"I do remember it--proceed," replied O"Connor.
"Mees Mary"s letters to you were cold and unkind, and make you think she did not love you any more," added Parucci.
"Well, well--say on--say on--for G.o.d"s sake, man--say on," cried O"Connor, vehemently.
"Those letters you got were not written by her," continued the Italian, coolly; "they were all wat you call _forged_--written by another person, and planned by Sir Henry and Sir Reechard; and the same way on the other side--the letters you wrote to her were all stopped, and read by the same two gentlemen, and other letters written in stead, and she is breaking her heart, because she thinks you "av betrayed her, and given her up--_rotta di collo!_ they "av make nice work!"
"Prove this to me, prove it," said O"Connor, wildly, while his eye burned with the kindling fire of fury.
"I weel prove it," rejoined Parucci, but with an agitated voice and a troubled face; "bote, _corpo di Plato_, you weel keel me if I tell--promise--swear--by your honour--you weel not horte me--you weel not toche me--swear, Signor, and I weel tell."
"Miserable caitiff--speak, and quickly--you are safe--I swear it,"
rejoined he.
"Well, then," resumed the Italian, with restored calmness, "I will prove it so that you cannot doubt any more--it was I that wrote the letters for them--I, myself--and beside, here is the bundle with all of them written out for me to copy--most of them by Sir Henry--you know his hand-writing--you weel see the character--_corbezzoli!_ he is a great rogue--and you will find all the _real_ letters from you and Mees Mary that were stopped--I have them here."
He here disengaged from the deep pocket of his coat, a red leathern case stamped with golden flowers, and opening it presented it to the young man.
With shifting colour and eyes almost blinded with agitation, O"Connor read and re-read these doc.u.ments.
"Where is Ashwoode?" at length he cried; "bring me to him--gracious G.o.d, what a monster I must have appeared--will she--_can_ she ever forgive me?"
Disregarding in entire contempt the mean agent of Ashwoode"s villainy, and thinking only of the high-born princ.i.p.al, O"Connor, pale as death, but with perfect deliberateness, arose and took the sword which the attendant who conducted him to the room had laid by the wall, and replacing it at his side, said sternly,--
"Bring me to Sir Henry Ashwoode--where is he? I must speak with him."
"I cannot breeng you to him now," replied Parucci, in internal ecstasies, "for I cannot say where he is; bote I know vary well where he weel be to-day after dinner time, in the evening, and I weel breeng you; bote I hope very moche you are not intending any mischiefs; if I thought so, I would be vary sorry--oh! vary."
"Well, be it so, if it may not be sooner," said O"Connor, gloomily, "this evening at all events he shall account with me."
"Meanwhile," said O"Hanlon, "you may as well remain here; and when the time arrives which this Italian fellow names, we can start. I will accompany you, for in such cases the arm of a friend can do you no harm and may secure you fair play. Hear me, you Italian scoundrel, remain here until we are ready to depart with you, and that shall be whenever you think it time to seek Sir Henry Ashwoode; you shall have enough to eat and drink meanwhile; depart, and relieve us of your company."
Signor Parucci smiled sweetly from ear to ear, shrugged, and bowed, and then glided lightly from the room, exulting in the pleasant conviction that he had commenced operations against his ungrateful patron, by involving him in a sc.r.a.pe which must inevitably result in somewhat unpleasant exposures, and which had beside reduced the question of Sir Henry"s life or death to an even chance.
CHAPTER XLVII.
"THE JOLLY BOWLERS"--THE DOUBLE FRAY AND THE FLIGHT.
At the time of which we write, there lay at the southern extremity of the city of Dublin, a bowling-green of fashionable resort, well known as "Cullen"s Green." For greater privacy it was enclosed by a brick wall of considerable height, which again was surrounded by stately rows of lofty and ancient elms. A few humble dwellings were cl.u.s.tered about it; and through one of them, a low, tiled public-house, lay the entrance into this place of pastime. Thitherward O"Connor and O"Hanlon, having left their horses at the "c.o.c.k and Anchor," were led by the wily Italian.
