing conditions which I had not
+contemplated added to the bargain, and having besides a shrewd idea
+that I could not afterwards withdraw, I hesitated. &quot;It is dangerous!&quot;
+I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will tell you what is dangerous,&quot; she answered, wrathfully, showing
+her little white teeth as she flashed her eyes at me, &quot;and that is to
+be where we are. Do you know what they are doing there--in that
+house?&quot; And she pointed towards the Market, whence we had come.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said reluctantly, wishing she would say no more.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Killing the King,&quot; she answered in a low voice. &quot;It is for Saturday,
+or Saturday week. He is to be stopped in his coach as he comes from
+hunting--in the lane between Turnham Green and the river. You can
+count their chances. They are merry plotters! And now--now,&quot; she
+continued, &quot;do you know where you stand, Mr. Price, and whether it is
+dangerous?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know&quot;--I said, trembling at that bloody design, which no whit
+surprised me since everything I had heard corroborated it--&quot;I know
+what I have to do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go straight to the Secretary's office,&quot; I said, &quot;and tell him. Tell
+him!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You won't do it,&quot; she answered, &quot;or, at least, I won't.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; I asked, atremble with excitement.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; she echoed, mocking me; and I noticed that not only were her
+eyes bright, but her lips red. &quot;Why, firstly, Mr. Price, because I
+want to have done with plots and live honestly; and that is not to be
+done on blood-money. And secondly, because it is dangerous--as you
+call it. Do you want to be an evidence, set up for all to point at,
+and six months after to be decoyed to Wapping, dropped into a dark
+hold, and carried over to France?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God forbid!&quot; I said, aghast at this view of things.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then have done with informing,&quot; she answered, with a little spurt of
+heat. &quot;Or let be, at any rate, until we are safe ourselves and snug
+in the country. Then if you choose, and you do nothing to hurt my
+uncle--for I will not have him touched--we may talk of it. But not for
+money.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Those words &quot;safe and snug,&quot; telling of a prospect that at that moment
+seemed of all others the most desirable in the world, dwelt so
+lovingly on my ear, that in place of hesitation I felt only eagerness
+and haste.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will go!&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will?&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And what?&quot; I said, wondering.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She hesitated a moment, and then, &quot;That is for you to say,&quot; she
+replied, lowering her eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It is possible that I might not have understood her, even then, if I
+had not marked her face, and seen that her lips were quivering with a
+sudden shyness, which words and manner in vain belied. She blushed,
+and trembled; and, lowering her eyes, drew forward the shawl that
+covered her head, the street-urchin gone out of her. And I, seeing and
+understanding, had other and new thoughts of her which remained with
+me. &quot;If you mean that,&quot; I said, clumsily, &quot;I will make you my wife--if
+you will let me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, we'll see about it, when we get to Romford,&quot; she answered,
+looking nervously aside, and plucking at the fringe of the shawl. &quot;We
+have to escape first. And now--listen,&quot; she continued, rapidly, and in
+her ordinary voice. &quot;My uncle is removing to-morrow to another
+hiding-place, and I go first with some clothes and baggage. He will
+not flit himself till it is dark. Do you put your trunk outside your
+door, and I will take it and send it by the Chelmsford waggon. At noon
+meet me at Clerkenwell Gate, and we will walk to Romford and hide
+there until we know how things are going.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why Romford?&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why anywhere?&quot; she answered, impatiently.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That was true enough; and seeing in what mood she was, and that out of
+sheer contrariness she was inclined to be the more shrewish now,
+because she had melted to me a moment before, I refrained from asking
+farther questions; listening instead to her minute directions, which
+were given with as much clearness and perspicuity as if she had dwelt
+on this escape for a twelvemonth past. It was plain, indeed, that she
+had not fetched and carried for the famous Ferguson for nothing; nor
+watched his methods to little purpose. Nor was this all: mingled with
+this display of precocious skill there constantly appeared a touch of
+malice and mischief, more natural in a boy than a girl, and seldom
+found even in boys, where the gutter has not served for a school. And
+through this again, as through the folds of a shifting gauze, appeared
+that which gradually and as I listened took more and more a hold on
+me--the woman.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet I suppose that there never was a stranger love-making in the
+world; if love-making that could be called wherein one at least of us
+had in mind ten thoughts of fear and death for one of happiness or
+love; and a pulse attuned rather to the dreary drip of the wet eaves
+about us, and the monotonous yelp of a cur chained among the stalls,
+than to the flutter of desire.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And yet, when, our plan agreed upon, and the details settled, we
+turned homewards and went together through the streets, I could not
+refrain from glancing at my companion from time to time, in doubt and
+almost incredulity. When the dream refused to melt, when I found her
+still moving at my elbow, her small shawled head on a level with my
+shoulder--when, I say, I found her so, not love, but a sense of
+companionship and a feeling of gratulation that I was no longer alone,
+stole for the first time into my mind and comforted me. I had gone so
+many years through these streets <i>solus et caelebs</i>, that I pricked my
+ears and pinched myself in sheer astonishment at finding another
+beside me and other feet keeping time with mine; nor knew whether to
+be more confounded or relieved by the thought that of all persons'
+interests her interests marched with mine.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_20" href="#div1Ref_20">CHAPTER XX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">The clocks had gone midnight, when I parted from Mary at the door of
+the house and groped my way upstairs to my room; where, throwing off
+my clothes I lay down, not to sleep, but to resolve endlessly and
+futilely the plans we had made, and the risks we ran and the thousand
+issues that might come of either. Cogitation brought me no nearer to a
+knowledge of the event, but only heated my brain and increased my
+impatience; the latter to such a degree that with the first light I
+was up and moving, and had my trunk packed. Nor did I fail to note the
+strange and almost incredible turn which now led me to look for
+support in my flight to the very person whose ominous entrance
+twenty-four hours earlier had forced me to lay aside the thought.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Long before it could by any chance be necessary I opened my door, and
+softly carrying out my box, placed it in a dark corner on the landing.
+After this a great interval elapsed, during which I conjured up a
+hundred mischances. At length I heard someone afoot opposite; and then
+the stumbling tread of a porter carrying goods down the stairs. About
+eleven I ventured to peep out, and learned with satisfaction that the
+trunk had vanished; it remained therefore for me to do the same.
+Bestowing a last look on the little attic which had been my home so
+long, and until lately no unhappy home, I took up my hat and cloak;
+and making sure for the fiftieth time that I had my small stock of
+money, hidden in my clothes, I opened the door, and stealing out,
+stood a minute to listen before I descended.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I heard nothing to alarm me; yet a second later I shrieked in
+affright, and almost sank down under the sudden grip of a hand on my
+shoulder. The hand was Ferguson's; who listening, at my chamber door,
+had heard me move towards it, and flattened himself against the wall
+beside it; and so, being in the dark corner farthest from the
+staircase, had eluded my notice. He chuckled vastly, at his cunning,
+and the fright he had given me, and rocking me to and fro, asked me
+grimly what I had done with my fine clothes and my wig.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, and that is not all,&quot; he continued. &quot;I shall want to know a
+little more about that matter, my friend. And mind you, Mr. Price, the
+truth! The truth, or I will wring this tender ear of yours from your
+head. For the present, however, that matter may wait. I shall have it,
+when I want it. Now I have other work for you. Come into my room.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am going to the tavern,&quot; I said desperately. And I hung back.
+&quot;Afterwards, Mr. Ferguson, I will----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, to the tavern,&quot; he answered, mimicking me. &quot;And for what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My dinner,&quot; I faltered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He burst into a volley of oaths, and seizing me again by the shoulder
+ran me into his room. &quot;Your dinner, indeed, you dirty, low-born
+pedlar,&quot; he cried in a fury. &quot;Who are you to dine at taverns when the
+King's business wants you? Stand you there, and listen to me, or by
+the God above me, you shall never take meat or drink again. Do you see
+this, you craven?&quot; and he plucked out his horrible horse pistol, and
+flourished the muzzle in my face. &quot;Mark it, and remember that I am
+Ferguson, the famous Ferguson, Ferguson the plotter, and no little
+person to be thwarted! And now listen to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could have wept with rage and despair, knowing that with every
+moment this wretch kept me, my chance of fulfilling the appointment at
+Clerkenwell Gate was passing; and that if he detained me only one half
+hour longer, I must be late. To the pistol, however, and his scowling,
+truculent, blotched face that lacking the wig, which hung on a chair
+beside him, was one degree more ugly than its wont, there was no
+answer; and I said sullenly that I would listen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You had better,&quot; he answered. &quot;Mark you, there is a gentleman coming
+to see me; and to his coming and to what he says to me I will have a
+witness. You follow me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said, looking round, but in vain, for a way of escape.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you are the witness. You shall go into that room, mark you, and
+you shall be as mute as a mouse! I put this little cupboard open, the
+back is thin and there is a crack in it; set your eye to that and you
+will see him. And look you, listen to every word, and note it; and
+keep still--keep still, or it will be the worse for you, Mr. Price!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well,&quot; I said obediently; hope springing up, as I thought I saw
+a way of escape. &quot;And what time must I be here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are here, and you will stay here,&quot; he answered dashing to the
+ground the scarce-born plan. &quot;Why, man, he may come any minute.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Still--if I could go out for--for two minutes,&quot; I persisted. &quot;I
+should be easier.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go out! Go out!&quot; he cried, interrupting me in a fury. &quot;And dinners?
+And taverns? And you would be easier! D'ye know, Mr. Price, I have my
+doubts about you! Ay, I have!&quot; he continued, leering at me with his
+big, cunning eyes; and now thrusting his face close to mine, now
+drawing it back again. &quot;Are you for selling us, I wonder? Mind you, if
+that is your thought, two can play at that game, and I have writing of
+yours. Ay, I have writing of yours, Mr. Price, and for twopence I
+would send it where it will hang you. So be careful. Be careful
+or--give me that coat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Wishing that I had the courage to strike him in the back, praying that
+the next word he said might choke him, hating him with a dumb hatred,
+the blacker for its impotence, and for the menial services he made me
+do him, I gave him the long-skirted plum-coloured coat to which he
+pointed, and saw him clothe his lank ungainly figure in it, and top
+all with his freshly curled wig. He bade me tie his points and fasten
+on his sword; and this being done to his liking--and he was not very
+easy to please--he pulled down his ruffles, and walked to and fro,
+preening himself and looking a hundred times more ugly and loathsome
+for the finery, with which, for the first time, I saw him bedizened.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Preparations so unusual, by awakening my curiosity as to the visitor
+in whose honour they were made, diverted me from my own troubles; to
+which I had done no more than return when a knock came at the outer
+door. Ferguson, in a flush of exultation that went far to show that he
+had entertained doubts of the visitor's coming, thrust me into the
+next room; a mere closet, ill-lighted by one small window, and bare,
+save for a bed-frame. Here he placed me beside the crack he had
+mentioned; and whispering in my ear the most fearful threats and
+objurgations in case I moved, or proved false to him, he cast a last
+look round to assure himself that all was right; then he went back
+into his own apartment, where through my Judas-hole I saw him pause.
+The girl's departure with the luggage had left the room but meagrely
+furnished; whether this and the effect it might have on his visitor's
+mind struck him, or he began at the last moment to doubt the prudence
+of his enterprise, he stood awhile in the middle of the floor gnawing
+his nails, and listening, or perhaps thinking. The drift of his
+reflections, however, was soon made clear; for on the visitor's
+impatiently repeating his summons, he moved stealthily to one of the
+windows--which being set in the mode of garret windows, deep in the
+slope of the roof, gave little light--and by piling his cloak in a
+heap on the sill, he contrived to obscure some of that little. This
+done, and crying softly &quot;Coming! Coming!&quot; he hastened to the door and
+opened it, bowing and scraping with an immense show of humility.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man, who had knocked, and who walked in with an impatient step as
+if the waiting had been little to his taste, was tall and slight; for
+the rest, a cloak, and a hat flapping low over his face, hid both
+features and complexion. I noticed that Ferguson bowed again and
+humbly, but did not address him; and that the gentleman also kept
+silence until he had seen the door secured behind him. Then, and as
+his host with seeming clumsiness, brushed past him and so secured a
+position with his back to the light, he asked sharply, &quot;Where is he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The plotter leant his hands on the back of the chair and paused an
+instant before he answered. When he did he spoke with less assurance
+than I had ever heard him speak before; he even stammered a little.
+&quot;Your Grace,&quot; he said, &quot;has come to see a person--who--who wrote to
+you? From this house?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have. Where is he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here? But where, man, where?&quot; the newcomer replied, looking quickly
+round.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still Ferguson did not move. &quot;My lord Duke, you came here, in a
+word--to see Lord Middleton?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was easy to see that the visitor's gorge rose at the other's
+manner, no less than at this naming of names. But with an effort he
+swallowed his chagrin. &quot;If you know that, you know all,&quot; he answered
+with composure. &quot;So without more, take me to him. But I may as well
+say, sir, since you seem to be in his confidence----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It was my hand wrote the letter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Was it so? Then you should know, sir, that a madder and more foolish
+thing was never done! If my Lord Middleton,&quot; the stranger continued
+coldly, his tone inclining to sarcasm rather than to feeling, &quot;desired
+to ruin his best friend and the one most able to save him in a certain
+event--if he meant to requite, sir, one who has already suffered more
+than was reasonable in his service, by consigning him to his
+destruction, he did well. Otherwise he was mad. Mad, or worse, to send
+such a letter to a place where he must know of his own knowledge that
+nine letters out of ten are opened by others' hands!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Grace is right,&quot; Ferguson answered drily, and in his natural
+voice; at the sound of which, either because of its native harshness
+or because it touched some chord in his memory, the other started.
+&quot;But the fact is,&quot; the plotter continued hardily, and with a smack of
+impertinence, &quot;my Lord Middleton, so far as I know, is still with the
+King at St. Germain's.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At St. Germain's?&quot; the stranger cried. &quot;With the King?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, and to be candid,&quot; Ferguson answered, &quot;I was not aware, my lord,
+that you had sent him a safe conduct.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You villain!&quot; the Duke cried, and stepped forward, his rage excited
+as much by the man's manner as by the trick which had been played him.
+&quot;How dared you say, then, that he was here?&quot; he continued. &quot;Answer,
+fellow, or it will be the worse for you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I said only, your Grace,&quot; Ferguson replied, retreating a step, &quot;that
+the writer of the letter was here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a moment the Duke, utterly dumfounded by this, stood looking at
+him. &quot;And you are he?&quot; he said at last, with chilling scorn, &quot;and the
+author of this--plot!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And of many plots besides,&quot; my master answered jauntily. And then,
+&quot;My lord, do you not know me yet?&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not I! Stand out, sir, and let me see your face. Then perhaps, if we
+have met before----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, we have met before!&quot; was the quick and impudent answer. &quot;I am not
+ashamed of my face. It has been known in its time. But fair play is a
+jewel, my lord. It is eight years since I saw your Grace last, and I
+have a fancy to learn if you are changed. Will you oblige me? If you
+would see my face, show me yours!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With a gesture between contempt and impatience the Duke removed the
+hat, which at his entrance he had merely touched; and hastily lowering
+the cloak from his neck, confronted his opponent.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_21" href="#div1Ref_21">CHAPTER XXI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<br>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p179"><img src="images/p179.png" alt="p179"></a><br>
+WITH A GESTURE BETWEEN CONTEMPT AND IMPATIENCE THE DUKE
+REMOVED HIS HAT</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">It cannot at this time of day be needful for me to describe in detail
+the aspect of those features which the action disclosed, since they
+are as well remembered by many still living as they are faithfully
+preserved for posterity--lacking some of the glow and passion which
+then animated them--on the canvas by Sir Peter Lely, which hangs
+in the Charterhouse. The Duke of Shrewsbury--to set concealment
+aside--was then in his thirty-sixth year, in the prime and bloom of
+manhood, of a fair complexion and regular features; over which the
+habitude of high rank and the possession of unrivalled parts threw a
+cast of reserve and stateliness, not unbecoming. As he was by nature
+so sensitive that on this side alone his enemies found him vulnerable,
+so his face in repose, if it had any blemish at all, had the fault of
+bordering on the womanish, the lines of his mouth following those of
+the choicest models of antiquity. But this blemish--if that which bore
+witness to the most affectionate disposition in the world could be
+called by that name--was little marked in public life, the awe which
+his eyes, alike firm and penetrating, inspired in the vulgar,
+rendering most people blind to it. To sum up, his face gave a just
+idea of his character; for though indolent, he was of such a temper
+that the greatest dared take no liberty with him; and though proud he
+gave the meanest his rights and a place.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such, in fine, was the man who now confronted Ferguson, and with a
+stern light in his eye bade the schemer stand out. That the latter
+from the first had intended to declare himself, was as certain as
+that, now the time had come, he hesitated; awed by the mere power of
+worth, as I have heard that wicked men calling up spirits from the
+deep have stood affrighted before the very beings they have summoned.
+Yet his hesitation was for a moment only; after which, rallying the
+native audacity of a temperament which rejoiced in these intrigues and
+dénouements, he stepped jauntily forward, and assuming such a parody
+of dignity as likened his clumsy figure and sneaking face to nothing
+so much as an ape decked out in man's clothes, he allowed the light to
+fall on his features.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke looked, and even where I stood behind the lath and plaster
+partition I heard him catch his breath. &quot;You are Robert Ferguson!&quot; he
+said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well guessed!&quot; the plotter answered, with a harsh discordant laugh.
+&quot;Your Grace has not forgotten '88. Believe me, if the Prince of Orange
+had kept as good a memory, I should not have been in this garret, nor
+need I have troubled your lordship to visit me in it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It would have been better for you, sir, had you still refrained,&quot; the
+Duke answered with severity. &quot;Mr. Ferguson, I tell you at once that I
+do not bear his Majesty's Commission in vain, and my first proceeding
+on leaving this house will be to sign a warrant for your apprehension,
+and direct the officers where it can be executed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I, my lord,&quot; Ferguson answered with an impudent attempt at
+pleasantry, &quot;have a very good mind to take you at your word, and let
+you go to do it. For when your officers arrived they would not find
+me, while your Grace would go hence to fall into as pretty a trap as
+was ever laid for a man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Doubtless, then, of your laying!&quot; my lord cried, with a gesture of
+contempt.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On the contrary. Until I saw you, I knew of the trap indeed, but not
+for whom it was intended. Since I have seen you, however--and how
+greatly you have improved since '88, when we last met&quot;--Ferguson
+added, impertinently,--&quot;my eyes are opened, and I feel a very sincere
+pity for your lordship.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am obliged to you for your warning,&quot; the Duke answered, drily, &quot;and
+will endeavour to take care of myself. If that be all, therefore, that
+you have to say to me--and I assume that the letter in Lord
+Middleton's name was no more than a ruse--I will say good-day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But that is not all, nor a part!&quot; Ferguson replied. &quot;I have a bargain
+to propose, and information&quot;--this sullenly and with lowered eyes--&quot;to
+give.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As usual!&quot; my lord answered, shrugging his shoulders, and speaking
+with the most cutting scorn. &quot;But permit me to say that you have made
+a mistake, Mr. Ferguson, in sending for me. You should know by this
+time, being versed in these affairs, that I leave such bargains to
+underlings.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nevertheless, to this bargain you must be a party,&quot; the other
+answered violently. &quot;Nay, my lord, I can make you a party, I have only
+to tell you a thing I know; and whether you will or no, for your own
+safety you must do what I ask.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For my own safety, Mr. Ferguson, I am not in the habit of doing
+anything I would not do for other reasons,&quot; the Duke answered coldly.
+&quot;For the rest, if you have anything to tell me that concerns the
+King's service----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which King's?&quot; the plotter cried, with a sneer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I acknowledge one only--then, I say, I will hear it. But I will
+neither do nor promise anything in return.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You talk finely,&quot; Ferguson cried, &quot;yet you cannot deny that before
+this I have told things that were worth knowing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That were worth men's lives!&quot; my lord answered, speaking in a low
+stern voice, and looking at him with a strange abhorrence. &quot;Yes, Mr.
+Ferguson, I acknowledge that. That were worth men's lives. And it
+reminds me that you are growing old, and have blood on your hands; you
+only and God know how much. But some I know; the proof of it lies in
+my office. If you will take my advice, therefore, you will think
+rather of quitting the world and making your peace with heaven--if by
+any means it can be done--than of digging pits for better men than
+yourself. Man,&quot; he continued, looking fixedly at him, &quot;do you never
+think of Ayloffe and Sidney? And Russell? And Monmouth? And Cornish?
+Of the men you have egged on to death, and the men you have--sold! God
+forgive you! God forgive you, for man never will!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I should fail, and lamentably, were I to try to describe either the
+stern feeling with which my lord uttered this solemn address--the more
+solemn as it came from a young man to an old one--or the horrid
+passion born of rage, fear, and remorse commingled, with which the
+intriguer received it. When my lord had ceased to speak, Ferguson
+broke into the most fearful imprecations; calling down vengeance not
+only on others for wrongs done to him, but on his own head if he had
+ever done aught but what was right; and this rant he so sprinkled with
+texts of scripture and scraps of the old Covenanters' language that
+for profanity and blasphemy I never heard the like. The Duke, after
+watching the exhibition for a time with eyes of pity and reprobation,
+ended by setting on his hat and turning to the door. This sufficed--as
+nothing else would have--to bring the conspirator to his senses. With
+a hideous chuckle, which brought his tirade to a fitting conclusion,
+&quot;Not so fast, my lord! Not so fast,&quot; he cried, slapping his pocket.
+&quot;The key is here. I have something to say before you go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In God's name say it then!&quot; the Duke cried, his face sick with
+disgust.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will!&quot; Ferguson answered hoarsely, leaning on the table which stood
+between them and thrusting forward his chin, his face still suffused
+with rage. &quot;And see you how I will confound you! The Duke of Berwick
+is in England. The Duke of Berwick is in London. And what is worse for
+you, my lord, he lies to-night at Dr. Lloyd's in Hogsden Gardens. So
+take that information to yourself, my Lord Secretary, and make what
+you can of it--not forgetting the King's interest! Ha! ha! I have you
+tight there, I think.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His triumph, extreme and offensive as it was, seemed to be justified
+by the consternation--I can call it by no other name--which darkened
+the Duke's countenance as he listened, and held him a moment
+speechless and motionless, glaring at the other. At last, &quot;And you
+sent to me to tell me this?&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I did! I did! There is no other living man would have thought of it
+or done it. And why? Because there is no man can play my cards but
+myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You devil!&quot; my lord cried; and was silent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Seeing that I knew little more of this of which they spoke than that
+the Duke of Berwick was King James' natural son and favourite, I was
+at a loss to comprehend, either the Duke's chagrin or Ferguson's very
+evident triumph. The latter's next words, however, went far towards
+explaining his jubilation; and if they did not perfectly clear up my
+lord's position--fully to enter into which required a nobility of
+sentiment and a nicety of honour on a par with his own--they enabled
+me to guess where the shoe pinched.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;D'ye take me now, my lord?&quot; the plotter cried, with a savage grimace.
+&quot;That concerns the King's service I think; and yet--I dare you to make
+use of it. Ay, my Lord Secretary, I dare you to make use of it!&quot; he
+repeated, his unwholesome face deep red with excitement. &quot;For why?
+Because you know that there will be a day of reckoning presently--and
+sooner, mayhap, than some think. You know that. Sooner or later it
+will come--it will come, and then 'Touch not mine anointed!' Or
+rather, touch but a hair of his Jamie's head, and his Majesty'll no
+forgive! He'll no forgive! There will be mercy for my Lord Devonshire,
+and my Lord Admiral, ay, and for that incarnate liar and devil, John
+Churchill! Ay, even for him, for he has made all safe both sides and
+so have the others. But do you touch the King's blood, though it be
+bastard--do you send to-night to the Bishop's and take him, and go on
+to what follows--and you may kneel like Monmouth, and plead like my
+Lady Russell, and you'll to the axe and the sawdust, when the time
+comes! Ay, you will! you will! you will!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Though his harsh voice rose almost to a shriek with the last words,
+and the room rang with them, the Duke stood mutely regarding him, and
+made no answer. After an interval, Ferguson himself went on, but in a
+lower tone. &quot;That is the one course you may take, my lord,&quot; he said,
+&quot;and the result of it! If you follow my advice, however, you will not
+adopt that course. Instead you will let FitzJames be. You will act as
+if you had not seen me to-day, nor heard that he was in London. You'll
+wipe this meeting from your memory and live as if it had not been. And
+so, at the Restoration, you will have nothing to fear on that head.
+But--but in the meantime,&quot; Ferguson continued with an ugly grin, &quot;it
+may be the worse for your Grace if the truth, and your knowledge of
+the truth, come to the Prince's ears, whose Minister you are; and
+worse again if it comes to Bentinck's, who, I am told, is some trouble
+to your Grace already.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke's face was a picture. &quot;You villain!&quot; he said again. &quot;What do
+you want?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For my silence?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For your silence? No. What is your aim? What is your object? You
+betray one and the other. The son of your King to prison and death.
+Me, if you can, to ruin and shame. And why? Why, man? What do you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What do I gain? What shall I gain, you mean,&quot; Ferguson answered,
+smiling cunningly. &quot;Only your Grace's signature to a scrap of
+paper--give me that, and I am mum, and neither Berwick nor you will be
+a penny the worse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What, money?&quot; cried my lord, surprised, I think.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, no, not money,&quot; said the plotter coolly. &quot;And yet--it may be
+money's worth to me over there.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_22" href="#div1Ref_22">CHAPTER XXII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is this way, my lord,&quot; he continued after a pause. &quot;Lord Middleton
+said some things over there in your Grace's name--that would be four
+years back; but you never acted on them, though it was whispered you
+paid dearly for them here. In the interval it has been the aim of a
+good many to get something more definite from your Grace; the rather
+as you stand almost alone, the main part of the Court, and more than
+you know, having made their peace. But the efforts of those persons
+failed with your Grace because they went about it in the wrong way.
+Now, I, Robert Ferguson,&quot; the plotter continued, patting himself on
+the chest, and bowing with grotesque conceit, &quot;have gone about it in
+the right way; and I shall not fail. The position is this. You must
+either arrest the Duke of Berwick, or you must let him go. That is
+clear. If you do the former, you offend beyond pardon, and your head
+will fall at the Restoration, whoever goes clear. On the other hand,
+if you let the Duke escape and it comes to the Prince of Orange's ears
+that you knew of his presence, you will be ruined with your present
+party. The only course left to you, therefore, is to let him go, but
+to purchase my silence--that it may not reach the Prince's ears--by
+signing a few words on a paper, which shall be sealed here, and opened
+only by His Majesty in his closet. Now, my lord, what do you say to
+that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That you are a fool as well as a knave!&quot; was the Duke's unexpected
+reply. He had recovered his equanimity, and took a pinch of snuff as
+he spoke.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The plotter's eyes sparkled. &quot;Why?&quot; he cried with an oath. &quot;And is
+that language for a gentleman?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A gentleman? Faugh!&quot; cried my lord. &quot;And why? Because you suppose
+your word to be of value. Whereas you should know that were you to go
+to Kensington and tell the King that you had informed me of this or
+that or the other, and were I to deny it, you would to Newgate for
+certain, and to the pillory perhaps--but I should be not a penny the
+worse. Your word forsooth! Why, man, you are crazed!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but if I had you followed here?&quot; the other answered savagely. &quot;If
+I can produce three witnesses to prove that you were with me to-day,
+and by stealth! And by stealth, my lord? What then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, then this!&quot; the Duke answered with composure. &quot;And it is my
+answer. I shall go hence to the King and tell him all; and on your
+information, Mr. Ferguson, the Duke of Berwick will be arrested.
+Whatever my fate or his after that, I shall have done my duty and kept
+my oath as a privy-councillor, and the rest I leave to God! But for
+you,&quot; he continued, slowly and with solemnity, &quot;who to gain a hold on
+me have betrayed the son of your King, your fate be on your own head!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The plotter, who, I think, had expected any answer but this, and, it
+may be, had never considered his own position, should the Duke stand
+firm, roared out a furious &quot;You lie!&quot; And then again in a frenzy, as
+the consequences rose more clearly before him, &quot;You lie!&quot; he cried,
+striking his hand on the table. &quot;You will not do it! You will not dare
+to do it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. Ferguson,&quot; the Duke answered haughtily, &quot;I do not suffer persons
+of your condition to tell me what I dare, or do not dare; or persons
+of any condition to give me the lie. Be good enough to open the door!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sign the paper!&quot; the conspirator hissed. His face, at no time
+sightly, was now distorted by fear and the rage of defeat; while the
+chair on the back of which he leaned his left hand, jerked this way
+and that as if the palsy had him. &quot;Sign the paper, will you? Or your
+blood be on your own head!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke's only answer was to point to the door with his cane. &quot;Open
+it!&quot; he said, his breath coming a little quickly, but his manner
+otherwise unmoved. &quot;Do you hear me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But either Ferguson's rage had so much the mastery of him that he
+could no longer control himself, or he was desperate, seeing into what
+an abyss the other's firmness was pushing him; or from the first he
+had determined on this course in the last resort. At any rate at that
+word, and instead of complying, he fell back a step and with a dark
+face drew a pistol from the pocket of his long coat. &quot;Sign!&quot; he cried,
+his voice whistling in his throat, as he levelled the arm at my lord's
+head. &quot;Sign, you Roman spawn, or I'll spill your brains! Sign, or you
+don't go out of this room alive! Has the Lord's foot been put on the
+neck of his enemies that such as you should divide the spoil!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was nothing to sign, for he had not produced the paper. But in
+the delirium of fear and excitement into which he had fallen, he was
+unconscious of this, and of all except that he was in danger of
+falling into the pit he had digged for another. His hand shook so
+violently that every moment I expected the pistol to explode, with his
+will or without it; his fears no less than his despair putting my lord
+in danger. What he, who stood thus exposed to naked death thought in
+his heart while his existence hung on a shaking finger, I can not say,
+nor if he prayed; for no man talked less of religion, to be, as I
+trust he was, a believer; while the pride which supported him in that
+crisis was as powerful to close his lips after the event. &quot;Put that
+down!&quot; was all he said; and met the other's eyes without blenching,
+though I think that he was a trifle paler than he had been.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sign!&quot; answered the madman with an oath.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Put it down!&quot; repeated the Duke; and doubtless his courage by
+imposing a restraint on the other's headiness postponed, though it
+could not avert, the catastrophe.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For, every second they stood thus fronting one another, Ferguson
+grinning and gibbering to him to sign, I looked to see the pistol
+explode, and my lord fall lifeless. My knees shook under me; horrified
+at this murder to be committed under my eyes, scarce conscious what I
+did or would do, I fumbled for the handle of the door--which luckily
+was beside me; and found it precisely as the Duke, with a twirl of his
+cane, as swift as it was unexpected, knocked the pistol aside and
+sprang bodily on the villain, striving to bear him down. He had no
+time to draw his sword.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was the younger man by twenty years and the more active, if not the
+more powerful; so that for an instant it seemed to me that the danger
+was over. But I counted without Ferguson; who leaping back before the
+other could grapple with him, with a nimbleness beyond his years put
+the table between them, and levelling the pistol afresh with a snarl
+of rage, pulled the trigger. The flint snapped harmlessly!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">More than that I could not bear, and, by heaven's mercy, the movement
+had brought the wretch close to the door at which I stood, and which I
+had that moment opened. As he aimed the pistol a second time, and with
+a fresh execration, I flung my arms round him from behind, and with my
+right hand jerked up the pistol; which exploded, bringing down a rush
+of plaster, and filling the room with smoke and brimstone.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p191"><img src="images/p191.png" alt="p191"></a><br>
+I FLUNG MY ARMS ROUND HIM FROM BEHIND, AND WITH MY
+RIGHT HAND JERKED UP THE PISTOL</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">An interposition so sudden and timely must have been no less a
+surprise to the Duke than to Ferguson. Nevertheless, the former,
+without the loss of a moment, flung himself on his antagonist; and
+seizing the pistol, while I clung to him behind, in a twinkling he had
+him disarmed. Yet, even when this was done, so furious were the man's
+struggles, and so inhuman the strength he displayed (even to biting
+and foaming in a fury that could only be called maniacal) that it was
+as much as we could both do to conquer him; though we were two to one,
+and younger. Nor would he be quiet or resign himself to defeat until
+we had him down on his back, with my lord's sword-point at his throat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then it was that while we stood over him, panting and trembling with
+the exertions we had made, my lord turned his eyes on me. &quot;My friend,&quot;
+he said, &quot;who are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could not speak for emotion; and though he was calmer, I could see
+that he was deeply stirred, both by the risk he had run, and the
+narrowness of his escape. &quot;My lord,&quot; I cried, at last, &quot;take me away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From here?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said, &quot;for God's sake, for God's sake, take me away,&quot; and I
+burst into an uncontrollable fit of sobbing; so overcome was I by what
+had happened, and what had almost happened.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked at me, his lip twitching a little, and his breast heaving.
+&quot;Be easy, man,&quot; he said. &quot;Were you set to watch me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you heard all?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Who are you?&quot; he said again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Two months ago I was an honest man,&quot; I answered bitterly, &quot;and then I
+got into <i>his</i> clutches. And he has ridden me. Ah, how he has ridden
+me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I see,&quot; he said, nodding gravely. &quot;Well, his riding days are over.
+Hark you, Mr. Ferguson,&quot; he continued, turning to the prostrate man,
+who, grovelling before us--I had taken the precaution of tying his
+hands with my garters--acknowledged his attention by a hollow groan,
+&quot;I am no thief-taker, and I shall not soil my hands with you. But
+within an hour the messengers will be here; and if they find you, look
+to yourself; for I think that in that case you will indubitably hang.
+In the meantime I will take your pistol.&quot; Then to me, &quot;Come, my man,&quot;
+he said, &quot;if you wish to go with me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I do,&quot; I cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I owe you more than that,&quot; he answered kindly. &quot;And I need you,
+besides. Mr. Ferguson, I bid you farewell. You have proved yourself a
+more foolish man than I thought you. A worse you could not. The best I
+can wish you is that you may never see my face again.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_23" href="#div1Ref_23">CHAPTER XXIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord, I found, had a coach, without arms or insignia, waiting for
+him at the Great Turnstile in Holborn; where, if persons recognised
+him as he alighted, he would be taken to have business with the
+lawyers in Lincoln's Inn, or at my Lord Somers's in the Fields.
+Following him to the coach on foot, I never saw a man walk in more
+deep or anxious thought. He took no heed of me, after bidding me by a
+gesture to attend him; but twice he stood in doubt, and once he made
+as if he would return whence he had come, and once as if he would
+cross the Fields--I think to Powis House. In the end he went on, and
+arriving at the coach, the door of which was opened for him by a
+footman in a plain livery, he bade me by a sign to follow him into it.
+This I was not for doing, thinking it too great an honour; but on his
+crying impatiently, &quot;Man, how do you think I am to talk to you if you
+ride outside?&quot; I hastened to enter, in equal confusion and humility.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, some time elapsed, and we had travelled the length of
+Holborn before he spoke. Then rousing himself on a sudden from his
+preoccupation, he looked at me. &quot;Do you know a man called Barclay?&quot;
+said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, your Grace,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir George Barclay?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or Porter? Or Charnock? Or King?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Umph!&quot; said he, seeming to be disappointed; and for a time he looked
+out of the window. Presently, however, he glanced at me again, and so
+sharply that I dropped my eyes, out of respect. &quot;I have seen you
+before,&quot; he said, at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Surprised beyond measure that he remembered me, so many years having
+elapsed, I confessed with emotion that he had.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where?&quot; he asked plainly. &quot;I see many people. And I have not old
+Rowley's memory.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I told him. &quot;Your Grace may not remember it,&quot; I said, greatly
+moved, &quot;but many years ago at Abbot's Stanstead, at Sir Baldwin
+Winston's----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; he exclaimed, cutting me short, with a flicker of laughter
+in his grave eyes. And he looked me over. &quot;Did I flesh my maiden
+justice-sword on you? Were you the lad who ran away?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, my lord--the lad whose life you saved,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, then we are quits,&quot; he had the kindness to answer; and asked me
+how I had lived since those days.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I told him, naming Mr. Timothy Brome, and saying that he would give me
+a character. The mention of the news-writer, however, had a different
+effect from that I expected; his Grace conceiving a hasty idea that he
+also was concerned with Ferguson, and muttering under this impression
+that if such men were turning, it was vain to fight against the
+stream. I hastened to disabuse him of the notion by explaining how I
+came to fall into Ferguson's hands. On which he asked me what I had
+done for the plotter, and how he had employed me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He would send me on errands,&quot; I answered, &quot;and to fetch papers from
+the printers, and to carry his messages.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To coffee-houses?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Often, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Did he ever send you to Covent Garden?&quot; he asked, looking fixedly at
+me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Grace, to a gentleman with a white handkerchief hanging
+from his pocket.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha!&quot; said he; and with an eager light in his face he bade me tell him
+all I knew of that man. This giving me the cue, I detailed what I had
+seen and heard at the Seven Stars the previous evening, the toast of
+the Squeezing of the Rotten Orange, the hints which had escaped the
+drunken conspirator, not forgetting his references to the Hunting
+Party, and the date, Saturday or Saturday week. I added also what I
+had learned from the girl, but mentioned for this no authority. To all
+my lord listened attentively, nodding from moment to moment, and at
+last, &quot;Then Porter is not lying this time,&quot; he said, drawing a deep
+breath. &quot;I feared--but here we are. Follow me, my friend, and keep
+close to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Engrossed in my story, and the attention that was due to his rank, I
+had paid no heed either to the way we had come, or to our gradual
+passage from the smoke and babble of London to country air and
+stillness. A vague notion that we were still travelling the Oxford
+Road was all I retained: and this was rudely shaken when, recalled to
+the present by his words, I looked out, and discovered that the coach
+was bowling along an avenue of lofty trees, with park-like pastures
+stretched on either hand. I had no more than time to note so much and
+that the horses were slackening their pace, before we rumbled under an
+archway, and drew up in a spacious courtyard shut in on four sides by
+warm-looking red-brick buildings, whereof the wing under which we had
+driven was surmounted by a quaintly-shaded bell-turret.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ignorant where my lord lived, and little acquainted with the villages
+which lie around London, I supposed that he had brought me to his
+house. The sight of a couple of sentries, who walked with arms ported
+before a wide, low flight of steps leading to the principal door,
+should have enlightened me; but a flock of pigeons, that, disturbed by
+our entrance, were now settling down, and beginning to strut the
+gravel with the most absurd air of possession, caught my attention,
+and diverted me from this mark of State. Nor did a knot of servants,
+lounging silently under a portico, or two or three sedans which I
+espied waiting a little apart, go far to detract from the general air
+of peace and quietude which prevailed in the place. Other observations
+I had no time to make; for my lord, mounting the steps, bade me follow
+him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did so, across a spacious hall floored with shining wood laid in
+strange patterns. Here were three or four servants, who stood at
+attention, but did not approach; and passing them without notice, we
+had reached the foot of a wide and handsome staircase before a person
+dressed plainly in black and carrying a tall slender wand came
+forward, and with a low bow interposed himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Grace's pardon,&quot; he said, &quot;the Council has broken up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How long?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;About half an hour.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah! And Lord Somers? Did he go back to town?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Grace, immediately.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke at that asked a question which I, standing back a little out
+of respect, and being awed besides by the grandeur of the place and
+the silence, did not catch. The answer, however, &quot;Only Lord Portland
+and Mr. Sewell,&quot; I heard; and likewise the Duke's rejoinder, &quot;I am
+going up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will permit me to announce your Grace,&quot; the other answered
+quickly. He seemed to be something between a gentleman and a servant.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; my lord said. &quot;I am in haste, and I have that will be my
+warranty. This person goes with me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I hope your Grace--will answer for it then,&quot; the man in black replied
+respectfully, but with a little hesitation in his tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will answer for it that you are not blamed, Nash,&quot; the Duke
+rejoined, with good nature. &quot;Yes, yes. And now let us up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that the man with the wand stood aside--still a little doubtfully I
+thought--and let us pass: and my patron preceding me, we went up a
+wide staircase and along a silent corridor, and through one or two
+swing doors, the Duke seeming to be conversant with the house. It was
+impossible not to admire the sombre richness of the carved furniture,
+which stood here and there in the corridor; or the grotesque designs
+and eastern colouring of the China ware and Mogul idols that peered
+from the corners, or rose boldly on brackets. Such a mode of
+furnishing was new to me, but neither its novelty nor the evidences of
+wealth and taste which abundantly met the eye, impressed me so deeply
+as the stillness which everywhere prevailed; and which seemed so much
+a part of the place, that when his Grace opened the second swing door,
+and the shrill piping voice of a child, crowing and laughing in an
+ecstasy of infantile pleasure, came forth and met us, I started as if
+a gun had exploded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I know now that the sound, by giving my patron assurance that he whom
+he sought was not there, but in his closet, led to my admission; and
+that without that assurance my lord would have left me to wait at the
+door. As it was, he said nothing to me, but went on; and I following
+him in my innocence through the doorway, came, at the same moment he
+did, on a scene as rare as it is by me well remembered.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p199"><img src="images/p199.png" alt="p199"></a><br>
+A SLIGHT GENTLEMAN AMBLED AND PACED IN FRONT OF A
+CHILD</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">We stood on the threshold of a wide and splendid gallery, set here and
+there with huge china vases, and hung with pictures; which even then I
+discerned to be of great beauty, and afterwards learned were of no
+less value. Letting my eyes travel down this vista, they paused
+naturally on a spot under one of the windows; where with his back to
+us and ribbons in his hands, a slight gentleman, who stooped somewhat
+and was dressed in black, ambled and paced in front of a child of four
+or five years old. The wintry sunlight which fell in cold bars on the
+floor, proved his progress to be more showy than real; nevertheless
+the child shrieked in its joy, and dancing, jerked the ribbons and
+waved a tiny whip. In answer, the gentleman whose long curled periwig
+bobbed oddly on his shoulders--he had his back to us--pranced more and
+more stoutly; though on legs a little thin and bent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A long moment I stared at this picture, little thinking on what I
+gazed; nor was it until a gentleman seated at a side table not far
+from the pair, rose hurriedly from his chair and with a guttural
+exclamation came towards us, that I remarked this third occupant of
+the gallery. When I did so, it was to discern that he was angry, and
+that my lord was taken aback and disturbed. It even seemed to me that
+my patron made a hasty movement to withdraw. Before he could do so,
+however, or I who, behind him barred the way, could take the hint, the
+gentleman in black, warned of our presence by the other's exclamation,
+turned to us, and still standing and holding the ribbons in his hands
+looked at us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had a long sallow face, which seemed the sallower for the dark
+heavy wig that fell round it; a large hooked nose and full peevish
+lips; with eyes both bright and morose. I am told that he seldom
+smiled, and never laughed, and that while the best tales of King
+Charles's Court passed round him, he would stand abstracted, or on
+occasion wither the teller by a silent nod. The Court wits who dubbed
+my Lord Nottingham, Don Dismallo, could find no worse title for him.
