"And you promise there shall be no quarrel--no violence?" urged she.
"Yes, Mary, I do promise," rejoined Ashwoode.
"Dear, dear brother, you have set my heart at rest," cried she. "Yes, you _are_ my own dear brother--my protector!" And with all the warmth and enthusiasm of unsuspecting love, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed her betrayer.
Mary had scarcely left the room in which Sir Henry Ashwoode was seated, when he perceived Blarden sauntering among the trees by the window, with his usual swagger; the young man put on his hat and walked quickly forth to join him; as soon as he had come up with him, Blarden turned, and antic.i.p.ating him, said,--
"Well, I _have_ spoken out, and I think she understands me too; at any rate, if she don"t, it"s no fault of mine."
"I wish you had managed it better," said Ashwoode; "there is a way of doing these things. You have frightened the foolish girl half out of her wits."
"Have I, though?" exclaimed Blarden, with a triumphant grin. "She"s just the girl we want--easily cowed. I"m glad to hear it. We"ll manage her--we"ll bring her into training before a week--hang me, but we will."
"You began a little too soon, though," urged Ashwoode; "you ought to have tried gentle means first."
"Devil the morsel of good in them," rejoined Blarden. "I see well enough how the wind sits--she don"t like me; and I haven"t time to waste in wooing. Once we"re buckled, she"ll be fond enough of me; matrimony "ll turn out smooth enough--I"ll take devilish good care of that; but the courtship will be the devil"s tough business. We must begin the taming system off-hand; there"s no use in shilly shally."
"I tell you," rejoined Ashwoode, "you have been too precipitate--I speak, of course, merely in relation to the policy and expediency of the thing. I don"t mean to pretend that constraint may not become necessary hereafter; but just now, and before our plans are well considered, and our arrangements made, I think it was injudicious to frighten her so. She was talking of leaving the house and going to Lady Stukely"s, or, in short, anywhere rather than remain here."
"Threaten to run away, did she?" cried Blarden, with a whistle of surprise which pa.s.sed off into a chuckle.
"Yes, in plain terms, she said so," rejoined Ashwoode.
"Then just turn the key upon her at once," replied Blarden--"lock her up--let her measure her rambles by the four walls of her room! Hang me, if I can see the difficulty."
Ashwoode remained silent, and they walked side by side for a time without exchanging a word.
"Well, I believe I"m right," cried Blarden, at length; "I think our game is plain enough, eh? Don"t let her budge an inch. Do you act turnkey, and I"ll pay her a visit once a day for fear she"d forget me--I"ll be her father confessor, eh?--ho, ho!--and between us I think we"ll manage to bring her to before long."
"We must take care before we proceed to this extremity that all our agents are trustworthy," said Ashwoode. "There is no immediate danger of her attempting an escape, for I told her that you were leaving this either to-night or to-morrow morning, and she"s now just as sure as if we had her under lock and key."
"Well, what do you advise? Can"t you speak out? What"s all the delay to lead to?" said Blarden.
"Merely that we shall have time to adjust our schemes," replied Ashwoode; "there is more to be done than perhaps you think of. We must cut off all possibility of correspondence with friends out of doors, and we must guard against suspicion among the servants; they are all fond of her, and there is no knowing what mischief might be done even by the most contemptible agents. Some little preparation before we employ coercion is absolutely indispensable."
"Well, then, you"d have me keep out of the way," said Blarden. "But mind you, I won"t leave this; I like to have my own eye upon my own business."
"There is no reason why you should leave it," rejoined Ashwoode. "The weather is now cold and broken, so that Mary will seldom leave the house; and when she remains in it, she is almost always in the little drawing-room with her work, and books, and music; with the slightest precaution you can effectually avoid her for a few days."
"Well, then, agreed--done and done--a fair go on both sides," replied Blarden, "but it must not be too long; knock out some scheme that will wind matters up within a fortnight at furthest; be lively, or she shall lead apes, and you swing as sure as there"s six sides to a die."
CHAPTER L.
THE PRESS IN THE WALL.
Larry Toole, having visited in vain all his master"s usual haunts, returned in the evening of that day on which we last beheld him, to the "c.o.c.k and Anchor," in a state of extreme depression and desolateness.
"By the holy man," said Larry, in reply to the inquiries of the groom, who encountered him at the yard gate, "he"s gone as clane as a whistle.