"The players you say, will not stop till dusk," said O"Connor; "we can go in, and I shall wait until the party have broken up, to speak to Ashwoode; in the interval we can mix with the spectators, and so escape remark."
They were now approaching the little tavern embowered in tufted trees, and as they advanced, they perceived a number of hack carriages and led horses congregated upon the road about its entrance.
"Sir Henry is within; that iron-grey is his horse; _sangue dun dua_, there is no mistake," observed the Neapolitan.
The little party entered the humble tavern, but here they were encountered by a new difficulty.
"You can"t get in to-night, gentlemen--sorry to disappint, gentlemen; but the green"s engaged," said mine host, with an air of mysterious importance; "a private party, engaged two days since for fear of a disappint."
"Are they so strictly private, that they would not suffer two gentlemen to be spectators of their play?" inquired O"Hanlon.
"My orders is not to let anyone in, good, bad, or indifferent, while they are playing the match; that"s _my_ orders," replied the man; "sorry to disappint, but can"t break my word with the gentlemen, you know."
"Is there any other entrance into the bowling-green?" inquired O"Connor, "except through that door."
"Divil a one, sir, where would it be?--divil a one, gentlemen," replied mine host, "no other way in or out."
"We will rest ourselves here for a time, then," said O"Connor.
Accordingly the party seated themselves in the low-roofed chamber through which the bowlers on quitting the ground must necessarily pa.s.s; and calling for some liquor to prevent suspicion, moodily awaited the appearance of the young baronet and his companions. Many a stern, impatient glance of expectation did O"Connor direct to the old door which alone separated him from the traitor and hypocrite who had with such monstrous fraud practised upon his unsuspecting confidence. At length he heard gay laughter and the tread of many feet approaching; the proprietor of "The Jolly Bowlers" opened the door, and several merry groups pa.s.sed them by and took their departure, but O"Connor"s eye in vain sought among them the form of young Ashwoode.
"I see the grey horse still at the door; I know it as well as I know my own hand," said the Italian; "as sure as I am leeving man, Sir Henry is there still."
After an interval so considerable that O"Connor almost despaired of the appearance of Ashwoode, voices were again audible, and steps approaching the door-way at a slow pace; the time between the first approach of those sounds, and the actual appearance of those who caused them, appeared to the overwrought anxiety of O"Connor all but interminable. At length, however, two figures entered from the bowling-green--the one was that of a spare but dignified-looking man, somewhat advanced in years, but carrying in his countenance a singular expression of jollity and good humour--the other was that of Sir Henry Ashwoode.
"G.o.d be thanked," said O"Hanlon, grasping the hilt of his sword, "here comes the perjured villain Wharton."
O"Connor had another object, however, and beheld no one existing thing but only the now hated form of his false friend; both he and O"Hanlon started to their feet as the two figures entered the small and darksome room. O"Connor threw himself directly in their path and said,--
"Sir Henry Ashwoode, a word with you."
The appeal was startling and unexpected, and there was in the voice and att.i.tude of him who uttered it, something of deep, intense, constrained pa.s.sion and resolution, which made the two companions involuntarily and suddenly check their advance. One moment sufficed for Sir Henry to recognize O"Connor, and another convinced him that his quondam friend had discovered his treachery, and was there to unmask, perhaps to punish him. His presence of mind, however, seldom, if ever, forsook him in such scenes as this--he instantly resolved upon the tone in which to meet his injured antagonist.
"Pray, sir," said he, with stern _hauteur_, "upon what ground do you presume to throw yourself thus menacingly in my way? Move aside and let me pa.s.s, or your rashness shall cost you dearly."
"Ashwoode--Sir Henry--you well know there is one consideration which would unstring my arm if lifted against your life--you presume upon the forbearance which this respect commands," said O"Connor. "Promise but this--that you will undeceive your sister, whom you have practised upon as cruelly as you have on me, and I will call you to no further account, and inflict no further humiliation."