+Yet that he had a well of humour, deeply hidden and rarely drawn upon,
+no one could doubt who saw him approach us, a flicker of dry amusement
+in his eyes giving the lie to his pursed-up lips and the grimness of
+his visage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Grace is always welcome,&quot; he said, speaking in English a little
+broken and guttural. &quot;And yet you might have come more <i>à propos</i>, I
+confess.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A thousand pardons, sir,&quot; my lord answered, bowing until his knee
+well-nigh touched the ground. &quot;I thought that you were in your closet,
+sir, or I should have taken your pleasure before I intruded.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But you have news?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha! And this person&quot;--he looked fixedly at me--&quot;is concerned.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, my Lord Buck--&quot; and with that he turned and addressed the child
+who was still tugging at the ribbons, &quot;<i>Il faut partir!</i> Do you hear
+me, you must go? Go, <i>petit vaurien!</i> I have business.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The child looked at him boldly. &quot;<i>Faut il?</i>&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Oui! oui!</i> Say <i>merci</i>, and go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Merci, Monsieur</i>,&quot; the boy answered. And then to us with a solemn
+nod. &quot;J'ai eu sa Majesté for my chevaux!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Cheval! Cheval!&quot; corrected the gentleman in black. &quot;And be off.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_24" href="#div1Ref_24">CHAPTER XXIV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Apprised by what I heard, not only that I stood in the Gallery of
+Kensington Court--a mansion which His Majesty had lately bought from
+Lord Nottingham, and made his favourite residence--but that the
+gentleman in black whom I had found so simply employed was no other
+than the King himself, I ask you to imagine with what interest I
+looked upon him. He whom the old King of France had dubbed in bitter
+derision, the &quot;Little Squire of ----,&quot; and whom two revolutions had
+successfully created Stadtholder of Holland and Sovereign of these
+Isles, was at this time forty-six years old, already prematurely bent,
+and a prey to the asthma which afflicted his later life. Reserved in
+manner, and sombre, not to say melancholy, in aspect, hiding strong
+passions behind a pale mask of stoicism as chilling to his friends as
+it was baffling to his enemies, he was such as a youth spent under the
+eyes of watchful foes, and a manhood in the prosecution of weighty and
+secret designs, made him. Descended on the one side from William the
+Silent, on the other from the great Henry of France, he was thought to
+exhibit, in more moderate degree, the virtues and failings which
+marked those famous princes, and to represent, not in blood only, but
+in his fortunes, the two soldiers of the sixteenth century whose
+courage in disaster and skill in defeat still passed for a proverb;
+who, frequently beaten in the field, not seldom garnered the fruits of
+the campaign, and rose, Antæus-like, the stronger from every fall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That, in all stations, as a private person, a Stadtholder and a King,
+his late Majesty remembered the noble sources whence he sprang, was
+proved, I think, not only by the exactness with which his life was
+wrought to the pattern of those old mottoes of his house, <i>S&#339;vus
+tranquillus in Undis</i>, and <i>Tandem fit Surculus arbor</i>, whereof the
+former was borne, I have read, by the Taciturn, and the latter by
+Maurice of Nassau--but of two other particulars of which I beg leave
+to mention. The first was that <i>more majorum</i> he took naturally and
+from the first the lead as the champion of the Protestant religion in
+Europe; the second, that though he had his birth in a republic, and
+was called to be King by election (so that it was no uncommon thing
+for some of his subjects to put slights upon him as little more than
+their equal--ay, and though he had to bear such affronts in silence),
+he had the true spirit and pride of a King born in the purple, and by
+right divine. Insomuch that many attributed to this the gloom and
+reserve of his manners; maintaining that these were assumed less as a
+shield against the malice of his enemies, than as a cloak to abate the
+familiarity of his friends.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And certainly some in speaking of him of late years belittle his birth
+no less than his exploits, when they call him Dutch William, and the
+like; speaking in terms unworthy of a sovereign, and as if he had
+drawn his blood from that merchant race, instead of--as the fact
+was--from the princely houses of Stuart, Bourbon, Nassau, and Medici;
+and from such ancestors as the noble Coligny and King Charles the
+Martyr. But of his birth, enough.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For the rest, having a story to tell, and not history to write, I
+refrain from recalling how great he was as a statesman, how
+resourceful as a strategist, how indomitable as a commander, how
+valiant when occasion required in the pitched field. Nor is it
+necessary, seeing that before the rise of my Lord Marlborough (who
+still survives, but alas, <i>quantum mutatus ab illo!</i>) he had no rival
+in any of these capacities, nor in the first will ever be excelled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor, as a fact, looking on him in the flesh as I then did for the
+first time, can I say that I saw anything to betoken greatness, or the
+least outside evidence of the fiery spirit that twice in two great
+wars stayed all the power of Louis and of France; that saved Holland;
+that united all Europe in three great leagues; finally, that leaping
+the bounds of the probable, won a kingdom, only to hold it cheap, and
+a means to farther ends. I say I saw in him not the least trace of
+this, but only a plain, thin, grave, and rather peevish gentleman, in
+black and a large wig, who coughed much between his words, spoke with
+a foreign accent, and often lapsed into French or some strange tongue.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He waited until the door had fallen to behind the child, and the long
+gallery lay silent, and then bade my lord speak. &quot;I breathe better
+here,&quot; he said. &quot;I hate small rooms. What is the news you have
+brought?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No good news, sir,&quot; my patron answered. &quot;And yet I can scarcely call
+it bad. In the country it will have a good effect.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Bien!</i> But what is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have seen Ferguson, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then you have seen a d----d scoundrel!&quot; the King exclaimed, with an
+energy I had not expected from him; and, indeed, such outbreaks were
+rare with him. &quot;He is arrested, then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, sir,&quot; the Duke answered. &quot;I trust, however, that he will be
+before night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But if he be free, how came you in his company?&quot; the King asked,
+somewhat sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord hesitated, and seemed for a moment at a loss how to answer.
+Being behind him, I could not see his face, but I fancied that he grew
+red, and that the fourth person present, a stout, burly gentleman,
+marked with the small-pox, who had advanced and now stood near the
+King, was hard put to it not to smile. At last, &quot;I received a letter,
+sir,&quot; my lord said, speaking stiffly and with constraint, &quot;purporting
+to come from a third person----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah!&quot; said the King, drawling the word, and nodding dry comprehension.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On the faith of which, believing it to be from that other--if you
+understand, sir----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I understand perfectly,&quot; said the King, and coughed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was induced,&quot; my lord said doggedly, &quot;to give the villain a
+meeting. And learned, sir, partly from him, and partly from this man
+here&quot;--this more freely--&quot;enough to corroborate the main particulars
+of Mr. Prendergast's story.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah?&quot; said the King. &quot;Good. And the particulars?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That Sir George Barclay, the person mentioned by Mr. Prendergast, is
+giving nightly rendezvous in Covent Garden to persons mainly from
+France, who are being formed by him into a band; the design, as stated
+by Prendergast, to fall on your Majesty's person in the lane between
+Fulham Green and the river on your returning from hunting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does he agree as to the names?&quot; the King asked, looking at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He knows no names, sir,&quot; the Duke answered, &quot;but he saw a number of
+the conspirators at the Seven Stars in Covent Garden last night, and
+heard them speak openly of a hunting party; with other things pointing
+the same way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Was Barclay there?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He can speak to a person who I think can be identified as Barclay,&quot;
+my lord answered. &quot;He cannot speak to Charnock----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is the Oxford man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir--or Porter, or King; or the others by those names. But he
+can speak to two of them under the names by which Prendergast said
+that they were passing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>C'est tout!</i> Well, it does not seem to me to be so simple!&quot; the King
+said with a touch of impatience. &quot;What is this person's name, and who
+is he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke told him that I had been Ferguson's tool.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That rogue is in it then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is privy to it,&quot; the Duke answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His Majesty shrugged his shoulders, as if the answer annoyed him. &quot;You
+English draw fine distinctions,&quot; he said. &quot;Whatever you do, however,
+let us have no repetition of the Lancashire fiasco. You will bear that
+in mind, my lord, if you please. Another of Taafe's pseudo plots would
+do us more harm in the country than the loss of a battle in Flanders.
+Faugh! we have knaves at home, but you have a breed here--your Oates's
+and your Taafes and your Fullers--for whom breaking on the wheel is
+too good!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There are rogues, sir, in all countries,&quot; my lord answered somewhat
+tartly. &quot;I do not know that we have a monopoly of them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The Duke of Shrewsbury is right there, sir,&quot; the gentleman behind the
+King who had not yet spoken, struck in, in a good-natured tone. &quot;They
+are things of which there is no scarcity anywhere. I remember----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Taisez! Taisez!</i>&quot; cried the King brusquely, cutting short his
+reminiscences--whereat the gentleman, smiling imperturbably, took
+snuff. &quot;Tell me this. Is Sir John Fenwick implicated?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There may be evidence against him,&quot; my lord answered cautiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King sneered openly. &quot;Yes,&quot; he said. &quot;I see Porter and Goodman and
+Charnock are guilty! But when it touches one of yourselves, my lord,
+then 'There is evidence against him,' or 'It is a case of suspicion,'
+or--oh, you all hang together!&quot; And pursing up his lips he looked
+sourly at us. &quot;You all hang together!&quot; he repeated. &quot;I stand to be
+shot at--<i>c'est dommage</i>. But touch a noble, and <i>Gare la Noblesse!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You do us an injustice, sir,&quot; my lord cried warmly. &quot;I will answer
+for it----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, I do you an injustice, do I?&quot; the King said, disregarding his
+last words. &quot;Of course I do! Of course you are all faithful, most
+faithful. You have all taken the oath. But I tell you, my Lord
+Shrewsbury, the King to whom you swore allegiance, the King crowned in
+'89 was not William the Third, but Noblesse the first! <i>La Noblesse!</i>
+Yes, my lord, you may look at me, and as angrily as you like; but it
+was so. <i>Par dieu et diable</i>, you tie my hands! You tie my hands, you
+cling to my sword, you choke my purse! I had as much power in Holland
+as I have here. And more! And more!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He would have gone farther, and with the same candour I think; but at
+that the gentleman who had interrupted him before, struck in again,
+addressing him rapidly in what I took to be Dutch, and doubtless
+pointing out the danger of too great openness. At any rate I took that
+to be the gist of his words, not only from his manner, but from the
+fact that when he had done--the King looking gloomy and answering
+nothing--he turned to my lord.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The King trusts your Grace,&quot; he said bluntly. &quot;He has never said as
+much to an Englishman before. I am sure that the trust is well placed
+and that his Majesty's feelings will go no farther.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke bowed. &quot;Your Majesty authorises me to take the necessary
+steps then,&quot; he said, speaking somewhat drily, but otherwise ignoring
+what had passed. &quot;To secure your safety, sir, as well as to arrest the
+guilty, no time should be lost. Warrants should be issued immediately,
+and these persons taken up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Before Ferguson can warn them,&quot; the King said in his ordinary tone.
+&quot;Yes, see to it, my lord; and let the Council be recalled. The guards,
+too, should be doubled, and the regiment Prendergast mentioned
+displaced. Cutts must look to that, and do you, my lord,&quot; he continued
+rapidly, addressing the gentleman beside him, whom I now conjectured
+to be Lord Portland, &quot;fetch him hither and lose no time. Take one of
+my coaches. It is a plot, if all be true, should do us good in the
+country. And that, I think, is your Grace's opinion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It should, sir. Doubtless, sir, we English have our faults; but we
+are not fond of assassins.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you are confident that tins is no bubble?&quot; the King said
+thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir, I am.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">By this time Lord Portland had withdrawn through a door at the farther
+end of the gallery. The King, taking a turn this way and that, with
+his hands clasped behind him, and his head bent low, so that his great
+wig almost hid his features, seemed to be lost in thought. After
+waiting a moment the Duke coughed, and this failing to attract the
+King's attention, he ventured to address him. &quot;There is another matter
+I have to mention to you, sir,&quot; he said, with a touch of constraint in
+his tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King paused in his walk, and looked sharply at him. &quot;Ah, of
+course,&quot; he said, nodding. &quot;Did you see Lord Middleton.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke could not hide a start. &quot;Lord Middleton, sir?&quot; he faltered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King smiled coldly. &quot;The letter,&quot; he said, &quot;was from him, I
+suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord rallied himself. &quot;No, sir, it was not,&quot; he answered, with a
+flash of spirit. &quot;It purported to be from him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet you went--wherever you went--thinking to see him?&quot; his Majesty
+continued, smiling rather disagreeably.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I did,&quot; my lord answered, his tone betraying his agitation. &quot;But to
+do nothing to the prejudice of your service, sir, and what I could to
+further your interests--short of giving him up. He is my relative.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King shrugged his shoulders.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And for years,&quot; my lord cried warmly, &quot;was my intimate friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King shrugged his shoulders again. &quot;We have fought that out
+before,&quot; he said, with a sigh of weariness. &quot;And more than once. For
+the rest in that connection and whatever others may say, Lord
+Shrewsbury has no ground to complain of me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have cause, sir, to do far otherwise!&quot; the Duke answered in a tone
+suddenly changed and so full of emotion that it was not difficult to
+discern that he had forgotten my presence; which was not wonderful, as
+I stood behind him in the shadow of the doorway, whither out of
+modesty I had retreated. &quot;God knows I remember it!&quot; he continued.
+&quot;Were it not for that, if I were not bound to your Majesty by more
+than common ties of gratitude, I should not be to-day in a service
+which--for which I am unfit! The daily duties of which, performed by
+other men with indifference or appetite, fill me with pity and
+distaste! the risks attending which--I speak without ceremony,
+sir--make me play the coward with myself a hundred times a day!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Cæsar,&quot; the King said quietly, &quot;lets none but Cæsar call him coward.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Kindly as the words were uttered, and in a tone differing much from
+that which the King had hitherto used, the Duke took no heed of them.
+&quot;Others wish for my place; God knows I wish they had it!&quot; he cried,
+his agitation growing rather than decreasing. &quot;Every hour, sir, I pray
+to be quit of the faction and perjury in which I live! Every hour I
+loathe more deeply the work I have to do and the people with whom I
+have to do it. I never go to my office but my gorge rises; nor leave
+it but I see the end. And yet I must stay in it! I must stay in it! I
+tell you, sir,&quot; he continued impetuously, &quot;on the day that you burned
+those letters you but freed me from one slavery to fling me into
+another!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet an honest one!&quot; said the King in a peculiar tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord threw up his hands. &quot;You have a right to say that, sir. But if
+anyone else--or, no I--I forget myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Something has disturbed you,&quot; said the King intervening with much
+kindness. &quot;Take time! And in the meanwhile, listen to me. As to the
+general distaste you express for my service, I will not, and I do not,
+do you the injustice to attribute it--whatever you say yourself--to
+your fears of what may happen in a possible event; I mean, <i>l'ancien
+régime restitué</i>. If such fears weighed so heavily with you, you would
+neither have signed the Invitation to me, nor come to me eight years
+ago. But I take it with perhaps some apprehensions of this kind, you
+have--and this is the real gist of the matter--a natural distaste for
+affairs, and a natural proneness to be on good terms with all, rogues
+as well as good men. It irks you to sign a death-warrant, to send one
+to Newgate, and another to--bah, I forget the names of your prisons;
+to know that your friends abroad are not as well placed at St.
+Germain's as they were at St. James's! You have no care to push an
+advantage, no anxiety to ruin a rival; you would rather trust a man
+than bind him. In a word, my lord, you have no taste for public life
+in dangerous and troubled times such as these; although perforce you
+have played a high part in it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir!&quot; the Duke cried, with an anxiety and eagerness that touched me,
+&quot;you know me better than I know myself. You see my failings, my
+unfitness; and surely, seeing them so clearly, you will not refuse
+to----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Release you?&quot; the King said smiling. &quot;That does not follow. For
+consider, my lord, you are not the only one in the world who pursues
+perforce a path for which he has little taste. To be King of England
+has a higher sound than to be Stadtholder of Holland. But to be a King
+and no King; to see your way clearly and be thwarted by those who see
+no fool of the field; to have France by the throat and be baffled for
+the lack of ten thousand men or a million guilders; above all, to be
+served by men who have made use of you--who have one foot on either
+shore, and having betrayed their old Master to gain their ends, would
+now betray you to save their necks. This, too, forms no bed of roses!
+But I lie on it! I lie on it!&quot; he concluded phlegmatically; and as he
+spoke he took a pinch of snuff. &quot;In fine, my lord,&quot; he continued, &quot;to
+be high, or what the world calls high, is to be unhappy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke sighed. &quot;You, sir, have those qualities which fit you for
+your part,&quot; he said sadly. &quot;I have not.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have I?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King said no more, but the gesture with which he held out his
+hands, as if he bade the other mark his feebleness, his short breath,
+his hacking cough, his pallor, had more meaning than many words. &quot;No,
+my lord,&quot; he continued after a pause, &quot;I cannot release you. I cannot
+afford to release you, because I cannot afford to release the one man
+who does not day by day betray me, and who never has betrayed me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would to heaven that you could say that!&quot; the Duke cried, much
+moved.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can, my friend,&quot; the King answered, with a gesture of kindness. &quot;It
+was nothing, and it is forgotten. I have long ceased to think of it.
+But, <i>c'est vrai!</i> I remember when I say I can trust no one else. I do
+my good Somers an injustice. He is a dry man, however, like myself,
+and poor company, and does not count for much.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord, contending with his feelings, did not answer, and the King
+who, while speaking, had seated himself in a high-backed chair, in
+which he looked frailer and more feeble than when on his legs, let a
+minute elapse before he resumed in a different and brisker tone, &quot;And
+now tell me what has troubled our good Secretary to-day?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The Duke of Berwick, sir, is in London.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To my astonishment, and I have no doubt to the Duke's, the King merely
+nodded. &quot;Ah!&quot; he said. &quot;Is he in this pretty plot, then?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I think not,&quot; the Duke answered. &quot;But I should suppose----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That he is here to take advantage of it,&quot; the King said. &quot;Well, he is
+his uncle's own nephew. I suppose Ferguson sold him--as he has sold
+every one all his life?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir. But not, I think, with the intention that I should carry
+out the bargain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Eh?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is a long tale, sir,&quot; the Duke said rather wearily. &quot;And having
+given your Majesty the information----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need not tell the tale? Well, no, for I can guess it!&quot; the King
+answered. &quot;The old rogue, I suppose, was for ruining you with me if
+you hid the news; and for damning you with King James if you informed:
+which latter he did not think likely, but that instead he would have a
+hold on you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke in a tone of much surprise acknowledged that he had guessed
+rightly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, it was a pretty dilemma,&quot; said the King with a sort of gusto.
+&quot;And where is M. FitzJames in hiding?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At Dr. Lloyd's in Hogsden Gardens,&quot; my lord answered. But he could
+not conceal his gloom.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He must be arrested,&quot; said the King. &quot;A warrant must be issued. Will
+you see to it with the others?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord assented; but with such a sigh that it required no wizard to
+discern both the cloud that hung over him, and also that now he had
+done what Ferguson had dared him to do, the consequences lay heavy on
+him. The King, after considering him a moment with a singular
+expression, between amusement and reproach, broke the silence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;See here, my lord,&quot; he said with good nature. &quot;I will tell you what
+to do. Sit down now, and here, and write a line to Monsieur, bidding
+him begone; and send it by a private hand, and the warrant by a
+messenger an hour later.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke stared at the King in astonishment. &quot;But he will escape,
+sir,&quot; he faltered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So much the better,&quot; the King answered indifferently. &quot;If we take him
+what are we to do with him? Besides, to tell you the truth, my lord,
+he did me a great service eight years ago.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; said the King smiling. &quot;He induced his father to fly the
+country, when, if he had stayed--but you know that story. So do you
+warn him, and the sooner he is beyond La Manche the better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke looked unhappy. &quot;I dare not do it, sir,&quot; he said at last,
+after a pause.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Dare not do it? When I authorise it? Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, sir. Because if I were impeached by the Commons----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King shrugged his shoulders.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah, these safeguards!&quot; he muttered. &quot;These town councils, and
+provincial councils, and States-General! And now these Commons and
+Lords! Shall I ever be quit of them? Well, there is but one way then.
+I must do it. If they impeach me, I go back to Loo; and they may stew
+in their own juice!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He rose with that, and moving stiffly to the table at which Lord
+Portland had been writing when we entered, he sought for and found a
+pen. Then sitting in the chair which the Groom of the Stole had left
+vacant, he tore a slip of paper from a folio before him and, writing
+some lines on it--about six, as far as I could judge--handed the paper
+to the Duke, who had remained standing at a formal distance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Voilà, Monsieur,&quot; he said. &quot;Will that suit your lordship?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke took it respectfully and looked at it. &quot;But, sir, it is in my
+name!&quot; he cried, aghast. &quot;And bears my signature.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Eh, bien</i>, why not?&quot; his Majesty answered lightly. &quot;The name is the
+name of Jacob, but the hand is the hand of Esau. Take it and send it
+by a trusty messenger. Perhaps the man who came with you, and
+who--pheugh, my lord! I had forgotten that this person was here! We
+have spoken too freely.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The oath which the Duke let fall as he turned, and the face of dismay
+and anger with which he gazed on me, were proof enough that he shared
+the King's opinion, as he had shared his mistake. For a moment, the
+two glaring at me with equal disgust and vexation, I thought I should
+sink into the floor. Then the King beckoned me to come forward, and I
+obeyed him.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_25" href="#div1Ref_25">CHAPTER XXV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">The odd and unexpected glimpse of generosity which the King had
+allowed to escape him, in his interview with the Duke, somewhat
+lessened the fears I must otherwise have entertained at that moment.
+To which must be added that I am one of those who, when violence and
+physical danger are not in question, retain a fair mastery of their
+minds. Nevertheless, I am free to confess that as I went forward, I
+wished myself anywhere else in the world, and would have sacrificed
+half my remaining economies to be seated, pen in hand, and obscurely
+safe, in Mr. Brome's room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the thing took a turn which relieved me when I least expected it.
+As I approached, the chagrin in the King's face gave place to a look
+of surprise; and that again, but more slowly, to one of intelligence.
+&quot;Ah! <i>Je me trompais!</i>&quot; he muttered rapidly. &quot;What did you say his
+name was?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Price,&quot; the Duke answered, continuing to glower at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Price? <i>Ah, cela va sans dire!</i> But--he is a cadet--a dependent? He
+is in some way connected--how do you say it--related to your family!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To mine, sir!&quot; the Duke exclaimed in a voice of the utmost
+astonishment; and he drew himself up as if the King had pricked him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>N'est-ce pas ça?</i>&quot; his Majesty replied, looking from one to the
+other of us. &quot;Yet he has so much a look of you that it might be
+possible in some lights to take him for your grace, were he
+differently dressed!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke looked purely offended. &quot;Your Majesty is under a strange
+misapprehension,&quot; he said, very stiffly. &quot;If this person resembles
+me--of which I was not aware--I know nothing of the cause; and the
+likeness for what it is worth, must be accidental. As a fact, I never
+saw him but once before in my life, sir, and that perfectly by
+chance.&quot; And he very briefly related the circumstances under which we
+came together.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King listened to the story, but as if he scarcely believed it; and
+he smiled when the Duke came to tell how he allowed me to escape.
+Then, &quot;And you have never seen him from that day to this?&quot; he said
+incredulously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Never!&quot; said the Duke, positively. &quot;But it is not my intention to
+lose sight of him again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah?&quot; the King said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have not told you, sir, all that happened,&quot; the Duke continued,
+reading, I think, the King's thoughts, &quot;But briefly. Mr. Ferguson, who
+has come to be little short of a madman, drew a pistol on me at the
+close of our interview; and but for his friend here--who had been
+placed to listen, but at that broke from his place of hiding and
+knocked up the muzzle, so that it exploded harmlessly--I should have
+come off ill.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I not much better,&quot; the King said, nodding and looking grave.
+&quot;You are unhurt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, that puts another face on it; and if you are retaining him
+beside you, what he has now heard will be of the less importance. Hark
+you, my friend,&quot; he continued, addressing me, &quot;can you keep your mouth
+shut?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said humbly that I could and would.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, <i>Taisez! Taisez!</i>&quot; he answered emphatically. &quot;And take this
+letter to Hogsden Gardens to Bishop Lloyd's. See Bishop Lloyd and put
+it in his hands. Say nothing, give no message, but go to your master's
+in St. James's Square. Will you seal it, Duke, with a plain seal?
+Good. And go you out, man, by the way you came in, and answer no
+questions. And now for the council and the warrants, my lord. We have
+lost too much time already!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To say that I went from the presence without knowing how I did it, and
+when I reached the courtyard had no more idea how I had gained it, or
+by what staircase I had descended, than if I had been blind, is but
+the truth; nor is it to be wondered at when the amazing thing which
+had happened to me is in the least degree taken into consideration. In
+truth I walked on air and saw nothing, I was so deeply overjoyed; and
+though it is certain that as I went out I met one and another, passed
+the sentries, and ran the gauntlet of curious eyes--for who that quits
+a court escapes that ordeal?--I was no more conscious of the
+observations made upon me, or the surprise I excited as I went by,
+than if I had really walked in the clouds. Issuing from the gates I
+took by instinct rather than design the road to London, and hugging to
+my breast the letter which the King--the King!--had entrusted to me,
+made the best of my way towards Tyburn.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had been wiser had I gone by the other road through the village and
+taken the first coach I found; there are commonly one or two at
+Kensington waiting to carry passengers to London. But in the fluster
+of my spirits, I did not measure the distance I had to go, or the time
+I should consume in walking. My main anxiety for the moment was to be
+alone; alone, and at leisure to probe my fortune and success, and
+appreciate both the relief and the good luck I had compassed. I could
+have sung as I walked; I could have skipped and danced; and a gleam of
+sunshine breaking the March sky, and gilding the leafless arms of the
+trees and the flat green pastures that border the road north of Hyde
+Park, I was moved to raise my hat and look upwards and reverently
+thank Providence for this wonderful instance of its goodness, which I
+had not had the heart to do for some time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">When I descended a little to earth--a step which was hastened by a
+flash of recollection that showed me Ferguson's niece waiting at
+Clerkenwell Gate, a little figure, forlorn and desolate, yet with eyes
+of wrath and a face puckered with determination--when I came I say a
+little to myself and to think of Hogsden Gardens, and remembered that
+it lay on the farther side of town by Bunhill Fields, I was already at
+Tyburn turning; and it seemed to be no longer worth while to ride. The
+day was on the wane, and the road thence to St. Giles's Pound was
+lively with persons come out to take the air, through whom I threaded
+my way at a good pace, and coming to Holborn without mishap, turned up
+Cow Lane, and so got speedily to Smithfield, and across the market to
+Long Lane, knowing my way so far without having need to ask.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here, however, I took sudden fright. My mind, which as I walked had
+been busy with the girl and the steps I should take to find her--if
+indeed I wished to find her, about which I was puzzled, the
+surrounding circumstances being so different--was invaded by the
+notion that I had been long on the road. To this was added next moment
+the reflection that messengers sent to arrest the Duke could by taking
+a coach forestall me. The thought threw me into a hot fit, which
+increased on me when I considered that I did not know the remainder of
+the road, and might waste much time in tracing it. Naturally my first
+impulse in this strait was to seek a guide; but Long Lane by
+Smithfield is only one degree better than Whetstone Park, and I shrank
+from applying to the sots and drabs who stood at the doors and
+corners, or lounged out of the patched windows, and, lazily or rudely,
+watched me go by.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In this difficulty, and growing the more diffident and alarmed the
+more slowly I walked, I looked about eagerly for some person, of
+passable aspect, of whom I could enquire. I saw none, and my uncertain
+glances and loitering steps were beginning to draw on me advances
+and an attention that were anything but welcome, when, reaching a
+corner where an alley, now removed--I think it was then called Dog
+Alley--runs out of Long Lane, I saw a man, decently habited, come out
+of a house a little way down the alley. He closed the door sharply
+behind him, and, as I looked, went off in the opposite direction.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Here was my opportunity. Without losing a moment I ran after him, and
+he, hearing my steps, turned; and we came face to face. Then, when it
+was too late to retreat, I saw with unutterable dismay that the man I
+had stopped was no stranger, but the person who had dressed me up the
+night before and taken me to the mysterious house in the suburbs; the
+man called Smith whom I had first seen under the Piazza in Covent
+Garden, and again in Ferguson's room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To come face to face with anyone of the gang with the knowledge that I
+had but now left the palace after informing against them was of itself
+enough to make my knees tremble under me. But of this man, though his
+civil treatment had been in pleasant contrast to Ferguson's brutality,
+I had conceived an instinctive dread, based as much on his silence and
+reserve and a sort of strict power with which I credited him, as on
+his contemptuous treatment of my tyrant. In a word, had I come on
+Ferguson himself I could scarcely have been more overcome.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On hearing my footsteps he had turned on me very sharply, with the air
+of a man who had no mind to be followed, and no taste for followers.
+But on seeing who it was his face grew light and he whistled his
+surprise. &quot;I was on my way to you,&quot; he said, &quot;and here you are. That
+is good luck. I suppose Ferguson sent you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I stammered, avoiding his eyes, and wondering, with inward
+quakings, what was going to happen to me. &quot;I--I lost my road.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh!&quot; said he, and looked keenly at me. &quot;Lost your road, did you?
+Well, it was very much to the purpose, as it happened. May I ask where
+you were going?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I shifted my feet uneasily. &quot;To Bunhill Fields,&quot; I said, naming the
+first place of which I could think.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah!&quot; he answered, with apparent carelessness, and though it seemed
+scarcely possible he should fail to observe the heat and disorder into
+which his presence had thrown me, he made no sign. &quot;Well, you are not
+far out,&quot; he continued, &quot;and I will come with you. When you have done
+your errand we will talk over my business. This way. I know this end
+of the town well. And so it was not Ferguson,&quot; he added with a sharp
+look at me, &quot;who sent you after me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor his errand that brought you here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said again, my mouth dry. &quot;And I need not give you the trouble
+to come with me. I shall be taking you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Out of my way? Not at all,&quot; he answered briskly. &quot;And it is no
+trouble. Come along, my friend.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I dared say no more, nor show farther reluctance; and so, with feet
+like lead and eyes roving furtively for a way of escape, I turned and
+went with him. Nay, it was not my feet only that were weighted; the
+letter, and my consciousness of it, lay so heavy on my mind that it
+was like lead in the pocket.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was indeed in a strait now! And in one so difficult I could discern
+no way out of it; for though I could in part, and in part only,
+command my countenance, I failed absolutely to command my thoughts,
+which did nothing but revolve tumultuously about the words, &quot;What am I
+to do? What am I to do?&quot; words that seemed written in red letters on
+my brain. Only one thing was clear to me in the confusion, and that
+was the urgent necessity I lay under of hiding my errand, the
+disclosure of which must carry with it the disclosure of the place
+whence I came and the company I had been keeping. With time to think
+and coolness to distinguish I should doubtless have seen the
+possibility of announcing my errand to the Duke, yet laying it on
+Ferguson's shoulders; but pushed for time and unable at a pinch to
+weigh all the issues, I could form no determination, much less one
+leading to so daring a step. After one denial, that is.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In the meantime we moved on; and at first my companion seemed to be
+unconscious of my sluggish pace and my perturbation. But presently I
+felt rather than saw that from minute to minute he glanced at me
+askance, and that after each of these inspections he laughed silently.
+The knowledge that I lay under this observation immeasurably increased
+my embarrassment. I could no longer put a fair face on the matter, but
+every time he looked at me looked away guiltily, unable to support his
+eyes. This presently grew so insupportable that to escape from my
+embarrassment I coughed and affected to choke.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have a cold, I am afraid,&quot; he said, scarcely concealing the sneer
+in his tone. &quot;And yet you look warm. You must have walked fast, my
+friend?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered that I had.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To overtake me, perhaps! It was good of you,&quot; he said in the same
+tone of secret badinage. &quot;But we are here. What part of the Fields do
+you want? Whitecross Street?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then it must be Baxter's Rents.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Bunhill Row?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No? Well, there is not much else here,&quot; he said; and he shrugged his
+shoulders, &quot;except the Fields and the burial-ground. Your business
+does not lie with the latter, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said faintly. And we stood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At another time I must have shuddered at the dreary expanse on this
+uttermost fringe of the town that stretched before us under a waning
+light; an expanse of waste land broken only by the wall of the
+burial-ground, or the chimney of a brick-kiln, and bordered, where its
+limits were visible, by half-built houses, and squatter huts, and vast
+piles of refuse. Ugly as the prospect was, however, and far from
+reassuring to the timorous, I asked nothing better than to look at it.
+and look at it, and continue to look at it. But Mr. Smith, who did not
+understand this mood, turned with an impatient laugh.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I suppose that you did not come here to look at that,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Like a fool I jumped at the absurd, the flimsy pretext.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said. &quot;I--I merely came to take the air.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The moment the words were spoken I trembled at my audacity. But he
+took it better than I expected, for he merely paused to stare at me,
+and then chuckled grimly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; he said, &quot;then, now that you have taken the air let us go
+back. Have you anything to object to that, Mr. Taylor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I could find nothing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will come with you,&quot; he continued. &quot;I want to see Ferguson, and we
+can settle my business there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But this only presented to me a dreadful vision of Ferguson, released
+from his bonds, and mad with rage and the desire to avenge himself;
+and I stopped short.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am not going there,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No? Then where, may I ask, are you going?&quot; he answered, watching me
+with a placid amusement, which made it as clear as the daylight, that
+he saw through my evasions. &quot;Where is it my lord's pleasure to go?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To Brome's, in Fleet Street,&quot; I said hoarsely. And if he had had his
+back to me at that instant, and I a knife in my hand, I could have run
+him through! For as I said it, and he with mocking suavity assented,
+and we stepped out together to return the way we had come through Long
+Lane--over which the sky hung low in a dull yellow haze, the last of
+the western light--I had a swift and stinging recollection of the King
+and my lord, and the letter, and the passage of time; and could have
+sprung from his side, and poured out curses on him in the impotence of
+my rage and impatience. For the hour of grace which the King had
+granted was gone, and a second was passing, and still the letter that
+should warn the Duke of Berwick lay in my pocket, and I saw no chance
+of delivering it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That Smith discerned the chagrin which this enforced companionship
+caused me--though not the ground of it--was as plain as that the fact
+gave him pleasure of no common kind. I had no longer such a command of
+my features that I could trust myself to look at him; but I was
+conscious, using some other sense, that he frequently looked at me,
+and always after these inspections, smiled like a man who finds
+something to his taste. And I hated him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How long with these feelings I could have borne to go with him, or
+what I should have done in the last resort had he continued the same
+tactics, remains unproved; for at the same corner half-way down Long
+Lane, where I had first espied him, he paused. &quot;I want to go in here,&quot;
+he said coolly. &quot;I need only detain you a moment, Mr. Taylor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will wait for you,&quot; I muttered, tingling all over with sudden hope.
+While he was inside I could run for it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well,&quot; he said. &quot;This way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I fancied that he suspected nothing, and that perhaps I had been wrong
+throughout; and overjoyed I went with him to the door of the house
+from which I had seen him emerge; my intention being to begone hotfoot
+the instant his back was turned. The house was three-storied high,
+narrow and commonplace, one of a row not long built, and but partially
+inhabited. Apparently he was at home there, for taking a key from his
+pocket, he opened the door; and stood aside for me to enter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will wait,&quot; I muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Very well. Yon can wait inside,&quot; he answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">If I had been wise I should have turned there and then, in the open
+street, and taking to my heels have run for my life and stayed for
+nothing. But, partly fool and partly craven, clinging to a hope which
+was scarcely a belief, that when he went upstairs or into another
+room, I might stealthily unlatch the door and begone, I let myself be
+persuaded; and I entered. The moment I had done so, he whipped out the
+key and thrusting the door to with his shoulder, locked it on the
+inside.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then the man threw off all disguise. He turned with a laugh of triumph
+to where I stood trembling in the half-dark passage. &quot;Now,&quot; he said,
+&quot;we will have that letter, if you please, Mr. Taylor. I have a fancy
+to see what is in it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The letter!&quot; I faltered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, the letter!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have no letter,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Tut-tut, letter or no letter, out with it! Do you think I could not
+see you touching your breast every half minute, to make sure that you
+had it safe--and not know what was in the wind! You are a poor
+plotter, Mr. Taylor, and I doubt if you will ever be of any use to me.
+But come, out with it! Unless you want me to be rough with you. Out
+with whatever it is you have there, and no tricks!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had a way with him when he spoke in that tone, not loudly but
+between his teeth, his eyes at the same time growing towards one
+another, that was worse than Ferguson's pistol; and I was alone with
+him in an empty house. Some, who would have done what I did, may blame
+me; but in the main the world is sensible, and I shall forfeit no
+prudent man's esteem when I confess that, after one attempt at evasion
+which he met by wrenching my coat open, and thrusting me against the
+wail so violently that my head spun again, I gave up the letter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I warn you! I warn you!&quot; I cried, in a paroxysm of rage and grief.
+&quot;It is for the Duke of Berwick, and if you open it----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For the Duke of Berwick?&quot; he answered, pausing and gazing at me with
+his finger on the seal. &quot;Why, you fool, why did you not tell me that
+before? From whom? From that scum, Ferguson?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From the Duke of Shrewsbury,&quot; I cried, rendered reckless by my rage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; he cried, in a voice of extraordinary surprise.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p225"><img src="images/p225.png" alt="p225"></a><br>
+&quot;NOW WE WILL HAVE THAT LETTER, IF YOU PLEASE&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From the Duke of Shrewsbury,&quot; I repeated; thinking that he had not
+understood me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My God!&quot; he said, with a deep breath. &quot;And have I caught the fox at
+last!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are more likely to be caught yourself!&quot; I answered, furiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, his words were a puzzle to me; but his tone of slow
+growing, almost incredulous triumph told something. Taking very little
+heed of me, and merely signing to me to follow him, he sprang up the
+stairs, and opening a door led the way into a back-room bare and
+miserable, but lighted by the last yellow glow of the western sky. It
+was possible to read here, and without a moment's hesitation he broke
+the seal of the letter, and tearing the packet open, read the
+contents.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That the perusal gave him immense satisfaction his face, which in the
+level light, cast by the window, seemed to gleam with unholy joy, was
+witness, no less than his movements. Flourishing the letter in
+uncontrollable excitement he twice strode the floor, muttering
+unformed sentences. Then he looked at the paper again and his jaw
+fell. &quot;But it is not his hand!&quot; he cried, staring at it in very plain
+dismay. And then recovering himself afresh, &quot;No matter,&quot; he said. &quot;It
+is his name, and the veriest fool would have used another hand. Is it
+yours? Did you write it, blockhead?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No! But now I think of it--thousand devils, how came you by it? By
+this--eh?&quot; he rapped out. &quot;This letter? What d----d hocus pocus is
+here? What have you to do with the Duke of Shrewsbury, that he makes
+you his messenger?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He bent his brows on me, and I knew that I had never been in greater
+danger in my life. Yet something of evil came to me in this extremity.
+Comprehending that if I said I came from Kensington I might expect the
+worst, I lied to him; yet used the truth where it suited me. &quot;The Duke
+came to Ferguson's,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To Ferguson's?&quot; he answered, staring at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, and bade him get that to the Duke, for his lodging was known and
+warrants would be out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith clapped his hands together softly. &quot;What!&quot; he cried. &quot;Is he in
+it as deep as that? Oh, the cunning! Oh, the cunning of him! And
+I to be going to all this trouble, and close on despair at that!
+And--Ferguson gave you the letter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They both did.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That old fox, too! And I was beginning to think him a bygone! Yet he
+beats us all! he beats us all! Or he would have beaten us if he
+had not trusted this silly. But I am forgetting. The Duke must be
+warned--if he has not started. When was this given to you, Mr. Trusty
+Taylor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Two hours ago,&quot; I said, sullenly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was pleased to see that that alarmed him. &quot;You fool!&quot; he said, &quot;why
+did you not tell me at once what you had got, and whither you were
+going? If the Duke is taken it will lie at your door. And if he is
+saved, it will be to my credit.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will come with you,&quot; I said, plucking up a spirit as I saw him
+about to leave.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, you will not,&quot; he answered, drily. &quot;I am much obliged to you, but
+I prefer to gain the credit and tell the tale my own way. You will
+stay here, Mr. Taylor, and when the Duke is away I'll come and release
+you. In the meantime I would advise you to keep quiet. Hoity-toity,
+what is this?&quot; he continued, as in my despair I tried to push by him,
+&quot;Go back, you fool, or it will be the worse for you. You are <i>not</i>
+going out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And, resisting all my appeals and remonstrances, he thrust me forcibly
+from the door; and whipping outside it, locked it on me. In vain I
+hammered on it with my fist and called after him, and threatened him.
+He clattered unheeding down the stair, and I heard the house-door
+slammed and locked. I listened a moment, but all remained quiet; and
+then, wild with rage, I turned to the window, thinking that by that
+way I might still escape. Alas, it looked only into a walled yard, and
+was strongly barred to boot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">God knows I thought myself then the most unlucky of men; a man ruined
+when on the point of a great and seemingly assured success. I flung
+myself down in my despair, and could have dashed my head against the
+boards. But presently, in the midst of my bewailing myself, and when
+the first convulsive fit of rage was abating, a new thought brought me
+to my feet in a panic. What if Smith, before he returned, fell in with
+Ferguson? The meeting was the more probable, inasmuch as, if Ferguson
+succeeded in freeing himself, he was as likely to hasten to the Duke
+of Berwick to warn him as to do anything else. At any rate I was not
+inclined to sit weighing the chances nicely, but hastening frantically
+to the door, I tried it with knee and shoulder. To my joy it yielded
+somewhat; on which, throwing caution aside, I drew back and flung
+myself against it with all my weight. The lock gave way, and the door
+flying open, I came near to falling headlong down the stairs.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still, I had succeeded. But I soon found that I was little nearer
+freedom than before. The passage was now dark, and the house-door,
+when I found my way to it, resisted all my efforts. This drove me to
+seek another egress, which it was far from easy to find. At length,
+and by dint of groping about, I hit on a door which led into a
+downstairs room; it was unlocked and I entered, feeling before me with
+my hands. The darkness, the silence of the empty house, and my hurry,
+formed a situation to appal the boldest; but I was desperate, and
+extending my arms I trod cautiously across the room to where the
+window should be, and sought for and found the shutters. I tried the
+bar, and to my joy felt it swing. I let it down softly and dragged the
+shutters open, and sweating at every pore, saw through the leaded
+panes the dark dull lane outside, with a faint light from a
+neighbouring window falling on the wall opposite.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p230"><img src="images/p230.png" alt="p230"></a><br>
+I SAW A MAN HAD COME TO A STAND BEFORE THE DOOR</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">I was seeking for a part of the window that opened, and wondering
+whether, failing that, I should have the courage to burst the casement
+and run for it, when a step approaching along the lane set my heart
+beating. The step came nearer and paused, and peering out, my face
+nearer the glass, I saw a man had come to a stand before the door. I
+looked, and then, to say that my knees quivered under me but faintly
+expresses the terror I felt! For as the man moved he brought himself
+within the circle of light I have mentioned, and at the same time he
+raised his face, doubtless after searching in his pocket for the key;
+and through the glass my eyes met those of Ferguson.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_26" href="#div1Ref_26">CHAPTER XXVI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">If, a few minutes before, I had thought myself the most unlucky of men
+and placed by that which had already happened beyond fear or
+misfortune, I knew better when I saw that sight from the window; and
+fell back into the darkness, as if even from the road and through the
+panes Ferguson's eyes must discover me. Ignorant whether the room in
+which I stood contained anything to shelter me, or barewalled must of
+necessity discover me to the first person who entered with a light, my
+natural impulse, when the moment of panic passed, was to escape from
+it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But it was not easy to do this in haste. By the time that, trembling
+in every limb, I had groped my way into the passage, the key was
+turning in the lock of the outer door, and I saw myself within an
+arm's length of capture. This so terrified me that I sprang
+desperately for the staircase, but stumbled over the lowest step, and
+fell on my knees with a crash that seemed to shake the walls. For a
+moment the pain was so sharp that I could only lie where I fell; nor
+when, spurred by the imminence of the danger, I had got to my feet,
+could I do more than crawl up the stairs and crouch down on the
+landing, a little to one side, and out of eye-shot from below.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Willingly now, in return for present safety, would I have forgiven
+Fortune all her past buffets; for if Ferguson came up, as I thought
+him sure to come up, I was lost; since I could neither retreat without
+noise, nor if I could, knew where to hide. In this extremity, my heart
+beating so thickly that I could scarcely listen, and thought I must
+choke, I was relieved to hear Ferguson--after spending what seemed to
+me to be an age, striking flint and steel in the passage--go grumbling
+into the lower room, whence a glimmer falling on the wall of the
+passage told me that he had at last succeeded in procuring a light.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was no surprise to me as I sweated and cringed in my hiding-place,
+to learn that he was in the worst of tempers. I heard him swear--as I
+supposed--at the open shutter; then, almost before I had thanked
+Providence for present safety, he was out again in the passage. I made
+no doubt that he was going to ascend now, and I gave myself up for
+lost. But instead, he stood and called &quot;Mary! Mary! Do ye hear, you
+hussy? If ye are hiding above there, it will be the worse for you, ye
+d----d baggage! Come down, d'ye hear me?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Surely now, I thought, getting no answer, he would come up, and my
+heart stood. But it seemed he called only to make sure, and not
+because he thought that she was above; for he went back into the lower
+room, and I heard him moving to and fro, and going about to light a
+fire, the crackling of which gave an odd note of cheerfulness in the
+house. I was beginning to weigh the possibility of slipping by the
+half-open door, on the chance of finding the outer door unfastened;
+and with this in view, had risen to my feet, when a key again grated
+in the lock, and supposing it to be Smith, I returned to my former
+position.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Had it been Smith, it would have been some comfort to me; for I
+thought him more prudent if no less dangerous than the plotter, and I
+fancied that I had more to fear from one than from two. But the step
+that entered was lighter than a man's, while Ferguson's greeting told
+the rest and made the situation clear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha, you are here at last, are you!&quot; he cried with an angry oath. &quot;Did
+you want me to break every bone in your body, lass, that you stayed
+out till now, and I to have the fire to light? You should have a
+pretty good tale to tell or have kept clear of this! D'ye hear me?
