"Na, na, your honor; a shilling"s no for a man that understands the sceence o" b.u.t.tany: a shilling"s for a flunky in livery; but as for me, I couldna conscientiously condescend upon less than ten o" them, or may be a pund British, but I"m feart that"s contrair to your honor"s habits."
"Well, then," said Sir Robert, "I have no more silver, and so I leave you to the agreeable society of Robinson Crusoe."
Reilly had watched Sir Robert"s motions, as well as his countenance, in a manner as furtively as possible. Sometimes, indeed, he stared at him broadly, and with a stupid, oafish look, and again placed himself in such a position behind the range of flower-pots which were placed upon the ledges, that he could observe him without being perceived himself.
The force of habit, however, is extraordinary. Our hero was a man exceedingly remarkable for personal cleanliness, and consequently made a point to wash his hands morning and evening with peculiar care. Be this as it may, the lynx eye of Sir Robert observed their whiteness, and he instantly said to himself, "This is no common laborer; I know that he is not, from the whiteness of his hands. Besides, he is disguised; it is evident from the length of his beard, and the unnecessary coa.r.s.eness of his apparel. Then his figure, the symmetry and size of which no disguise can conceal; this, and everything else, a.s.sures me that he is disguised, and that he is, besides, no other individual than the man I want, William Reilly, who has been hitherto my evil genius; but it shall go hard with me, or I shall be his now." Such were his meditations as he pa.s.sed along with the squire to join him at lunch.
When they had left the garden, Reilly addressed his _Cooleen Bawn_ as follows:
"Helen, I am discovered."
"Discovered! O my G.o.d, no!"
"Unquestionably, there is no doubt of it; it is certain."
"But how do you know that it is certain?"
"Because I observed that Whitecraft"s eyes were never off my hands; he knew that a common laborer could not possibly have such hands. Helen, I am discovered, and must fly."
"But you know that there is a change of Administration, and that the severity of the laws has been relaxed against Catholics."
"Yes, you told me so, and I have no fear for myself; but what I apprehend is that this discovery, of which I feel certain, will precipitate your marriage with that miscreant; they will entrap you into it, and then I am miserable for ever."
"Then, William, we must fly this very night; we will proceed to the Continent, to some Protestant state, where we can get married without any danger to the clergyman who may unite us."
"It is all that is left for us," replied Reilly; "I should sooner lose life than you, my beloved Helen; and now, what is to be done? fly we must; and in antic.i.p.ation of the necessity of this step I left a suit of clothes with Lanigan: or rather with a poor widow, who was a pensioner of mine--a Mrs. Buckley, from whom Lanigan got them, and has them. I could not think of accompanying you in this vile dress. On your way in, try to see Lanigan, and desire him to come out to me. There is not a moment to be lost; and, my dear Helen, show no marks of agitation; be calm and firm, or we are undone."
"Rely on me, dear Reilly, rely on me; I shall, send Lanigan to you."
She left him, and went to her room, when she rang the bell, and her maid, the faithful Connor, who had been restored to her service, came to her.
"Connor," said she, "I shall not be able to dine with papa to-day, especially as that wretch Whitecraft is likely to dine with him. Go to Lanigan, and tell him to come to me, for I wish to know if he has any thing light and delicate that he could send to my room; Connor, I am very unhappy."
"But, miss, sure they say that the laws are changed, and that Mr. Reilly may go at large if he wishes."
"I know that, Connor; but send Lanigan to me immediately."
"When Lanigan entered he found the _Cooleen Bawn_ in tears.
"My G.o.d, Miss Folliard," said he, "what is the matter with you? why are you crying, or what have they done to you?"
"Lanigan," she replied, wiping her eyes, "you and Connor only are in our secret; we must fly this night."
"This night, Miss Folliard!"
"This night, Lanigan; and you must a.s.sist us."
"To the last drop of my blood, I will."
"Lanigan, Reilly is discovered."
"Discovered, miss! good G.o.d, how was he discovered?"
"By his hands--by the whiteness of his beautiful hands. Now, Lanigan, Sir Robert, aware that he cannot act the tyrant at present, as he used to do, will instigate my father to some act of outrage against him; for you know, Lanigan, how cowardly, how cruel, how vindictive, the detestable villain is; and most a.s.suredly he will make my credulous and generous, but hot-tempered, father the instrument of his vengeance upon Reilly; and, besides, he will certainly urge him to bring about an immediate marriage between himself and me, to which, it is true, I would, and will die, sooner than consent. I will dine here, Lanigan, for I cannot bear to look upon my dear father, whom I am about to--" Here her tears interrupted her, and she could proceed no farther; at length she recovered herself, and resumed: "I know," she added, "that Whitecraft is now detailing his discovery and his plans. Oh!! that, for Reilly"s sake, I could become acquainted with them!"
