A Cloud in the Horizon.

But it must not be imagined that Sir Jocelyn’s whole time was passed in attendance on the court.  Not a day flew by that he did not pay a visit to Aveline.  She had taken a little cottage, where she dwelt in perfect seclusion, with one female attendant, old Dame Sherborne,—­the same who had accompanied her on her compulsory visit to Sir Giles Mompesson,—­and her father’s faithful old servant, Anthony Rocke.  To this retreat, situated in the then rural neighbourhood adjoining Holborn, Sir Jocelyn, as we have said, daily repaired, and the moments so spent were the most delicious of his life.  The feelings of regard entertained for him from the first by Aveline, had by this time ripened into love; yet, mindful of her solemn promise to her father, she checked her growing affection as much as lay in her power, and would not, at first, permit any words of tenderness to be uttered by him.  As weeks, however, and even months, ran on, and no one appeared to claim her hand, she began to indulge the hope that the year of probation would expire without molestation, and insensibly, and almost before she was aware of it, Sir Jocelyn had become complete master of her heart.  In these interviews, he told her all that occurred to him at court—­acquainted her of his hopes of aggrandisement—­and induced her to listen to his expectations of a brilliant future, to be shared by them together.

The severe shock Aveline had sustained in the death of her father had gradually worn away, and, if not free from occasional depression, she was still enabled to take a more cheerful view of things.  Never had she seen Sir Jocelyn so full of ardour as on the day after the banquet, when he came to communicate the intelligence of the jousts, and that he was selected to essay his skill against that of Buckingham.  The news, however, did not produce upon her the effect he expected.  Not only she could not share his delight, but she was seized with anticipations of coming ill, in connection with this event, for which she could not account.  Nor could all that Jocelyn said remove her misgivings; and, in consequence, their meeting was sadder than usual.

On the next day, these forebodings of impending calamity were most unexpectedly realised.  A mysterious personage, wrapped in a long black cloak, and wearing a mask, entered her dwelling without standing upon the ceremony of tapping at the door.  His presence occasioned her much alarm, and it was not diminished when he told her, in a stern, and peremptory tone, that she must accompany him to Sir Giles Mompesson’s habitation.  Refusing to give any explanation of the cause of this strange summons, he said she would do well to comply with it,—­that, indeed, resistance would be idle as Sir Giles was prepared to enforce his orders; and that he himself would he responsible for her safety.  Compelled to be satisfied with these assurances, Aveline yielded to the apparent necessity of the case, and set forth with him, attended