+Speak, you viper, and don't stand there glowering like a wood-cat!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am here now,&quot; was the answer. My heart leapt, for the voice was
+Mary's; the tone, sullen and weary, I could understand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here now!&quot; he retorted. &quot;And that is to be all, is it? Perhaps, my
+girl, I will presently show you two minds about that. Where is the
+baggage?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is not here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not here?&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And why not, you Jezebel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You need not misname me,&quot; she answered coolly. &quot;I was followed and
+could not come here; and I could not carry it about with me all day.
+And I could not send it, for there was no one here to take it in. It
+is at the Spread Eagle in Gracechurch Street, to go by tomorrow's
+waggon to Colchester. That is what I told them, but it can be fetched
+away to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If I did not think you were a big liar, girl?&quot; he answered
+doubtfully; but I knew by his tone that he believed her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You may think what you like,&quot; she replied.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And how do you think I am to do for to-night?&quot; he answered
+querulously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You must do as you can,&quot; she said. &quot;You have your Hollands, and I
+have brought some bread and meat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is a dog's life,&quot; he said, with a snarl.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is the life you choose,&quot; she retorted sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Peste!</i>&quot; he answered after a pause of sheer astonishment at her
+audacity. &quot;What is it to you, you slut?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, a dog's life too! and not of my choice!&quot; she cried passionately,
+her voice breaking. &quot;What am I better, as I live, than an orange girl
+in the streets? What do I get, and walk the pavement on your errands
+night and day? What do I get? And always hiding and sneaking, hiding
+and sneaking! And for what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For your living, yon beggarly baggage!&quot; he roared. &quot;Who feeds you and
+clothes you, you graceless hussy? Who boards you and lodges you, and
+finds you in meat and malt, you feckless toad? You shameless----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, call names!&quot; she answered bitterly--and it was not hard to
+discern that she was beside herself with the long sick waiting and the
+disappointment. &quot;It is what you are good for! It is all that your
+plots end in! Call names, and you are happy! But I am tired, and tired
+of it, I tell you. I am tired of bare boards and hiding, and all for
+what? For those that, when you have brought them back, you will be as
+fierce to oust as you are now to restore! And shameless it is you call
+me?&quot; she continued with feverish rapidity. &quot;Shameless? Have you not
+sent me out into the streets a hundred times, and close on midnight,
+and not a thought or care what would happen to me so long as your
+letter went safe? Have you not sent me where to be taken was to be
+jailed and whipped, and not a thought of pity or what a life it was
+for a girl? Have you not done this and more?&quot; she continued,
+breathless with passion. &quot;And more? And yet you take praise for
+feeding me! And call me graceless and shameless----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She paused and gave him room to speak, but though he put on a show of
+bluster it was evident her violence alarmed him. &quot;Odd's name, and what
+is all this?&quot; he said. &quot;What ails the girl? What has set you up now,
+you vixen?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You!&quot; she cried vehemently. &quot;You and your trade!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well,&quot; he said, with a sort of sullen reasonableness, &quot;and what is
+the matter with the trade? What is wrong with the trade, I say? I'll
+tell you this, my lass, you would live badly without it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I would live honestly,&quot; she cried. &quot;And as my father lived!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You drab!&quot; he cried. &quot;Leave that alone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that, and when judging from the tone of his voice I expected him to
+break out with fresh oaths and curses, there was instead an
+astonishing silence, which fell for me at an unlucky moment, for
+forgetting, in my desire to see as well as hear, the risk I ran, I had
+crept down the stairs, and now lacked but a pace of seeing into the
+room. The noise ceasing, I dared neither take that step nor retreat;
+and it was only when the silence had continued so long that curiosity
+overcame fear, that I ventured the advance, and looking in, saw that
+the girl, her fire and fury gone, was leaning against the wall beside
+the hearth, her face averted; while Ferguson himself, in an attitude
+of dejection scarcely less marked, stood near her, his head bowed and
+his blood-shot eyes fixed on the fire.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, he lived honestly, your father,&quot; he muttered at last. &quot;It is
+true, my lass. I grant it. But he had a fair wind, had Alan, and a
+short course; and if he had lived to be sixty, God knows! We are what
+we are made. I mind him well, and the burn we fished and the pickle
+things we took out, and your mother that played with us in her cutty
+sark, and not a shoe between us nor a bodle of money; but the green
+hills round us, and all we knew of the world that it lay beyond them.
+And that was all your father ever knew, my lass. And well for him! Ay,
+well for him! But woe's me, and woe to the man who took my living, and
+woe to the evil King!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His voice was beginning to rise; in a moment he would have reached his
+usual pitch of denunciation, of which even now some of his many
+writings afford a pale reflection; but at the word <i>King</i> there came a
+sharp knocking at the door, and he paused. For me, I turned in a
+panic, and, heedless what noise I made, hurried up the stairs. The
+steps creaked under me, but fortunately the knocking was repeated so
+quickly and persistently that it covered the sound of my flight; and
+before I had more than ensconced myself in the old place, Ferguson,
+doubtless in obedience to some signal, was at the door and had opened
+it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Immediately half-a-dozen men poured noisily in, breathing hard and
+growling in low tones, and passed into the room below. But until the
+outer door was closed and secured, nothing I could catch, though fear
+sharpened my ears, was said. Then, as Ferguson went in after them, one
+of the newcomers raised his voice in answer to a question, and cried
+with a rattling oath, &quot;What is up? What is up, old fox? Why, all is
+up! And we'll all swing for it before the month is over, if we cannot
+clear out to-night! You are a clever one, Mr. Ferguson, but you are
+caught this time, with better men. God! if I had the sneak here that
+peached on us, I would cut his liver out! I would----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Two or three voices joined in to the same tune and drowned his words,
+one asking where Prendergast was, another where Porter was, a third
+indulging in threats so horrid and blasphemies so profane that I
+turned cold where I crouched. I began to understand what had happened,
+and my situation; but that nothing might be spared me Ferguson, in a
+quavering voice that proved all was news to him, asked again what was
+the matter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The Blues are moved,&quot; cried three or four at once. &quot;They were
+marching out when we left. The guards at Kensington are doubled, and
+the orders for the King's hunting to-morrow are cancelled. They were
+hurrying to and fro calling the Council when we came away, and
+messengers were beginning to go round the taverns.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And they have seized the horses at the King of Bohemia's Head,&quot; added
+another, &quot;so they know a lot.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But is it--certain?&quot; Ferguson asked, with a break in his voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, as certain as that we shall hang if we do not get over!&quot; was the
+brutal answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And the Captain?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have been at his lodgings. He has not been heard of since noon. He
+ordered his horse then and they say took the road; and hell to it, if
+that is so, he is half way to France by this! And safe! Safe, you
+devils, and we are left here caught like rats!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, we'll go farther than France!&quot; one shrieked. &quot;As for me I am off.
+I shall----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, by God, you don't!&quot; cried another; and flung himself, as it
+seemed to me, between him and the door. &quot;You don't go and sell the
+rest of us, and save your own neck. You----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where is Porter?&quot; a third struck in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And Prendergast?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They are not here! Nor Sir William! Nor Friend! So what is the good
+of talking like that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He will make a fat hang, will Sir William!&quot; said one, with a mad
+laugh that died in his throat. &quot;It will cure his gout.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that, one of the others cried with furious oaths for liquor; and I
+judged that Ferguson gave them of his Hollands. But it was little
+among so many, and was gone in a moment, and they calling for more.
+&quot;There is a keg upstairs,&quot; said he. &quot;In the back-room. But get it for
+yourselves. You have hung me. To think that I should have played the
+game with such fools.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">They laughed recklessly, a savage note in their voices. &quot;Ay, you
+should have stuck to your pen, old fox,&quot; one cried. &quot;Then it was only
+the printer hung. But we'll drink your health before you swing. Up,
+Keyes, and fetch the stuff. It may be bad, but we'll drink to the
+squeezing of the rotten orange once more; if it be the last toast I
+drink!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_27" href="#div1Ref_27">CHAPTER XXVII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">The terror that had gripped me on their first entrance, and driving
+all the blood in my body to my heart had there set it bounding
+madly--this terror I should vainly try to describe to persons who have
+never been in such a situation or within a few feet of death, as I
+then found myself. That, reckless and driven to the wall, the
+conspirators would sacrifice me to their vengeance if they discovered
+me I felt certain; and at any moment they might come up and discover
+me. Yet behind me were the confining walls of the rooms whence I knew
+of no exit, and before me, where alone evasion seemed to be possible,
+the open door of the room below, and the flood of light that issued
+from the doorway, forbade the attempt. I lay sweating and listening
+therefore, while they snarled and cursed in the black mood of men
+betrayed and hopeless; and yet because of the chance that after all
+they might go out as they had come, I could so far keep my terror
+within bounds.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Not so, when I heard Ferguson bid the man mount and fetch the keg. Had
+he come without a light I might still have controlled myself and kept
+quiet; and holding my breath though I were suffocated, and silencing
+my heart though I died, might have lain and let him pass in the
+darkness. Nay, had I crouched low, he need not have observed me with a
+light; for I was a little beside the stairhead, and to enter the room
+whence I had broken out he need not face me. But when I heard him
+stumbling upwards, a sudden sense of the loneliness of the house in
+that far corner of town came on me; and with it, an overwhelming
+perception of my helplessness and of the life and death struggle to
+which the men below were committed--so that death seemed to be in the
+air; which together so far overcame me that I did the last thing I
+should have expected. As the man came up the stairs, the light in his
+hand, I rose up and stood, gasping at him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He paused and held up the light. &quot;The devil!&quot; he said, staring. And
+then, &quot;Who the ---- are you? Here, Ferguson! Here's your man!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The only answer from below was a roar for liquor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What are you doing here?&quot; he went on, puzzled as much by my silence
+as my presence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am--going,&quot; I stammered; a desperate hope rising in my breast at
+sight of the man's perplexity. He might let me pass.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For aught I know he would have done so; and it is possible that I
+might have gone unseen by the open door below and gained the street.
+But as he stood staring, a second man came into the passage, and
+looked up and saw me. &quot;Hallo!&quot; he said. &quot;Who is that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ferguson's man,&quot; Keyes answered. &quot;But, boil me, if I know what is the
+matter with him!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The other called Ferguson and he came out, and saw me; looked, and
+with a scream of rage, sprang up the stairs. In the fury of his
+wrath--he threw himself on me so suddenly and with so much violence
+and intention that I was a child in his hands; and but for the other's
+exertions, who not understanding the matter tore him from me, I must
+have been choked out of hand. As it was I was black in the face,
+dizzy, and scarcely conscious when they freed me from him: nor in much
+better case for the respite. For with all they could do he would not
+release my shoulder, but dragging me down, cried breathlessly and
+continuously to the others to listen--to listen! That he had the
+traitor! that I was the informer! the spy, the blood-seller! And with
+that, and as he partly forced and partly tugged me down the men
+thickened round me, until dragged into the lighted room I found myself
+hemmed in by a circle of lowering faces and gloomy eyes, a circle
+that, look where I might, presented no breach or chance of escape, no
+face that pitied or understood. He who seemed to be in highest
+authority among them--afterwards I knew him for Charnock, the
+unfrocked Fellow of Magdalen, who suffered with King and Keyes--did
+indeed make Ferguson let me go; thrusting him back and calling on him
+to tell his tale, and have done with his blasphemy. But though I
+turned that way in momentary hope of aid, I read no encouragement in a
+face as stern and relentless as it was fanatical. A lamp hooked high
+on one wall, and so that it threw its light downwards, obscured half
+the circle, and flung a bright glare on the other half; but in light
+or shade, seen or unseen, and whether drink flushed it, or passion
+blanched it, every face that met my shrinking gaze seemed to be
+instinct with coming doom.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In such situations fear, which spurs some minds, paralyses others.
+Vainly I tried to think, to frame a defence, to deny or avoid. The
+glare of the lamp dazzled and confused me. To Ferguson's passionate
+iterations, &quot;The Lord has delivered him into our hands! I tell you,
+the Lord has delivered him into our hands! There is your informer! I
+swear it! I can prove it!&quot; I could find no answer except a feeble, &quot;I
+am not! I am not!&quot; which I continued to repeat--while one plucked me
+this way that he might see me better, and another that way--until
+Keyes struck me on the mouth, and thrusting me back bade me be silent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you, too, Mr. Ferguson,&quot; Charnock said, raising his hand to still
+the tumult, &quot;have done with your blasphemy. And talk plainly. Say what
+you know, and have no fear; if what you allege be proved, we will do
+justice on him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, by----!&quot; cried Cassel, the swearer. &quot;A life for a life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But, first, what do you know?&quot; Charnock continued brusquely. &quot;Speak
+to the point. We must be gone by midnight if we are to save
+ourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, and then only, I think, Ferguson, hitherto blinded by rage,
+became sensible of the fact that he stood himself in a dubious
+position; and that to tell all, and particularly to reveal the visit
+which the Secretary had paid to him at his lodgings, would, even with
+the addition of the attempt he had made on the Duke's life, place his
+conduct in a light far from favourable. Not only were the men before
+him in no mood to draw fine distinctions, or take all for granted, but
+it was on the credit of his name and as his tool that I had come to be
+mixed up in the matter and gained my knowledge of it. It took no great
+acuteness, therefore, to foresee that their suspicions, once roused,
+they would punish first and prove afterwards, and be as ready to turn
+on the master as the man.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">These, when I came to review the scene afterwards, coolly and in
+safety, were, I had no doubt, the reflections that gave Ferguson
+pause at the last moment, and occasioned a kind of fit into which
+he fell at that--his eyes glaring, his jaws moving dumbly, and
+his hands springing out in uncouth gestures, like those of a man
+half-paralysed--a fit which at the time was set down to pure rage and
+a temper of mind always bordering on the insane. I suppose that in
+that moment, and under cover of that display, his crafty brain, apt in
+such crises, did its work, for when he found his voice he had his tale
+pat; and where truth and a lie most ingeniously and sometimes
+inexplicably mixed would scarcely serve his turn or win him credence,
+he imposed on them, even on Charnock, by pure scorn and an air of
+superior knowledge.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What I know?&quot; said he. &quot;You shall have it. It is enough to blast him
+ten times. To-day it happened that the Secretary came to me to my
+lodgings.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a moment the roar of surprise which followed this statement,
+silenced him. But in a moment he recovered himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay!&quot; he said, looking round him, defiantly. &quot;The Secretary. What of
+it? Do you think that you know everything, or that everything is told
+to you? To-day, I say, the Duke of Shrewsbury came to my lodgings.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; cried Charnock, between his teeth. &quot;Why?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; Ferguson answered. &quot;Well, if you will have it, to send a
+message through me to the other Duke, as he has done three times
+before since his Grace has been in England.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To the Duke of Berwick?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What other Duke is there?&quot; the plotter asked, scornfully.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But G----! If the Secretary knows that his Grace is in England----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What will he not know?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I cannot say what he will not know, Mr. Charnock,&quot; the plotter
+answered, with a cunning smile that brought his wig to his eyebrows.
+&quot;But I can say what he did not know. He knew nothing of your little
+business. For the rest, when he left me I missed my man here, and
+coming to enquire, learned that he had been seen to join the Secretary
+at the door of the house, speak to him, and go away with him. That was
+enough for me. I changed my lodging, slipped away here, and had been
+here an hour when you came. As soon as you said that some one had
+peached to-day I knew who it was. Then Keyes cried that he was here,
+and there he was.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But how did he come to be here?&quot; Charnock asked sternly, and with
+suspicion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God knows!&quot; said Ferguson, shrugging his shoulders; &quot;I don't.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You did not bring him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Go to, for a fool! Perhaps he came to listen, perhaps he was sent. He
+knew of this place. For the rest, I have told you all I know, and it
+is enough or should be. Hang the dog up! There is a beam and a hook.
+You hound, you shall swing for it!&quot; he shrieked, passionately, as he
+brought his crimson, blotched face close to mine, and threatened me
+with his two swollen fingers. &quot;You thought to outwit me, did you? You,
+you dog! You crossed me and thought to sell me, did you? You dolt! you
+zany! you are sold yourself! Sold and shall swing! Swing! Ay, and so
+shall all my enemies perish!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;An end to that,&quot; said Charnock, pushing him away roughly. &quot;All the
+same, if this is true, he shall swing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, it is true enough,&quot; cried a man thrusting himself forward,
+while with shaking knees and chattering teeth, and tongue that refused
+to do its work, I strove to form words, to speak, to say or do
+something--something that might arrest the instant doom that
+threatened me. &quot;It is true enough,&quot; continued he coolly. &quot;I was on the
+watch at the Kensington end this afternoon and saw the Secretary
+arrive and go in to the Dutchman. And he had this bully boy with him.
+I know him again and can swear to him.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_28" href="#div1Ref_28">CHAPTER XXVIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I believe that it is one thing to confront with calmness a death that
+is known to be inevitable, and quite another and a far more difficult
+thing to assume the same brow where hope and a chance remain. I am not
+greatly ashamed, therefore, that in a crisis which amply justified all
+the horror and repugnance which mortals feel at the prospect of sudden
+and violent dissolution, I fell below the heroic standard, and said
+and did things, <i>miles impar Achilli</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, it is with no good-will I dwell on the matter; in
+writing, as in life, there are decencies and indecencies; things to be
+told and others to be implied. Let few words then suffice, alike for
+the moment when Charnock, holding back the others, wrung from me,
+half-swooning as I was, the admission that I had been to Kensington,
+and that the sentry was not mistaken: and for those minutes of
+frenzied terror which followed, when screaming and struggling in their
+grasp, now trying to fling myself down, and now shrieking prayers for
+mercy, I was dragged to a spot below the hook, and held there by
+relentless fingers while a rope was being fetched from the next room.
+I had no vision, as I have read some have, of the things done in my
+life: but the set, dark faces that hemmed me in under the light, the
+grim looks of one, and the scared pallor of another, even Ferguson's
+hideous visage as he hovered in the background, biting his nails
+between terror and exultation--all these, even enlarged and
+multiplied, I saw with a dreadful clearness, and a keenness of vision
+that of itself was torture.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, God!&quot; I cried at last. &quot;Help! Help!&quot; For from man I could see no
+help.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, man, pray,&quot; said Charnock, inexorably. &quot;Pray, for you must die.
+We will give you one minute. Here comes the rope. Who will fasten it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A fool,&quot; cried a hard gibing voice, from somewhere beyond the circle.
+&quot;No other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I started convulsively: I had forgotten the girl's presence. So
+doubtless had the conspirators, for at the sound they turned quickly
+towards her; and, the ring of men opening out in the movement, she
+became visible to me. She stood confronting all, daring all. Her lips
+red, her face white as paper, her eyes glittering with a strange, wild
+fierceness. Long afterwards she told me that the sound of my shrieks
+and cries ringing in her ears had been almost more than she could
+bear: that as scream rose on scream she had driven the nails into her
+palms until her hands bled, and so only had been able to restrain
+herself, knowing well that if she would intervene to the purpose her
+time was not yet.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Now that it had come, nothing could exceed the mockery and scorn that
+rang in her tone. &quot;A fool,&quot; she cried, stridently, &quot;has fetched it,
+and a fool will fasten it! And, let who hang, they will hang. And two
+of you. Ay, you at the back there, will hang them. Why, you are fools,
+you are all fools, or you would take care that every man among you put
+his hand to the job, and was as deep as another. Or, if you like
+precedence, and it is a question of fastening--for the man who
+fetched, he is as good as dead already--let the hand that wove the
+noose, tie it! Let that man tie it!&quot; And with pitiless finger she
+pointed to the old plotter, who, sneaking, and cringing in the
+background, had already his eye on the door and his mind on retreat.
+&quot;Let him tie it!&quot; she repeated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You slut!&quot; he roared, his eyes squinting, his face livid with fury.
+&quot;Your tongue shall be slit. To your garret, vixen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the others, as was not unnatural, saw the matter in a different
+light. &quot;By ----, the wench is right!&quot; cried Cassel; and Keyes saying
+the same, and another backing him, there was a general chorus of &quot;Ay,
+the girl is right! The girl is right!&quot; At that the man who had brought
+the rope, threw it down. &quot;There's for me!&quot; he said, gloomily, and with
+an ugly gleam in his eyes. &quot;Let the old devil take it up. It is his
+job, not mine, and if I swing, he shall swing too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fair!&quot; cried all. &quot;That is fair!&quot; And, &quot;That is fair, Mr. Ferguson,&quot;
+said Charnock. &quot;Do you put the rope round his neck.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I?&quot; Ferguson spluttered; glaring from under his wig.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, you!&quot; the man who had brought the rope retorted with violence.
+&quot;You! And why not, I'd like to know, my gentleman?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am no hangman!&quot; cried the plotter, with a miserable assumption of
+dignity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the words and the evasion only inflamed the general rage. &quot;And
+are we?&quot; Cassel roared, with a volley of oaths. &quot;You covenanting,
+psalm-singing, tub-thumping old quill-driver!&quot; he continued. &quot;Do you
+think that we are here to do your dirty work, and squeeze throats at
+your bidding? <i>Peste!</i> For a gill of Hollands I would split your
+tongue for you. That and your pen have done too much harm already!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Peace!&quot; Charnock said. &quot;Go softly, man. And do you, Mr. Ferguson,
+take up the rope and do your part. Otherwise we shall have strange
+thoughts of you. There have been things said before, and it were well
+you gave no colour to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I cannot believe that even I, writhing as a few minutes before I had
+writhed in their hands, and screaming and begging for life, could have
+presented a more pitiable spectacle than Ferguson exhibited, thus
+brought to book. All the base and craven instincts of a low and
+cowardly nature, brought to the surface by the challenge thus flung in
+his face, he quailed and cowered before the men; and shifting his feet
+and breathing hard glanced askance, first at one and then at another,
+as if to see who would support him, or who could most easily be
+persuaded. But he found scant encouragement anywhere; the men, savage
+and ill-disposed, to begin, and driven to the wall, to boot, had now
+conceived suspicions, and in proportion as delay and his conduct
+diverted their rage from me, turned it on him with growing ferocity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here is the cock of the pit!&quot; cried Keyes, who seemed to be a trooper
+and a man of no education, lacking even the occasional French word or
+accent that betrayed the others' sojourn with King Louis. &quot;D---- him!
+He would have us hang the man, but won't lay a finger on him himself!
+He is no Ketch, isn't he? Well, I hang no man either, unless I put a
+hand on <i>him</i>.&quot; And he pointed full at the plotter.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A murmur of assent, stern and full of meaning, echoed his words.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. Ferguson,&quot; said Charnock, with grave politeness, &quot;you hear what
+this gentleman says? And mind you, if you ask me, he has reason. A few
+minutes ago you were forward with us to hang this person. And among
+gentlemen to urge another to do what you will not do yourself, lays
+you open to comment. It may even be pretended, that if your rogue
+informed, you were not so ignorant of the fact as you would have us
+believe you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was wonderful to see how the men, sore and desperate, caught at
+that notion, and with what greedy ferocity they turned on the knave
+who, only a few moments before, had swayed their passions to his will.
+It was to no purpose that Ferguson, head and hands shaking as with a
+palsy, strove frantically to hurl back the accusation. His wonted
+profanity seemed to fail him on this occasion, while the violence
+which had daunted men of saner temperaments proved no match for
+Cassel's brutality, who, breaking in on him before he had stammered a
+score of words, called him liar and sneak, and, denouncing him with
+outstretched finger, was in the act to hound his comrades on him, when
+something caught the ear of one of them, and with a cry of alarm this
+man, who stood near the door, raised his hand for silence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Rage died down in the others' faces, and involuntarily they clustered
+together. But the panic was of short duration; hardly had the alarm
+been given and taken, or the lamp which hung against the wall been
+snatched down and shaded, before the sound of a key in the door
+reassured the conspirators. For me, who throughout the scene, last
+described, had leaned half-swooning against the wall, listening, with
+what feelings the reader may easily judge, to the contest for my
+life--for me, who now stood reprieved, and for the moment safe, any
+change might be expected to be fraught with terror. But whether I had
+passed the bitterness of death, or sheer terror had exhausted my
+capacity for suffering, it is certain that I awaited the event with
+lack-lustre eyes; and hearing a cry of, &quot;It's Mat Smith!&quot; felt neither
+fear nor surprise, nor even moved, when Smith entered, followed by a
+woman, and with a quick glance took in the room and its occupants.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good,&quot; said Cassel with an oath. &quot;I thought that the soldiers were on
+us. But if they had been, curse me, but I would have sent this old
+Judas to his place before me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith looked with a grim smile from the speaker to Ferguson; and
+raising his eyebrows, &quot;Judas,&quot; said he, with ironical politeness, as
+he laid his cloak and cane upon the table, &quot;is it possible that you
+refer to my friend Mr. Ferguson?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Strangle your friend!&quot; Cassel answered coarsely. &quot;Do you know that
+his man there has blown on the thing and sold us?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith's eye had already found me, where I leaned against the wall, my
+hands tied. &quot;I see,&quot; he said coolly. &quot;I knew before that the game was
+up; and I have been somewhere, and warned someone,&quot; he added, with a
+glance at Charnock, who nodded. &quot;But I did not know how they had the
+office.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He gave it! That is how they had it!&quot; Cassel retorted. &quot;And it is my
+belief that like man like master! And that that poor piece there would
+no more have dared to inform without his patron's leave than----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He left the end of his sentence to be understood; but Charnock, taking
+up the tale and disregarding Ferguson's mutterings, described in a few
+words what had happened. When he came to the girl's intervention in my
+behalf, the woman who had entered with Smith, and who, though she
+seemed to be known to the conspirators--for her appearance caused no
+remark--had hitherto remained fidgetting in the background, moved
+forward into the room; and approaching the girl, who was sitting
+moodily at a table by the fire, touched her cheek with her fingers,
+and slipping her hand under her chin, turned up her face. To this the
+girl made no resistance, and the two women remained looking into one
+another's eyes for a long minute. Then the elder, who was the same
+woman I had seen with Smith at the great lady's house in the
+outskirts, let the girl's face drop again, with a little flirt of her
+fingers.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Doris and Strephon, I see?&quot; she said with a sneer.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_29" href="#div1Ref_29">CHAPTER XXIX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">What the girl answered I did not catch, for as she raised her head
+again to reply, my ear caught the sound of rising danger. Ferguson was
+speaking, his words, no longer coherent, a mere frothing of oaths and
+calling of hideous fates on his head if he had ever betrayed, if he
+had ever sold, if he had ever deceived, now ran in a steady current of
+wrathful denunciation. And the men listened; he had their ears again;
+he was no longer on his trial. Afterwards I learned that while my
+attention was astray with the women. Smith, by stating what I had
+stated to him--namely, that the Secretary had used Ferguson as the
+intermediary through whom to warn Berwick--had confirmed the plotter's
+story, and at a stroke had restored his position. Whereon, full of
+spite, and desperately certain that however exposed he lay on other
+sides I at any rate knew enough to hang him, the wretched man had set
+himself anew to compass my destruction. Deterred neither by the check
+he had received, nor by the gloomy looks of the conspirators, who
+responded but sluggishly to his appeal, he drove home again and again,
+and with wild words and wilder oaths, the one point on which he
+relied, the one point that was so dear to him that he could not
+understand their hesitation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Waste of time?&quot; he cried. &quot;We would be better employed looking to
+ourselves and slipping away to Romney, would we? But you are fools!
+You are babes! There is the evidence that can swear to you all! There
+is the evidence keen to do it! There is the evidence in your hands!
+And you will let him escape?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is evidence without him,&quot; said King sulkily. &quot;Where is
+Prendergast?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, he is honest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But where is he? And where is Porter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where is Sir John Fenwick for that matter?&quot; replied the man who had
+answered for Prendergast. &quot;He is too high and mighty to mix with us,
+and will only eat the chestnut when we have got it out of the fire.
+For that matter, where are Friend and Parkyns? They are not here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pshaw!&quot; Ferguson cried, in a rage at the digression. &quot;Why will you be
+thinking of them? Cannot you see that they are tainted, they are in
+it? They cannot if they will! And they are gentlemen besides, and not
+dirty knaves like this fellow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For the matter of that,&quot; said Cassel, bluntly, &quot;Preston was a lord.
+But he sold Ashton.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The words brought a kind of cold breath of suspicion into the room, at
+the chill touch of which each looked stealthily at his neighbour, as
+if he said, &quot;Is it he? Or he?&quot; Ferguson seeing on this that he made
+little progress, and that the men, though they looked at me
+vengefully, were not to be kindled, grew furious and more furious, and
+began to storm and rave. But Charnock in a moment cut him short.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. Ferguson is so far right,&quot; said he, &quot;that if we let this person
+go to perfect his evidence against us, we shall be very foolish.
+Clearly, it is to set a premium on treason.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then let Mr. Ferguson deal with him,&quot; Cassel answered, curtly. &quot;He is
+his man, and it is his business. I don't lay a hand on him, and that
+is flat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I! Nor I!&quot; cried several, with eagerness. God knows if they
+thought in their hearts to curry favour with me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are all mad!&quot; Ferguson cried, beating the air.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you are a coward!&quot; Cassel retorted. &quot;I'd as soon trust him as
+you. If you are taken you'll peach, Ferguson! G-- ---- you! I know you
+will. You will peach! You are as white-livered a cur as ever lived!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, seeing them divided, and the most bloody-minded of them--for
+such Cassel had been a short time before--taking up my cause, I
+thought that for certain the bitterness of death was past; and I took
+courage, discerning for the first time solid land beyond the deeps and
+black suffocating fears through which I had passed. For the first time
+I allowed my thoughts to dwell on the future, and myself to hope and
+plan. But the warm current of returning life had scarcely coursed
+through my veins and set my heart beating, before Charnock's cold
+voice, taking up the tale, smote on my ear, and in a moment dashed my
+jubilation. There was that in his tone gripped my heart afresh.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Peace, man,&quot; he said. &quot;Peace! Is this a time to be bickering? Let us
+be clear before we separate, what is to be done with this man. For my
+part, I am not for letting him go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I,&quot; said Smith, speaking almost for the first time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The others, lately so hot and impassioned, looked at the speakers and
+at one another with a sort of apathy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Only Ferguson cried violently, &quot;Nor I, by----! Nor I. We are many, and
+what is one life?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Quite so, Mr. Ferguson,&quot; Charnock retorted. &quot;But will you take the
+life?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The plotter drew back as he had drawn back before. &quot;It is everybody's
+business,&quot; he muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then will you take part in it? You are the first to condemn. Will you
+be one to execute?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Ferguson moistened his lips with his tongue, and, swallowing with an
+effort, looked shiftily at me and away again. The sweat stood on his
+face. For me, I watched him, fascinated; watched him, and still he did
+not answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just so,&quot; said Charnock, at last. &quot;You will not. And that being so,
+is there anyone else who will? If not, what is to be done?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Put him in a lugger,&quot; Keyes cried, &quot;at the bridge; and by
+morning----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He wall be taken off at the Nore,&quot; Cassel answered scornfully. &quot;And
+you too if you think to get off that way. There are more Billops in
+the Pool than the Billop who gave up Ashton.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Gag him and leave him here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And have him found by the messengers to-morrow morning?&quot; Cassel
+answered. &quot;As well and better, call a chair, and pay the chairmen, and
+bid them take him to the Secretary's office with our compliments.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, if not here, in one of the other pens. Ferguson knows plenty.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman who had come in with Smith laughed. &quot;That might answer,&quot; she
+said, &quot;if his sweetheart were not here. Do you think she would leave
+him to starve?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There was a general stir and muttering as the men turned to the girl.
+&quot;Pooh,&quot; said one, &quot;it is Ferguson's girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And your spy's sweetheart,&quot; the woman repeated.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The girl lifted her head and showed the room a face pale, weary, and
+dull-eyed. &quot;He is nothing to me,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And the men would have believed her; but the woman, with a swift,
+cat-like movement, seized her wrist and held it. &quot;Nothing to you, my
+girl, isn't he?&quot; she cried. &quot;Then you have the fever or the small-pox
+on you! One, two, three----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her face flaming, the girl sprang up and snatched away her hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman laughed--and how I hated her! &quot;He is nothing to you, isn't
+he?&quot; she said in a mocking tone. &quot;Yet what will you not give me to
+save him, my chick? What will you not give me to see him safe out of
+this house? What----?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Peace, peace!&quot; cried Charnock. &quot;Time is everything, and we are
+wasting it. Unless we would be taken, every man of us, we should be
+half-way to Romney Marsh by morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Will you leave him to me!&quot; said Smith suddenly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Leave him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay. Or better, let me have two minutes' talk with him here, and if he
+comes to my way of thinking, I will answer for him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Answer for him?&quot; cried Ferguson, with a sneer. &quot;If you answer for him
+no better than I did, you will give us small surety.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but I am not you, Mr. Ferguson,&quot; Smith retorted, in a tone of
+contempt, whereat the older man writhed impotently.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This person--Mr. Taylor or Mr. Price--or whatever his name is--knows
+me and that what I say I do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, do--what you like with him,&quot; Charnock answered peevishly, &quot;so
+that you stop his mouth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To my great joy the other men assented in the same tone, being glad to
+be rid of the burden. It may seem strange to some that those who had
+prepared an hour before to take my life, should now be as ready to let
+me go; but there are few men who are eager to take life in cold blood,
+and kill a man as they would a sheep. Moreover, in favour of these
+men--on whose memory the Assassination Plot has cast obloquy not
+altogether deserved, since few of them were assassins in the strict
+sense, and the worst of all, Ferguson, escaped his just fate--in their
+favour I say, it is to be observed that the fact which they designed,
+however horrid in the eyes of good citizens, and certainly not to be
+defended by me, was not in their sight so much a murder as an act of
+private warfare carried into the enemy's country. So fully I am
+persuaded was this the case, that had it been a question of stabbing
+the King in the back, or shooting him from a window, I believe not one
+would have volunteered. Let this stand to their credit: to the credit
+of men whom I saw and have described at their worst, drunken,
+reckless, ill-combined, and worse governed; whose illegal design had
+it been accomplished, must have postponed the Protestant succession in
+these realms; but who, misguided and betrayed as they were by leaders
+more evil than themselves, evinced some spark of chivalry in their
+lives--for all did it in a measure for a cause--and in their
+sufferings a fortitude that would have become better men and a nobler
+effort.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So much of them. One released my hands, and another at Smith's request
+found him a light; and my new protector bidding me follow him, and
+leading the way upstairs to the bare room at the back whence I had
+broken out, those we left were deep in muttered plans and whisperings
+of the Marsh, and Hunt's house, and Harrison's Inn at Dimchurch,
+before we were out of hearing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith's first act, when we reached the room above, was to close the
+door upon us. This done, he set his candle on the floor--whence its
+flame threw dark wavering outlines of our figures on the ceiling--and
+moved to the hearth. Here, while I stared, wondering at his silence,
+he searched for some spring or handle, and finding it, caused a large
+piece of the wainscot to fall out and reveal a cavity about three feet
+deep and six long. He beckoned me to bring the candle and look in, and
+supposing it to be a secret way out, I did so. However, outlet there
+was none. The place was nothing more than a concealed cupboard.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p255"><img src="images/p255.png" alt="p255"></a><br>
+THE PLACE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A CONCEALED CUPBOARD</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot; he said, when he had moved the candle to and fro that I might
+see the better--his face the while wearing a smile that caught and
+held my gaze. &quot;Well? what do you think of it, Mr. Taylor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did not understand him, and I said so, trembling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is a tolerable hiding-place?&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I nodded; to please him I would have said it was a palace.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And not a bad prison?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I nodded again; staring at him, fascinated. I began to understand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And a grave?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I shuddered. &quot;What do you mean?&quot; I muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lay a man in there, bound hand and foot, and gagged; what would you
+find in a year's time, Mr. Price? Not much.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I stared at him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If they knew of that downstairs,&quot; he continued, stopping to snuff the
+candle with his fingers, then looking askance at me, &quot;would they use
+it, I wonder? Would they use it? What do you think, Mr. Price?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again I made no answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Shall I tell them?&quot; said he easily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What--what do you want?&quot; I whispered hoarsely.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is better,&quot; said he, nodding. &quot;Well, to be candid, almost
+nothing. Two pledges. First, that you will give no evidence against
+anyone here. That of course.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered assent. I was ready to promise anything.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And secondly, that you will, when I call upon you, do me a little
+favour, Mr. Price. It is a small matter, a trifle I asked you at my
+lady's house three days back. Promise to do that for me, as and when I
+demand performance, and in ten minutes from this time you shall leave
+the house, safe, free, and unhurt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I promise,&quot; I said eagerly. &quot;I promise honestly!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But even while I spoke--this seemed to be the strangest of all the
+things that had happened to me that night, that this man should think
+it worth while to pledge me under such circumstances, or value at a
+groat a promise so given. For the pledge was a pledge to do ill, and
+as soon as he and the other conspirators were laid by the heels or had
+fled the country, what sanction remained to bind me? I saw that as I
+spoke, and promised--and promised. And would have promised fifty
+times--with the reservation that I did so under force <i>majeure</i>. Who
+would not have done the same, being in my place?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But I suppose I answered too quickly to please him, and so he read my
+thoughts, or he had it in his mind from the first to read me a lesson,
+for the words were scarcely out of my mouth before he slid his hand
+into his breast with the ugliest smile I ever saw on a man's face; and
+he signed to me to get into the cupboard. &quot;Get in,&quot; he said, between
+his closed teeth; and then when, terrified by the change in him and
+the order, I began to back from it, &quot;Get in!&quot; he said, in a voice that
+set me shaking; &quot;or take the consequences. Do you hear me? I am no
+Ferguson to threaten and no more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I dared resist no longer, and I crawled in, trembling and praying him
+not to shut me in--not to shut me in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lie down!&quot; he said, gloating on me with cruel eyes, and his hand
+still in his breast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I lay down, praying for mercy.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On your back! On your back!&quot; he continued. &quot;And your hands by your
+sides. So! That is better. Now listen to me, Mr. Price, and think on
+what I say. When you want to be laid out for good as you are laid
+out now, when you are ready for your coffin and shroud--and the
+worms--then break your promise to me, for coffin and shroud and worms
+will be ready. Think of that--think of that and of me when the
+temptation comes. And hark you, you fancy,&quot; he went on, fixing his
+eyes on mine, &quot;and you count on it, that I shall be taken with the
+others, or escaping shall be where you need not fear me. Don't deceive
+yourself. If a week hence I am in prison, take that for a sign, and
+please yourself. But if I am free, obey, obey--or God help you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I know not how to describe with any approach to fidelity the peculiar
+effect which words apparently so simple had on me, or the terror, out
+of all proportion to the means chosen--for he spoke without oath,
+violence, or passion--into which they threw me, and which was very far
+from passing with the sound. I had feared Ferguson, but I feared this
+man more, a hundred times more! And yet I can give no reason, adduce
+no explanation, save that he spoke quietly, and so seemed to mean all
+and something beyond what he said. The plans for deceiving him and
+breaking my word which I had entertained a moment before melted into
+thinnest air while I lay and sweated in my narrow berth, not daring to
+move eye or limb until he gave me leave.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And he, as if he knew how fear of him grew on me under his gaze--or in
+sheer cruelty, I know not which--kept me there, and sat smiling and
+smiling at me (as the devil may smile at some dead man passed beyond
+redemption)--kept me there God knows how long. But so long, and to
+such purpose, that when at length he bade me rise, and looking closely
+into my face, nodded, and told me I might go--nay, later than that,
+when he had led me downstairs and opened the door for me, and
+supported me through it--for in the cold air I staggered like a
+drunken man--even then, I say, so heavy was the spell of fear laid
+on me, and such his power, I dared not move or stir until he had
+twice--smiling the second time--bidden me go. &quot;Go, man,&quot; said he, &quot;you
+are free. But remember!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_30" href="#div1Ref_30">CHAPTER XXX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Few men are condemned to such an ordeal as that through which I had
+passed; and though some who read this, and are as remote from death as
+the wife, that may be any day, and must be one day, is from the young
+bachelor--though some, I say, and in particular those who never saw
+blade drawn in anger in their lives, but have done all their fighting
+in the cock-pit, may think that I carried it poorly in the
+circumstances, and with none of the front and bravado suitable to the
+occasion, I would have them remember the old saying, <i>Ne sutor supra
+crepidam</i>, and ask of a scholar only a scholar's work. I would have
+them remember that in the shadow of the scaffold, even a man so
+gallant by repute as the Lord Preston of that day, stooped to be an
+evidence; and that in the same situation the family pride of Richard
+Hampden availed as little as the reckless courage of Monmouth, or the
+effrontery of Sir John Fenwick, to raise its owner above the common
+level.</p>
+
+<p class="normal"><i>Simpliciter</i>, it is one thing to vapour at the Cocoa-tree among wits
+and beaux, and another to take the hazard when the time comes, as no
+less a person than my Lord Bolingbroke discovered, and that no farther
+back than '14. I would have large talkers to remember this. For myself
+I am content that I came through the trial with my life; and yet, not
+with so much of that either, that anything surer than instinct guided
+my steps when all was over to the Duke's home in St. James's Square,
+where arriving, speechless and helpless, it was wonderful I was not
+put to the door without more. Fortunately, my lord, marvelling at my
+failure to return before, and mindful, even in the turmoil of that
+evening, of the service I had done him in the day, had given orders in
+my behalf; and on my arrival I was recognised, half dead as I was, and
+taken to the steward's room, and being let blood by a surgeon who was
+hastily called in, was put to bed, all who saw me supposing that I was
+suffering from vertigo, or some injury, though no marks of blows on
+the head could be discovered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That was a night long remembered in London. Messengers with lights,
+attended by files of soldiers, were every hour passing through the
+streets, searching houses and arresting the suspected. From mouth to
+mouth rumours of the conspiracy flew abroad; at nine o'clock it was
+stated, and generally believed, that the King was wounded; at ten that
+he had been seized; later that he was dead. Early in the evening the
+draw-bridge at the Tower was drawn, and the sentries were doubled; the
+City gates were closed and guarded; a whole battalion stood all night
+under arms at Kensington; the Council was in perpetual sitting; many
+houses were lighted from eve to dawn; nor since the great panic of
+Beachy Head in '90 had there been an alarm so deep or widespread.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">If this was so in the city generally, at the Secretary's residence,
+whither many of the prisoners were brought for examination as soon as
+they were taken, the excitement was at its height. The Square outside,
+then unenclosed, was occupied all night by successive groups of
+sight-seers, or of persons more nearly interested in the event.
