"Oh! the villainy iv women!" repeated Larry, with deep pathos.
A brief cross-examination of Mistress Carey and of Larry Toole sufficed to convict the fair maiden of her share in concealing the prisoner.
"Now, Mr. Toole," said Ashwoode, addressing that personage, "you have been once before turned out of this house for misconduct--I tell you, that if you do not make good use of your time, and run as fast as your best exertions will enable you, you shall have abundant reason to repent it, for in five minutes more I will set the dogs after you; and if ever I find you here again, I will have you ducked in the horse-pond for a full hour--depart, sirrah--away--run."
Larry did not require any more urgent remonstrances to induce him to expedite his retreat--he made a contrite bow to Sir Henry--cast a look of melancholy reproach at the beautiful Betsy, who, with a heightened colour, was withdrawing from the scene, and then with sudden nimbleness, effected his retreat.
"The fellow," said Ashwoode, "is a servant of that O"Connor, whom I mentioned to you. I do not think we shall ever have the pleasure of his company again. I am glad the thing has happened, for it proves that we cannot trust Carey."
"That it does," echoed Blarden, with an oath.
"Well, then, she shall take her departure hence before a week,"
rejoined Ashwoode. "We shall see about her successor without loss of time. So much for Mistress Carey."
CHAPTER LI.
FLORA GUY.
"Why, I thought you had done for that fellow, that O"Connor," exclaimed Blarden, after he had carefully closed the door. "I thought you had pinked him through and through like a riddle--isn"t he dead--didn"t you settle him?"
"So I thought myself, but some troublesome people have the art of living through what might have killed a hundred," rejoined Ashwoode; "and I do not at all like this servant of his privately coming here, to hold conference with my sister"s maid--it looks suspicious; if it be, however, as I suspect, I have effectually countermined them."
"Well, then," replied Blarden, with an oath, "at all events we must set to work now in earnest."
"The first thing to be done is to find a subst.i.tute for the girl whom I am about to dismiss," said Ashwoode, "we must select carefully, one whom we can rely upon--do _you_ choose her?"
"Why, I"m no great judge of such cattle," rejoined Blarden. "But here"s Chancey that understands them. I stake this ring to a sixpence he has one in his eye this very minute that"ll fit our purpose to a hair--what do you say, Gordy, boy--can you hit on the kind of wench we want--eh, you old sly boots?"
Chancey sat sleepily before the fire, and a languid, lazy smile expanded his sallow sensual face as he gazed at the bars of the grate.
"Are you tongue-tied, or what?" exclaimed Blarden; "speak out--can you find us such a one as we want? she must be a regular knowing devil, and no mistake--as sly as yourself--a dead hand at a scheming game like this--a deep one."
"Well, maybe I do," drawled Chancey, "I think I know a girl that would do, but maybe you"d think her too bad."
"She can"t be too bad for the work we want her for--what the devil do you mean by BAD?" exclaimed Blarden.
"Well," continued Chancey, disregarding the last interrogatory, "she"s Flora Guy, she attends in the "Old Saint Columbkil," a very arch little girl--I think she"ll do to a nicety."
"Use your own judgment, I leave it all to you," said Blarden, "only get one at once, do you mind, you know the sort we want."
"I suppose she can"t come any sooner than to-morrow, she must have notice," said Chancey, "but I"ll go in there to-day if you like, and talk to her about it; I"ll have her out with you here to-morrow to a certainty, an" I declare to G---- she"s a very smart little girl."
"Do so," said Ashwoode, "and the sooner the better."
Chancey arose, stuffed his hands into his breeches pockets according to his wont, and with a long yawn lounged out of the room.
"Do you keep out of the way after this evening," continued Sir Henry, addressing himself to Blarden; "I will tell her that you are to leave us this night, and that your visit ends; this will keep her quiet until all is ready, and then she must be tractable."
"Do you run and find her, then," said Blarden, "and tell her that I"m off for town this evening--tell her at once--and mind, bring me word what she says--off with you, doctor--ho, ho, ho!--mind, bring me word what she says--do you hear?"
With this pleasant charge ringing in his ears, Sir Henry Ashwoode departed upon his honourable mission.
Chancey strolled listlessly into town, and after an easy ramble, at length found himself safe and sound once more beneath the roof of the "Old Saint Columbkil." He walked through the dingy deserted benches and tables of the old tavern, and seating himself near the hearth, called a greasy waiter who was dozing in a corner.
"Tim, I"m rayther dry to-day, Timothy," said Mr. Chancey, addressing the functionary, who shambled up to him more than half asleep; "what will you recommend, Timothy--what do you think of a pot of light ale?"
"Pint or quart?" inquired Tim shortly.
"Well, we"ll say a pint to begin with, Timothy," said Chancey, meekly; "and do you see, Timothy, if Miss Flora Guy is on the tap; I wish she would bring it to me herself--do you mind, Timothy?"
Tim nodded and departed, and in a few minutes a brisk step was heard, and a neat, good-humoured looking wench approached Mr. Chancey, and planted a pint pot of ale before him.
"Well, my little girl," said Chancey, with the quiet dignity of a patron, "would you like to get a fine situation in a baronet"s family, my dear; to be own maid to a baronet"s sister, where they eat off of silver every day in the week, and have more money than you or I could count in a twelve-month?"
"Where"s the good of liking it, Mr. Chancey?" replied the girl, laughing; "it"s time enough to be thinking of it when I get the offer."
"Well, you _have_ the offer this minute, my little girl," rejoined Chancey; "I have an elegant place for you--upon my conscience I have--up at Morley Court, with Sir Henry Ashwoode; he"s a baronet, dear, and you"re to be own maid to Miss Mary Ashwoode."
"It can"t be the truth you"re telling me," said the girl, in unfeigned amazement.
"I declare to G--d, and upon my soul, it is the plain truth," drawled Chancey; "Sir Henry Ashwoode, the baronet, asked me to recommend a tidy, sprightly little girl, to be own maid to his elegant, fine sister, and I recommended you--I declare to G--d but I did, and I come in to-day from the baronet"s house to hire you, so I did."
"Well, an" is it in airnest you are?" said the girl.
"What I"m telling you is the rale truth," rejoined Chancey: "I declare to G--d upon my soul and conscience, and I wouldn"t swear that in a lie, if you like to take the place you can get it."
"Well, well, after _that_--why, my fortune"s made," cried the girl, in ecstasies.
"It is _so_, indeed, my little girl," rejoined Chancey; "your fortune"s made, sure enough."
"An" my dream"s out, too; for I was dreaming of nothing but washing, and that"s a sure sign of a change, all the live-long night," cried she, "washing linen, and such lots of it, all heaped up; well, I"m a sharp dreamer--ain"t I, though?"
"You will take it, then?" inquired Chancey.
"_Will_ I--maybe I won"t," rejoined she.
"Well, come out to-morrow," said Chancey.
"I can"t to-morrow," replied she; "for all the table-cloth is to be done, an" I would not like to disappoint the master after being with him so long."
"Well, can you next day?"
"I can," replied she; "tell me where it is."