It"s dacent thratement, so it is--gone, and laves me behind to rummage the town for him, and divil a sign of him, good or bad. I"m fairly burstin" with emotions. Why did he make off with himself? Why the devil did he desart me? There"s no apology for sich minewvers, nor no excuse in the wide world, anless, indeed, he happened to be dhrounded or dhrunk. I"m fairly dry with the frettin". Come in with me, and we"ll have a sorrowful pot iv strong ale together by the kitchen fire; for, bedad, I want something badly."
Accordingly the two worthies entered the great old kitchen, and by the genial blaze of its cheering hearth, they discussed at length the probabilities of recovering Larry"s lost master.
"Usedn"t he to take a run out now and again to Morley Court?" inquired the groom; "you told me so."
"By the hokey," exclaimed Larry, with sudden alacrity, "there is some sinse in what you say--bedad, there is. I don"t know how in the world I didn"t think iv going out there to-day. But no matter, I"ll do it to-morrow."
And in accordance with this resolution, upon the next day, early in the forenoon, Mr. Toole pursued his route toward the old manor-house. As he approached the domain, however, he slackened his pace, and, with extreme hesitation and caution, began to loiter toward the mansion, screening his approach as much as possible among the thick brushwood which skirted the rich old timber that clothed the slopes and hollows of the manor in irregular and stately ma.s.ses. Sheltered in his post of observation, Larry lounged about until he beheld Sir Henry emerge from the hall door and join Nicholas Blarden in the _tete-a-tete_ which we have in our last chapter described. Our romantic friend no sooner beheld this occurrence, than he felt all his uneasiness at once dispelled. He marched rapidly to the hall door, which remained open, and forthwith entered the house. He had hardly reached the interior of the hall, when he was encountered by no less a person than the fair object of his soul"s idolatry, the beauteous Mistress Betsy Carey.
"La, Mr. Laurence," cried she, with an affected start, "you"re always turning up like a ghost, when you"re least expected."
"By the powers of Moll Kelly!" rejoined Larry, with fervour, "it"s more and more beautiful, the Lord be merciful to us, you"re growin" every day you live. What the divil will you come to at last?"
"Well, Mr. Toole," rejoined she, relaxing into a gracious smile, "but you do talk more nonsense than any ten beside. I wonder at you, so I do, Mr. Toole. Why don"t you have a discreeterer way of conversation and discourse?"
"Och! murdher!--heigho! beautiful Betsy," sighed Larry, rapturously.
"Did you walk, Mr. Toole?" inquired the maiden.
"I did so," rejoined Larry.
"Young master"s just gone out," continued the maid.
"So I seen, jewel," replied Mr. Toole.
"An" you may as well come into the parlour, an" have some drink and victuals," added she, with an encouraging smile.
"Is there no fear of his coming in on me?" inquired Larry, cautiously.
"Tilly vally, man, who are you afraid of?" exclaimed the handmaiden, cheerily. "Come, Mr. Toole, you used not to be so easily frightened."
"I"ll never be afraid to folly your lead, most beautiful and bewildhering iv famales," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Toole, gallantly. "So here goes; folly on, and I"ll attind you behind."
Accordingly, they both entered the great parlour, where the table bore abundant relics of a plenteous meal, and Mistress Betsy Carey, with her own fair hands, placed a chair for him at the table, and heaping a plate with cold beef and bread, laid it before her grateful swain, along with a foaming tankard of humming ale. The maid was gracious, and the beef delicious; his ears drank in her accents, and his throat her ale, and his heart and mouth were equally full. Thus, in a condition as nearly as human happiness can approach to unalloyed felicity, realizing the substantial bliss of Mahomet"s paradise, Mr. Toole ogled and ate, and glanced and guzzled in soft rapture, until the force of nature could no further go on, and laying down his knife and fork, he took one long last draught of ale, measuring, it is supposed, about three half-pints, and then, with an easy negligence, wiping the froth from his mouth with the cuff of his coat, he addressed himself to the fair dame once more,--
"They may say what they like, by the hokey! all the world over; but divil bellows me, if ever I seen sich another beautiful, fascinating, fl.u.s.thrating famale, since I was the size iv that musthard pot--may the divil bile me if I did," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Toole, rapturously throwing himself into the chair with something between a sigh and a grunt, and ready to burst with love and repletion.
The fair maiden endeavoured to look contemptuous; but she smiled in spite of herself.
"Well, well, Mr. Toole," she exclaimed, "I see there is no use in talking; a fool"s a fool to the end of his days, and some people"s past cure. But tell me, how"s Mr. O"Connor?"
"Bedad, it"s time for me to think iv it," exclaimed Larry, briskly. "Do you know what brought me here?"
"How should _I_ know?" responded she, with a careless toss of her head, and a very conscious look.