+One consequence of this was that, with all this astir without, my
+case attracted the less notice within; and, unheeded and almost
+forgotten--which, perhaps, was the better for me--I was left in peace
+to sleep off the shock and fright I had experienced, of which the
+severity may be gauged by the fact that the afternoon of the next day
+was well advanced before I awoke, and finding myself in bed in a
+strange room, with cold broth and a little wine standing on a stool at
+my elbow, sat up, and looked round me in amazement. The steep slope of
+the ceiling towards the window, and the heavy flattened eaves which
+projected over the latter, soon apprised me that I lay under the leads
+of a great house; but this was the extent of my knowledge. However, my
+stomach presently called for food, and I took it; and my head ceasing
+to swim, I began to recall what had happened to me; and rising, and
+going to the window, I recognised the great and fashionable Square on
+which my window looked. At that and the thoughts of what I had gone
+through, and the danger I had escaped, I fell to quaking again, and
+for a moment the dizziness returned. But presently, the cheerful
+aspect of the room much aiding me, I recovered myself, and dressing,
+and finishing the food, I prepared to descend.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No need to say that I wondered much at all I saw, and particularly at
+the handsome and stately proportions of the staircase, which I
+descended without seeing any person until I reached the landing on the
+first floor. Here, looking timidly over the balustrade, I discovered
+that the buzz and hum of voices which I had heard as soon as I opened
+my door, came from the hall below, which appeared to be paved with
+heads. First and nearest to where I stood were clustered on the lower
+steps of the staircase a number of persons whom I took to be servants,
+and who, standing as if in the boxes of a theatre, were taken up with
+staring at what went on on the floor below them, and particularly at a
+row of eight or nine men, who seated on chairs along one side of the
+hall, seemed to be in the charge of a messenger and some tipstaves,
+and to be prisoners awaiting examination. Between these last and the
+stairs occupying the floor of the hall, and both moving and standing
+still, were a crowd of persons of condition, the greater part, to all
+appearance, clients of the Duke, or officers and persons who, having
+the <i>entrée</i>, had stepped in out of curiosity to see the sight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, I had no eyes for these, for with a beating heart I
+recognised among the dejected prisoners seated along the wall, four
+whom I knew. King, Keyes, Cassel, and Ferguson himself, and I had
+anything but a mind to stay to be recognised in my turn. I was in the
+act of withdrawing, therefore, as quietly as I could, when I saw with
+a kind of shock that the prisoner at the end of the row, the one
+nearest to me and farthest from the door, was a girl. It scarcely
+needed a second glance to tell me that the girl was Mary. The light at
+that inner extremity of the hall was waning, and her face, always pale
+and now in shadow, wore an aspect of grey and weary depression that,
+natural as it was under the circumstances, went to my heart, and
+impressed me deeply in proportion as I had always found her hard and
+self-reliant. But moved as I was, I dared not linger, since to linger
+might be to be observed. With a light foot, therefore, I carried out
+my first intention, and drawing back undiscovered, sneaked up the
+staircase to my room.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My clue in the circumstances was clear. Plainly it was to lie close
+and keep quiet and shun observation until the crisis was passed; then
+by every means in my power--saving always the becoming an evidence in
+court, which was too dangerous--to deserve the Duke's favour; and as
+to the pledge I had given to Smith, to be guided by the future.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such a line of conduct was immensely favoured by the illness to which
+I had so fortunately succumbed. Once back in my bed, I had only to lie
+there, and affect weakness; and in a day or two I might hope that
+things would be so far advanced that my share in them and knowledge of
+them would go for little, and I, on the ground of the personal service
+I had done his Grace, might keep his favour--yet run no risk.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In fact nothing could seem more simple than such a line of conduct; on
+which, the western daylight that still lingered in the room, giving my
+retreat a most cheerful aspect, I felt that I had every reason to hug
+myself. After the miseries and dangers of the past week I was indeed
+well off. Here, in the remote top floor of my lord's great house in
+the Square, I was as safe as I could be anywhere in the world, and I
+knew it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But so contrary is human nature, and so little subject to the
+dictations of the soundest sense, that I had not lain in my bed five
+minutes, congratulating myself on my safety, before the girl, and the
+wretchedness I had read in her face, began to trouble me. It was not
+to be denied that she had gone some way towards saving my life--if she
+had not actually saved it; and I had a kind of feeling for her on that
+account. True, things were greatly altered since we had agreed to go
+to Romford together, <i>et nuptias facere</i>; I had got no patron then,
+nor such prospects as I now had, these troubles once overpast. But for
+all that, it troubled me to think of her as I had seen her, pale and
+downcast; and by-and-by I found myself again at the door of my room
+with my hand on the latch. Thence I went back, shivering and ashamed,
+and calling myself and doubtless rightly a fool; and tried, by
+watching the crowd in the Square--but timidly, since even at that
+height I fancied I might be recognised--to divert my thoughts. With so
+little success in the end, however, that presently I was stealing down
+the stairs again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I knew that it was impossible I could pass down the main staircase and
+through the servants unobserved, but I took it that in such a house
+there must be a backstairs; and coming to the first floor I turned
+craftily down the main corridor leading into the heart of the house,
+and pretty quickly found that staircase--which was as good as dark--
+and crept down it still meeting no one; a thing that surprised me
+until I stood in the long passage on the ground floor corresponding
+with the corridor above, and found that the door, which from its
+position should cut it off from the front hall, was fastened.
+Tantalised by the murmur of voices in the hall, and my proximity, I
+tried the lock twice; but the second effort only confirming the result
+of the first, I was letting down the latch as softly as I could,
+hoping that I should not be detected, when the door was sharply flung
+open in my face, all the noise and heat of the hall burst on me, and
+in the opening appeared a stout angry man, who glared at me as if he
+would eat me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What are you doing here?&quot; he cried, &quot;when twice I have told you----&quot;
+There he stopped, seeing who it was, and &quot;Hallo!&quot; he continued in a
+different and more civil tone, &quot;it is you, is it? Are you better?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Afterwards I learned that he was Mr. Martin, my lord's house-steward,
+but at the time I knew him only for someone in authority; and I
+muttered an excuse. &quot;Well, come through, now you are here,&quot; he
+continued sharply. &quot;But the orders are strict that this door be kept
+locked while this business is going. You can see as well, or better,
+from the stairs. There, those are the men. And a rare set of
+Frenchified devils they look! Charnock is in with my lord now, and I
+hope he may not blow him up with gunpowder or some fiendish trick.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He had scarcely told me when, a stir in the body of the hall
+announcing a new arrival, a cry was raised of &quot;Room for my Lord
+Marlborough and my Lord Godolphin!&quot; and the press falling to either
+side out of respect, I had a glimpse of two gentlemen in the act of
+entering; one, a stout and very noble-looking man of florid
+complexion, the other stout also and personable, but a trifle smug and
+solemn. The steward had no sooner heard their names announced, than in
+a great fluster he bade me keep the door a minute; and pushing himself
+into the throng, he went with immense importance to receive them.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So by a strange piece of luck at the moment that the check of his
+presence was withdrawn, I found myself standing within three feet of
+the girl, whose seat was close to the door; moreover, the movement, by
+thrusting those who had before occupied the floor back upon the line
+of prisoners, had walled us in, as it were, from observation. Under
+these circumstances our eyes met, and I looked for a flush of joy and
+surprise, a cry of recognition at least; but though Mary started, and
+for an instant stared at me wide-eyed, her gaze fell the next moment,
+and muttering something inaudible, she let her chin sink back on her
+breast.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did not remember that she, supposing I had informed, and ignorant of
+the scene which had bound me to the Duke of Shrewsbury, would see
+nothing surprising in my presence in his house, and more deeply
+wounded than I can now believe possible by her demeanour, I bent over
+her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Don't you know me?&quot; I whispered. &quot;Mary!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shivered, but retained the same attitude, her eyes on the floor.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Can I do anything for you?&quot; I persisted; but this time I spoke more
+coldly; her silence began to annoy me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She looked up then with a wan smile; and, with lips so dry that they
+scarcely performed their office, spoke. &quot;You can let me escape,&quot; she
+said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is impossible,&quot; I answered promptly--to put an end to such
+notions. And then to comfort her, &quot;Besides, what can they do to you!&quot;
+I said confidently. &quot;Nothing! You are not a man, and they do not burn
+women for treason now, unless it is for coining. Cheer up! They----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They will send me to the Compter--and whip me,&quot; she muttered,
+shuddering so suddenly and violently that the chair creaked under her.
+And then, &quot;If you can get me away,&quot; she continued, moistening her lips
+and speaking with her eyes averted, &quot;Well! But if not you had better
+leave me. You do me no good,&quot; she added, after a slight pause, and
+with a sob of impatience in her voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I knew that it was not unlikely that the House of Correction would be
+her fate; and that such a fate, even to a decent woman--and she was a
+girl!--might be less tolerable than death. And I felt something of the
+horror and lurking apprehension that parched her mouth and strained
+her eyes. The hall was growing dark round us, and the throng of
+persons of all sorts that filled it, poisoning the air with their
+breathing and the odour of their clothes, I experienced an astonishing
+loathing of the confinement and the place. I saw this the beginning of
+the dreary road which she had to travel; and my heart revolting with
+the pity of it, and the future of it, I fell into a passion, and did a
+thing I very seldom did. I swore.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And then--heaven knows how I went on to a thing so unwise and
+reckless, and in every way so unlike me! Certainly it was not the mere
+opportunity tempted me--though a chance more favourable, the general
+attention being completely engrossed by the two noblemen, could not
+have been conceived--yet it was certainly not that, I say, for I did
+it on the impulse of the moment, in sheer blind terror, not looking to
+see whether I were watched or not. Nor did it arise from any farther
+suggestion on the girl's part. In fact, all I remember of it is that,
+in a paroxysm of pity, feeling rather than seeing that the people
+round us completely hid us, I touched the girl's shoulder, and that
+she looked up with a wild look in her eyes--and that determined me. So
+that without thinking I unlocked the door in a trembling, fumbling
+sort of manner, and passed her through it, and followed her, no one
+except Cassel, the prisoner who sat next her, being the wiser. Had I
+been prudent, or acted under anything but the impulse of the moment, I
+should have let her go through, and trusting to her woman's wits to
+get her clear of the house, have remained on guard myself as if
+nothing had happened; and certainly this would have been the safer
+way, since I could have sworn, when I was challenged, that no one had
+passed through the door. But I had not the nerve to think of this or
+remain, and I went with her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The thing once done, my first thought, and the natural, if foolish,
+impulse on which I acted was to take her to my room, hers to follow
+where I led. The passage beyond the door was dark, but taking no
+thought of slip or stumble, in a moment I had her up the small
+staircase which led to the first floor, and through the door at the
+head of the flight into the long corridor, which, spacious, lofty, and
+comparatively light--in every way the strangest opposite to the
+crowded hall below--ran from the well of the great staircase into the
+depths of the house. By involving her in this upper part of the house,
+whence escape was impossible, and where prolonged search must
+inevitably discover her, I was really doing a most foolish thing. But
+in the event it mattered nothing, for as we reached the corridor, and
+paused to cast a wary glance down its length this way and that--I, for
+my part, shaking like an aspen, and I doubt not as white as a sheet--a
+single footstep rang on the marble floor that edged the matting of the
+passage, and the next moment the Duke himself, issuing from a doorway
+no more than five paces away, came plump upon us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The surprise was so complete that we had no time to move, and we stood
+as if turned to stone. Yet even then, if I had retained perfect
+presence of mind, and bethought me that he might not know the girl,
+and would probably deem her one of his household--a still-room maid or
+a seamstress--all might have been well. For though he did, in fact,
+know the girl, having questioned her not half an hour before, it was
+on me that his eye alighted; and his first words were proof that he
+suspected nothing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you better?&quot; he said, pausing with the kindness and consideration
+that so well became him--nay, that became no other man so well. &quot;I am
+glad to see that you are about. We shall want you presently. What was
+it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And then, if I had answered him at once, I have no doubt that he
+would have passed on; but my teeth chattered so pitiably that I could
+only gape at him; and on that, seeing in a moment that something was
+wrong, he looked at my companion, and recognised her. I saw his eyes
+open wide with astonishment, and his mouth grew stern. Then, &quot;But
+what--what, sir, is this?&quot; he cried. &quot;And what do you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He said no more, for as he reached that word the door beside me opened
+gently, and a man slid round it, looked, saw the Duke, and stood, his
+mouth agape, a stifled oath on his lips. It was Cassel, his hands
+shackled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At this fresh appearance the Duke's astonishment may be imagined, and
+could scarcely be exceeded. He stared at the door as if he questioned
+who still remained behind it, or who might be the next to issue from
+it. But then, seeing, I suppose, something whimsical and bizarre in
+the situation--which there certainly was, though at the time I was far
+from discerning it--and being a man who, in all circumstances,
+retained a natural dignity, he smiled; and recovering himself before
+any one of us, took a tone between the grave and ironical. &quot;Mr.
+Cassel?&quot; he said. &quot;Unless my eyes deceive me? The gentleman I saw a
+few minutes ago?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The same,&quot; the conspirator answered jauntily; but his anxious eyes
+roving beside and behind the Duke belied his tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, perhaps,&quot; my lord answered, taking out his snuff-box, and
+tapping it with a good-humoured air, &quot;you will see, sir, that your
+presence here needs some explanation? May I ask how you came here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The devil I know or care, your Grace!&quot; Cassel answered. &quot;Except that
+I came into your house with no good-will, and if I could have found
+the door should not have outstayed my welcome.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I believe it,&quot; said my lord drily, &quot;if I believe nothing else. But
+you have lost the throw. And that being so, may I beg that you will
+descend again? I am loth to use force in my own house, Mr. Cassel, and
+to call the servants would prejudice your case. If you are wise,
+therefore, I think that you will see the wisdom of retiring quietly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have no fear, I will go,&quot; the man answered with sufficient coolness.
+&quot;I should not have come up, but that I saw that Square-toes there
+smuggle out the girl, and as no one was looking it seemed natural to
+follow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh!&quot; said the Duke, flashing a glance at me that loosened my
+knee-joints. &quot;He smuggled her out, did he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He could not do much less,&quot; the conspirator answered. &quot;She saved his
+life yesterday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Indeed!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, when Ferguson would have hung him like a dog! And not far wrong
+either! But mum! I am talking. And save him or no, I did not think the
+creature had the spunk to do the thing. No, I did not.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah!&quot; said my lord, looking at him attentively.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, and as for the wench, your Grace----&quot; and with the word Cassel
+dropped his voice, &quot;she is no more than a child. You have enough. It
+is all over. <i>Sacré nom de Dieu</i>, let her go, my lord. Let the girl
+go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke raised his eyebrows. &quot;I see no girl,&quot; said he, slowly. &quot;Of
+whom are you talking, Mr. Cassel?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I do not know who was more astonished at that, Cassel or I. True, the
+girl was gone; for a moment before, the Duke's back being half-turned,
+she had slipped into a doorway a couple of paces away, and there I
+could hear her breathing even now. But that my lord had failed to
+detect the movement I could no more believe than that he had failed to
+see the girl two minutes before, when, as clearly as I ever saw
+anything in my life, I had seen him examine her features.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, &quot;I see no girl,&quot; he repeated coolly. &quot;But I see you, Mr.
+Cassel; and as the alarm maybe given at any moment, and I do not
+choose to be found with you, I must beg of you to descend at once. Do
+you, sir,&quot; he continued, addressing me sharply, &quot;go with him, and when
+you have taken him back to the hall bring me the key of the door.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I am d----d!&quot; said Cassel.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For the first time the Duke betrayed signs of anger. &quot;Go, sir&quot;; he
+said. &quot;And do you&quot;--this to me--&quot;bring me the key of that door.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Cassel turned as if to go; then with difficulty lifting his hands to
+his head he took off his hat. &quot;My lord,&quot; he said, &quot;you are well called
+the King of Hearts. For a Whig you are a d----d good fellow!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_31" href="#div1Ref_31">CHAPTER XXXI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">What was preparing, or what my lord intended by conduct so
+extraordinary I had no time to consider. For though I got Cassel into
+the hall again undetected--which was of itself a marvel--when it came
+to taking the key from the lock my hand shook so violently with fear
+and excitement that the first attempt failed. Before I had succeeded
+the steward bustled up through the crowd, and seeing what I was about,
+bade me desist with some roughness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you want an escape that way?&quot; said he, bursting with importance.
+&quot;Leave it to me. Here, hands off, man.&quot; And he drew me into the hall
+and locked the door.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So there I was, fixed as it were in the girl's empty place, with
+Cassel grinning at me on one side and the steward grumbling on the
+other, and the crowd so thick about us that it was impossible for me
+to budge an inch. It amazed me that the girl's absence had not yet
+been noticed, but I knew that in no short time it must be, and my
+misery was in proportion. Presently &quot;Hallo,&quot; cried the steward,
+peeping first on one side of me and then on the other. &quot;Where is that
+slut that was here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In with your master,&quot; said Cassel coolly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But Charnock is with him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, I suppose he can have two at a time if he pleases, Mr.
+Pudding-head! Thousand devils! Are we going to be kept in this crowd
+all night?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The steward sniffed his indignation, but the answer satisfied him for
+the time; and the messengers and tipstaves being engaged at the
+farther end of the hall in shepherding their prisoners on the side of
+the house-door, and being crowded upon besides by gentlemen whom they
+feared to offend, had no notion of what had happened or that their
+tale was not complete. Someone had lowered and lighted a round
+lanthorn that hung in the middle of the hall; but the light hanging
+low, and being intercepted by the heads of those before us, barely
+reached the corner in which I stood. Still I knew that this was but a
+respite, and my relief and joy were great, when a cry of &quot;Price!
+Price!&quot; was raised, and &quot;Price! Who is he? His Grace wants Price!&quot;
+passing from lip to lip, the steward thrust me forward, and called to
+the nearest to make a way for me; and this being done I was speedily
+passed through the crowd to a door at the farther side of the hall,
+where two servants who stood on guard there, having satisfied
+themselves that I was the man, I was admitted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I knew that I was not yet out of the wood. Moreover I had cause to
+doubt how I now stood in the Duke's favour, or what might be his
+intentions towards me. But at least I had escaped from the hall and
+from the steward whom I had begun to regard with a mixture of fear and
+hatred; and I prepared to face the ordeal before me with a courage
+that now seems astonishing. However, for the moment my courage was not
+to be proved. The room in which I found myself was large and lofty,
+lined for the most part with books, and adorned with marble busts,
+that gleamed ghostly in the obscured corners, or stood out bright and
+white where the radiance of the candles fell on them. In the middle of
+the rich dark carpet that covered the floor stood a table, furnished
+with papers, pens, and books; and this, with three inquisitorial
+chairs, set along the farther side of it, had a formidable air. But
+the three persons for whose accommodation the chairs had been placed,
+were now on their feet, standing in a group before the hearth, and so
+deeply engrossed in the subject under discussion that, if they were
+aware of my entrance, they took no notice of it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Earl of Marlborough, the more handsome and courtly of the two
+noblemen whom I had seen pass through the hall, a man even then of a
+great and splendid presence and address, though not what he afterwards
+became, was speaking, when finding myself unheeded, I gathered my wits
+to listen. &quot;I have no right to give advice, your Grace,&quot; he was saying
+in suave and courtly accents, &quot;But I think you will be ill-advised if
+you pay much attention to what these rogues allege, or make it
+public.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No man will be safe!&quot; urged his companion, with, it seemed to me, a
+note of anxiety in his voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Better hang them out of hand,&quot; responded the Earl blandly. And he
+took snuff and delicately dusted his upper lip.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet I do not know,&quot; answered the Duke, who stood between the two with
+his eyes on the fire, and his back towards me. &quot;If we go too fast,
+people may say, my lord, that we fear what they might disclose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Earl laughed blandly. &quot;You had little gain by Preston,&quot; said he,
+&quot;and you kept him long enough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My Lord Devonshire is anxious to go into the matter thoroughly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Doubtless he has his reasons,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered, shrugging
+his shoulders. &quot;The question is--whether your Grace has the same.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know none why we should <i>not</i> go into it,&quot; the Duke answered in
+measured tones which showed pretty clearly that in spite of his
+good-nature he was not to be led blindfold. &quot;They can have nothing to
+say that will reflect on me. And I am sure,&quot; he continued, slightly
+inclining his head in courteous fashion, &quot;that the same may be said of
+Lord Marlborough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Cela va sans dire!</i>&quot; answered the Earl in a voice so unconstrained
+and with a gesture so proud and easy that if he lied--as some have
+been found ready to assert--he showed a mastery of that art alike
+amazing and incredible. &quot;And of Lord Godolphin also.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By God, yes!&quot; that peer exclaimed, in such a hurry to assent that his
+words tumbled over one another.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just so. I say so, my lord,&quot; the Earl repeated with a faint ring of
+scorn in his tone, while Lord Godolphin wiped his forehead. &quot;But
+innocence is no shield against calumny, and if these rogues can
+prolong their lives by a lie, do you think that they will not tell
+one? Or even ten?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, by God, will they!&quot; cried Godolphin. &quot;Or twenty. I'll lay thee
+long odds to that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord bowed and admitted that it was possible.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So possible,&quot; Lord Marlborough continued, lightly and pleasantly,
+&quot;that it is not long since your Grace, unless I am mistaken, suffered
+after that very fashion. I have no mind to probe your secrets,
+Duke--God forbid! I leave such tasks to my Lord Portland! But, unless
+I am in error, when you last left office advantage was taken of
+some&quot;--he paused, and then with an easy motion of his white
+hands--&quot;some trifling indiscretion. It was exaggerated and increased
+tenfold, and placed in a light so false that&quot;--he paused again to take
+a pinch of snuff from his box--&quot;that for a time even the King was
+induced to believe--that my Lord Shrewsbury was corresponding with
+France. Most amusing!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke did not answer for a moment; then in a voice that shook a
+little, &quot;It is an age of false witnesses,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Precisely,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered, shrugging his shoulders with
+charming <i>bonhomie</i>. &quot;That is what I say. They do not greatly hurt you
+or me. We have clear consciences and clean hands; and can defy these
+ruffians. But the party must be considered.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is something in that,&quot; said the Duke, nodding and speaking in
+his natural tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And smaller men, as innocent, but more vulnerable--they too should be
+considered.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True,&quot; said Lord Godolphin, nodding. &quot;True, by God.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke assented thoughtfully. &quot;I will bear it in mind,&quot; he said. &quot;I
+think it is a questionable policy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In any event I am sure that your Grace's prudence will steer the
+matter to a safe issue,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered in his courtliest
+fashion. &quot;I thank Heaven that you are here in this emergency, and not
+Portland or Auverquerque, who see a foe to the King in every
+Englishman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I should be sorry to see any but an Englishman in the Secretary's
+office,&quot; the Duke said, with a little heat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And yet that is what we have to expect,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered
+placidly. &quot;But we are detaining your Grace. Come, my lord, we must be
+going. I suppose that Sir John is not taken?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John Fenwick?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It has not been reported.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With that the two noblemen took a formal farewell, and the Duke
+begging them to go out by his private door that they might avoid the
+press in the hall, they were crossing the room in that direction, when
+a sudden hubbub arose outside and a cry of alarm, and before they had
+more than raised their eyebrows, asking one another politely what it
+meant, the door beside which I stood was opened, and a gentleman came
+in. He looked with a flustered face at the Duke. &quot;Your Grace's
+pardon,&quot; he said hurriedly. &quot;One of the prisoners has escaped!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Escaped!&quot; said the Duke. &quot;How?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The woman has somehow slipped away. Through the crowd it is believed,
+your Grace. The messenger----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But at that moment the unfortunate official himself appeared in the
+doorway, looking scared out of his life, &quot;What is this?&quot; said the Duke
+sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man whimpered. &quot;'Fore God it is not my fault,&quot; he cried. &quot;She
+never passed through the door! May I die if she did, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She may be still in the hall?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We have searched it through and through!&quot; the man answered
+desperately. &quot;It remains only to search the house, your Grace--with
+your permission.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What!&quot; the Duke cried, really or apparently startled. &quot;Why the
+house?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;She must have slipped into the house, for she never went out!&quot; the
+man answered doggedly. &quot;She never went out!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke shrugged his shoulders and turned to Lord Marlborough. &quot;What
+do you think?&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Earl raised his eyebrows. By this time half the concourse in the
+hall had pressed to the doorway, and were staring into the room. &quot;Call
+Martin,&quot; said the Duke. &quot;And stand back there a little, if you
+please,&quot; he continued haughtily. &quot;This is no public court, but my
+house, good people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It seemed to me--but I, behind the door, was in a boundless
+fright--that the steward would never come. He did come at last, and
+pushing his way through the crowd, presented himself with a bustling
+confidence that failed to hide his apprehensions. Nor was the Duke's
+reception of him calculated to set him at his ease.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Stand out, man!&quot; he said harshly, and with a nearer approach to the
+tyrannical than I had hitherto seen in a man, who was perhaps the
+best-natured of his species. &quot;Stand out and answer me, and no
+evasions. Did I not give you an order of the strictest character, to
+lock the inner door and leave it for nothing, and no one--while this
+business was forward?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Martin gasped. &quot;May it please your Grace,&quot; he said, &quot;I----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Answer, fool, what I ask,&quot; the Duke cried, cutting him short with the
+utmost asperity. &quot;Did I not give you those orders?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man was astonished, and utterly terrified. &quot;Yes,&quot; he said. &quot;It is
+true, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And did you obey them?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Poor Martin, seeing that all the trouble was like to rest on his back,
+answered as in all probability the Duke expected. &quot;I did, your Grace,&quot;
+he said roundly. &quot;I have not been an arm's length from the door, nor
+has it been unlocked. I have the key here,&quot; he continued, producing it
+and holding it up.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Has anyone passed through the door while you have been on guard?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The steward had gone too far to confess the truth now, and swore
+positively and repeatedly that no one had passed through the door or
+could have passed through the door; that it was impossible; that the
+door had been locked all the time, and the key in his possession:
+finally, that if the girl had gone through the door she must have gone
+through the keyhole, and was a witch. At which some present crossed
+themselves.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am satisfied,&quot; said the Duke, addressing the messenger. &quot;Doubtless
+she slipped through the crowd. But as you are responsible and will
+have to answer for the girl, I would advise you to lose no time in
+searching such of Mr. Ferguson's haunts as are known to you. It is
+probable that she will take refuge in one or other of them. However, I
+will report the matter as favourably as I can to the council. You can
+go. Lodge the others according to the warrants, and make no second
+blunder. See these people out, Martin. And for you, my lords, I am
+sorry that this matter has detained you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>La fille--ne velait pas beaucoup?</i>&quot; said the Earl curiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Pas de tout!</i>&quot; my lord answered, and smiling, shrugged his
+shoulders. &quot;<i>Rien!</i>&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_32" href="#div1Ref_32">CHAPTER XXXII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">With the least inclination towards merriment I must have laughed at
+the face of horror with which Mr. Martin, when he went a few minutes
+later, to expel the last stragglers, came on me where I stood, trying
+to efface myself behind the door. He dared not speak, for the Duke was
+standing at the table a few paces from him; and I would not budge.
+Fortunately I remembered that a still tongue was all he need wish; and
+I laid my finger on my lips and nodded to him. This a little
+encouraged him, but not much; and in his fear of what I might, in
+spite of my promise, let out, if I were left alone with his master, he
+was still in two minds whether he should eject me or not, when the
+Duke spoke.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is Price there?&quot; he said with his face averted, and his hands still
+busy with the papers. &quot;The man I sent for.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Grace,&quot; Martin answered, making hideous faces at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then leave us. Shut the door.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">If my lord had spoken the moment that was done and we were alone, I
+think it would have relieved me. But he continued to search among the
+papers on the table, and left me to sink under the weight of the
+stately room with its ordered rows of books, its ticking dial, and the
+mute busts of the great dead. The Duke's cloak lay across a chair, his
+embroidered star glittering on the breast; his sword and despatch-box
+were on another chair; and a thing that I took to be the signet
+gleamed among the papers on the table. From the lofty mantel-piece of
+veined marble that, supported by huge rampant dogs, towered high above
+me (the work as I learned afterwards of the great Inigo Jones), the
+portrait of a man in armour, with a warden in his mailed hand, frowned
+down on me, and the stillness continuing unbroken, and all the things
+I saw speaking to me gravely and weightily, of a world hitherto
+unknown to me--a world wherein the foot exchanged the thick pile of
+carpets for the sounding tread of Parian, and orders were obeyed
+unspoken, and sable-vested servants went to and fro at a sign--a world
+of old traditions, old observances, and old customs revolving round
+this man still young, I felt my spirits sink--the distance was so
+great from the sphere I had known hitherto. Every moment the silence
+grew more oppressive, the ticking of the clock more monotonous; it was
+an immense relief when the Duke suddenly spoke, and addressing me in
+his ordinary tone, &quot;You can write?&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then sit here,&quot; he replied, indicating a seat at the end of the
+table, &quot;and write what I shall tell you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And before I could marvel at the ease of the transition, I was seated,
+quietly writing; what I can no longer remember, for it was the first
+only of many hundred papers, of private and public importance, which I
+was privileged to write for his signature. My hand shook, and it is
+unlikely that I exhibited much of the natural capacity for such work
+which it has been my lot to manifest since; nevertheless, his Grace
+after glancing over it, was pleased to express his satisfaction. &quot;You
+learned to do this with Brome?&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then how,&quot; he continued, seating himself--I had risen
+respectfully--&quot;Tell me what happened to you yesterday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had no choice but to obey, but before I told my story, seeing that
+he was in a good humour and so favourably inclined to me, I spoke out
+what was in my mind; and in the most moving terms possible I conjured
+him to promise me that I should not be forced to be an evidence. I
+would tell him all, I would be faithful and true to him, and ask
+nothing better than to be his servant--but be an informer in court I
+dared not.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You dare not?&quot; he said, with an odd look at me. &quot;And why not, man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But all I could answer was, &quot;I dare not!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you afraid of these villains?&quot; he continued, impatiently. &quot;I tell
+you, we have them: it is they who have to fear!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But I still clung to my point. I would tell, but I would give no
+evidence; I dared not.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am afraid, Mr. Price,&quot; he said at that, and with an air of some
+contempt, &quot;that you are something of a coward!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I answered, grovelling before him, that it might be--it might be;
+but----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But--who of us is not?&quot; he answered, with a sudden gesture between
+scorn and self-reproof. &quot;Do you mean that, man?&quot; And he fixed his eyes
+on me. &quot;Well, it is true. Who of us is not?&quot; he repeated, slowly; and
+turning from me, he began to pace the room, his hands clasped behind
+him; so that before he had made a single turn it was easy to see that
+he had forgotten my presence. &quot;Who of us is not afraid--if not of
+these scoundrels, still of the future, of the return, of Jacobus
+<i>iracundus et ingens</i>, of another 29th of May? To be safe now and to
+be safe then--who is not thinking of that and living for that, and
+planning for that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p281"><img src="images/p281.png" alt="p281"></a><br>
+AND TURNING FROM ME, HE BEGAN TO PACE THE ROOM, HIS
+HANDS CLASPED BEHIND HIM</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">He was silent a moment, then with something of anger in his voice, &quot;My
+Lord Marlborough, dipped to the lips in '88, who shall say that for
+all that he has not made his peace? And has good reason to urge us to
+let sleeping dogs lie? And Godolphin, is it only at Newmarket he has
+hedged--that he says, the less we go into this the better? And
+Sunderland who trusts no one and whom no one trusts? And Leeds--all
+things for power? And Clarendon, once pardoned? And Russell, all
+temper? Who knows what pledges they have given, or may give?
+Devonshire--Devonshire only has to lose, and stands to lose with me.
+With me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As he spoke thus he seemed to be so human, and through the robe of
+state and stateliness in which he lived the beating of the poor human
+heart was so plainly visible, that my heart went out to him, and with
+an eagerness and boldness that now surprise me, I spoke to him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But, your Grace,&quot; I said, &quot;while the King lives all goes well, and
+were anything to happen to him----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes?&quot; said he, staring at me, and no little astonished at the
+interruption.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is the Princess Anne. She is here, she would succeed, and----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And my Lord Marlborough!&quot; said he, smiling. &quot;Well, it may be. But who
+taught you politics, Mr. Price?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. Brome,&quot; said I, abashed. &quot;What I know, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha! I keep forgetting,&quot; he answered, gaily, &quot;that I am talking to one
+of the makers of opinion--the formers of taste. But there, you shall
+be no evidence, I give you my word. So tell me all you know, and what
+befell you yesterday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had no desire but to do so--on those terms, and one small matter
+excepted--and not only to do that, but all things that could serve
+him. Nevertheless, and though I had high hopes of what I might get by
+his grace and favour, I was far from understanding that that was the
+beginning of twenty years of faithful labour at his side; of a matter
+of fifteen thousand papers written under his eye; of whole ledgers
+made up, of estate accompts balanced and tallies collected; of many
+winters and summers spent among his books, either in the placid shades
+of Eyford or in the dignified quiet of St. James's Square. But, as I
+have said, though I did not foresee all this, I hoped much, and more
+as, my tale proceeding, my lord's generous emotion became evident.
+When I had done, he said many kind things to me respecting the peril I
+had escaped; and adding to their value by his manner of saying them,
+and by the charm which no other so perfectly possessed, he left me at
+last no resource but to quit the room in tears.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Treated thus with a kindness as much above my deserts as it was
+admirable in one of his transcendent rank, and assured, moreover, by
+my lord's own mouth that henceforth, in gratitude for the service I
+had done him in Ferguson's room, he would provide for me, I should
+have stood, I ought to have stood, in the seventh heaven of felicity.
+But as suffering moves unerring on the track of weakness, and no man
+enjoys at any moment perfect bliss, I had first to learn the fate of
+the girl whose evasion I had contrived. And when a cautious search and
+questions as crafty had satisfied me that she had really effected her
+escape from the house--probably in a man's dress, for one of the
+lacqueys complained of the loss of a suit of clothes--I had still a
+care; and a care which gnawed more sharply with every hour of ease and
+safety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Needless to say, the one matter on which I had been reticent, the one
+actor whose presence on the scene I had not disclosed to my lord, lay
+at the bottom of my anxiety. Kind in action and generous in intention
+as the Duke had shown himself, his magnanimity had not availed to oust
+from my mind the terror with which Smith's threats had imbued it; nor
+while confessing all else had I been able to bring myself to denounce
+the conspirator or detail the terms on which he had set me free.
+Though I had all the inducement to speak, which the certainty that his
+arrest would release me, could present, even this, and the security of
+the haven in which I lay, failed to encourage me to the point of
+hazard. So strong was the hold on my fears which this man had
+compassed; and so complete the slavery to which he had reduced my
+will.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But though at the time of confession, I found it a relief to be silent
+about him, this same silence presently left me alone to cope with him,
+and with fears sufficiently poignant, which his memory awakened: the
+result being that with prospects more favourable and a future better
+assured than I had ever imagined would be mine, or than any man of my
+condition had a right to expect, I still found this drop of poison in
+my cup. It was not enough that all things--and my patron--favouring
+me, I sank easily into the position of his privy clerk, that I
+retained that excellent room in which I had first been placed, that I
+found myself accepted by the household as a fact--so that never a man
+saved from drowning by a strand had a right to praise his fortune as I
+had; nor that, the wind from every quarter, seeming at the same time
+to abate, the prisoners went for trial, and nothing said of me, while
+Ferguson, of whose complicity no legal proof could be found, lay in
+prison under the suspension of the Habeas Corpus, and kept silence;
+nor even that a note came from Mary, ostensibly from Dunkirk, and
+without compromising me informed me of her safety. It was not enough,
+I say, that each and all of these things happened beyond my hopes; for
+in the midst of my prosperity, whether I stood writing at my lord's
+elbow in the stillness of the stately library, or moved at ease
+through the corridor, greeted with respect by my fellow-servants, and
+with civility by all, I was alike haunted by the thought and terror of
+Smith, and the knowledge that at any moment, the conspirator might
+appear to hurl me from this paradise. The secrecy which I had
+maintained about him doubled his power; even as the ease and luxury in
+which I lived presented in darker and fouler colours the sordid scenes
+and perils through which I had waded to this eminence.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_33" href="#div1Ref_33">CHAPTER XXXIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I think that I had spent a week, or it might be more, in this
+situation of mingled ease and torment, when on coming down one morning
+after a hag-ridden night I heard a stir in the hall; and, going that
+way to learn what it meant, met the servants returning in a crowd from
+the front, and talking low about something. Martin, who was foremost,
+cried, &quot;Ha, you are too late!&quot; And then drawing me aside, into a
+little den he had beside the passage, &quot;They have taken him to the
+office,&quot; he said. &quot;But, lord's sakes, Mr. Price,&quot; he continued,
+lifting his eyebrows and pursing up his lips to express his
+astonishment, &quot;who would have thought it? Her ladyship will be in a
+taking! I hope that there may be no more in it than appears!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In what?&quot; said I.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In this arrest,&quot; he answered, eyeing me with meaning, and then softly
+closing the door on us. &quot;I hope it may end there. That is all I say!
+Between ourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You forget,&quot; I cried with irritation, &quot;that I know nothing about it!
+What arrest? And who is arrested?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mr. Bridges's man of business.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What Mr. Bridges?&quot; I cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lord, Mr. Price, have you no wits?&quot; he answered, staring at me. &quot;My
+lord's mother's husband. The Countess's, to be sure! You must know Mr.
+Smith.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It needed no more than that; although, without the name, we might have
+gone on at cross purposes for an hour. But the name--the world held
+only one Smith for me, and he it seemed was arrested.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was arrested! It was with the greatest difficulty that I could
+control my joy. Fortunately the little cub, where we stood, was
+ill-lighted, and Martin, a man too much taken up with his own
+consequence to be over-observant of his companions. Still, for a
+moment, I was perfectly overcome, the effervescence of my spirits such
+that I could do nothing but lean against the wall of the room, my
+heart bounding with joy and my head singing a pæan of jubilation.
+Smith was taken! Smith was in the hands of justice! Smith was arrested
+and I was free.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The first rapture past, however, I began to doubt; partly because the
+news seemed to be too good to be true, and partly because, though
+Martin had continued to babble, I had heard not a word. Wild,
+therefore, to have the thing confirmed, I cut him short; and crying,
+&quot;But what Smith is it, do you say? Who is he?&quot; I brought him back to
+the point at which he had left me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, Mr. Price,&quot; he answered, &quot;I thought everyone knew Mr. Smith. Mr.
+Smith, Mr. Bridges's factotum, land-steward, what you will! He married
+the Countess's fine madam--madame they call her in the household,
+though she is no French thing but Hertfordshire born, as I knew by her
+speech when my lord first took up with her. But not everyone knows
+that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When my lord took up with her?&quot; I said, groping among half-recognised
+objects, and beginning--so much light may come through the least
+chink--to see day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Mr. Martin nodded confidentially. &quot;That is how she came to be with my
+lady,&quot; he said. &quot;And Mr. Smith, too! My lord met her somewhere when he
+was young and gay and took up with her, and to please her got the
+place for Mr. Smith, who had been her flame before. However, my lord
+soon tired of her, for though she was a beauty she had common ways and
+was bold as brass; so when he parted from her she went back to her old
+love, who had first made her the mode, and married him. I have heard
+that my lord was in a pretty taking when he found her planted at the
+Countess's. But I have nothing to say against her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Does my lord--see her now?&quot; I said with an effort.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When he does he looks pretty black at her. And I fancy that there is
+no love lost on her side.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What did you say that--they called her?&quot; I asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Madame--Madame Monterey.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I remembered where I had heard the name before and who had borne it;
+and saw so much light that I was dazzled. &quot;And my lord's mother--who
+married Mr. Bridges. She is a Papist?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hush!&quot; he said. &quot;The less said about such things the better, Mr.
+Price.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But I persisted. &quot;It was she who ran off with my Lord Buckingham in
+King Charles's time,&quot; I cried, &quot;and held his horse while he killed her
+husband? And who had Mr. Killigrew stabbed in the street; and----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In a panic he clapped his hand on my mouth. &quot;God, man!&quot; he cried, &quot;do
+you know where you are, or is your head turned? Do you think that this
+house is a fit place to give tongue to such things? Lord, you will be
+but a short time here, and to the pillory when you go, if you throw
+your tongue that way! I have not blabbed as much in twenty years, and
+would not for a kingdom! Who are you to talk of such as my lady?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was so righteously indignant at the presumption of which I had been
+guilty in attacking the family that, though it was his own
+indiscretion that had led me to the point, I made haste to mutter an
+apology, and doing this with the better grace for the remembrance that
+Smith was now powerless and his wicked plans abortive, I contrived
+presently to appease him. But the ferment which the discovery I had
+made wrought in my spirits moved me to escape as quickly as possible
+to my room, there to consider at leisure the miserable position in
+which, but for Smith's timely capture, I must have found myself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A suspicion of the truth I had entertained before; but this certainty
+that the man I was to be trepanned into personating was my benefactor,
+and that in the plot his own mother was engaged, filled me with as
+much horror, when I considered the necessity of complying under which
+I might have lain, as thankfulness when I reflected on the escape I
+had had. Nor did these two considerations, overwhelming as they may
+well appear, account for all the agitation I was experiencing. Mr.
+Martin, in speaking of Madame Monterey's origin, had mentioned
+Hertfordshire; and the name, bringing together two sets of facts
+hitherto so distant in my mind that I had never undertaken to connect
+them, had in a flash presented Smith and madame in their true colours.
+Why I had not before associated the Smith I now knew with that Templar
+Smith whom I darkly remembered as Jennie's accomplice in my early
+trouble; why I had not recognised in the woman's coarsely handsome
+features the charms that thirteen years before had fired my boy's
+blood and brought me to the foot of the gallows, is not more difficult
+to explain than why this one mention of Hertfordshire sufficed to
+raise the curtain; ay, and not only to raise it, but to set the whole
+drama so plainly before me that I could be no wiser had I followed
+every scene in madame's life, and, a witness of her shameful <i>débût</i>
+under Smith's protection, her seduction of my lord and her period of
+splendour, had attended her in her final declension when, a discarded
+mistress, she saw no better alternative than a marriage with her
+former protector.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How greatly this identification of the two conspirators increased, as
+well as the loathing in which I held their schemes, as my relief upon
+the reflection that those schemes were now futile, I will not say.
+Suffice it that the knowledge that, but for Smith's arrest, I must
+have chosen between playing the basest part in the world and running a
+risk whereat I shuddered, filled me with thankfulness immeasurable, a
+thankfulness which I did not fail to pour out on my knees, and which
+was in no degree lessened by a shuddering consciousness that in that
+dilemma, had Providence not averted it, I might have--ay, should
+have--played the baser part!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">No wonder that a hundred harrowing recollections crowded on my mind,
+or that under the pressure of these the tumult of my spirits became so
+powerful that I presently seized my hat, and hastily escaping from the
+house, sought in rapid movement some relief from the unpleasant
+retrospect. Crossing the Green Park, I chose a field path that led by
+the Pimlico marshes to Fulham; and gradually the songs of the larks
+and the spring sunshine--for the day was calm and serene--leading my
+mind into a more cheerful groove, I began to dwell rather on the fact
+of my escape than on the crime from which I had escaped, and
+contemplating the secure career that now lay in view before me, I was
+not long in seeing that thankfulness should be my strongest feeling.
+Turning my back on Smith and his like, I began to build my house
+again; saw a smiling wife and babes, and days spent between my home
+and my lord's papers; and then a green old age and slippered feet
+tottering through the quiet shades of a library. Before I turned I had
+roofed the house with an honourable headstone, and felt the tears rise
+in generous sympathy with the village assembled to do the old man
+honour.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In a word, tasting the full relief of emancipation, I became so gay
+and lightsome that even the smoke and din of London, when I re-entered
+it, failed to subdue the unusual humour. I could have sung, I could
+have laughed aloud. Let the dead past bury its dead! For Ferguson,
+Smith, the Monterey--a fig! Who had come off best after all? And of
+their fine plottings and contrivings what had been the upshot? They
+had failed and I had triumphed; they were prisoners, I was free and
+safe.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Near the garden-wall of Buckingham House there was a bear dancing, and
+a press of people round it. I stayed to watch, and in my mood, found
+the fun so much to my taste that I threw the man a penny and went on
+laughing. A little further, by the edge of the lake, was a man with a
+barrow and dice--then a novelty, though now so prevalent that at the
+last sessions, I am told, the thing was presented for a nuisance. I
+stood here and saw a man lose, and in the exaltation of my spirits,
+pushed him aside and laid down a shilling, and won, and won again--and
+again; whether the cog failed or the truckster who owned the barrow
+thought me a good bait. Either way I took up my winnings with an air
+and hectored away as good a bully as another; placed for the moment so
+far above myself and common modesty, that I wondered whether I should
+ever sink back into the timid citizen, or feel my eyes drop before a
+bravo's.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Alas, in a moment, <i>quantum mutatus ab illo!</i> At the corner of the
+Cockpit, towards Sion House, I met Matthew Smith.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had no doubt. I knew all in an instant, and turned sick. He was
+free, alone, walking with his head high and an easy gait. Worse, he
+saw me; saw how I cowered and shrank into myself, and became another
+man at sight of him!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Slackening his pace as he came up, he halted before me, with that
+quiet devil's grin on his face. &quot;Well,&quot; he said, &quot;how are you, Mr.