"What would you wish for dinner, Miss Folliard?" asked Lanigan calmly.
"For dinner? oh, any thing, any thing; I care not what; but see Reilly, tell him I have a second key for the back gate in the garden, and also for the front; and, Lanigan--"
"Well, Miss Folliard; but, for G.o.d"s sake, don"t cry so; your eyes will get red, and your father may notice it."
"True, thank you, Lanigan; and Reilly, besides, told me to keep myself calm; but how can I, Lanigan? Oh, my father! my beloved father! how can I abandon--desert him? No, Lanigan, I will not go; say to Reilly--say I have changed my mind; tell him that my affection for my father has overcome my love for him; say I will never marry--that my heart is his, and never will or can be another"s. But then again--he, the n.o.ble-minded, the brave, the generous, the disinterested--alas! I know not what to do, Lanigan, nor how to act. If I remain here, they will strive to force this odious marriage on me; and then some fearful catastrophe will happen; for, sooner than marry Whitecraft, I would stab either him or myself. Either that, Lanigan, or I should go mad; for do you know, Lanigan, that there is insanity in our family, by my father"s side?"
"Unfortunately I know it, Miss Folliard; your uncle died in a mad-house, and it was in that way the estate came to your father. But remember what you say Mr. Reilly told you; be calm; I will send up some light nourishing dinner to you, at the usual hour; and in the meantime I will see him before then, and forge some excuse for bringing it up myself."
"Stay, Lanigan, I am sadly perplexed; I scarcely know what I say; I am in a state of inconceivable distraction. Suppose I should change my mind; it is not unlikely; I am whirled about by a crowd of contending emotions; but--well--let me see--oh, yes--it will be as well, Lanigan, to have two horses ready saddled; that is no crime, I hope, if we should go. I must, of course, put on my riding habit."
"Begging your pardon, Miss Folliard, you"ll do no such thing; would you wish to have yourself discovered in the first inn you might put up at?
No, dress yourself in one of Connor"s dresses so that you may appear as humble as possible, and any thing but a lady of rank; otherwise, it will be difficult for you to escape observation."
"Well, Lanigan, all I can say is, that he and I shall place ourselves under your advice and guidance. But my father--oh, my dear father!" and again she wrung her hands and wept bitterly.
"Miss Helen," said he, "as sure as the Lord"s in heaven, you will discover yourself; and, after all, how do you know that Sir Robert has found out Mr. Reilly? Sure it"s nothing but bare suspicion on both your parts. At any rate, I"ll saddle Paudeen O"Rafferty wid my own hands, and I"ll put on Molly Crudden"s big pillion, for you know she"s too fat to walk to ma.s.s, and you will feel yourself quite easy and comfortable in it"
"No, no, Lanigan; I know not why the impression is on me; but I feel as if I were never to experience comfort more. Go to Mr. Reilly; make what arrangements he and you may think proper, and afterwards you can acquaint me with them. You see, Lanigan, in what a state of excitement and uncertainty I am. But tell Reilly that, rather than be forced into a marriage, with Whitecraft--rather than go distracted--rather than die--I shall fly with him."
CHAPTER XIX.--Reilly"s Disguise Penetrated
--Fergus Reilly is on the Trail of the Rapparee--He Escapes--Sir Robert begins to feel Confident of Success.
Lanigan, on pa.s.sing the dining parlor, heard what he conceived to be loud and angry voices inside the room, and as the coast was clear he deliberately put his ear to the key-hole, which ear drank in the following conversation:
"I say, Sir Robert, I"ll shoot the villain. Do not hold me. My pistols are unloaded and loaded every day in the year; and ever since I transported that rebel priest I never go without them. But are you sure, Sir Robert? Is it not possible you may be mistaken? I know you are a suspicious fellow; but still, as I said, you are, for that very reason, the more liable to be wrong. But, if it is he, what"s to be done, unless I shoot him?"
"Under the last Administration, sir, I could have answered your question; but you know that if you shoot him now you will be hanged.
All that"s left for us is simply to effect this marriage the day after tomorrow; the doc.u.ments are all ready, and in the course of to-morrow the license can be procured. In the meantime, you must dispatch him to-night."
"What do you mean, Sir Robert?"
"I say you must send him about his business. In point of fact, I think the fellow knows that he is discovered, and it is not unlikely that he may make an effort to carry off your daughter this very night."
"But, Sir Robert, can we not seize him and surrender him to the authorities? Is he not an outlaw?"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Folliard, he is not an outlaw; I stretched a little too far there. It is true I got his name put into the _Hew and-Cry_, but upon representations which I cannot prove."