"Very good, sir, very magnanimous, and exceedingly tragic," rejoined Ashwoode, scornfully. "Turn aside, sirrah, and leave my path open, or by the ---- you shall rue it."
"I will not leave the spot on which I stand but with my life, except on the conditions I have named," replied O"Connor.
"Once more, before I _strike_ you, leave the way," cried Ashwoode, whose const.i.tutional pugnacity began to be thoroughly aroused. "Turn aside, sirrah! How dare you confront gentlemen--insolent beggar, how dare you!"
Yielding to the furious impulse of the moment, Sir Henry Ashwoode drew his sword, and with the naked blade struck his antagonist twice with no sparing hand. The pa.s.sions which O"Connor had, with all his energy, hitherto striven to master, would now brook restraint no longer; at this last extremity of insult the blood sprang from his heart in fiery currents and tingled through every vein; every feeling but the one deadly sense of outraged pride, of repeated wrong, followed and consummated by one degrading and intolerable outrage, vanished from his mind. With the speed of light his sword was drawn and presented at Ashwoode"s breast. Each threw himself into the cautious att.i.tude of deadly vigilance, and quick as lightning the bright blades crossed and clashed in the mortal rivalry of cunning fence. Each party was possessed of consummate skill in the use of the fatal weapon which he wielded, and several times in the course of the fierce debate, so evenly were they matched, the two, as by voluntary accommodation, paused in the conflict to take breath.
With faces pale as death with rage, and a consciousness of the deadly issue in which alone the struggle could end, and with eyes that glared like those of savage beasts at bay, each eyed the other. Thus alternately they paused and renewed the combat, and for long, with doubtful fortune. In the position of the antagonists there was, however, an inequality, and, as it turned out, a decisive one--the door through which Ashwoode and his companion had entered, and to which his back was turned, lay open, and the light which it admitted fell full in O"Connor"s eyes. This, as all who have handled the foil can tell, is a disadvantage quite sufficient to determine even a less nicely balanced contest than that of which we write. After several pauses in the combat, and as many desperate renewals of it, Ashwoode, in one quick lunge, pa.s.sed his blade through his opponent"s sword-arm. Though the blood flowed plenteously, neither party seemed inclined to abate his deadly efforts. O"Connor"s arm began to grow stiff and weak, and the energy and quickness of his action impaired; the consequences of this were soon exhibited. Ashwoode lunged twice or thrice rapidly, and one of these pa.s.ses, being imperfectly parried, took effect in his opponent"s breast. O"Connor staggered backward, and his hand and eye faltered for a moment; but he quickly recovered, and again advanced and again with the same result. Faint, dizzy, and half blind, but with resolution and rage, enhanced by defeat, he staggered forward again, wild and powerless, and was received once more upon the point of his adversary"s sword. He reeled back, stood for a moment, his sword dropped upon the ground, and he shook his empty hand in fruitless menace at his triumphant antagonist, and then rolled headlong upon the pavement, insensible, and weltering in gore--the combat was over.
Ashwoode and O"Connor had hardly crossed their weapons when O"Hanlon sprang forward and sternly accosted Lord Wharton, for it was no other, who accompanied Ashwoode.
"My lord, you need not interfere," said he, observing a movement on Lord Wharton"s part as if he would have separated the combatants. "This is a question which all your diplomacy will not arrange--they will fight it to the end. If you give them not fair play while I secure the door, I will send my sword through your excellency"s body."
So saying, O"Hanlon drew his weapon, and keeping occasional watch upon Wharton--who, however, did not exhibit any further disposition to interfere--he strode to the outer door, which opened upon the public road, and to prevent interruption from that quarter, drew the bar and secured it effectually.
"Now, my lord," said he, returning and resuming his position, "I have secured this fortunate meeting against intrusion. What think you, while our friends are thus engaged, were we, for warmth and exercise sake, likewise to cross our blades? Will your lordship condescend to gratify a simple gentleman so far?"