+Price? I was looking for you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;For me?&quot; I muttered. &quot;I thought--I heard--that you were arrested.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A mistake!&quot; he answered, continuing to smile. &quot;A mistake! Some other
+Smith.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you were not arrested?&quot; I whispered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, I was arrested!&quot; he answered jauntily. &quot;And taken to the
+Secretary. And of course released. There! you have it all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I uttered an exclamation; two words wrung from me by despair.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thereat, and pretending to misunderstand me. &quot;You thank God? Very kind
+of you, Mr. Price,&quot; said he grinning. &quot;Like master, like man, I see.
+The Duke was kindness itself. But I must be going.&quot; And then,
+arresting himself in the act of leaving me, &quot;You have heard,&quot; he
+continued, &quot;that the poor devil Charnock stands his trial to-morrow?
+Porter is an evidence, and by Monday the parson will swing. It should
+be a warning to us,&quot; he continued, shaking his head with a smile that
+chilled the marrow in my bones, &quot;what company we keep. A rascal like
+Porter might see you or me in the street--and swear to us. Ha! Ha! It
+sounds monstrous odd, but so it might be. But by-by, Mr. Price. I must
+not keep you.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_34" href="#div1Ref_34">CHAPTER XXXIV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">The state in which I crawled back to the house after this encounter
+maybe conceived but not described. From an exaltation of mind to which
+the epithet delirious might be applied with propriety, I fell in an
+instant to a depth of abjectness as monstrous as my late felicity, but
+more real and reasonable. All the things, on my escape from which I
+had been congratulating myself, now lay before me, and formed a vista
+as gloomy as the point to which it tended was dreadful. To be a slave
+to the woman and man who had ruined my youth; to live outwardly at
+ease, while inwardly devoured by daily and hourly terror; to hang
+between the choice of danger or baseness, comfort or treachery; to
+discern in my own destruction or my patron's the inevitable ending;
+beyond all, to foresee that I should choose the evil and eschew the
+good, and to wish it otherwise and be powerless to change it--these
+things, and particularly the last, filled me with anticipations of
+misery so great that I rolled on my bed, and cursed Providence and my
+fate; and next day went down so pale, and ill, and woe-begone that the
+servants took note of it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pheugh, Mr. Price,&quot; said Martin, &quot;you might be Charnock himself, or
+Keyes, poor devil! You could not look more like hanging! What is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered that I was not well.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is Keyes I am sorry for,&quot; continued the steward, who was taking
+his morning draught, &quot;if so be they go to the end with him. I have
+heard of a master given up by his servant, but never before of a
+servant hung on his master's evidence--and his master the one that
+drew him into it! Hang Captain Porter, say I! A fine Captain!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, they will let the poor devil live,&quot; said another.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Keyes?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not they!&quot; said Mr. Martin with great appearance of wisdom. &quot;He was
+in the Blues, do you see, my man, and if it spread there? No, he will
+swing. He will swing for the example. Don't you think so, Mr. Price?
+You are in there with my lord, and should know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But I muttered something and escaped, finding solitude and my own
+reflections as tolerable as their gossip. A little later, my lord,
+sending for me, kept me close at work until evening; which was so far
+fortunate, as the employment, by diverting my thoughts, helped to lift
+me out of the panic into which I had fallen. True, the news that the
+three conspirators were found guilty and were to die the following
+Monday, exactly as Smith had foretold, threw me again into the cold
+fit, and heralded another night of misery. But as it is not possible
+for mortals to lie long under the same peril without the sense of
+danger losing its edge, in three days I began to find life bearable.
+The stateliness of the household, the silence and books that
+surrounded me, the regular hours and steady employment soothed my
+nerves; and Smith making no sign, and nothing occurring to indicate
+that he meant to keep his word or summon me to fulfil mine, I lulled
+myself into the belief that all was a dream.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet I was very far from being happy: to be that, with such
+apprehensions as never quite left me, was beyond my philosophy. And I
+had rude awakenings. One day it was the execution of Charnock, King,
+and Keyes at Tyburn, followed by the hawking of their last dying
+speeches and confessions in the streets, that jogged me out of my
+fancied security, and sent me sick and white-faced from the windows.
+Another it was the sentence on Sir John Friend and Sir William
+Perkins, the two elderly citizens whom I had twice seen among the
+plotters, and never without wondering how they came to be of the gang.
+A little later, three more suffered, and again the Square rang with
+the shrill cries of the chapmen who peddled their last speeches from
+door to door. Against all these Captain Porter and a man commonly
+called &quot;Scum Goodman,&quot; both <i>participes criminis</i>, and persons of the
+most infamous character, bore witness; their evidence being
+corroborated by that of a man of higher standing, Mr. Prendergast.
+Whether they could not prove against Cassel and Ferguson, or reasons
+of State intervened, these, with several of their fellows, lay in
+prison untried; a course which, in other circumstances, might have
+involved the Government in obloquy. But so keen at this time was the
+general feeling against the plotters, and so high the King's
+popularity that he might have shed more blood had he chosen. Here,
+however, the executions stopped; and his Majesty showing mercy if not
+indulgence, the hue and cry, despite the popular indignation,
+gradually slackened until it was restricted to Sir John Fenwick, who
+was believed to be still in hiding in the country, and on whose
+punishment the King was reported to be firmly set.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">How deeply these events and rumours, which formed the staple of
+conversation during the summer of '96, troubled my existence, I leave
+to the imagination; provising only that in proportion to the outward
+quiet of my life was the power to agitate which they exerted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Moreover, there were times when a terror more substantial trespassed
+on my peace. One day going hastily into the hall I found the servants
+all peeping, Mr. Martin holding open the door, a dozen faces staring
+curiously in from the sunshine of the Square, and my lord standing,
+very stiff, on the threshold of his room, while in the middle of the
+floor stood a scowling man, flashily dressed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke was speaking when I appeared. &quot;At the office, sir,&quot; I heard
+him say. &quot;You misunderstood me. I can see you there only.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Grace is hard on me,&quot; the man muttered with a glance that would
+be rebellious, and was hang-dog. &quot;I have done the King good service,
+and this is the way I am requited. It is enough----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is more than enough. Captain Porter,&quot; my lord said, quietly taking
+him up. &quot;At the office, if you please. This house is for my friends.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And the King's friends? They may shift for themselves?&quot; the
+wretch--who even then wore finery bought with blood--cried bitterly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The King is served in many ways,&quot; my lord answered with a fine air of
+contempt. &quot;Martin, the door! And remember, another time I am not
+within to Captain Porter. At three in the office, sir, if you please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man slunk away at that; but as he passed through the doorway, I
+heard him mutter that when Sir John Fenwick was taken he would see;
+and that proud as some people were now, they might be glad to save
+their necks when the time came. He passed out of sight then, and
+hearing my lord speak, I turned, and saw Matthew Smith, whom I had not
+before noticed, waiting on him with a letter. The Duke, pausing on the
+threshold of the library, broke the seal, and ran his eye over the
+paper.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will send an answer,&quot; he said, &quot;later in the day. Or----&quot; and he
+looked up quickly. &quot;Are you returning, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If your Grace pleases.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It shall be ready then by two o'clock,&quot; my lord answered stiffly.
+&quot;Good-morning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Good-morning, your Grace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And my lord went in. The colloquy had been of the slightest; but I had
+noted that my patron's tone, when he spoke to Smith, was guarded and
+civil, if distant, and that through the few formal words they had
+exchanged peered a sort of understanding. This shook me; and when
+Smith turned to me, a faint sneer on his lips, and told me that I was
+a bold man, my heart was water. He was at home here as everywhere;
+what could I do against him?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you understand, Mr. Price?&quot; he repeated. &quot;Or are you a bigger fool
+than I take you for?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; I stammered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why? Why, to push in on Porter after that fashion,&quot; he muttered under
+his breath--for Martin was making towards us. &quot;Lucky he did not
+recognize you and denounce you! For a groat he would do it--or to
+spite the Duke! Take care, man,&quot; he continued seriously, &quot;if you do
+not want to join Charnock, whose head is in airy quarters to-night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This left me the prey of a new terror; for remembering that I had once
+seen Porter at Ferguson's lodging, I could not shut my eyes to the
+reasonableness of the warning. I saw myself beset by dangers on that
+side also, went for a time on eggs, and trembled at every sound;
+indeed, for a full fortnight I never passed the threshold--excusing
+myself on the ground of vertigo, if ordered to go on errands. In the
+course of that fortnight I had a thousand opportunities of contrasting
+the quiet in which I lived, behind the dull windows of the great
+house, with the dangers into which I might at any moment be flung; and
+if any man ever repented of anything, I repented of my lack of candour
+respecting Smith. From time to time I saw him pass--grim, reserved, a
+walking menace. When he looked up at the windows, I read mastery and a
+secret knowledge in his eye; while the way in which he went and came,
+free and unquestioned, was itself a monition; was it to be wondered
+that I feared this man, who, while Charnock's head mouldered on a
+spike on Temple Bar, and Friend and Perkins passed to the gallows,
+walked the Strand, and lounged in the Mall, as safe in appearance as
+my lord himself?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I knew that at any moment he might call upon me to fulfil my word.
+Whether in that case, the demand being such as to allow me leisure to
+forecast the consequences, I should have complied, or taking my
+courage in my hands, have thrown myself on my lord's indulgence, I
+cannot now say; for in the issue a sudden and unforeseen shifting of
+scene prevented my calculations, and hurried me onwards, whether I
+would or no.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It happened, I have said, suddenly. One afternoon there came a great
+bustle in the Square; and who should it be but the Countess, my lord's
+mother, come to visit him in her coach-and-six, with such a
+paraphernalia of gentlewomen and negro pages, outriders, and running
+footmen, as drew together all the ragamuffins from the mews, and
+fairly brought back King Charles's days. As the great coach, which
+held six inside, swung and lumbered to a stand at the door, I saw a
+painted face, with bold black eyes, glaring from the window, cheek by
+jowl with a parrot and three or four spaniels; and I waited to see
+little more, a single glance sufficing to certify me that this was the
+same lady to whose house Smith had taken me. Smith was in attendance
+on her, and a gentleman in a plain black suit and wig--who was a
+Papist priest if I ever saw one--and Monterey, and two or three other
+gentlewomen; and, as I had no mind to be recognised by these, or for
+that matter, by their mistress, I made haste to retire behind the
+flock of servants whom Martin had marshalled in the hall to do the
+honours.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord went out to the coach and brought the Countess in, with a
+great show of reverence; and for three-quarters of an hour they were
+closeted together in his room. I took advantage of this to retire
+upstairs, and had been wiser had I stayed there, or better still,
+slipped out at the back. But a craving came on me to see Monterey
+again, and with the knowledge I now had, ascertain if she really was
+my old mistress. This drew me to the hall again, where, the crowd
+being great, and the servants taken up with teasing the Countess's
+parrot and blackamoors, I managed to avoid observation, and at the
+same time see what I wanted. The woman who had once been all the world
+to me--and of whom I could not now think without a tender regret,
+directed, not to her, but to the state of blissful, dawning passion,
+of which she had been the cause, and whereof no man is twice
+capable--was still handsome in a coarse fashion, and when seen at a
+distance. I could not deny that. But if I desired revenge, I had it;
+for not only was her complexion gone, so that her good looks vanished
+when the viewer approached, but her lips had grown thin, and her face
+hard, with the indescribable hardness which speaks of past sin long
+grown bitter--and an hourly, daily recognition that the wage of sin is
+death.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Presently, while Mr. Martin was pressing his civilities on her, and I,
+from a corner near the door through which I had let Mary escape, was
+curiously reading her countenance, the door of my lord's room opened,
+and the Countess came out, supported on the one side by the Duke's
+arm, on the other by her great ebony cane. The servants hurried to
+form two lines; and I suppose curiosity led me to press nearer than
+was prudent, or her eyes were of peculiar sharpness; or perhaps she
+looked for me, and had I not been there would have called for me. At
+any rate, she had not moved three steps towards her coach before her
+gaze, roving along the line of servants, alighted on me; and she
+stood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I'll have <i>that</i> rascal!&quot; she cried in her high, shrill voice--and
+she pointed at me with her cane, and stood. &quot;He looks as if butter
+would not melt in his mouth, but if he is not a lad of wax, call me a
+street slut! Hark you, my man; you come with me. Bid him, Shrewsbury!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord, his face flushing, spoke low, and seemed to make demur; but
+she persisted.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Odd's life; you make me sick!&quot; she cried irritably. &quot;You will not
+this, and you fancy that! The servants---- Go to for a fool! In my
+time master was master, and if any blabbed, man or maid, it was strip
+and whip! But now--do you quarrel with me, or do you not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke shrugged his shoulders, and smiled uneasily. &quot;Times are
+somewhat changed, madam,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, by our lord, they are,&quot; she cried, swearing roundly. &quot;And why?
+Because there are no men nowadays, but mealy-mouthed Josephs, like
+that trembler yonder, whose heart is in his boots because I want him
+carry a message.&quot; And she pointed to me with her long cane, while her
+head quivered with excitement and age. &quot;Sort him out; sort him out and
+send him with me; or we quarrel, my lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, madam, your will is law in this house,&quot; the Duke said;
+&quot;but----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But no lies!&quot; she cried. &quot;D'ye send him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord bowed reluctantly. &quot;Go,&quot; he said, looking at me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And bid him do as I tell him,&quot; she cried sharply. &quot;But he had better,
+or---- Still, tell him, tell him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Price,&quot; my lord said soberly, &quot;the Countess is good enough to wish
+you to do an errand for her. Be good enough to consider yourself at
+her disposal, and go with the coach now. Be easy,&quot; he continued,
+nodding pleasantly--it was impossible for me to hide my
+apprehensions--&quot;her ladyship needs you for a week only.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, sure!&quot; she cried. &quot;After that he may go to the devil for me!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_35" href="#div1Ref_35">CHAPTER XXXV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Rightly has the Latin poet sung of the <i>dura ilia</i> of the Fates, who
+either resistless rout all human resolutions, or, where the mind has
+been hardened to meet the attack, turn the poor wretch's flank, and
+lo! while he squares his shield, and shortens his spear to meet the
+occasion, <i>habet</i>--he has it under the fifth rib.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So it was with me. While I dreamed of resistance, and would harden my
+heart and set fast my feet, fate cross-buttocked me; and I fell, not
+knowing. The Countess's coach bore me away, unresisting; and Smith,
+whom I hated as I never hated even Ferguson, gave me the word. From my
+plain clothes, to the long curled peruke, the cravat, ruffles, and
+fine suit in which I had once before paraded myself, was but a step; I
+took it perforce, and being conducted, when I was ready, into the
+Countess's chamber, to wait her pleasure, could have fancied the last
+six months a dream--could have fancied the conspirators still at work,
+Captain Barclay still pacing the Piazza, my lord still a stranger to
+me, the library a vision; in a word, I could have fancied all those
+events, which had filled half a year, to be no more than creatures of
+the imagination, so unchanged was the great silent room, where my
+lady, while I waited, played piquet with Monterey, amid the
+gorgeousness of her rose-and-silver suite.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The monkey gibbered as of old, and the parrot vied with the broidered
+parrots on the wall; and now, as then, the air was heavy with scent
+and musk, while the light, cunningly arranged, fell on the part where
+the Countess sat, now grumbling and now swearing, or now, while the
+cards were dealing, thumping the floor impatiently with her stick. She
+had so perfectly the grand air of a past generation, that when her eye
+turned in my direction I trembled, and thought no more of resistance;
+yet when she resumed the game, she gradually--and more and more
+completely, as I watched--sank into a querulous, feeble, fierce old
+woman, whose passion, where it did not terrify, moved to derision, and
+whose fads and fancies, as patent as the day, placed her at the mercy
+of all who cared to flatter or cozen her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Madame was about it now; letting her win, and again gaining a slight
+advantage; mingling hints at old vanities and conquests (whereat my
+lady grew garrulous) with new scandals, coarse and spiteful; whining a
+little when my lady, in a fury caused by a bad hand, struck her across
+the face with a fan to teach her to be awkward, but cheering up at
+once when the Countess's mood changed with the cards. In a word, as
+she had betrayed me young, she cozened my lady old; but seeing her
+features grown hard with time, and her eyes grown lifeless, and the
+devil grinning more plainly from behind the mask, that once had been
+so fair, it was a wonder to me that even the Countess was deceived.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Presently my lady threw down her cards in a rage, and calling her
+opponent a cheating slut, proceeded to turn her anger on me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is the gaby doing, standing there like a gawk?&quot; she shrieked.
+&quot;Why is he not about his business?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Monterey whispered her that I had not had my instructions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then give them, and let him go!&quot; she cried. &quot;Where is the ring? Here,
+you daw in peacock's feathers--like my son, indeed? About as like as
+that squinting vixen Villiers is to a beauty! Take that, and ride with
+Matthew Smith, and give it to the gentleman you will meet at the inn
+at Ashford, and say--Monterey, tell him what to say.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Say, 'Colonel Talbot sends this ring, and his service.' And if the
+gentleman asks 'Whither?' or this, or that, to whatever he asks,
+answer thus: 'I am not here. Sir John, to answer questions. Favour me
+by conveying that ring and my services whither you are going. I do not
+talk, but when the time comes I shall act.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>C'est tout!</i>&quot; said the Countess, nodding approval. &quot;If you are not
+man enough to repeat that, whip you for a noodle! Say it, man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But when I went to say it, first I could not remember it, and broke
+down; and then when, my lady storming at me for a fool and an
+imbecile, I had got the sentences into my head, I but whimpered them,
+bringing no heart to the task. My lady, when she saw that, flew out at
+me afresh, and threw first the vapours bottle and then her cane at me,
+which, breaking a piece of china, put her fairly beside herself. &quot;Come
+here!&quot; she shrieked, swaying to and fro in her chair. &quot;Do you hear,
+you puling, psalm-singing canter? Come here, I say!&quot; And when,
+trembling and scared, I had approached, she leant forward, and seizing
+hold of my ear, as Ferguson had once seized it, she twisted it with
+such unexpected strength and spite that I roared with pain, and fairly
+fell on my knees beside her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is for you, <i>gros cochon!</i>&quot; she cried. &quot;So you <i>can</i> speak up
+when you like! Now go to the end of the room, my man, and play your
+part again, and play it better! Or, by ----, I will have up those who
+shall lash your back to the bone. Hoity toity! These are fine times,
+when scum like you, my lad, put on airs!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This was not the discipline, nor were these the threats, to give an
+actor courage; but in sheer desperation, I spoke up, and, this time,
+had the good fortune to please her; and, Monterey mocking me, and
+pushing me this way and that, I went through my part a dozen times. At
+length the Countess expressed herself satisfied, and with a grim nod,
+and an &quot;Odds my life, he is not so unlike, after all!&quot; gave me leave
+to go. But when I was half way to the door, she called me back, and
+after I had timidly obeyed, she sat awhile, glowering at me in
+silence. At last, &quot;No,&quot; she said irritably, &quot;it is too late!&quot; and she
+struck on the floor with her stick. &quot;It is too late to turn back! The
+cross devil did nothing but thwart me to-day, and what he will not do
+<i>bon gré</i>, he shall do perforce. He has brought it on himself, and he
+must abide his <i>destin!</i> Yet--Monterey!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman was at her side in a moment. &quot;Yes, madam!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I suppose that there is no danger of a <i>contretemps</i>,&quot; she said,
+stirring restlessly in her chair. &quot;Sir John will get away? They will
+not take him, and find the ring on him--and learn whose it is?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that, if I had been quick, and had had both wits and courage at
+command, I should have thrown myself at her feet; and so I might have
+opened her eyes. But I wavered, and before I had found heart to do it,
+the waiting-woman, smooth and watchful, was in the breach.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ashford, my lady, is only three hours' riding from Dymchurch in the
+Marsh,&quot; she said, &quot;where the boat waits for him to-morrow night. Sir
+John is well mounted, and it will be odd, if, after baffling pursuit
+for months, he should be taken in that time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, yes!&quot; my lady said querulously. &quot;Let him go! Let him go! Though
+you are a fool to boot. A man is taken or not taken in less than three
+hours. Even now, if that contrary devil of a son of mine had not
+argued with me, and argued with me to-day--but, let him go! Let him
+go!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The woman lost no time in taking her at her word, and hurrying me out;
+not by the main entrance through which I had come in, but by the
+little side door, leading to the dingy closet at the head of the
+private staircase. In the closet a bright, unshaded lamp burned on the
+dusty table, and beside it stood Matthew Smith, wearing a cloak,
+riding-boots, and a great flapped hat. He looked eagerly at the woman,
+his eyes shining in the glare of the lamp; but he did not speak until
+she had closed the door behind her. Then, &quot;Is it right?&quot; he whispered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She nodded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have got the ring?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She gave it to him with a smile of triumph.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked at it, and with a grim face slipped it into his pocket.
+&quot;Good,&quot; he said, &quot;and now, my friend, the sooner we are away, the
+better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But my gorge rose. On the table beside him, in the full glare of the
+lamp, lay a cloak and holsters, a mask, sword, and riding-whip. I knew
+what these objects meant, and for whom they were prepared; and at the
+prospect of the plunge into the dark night, of the journey, and the
+perils of the unknown road, I cried out that I would not go! I
+would not go! And I tried to force my way back into the Countess's
+room--with what intention heaven knows.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Smith whipped between me and the door. &quot;You fool!&quot; he said,
+pushing me back. &quot;Are you mad? Or don't you know me yet?&quot; &quot;I know you
+too well!&quot; I cried, beside myself with rage, and with apprehensions of
+the plunge on the brink of which I stood. &quot;You have cursed me from the
+first day I saw you at Ware! You have been the curse of my life! You,
+and that Jezebel!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p304"><img src="images/p304.png" alt="p304"></a><br>
+SHE CAME A STEP NEARER TO ME, AND PEERED AT ME</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you mad?&quot; he said again; and threatened me with his hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But she came a step nearer to me, and peered at me; and after one look
+took the lamp from the table and held it to my face. &quot;At Ware?&quot; she
+said. &quot;At Ware?&quot; And then, putting the lamp back on the table, she
+fell to laughing. &quot;He is right!&quot; she said. &quot;I know him now. But you
+told me that his name was Taylor.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Taylor?&quot; he said wrathfully. &quot;So it is; and Price, and half a dozen
+other names, for all I know. What does it matter what his name is?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, it matters very much,&quot; she said, affecting to ogle me in an
+exaggerated fashion. &quot;He is an old flame of mine. His face always
+brought something to my mind--but I thought that it was his likeness
+to the Duke.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He cursed her old flames, and the Duke. And then, &quot;What does it mean?&quot;
+he said. &quot;Who is he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is the lad we left at Ware--in the old woman's room,&quot; she
+answered, her voice sinking, and growing almost soft. &quot;Lord! it seems
+so long ago, it might have happened in another life! You remember him.
+Matt? You saw him with me at The Rose one night? The first night I saw
+you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He looked at me, long and strangely. &quot;And what does it mean?&quot; he said
+at last, scowling between wonder and suspicion.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shrugged her shoulders. &quot;<i>Sais pas!</i>&quot; she answered. &quot;Ask him!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You ruined me once!&quot; I cried. &quot;And he saved me! And now you would
+have me ruin him. You are devils, you are! Devils! But I defy you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He did not answer, but continued to stare at me; as if he discerned or
+suspected that there was more in this than appeared on the surface. At
+length the woman laughed, and he turned to her, rage in his face. &quot;I
+see nothing to laugh at,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But I do!&quot; she answered pertly. &quot;You three all mixed up! It would
+make a cat laugh my lad.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He cursed her. &quot;Have done with that!&quot; he said fiercely. &quot;And say, what
+is to be done?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Done?&quot; she answered briskly, and in a tone of genuine surprise. &quot;Why,
+that which was to be done. What difference does this make?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But he looked at her, pondering darkly, as if it did make a
+difference. I suppose that somewhere, deep down in his nature, there
+lurked a grain of superstition, which found in this singular
+coincidence, this sudden stringing together of persons long parted, an
+evil omen. Or it may be that he had still some scrap of conscience
+left, that, seared and deadened as it was, stirred and started at this
+strange upheaval of an old crime. At any rate, &quot;I don't know,&quot; he
+growled at last. &quot;I don't like it, and that is flat. There is some
+practice in this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There is a fool in it,&quot; she answered naïvely. &quot;And there are like to
+be two!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I thought to back him up, and I braced myself against the wall, to
+which I had retired. &quot;I won't go!&quot; I said doggedly. &quot;I will call for
+help in the streets, first!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You will do as you are told,&quot; she answered coolly. &quot;And you,&quot; she
+continued to Smith in a voice of stinging scorn, &quot;are you going to
+give it up now, when all is safe? Will you stand to my lord as this
+poor silly fellow stands to you? Have you waited for years for your
+revenge--to move aside now? Why, my G--d! the Duke is worth ten of
+you. He is a man, at any rate. He is----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Peace, girl,&quot; he cried, with I know not what of menace in his tone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, will you go?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, I will go!&quot; he answered between his teeth. &quot;But by heaven, you
+slut, if ill comes of it, I will wring your neck! I will, so help me
+heaven! You shall deceive no other man! If there is practice of yours
+in this, if this tool is here by your connivance----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is not!&quot; she answered. &quot;Be satisfied.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Apparently he was satisfied, for he drew a deep breath, and stood
+silent. She turned to me. &quot;Get ready,&quot; she said sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I muttered, summoning all my resolution. &quot;I shall not go. I--I
+have not----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith turned to me, and the refusal died on my lips. The struggle with
+the woman had roused the man's passions; and I read in his eyes such a
+glare of ferocity as chilled my blood and unstrung my knees. Nor was
+that all; for when I went, trembling, to take the cloak, &quot;One moment,&quot;
+he said grimly, &quot;not so fast, my friend. Let us understand one another
+before we start. Mr. Price or Mr. Taylor or whatever your name is,
+take note, do you hear me, of three things? One, that the business we
+are on is life or death. Do you grasp that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered a shuddering assent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Secondly,&quot; he continued, with the same gruesome civility, &quot;my hand
+will never be more than six inches from the butt of a pistol, until I
+see this home again. Do you grasp that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I nodded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thirdly, at the least sign of treachery or disobedience on your part,
+I blow out your brains first, and my own afterwards, if that be
+necessary. Do you grasp that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I nodded.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is especially well,&quot; he said. &quot;Because the last item is
+important to you. On the other hand, Mr. Price, play honest John with
+me, and in forty-eight hours you shall be back in your master's house,
+free and safe; and I shall trouble you no more. Do you understand
+that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I said I did; my teeth chattering, and my eyes seeking to evade his.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then, now, yon may get into those things,&quot; he said. &quot;And do you ride
+when I bid you, and halt when I bid you, and speak when I say speak,
+and be silent when I say be silent--do those four things, I say, and
+you will die in your bed. They are all I ask.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I stooped, shaking all over, to take up the boots. &quot;Heart up, pretty!&quot;
+cried the woman, with an odd laugh that broke off short with a sort of
+quaver. &quot;It is clear that you are not born to be hanged. And for the
+rest----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Peace, peace, wench,&quot; said Smith impatiently. &quot;And dress him.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_36" href="#div1Ref_36">CHAPTER XXXVI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">It wanted two hours of midnight on a fine night when we two rode over
+London Bridge, and through a gap in the houses saw the river flowing
+below, a ripple of silver framed in blackness, and so cold to the eye
+that involuntarily I shivered; feeling a return of all the vague fears
+and apprehensions which, originally awakened by the prospect of the
+journey, had been set at rest for the time by the awe in which I held
+my companion. I began to recall a dozen stories of footpads and
+highwaymen, outrage and robbery, which I had read, and found but cold
+comfort in the reflection that the Kent Road, from the amount of
+traffic that used it, was accounted one of the safest in England. It
+was not wonderful, that with nerves so disordered, I went in front of
+danger; or that when--opposite the Marshalsea, where the chain crosses
+the road, near the entrance to White Horse Yard--a man came suddenly
+out of a passage and caught hold of my companion's rein, I cried out,
+and all but turned my horse to fly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith himself appeared to be taken off his guard; for, after bidding
+me beware what I did, he called with the same harshness to the man to
+release the rein, or take the consequences.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, I am all right,&quot; the fellow answered roughly, peering at him
+through the darkness. &quot;You are Mr. Smith?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fairholt sent me--to stop you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Fairholt!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, he is here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Here?&quot; my companion cried, in a tone of rage and surprise. &quot;What
+the----! Why, he should be--you know where, by this time!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but his horse threw him this morning, and he is lying at the
+White Horse here, with a broken leg!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith cursed the absent man for a fool. &quot;I wish he had broken his
+neck!&quot; he said savagely. And then, after an interval, &quot;Has he sent
+anybody?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has had something else to think about,&quot; the man answered drily.
+&quot;And so would you, master, with his leg!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith swore again, and sat gloomily silent.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He says if you can stead it off for twenty-four hours,&quot; the man
+continued, &quot;he will arrange that----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No names,&quot; Smith cried sharply, interrupting him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, that--someone shall take his place and do the job.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith did not answer for a time, but at length in a curt, incisive
+tone, &quot;Tell him, yes,&quot; he said. &quot;I will see to it. And you--keep a
+still tongue, will you? You were going with him, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you will come with the other?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May be. And if not I shall not blab.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith by a nod showed that the man had taken his meaning; after which,
+bidding him good-night, he pricked up his horse. &quot;Come on,&quot; he said,
+addressing me with impatience. &quot;I thought to have had companions, and
+so ridden more securely. But we must make the best of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Heaven knows that I too would have liked companions, and took the road
+again dolefully enough. Nor was that the worst of it; Smith, in
+speaking to the stranger, had mentioned Fairholt. Now, I knew the
+name, and knew the man to be one of the messengers attached to the
+Secretary's office, one whose business it was to execute warrants and
+arrest political prisoners. But what had Smith, riding to a secret
+interview with a man outlawed and in hiding, to do with messengers?
+With Fairholt?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And then, as if this were not enough to disturb me with a view of
+treachery, black as gulf seen by traveller through a rift in the
+mist--if this glimpse, I say, were not enough, how was I going to
+reconcile Smith's statement that he had expected companions with his
+first cry, uttered in wrath and surprise--that Fairholt ought to be by
+this time--well, at some distant point?</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In fine, I was so far from being persuaded that Smith had expected
+company, that I gravely suspected that he had made quite other
+arrangements; arrangements of the most perfidious character. And as
+the horses' hoofs rang monotonously on the hard road, and we rose and
+fell in the saddle, and I peered forward into the gloom, fearing all
+things and doubting all things, for certain I feared and doubted
+nothing so much as I did the dark and secret man beside me; whose
+scheming brain, spinning plot within plot, each darker and more
+involved than the other, kept all my ingenuity at a stretch to
+overtake the final end and purpose he had at heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Indeed, I despair of conveying to others how gravely this sombre
+companionship and more sombre uncertainty aggravated the terrors of a
+journey, that at the best of times must have been little to my taste.
+To the common risks of the road, deserted at that hour by all save
+cutpurses and rogues, was added a suspicion, as much more harassing
+than these, as unseen dangers ever surpass the known. It was in vain
+that I strove to divert my mind from the figure by my side; neither
+the bleak heath above Greenwich--whence we looked back at the reddish
+haze that canopied London, and forward to where the Thames marshes
+stretched eastward under night--nor the gibbet on Dartford Brent,
+where a body hung in chains, poisoning the air, nor the light that
+shone dim and solitary, far to the left, across the river, and puzzled
+me until he told me that it was Tilbury--neither of these things, I
+say, though they occupied my thoughts by turns and for a moment, had
+power to drive him from my mind, or divert my fears to dangers more
+apparent. And in this mood, now glancing askance at him, and now
+moving uneasily under his gaze, I might have ridden to Rochester if my
+ear had not caught--I think when we were two or three miles short of
+the city--the sound of a horse trotting fast on the road behind us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At first it followed so faintly on the breeze that I doubted, thinking
+it might be either the echo of our hoofs, or a pulse beating in my
+ears. Then, on a hard piece of ground, it declared itself
+unmistakably; and again as suddenly it died away.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that I spoke involuntarily. &quot;He has stopped,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith laughed in his teeth. &quot;He is crossing the wet bottom, fool--by
+the creek,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And before I could answer him the dull sound of a horse galloping
+fast, but moving on the turf that ran alongside the road, proved him
+to be right. &quot;Draw up!&quot; he whispered in something of a hurry, and
+then, as I hesitated, &quot;Do you hear?&quot; he continued, sharply seizing my
+rein. &quot;What do you fear? Do you think that night birds prey on night
+birds?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Whatever I feared, I feared him more: and turning my horse, I sat
+shivering. For notwithstanding his confident words I saw that he was
+handling his holster; and I knew that he was drawing a pistol; and it
+was well the suspense was short. Before I had time for many qualms,
+the horseman, a dark figure, lurched on us through the gloom, pulled
+his horse on to its haunches, and, with raised hand, cried to us to
+deliver.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And no nonsense!&quot; he added sharply. &quot;Or a brace of balls will
+soon----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith laughed. &quot;Box it about!&quot; he cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hallo!&quot; the stranger answered, taking a lower tone; and he
+peered at us, bending down over his horse's neck. &quot;Who are you, in
+fly-by-night?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A box-it-about!&quot; my companion answered with tartness. &quot;That is enough
+for you. So good-night. And I wish you better luck next time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;St!&quot; Smith answered, cutting him short. &quot;I am going to my father, and
+the less said about it the better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So? Well, give him my love, then.&quot; And backing his horse, the
+stranger bade us good-night, and with a curse on his bad fortune
+turned and rode off. Smith saw him go, and then wheeling we took the
+road again.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Safely, however, as we had emerged from this encounter, and far as it
+went towards proving that we bore a talisman against the ordinary
+perils of travellers, it was not of a kind to reassure a law-abiding
+man. To be hung as the accomplice of footpads and high-tobys was a
+scarcely better fate than to be robbed and wounded by them, and I was
+heartily glad when we found ourselves in the outskirts of Rochester,
+and stopping at a house of call outside the sleeping city, roused a
+drowsy hostler, and late as the hour was, gained entrance and a
+welcome.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I confess, that safe in these comfortable quarters, on a sanded
+hearth, before a rekindled fire, with lights, and food, and ale at my
+elbow, and a bed in prospect, I found my apprehensions and misgivings
+less hard to bear than on the dark road above Tilbury flats. I began
+to think less of the body creaking in its irons on the gibbet above
+Dartford, and more of the chances of ultimate safety. And Smith
+growing civil, if not genial, I went on to count the hours that must
+elapse, before, our miserable mission accomplished, I should see
+London again. After all, why should I not see London again? What was
+to prevent me? Where lay the hindrance? In three days, in three days
+we should be back. So I told myself; and looking up quickly met
+Smith's eyes brooding gloomily on me.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_37" href="#div1Ref_37">CHAPTER XXXVII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">Such a night ride as I have described, would have been impossible, or
+at least outrageously dangerous, a year or two later; when a horde of
+disbanded soldiers, dismissed from the colours by the Peace of
+Ryswick, took to the roads for a subsistence, and for a period, until
+they perished miserably, made even the purlieus of Kensington unsafe.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At the time of which I write we ran risk enough, as has been
+demonstrated; but the reasons which induced Smith to leave London at
+that hour, and under cover of darkness, may be conceived. Apparently
+they did not extend to the rest of the journey; for, after lying late
+at Rochester, we rode on by Sittingbourne to Feversham, and thence
+after a comfortable dinner, turned south by Badlesmere, and so towards
+Ashford, where we arrived a few minutes after nightfall.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Those who are acquainted with the Old Inn at the entrance into
+Ashford will remember that the yard and stables are as conspicuous for
+size and commodiousness as the house, a black and white building, a
+little withdrawn from the street, is strikingly marked by the lack
+of those advantages. I believe that the huge concourse thither of
+cattle-drovers at the season of the great fairs is the cause of this;
+those persons lying close themselves but needing space for their
+beasts. And at such times I can imagine that the roomy <i>enceinte</i>, and
+those long lines of buildings, may be cheerful enough.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But seen, as we saw them, when we rode in, by the last cold light of a
+dull evening, with nothing clear or plain save the roof ridge, and
+that black against a pale sky, they and the place looked infinitely
+dismal. Nor did any warmth of welcome, or cheerful greeting, such as
+even poor inns afford to all and sundry, amend the first impression of
+gloom and decay, which the house and its surroundings conveyed to the
+mind. On the contrary, not a soul was to be seen, and we had ridden
+half way across the yard, and Smith had twice called &quot;House! House!&quot;
+before anyone was aroused.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then the upper half of a stable-door creaked open, and a man holding
+up a great horn lanthorn, peered out at us.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you all asleep?&quot; cried my companion. And when the man made no
+answer, but still continued to look at us, &quot;What is in the house,&quot; he
+added, angrily, &quot;that you stick out your death's head to frighten
+company? Is it lace or old Nantz? Or French goods? Any way, box it
+about and be done with it, and attend to us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Eight, master, right, I am coming,&quot; the man answered, suddenly
+rousing himself; and opening the lower half of the door, he came
+heavily out. &quot;At your service,&quot; he said. &quot;But we have little company.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The times are bad?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, they looked a bit better six months back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But nothing came of it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, worse luck.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And all that is called for now--is common Hollands, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The fellow grinned. &quot;Right,&quot; he said. &quot;You have the hang of it,
+master.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My companion slid to the ground, and began to remove his pistols and
+saddlebag. &quot;Still you have some guests, I suppose?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, one,&quot; the man answered, slowly, and I thought, reluctantly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is he, by any chance, a man of the name of--but never mind his name,&quot;
+Smith said. &quot;Is he a surgeon?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The hostler or host--for he had the air of playing both parts--a big
+clumsy fellow, with immobile features and small eyes, looked at us
+thoughtfully and chewed a straw. &quot;Well, may be,&quot; he said, at last. &quot;I
+never asked him.&quot; And without more he took Smith's horse by the rein
+and lurched through the door into the stable; the lanthorn swinging in
+his hand as he did so, and faintly disclosing a long vista of empty
+stalls and darkling roof. As I followed, leading in my sorry mare, a
+horse in a distant stall whinnied loudly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is his hack, I suppose,&quot; said Smith; and coolly taking up the
+lanthorn, which the other had that moment set down, he moved through
+the stable in the direction whence the sound had come.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man of the house uttered something between an oath and a grunt of
+surprise; and letting fall the flap of the saddle which he had just
+raised that he might slacken the girths, he went after him. &quot;Softly,
+master,&quot; he said, &quot;every man to his----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Smith was already standing with the lanthorn held high, gazing at
+a handsomely-shaped chestnut horse that pricking its ears turned a
+gentle eye on us and whinnied again. &quot;Umph, not so bad,&quot; my companion
+said. &quot;His horse, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man with the straw looked the animal over reflectively. At length
+with something between a grunt and a sigh, &quot;He came on it,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He won't go on it in a hurry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot; said the man, more quickly than he had yet spoken: and he
+looked from the horse to my companion with a hint of hostility.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have you no eyes?&quot; Smith answered, roughly. &quot;The off-fore has filled;
+the horse is as lame as a mumper!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Grammon!&quot; cried the other, evidently stung. And then, &quot;You know a
+deal about horses in London! And never saw one or a blade of green
+grass, maybe, until you came Kent way!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As you please,&quot; Smith said, indifferently. &quot;But my business is not
+with the horse but the master. So take us in, my good friend, and give
+us supper, for I am famished. And afterwards, if you please, we will
+see him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is as he pleases,&quot; the fellow answered sulkily. But he raised no
+second objection, and when we had littered down the horses he led the
+way into the house by a back door, and so along a passage and down a
+step or two, which landed us in a room with a sanded floor, a fire,
+and a show of warmth and comfort, as welcome as it was unexpected.
+Here he left us to remove our cloaks, and we presently heard him
+giving orders, and bustling the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The floor of the room in which he had left us was sunk a little below
+the level of the road outside; and the ceiling being low and the
+window of greater width than height, and the mantel-shelf having for
+ornament a row of clean delft and pewter, I thought that no place had
+ever looked more snug and cosy. But whatever comfort I looked to
+derive from surroundings so much better than I had expected, was
+dashed by Smith's first words, who, as soon as we were alone came
+close to me under the pretence of unclasping my cloak, and in a low,
+guarded tone, and with a look of the grimmest, warned me to play my
+part.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;We go upstairs after supper, and in five minutes it will be done,&quot; he
+muttered. &quot;Go through with it boldly, and in twenty-four hours you may
+be back in London. But fail or play me false, Mr. Price, and, by
+heaven, I put a ball through your head first, and my own afterwards.
+Do you mark me? Do you mark me, man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I whispered in abject nervousness--seeing that he was indeed in
+earnest--that I would do my best; and he handed me a ring which was
+doubtless the same that the Countess had given to her woman. It had a
+great dog cut cameo-wise on the stone, which I think was an opal; and
+it fitted my finger not ill. But I had no more than time to glance at
+it before the host and his wife, a pale, scared-looking woman, came in
+with some bacon and eggs and ale, and as one or other of them stayed
+with us while we ate, and watched us closely, nothing more passed.
+Smith talking indifferently to them, sometimes about the fruit
+harvest, and sometimes in cant phrases about the late plot, the arrest
+of Hunt at Dymchurch (who had been used to harbour people until they
+had crossed), how often Gill's ship came over, Mr. Birkenhead's many
+escapes, and the like. Probably the man and woman were testing Smith;
+but if so, he satisfied them, for when we had finished our meal, and
+he asked openly if Sir John would see us, they raised no objection,
+but the man, taking a light from the woman's hand, led the way up a
+low-browed staircase to a room over that in which we had supped. Here
+he knocked, and a voice bidding us enter. Smith went in, and I after
+him, my heart beating furiously.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The room, which resembled the one beneath it in being low in the
+ceiling, looked the lower for the gaunt height of its one occupant,
+who had risen, and stood in the middle of the floor to receive us.
+Thin and spare by nature, the meagre and rather poor-looking dress
+which he wore added to the singularity of his aspect. With a
+dry-as-dust complexion, and a three-days'-old beard, he had eyes
+light-coloured, quick-glancing, and sanguine, and notwithstanding the
+danger and uncertainty of his position, a fugitive in this wayside
+house, with a thousand guineas on his head--for I never doubted I was
+looking on Sir John Fenwick--his manner was at one moment arrogant and
+boastful, and at another dreamy. He had something of the air of a
+visionary; nor could any one be long in his company without discerning
+that here was the very man for our purpose; one to whom all his geese
+were swans, and a clasp of the hand, if it marched with his hopes and
+wishes, of as much value as a pledge signed and sealed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">All this taken for granted, it is to be confessed that at first sight
+of us, his face fell, and his chagrin was unmistakable. &quot;It is you.
+Smith, is it,&quot; he said, with a sigh. &quot;Well, well, and I thought it was
+Birkenhead. Brown said it was not, but I thought that it must be. It
+is not every one knows Birkenhead when he sees him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Sir John, that is true.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;However, I shall see him in the morning. I go on board at New Romney
+at four, and doubtless he will be with Gill. When we come back----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah, Sir John, times will be changed then!&quot; Smith said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;They will, sir, with this Dutch crew and their low beast of a master
+swept into the sea! And gentlemen in their homes again! I have been
+amusing myself even now,&quot; he continued, his eyes wandering to the
+table on which lay a litter of papers, an inkhorn, and two snuffy
+candles, &quot;with plans for a new wing at Fenwick Hall, in the old style,
+I think, or possibly on the lines of the other house at Hexham. I am
+divided between the two. The Hall is the more commodious; the old
+Abbey has greater stateliness. However, I must put up my scripts now
+for I must be in the saddle in an hour. Have you commands for the
+other side of the water, Mr. Smith? If so I am at your service.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Smith answered with a little hesitation, &quot;Certainly, my business has
+to do with that, Sir John.&quot; And he was proceeding to explain when the
+baronet, rubbing his hands in glee, cut him short.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ha! I thought so,&quot; he cried, beaming with satisfaction. &quot;Faith, it is
+so with everyone. They are all of a tale. My service, and my respects,
+and my duty--all to go you know where; and it is 'Make it straight for
+me. Sir John,' and 'You will tell the King, Sir John?' and 'Answer for
+me as for yourself, Sir John!' all day long when they can come at me.
+Why, man, you know something, but you would be surprised what messages
+I am carrying over. And when people have not spoken they have told me
+as much by a look; and those the least likely. Men who ten years ago
+were as black Exclusionists as old Noll himself!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I can believe it, Sir John,&quot; said Smith with gravity, while I, who
+knew how the late conspiracy had united the whole country in King
+William's defence, so that the man who refused to sign the Common's
+Association to that end went in peril of violence, listened with as
+much bewilderment as I had felt three minutes before, on hearing how
+this same man, a fugitive and an outlaw, bound beyond seas, had been
+employing his time!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, he was as far from guessing what was in my mind as he was
+from doubting Smith's sincerity; and encouraged by the latter's assent
+he continued: &quot;It is parlous strange to me, Mr. Smith, how the drunken
+Dutch boor stands a day! Strange and passing strange! But it cannot
+last. It will not last out the year. These executions have opened
+men's eyes finely! And by Christmas we shall be back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A merry Christmas it will be,&quot; said Smith. &quot;Heaven grant it. But you
+have not asked, Sir John, who it is I have with me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that and at a sign he made me, I let fall the collar of the cloak I
+was wearing; which, in obedience to his directions, I had hitherto
+kept high about my chin. Sir John, his eyes drawn to me, as much by my
+action as by Smith's words, stared at me a moment before his mouth
+opened wide in recognition and surprise. Then, &quot;I--I am surely not
+mistaken!&quot; he cried, advancing a step, while the colour rose in his
+sallow face. &quot;It is--it certainly is----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John,&quot; Smith cried in haste, and, he, too, advanced a step and
+raised a hand in warning, &quot;this is Colonel Talbot! Colonel Talbot,
+mark you, sir; I am sure you understand me, and the reasons which make
+it impossible for any but Colonel Talbot to visit you here. He has
+done me the honour to accompany me. But, perhaps,&quot; he continued,
+checking himself with an air of deference, &quot;it were more fitting I
+left you now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said hurriedly, repeating the lesson I had learned by rote,
+and in which Smith had not failed to practice me a dozen times that
+day. &quot;I am here to one end only--to ask Sir John Fenwick to do Colonel
+Talbot a kindness; to take this ring and convey it with my service and
+duty--whither he is going.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p321"><img src="images/p321.png" alt="p321"></a><br>
+SIR JOHN ... STARED AT ME A MOMENT</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, but this is extraordinary!&quot; Sir John cried, lifting his hands and
+eyes in a kind of ecstasy. &quot;This is a dispensation! A providence! But,
+my lord,&quot; he continued with rapture, &quot;there is one more step you may
+take, one more effort you may make. Be the restorer, the Monk of this
+generation! So ripe is the pear that were you to ride through the City
+to-morrow, and proclaim our rightful sovereign, not a citizen but
+would bless you, not a soldier but would throw down his pike! The
+Blues are with us to a man, and enraged besides at Keyes's execution.
+And the rest of the army--do you dream that they see Dutch colonels
+promoted and Dutch soldiers overpaid, and do not resent it? I tell
+you, my lord--your Grace, I should say, for doubtless the King will
+confirm it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John,&quot; I said hastily, assuming an anger I did not feel. &quot;You
+mistake me. I am Colonel Talbot and no other. And I am here not to
+listen to plans or make suggestions, but to request a favour at your
+hands. Be good enough to convey that ring with my service whither you
+are going.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And that is all?&quot; he cried reproachfully. &quot;You will say no more?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is all, sir,&quot; I answered; and then catching Smith's eye, I
+added, &quot;Save this. You may add that, when the time comes, I shall know
+what to do, and I shall do it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This time, sobered by my words and manner, he took in silence the ring
+I proffered; but having glanced at it, gave way to a second burst of
+rapture and Jubilation, more selfish and personal than the first, but
+not less hearty. &quot;This will be the best news Lord Middleton has had
+for a twelvemonth!&quot; he cried gleefully. &quot;And that I should succeed
+where I am told that he failed! Gad! I am the proudest man in England,
+your Grace--Colonel Talbot, I mean. We will pound Melfort and that
+faction with this! We will pound them to powder! He has wasted half a
+million and not got such an adherent! Good Lord, I shall not rest now
+until I am across with the news.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I--until Colonel Talbot is on the road again,&quot; said Smith,
+intervening deftly. &quot;At the best this is no very safe place for him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is true,&quot; said Sir John, with ready consideration. &quot;And I should
+be riding within the half-hour. But to Romney. You, I suppose, return
+to London?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To London,&quot; I said, mechanically.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Direct?&quot; said he, with deference.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As directly as we dare,&quot; Smith answered; and with the word moved to
+the door and opened it. On which I bowed and was for going out;
+perhaps with a little awkwardness. But Sir John, too deeply impressed
+by the honour I had done him to let me retire so lamely, started
+forward, and snatching up a candle, would hold the door and light me;
+bending his long back, and calling to Brown to look to us--to look to
+us! Nor was this all; for when I halted half way down the stairs, and
+turned, feeling that such courtesy demanded some acknowledgement or at
+least a word of thanks, he took the word out of my mouth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Hist! Colonel Talbot!&quot; he cried in a loud whisper; and leaning far
+over the stairs he held the light high with one hand and shaded his
+eyes with the other. &quot;You know that we have the Tower?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The Tower?&quot; I muttered, not understanding him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure. Ailesbury has it in his hand. It will declare for us
+whenever he gets the word. But--you know it from him, I suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;From Lord Ailesbury?&quot; I exclaimed in sheer surprise. &quot;But he is a
+prisoner!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir John winked. &quot;Prisoner and master!&quot; he muttered, nodding
+vigorously. &quot;But there, I must not keep you. Good luck and <i>bon
+voyage</i>, M. le duc.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Which was the last I saw of him for that time. Nor did I ever see him
+again save on one occasion. That he was a violent and factious man,
+and a foe to the Protestant succession I do not deny; nor that some
+passages in his life do him little credit, and the most bruited the
+least. But for all this, and though I was then even a stranger to him,
+I am fain to confess that as I stumbled down the stairs, and left the
+poor misguided gentleman alone in his mean room to pack up those plans
+for the extension of the old house that would never again own a
+Fenwick for its master, and so to set out on his dark journey, I felt
+as much pity for him, as loathing for the trickster who employed me.
+And so far was this carried and so much influence had it with me that
+when we reached the room below and the landlord having left us to see
+to the horses, Smith in his joy at our success clapped me on the
+shoulder, I shrank from his hand as if it burned me; shrank, and burst
+into childish tears of rage. Naturally Smith, unable to comprehend,
+stared at me in astonishment. &quot;Why, man,&quot; he cried, &quot;what is the
+matter? What ails you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You!&quot; I said. &quot;You, curse you.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_38" href="#div1Ref_38">CHAPTER XXXVIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">And doubtless it was this outbreak, or rather the suspicion of me
+which it sowed in Smith's mind, that occasioned the sequel of our
+adventure; for when he had cursed me for a fool and had put on his
+cloak, being now ready to go out, he seemed to be in two minds about
+it; as if he dared neither leave me where I was, lest I should
+communicate with Sir John, nor take me with him on his immediate
+errand. More than once he went to the door, and eying me askance and
+sourly, came back; but in the end and after standing a while
+irresolute, biting his nails, he made up his mind, and curtly bade me
+follow him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do you think that I am to saddle for you, you whelp?&quot; he cried. &quot;Be
+stirring! and have a care, or I shall bore that hole in you yet. Take
+that bag and go before me. By G----, I wish you were at the bottom of
+the nearest horse-pond!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His words had the effect he intended, of bringing me to my senses; but
+they went farther. For in proportion as they cooled my temper they
+awakened my fears; and though I obeyed him abjectly, took up my bag
+and followed him, it was with a sudden and horrible distrust of his
+purpose. I saw that I had not only ceased to be of use to him, but was
+now in his way, and might be a danger to him, and the night--which
+enveloped us the moment we crossed the threshold and seemed the more
+dreary and forbidding for the ruddy light and comfort we left behind
+us--reminding me of the long dark miles I must ride by his side, each
+mile a terror to one and an opportunity to the other, I had much ado
+not to give way to instant panic there and then. However, for the time
+I controlled myself; and stumbling across the gloomy yard to the spot
+where a faint gleam of light indicated the door of the stables, I went
+in.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The landlord was saddling our horses; and a little cheered by the
+warmth of his lanthorn, I went to help him. Smith turned aside, as I
+thought, into the next stall. But Brown was sharper and more
+suspicious, and in a twinkling called to him lustily, to know what he
+was doing. Getting no answer, &quot;Devil take him,&quot; the landlord cried.
+&quot;He cannot keep from that horse! Here, you! What are you doing there?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Coming!&quot; Smith answered; but even as he spoke I caught the smart
+click of iron falling on iron, and the horse in the distant stall
+moved sharply with a hurried clatter of hoofs on the stones. &quot;Coming!&quot;
+Smith repeated. &quot;What is the matter with you, man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You had better come,&quot; the landlord answered savagely. &quot;Or I shall
+fetch you. Here you!&quot; this to me, &quot;lead yours out, will you. I want to
+see your backs, and be quit of you!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I took my horse by the bridle, and led it out of the stable, while
+Brown went to bit the other. And so, being alone outside, and the moon
+rising at the moment over the roof of the house and showing me the
+open gates at the end of the yard, the impulse to escape from Smith
+while I had the opportunity came on me with overpowering force. Better
+acquainted than the landlord with the villain's plans I had not a
+doubt that at that very moment he was laming Sir John's horse for the
+purpose of detaining him; and the cold-blooded treachery of this act,
+filling me with as much terror on my own account--who might be the
+next victim--as hatred of the perpetrator, I climbed softly to my
+saddle, and began to walk my horse towards the gates. Doubtless Smith
+was too busy, cloaking his own movements, to be observant of mine. I
+reached the gates unnoticed, and turning instinctively from London--in
+which direction I fancied that he would be sure to pursue me--I kicked
+my mare first into a quick walk, then into a cautious trot, finally
+into a canter. The beast, though far from speedy, was fresh from its
+corn; it took hold of the bit, shied at a chance light in a cotter's
+window, and went faster and faster, its ears pricked forward. In a
+minute we had left Ashford behind us, and were clattering through the
+moonlight. With one hand on the pommel and the other holding the
+shortened reins I urged the mare on with all the pressure of my legs;
+and albeit I trembled, now at some late-seen obstacle, which proved to
+be only the shadow of a tree, thrown across the road, and now at the
+steepness of a descent that appeared suddenly before me, I never
+faltered, but uphill and downhill drove in my heels, and with fear
+behind me, rode in the night as I had never before dared to ride in
+the daylight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had known nothing like it since the summer day twelve years before
+when I had fled across the Hertfordshire meadows on my feet. The sweat
+ran down me, I stooped in the saddle out of pure weakness; if the
+horse pricked its ears forward I spread mine backward listening for
+sounds of pursuit. But such a speed could not be long maintained, and
+when we had gone, as I judged, two miles, the mare began to flag, and
+the canter became a trot. Still for another mile I urged her on, until
+feeling her labour under me, and foreseeing that I must ride far, I
+had the thought to turn into the first lane to which I came, and there
+wait in the shadow of a tree until Smith, if he followed, should pass.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I did this, sprang down, and standing by my panting horse, in a marshy
+hollow, some two hundred paces from the road, listened intently, for
+twenty minutes, it may be, but they seemed to be hours to me. After
+the life I had been leading in London, this loneliness in the night in
+a strange and wild place, and with a relentless enemy on my track,
+appalled my very soul. I was hot and yet I shivered, and started at
+the least sound. The scream of a curlew daunted me, the rustling of
+the rushes and sedge shook me, and when a sad wail, as of a multitude
+of lost souls passed overhead, I cowered almost to my knees. Yet,
+inasmuch as these sounds, doleful and dreary as they were, were all I
+heard, and the night air brought no trampling of distant hoofs to my
+ear, I had reason to be thankful, and more than thankful; and my mare
+having by this time got her wind again, I led her back to the road,
+climbed into the saddle and plodded on steadily; deriving a wonderful
+relief and confidence from the thought that Smith had followed me
+London-wards.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Moreover, I had conceived a sort of horror of the loneliness of the
+waste country-side, and to keep the highway was willing to run some
+risk. I took it that the road I was travelling must bring me to
+Romney, and for a good hour and a half, I jogged with a loose rein
+through the gloom, the way becoming ever flatter and wetter, the wind
+more chill and salt, and the night darker, the moon being constantly
+overcast by clouds. In that marshy district are few hamlets or farms,
+and those of the smallest, and very sparsely scattered. Once or twice
+I heard the bark of a distant sheep dog, and once far to the left I
+saw a tiny light and had the idea of making for it. But the reflection
+that a dozen great ditches, each wide enough and deep enough to
+smother my horse, might lie between me and the house, availed to keep
+me in the road; the more as I now felt sure from the saltness of the
+night air that Romney and the sea were at no great distance in front
+of me. Presently indeed, I made out in front of me two moving lights,
+that I took to be those of ships riding at anchor, and my weary mare
+quickened her pace as if she smelt the stable and the hayrack.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For five minutes after that I plodded on in the happy belief that my
+journey was as good as over, and I saved; and I let my mind dwell on
+shelter and safety, and a bed and food and the like, all awaiting me,
+as I fancied, in the patch of low gloom before me where my fancy
+pictured the sleeping town. Then on a sudden, my ear caught the dull
+beat of a horse's hoofs on the road behind me; and my heart standing
+still with terror, I plucked at my reins, and stood to listen. Ay, and
+it was no fancy; a moment satisfied me of that. Thud-thud, thud-thud,
+and then squash-squash, squish-squish! a horse was coming up behind
+me; and not only behind me, but hard upon me--within less than a
+hundred paces of me. The soft wet road had smothered the sound up to
+the last moment.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The rider was so close to me indeed, and I was so much taken by
+surprise that the moon sailing at that instant into a clear sky,
+showed me to him before I could set my horse going; and, as I started,
+whipping and spurring desperately, I heard the man shout. That was
+enough for me; plunging recklessly forward along the wet, boggy road,
+I flogged my horse into a jaded canter, and leaning low in the saddle
+in mortal fear of a bullet, closed my eyes to the dangers that lay
+ahead, and thought only of escape from that which followed on my
+heels.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly, and while I was still kicking and urging on my horse, before
+the first flush of fear had left me, I heard a crash and a cry behind
+me; but I did not dare at the moment to look back. I only leaned the
+lower, and clung the more tightly to my horse's mane and still pressed
+on. By-and-by, however, hearing nothing, it flashed on me that I was
+riding alone, that I was no longer pursued; and a little later taking
+courage to draw rein and look back wearily, I found that I could see
+nothing, nor hear any sound save the heavy panting of my own horse. I
+had escaped. I had escaped and was alone on the marsh. But as I soon
+satisfied myself, I was no longer on the causeway along which I had
+been travelling when the man surprised me. The wind which had then met
+me was now on my right cheek; the lights for which I had been heading
+were no longer visible. The track, too, when I moved cautiously
+forward, seemed more wet and rough; after that it needed little to
+convince me that I had strayed from the highway, probably at the point
+where my pursuer had fallen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This, since I dared not return by the way I had come, terribly
+perplexed me. I dismounted, and wet and shivering stood by my horse,
+which hung its head, and restlessly lifted its feet by turns as if it
+already felt the engulfing power of the moss. Peering out every way I
+saw nothing but gloom and mist, the dark waste and unknown depths of
+the marsh. It was a situation to try the stoutest, nor did it need the
+mournful sough of the wind as it swept the flats, or the strange
+gurgling noises that from time to time rose from the sloughs about me
+to add the last touch of fear and melancholy to the scene.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Though, for my own part, I sank in no farther than my ankles, the
+horse by its restlessness evinced a strong sense of danger, and I
+dared not stand still. But as clouds had again obscured the moon and
+the darkness was absolute, to advance seemed as dangerous as to
+remain. However, in fear that the horse, if I stood where I was, would
+break loose from me, I led it forward cautiously: and then the track
+growing no worse but rather better, and the beast seeming to gain
+confidence as it proceeded, I presently took courage to remount again,
+and dropping the reins allowed it to carry me whither it would. This
+it did slowly and with infinite caution, smelling rather than feeling
+the way, and often stopping to try a doubtful spot. Observing how
+wonderfully the instinct of the beast aided it, and remembering that I
+had once been told that horses feared nothing so much as to be smoored
+(as the fenmen call it), and would not willingly run that risk, I
+gained confidence myself; which the event justified, for by-and-by I
+caught the dull sound of sea-waves booming on a beach, and a few
+minutes afterwards discerned in the sky before me the first faint
+streaks of dawn.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Heaven knows how welcome it was to me! I was wet, weary and shivering
+with cold and with the aguish air of that dreary place; which is so
+unwholesome that I am told the natives take drugs to stave off the
+fever, as others do ale and wine. But at the sight I pricked up, and
+the horse too; and we moved on briskly; and presently by the help of
+the growing light, and through a grey mist which trebled the size of
+all objects, I saw a huge wall or bank loom across my path. I was
+close to it when I discerned it; and I had no more than time to
+despair of surmounting it, before the horse was already clambering up
+it. Scrambling and slipping among the stones, in a minute or so and
+with a great clatter we gained the summit; and saw below and before us
+the smooth milky surface of the sea lifting lazily under the fog.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So seen it had a strangely weird and pallid aspect, as of a dead sea,
+viewed in dreams: and I stood a moment to breathe my horse and admire
+the spectacle; nor did I fail to thank God that I was out of that
+dreary and treacherous place. Then, considering my future movements
+and not knowing which way I ought to take--to right or left along the
+beach--to gain the more quickly help and shelter, I was reining my
+mare down the sea side of the bank when a welcome sound caught my ear.
+It was a man's voice giving an order. I halted and peered through the
+sea-haze; and by-and-by I made out a boat, lying beached at the edge
+of the tide, some hundred and fifty yards to my left. There were men
+standing in it, I could not see how many; and more were in the act of
+pushing it off the strand. Their voices came to me with singular
+clearness; but the words were unintelligible.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The sight gave me pause: and for a moment I stood reconnoitring the
+men. To advance or not was the question, and I was still debating it,
+and striving to deduce something from the men's appearance, when
+something, I never knew what--perhaps some noise ill-apprehended--led
+me to turn aside my head. Whatever the cause of the movement, it
+apprised me of something little suspected. Not fifty paces behind me I
+saw the figure of a giant horseman looming out of the mist. He was
+advancing along the summit of the sea-wall below which I stood; hence
+I saw him before he made me out: and this gave me the start and the
+advantage. I had time to take in the thing, and seize my horse by the
+head, and move eight or ten paces towards the boat before he took the
+cue. Then on neither side was there any concealment. With a cry, a
+yell rather, the mere sound of which flung me into a panic, the man
+urged his horse down the bank shouting fiercely to me to stand; I in
+utter terror spurred mine across the beach towards the men I had seen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I have said that I had some sixty yards of start, and two hundred or
+so to cross, to reach the boat; but the horses were scarcely able to
+trot; a yard was a furlong; and the sand swallowing up the sound of
+hoofs, it was a veritable race of ghosts, of phantoms, labouring
+through the mist across the flat, with the oily Stygian sea lapping
+the shore beside us. He cried out in the most violent fashion, now
+bidding me stay and now bidding the men stop me. And for all I know
+they might be in his pay, or at best be some of the reckless
+desperadoes who on that coast live by owling and worse practices. But
+they were my only hope and I too cried to them; and with joy I saw
+them put in again--they had before got afloat. Believing Smith to be
+gaining, I cried pitifully to them to save me, and then my horse
+stumbling, I flung myself from the saddle, and plunged through the
+sand towards them. At that, two sprang out to meet me and caught me
+under my arms; and in a moment, amid a jargon of cries in a foreign
+tongue whipped me over the side into the boat. Then they pushed it off
+and leaped in themselves, wet to the thighs; and as my pursuer came
+lurching down the beach, a pistol drawn in his hand, a couple of
+powerful strokes drove the boat through the light surf. Waving
+frantically he yelled to the men to wait, and rode to his boot-soles
+into the water; but with a jeering laugh and a volley of foreign words
+the sailors pulled the faster and the faster, and the mist lying thick
+on the water, and the boat sitting low, in half a minute we lost the
+last glimpse of him and his passion, and rode outward on a grey
+boundless sea.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_39" href="#div1Ref_39">CHAPTER XXXIX</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I should have been less than a man had I not thanked God for my
+escape. But it is in the sap of a tree to run upward in the spring,
+and in the blood of a man to live in the present and future, the past
+going for little; and I had not crouched two minutes on the thwart
+before the steady lurch of the boat outwards and seawards fixed my
+attention. From this to asking myself by what chance I had been saved,
+and who were the men who sat round me--and evinced no more curiosity
+about me than if they had been sent to the spot purely and simply to
+rescue me--was but a step.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I took it, scanned them stealthily, and was far from reassured; the
+sea-garb was then new to me, and these wearers of it were the wildest
+of their class. The fog which enfolded us magnified their clumsy
+shoulders and great knitted night-caps and the tarry ringlets that
+hung in festoons about their scarred and tanned faces. The huge
+gnarled hands that swung to and fro with the oars were no more like
+human flesh than the sea-boots which the men wore, drawn high on their
+thighs. They had rings in their ears, and from all came a reek of
+tobacco, and salt-fish, and strange oaths; nor did it need the
+addition of the hanger and pistol which each wore in his belt to
+inform me that I had fallen once again among fierce and desperate men.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Dismayed by all I saw, it yet surprised me that no one questioned me.
+He who sat in the stern of the boat, and seemed to be in command, had
+a whistle continually at his lips, and his eyes on the curtain of haze
+before us; but if the tiller and navigation of the boat took up his
+thoughts, there were others. These, however, were content to pull on
+in silence, eyeing me with dull brutish stares, until the fog lifting
+disclosed on a sudden the hull of a tall ship looming high beside us.
+A shrill piping came from it--a sound I had heard before, but taken to
+be the scream of a sea-bird; and this, as we drew up, was followed
+by a hail. The man by my side let his whistle fall that he might
+answer--which he did, in French. A moment later our boat grated
+against the heaving timbers, and I, looking up through the raw morning
+air, saw a man in a boat-cloak spring on the bulwarks and wave his
+hat.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Welcome!&quot; he cried, lustily. &quot;And God save the King! A near thing
+they tell me, sir. But come on board, come on board, and we shall see
+Dunquerque the sooner. Up with you, Sir John, if you please, and let
+us be gone with the fog, and no heel-taps!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, without another word, I knew what had happened; I knew why the
+boat which had picked me up, had been waiting on the beach at that
+hour; and as I rose to my feet on the seat, and clutched the rope
+ladder which the sailors threw down to me, my knees knocked together;
+for I foresaw what I had to expect. But the deck was surer ground for
+debate or explanation than the cockle-shell wherein I sat, and which
+tossed and ducked under me, threatening every moment to upset my
+stomach; and I went up giddily, grasped the bulwark, and, aided by
+half-a-dozen grinning seamen, night-capped and ringletted, I sprang
+down on the deck.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man in the boat-cloak received me with a clumsy bow, and shook my
+hand. &quot;Give you joy, Sir John!&quot; he said. &quot;Glad to see you, sir. I
+began to fear that you were taken! A little more, and I must have left
+you. But all's well that ends well, and--your pardon one moment.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With that he broke off, and shouted half-a-dozen orders in French and
+English and French to the sailors; and in a moment the capstan, as I
+afterwards heard it called, was creaking round, and there was a hurry
+of feet, first to one side and then to the other, and a great shouting
+and a hauling at ropes. The ship heeled over so suddenly that if I had
+not caught at the rail I must have lost my footing, and for an instant
+the green seas seemed to swell up on a level with the slanting deck as
+if they would swallow us bodily. Instead, the sloop, still heeling
+over, began to gather way, and presently was hissing through the
+water, piling the white surf before it, only to pour it foaming to
+either side. The haze, like a moving curtain, began to glide by us;
+and looking straight ahead I saw a yellow glare that told of the sun
+rising over the French dunes.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The man who had received me, and who seemed to be the master, returned
+to my side. &quot;We are under way, sir,&quot; he said, &quot;and I am glad of it.
+But you will like to see Mr. Birkenhead? He would have met you, but
+the sea-colic took him as he lay on the swell outside Dunquerque
+whistling for a wind. He gets it badly one time, and one time he is as
+hearty as you are. He is better this morning, but he is ill enough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I muttered that I would see him by-and-by, when he was better. That I
+would lie down a little, and----</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh! I have got a bunk for you in his cabin,&quot; the master answered
+briskly. &quot;I thought you would want to talk State secrets. Follow me,
+if you please, and look to your sea-legs, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He led the way to a hatch or trap-door, and raising it began to
+descend. Not daring to refuse I followed him, down a steep ladder into
+the dark bowels of the ship, the reek of tar and bilge-water, cheese
+and old rum, growing stronger with every foot we descended. At the
+bottom of the ladder he pushed aside a sliding panel, and signed
+me to pass through the opening. I obeyed, and found myself in a
+sort of dog-hole--as it seemed to me who knew nothing of ships'
+cabins--lighted only by a span-wide round window, so dark, therefore,
+that I stood a moment groping, and so close and foul-smelling that my
+gorge rose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Out of the gloom came a groan as of a sick sheep. &quot;Here is Sir John,
+safe and sound!&quot; cried the master in his sea tones. &quot;There is good
+medicine for you, Mr. Birkenhead.&quot; And he peered into the darkness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The only answer was a second groan. &quot;Do you hear, sir?&quot; the captain
+repeated. &quot;Sir John is here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A voice feebly yet unmistakably d----d Sir John and the captain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The master chuckled hoarsely. &quot;Set a frigate behind us with a noose
+flying at the yard-arm, and there is no man like him!&quot; he said. &quot;None,
+Sir John; and I have carried him across seventy times and over, sick
+and well, he should know the road from the Marsh to Southwark if any
+man does. But let him be for the present, and do you lie down in the
+bunk above him, and I will bring you some Nantz and a crust. When he
+is better, he will be as glad to see you as if you were his brother.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I obeyed, and fortified by the strong waters he brought me, was glad
+to lie down, and under cover of darkness consider my position and what
+chance I had of extricating myself from it. For the time, and probably
+until we reached Dunquerque, I was safe; but what would happen when
+Birkenhead--the man whom the Jacobites called the Royal Post, and who
+doubtless knew Sir John Fenwick by sight--what would happen, I say,
+when he roused himself, and found that he had not only taken off the
+wrong man but left Sir John to his fate? Would he not be certain to
+visit the mischance on my head? Or if I escaped his hands, what must I
+expect, a stranger, ashore in a foreign land with little money, and no
+language at my command? I shuddered at the prospect; yet shuddered
+more at the thought of Birkenhead's anger; so that presently all my
+fore-looking resolved itself into a strenuous effort to put off the
+evil day, and prolong by lying still and quiet the sleep into which he
+appeared to have fallen.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He lay so close to me, divided only by the one board on which I
+reclined, that all the noises of the ship--the creaking of the
+timbers, the wash of the seas as they foamed along the quarter, and
+the banging of blocks and ropes--noises that never ceased, failed to
+cover the sound of his breathing. And this nearness to me, taken with
+the fact that I could not see him, so tormented me with doubt whether
+he was awake or asleep, was recovering or growing worse, that more
+than once I raised my head and listened until my neck ached. In the
+twilight of the cabin I could see his cloak swaying lazily on a hook;
+on another hung a belt with pistols, that slid this way and that with
+the swing of the vessel. And presently watching these and listening to
+the regularity of his breathing, I laid my head down and did the last
+thing I proposed to do or should have thought possible; for I fell
+asleep.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I awoke with a man's hand on my shoulder; and sat up with a start of
+alarm, a man's voice in my ear. The floor of the cabin slanted no
+longer, the cloak and swordbelt hang motionless on the wall; and in
+place of the sullen plash of the waves and the ceaseless creaking of
+joists and knees, that had before filled the inwards of the ship, a
+medley of shouts and cries, as shrill as they were unintelligible,
+filled the pauses of the windlass. These things were, and I took them
+in and drew the inference, that we were in harbour; but mechanically,
+for it seemed, at the moment, that such wits as terror left me were in
+the grasp of the man who shook me and swore at me by turns; and whose
+short hair--for he was wigless--fairly bristled with rage and
+perplexity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You! Who the devil are <i>you?</i>&quot; he cried, frantically. &quot;What witchcraft
+is this? Here, Gill! Gill! Do you hear, you tarry pudding-head? Who is
+this you have put in my cabin? And where is Fenwick? Where----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where is Sir John?&quot; cried a voice somewhat distant, as if the
+speaker stooped to the hatchway. &quot;He is there, Mr. Birkenhead. I set
+him there myself. And between gentlemen, such words as those, Mr.
+Birkenhead----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As what?&quot; cried the man who held me.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As tarry. But never mind; between friends----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Friends be hanged!&quot; cried my assailant with violence. &quot;Who is this
+fool? That is what I asked. And you, have you no tongue?&quot; he
+continued, glaring at me. &quot;Who are you, and where is Sir John
+Fenwick?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Before I could answer, the master, who had descended, crowded himself
+into the doorway. &quot;That is Sir John,&quot; he said, sulkily. &quot;I thought
+that you----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This, Sir John?&quot; the other exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, to be sure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As much Sir John as you are the warming-pan!&quot; Birkenhead retorted;
+and released me with so much violence that my head rapped against the
+panels. &quot;This, Sir John Fenwick?&quot; And then, &quot;Oh, man, man, you have
+destroyed me,&quot; he cried. &quot;Where is my reputation now? You have left
+the real Simon Pure to be taken, and brought off this--this--you
+booby, you grinning ape, who are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Trembling, I told him my name.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And Sir John?&quot; he said. &quot;Where is he?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I left him at Ashford,&quot; I muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is a lie!&quot; he cried in a voice that thrilled me to the marrow.
+&quot;You did not leave him at Ashford! He was with you on the beach--he
+was with you and you deserted him! You left him to be taken, and saved
+yourself. You wretch! You Judas!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">God knows by what intuition he spoke. For me, I swear that it was not
+until that moment, not until he had put the possibility into words
+that I knew--ay, knew, for that was the only word, so certain was I
+after the event--that the man who had ridden down the beach and called
+vainly on the sailors to wait, the man from whom we had rowed away
+laughing, taking with us his last hope of life, was not Matthew Smith,
+but Sir John Fenwick! <i>Now</i>, things which should have opened my eyes
+then, and had not, came back to me. I recalled how tall and gaunt the
+rider had looked through the haze, and a something novel in his voice,
+and plaintive in his tone. True, I had heard the click-clack of
+Smith's horse's shoes as clearly as I ever heard anything in my life;
+but if Sir John, alarmed by the sound of my hasty departure, and
+fearing treachery, had sallied out, and leaping on the first horse he
+found, had ridden after me, then all was clear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I saw that, and cowered before the men's accusing eyes: so that they
+had been more than Solomons had they taken my sudden disorder for
+aught but guilt--guilt brought home. For Birkenhead, his rage was
+terrible. He seized me by the throat, and disregarding my pitiful
+pleas that I had not known, I had not known, he dragged me from the
+berth, and made as if he would choke me there and then with his naked
+hands. Instead, however, he suddenly loosed me. &quot;Faugh,&quot; he cried; &quot;I
+will not dirty my hands with you! That such as you--<i>you</i> should be a
+man's death! <i>You!</i> But you shall not escape. Gill, up with him! Up
+with him and to the yard-arm. String him up! He shall swing before he
+is an hour older!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In Dunquerque harbour?&quot; said the other.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot; said the master. &quot;Because, Mr. Birkenhead, I serve a King
+<i>de jure</i> and not <i>de facto</i>. That is why not. And if you want another
+reason----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am not aware that His Majesty has raised you to the Bench,&quot; the
+master answered sturdily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, you have turned sea-lawyer, have you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Law is law,&quot; said the shipmaster. &quot;England, or France, or the high
+seas.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And owling is owling!&quot; the other retorted with passion. &quot;And
+smuggling, smuggling! You are a fine man to talk! If you will not hang
+him--as they will hang Fenwick, so help me, never doubt it!--what will
+you do with him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Give my men a bag of sand apiece, and let him run the gauntlet,&quot; the
+captain answered, with a phlegm that froze me. &quot;Trust me, sir, they
+will not leave much of a balance owing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was terrible to see how Birkenhead, vain, choleric and maddened by
+disappointment, jumped at the cruel suggestion. For me, I shrank into
+the bunk into the farthest corner, and cried for mercy; I might as
+well have cried to the winds. I was hauled out, the word passed up,
+and despite my desperate struggles, prayers and threats--the latter
+not unmingled with the name of Shrewsbury, which did but harden
+them--I was dragged to the foot of the ladder. Thence I was carried on
+deck, where, half-dead with fear and powerless in the hands of three
+stout seamen, I met none but grinning faces and looks of cruel
+anticipation. Few need to be told with what zest the common herd flock
+to a scene of cruel sport, how hard are their bosoms, how fiendish the
+pleasure which all but the most humane and thoughtful take in helpless
+suffering. Small was the chance that my pleas of innocence and appeals
+for a hearing would gain attention. All was ready, the men bared their
+arms and licked their lips, and in a moment I must have been set for
+the baiting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But in certain circumstances the extremity of fear is another name for
+the extremity of daring; and the master, at this last moment going to
+range the crew in two lines, and one of the sailors who had me in
+charge releasing me for an instant, that he might arm himself with a
+sand-bag, I saw my opportunity. With a desperate swing I wrenched
+myself from the grasp of the other men. That done, a single bound
+carried me to the plank which joined the deck to the shore. I flew
+across it, swift as the wind; and as the whole crew seeing what had
+happened broke from their stations and with yells and whoops of glee
+took up the chase, I sprang on shore. Bursting recklessly through the
+fringe of idlers whom the arrival of the ship had brought to the
+water's edge, I sped across the open wharf, threaded a labyrinth of
+bales and casks, and darted up the first lane to which I came.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Fear gave me wings, and I left the wharf a score of yards ahead of my
+pursuers. But the seamen, who had taken up the chase with the gusto of
+boys let loose from school, made up for the lack of speed by whooping
+like demons; and the English among them halloing &quot;Stop Thief!&quot; and the
+others some French words alike in import, the alarm went abreast of
+me. Fortunately the lane was almost deserted, and I easily evaded
+the halfhearted efforts to stop me, which one or two made. It seemed
+that I should for the present get away. But at the last moment, at the
+head of the lane fate waited for me: an old woman standing in a
+doorway--and who made, as I came up, as if she was afraid of me--flung
+a bucket after me. It fell in front of me, I trod on the edge and fell
+with a shriek of pain.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Before I could rise or speak, the foremost of the sailors came up and
+struck me on the head with a sand-bag; and the others as they arrived
+rained blows on me without mercy. I managed to utter a cry, then
+instinctively covered my head with my arms. They belaboured me until
+they were tired and I almost senseless; when, thinking me dead, they
+went off whistling, and I crawled into the nearest doorway and fainted
+away.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_40" href="#div1Ref_40">CHAPTER XL</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">When I recovered my senses I was on my back in one of eighteen beds,
+in a long white-walled room, having barred windows, and a vaulted
+ceiling. A woman, garbed strangely in black, and with a queer white
+cap drawn tight round her face, leaned over me, and with her finger
+laid to her lips, enjoined silence. Here and there along the wall were
+pictures of saints; and at the end two candles burned before a kind of
+altar. I had an idea that I had been partly conscious, and had lain
+tossing giddily with a burning head, and a dreadful thirst through
+days and nights of fever. Now, though I could scarcely raise my head,
+and my brain reeled if I stirred, I was clear-minded, and knew that
+the bone of my leg was broken, and that for that reason I had a bed to
+myself where most lay double. For the rest I was so weak I could only
+cry in pure gratitude when the nun came to me in my turn, and fed me,
+and plain, stout, and gentle-eyed, laid her fingers on her lip, or
+smiling, said in her odd English &quot;Quee-at, quee-at, monsieur!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">In face of the blessings which the Protestant Succession, as settled
+in our present House of Hanover, has secured to these islands, it
+would little become me to find a virtue in papistry; and my late lord,
+who early saw and abjured the errors of that faith, would have been
+the last to support or encourage such a thesis. Notwithstanding which,
+I venture to say that the devotion of these women to their calling is
+a thing not to be decried, merely because we have no counterpart of
+it, nor the charity of that hospital, simply because the burning of
+candles and worshipping of saints alternate with the tendance of the
+wretched. On the contrary, it seems to me that were such a profession,
+the idolatrous vows excepted, grafted on our Church, it might redound
+alike to the credit of religion--which of late the writings of Lord
+Bolingbroke have somewhat belittled--and to the good of mankind.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">So much with submission; nor will the most rigid of our divines blame
+me, when they learn that I lay ten weeks in the Maison de Dieu at
+Dunquerque, dependent for everything on the kind offices of those good
+women; and nursed during that long period with a solicitude and
+patience not to be exceeded by that of wife or mother. When I had so
+far recovered as to be able to leave my bed, and move a few yards on
+crutches, I was assisted to a shady courtyard, nestled snugly between
+the hospital and the old town wall. Here, under a gnarled mulberry
+tree which had sheltered the troops of Parma, I spent my time in a
+dream of peace, through which nuns, apple-faced and kind-eyed, flitted
+laden with tisanes, or bearing bottles that called for the immediate
+attention of M. le Medecin's long nose and silver-rimmed spectacles.
+Occasionally their Director would seat himself beside me, and silently
+run through his office: or instruct me in the French tongue, and the
+evils of Jansenism--mainly by means of the snuff-box which rarely left
+his fine white hands. More often the meagre apothecary, young, yellow,
+dry, ambitious, with a hungry light in his eyes, would take an English
+lesson, until the coming of his superior routed him, and sent him to
+his gallipots and compounding with a flea in his ear.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such were the scenes and companions that attended my return to health;
+nor, my spirits being attuned to these, should I have come to seek or
+desire others, though enhanced by my native air--a species of inertia,
+more easily excused by those who have viewed French life near at hand,
+than by such as have never travelled--but for an encounter as
+important in its consequences as it was unexpected, which broke the
+even current of my days.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was no uncommon thing for the nuns to bring one of my own
+countrymen to me, in the fond hope that I might find a friend. But as
+these persons, from the nature of the case, were invariably Jacobites,
+and either knowing something of my story, thought me well served, or
+coming to examine me, shied at the names of Mr. Brome and Lord
+Shrewsbury, such efforts had but one end. When I heard, therefore, for
+the fourth or fifth time that a compatriot of mine, amiable, and of a
+vivacity <i>tout-â-fait marveilleuse</i> was coming to see me, I was as far
+from supposing that I should find an acquaintance, as I was from
+anticipating the interview with pleasure. Imagine my surprise,
+therefore, when S&#339;ur Marie called me into the garden at the
+appointed time; and, her simple face shining with delight, led me to
+the old mulberry tree, where, who should be sitting but Mary Ferguson!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She had as little expected to meet me as I to meet her, but coming on
+me thus suddenly, and seeing me lame, and in a sense a cripple,
+reduced, moreover, by the long illness through which I had passed, she
+let her feelings have way. Such tenderness as she had entertained for
+me before welled up now with irresistible force, and giving the lie to
+a certain hoydenish hardness, inherent in a disposition which was
+never one of the most common, in a moment she was in my arms. If she
+did not weep herself, she pardoned, and possibly viewed with pleasure,
+those tears on my part, which weakness and surprise drew from me,
+while a hundred broken words and exclamations bore witness to the
+gratitude she felt on the score of her escape.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Thus brought together, in a strange country, and agitated by a hundred
+memories, nothing was at first made clear, except that we belonged to
+one another, and S&#339;r Marie had long fled to carry the tale with
+mingled glee and horror into the house, before we grew sufficiently
+calm to answer the numberless questions which it occurred to each to
+ask.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At length Mary, pressed to tell me how she had fared since her escape,
+made one of the odd faces I could so well remember. And &quot;Not as I
+would, but as I could,&quot; she said, dryly. &quot;By crossing with letters.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Crossing?&quot; I exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure,&quot; she answered. &quot;I go to and from London with letters.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But should you be taken?&quot; I cried, with a vivid remembrance of the
+terror into which the prospect of punishment had thrown her.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She shrugged her shoulders; yet suppressed, or I was mistaken, a
+shudder. Then &quot;What will you?&quot; she said, spreading out her little
+hands French fashion, and making again that odd grimace. &quot;It is the
+old story. I must live, Dick. And what can a woman do? Will Lady
+Middleton take me for her children's <i>governante?</i> Or Lady Melfort
+find me a place in her household? I am Ferguson's niece, a backstairs
+wench of whom no one knows anything. If I were handsome now, <i>bien!</i>
+As I am not--to live I must risk my living.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are handsome enough for me!&quot; I cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She raised her eyebrows, with a look in her eyes that, I remember,
+puzzled me. &quot;Well, may be,&quot; she said a trifle tartly. &quot;And the other
+is neither here nor there. For the rest, Dick, I live at Captain
+Gill's, and his wife claws me Monday and kisses me Tuesday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you have taken letters to London?&quot; I said, wondering at her
+courage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Three times,&quot; she answered, nodding soberly. &quot;And to Tunbridge
+once. A woman passes. A man would be taken. So Mr. Birkenhead says.
+But----&quot; and with the word she broke off abruptly, and stared at me;
+and continued to stare at me, her face which was rounder and more
+womanly than in the old days, falling strangely.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p347"><img src="images/p347.png" alt="p347"></a><br>
+SHE LISTENED IN SILENCE, STANDING OVER ME WITH
+SOMETHING OF THE SEVERITY OF A JUDGE</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">It wore such a look indeed, that I glanced over my shoulder thinking
+that she saw something. Finding nothing, &quot;Mary!&quot; I cried. &quot;What is it?
+What is the matter?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are you the man who came with Sir John Fenwick to the shore?&quot; she
+cried, stepping back a pace--she had already risen, &quot;And betrayed him?
+Dick! Dick, don't say it!&quot; she continued hurriedly, holding out her
+hands as if she would ward off my words. &quot;Don't say that you are
+<i>that</i> man! I had forgotten until this moment whom I came to see; who,
+they said, was here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Her words stung me, even as her face frightened me. But while I winced
+a kind of courage, born of indignation and of a sense of injustice
+long endured, came to me; and I answered her with spirit. &quot;No,&quot; I
+said, &quot;I am not that man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No?&quot; she cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No!&quot; I said defiantly. &quot;If you mean the man that betrayed Sir John
+Fenwick. But I will tell you what man I am--if you will listen to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What are yon going to tell me?&quot; she answered, the troubled look
+returning. And then, &quot;Dick, don't lie to me!&quot; she cried quickly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have no need,&quot; I said. And with that, beginning at the beginning, I
+told her all the story which is written here, so far as it was not
+already known to her. She listened in silence, standing over me with
+something of the severity of a judge, until I came to the start from
+London with Matthew Smith.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">There she interrupted me. &quot;One moment,&quot; she said in a hard voice; and
+she fixed me with keen, unfriendly eyes. &quot;You know that Sir John
+Fenwick was taken two days later, and is in the Tower?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I know nothing,&quot; I said, holding out my hands and trembling with the
+excitement of my story, and the thought of my sufferings.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not even that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, nothing; not even that,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor that within a month, in all probability, he will be tried and
+executed!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor that your master is in peril? You have not heard that Sir John
+has turned on him and denounced him before the Council of the King?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; I said. &quot;How should I?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What?&quot; she cried incredulously. &quot;You do not know that with which all
+England is ringing--though it touches you of all men?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How should I?&quot; I said feebly. &quot;Who would tell me here? And for weeks
+I have been ill.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She nodded. &quot;Go on,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I obeyed. I took up the thread again, told her how we reached Ashford,
+how I saw Sir John, how I fled, and how I was pursued; finally how I
+was received on board the boat, and never, until the following day,
+when Birkenhead flung it in my teeth, guessed that I had forestalled
+Sir John, and robbed him of his one chance of escape. &quot;For if I had
+known,&quot; I continued warmly, &quot;why should I fly from him? What had I to
+fear from him? Or what to gain, if Smith with a pistol were not at my
+heels, by leaving England? Gain?&quot; I continued bitterly, seeing that I
+had convinced her. &quot;What <i>did</i> I gain? This! This!&quot; And I touched my
+crippled leg.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Thank God!&quot; she said, with emotion. &quot;Thank God, Dick. But----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But what!&quot; I retorted sharply; for in the telling of the story I had
+come to see more clearly than before how cruelly I had been treated.
+&quot;But what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, just this,&quot; she said gently. &quot;Have you not brought it on
+yourself in a measure? If you had been more--that is, I mean, if you
+had not been so----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So what?&quot; I cried querulously, seeing her hesitate.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, so quick to think that it was Matthew Smith--and a pistol,&quot; she
+answered, smiling rather heartlessly. &quot;That is all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There was a mist,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She laughed in her odd way. &quot;Of course, Dick, there was a mist,&quot; she
+agreed. &quot;And you cannot make bricks without straw. And after all you
+did make bricks in St. James's Square, and it is not for me to find
+fault. But there is a thing to be done, and it must be done.&quot; And her
+lips closed firmly, after a fashion I remembered, and still remember,
+having seen it a hundred times since that day, and learned to humour
+it. &quot;One that must be done!&quot; she continued. &quot;Dick, you will not leave
+the Duke to be ruined by Matthew Smith? You will not lie here and let
+those rogues work their will on him? Sir John has denounced him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And may denounce me!&quot; I said, aghast at the notion. &quot;May denounce
+me,&quot; I continued with agitation. &quot;<i>Will</i> denounce me. If it was not
+the Duke who was at Ashford, it was I!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And who are you?&quot; she retorted, with a look that withered me.
+&quot;Who will care whether you met Sir John at Ashford or not? King
+William--call him Dutchman, boor, drunkard, as it's the fashion this
+side, call him I say what you will--at least he flies at high game,
+and does not hawk at mice!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Mice?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, mice!&quot; she answered with a snap of her teeth--and she looked all
+over the little vixen she could be. &quot;For what are we? What are we now?
+Still more, what are we if we leave the Duke to his enemies, leave him
+to be ruined and disgraced, leave him to pay the penalty, while you,
+the cause of all this, lie here--lie safe and snug? For shame, Dick!
+For shame!&quot; she continued with such a thrill in her voice that the
+pigeons feeding behind her fluttered up in alarm, and two or three
+nuns looked out inquisitively.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I had my own thoughts and my own feelings about my lord, as he well
+knew in after years. I challenge any to say that I lacked either
+respect or affection for him. But a man's wits move more slowly than a
+woman's, and the news came on me suddenly. It was no great wonder if I
+could not in a moment stomach the prospect of returning to risk and
+jeopardy, to the turmoil from which I had been so long freed, and the
+hazards of a life and death struggle. In the political life of twenty
+years ago men carried their necks to market. Knowing that I might save
+the Duke and suffer in his place--the fate of many a poor dependant;
+or might be confronted with Smith; or brought face to face with
+Ferguson; or perish before I reached London in the net in which my
+lord's own feet were caught, I foresaw not one but a hundred dangers;
+and those such as no prudent man could be expected to regard with
+equanimity, or any but a harebrained girl would encounter with a light
+heart.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Still I desired to stand well with her; and that being so I confess
+that it was with relief I remembered my lameness; and named it to her.
+Passing over the harshness of her last words, &quot;You are right,&quot; I said.
+&quot;Something should be done. But for me it is impossible at present. I
+am lame, as you see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lame?&quot; she cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;More than lame,&quot; I answered--but there was that in her tone which
+bade me avoid her eyes. &quot;A cripple, Mary.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, not a cripple,&quot; she answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; I said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Dick,&quot; she answered in a voice low, but so grave and firm that I
+winced. &quot;Let us be frank for once. Not a cripple, but a coward.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I never said I was a soldier,&quot; I answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I,&quot; she replied, wilfully misunderstanding me. &quot;I said, a coward!
+And a coward I will not marry!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">With that we looked at one another: and I saw that her face was white.
+&quot;Was it a coward saved your life--in the Square?&quot; I muttered at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; she answered. &quot;But it was a coward played the sneak for
+Ferguson. And a coward played the rogue for Smith! It was a coward
+lost Fenwick--because he dare not look behind! And a coward who will
+now sacrifice his benefactor, to save his own skin. And <i>you</i> only
+know in how many other things you have played the craven. But the
+rather for that, up, now, and play the man! You have a chance now! Do
+this one brave thing and all will be forgiven. Oh, Dick, Dick!&quot; she
+continued--and with a sudden blaze in her face she stooped and threw
+her arms round me, &quot;if you love me, do it! Do it for us both! Do
+it--or if you cannot, God knows it were better we were hung, than
+married!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I cannot hope to describe the fervour, which she threw into these last
+words, or the effect which they wrought on me, weakened as I was by
+long illness. In a voice broken by tears I conjured her to give me
+time--to give me time; a few days in which to consider what I would
+do.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not a day!&quot; she answered, springing from me in fresh excitement, and
+as if my touch burned her. &quot;I will give you no time. You have had a
+lifetime, and to what purpose? I will give you no time. Do you give me
+your word.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To go to England?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was ashake from head to foot; and groaned aloud. In truth if I had
+known the gallows to be the certain and inevitable end of the road, on
+which I was asked to enter, I could not have been more sorely beset;
+between rage and fear, and shame of her and desire for her. But while
+I hung in that misery, she continuing to stand over me, I looked, as
+it happened, in her face; and I saw that it was no longer hot with
+anger, but sad and drawn as by a sharp pain. And I gave her my word,
+trembling and shaking.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Now,&quot; said she, &quot;are you a brave man; and perhaps the bravest.&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_41" href="#div1Ref_41">CHAPTER XLI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">That the arrest of Sir John Fenwick, reported in London on the 13th of
+June, was regarded by all parties as an event of the first magnitude,
+scarce exceeded in importance by a victory in Flanders or a defeat in
+the Mediterranean, is a thing not to be denied at this time of day;
+when men, still in their prime, can recall the commotion occasioned by
+it. The private animosity, which was believed to exist between Sir
+John and the King, and which dated, if the gossip of Will's and
+Garraway's went for anything, not from the slight which he had put
+upon the late Queen, but from a much earlier period, when he had
+served under William in Flanders, aroused men's curiosity, and in a
+sense their pity; as if they were to see here the end of a Greek
+drama.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor, apart from the public and general interest, which Sir John's
+birth and family connections, no less than his share in the plot,
+considerably augmented, was there any faction which could view his
+arrest with indifference. He had been so deep in the confidence of St.
+Germain's that were he to make a discovery, not Tories and Jacobites
+only lay at his mercy, but all that large class among the Whigs who
+had stooped to palter with James. These, as they were the more
+culpable had also more to fear. Trembling at the prospect of a
+disclosure which must convict them of practices at variance with their
+most solemn professions, they were supported by none of those
+sentiments of loyalty, honourable if mistaken, which excused the
+others; while as each fondly thought his perfidy unknown to his
+neighbour, and dreaded nothing so much as detection by the rank and
+file of the party, he found the burden of apprehension weigh the more
+heavily, because he had none to share it with him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The absence of the King, who was campaigning in Flanders, aggravated
+the suspense; which prevailed so widely for the reasons above, and
+others, that it is not too much to say that barely four politicians
+could be found of the first or second rank who were not nearly
+concerned in the question of Sir John Fenwick's silence. Of these,
+however, I make bold to say that my lord was one; and though the news
+that Sir John, who lay in the Tower, had sent for the Duke of
+Devonshire may have excited a passing feeling of jealousy in his
+mind--since he and not the other Duke was the person to whom Sir John
+might more fitly unbosom himself--I am confident, and, indeed, had it
+from his own lips, that at this time he had no notion of any danger
+threatening himself.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His eyes were first opened by the Earl of Marlborough; who, calling
+upon him one day, ostensibly on business connected with the Princess
+Anne (to whom the King had been reconciled before his departure),
+presently named Sir John. From this to the statement made to the Duke
+of Devonshire, and the rumours of its contents which filled the
+coffee-houses, was but a step. The Earl seemed concerned; my lord, in
+his innocence, sceptical.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At length the latter spoke out what was in his mind. &quot;To tell you the
+truth, my lord,&quot; he said frankly, &quot;I think it is a mare's nest. I
+don't believe that any statement has been made.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Earl looked astonished. &quot;May I ask why not?&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because, unless I am much mistaken,&quot; my lord answered smiling, &quot;the
+Duke would have brought it straight to me. And I have heard nothing of
+it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You have not asked the Duke?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course not.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But--he was with Sir John,&quot; the Earl persisted steadily. &quot;There is no
+doubt of that, is there?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, no.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, then, is not that in itself strange?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I think not, there have always been friendly relations,&quot; my lord
+continued, &quot;between the Duke and Sir John.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just so,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered, taking a pinch of snuff. &quot;Still,
+do those relations warrant the Lord Steward in visiting him now?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Secretary looked a little startled. &quot;Well, I don't know,&quot; he said.
+&quot;But the Duke of Devonshire's patriotism is so well established----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That he may steal the horse, while we look over the wall,&quot; Lord
+Marlborough answered, taking him up with a smile. &quot;Be that as it may,&quot;
+he continued, &quot;and I am sure that the same may be said of the Duke of
+Shrewsbury,&quot;--here the two noblemen bowed to one another--&quot;I think
+your Grace's information is somewhat faulty on this point. I happen to
+know that immediately after the interview a special messenger left
+Devonshire House for Loo; and that the matters he carried were reduced
+into writing by his Grace's own hand. That being so, Duke, you are
+better qualified to draw the inference than I am.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord, at that, looked grave and nodded, being convinced; and I do
+not doubt that he felt the slight which the other Duke's silence
+implied. But though, of all the men I have ever met, he was the most
+sensitive, he was the last also, to wear his heart on his sleeve; and
+not only did he refrain from complaint of his colleague's conduct, but
+he hastened to dispel by a word or two the effect of his momentary
+gravity. &quot;Ah, then I can guess what happened,&quot; he said, nodding his
+comprehension. &quot;I have no doubt that Sir John made it a term that his
+discovery should be delivered to the King at first hand--and to no one
+else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lord Marlborough rose. &quot;Duke,&quot; he said firmly, &quot;I think it is fair
+that I should be more frank with you. The reason you give is not the
+reason they are giving in the coffee-houses--for the Lord Steward's
+reticence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No!&quot; said my lord, with a faint note of scorn in his voice.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; said the Earl. &quot;On the contrary, they say at Will's--and for the
+matter of that at the St. James's too, that the statement is kept
+close because it touched men in power.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In power?&quot; said my lord, with the same note in his voice. &quot;In the
+Council, do you mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes; three men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Do they name them?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Certainly,&quot; said my Lord Marlborough, smiling. &quot;And they join with
+the three one who is not in power.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Myself.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nothing could exceed the placid indifference, as natural as it was
+free from exaggeration, which the Earl contrived to throw into his
+last word. Yet my lord started, and shuffled uneasily in his chair.
+Knowing something, and perhaps suspecting more, aware of the character
+which his enemies attributed to Lord Marlborough, he would not have
+been the statesman he was, if he had not fancied an ulterior design,
+in an admission not a little embarrassing. He confined himself,
+therefore, to a polite shrug expressive of incredulity, and to the
+words &quot;<i>Credat Judæus</i>.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Just so,&quot; said Lord Marlborough, whose erudition was not on a par
+with the marvellous strategical powers he has since displayed. &quot;What,
+then, will your Grace say--to Ned Russell?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The First Lord of the Admiralty? Is <i>he</i> named?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In the coffee-houses.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ah!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Lord Godolphin!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Impossible!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not so impossible as the fourth,&quot; Lord Marlborough answered, with a
+light laugh, in which courtesy, amusement, and a fine perception of
+the ridiculous were nicely mingled. &quot;Can you not guess, Duke?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But my lord, too prudent to suggest names in that connection, shook
+his head. &quot;Who could?&quot; he said, raising his eyebrows scornfully. &quot;They
+might as well name me, as some you are mentioning.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lord Marlborough laughed softly. &quot;My very dear Duke,&quot; he said, &quot;that
+is just what they are doing! They do name you. You are the fourth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I believe that my lord had so little expected the answer that for a
+space he remained, staring at the speaker, in equal surprise and
+dismay. Then his indignation finding vent: &quot;It is not possible!&quot; he
+cried. &quot;Even in the coffee-houses! And besides, if your story is true,
+my lord, the Duke of Devonshire alone knows what Sir John has
+discovered, and whom he has accused!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lord Marlborough pursed up his lips. &quot;Things get known--strangely,&quot; he
+said. &quot;For instance, the shadow which came between your Grace and His
+Majesty in '90--probably you supposed it to be known to the King only,
+or if to any besides, to Portland at most? On the contrary, there was
+scarce a knot of chatterers at Garraway's but whispered of your
+dinners with Middleton, and meetings with Montgomery, watched for the
+event, and gave the odds on St. Germain's in guessing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Earl spoke in his airiest manner, took snuff <i>in medio</i>, and with
+a carelessness that none could so well affect, avoided looking at his
+hearer. Nevertheless, the shaft went home. My lord, smitten between
+the joints of his harness, suffered all that a proud and sensitive
+man, apprised on a sudden that his dearest secrets were the property
+of the market-place, could suffer; and rage dissipating the composure
+which self-respect would fain have maintained, &quot;My lord, this is going
+too far!&quot; he gasped. &quot;Who gave your lordship leave to--to touch on a
+matter which concerns only myself?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Simply this later matter,&quot; the Earl answered in a plain,
+matter-of-fact tone that at once sobered the Duke, and seemed to
+justify his own interference. &quot;If there is anything at all in this
+rumour--if Sir John has really said anything, I take it that the old
+gossip is at the bottom of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke stared before him with a troubled face; and did not answer.
+To some it might have seemed the most natural course to carry the war
+into the informant's country, and by a dry question or a pregnant word
+suggest that at least as good grounds existed for the imputation cast
+on <i>him</i>. But such a line of argument was beneath the dignity, which
+was never long wanting, to my lord; and he made no attempt to disturb
+the other's equanimity or question his triumph. After a time, however,
+&quot;I beg your pardon,&quot; he said. &quot;I forgot myself and spoke hastily. But
+he is a most impudent fellow!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A d----d impudent fellow,&quot; the Earl cried, with more fervour than he
+had yet exhibited.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And he is playing an impudent game,&quot; my lord continued, thoughtfully.
+&quot;But a dangerous one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;As he will find to his cost, before he has done!&quot; Lord Marlborough
+answered. &quot;It is cunningly thought of. If he will save his head he
+must give up some one. So, as he will not give up his friends he will
+ruin his enemies; if the King is a fool, and can spare us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The King is no fool!&quot; said the Duke, rather coldly. It was no secret
+that between William and Lord Marlborough love was not lost.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, that may be a good thing for us!&quot; the Earl answered lightly. He
+had not the reputation even with his friends of setting his feelings
+before his interest; nor probably in all England was there a man who
+looked out on the world with a keener eye to benefit by the weaknesses
+of men and make profit of their strength.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I know that it ill-becomes one in my station to carp at the great
+Duke, as men now style him; though of all his greatness, genius, and
+courage, there remains but a poor drivelling childishness, calling
+every minute for a woman's tendance. And far am I from giving voice or
+encouragement to the hints of those, who, hating him, maintain that in
+future times things incredibly base will be traced to his door. But
+truth is truth; that he knew more of the matter now threatening and
+stood to lose more by it than my lord, I have little doubt; nor that
+this being so, the real object of his visit was to ensure the solidity
+of the assailed phalanx, and particularly to make it certain that the
+Secretary, whose weight with the King was exceeded only by his
+popularity with the party, should not stand aloof from the common
+hazard.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Having attained this object, so far as it could be obtained in a
+single interview, and finding that the Duke, in spite of all his
+efforts to the contrary, continued moody and distraught, he presently
+took his leave. But to my lord's astonishment, he was announced again
+ten minutes later. He re-entered with profuse apologies.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I went from your Grace's to the Venetian Ambassador's on the farther
+side of the Square,&quot; he said. &quot;There I heard it confidently stated
+that Goodman, one of the two witnesses against Sir John, had
+absconded. Have you heard it, Duke?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; my lord answered with some dryness. &quot;And I am sure that it is
+not true.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You would have heard it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Necessarily.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nevertheless, and craving your pardon,&quot; the Earl answered slowly, &quot;I
+think that there is something in it. If he has not been induced to go,
+I fancy from what I hear that he is hesitating.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then he must be looked to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yet! were he to go, you see--it would make all the difference--to Sir
+John,&quot; the Earl said. &quot;There would be only Porter; and the Act
+requires two witnesses.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord lifted his eyebrows; that two witnesses were required in a
+case of treason was too trite a statement to call for comment. Then
+seeing the other's drift, he smiled. &quot;That were to lick the platter,
+my lord, in order to keep the fingers clean,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Lord Marlborough laughed airily. &quot;Well put,&quot; he said, not a whit
+abashed. &quot;So it would. You are right, Duke, as you always are. But I
+have detained you too long.&quot; With which, and another word of apology,
+he took his leave a second time.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That he left an unhappy man behind him, none can doubt, who knew the
+Duke's sensitive nature, and respect for his high position and
+dignity. To find that the weakness, venial and casual, of which he had
+been guilty years before in stooping to listen to Lord Middleton's
+solicitations--a fault which he had fancied known only to the King and
+by him forgiven--to find that this was the property of the public, was
+burden enough; but to learn that on this was to be founded a fresh
+charge, for the proper refutation of which the past must be raked up,
+was torture intolerable. In a fine sense of the ridiculous, my lord
+excelled any man of his time; he could feather therefore out of his
+own breast the shafts of evil that would be aimed at the man, who, one
+of the seven to bring over William in '88, had stooped in '89 to
+listen to the Exile! He could see more clearly than any all the
+inconsistency, all the folly, all the weakness of the course, to which
+he had, not so much committed himself, as been tempted to commit
+himself. The Minister unfaithful, the patriot importuned, were parts
+in which he saw himself exposed to the town, to the sallies of Tom
+Brown, and the impertinences of Ned Ward; nay, in proportion as he
+appreciated the grandeur of honest rebellion, of treason, open and
+declared, he felt shame for the pettiness of the part he had himself
+played, a waverer when trusted, and a palterer when in power.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such reflections weighed on him so heavily that though one of the
+proudest and therefore to those below him one of the most courteous
+and considerate of men, he could scarcely bring himself to face his
+subordinates, when the hour came for him to attend the office. Sir
+John Trumball still deferred to him, Mr. Vernon still bowed until
+the curls of his wig hid his stout red cheeks, the clerks where he
+came still rose, pale, smug, and submissive, in his honour. But he
+fancied--quite falsely--something ironical in this respect; he
+pictured nods and heard words behind his back; and suspecting the
+talk, which hushed at his entrance rose high on his departure, to be
+at his expense, he underwent a score of martyrdoms before he returned
+to St. James's Square.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Meanwhile the absence of the King aggravated his position; firstly, by
+depriving him of the only confidant his pride permitted him; secondly,
+by adding to his troubles the jealousies which invariably attend
+government by a Council. Popularly considered, he was first Minister
+of the Crown, and deepest in the King's confidence. But the knowledge
+that one of his colleagues withheld a matter from him, and was in
+private communication with William in respect to it, was not rendered
+less irksome by the suspicion, amounting almost to a certainty, that
+his own concern in the business was that of a culprit. This it was
+which first and most intimately touched his dignity; and this it was
+which at the end of a fortnight of suspense drove him to a desperate
+resolution. He would broach the matter to the Duke of Devonshire; and
+learn the best and the worst of it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Desiring to do this in a manner the least formal he took occasion to
+dismiss his coach at the next Council meeting, and telling the Duke
+that he wished to mention a matter to him, he begged a seat in his
+equipage. But whether the Lord Steward foresaw what was coming and
+parried the subject discreetly, or my lord's heart failed him, they
+reached the Square, and nothing said, except on general topics. There,
+my lord's people coming out to receive them, it seemed natural to ask
+the Duke of Devonshire to enter; but my lord, instead, begged the Duke
+to drive him round and round a while; and when they were again
+started, &quot;I have not been well lately,&quot; he said--which was true, more
+than one having commented on it at the Council Table--&quot;and I wished to
+tell you, that I fear I shall find it necessary to go into the country
+for a time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To Roehampton?&quot; said his companion, after a word or two of regret.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, to Eyford.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">For a moment his Grace of Devonshire was silent; and my lord without
+looking at him had the idea that he was startled. At length as the
+coach went by London House, &quot;I would not do that--just at this time,&quot;
+he said, quietly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why not?&quot; asked my lord.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because--well, for one thing, the King's service may suffer.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That is not your reason!&quot; quoth my lord, stubbornly. &quot;You are
+thinking of the Fenwick matter.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Again the other Duke delayed his answer: but when he spoke his voice
+was both kind and earnest. &quot;Frankly, I am,&quot; he said. &quot;If you know so
+much, Duke, you know that it would have an ill-appearance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How?&quot; said my lord. &quot;Let me tell you that all Sir John knows or can
+know, the King knows--and has known for some time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This time there was no doubt that the Lord Steward was startled. &quot;You
+cannot mean it, Duke,&quot; he said, in a constrained voice, and with a
+gesture of reproach. &quot;You cannot mean that it was with his Majesty's
+knowledge you had a meeting with Sir John, he being outlawed at the
+time and under ban? That were to make His Majesty at best an abettor
+of treason; and at worst a viler thing! For to incite to treason and
+then to persecute the traitor--but it is impossible!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I have not the least notion what your Grace means,&quot; my lord said, in
+a freezing tone. &quot;What is this folly about a meeting with Sir John?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke of Devonshire was as proud as my patron; and nothing in the
+great mansion which he was then building in the wilds of the
+Derbyshire Peak was likely to cause the gaping peasants more
+astonishment than he felt at this setback. &quot;I don't understand your
+Grace,&quot; he said, at last, in a tone of marked offence.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor I you,&quot; my lord answered, thoroughly roused.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am afraid--I have said too much,&quot; said the other, stiffly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Or too little,&quot; my lord retorted. &quot;You must go on now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Must? Must?&quot; quoth the Duke, whose high spirit had ten years before
+led him to strike a blow that came near to costing him his estate.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, must--in justice,&quot; said my lord. &quot;In justice to me as well as to
+others.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">After a brief pause, &quot;That is another thing,&quot; answered the Lord
+Steward civilly. &quot;But--is it possible, Duke, that you know so much,
+and do not know that Sir John asserts that you met him at Ashford two
+days only before his capture, and entrusted him with a ring and a
+message--both for St. Germain's?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;At Ashford?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;This is sheer madness,&quot; my lord cried, holding his hand to his head.
+&quot;Are you mad, Devonshire, or am I?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Whether the Duke, having heard Sir John's story and marked his manner
+of telling it, had prejudged the cause, or thought that my lord
+over-acted surprise, he did not immediately answer; and when he did
+speak, his tone was dry, though courteous. &quot;Well, of course--it may be
+Sir John who is mad,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;D----n Sir John,&quot; my lord answered, sitting up in the coach and
+fairly facing his companion. &quot;You do not mean to tell me that you
+believe this story of a cock and a bull, and a--a----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A ring,&quot; said the Duke of Devonshire, quietly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, Duke, it is this way,&quot; the Lord Steward replied. &quot;Sir John has
+something to say about three others. Lord Marlborough, Ned Russell,
+and Godolphin. And what he says about them I know in the main to be
+true. Therefore----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You infer that he is telling the truth about me?&quot; cried my lord,
+fuming, yet covering his rage with a decent appearance since a hundred
+eyes were on them as they drove slowly round in the glass coach.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Not altogether. There are other things.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What other things?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The talk there was about your Grace and Middleton at the time of your
+resignation.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord groaned. &quot;All the world knows that, it seems,&quot; he said. &quot;And
+should know that I have never denied it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;True.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But this! It is the most absurd, the most ridiculous, the most
+fantastical story! How could I go out of town for twenty-four hours,
+and the fact not be known to half London? Let Sir John name the day.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He has,&quot; the other Duke answered. &quot;He lays it on the tenth of June.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There was a Land Bank meeting of the Council on that day. But your
+Grace did not attend it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p366"><img src="images/p366.png" alt="p366"></a><br>
+HE SHUT HIMSELF IN WITH HIS TROUBLE</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No? No, I remember I did not. It was the day my mother was taken ill.
+She sent for me, and I lay at her house that night and the next.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His Grace of Devonshire coughed. &quot;That is unfortunate,&quot; he said, and
+leaned forward to bow to the Bishop of London, whose chariot had just
+entered the Square.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why?&quot; said my lord, ready to take offence at anything.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Because, though I do not doubt your word, the world will require
+witnesses. And Lady Shrewsbury's household is suspect. Her Jacobite
+leanings are known, and her people's evidence would go for little.
+That that should be the day--but there, there, your Grace must take
+courage,&quot; the Duke continued kindly. &quot;All that the party can do will
+be done. Within the week Lord Portland will be here bringing his
+Majesty's commands, and we shall then know what he proposes to do
+about it. If I know the King, and I think I do----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But the picture which these words suggested to my lord's mind was too
+much for his equanimity. To know for certain that the King, who had
+extended indulgence to him once, was in possession of this new
+accusation, and perhaps believed it, that was bad enough. But to hear
+that Portland also was in the secret, and grim, faithful Dutchman as
+he was, might presently, in support of the low opinion of English
+fidelity which he held, quote him, the first Minister of England, was
+too much! In a hoarse voice he cut the Duke short, asking to be set
+down before they quarrelled; and his Grace, hastening with a hurried
+word of sympathy to comply, my lord stepped out, and looking neither
+to right nor left, passed into the house, and to the library, where,
+locking the door, he shut himself in with his trouble.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_42" href="#div1Ref_42">CHAPTER XLII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">I have commonly reckoned it among my lord's greatest misfortunes that
+in a crisis of his affairs which demanded all the assistance that
+friendship, the closest and most intimate could afford, he had neither
+wife nor child to whom he could turn, and from whom, without loss of
+dignity, he might receive comfort and support. He was a solitary man;
+separated from such near relations as he had, by differences as well
+religious as political, and from the world at large by the grandeur of
+a position which imposed burdens as onerous as the privileges it
+conferred were rare.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">To a melancholy habit, which some attributed to the sad circumstances
+attendant on his father's death, and others to the change of faith,
+which he had been induced to make on reaching manhood, he added a
+natural shyness and reserve, qualities which, ordinarily veiled from
+observation by manners and an address the most charming and easy in
+the world, were none the less obstacles, where friendship was in
+question. Not that of friendship there was much among the political
+men of that day, the perils and uncertainties of the time inculcated a
+distrust, which was only overcome where blood or marriage cemented the
+tie--as in the case of Lords Sunderland, Godolphin, and Marlborough,
+and again of the Russells and Cavendishes. But, be that as it may, my
+lord stood outside these bonds, and enjoyed and rued a splendid
+isolation. As if already selected by fortune for that strange
+combination of great posts with personal loneliness, which was to be
+more strikingly exhibited in the death-chamber of her late Majesty
+Queen Anne, he lived, whether in his grand house in St. James's
+Square, or at Eyford among the Gloucestershire Wolds, as much apart as
+any man in London or in England.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Withal, I know, men called him the King of Hearts. But the popularity,
+of which that title seemed the sign and seal, was factitious and
+unreal; born, while they talked with him, of his spontaneous kindness
+and boundless address; doomed to perish an hour later, of spite and
+envy, or of sheer inanition. Since the Duke was sensitive, over-proud
+for intimacy, flattered no man, and gave no man confidences.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Such an one bade fair, when in trouble, to eat out his heart. Prone to
+fancy all men's hands against him, he doubled the shame and outdid the
+most scandalous. So far, indeed, was he from deriving comfort from
+things that would have restored such men as my Lord Marlborough to
+perfect self-respect and composure, that I believe, and in fine had it
+from himself, that the letter which the King wrote to him from Loo
+(and which came to his hands through Lord Portland's, three days after
+the interview with his Grace of Devonshire) pained him more sensibly
+than all that had gone before.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You may judge of my astonishment,&quot; His Majesty wrote, &quot;at his
+effrontery in accusing you. You are, I trust, too fully convinced of
+the entire confidence which I place in you to think that such stories
+can make any impression on me. You will observe this honest man's
+sincerity, who only accuses those in my service, and not one of his
+own party.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It will be understood that that in His Majesty's letter which touched
+my lord home was less the magnanimity displayed in it than the
+remembrance that once before the Sovereign had dealt with the subject
+in the same spirit, and that now the world must know this. Of the
+immediate accusation, with all its details of time and circumstance,
+he thought little, believing, not only that the truth must quickly
+sweep it away, but that in the meantime few would be found so
+credulous as to put faith in it. But he saw with painful clearness
+that the charge would rub the old sore and gall the old raw; and he
+winced, seated alone in his library in the silence of the house, as if
+the iron already seared the living flesh. With throes of shame he
+foresaw what staunch Whigs, such as Somers and Wharton, would say of
+him; what the <i>Postboy</i> and the <i>Courant</i> would print of him; what the
+rank and file of the party--exposed to no danger in the event of a
+Restoration, and consequently to few temptations to make their peace
+abroad--would think of their trusted leader, when they learned the
+truth.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On Marlborough and Russell, Godolphin and Sunderland, the breath of
+suspicion had blown: on him never, and he had held his head high. How
+could he meet them now? How could he face them? Nay, if that were all,
+how, he asked himself, could he face the honest Nonjuror? Or the
+honest Jacobite? Or the honest Tory? He, who had taken the oaths to
+the new government and broken them, who had set up the new government
+and deceived it, who had dubbed himself patriot--<i>cui bono?</i> Presently
+brooding over it, he came to think that there was but one man in
+England, <i>turpissimus</i>; that it would be better in the day of
+reckoning for the meanest carted pickpocket, whose sentence came
+before him for revision, than for the King's Secretary in his garter
+and robes!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor, if he had known all that was passing, and all that was being
+said, among those with whom his fancy painfully busied itself, would
+he have been the happier. For Sir John's statement got abroad with
+marvellous quickness. Before Lord Portland arrived from Holland the
+details were whispered in every tavern and coffee-house within the
+Bills. The Tories and Jacobites, aiming above everything at finding a
+counterblast to the Assassination Plot, the discovery of which had so
+completely sapped their credit with the nation, pounced on the scandal
+with ghoulish avidity, and repeated and exaggerated it on every
+occasion. Every Jacobite house of call, from the notorious Dog in
+Drury Lane, the haunt of mumpers and foot-pads, to the Chocolate House
+in St. James's rang with it. For Sir John, all (they said among
+themselves) that they had expected of him was surpassed by this. He
+was extolled to the skies alike for what he had done and for what he
+had not done; and as much for the wit that had confounded his enemies
+as for the courage that had protected his friends. For what Jacobite,
+seeing the enemy hoist with his own petard could avoid a snigger? Or
+hear the word Informer without swearing that Sir John was the most
+honest man who ever signed his name to a deposition.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Whigs on the other hand, exasperated by an attack as subtle as it
+was unforeseen, denied the charges with a passion and fury that of
+themselves betrayed apprehension. Here, they said, was another Taafe;
+suborned by the same gang and the same vile machinations that had
+brought about the Lancashire failure, and hounded Trenchard to his
+death. Not content with threatening Sir John with the last penalties
+of treason and felony, and filling the Rose Tavern with protestations,
+which admitted the weight while they denied the truth of the charges
+brought against their leaders, the party called aloud for meetings,
+enquiries, and prosecutions; to which the leaders soon found
+themselves pledged, whether they would or no.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord out of sensitiveness, or that over-appreciation of what was
+due to himself and others which in a degree unfitted him for public
+life, had a week before this, pleading indisposition, begun to keep
+the house; and to all requests proffered by his colleagues that he
+would take part in their deliberations, returned a steadfast negative.
+This notwithstanding, everything that was done was communicated to
+him; and announcements of the meetings, which it was now proposed to
+hold--one at Lord Somers' in Lincoln's Inn Fields, and the other at
+Admiral Russell's--would doubtless have been made to him within the
+hour. As it chanced, however, he received the news from another
+source. On the day of the decision, as he sat alone, dwelling gloomily
+on the past, the Square was roused at the quietest time of the
+forenoon by an arrival. With a huge chitter, the Countess's glass
+chariot, with its outriders, running footmen, and lolling
+waiting-women, rolled up to the door; and in a moment my lady was
+announced.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It is probable that there was no one whom he had less wish to see. But
+he could not deny himself to her; and he rose with an involuntary
+groan. The Countess on her side was in no better temper, as her first
+words indicated. &quot;My life, my lord, what is this I hear,&quot; she cried
+roundly, as soon as the door closed upon her. &quot;That you are lying down
+to be trodden on! And cannot do this, and will not do that, but pule
+and cry at home while they spin a rope for you! Sakes, man, play the
+one side, play the other side--which you please! But play it! play
+it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord, chagrined as much by the intrusion as by the reproach,
+answered her with more spirit than he was wont to use to her. &quot;I
+thought, Madam,&quot; he answered sharply, &quot;that the one thing you desired
+was my withdrawal from public life?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but not after this fashion!&quot; she retorted, striking her ebony
+cane on the floor and staring at him, her reddled face and huge curled
+wig trembling. &quot;If all I hear be true--and I hear that they are going
+to hold two inquests on you--and you continue to sit here, it will be
+a fine withdrawal! You will be doomed by James and blocked by William,
+and that d----d rogue John Churchill will wear your clothes!
+Withdrawal say you? No, if you had withdrawn six months ago when I
+bade you, you would have gone and been thanked. But now, the fat is in
+the fire, and, wanting courage, you'll frizzle, my lad.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And whom have I to thank for that, Madam?&quot; he asked, with bitterness.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Why, yourself, booby!&quot; she cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, Madam, your friends!&quot; he replied--which was so true and hit the
+mark so exactly that my lady looked rather foolish for a moment.
+Without noticing the change, however, &quot;Your friends. Madam,&quot; he
+continued, &quot;Lord Middleton and Sir John Fenwick, and Montgomery, and
+the rest, whom you have never ceased pressing me to join! Who unable
+to win me will now ruin me. But you are right, Madam. I see, for
+myself now, that it is not possible to play against them with clean
+hands, and therefore I leave the game to them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Pack of rubbish!&quot; she cried.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It is not rubbish. Madam, as you will find,&quot; he answered coldly. &quot;You
+say they will hold two inquests on me? There will be no need. Within
+the week my resignation of all my posts will be in the King's hands.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I, Madam, shall be on my way to Eyford.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Now there is nothing more certain than that for a year past the
+Countess had strained every nerve to detach the Duke from the
+Government, with a view to his reconciliation with King James and St.
+Germain's. But, having her full share of a mother's pride, she was as
+far from wishing to see him retire after this fashion as if she had
+never conceived the notion. And to this the asperity of her answer
+bore witness. &quot;To Eyford?&quot; she cried, shrilly. &quot;More like to Tower
+Hill! Or the Three Trees and a thirteenha'penny fee--for that is your
+measure! God, my lad, you make me sick! You make me sick!&quot; she
+continued, her wrinkled old face distorted by the violence of her
+rage, and her cane going tap-a-tap in her half-palsied hand. &quot;That a
+son of mine should lack the spirit to turn on these pettifoggers!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your friends, Madam,&quot; he said remorselessly.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;These perts and start-ups! But you are mad, man! You are mad,&quot; she
+continued. &quot;Mad as King Jamie was when he fled the country--and who
+more glad than the Dutchman! And as it was with him so it will be with
+you. They will strip you, Charles. They will strip you bare as you
+were born! And the end will be, you'll lie with Ailesbury in the
+Tower, or bed with Tony Hamilton in a garret--<i>là bas!</i>&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which is precisely the course to which you have been pressing me,&quot; he
+replied with something of a sneer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, with a full purse!&quot; she screamed. &quot;With a full purse, fool! With
+Eyford and fifty thousand guineas, my lad! But go, a beggar, as you'll
+go, and it is welcome you'll be--to the doorkey and the kennel, or
+like enough to King Louis' Bastile! Tell me, man, that this is all
+nonsense! That you'll show your face to your enemies, go abroad and be
+King again!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord answered gravely that his mind was quite made up.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To go?&quot; she gasped. &quot;To go to Eyford?&quot; And raising her stick in her
+shaking hand, she made a gesture so menacing that, fearing she would
+strike him, my lord stepped back.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nevertheless, he answered her firmly. &quot;Yes, to Eyford. My letter to
+the King is already written.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Then that for you, and your King!&quot; she shrieked; and in an excess of
+uncontrolled passion, she whirled her stick round and brought it down
+on a stand of priceless Venice crystal which stood beside her; being
+the same that Seigniors Soranzo and Venier had presented to the Duke
+in requital of the noble entertainment which my lord had given to the
+Venetian Ambassadors, the April preceding. The blow shivered the
+vases, which fell in a score of fragments to the floor; but not
+content with the ruin she had accomplished, the Countess struck
+fiercely again and again. &quot;There's for you, you poor speechless fool!&quot;
+she continued. &quot;That a son of mine should lie down to his enemies!
+There was never Brudenel did it. But your father, he too was a----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Madam!&quot; he said, taking her up grimly. &quot;I will not hear you on that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but you shall hear me!&quot; she screamed, and yet more soberly. &quot;He,
+too, was a----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Silence!&quot; he said; and this time, low as his voice rang, ay, and
+though it trembled, it stilled her. &quot;Silence, Madam,&quot; he repeated, &quot;or
+you do that, which neither the wrong you wrought so many years ago to
+him you miscall, nor those things common fame still tells of you, nor
+differences of creed, nor differences of party, have prevailed to
+effect. Say more of him,&quot; he continued, &quot;and we do not meet again, my
+lady. For I have this at least from you--that I do not easily
+forgive.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She glared at him a moment, rage, alarm, and vexation, all distorting
+her face. Then, &quot;The door!&quot; she hissed. &quot;The door, boor! You are still
+my son, and if you will not obey me, shall respect me. Take me out,
+and if ever I enter your house again----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She did not complete the sentence, but lapsed into noddings and
+mowings and mutterings, her fierce black eyes flickering vengeance to
+come. However, my lord paid no heed to that, but glad, doubtless, to
+be rid of her visit even at the cost of his Venetian, offered her his
+arm in silence and led her into the hall and to her chariot.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">She could not avenge herself on him; and it might be, she would not if
+she could. But there was one on whom her passion alighted, who with
+all her cunning little expected the impending storm. The most astute
+are sometimes found napping. And the smoothest pad-nag will plunge.
+Whether the favourite waiting-woman had overstepped her authority of
+late, presuming on a senility, which existed indeed, but neither
+absolutely blinded my lady nor was to be depended on in face of gusts
+of passion such as this; whether this was the case, I say, or
+Monterey, rendered incautious by success, was unfortunate enough to
+betray her triumph, by some look of spite and malice during the drive
+home, it is certain that at the door the storm broke. Without the
+least warning the Countess, after using her arm to descend, turned on
+her, a very Bess of Bedlam.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you, you grinning ape!&quot; she cried, &quot;you come no farther! This is
+no home of yours; begone, or I will have you whipped! You don't go
+into my house again!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The astonished woman, taken utterly aback, and not in the least
+understanding, began to remonstrate. Her first thought was that the
+Countess was ill. &quot;Your ladyship--is not well?&quot; she cried, with
+solicitude veiling her alarm. &quot;You cannot mean----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, but I can! I can!&quot; the old lady answered, mocking her. &quot;You have
+done mischief enow, and do no more here! Where is that man of yours,
+who went, and never came back, and nought but excuses? And now this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Oh, my lady, what ails you?&quot; the waiting-woman cried. &quot;What does this
+mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You know!&quot; said my lady with an oath. &quot;So begone about your business,
+and don't let me see your face again or it will be the worse for you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Disarmed of her usual address by the suddenness of the attack, the
+Monterey began to whimper; and again asked how she had offended her
+and what she had done to deserve this. &quot;I, who have served you so
+long, and so faithfully?&quot; she cried. &quot;What have I done to earn this?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;God and you know--better than I do!&quot; was the fierce answer. And then,
+&quot;Williams,&quot; the Countess cried to her major-domo, who, with the
+lacqueys and grooms, was standing by, enjoying the fall of the
+favourite--&quot;see that that drab does not cross my threshold again; or
+you go, do you hear? Ay, mistress, you would poison me if you could!&quot;
+the old lady went on, gibing, and pointing with her stick at the face,
+green with venom and spite, that betrayed the baffled woman's
+feelings. &quot;Look at her! Look at her! There is Madame Voisin for you!
+There is Madame Turner! She would poison you all if she could. But you
+should have done it yesterday, you slut! You will not have the chance
+now. Put her rags out here--here on the road; and do you, Williams,
+send her packing, and see she takes naught of mine, not a pinner or a
+sleeve, or she goes to Paddington fair for it! Ay, you drab,&quot; my lady
+continued, with cruel exultation, &quot;I'll see you beat hemp yet! and
+your shoulders smarting!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May God forgive you!&quot; cried the waiting-woman, fighting with her
+rage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He may or He may not!&quot; said the dreadful old lady, coolly turning to
+go in. &quot;Anyway, your score won't stand for much in the sum, my girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And not until the Countess had gone in and Madame Monterey saw before
+her the grinning faces of the servants, as they stood to bar the way,
+did she thoroughly take in what had happened to her, or the utter ruin
+of all her prospects which this meant. Then, choking with passion,
+rage, despair, &quot;Let me pass,&quot; she cried, advancing and trying
+frantically to push her way through them. &quot;Let me pass, you boobies.
+Do you hear? How dare----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Against orders, Madame Voisin!&quot; said the majordomo with a hoarse
+laugh; and he thrust her back. And when, maddened by the touch, and
+defeat, she flung herself on him in a frenzy, one of the lacqueys
+caught her round the waist lifting her off her legs, carried her out
+screaming and scratching, and set her down in the road amid the
+laughter of his companions.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;There,&quot; he said, &quot;and next time better manners, mistress, or I'll
+drop you in the horse pond. You are not young enough, nor tender
+enough for these airs! Ten years ago you might have scratched all you
+pleased!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Strike you dead!&quot; she cried, &quot;my husband--my husband shall kill you
+all! Ay, he shall!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;When he gets out of the Gatehouse, we will talk, mistress,&quot; the man
+answered. &quot;But he's there, and you know it!&quot;</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_43" href="#div1Ref_43">CHAPTER XLIII</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord persisted in his design of retiring to Eyford; nor could all
+the persuasions of his friends, and of some who were less his friends
+than their own, induce him to attend either the meeting of the party
+at Admiral Russell's, or that which was held in Lincoln's Inn Fields;
+a thing which I take to be in itself a refutation of the statement,
+sometimes heard in his disparagement, that he lacked strength. For it
+is on record that his Grace of Marlborough, in the great war, where he
+had in a manner to contend with Emperors and Princes, held all
+together by his firmness and conduct; yet he failed with my lord,
+though he tried hard, pleading as some thought in his own cause. To
+his arguments and those of Admiral Russell and Lord Godolphin, the
+hearty support of the party was not lacking, if it could have availed.
+But as a fact, it went into the other scale, since in proportion as
+his followers proclaimed their faith in my lord's innocence, and
+denounced his accusers, he felt shame for the old folly and
+inconsistency, that known by some, and suspected by more, must now be
+proclaimed to the world. It was this which for a time paralysed the
+vigour and intellect that at two great crises saved the Protestant
+Party; and this, which finally determined him to leave London.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was not known, when he started, that horse-patrols had been ordered
+to the Kent and Essex roads in expectation of His Majesty's immediate
+crossing. Nor is it likely that the fact would have swayed him had he
+known it, since it was not upon His Majesty's indulgence--of which,
+indeed, he was assured--or disfavour, that he was depending; my lord
+being moved rather by considerations in his own mind. But at
+Maidenhead, where he lay the first night, Mr. Vernon overtook
+him--coming up with him as he prepared to start in the morning--and
+gave him news which presently altered his mind. Not only was His
+Majesty hourly expected at Kensington, where his apartments were being
+hastily prepared, but he had expressed his intention of seeing Fenwick
+at once, and sifting him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nor is that all,&quot; Mr. Vernon continued. &quot;I have reason to think that
+your Grace is under a complete misapprehension as to the character of
+the charges that are being made.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What matter what the charges are?&quot; my lord replied wearily, leaning
+back in his coach. For he had insisted on starting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It does matter very much--saving your presence, Duke,&quot; Mr. Vernon
+answered bluntly; a sober and downright gentleman, whose
+after-succession to the Seals, though thought at the time to be an
+excessive elevation, and of the most sudden, was fully justified by
+his honourable career. &quot;Pardon me, I must speak, I have been swayed
+too long by your Grace's extreme dislike of the topic.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Which continues,&quot; my lord said drily.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I care not a jot if it does!&quot; Mr. Vernon cried impetuously, and then
+met the Duke's look of surprise and anger with, &quot;Your Grace forgets
+that it is treason is in question! High Treason, not in the clouds and
+<i>in pr&#339;terito</i>, but <i>in pr&#339;senti</i> and in Kent! High Treason in
+aiding and abetting Sir John Fenwick, an outlawed traitor, and by his
+mouth and hand communicating with and encouraging the King's enemies.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You are beside the mark, sir,&quot; my lord answered, in a tone of
+freezing displeasure. &quot;That has nothing to do with it. It is a foolish
+tale which will not stand a minute. No man believes it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;May be! But by G----d! two men will prove it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Two men?&quot; quoth my lord, his ear caught by that.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, two men! And two men are enough, in treason.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord stared hard before him. &quot;Who is the second?&quot; he said at last.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A dubious fellow, yet good enough for the purpose,&quot; the
+Under-Secretary answered, overjoyed that he had at last got a hearing.
+&quot;A man named Matthew Smith, long suspected of Jacobite practices, and
+arrested with the others at the time of the late conspiracy, but
+released, as he says----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Corruptly,&quot; quoth the Under-Secretary coolly, and laid his hand on
+the check-string.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord sprang in his seat. &quot;What?&quot; he cried; and uttered an oath, a
+thing to which he rarely condescended. Then, &quot;It is true I know the
+man----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is in the Countess's service.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In her husband's. And he was brought before me. But the warrant was
+against one John Smith--or William Smith, I forget which--and I knew
+this man to be Matthew Smith; and the messenger himself avowing a
+mistake, I released the man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Of course,&quot; said Mr. Vernon, nodding impatiently. &quot;Of course, but
+that, your Grace, is not the gravamen. It is a more serious matter
+that he alleges that he accompanied you to Ashford, that you there in
+his presence saw Sir John Fenwick, that you gave Sir John a ring--and,
+in a word, he confirms Sir John's statement in all points. And there
+being now two witnesses, the matter becomes grave. Shall I stop the
+coach?&quot; And he made again as if he would twitch the cord.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke, wearing a very sober face--yet one wherein the light of
+conflict began to flicker--drummed softly on the glass with his
+fingers. &quot;How do you come by his evidence?&quot; he said at last. &quot;Has Sir
+John approved against him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, but Sir John sent for him the morning he saw Devonshire for the
+second time, and I suppose threatened him, for the fellow went to
+Trumball and said that he had evidence to give touching Sir John, if
+he could have His Majesty's word he should not suffer. It was given
+him, more or less; and he confirmed Sir John's tale <i>totidem verbis</i>.
+They have had him in the Gatehouse these ten days, it seems, on
+Trumball's warrant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke drew a deep breath. &quot;Mr. Vernon, I am much obliged to you,&quot;
+he said. &quot;You have played the friend in my teeth. I see that I have
+treated this matter too lightly. Sir John, unhappy as he is in some of
+his notions, is a gentleman, and I was wrong to think that he would
+accuse me out of pure malice and without grounds. There is some ill
+practice here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Devilish ill,&quot; Mr. Vernon answered, scarce able to conceal his
+delight.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Some plot.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay, plot within plot!&quot; cried the Under-Secretary, chuckling. &quot;Shall I
+pull the string?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke hesitated, his face plainly showing the conflict that was
+passing in his mind. Then, &quot;If you please,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And so there the coach came to a standstill, as I have often heard, on
+an old brick bridge short of Nettlebed, near the coming into the
+village from Maidenhead. One of the outriders, spurring to the
+carriage window for orders, my lord cried &quot;Turn! Maidenhead!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, London,&quot; said Mr. Vernon firmly. &quot;And one of you,&quot; he continued,
+&quot;gallop forward, and have horses ready at the first change house. And
+so to the next.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke, his head in a whirl with what he had heard, pushed
+resistance no farther, but letting the reins fall from his hands,
+consented to be led by his companion. In deference to his wishes,
+however--not less than to his health, which the events of the last few
+weeks had seriously shaken--it was determined to conceal his return to
+town; the rather as the report of his absence might encourage his
+opponents, and lead them to show their hands more clearly. Hence, in
+the common histories of the day, and even in works so learned and
+generally well-informed as the Bishop of Salisbury's and Mr. ----'s,
+it is said and asserted that the Duke of Shrewsbury retired to his
+seat in Gloucestershire before the King's return, and remained there
+in seclusion until his final resignation of the Seals. It is probable
+that by using Mr. Vernon's house in place of his own, and by his
+extreme avoidance of publicity while he lay in town, my lord had
+himself to thank for this statement; but that in making it these
+writers, including the learned Bishop, are wanting in accuracy, the
+details I am to present will clearly show.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suffice it that entering London late that night, my lord drove to Mr.
+Vernon's, who, going next morning to the office, presently returned
+with the news that the King had ridden in from Margate after dining at
+Sittingbourne, and would give an audience to Sir John on the following
+day. But, as these tidings did no more than fulfil the expectation,
+and scarcely accounted for the air of briskness and satisfaction which
+marked the burly and honest gentleman, it is to be supposed that he
+did not tell the Duke all he had learned. And, indeed, I know this to
+be so.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_44" href="#div1Ref_44">CHAPTER XLIV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">About ten on the morning of the 3rd of November of that year eight
+gentlemen of the first rank in England were assembled in the gallery
+at Kensington, awaiting a summons to the King's closet. With the
+exception of Lord Godolphin, who had resigned his office three days
+earlier, all belonged to the party in power, notwithstanding which, a
+curious observer might have detected in their manner and intercourse
+an air of reserve and constraint, unusual among men at once so highly
+placed, and of the same opinions. A little thought, however, and a
+knowledge of the business which brought them together, would have
+explained the cause of this.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">While the Duke of Devonshire, the Marquis of Dorset, and Lord Portland
+formed a group apart, it was to be noticed that Lords Marlborough and
+Godolphin and Admiral Russell, who seemed to fall naturally into a
+second group--and though the movements of the company constantly left
+them together--never suffered this arrangement to last; but either
+effected a temporary change, by accosting the Lord Keeper or Mr.
+Secretary Trumball, or through the medium of Sir Edward Russell's loud
+voice and boisterous manners, wrought a momentary fusion of the
+company.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;By the Eternal, I am the most unlucky fellow,&quot; the Admiral cried,
+addressing the whole company, on one of these occasions. &quot;If Sir John
+had lied about me only, I should have given it him back in his teeth,
+and so fair and square; it is a poor cook does not know his own batch.
+But because he drags in the Duke, and the Duke chooses to get the
+fantods, and shirks him, I stand the worse!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir Edward,&quot; said Lord Dorset, speaking gravely and in a tone of
+rebuke, &quot;No one supposes that the Duke of Shrewsbury is aught but ill.
+And, allow me to say that under the circumstances you are unwise to
+put it on him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;But d----n me, he has no right to be ill!&quot; cried the seaman, whose
+turbulent spirit was not easily put down. &quot;If he were here, I would
+say the same to his face. And that is flat!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He was proceeding with more, but at that moment the door of the Royal
+closet was thrown open, and a gentleman usher appeared, inviting them
+to enter. &quot;My lords and gentlemen,&quot; he said, &quot;His Majesty desires you
+to be seated, as at the Council. He will be presently here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The movement into the next room being made, the conversation took a
+lower tone, each speaking only to his neighbour; one, discussing the
+King's crossing and the speed of his new yacht, another the excellent
+health and spirits in which His Majesty had returned; until a door at
+the lower end of the room being opened, a murmur of voices, and stir
+of feet were heard, and after a moment's delay. Sir John Fenwick
+entered, a prisoner, and with a somewhat dazed air advanced to the
+foot of the table.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Lord Steward rose and gravely bowed to him; and this courtesy, in
+which he was followed by all except the Admiral, was returned by the
+prisoner.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John,&quot; said the Duke of Devonshire, &quot;the King will be presently
+here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I am obliged to your Grace,&quot; Fenwick answered, and stood waiting.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His gaunt form, clothed in black, his face always stern and now
+haggard, his eyes--in which pride and fanaticism, at one moment
+overcame and at another gave place to the look of a hunted
+beast--these things would have made him a pathetic figure at any time
+and under any circumstances. How much more when those who gazed on him
+knew that he stood on the brink of death! and knew, too, that within a
+few moments he must meet the prince who for years he had insulted and
+defied, and in whose hands his fate now lay!</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That some, less interested in the matter than others, harboured such
+thoughts, the looks of grave compassion which Lords Devonshire and
+Dorset cast on him seemed to prove. But their reflections--which,
+doubtless, carried them back to a time when the most brilliant and
+cynical of courtiers played the foremost part in the Whitehall of the
+Restoration--these, no less than the mutterings and restless movements
+of Russell, who, in his enemy's presence, could scarcely control
+himself, were cut short by the King's entrance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He came in unannounced, and very quietly, at a door behind the Lord
+Steward; and all rising to their feet, he bade them in a foreign
+accent, &quot;Good-day,&quot; adding immediately, &quot;Be seated, my lords. My Lord
+Steward, we will proceed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">His entrance and words, abrupt, if not awkward, lacked alike the grace
+which all remembered in Charles, and the gloomy majesty which the
+second James had at his command. And men felt the lack. Yet, as he
+took his stand, one hand lightly resting on the back of the Lord
+Steward's chair, the stooping sombre figure and sallow, withered face
+staring out of its great peruque, had a dignity of their own. For it
+could not be forgotten that he was that which no Stuart King of
+England had ever been--a soldier and a commander from boyhood, at home
+in all the camps of Flanders and the Rhine, familiar with every peril
+of battle and breach; at his ease anywhere, where other men blenched
+and drew back. And the knowledge that this was so invested him with a
+certain awe and grandeur even in the eyes of courtiers. On this day he
+wore a black suit, relieved only by the ribbon of the Garter; and as
+he stood he let his chin sink so low on his breast, that his eyes,
+which could on occasion shine with a keen and almost baleful light,
+were hidden.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Lord Steward, in obedience to his command, was about to address
+Sir John, when the King, with a brusqueness characteristic of him,
+intervened. &quot;Sir John,&quot; he said, in a harsh, dry voice, and speaking
+partly in French, partly in English, &quot;your papers are altogether
+unsatisfactory. Instead of giving us an account of the plots formed by
+you and your accomplices, plots of which all the details must be
+exactly known to you, you tell us stories without authority, without
+date, without place, about noblemen and gentlemen, with whom you do
+not pretend to have had any intercourse. In short, your confession
+appears to be a contrivance, intended to screen those who are really
+engaged in designs against us, and to make me suspect and discard
+those in whom I have good reason to place confidence. If you look for
+any favour from me, therefore, you will give me this moment, and on
+this spot, a full and straightforward account of what you know of your
+own knowledge. And--but do you tell him the rest, my lord.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John,&quot; said the Lord Steward in a tone serious and compassionate,
+&quot;His Majesty invites your confidence, and will for good reasons show
+you his favour. But you must deserve it. And it is his particular
+desire that you conclude nothing from the fact that you are admitted
+to see him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;On the contrary,&quot; said the King, dryly, &quot;I see you, sir, for the sake
+of my friends. If, therefore, you can substantiate the charges you
+have made, it behoves you to do it. Otherwise, to make a full and free
+confession of what you do know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir,&quot; said Sir John hoarsely, speaking for the first time, &quot;I stand
+here worse placed than any man ever was. For I am tried by those whom
+I accuse.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King slightly shrugged his shoulders. &quot;<i>Fallait penser là</i>, when
+you accused them,&quot; he muttered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir John cast a fierce despairing glance along the table, and seemed
+to control himself with difficulty. At length, &quot;I can substantiate
+nothing against three of those persons,&quot; he said; whereon some of
+those who listened breathed more freely.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And that is all, sir, that you have to say?&quot; said the King,
+ungraciously; and as if he desired only to cut short the scene.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;All,&quot; said Sir John firmly, &quot;against those three persons. But as to
+the fourth, the Duke of Shrewsbury, who is not here----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King could not suppress an exclamation of contempt. &quot;You may spare
+us that fable, sir,&quot; he said. &quot;It would not deceive a child, much less
+one who holds the Duke high in his esteem.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir John drew himself to his full height, and looked along the table,
+his gloomy eyes threatening. &quot;And yet that fable I can prove, sir,&quot; he
+said. &quot;That I can substantiate, sir. To that I have a witness, and a
+witness above suspicion! If I prove that, sir, shall I have your
+Majesty's favour?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Perfectly,&quot; said the King, shrugging his shoulders, amid a general
+thrill and movement; for though rumours had gone abroad, by no means
+the whole of Sir John's case was known, even to some at the table.
+&quot;Prove it! Prove that, sir, and not a hair of your head shall fall.
+You have my promise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">However, before Sir John could answer, Mr. Secretary Trumball rose in
+his place and intervened. &quot;I crave your indulgence, sir,&quot; he said,
+&quot;while, with your Majesty's permission, I call in the Duke of
+Shrewsbury, who is in waiting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;In waiting,&quot; said the King, in a voice of surprise; nor was the
+surprise confined to him. &quot;I thought that he was ill, Mr. Secretary.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He is so ill, sir, as to be very unfit to be abroad,&quot; the Secretary
+answered. &quot;Yet he came to be in readiness, if your Majesty needed him.
+Sir John Fenwick persisting, I ask your Majesty's indulgence while I
+fetch him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King nodded, but with a pinched and dissatisfied face; and Sir
+William retiring, in a moment returned with the Duke. At his entrance.
+His Majesty greeted him dryly, and with a hint of displeasure in his
+manner; thinking probably that this savoured too much of a <i>coup de
+theater</i>, a thing he hated. But seeing the next instant, and before
+the Secretary took his seat, how ill the Duke looked, his face
+betrayed signs of disturbance; after which, his eyelids drooping, it
+fell into the dull and Sphinx-like mould which it assumed when he did
+not wish his thoughts to be read by those about him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That the Duke's pallor and wretched appearance gave rise to suspicion
+in other minds is equally certain; the more hardy of those present,
+such as my Lord Marlborough and the Admiral, being aware that nothing
+short of guilt, and the immediate prospect of detection, could so
+change themselves. And while some felt a kind of admiration, as they
+conned and measured the stupendous edifice of skilful deceit, which my
+lord had so long and perfectly concealed behind a front of brass, as
+to take in all the world, others were already busied with the effect
+it would have on the party, and how this might be softened, and that
+explained, and in a word another man substituted with as little shock
+as possible for this man. Nor were these emotions at all weakened when
+my lord, after saluting the King, took his seat, without speaking or
+meeting the general gaze.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Now, sir,&quot; said the King impatiently, when all was quiet again, &quot;the
+Duke is here. Proceed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I will,&quot; Sir John answered with greater hardiness than he had yet
+used, &quot;I have simply to repeat to his face what I have said behind his
+back: that on the 10th of last June, in the evening, he met me at
+Ashford, in Kent, and gave me a ring and a message, bidding me carry
+both with me to St. Germain's.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord looked slowly round the table; then at Sir John. And it
+startled some to see that he had compassion in his face.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir John,&quot; he said--after, as it seemed, weighing the words he was
+about to speak, &quot;you are in such a position, it were barbarous to
+insult you. But you must needs, as you have accused me before His
+Majesty and these gentlemen, hear me state, also before them, that
+there is not a word of truth in what you say.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir John stared at him and breathed hard. &quot;<i>Mon dieu!</i>&quot; he exclaimed
+at length. And his voice sounded sincere.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was not at Ashford on the 10th of June,&quot; the Duke continued with
+dignity, &quot;or on any day in that month. I never saw you there, and I
+gave you no ring.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&quot; Sir John muttered again; and, his gaze fallen, he seemed
+to be unable to take his eyes off the other.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Now it is certain that whatever the majority of those present thought
+of this--and the demeanour of the two men was so steadfast that even
+Lord Marlborough's acumen was at fault--the King's main anxiety was to
+be rid of the matter, and with some impatience he tried to put a stop
+to it at this point. &quot;Is it worth while to carry this farther, my
+lords?&quot; he said, fretfully. &quot;We know our friends. We know our enemies
+also. This is a story <i>pour rire</i>, and deserving only of contempt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">But Sir John at that cried out, protesting bitterly and fiercely,
+and recalling the King's promise, and the Duke being no less
+urgent--though as some thought a little unseasonably for his own
+interests--that the matter be sifted to the bottom, the King had no
+option but to let it go on. &quot;Very well,&quot; he said ungraciously, &quot;if he
+will have his witness let him.&quot; And then, with one of those spirits of
+peevishness, which stood in strange contrast with his wonted
+magnanimity, he added, to the Duke of Shrewsbury, &quot;It is your own
+choice, my lord. Don't blame me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The querulous words bore a meaning which all recognised; and some at
+the table started, and resumed the calculation how they should trim
+their sails in a certain event. But nothing ever became the Duke
+better than the manner in which he received that insinuation. &quot;Be it
+so, sir,&quot; he said with spirit, &quot;My choice and desire is that Sir John
+have as full a share of justice as I claim for myself, and as fair a
+hearing. Less than that were inconsistent with your Majesty's
+prerogative, and my honour.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King's only answer was a sulky and careless nod. On which Sir
+William Trumball, after whispering to the prisoner, went out, and
+after a brief delay, which seemed to many at the table long enough,
+returned with Matthew Smith.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_45" href="#div1Ref_45">CHAPTER XLV</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">That the villain expected nothing so little as to see the man he was
+preparing to ruin, I can well believe; and equally that the ordeal,
+sudden and unforeseen, tried even his iron composure. I have heard
+that after glancing once at the Duke he averted his eyes; and
+thenceforth looked and addressed himself entirely to the end of the
+table where the King stood. But, this apart, it could not be denied
+that he played his part to a marvel. Known to more than one as a
+ruffling blade about town, who had grown sober but not less dangerous
+with age and the change of times, he had still saved some rags and
+tatters of a gentleman's reputation; and he dressed himself
+accordingly, insomuch that, as he stood beside Sir John, his stern set
+face, and steadfast bearing, made an impression not unfavourable at
+the set out.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor when bidden by the King to speak and say what he knew, did he fall
+below the expectations which his appearance had created, though this
+was probably due in some measure to my lord's self-control, who
+neither by word nor sign betrayed the astonishment he felt, when a man
+to whom for years past he had only spoken casually, and once in six
+months as it were, proceeded to recount with the utmost fullness and
+particularity every detail of the journey, which, as he said, they two
+had taken together to Ashford. At what time they started, where they
+lay, by what road they travelled--at all Smith was pat. Nor did he
+stop there; but went on to relate with the same ease and exactness the
+heads of talk that had passed between Sir John and his companion at
+the inn.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor was it possible that a story so told, with minutiæ, with date, and
+place, and circumstances, should fall on ears totally deaf. The men
+who listened were statesmen, versed in deceptions and acquainted with
+affairs--men who knew Gates and had heard Dangerfield; yet, as they
+listened, they shut their eyes and reopened them, to assure themselves
+that this was not a dream! Before his appearance, even Lord Portland,
+whose distrust of English loyalty was notorious, had been inclined to
+ridicule Sir John's story as a desperate card played for life; and
+this, even in teeth of my lord's disorder, so incredible did it appear
+that one of the King's principal Ministers should stoop to a thing so
+foolish. Now, it was a sign pregnant of meaning that no one looked at
+his neighbour, but all gazed either at the witness or at the table
+before them. And some who knew my lord best, and had the most
+affection for him, felt the air heavy, and the stillness of the room
+oppressive.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Suddenly the current of the story was broken by the King's harsh
+accent, &quot;What was the date?&quot; he asked, &quot;on which you reached Ashford?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;The 10th of June, sir.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Where was the Duke on that day?&quot; William continued; and he turned to
+the Lord Steward. His tone and question, implying the most perfect
+contempt for the tale to which he was listening, to an extent broke
+the spell; and had the reply been satisfactory all would have been
+over. But the Duke of Devonshire, turning to my lord for the answer,
+got only that he lay those two nights at his mother's, in the suburbs;
+and thereon a blank look fell on more than one face. The King, indeed,
+sniffed and muttered, &quot;Then twenty witnesses can confute this!&quot; as if
+the answer satisfied, and was all he had expected; but that others
+were at gaze, and in doubt, was as noticeable, as that those who
+looked most solemn and thoughtful, were the three who had themselves
+stood in danger that day.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At a nod from the King, Smith resumed his tale; but in a moment he was
+pulled up short by Lord Dorset, who requested His Majesty's leave to
+put a question. Having got permission, &quot;How do you say that the
+Duke--came to take <i>you</i> with him?&quot; the Marquis asked sharply.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To take me, my lord?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Must I answer that question?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes,&quot; said Lord Dorset, with grave dignity.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Well, simply because I had been the medium of communication between
+his Grace and Sir John,&quot; Smith answered, dryly. &quot;Even as on former
+occasions I had acted as agent between his Grace and Lord Middleton.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">My lord started violently and half rose.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, as he fell back into his seat, &quot;That, sir, is the first word of
+truth this person has spoken,&quot; he said, with dignity. &quot;It is a fact
+that in the year '92 he twice brought me a note from Lord Middleton
+and arranged a meeting between us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Precisely,&quot; Smith answered with effrontery, &quot;as I arranged this
+meeting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On that for the first time my lord's self-control abandoned him. He
+started to his feet. &quot;You lie!&quot; he cried, vehemently. &quot;You lie in your
+teeth, you scoundrel! Sir--pardon me, but this is--this is too much! I
+cannot sit by and hear it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">By a gesture not lacking in kindness, the King bade him resume his
+seat. Then, &quot;<i>Peste!</i>&quot; he said, taking snuff with a droll expression
+of chagrin. &quot;Will anyone else ask a question. My Lord Dorset has not
+been fortunate. As the <i>Advocatus Diaboli</i>, perhaps, he may one day
+shine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If your Majesty pleases,&quot; Lord Marlborough said, &quot;I will ask one. But
+I will put it to Sir John, and he can answer it or not as he likes.
+How did you know. Sir John, that it was the Duke of Shrewsbury who met
+you at Ashford, and conferred with you there?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I knew the Duke,&quot; Sir John answered clearly. &quot;I had seen him often,
+and spoken with him occasionally.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How often had you spoken to him before this meeting?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Possibly on a dozen occasions.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;You had not had any long conversation with him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No; but I could not be mistaken. I know him,&quot; Sir John added, with a
+flash of bitter meaning, &quot;as well as I know you, Lord Marlborough!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;He gave his title?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, he did not,&quot; Sir John answered. &quot;He gave the name of Colonel
+Talbot.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Someone at the table--it was Lord Portland--drew his breath sharply
+through his teeth; nor could the impression made by a statement that
+at first blush seemed harmless, and even favourable to the Duke, be
+ignored or mistaken. Three out of four who sat there were aware that
+my lord had used that name in his wild and boyish days, when he would
+be <i>incognito</i>; and, moreover, the use of even that flimsy disguise
+cast a sort of decent probability over a story, which at its barest
+seemed credible. For the first time the balance of credit and
+probability swung against my lord; a fact subtly indicated by the
+silence which followed the statement and lasted a brief while; no one
+at the table speaking or volunteering a farther question. For the time
+Matthew Smith was forgotten--or the gleam of insolent triumph in his
+eye might have said somewhat. For the time Sir John took a lower seat.
+Men's minds were busy with the Duke, and the Duke only; busy with what
+the result would be to him, and to the party, were this proved; while
+most, perceiving dully and by instinct that they touched upon a great
+tragedy, shrank from the <i>dénouement</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At last, in the silence, the Duke rose; and swaying blindly on his
+feet, caught at the table to steady himself. For two nights he had not
+slept.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Duke,&quot; said the King suddenly, &quot;you had better speak sitting.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The words were meant in kindness, but they indicated a subtle change
+of attitude--they indicated that even the King now felt the need of
+explanation and a defence; and my lord, seeing this, and acknowledging
+the invitation to be seated only by a slight reverence, continued to
+stand, though the effort made his weakness evident. Yet when he had
+cleared his throat and spoke, his voice had the old ring of
+authority--with a touch of pathos added, as of a dying King from whose
+hand the sceptre was passing.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Sir,&quot; he said, &quot;the sins of Colonel Talbot were not few. But this, to
+which this fellow speaks, is not of the number. Nor have you, or my
+lords, to do with them. Doubtless, with my fellows, I shall have to
+give an account of them one day. But as to the present, and the Duke
+of Shrewsbury--with whom alone you have to deal--I will make a plain
+tale. This man has said that in '93 he was a go-between, for me and
+Lord Middleton. It is true; as you, sir, know, and my lords if they
+know it not already, must now know, to my shame. For the fact, Lord
+Middleton and I were relations, we met more than once at that time, we
+supped together before he went to France. I promised on my part to
+take care of his interests here, he in return offered to do me good
+offices there. As to the latter I told him I had offended too deeply
+to be forgiven; yet tacitly I left him to make my peace with the late
+King if he could. It was a folly and a poltroonery,&quot; the Duke
+continued, holding out his hands with a pathetic gesture. &quot;It was, my
+lords, to take a lower place than the meanest Nonjuror who honourably
+gives up his cure. I see that, my lords; and have known it, and it has
+weighed on me for years. And now I pay for it. But for this&quot;--and with
+the word my lord's voice grew full and round and he stood erect, one
+hand among the lace of his steinkirk tie and his eyes turned
+steadfastly on his accuser--&quot;for this which that man, presuming on an
+old fault and using his knowledge of it, would foist on me, I know
+nothing of it! I know nothing of it. It is some base and damnable
+practice. At this moment and here I cannot refute it; but at the
+proper time and in another place I shall refute it. And now and here I
+say that as to it, I am not guilty--on my honour!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">As the last word rang through the room he sat down, looking round him
+with a kind of vague defiance. There was a silence, broken presently
+by the Lord Steward, who rose, his voice and manner betraying no
+little emotion. &quot;His Grace is right, sir, I think,&quot; he said. &quot;I
+believe with him that this is some evil practice; but it is plain that
+it has gone so far that it cannot stop here. I would suggest therefore
+that if your Majesty sees fit----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">A knock at the door interrupted him, and he turned that way
+impatiently, and paused. The King, too, glanced round with a gesture
+of annoyance. &quot;See what it is,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir William Trumball rose and went; and after a brief conference,
+during which the lords at the table continued to cast impatient
+glances towards the door, he returned. &quot;If it please you, sir,&quot; he
+said, &quot;a witness desires to be heard.&quot; And with that his face
+expressed so much surprise that the King stared at him in wonder.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A witness?&quot; said the King, and pished and fidgeted in his chair.
+Then, &quot;This is not a Court of Justice,&quot; he continued, peevishly. &quot;We
+shall have all the world here presently. But--well, let him in.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir William obeyed, and went and returned under the eyes of the
+Council; nor will the reader who has perused with attention the
+earlier part of this history be greatly surprised to hear that when he
+returned, I, Richard Price, was with him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I am not going to dwell on the misery through which I had gone in
+anticipation of that appearance; the fears which I had been forced to
+combat, or the night watches, through which I had lain, sweating and
+awake. Suffice it that I stood there at last, seeing in a kind of maze
+the sober lights and dark rich colours of the room, and the faces at
+the table all turned towards me; and stood there, not in the humble
+guise befitting my station, but in velvet and ruffles, sword and
+peruke, the very double, as the mirror before which I had dressed had
+assured me, of my noble patron. This, at Mr. Vernon's suggestion and
+by his contrivance.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p397"><img src="images/p397.png" alt="p397"></a><br>
+... I STOOD THERE AT LAST ... THE FACES AT THE TABLE
+ALL TURNED TOWARDS ME....</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">While I had lived in my lord's house, and moved to and fro soberly
+garbed, in a big wig or my own hair, the likeness had been no more
+than ground for a nudge and a joke among the servants. Now, dressed
+once more, as Smith had dressed me, in a suit of the Duke's clothes,
+and one of his perukes, and trimmed and combed by one who knew him,
+the resemblance I presented was so remarkable that none of the lords
+at the table could be blind to it. One or two, in sheer wonder,
+exclaimed on it; while Sir John, who, poor gentleman, was more
+concerned than any, fairly gasped with dismay.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was left to the Duke of Devonshire to break the spell. &quot;What is
+this? Who is this?&quot; he said, in the utmost astonishment. &quot;What does it
+mean?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The King, who had noted on an occasion that very likeness, which all
+now saw, and was the first to read the riddle, laughed dryly. &quot;Two
+very common things, my lord,&quot; he said, &quot;a rogue and a fool. Speak,
+man,&quot; he continued, addressing me. &quot;You were in the Duke's household
+awhile ago? <i>n'est-ce pas ça?</i> I saw you here?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Majesty,&quot; I said, hardly keeping my fears within bounds.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you have been playing his part, I suppose? Eh? At--how do you
+call the place--Ashford?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Yes, your Majesty--under compulsion,&quot; I said, trembling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Ay! Compulsion of that good gentleman at the foot of the table, I
+suppose?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The words of assent were on my lips, when a cry, and an exceeding
+bitter cry, stayed their utterance. It came from Sir John. Dumbfounded
+for a time, between astonishment and suspicion, between wonder what
+this travesty was and wonder why it was assumed, he had at length
+discerned its full scope and meaning, and where it touched him. With a
+cry of rage he threw up his hands in protest against the fraud; then
+in a flash he turned on the villain by his side. &quot;You d----d
+scoundrel!&quot; he cried. &quot;You have destroyed me! You have murdered me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Before he could be held off, his fingers were in Smith's neckcloth,
+and clutching his throat; and so staunch was his hold that Admiral
+Russell and Sir William Trumball had to rise and drag him away by
+force. &quot;Easy, easy, Sir John,&quot; said the Admiral with rough sympathy.
+&quot;Be satisfied. He will get his deserts. Please God, if I had him on my
+ship an hour his back should be worse than Oates's ever was!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Sir John's rage and disappointment were painful to witness, and trying
+even to men of the world. But what shall I say of the fury of the man
+at bay, who denounced and convicted in his moment of triumph saw,
+white-faced, his long-spun web swept easily aside? Doubtless he knew,
+as soon as he saw me, that the game was lost, and could have slain me
+with a look. And most men would without more ado have been on their
+knees. But he possessed, God knows, a courage as rare and perfect as
+the cause in which he displayed it was vile and abominable; and in a
+twinkling he recovered himself, and was Matthew Smith once more. While
+the room rang with congratulations, questions, answers and
+exclamations, and I had much ado to answer one half of the noble lords
+who would examine me, his voice, raised and strident, was heard above
+the tumult.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Majesty is easily deceived!&quot; he cried, his very tone flouting
+the presence in which he stood; yet partly out of curiosity, partly in
+sheer astonishment at his audacity, they turned to listen. &quot;Do you
+think it is for nothing his Grace keeps a double in his house? Or that
+it boots much whether he or his Secretary went to meet Sir John? But
+enough! I have here! here,&quot; he continued, tapping his breast and
+throwing back his head, &quot;that, that shall out-face him; be he never so
+clever! Does his double write his hand too? Read that, sir. Read that,
+my lords, and say what you think of your Whig leader!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And with a reckless gesture, he flung a letter on the table. But the
+action and words were so lacking in respect for royal chambers that
+for a moment no one took it up, the English lords who sat within reach
+disdaining to touch it. Then Lord Portland made a long arm, and taking
+the paper with Dutch phlegm and deliberation opened it.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Have I your Majesty's leave?&quot; he said; and the King nodding
+peevishly, &quot;This is not his Grace's handwriting,&quot; the Dutch lord
+continued, pursing up his lips, and looking dubiously at the script
+before him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No, but it is his signature!&quot; Smith retorted, fiercely. And so set
+was he on this last card he was playing, that his eyes started from
+his head, and the veins rose thick on his hands where they clutched
+the table before him. &quot;It is his hand at foot. That I swear!&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Truly, my man, I think it is,&quot; Lord Portland answered, coolly. &quot;Shall
+I read the letter, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;What is it?&quot; asked the King, with irritation.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;It appears to be a letter to the Duke of Berwick, at the late Bishop
+of Chester's house in Hogsden Gardens, bidding him look to himself, as
+his lodging was known,&quot; Lord Portland answered, leisurely running his
+eye down the lines as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was wonderful to see what a sudden gravity fell on the faces at the
+table. This touched some home. This was a hundred times more likely as
+a charge than that which had fallen through. Could it be that after
+all the man had his Grace on the hip? Lord Marlborough showed his
+emotion by a face more than commonly serene; Admiral Russell by a
+sudden flush; Godolphin by the attention he paid to the table before
+him. Nor was Smith behindhand in noting the effect produced. For an
+instant he towered high, his stern face gleaming with malevolent
+triumph. He thought that the tables were turned.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then, &quot;In whose hand is the body of the paper?&quot; the King asked.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Your Majesty's,&quot; Lord Portland answered, with a grim chuckle, and
+after a pause long enough to accentuate the answer.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I thought so,&quot; said the King. &quot;It was the Friday the plot was
+discovered. I remember it. I am afraid that if you impeach the Duke,
+you must impeach me with him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">At that there was a great roar of laughter, which had not worn itself
+out before one and another began to press their congratulations on the
+Duke. He for his part sat as if stunned; answering with a forced smile
+where it was necessary, more often keeping silence. He had escaped the
+pit digged for him, and the net so skilfully laid. But his face
+betrayed no triumph.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Matthew Smith, on the other hand, brought up short by that answer,
+could not believe it. He stood awhile, like a man in a fit; then, the
+sweat standing on his brow, he cried that they were all leagued
+against him; that it was a plot; that it was not His Majesty's hand!
+and so on, and so on; with oaths and curses, and other things very
+unfit for His Majesty's ears, or the place in which he stood.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Under these circumstances, for a minute no one knew what to do, each
+looking at his neighbour, until the Lord Steward, rising from his
+chair, cried in a voice of thunder, &quot;Take that man away, Mr.
+Secretary, this is your business! Out with him, sir!&quot; On which Sir
+William called in the messengers, and they laid hands on him. By that
+time, however, he had recovered the will and grim composure which were
+the man's best characteristics; and with a last malign and despairing
+look at my lord, he suffered them to lead him out.</p>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<br>
+<h2><a name="div1_46" href="#div1Ref_46">CHAPTER XLVI</a></h2>
+<br>
+
+<p class="normal">That was a great day for my lord, but it was also, I truly believe,
+one of the saddest of a not unhappy life. He had gained the battle,
+but at a cost known only to himself, though guessed by some. The story
+of the old weakness had been told, as he had foreseen it must be told;
+and even while his friends pressed round him and crying, <i>Salve
+Imperator!</i> rejoiced in the fall he had given his foes, he was aware
+of the wound bleeding inwardly, and in his mind was already borne out
+of the battle.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Yet in that room was one sadder. Sir John, remaining at the foot of
+the table, frowned along it, gloomy and downcast; too proud to ask or
+earn the King's favour, yet shaken by the knowledge that now--now was
+the time; that in a little while the door would close on him, and with
+it the chance of life--life with its sunshine and air, and freedom,
+its whirligigs and revenges. Some thought that in consideration of the
+trick which had been played upon him, the King might properly view him
+with indulgence; and were encouraged in this by the character for
+clemency which even his enemies allowed that Sovereign. But William
+had other views on this occasion; and when the hubbub which Smith's
+removal had caused had completely died away, he addressed Sir John,
+advising him to depend rather on deserving his favour by a frank and
+full discovery, than on such ingenious contrivances as that which had
+just been exposed.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I was no party to it,&quot; the unhappy gentleman answered.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Therefore it shall tell neither for nor against you,&quot; the King
+retorted. &quot;Have you anything more to say.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;I throw myself on your Majesty's clemency.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;That will not do. Sir John,&quot; the King answered. &quot;You must speak,
+or--the alternative does not lie with me. But you know it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And I choose it,&quot; Sir John cried, recovering his spirit and courage.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;So be it,&quot; said His Majesty slowly and solemnly. &quot;I will not say that
+I expected anything less from you. My lords, let him be removed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">And with that the messengers came in and Sir John bowed and went with
+them. It may have been fancy, but I thought that as he turned from the
+table a haggard shade fell on his face, and a soul in mortal anguish
+looked an instant from his eyes. But the next moment he was gone.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I never saw him again. That night the news was everywhere that
+Goodman, one of the two witnesses against him, had fled the country;
+and for a time it was believed that Sir John would escape. How, in
+face of that difficulty those who were determined on his death,
+effected it; how he was attainted, and how he suffered on Tower Hill
+with all the forms and privileges of a peer--on the 28th of January of
+the succeeding year--is a story too trite and familiar to call for
+repetition.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">On his departure the Council broke up. His Majesty retiring. Before he
+went, a word was said about me, and some who had greater regard for
+the <i>post factum</i> than the <i>p&#339;nitentia</i> were for sending me to the
+Compter, and leaving the Law Officers to deal with me. But my lord,
+rousing himself, interposed roundly, spoke for me and would have given
+bail had they persisted. Seeing, however, how gravely he took it, and
+being inclined to please him, they desisted, and I was allowed to go,
+on the simple condition that the Duke kept me under his own eye. This
+he very gladly consented to do.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Nor was it the only kindness he did me, or the greatest; for having
+heard from me at length and in detail all the circumstances leading up
+to my timely intervention, he sent for me a few days later, and
+placing a paper in my hands bade me read the gist of it. I did so, and
+found it to be a free pardon passed under the Great Seal, and granted
+to Richard Price and Mary Price his wife for acts and things done by
+them jointly or separately against the King's Most Excellent Majesty,
+within or without the realm.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">It was at Eyford he handed me this; in the oak parlour looking upon
+the bowling-green; where I had already begun to wait upon him on one
+morning in the week, to check the steward's accounts and tallies. The
+year was nearly spent, but that autumn was fine, and the sunlight
+which lay on the smooth turf blended with the russet splendour of the
+beech trees that rise beyond. I had been thinking of Mary and the
+quiet courtyard at the Hospital, which the bowling-green somewhat
+resembled, being open to the park on one side only; and when perusing
+the paper, my lord smiling at me, I came to her name--or rather to the
+name that was hers and yet mine--I felt such a flow of love and
+gratitude and remembrance overcome me as left me speechless; and this
+directed, not only to him but to her--seeing that it was her advice
+and her management that had brought me against my will to this haven
+and safety.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">The Duke saw my emotion and read my silence aright. &quot;Well,&quot; he said.
+&quot;Are you satisfied?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I told him that if I were not I must be the veriest ingrate living.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;And you have nothing more to ask?&quot; he continued, still smiling.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Nothing,&quot; I said. &quot;Except--except that which it is not in your
+lordship's power to grant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;How?&quot; said he, with a show of surprise and resentment. &quot;Not
+satisfied yet? What is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;If she were here!&quot; I said. &quot;If she were here, my lord! But
+Dunquerque----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Is a far cry, eh! And the roads are bad. And the seas----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Are worse,&quot; I said gloomily, looking at the paper as Tantalus looked
+at the water. &quot;And to get word to her is not of the easiest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="p406"><img src="images/p406.png" alt="p406"></a><br>
+SHE WAS MAKING MARKS ON THE TURF WITH A STICK</p>
+
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;No,&quot; the Duke said. &quot;Say you so? Then what do you make of this,
+faint-heart?&quot; And he pointed through the open window.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I looked, and on the seat--which a moment before had been vacant--the
+seat under the right-hand yew-hedge where my lord sometimes smoked his
+pipe--I saw a girl seated with her shoulder and the nape of her neck
+turned to us. She was making marks on the turf with a stick she held,
+and poring over them when made, as if the world held nothing else, so
+that I had not so much as a glimpse of her face. But I knew that it
+was Mary.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;Come,&quot; said my lord, pleasantly. &quot;We will go to her. It may be, she
+will not have the pardon--after all. Seeing that there is a condition
+to it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;A condition?&quot; I cried, a little troubled.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;To be sure, blockhead,&quot; he answered, in high good humour. &quot;In whose
+name is it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">Then I saw what he meant and laughed, foolishly. But the event came
+nearer to proving him true than he then expected. For when she saw the
+paper she stepped back and put her hands behind her, and would not
+touch or take it; while her small face cried pale mutiny. &quot;But I'll
+not tell!&quot; she cried. &quot;I'll not tell! I'll not have it. Blood-money
+does not thrive. If that is the price----&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="normal">&quot;My good girl,&quot; said my lord, cutting her short, yet without
+impatience. &quot;That is not the price. This is the Price. And the pardon
+goes with him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="center" style="letter-spacing:20pt">* * * * *</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I believe that I have now told enough to discharge myself of that
+which I set out to do: I mean the clearing my lord in the eyes of all
+judicious persons of those imputations which a certain faction have
+never ceased to heap on him; and this with the greater assiduity and
+spite, since he by his single conduct at the time of the late Queen's
+death was the means under Providence of preserving the Protestant
+Succession and liberties in these islands.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">That during the long interval of seventeen years that separated the
+memorable meeting at Kensington, which I have ventured to describe,
+from the still more famous scene in the Queen's death-chamber, he took
+no part in public life has seemed to some a crime or the tacit avowal
+of one. How far these err, and how ill-qualified they are to follow
+the workings of that noble mind, will appear in the pages I have
+written; which show with clearness that the retirement on which so
+much stress has been laid, was due not to guilt, but to an
+appreciation of honour so delicate that a spot invisible to the common
+eye seemed to him a stain <i>non subito delanda</i>. After the avowal made
+before his colleagues--of the communications, I mean, with Lord
+Middleton--nothing would do but he must leave London at once and seek
+in the shades and retirement of Eyford that peace of mind and ease of
+body which had for the moment abandoned him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He went: and for a time still retained office. Later, notwithstanding
+the most urgent and flattering instances on the King's part--which yet
+exist, honourable alike to the writer and the recipient--he persisted
+in his resolution to retire; and on the 12th of December, 1698, being
+at that time in very poor health, the consequence of a fall while
+hunting, he returned the Seals to the King, In the autumn of the
+following year he went abroad; but though he found in a private
+life--so far as the life of a man of his princely station could be
+called private--a happiness often denied to place men and favourites,
+he was not to be diverted when the time came from the post of danger.
+Were I writing an eulogium merely, I should here enumerate those great
+posts and offices which he so worthily filled at the time of Queen
+Anne's death, when as Lord Treasurer of England, Lord Chamberlain, and
+Lord Lieutenant of Ireland--an aggregation of honours I believe
+without precedent--he performed services and controlled events on the
+importance of which his enemies no less than his friends are agreed.
+But I forbear: and I leave the task to a worthier hand.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">This being so, it remains only to speak of Matthew Smith and his
+accomplice. Had my lord chosen to move in the matter, there can be no
+doubt that Smith would have been whipped and pilloried, and in this
+way would have come by a short road to his deserts. But the Duke held
+himself too high, and the men who had injured him too low, for
+revenge; and Smith, after lying some months in prison, gave useful
+information, and was released without prosecution. He then tried to
+raise a fresh charge against the Duke, but gained no credence; and
+rapidly sinking lower and lower, was to be seen two years later
+skulking in rags in the darkest part of the old Savoy. In London I
+must have walked in hourly dread of him; at Eyford I was safe; and
+after the winter of '99, in which year he came to my lord's house to
+beg, looking broken and diseased, I never saw him.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">I was told that he expected to receive a rich reward in the event of
+the Duke's disgrace, and on this account was indifferent to the loss
+of his situation in my lady's family. It seems probable, however, that
+he still hoped to retain his influence in that quarter by means of his
+wife, and thwarted in this by that evil woman's dismissal, was no
+better disposed to her than she was to him. They separated; but before
+he went the ruffian revenged himself by beating her so severely that
+she long lay ill in her apartments, was robbed by her landlady, and
+finally was put to the door penniless, and with no trace of the beauty
+which had once chained my heart. In this plight, reduced to be the
+drudge of a tradesman's wife, and sunk to the very position in which I
+had found her at Mr. D----'s, she made a last desperate appeal to the
+Duke for assistance.</p>
+
+<p class="normal">He answered by the grant of a pension, small but sufficient, on which
+she might have ended her days in a degree of comfort. But, having
+acquired in her former circumstances an unfortunate craving for drink,
+which she had now the power to gratify, she lived but a little while,
+and that in great squalor and misery, dying, if I remember rightly, in
+a public-house in Spitalfields in the year 1703.</p>
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