St. George and St. Michael eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 593 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael.

St. George and St. Michael eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 593 pages of information about St. George and St. Michael.

’What! thou wilt not let me go to Wyfern, to my own house, master Heywood?’ said Dorothy in a tone of disappointment, for her heart now at length began to fail her.

‘Not until Raglan is ours,’ answered Richard.  ’Then shalt thou go where thou wilt.  And go where thou wilt, there will I follow thee, Dorothy.’

From the last clause of this speech he diverted mistress Upstill’s attention by throwing her a gold noble, an indignity which the woman rightly resented—­but stooped for the money!

‘Go tell thy husband that I wait him here,’ he said.

‘Thou shalt follow me nowhither,’ said Dorothy, angrily.  ’Wherefore should not I go to Wyfern and there abide?  Thou canst there watch her whom thou trustest not.’

’Who can tell what manner of person might not creep to Wyfern, to whom there might messages be given, or whom thou mightest send, credenced by secret word or sign?’

‘Whither, then, am I to go?’ asked Dorothy, with dignity.

‘Alas, Dorothy!’ answered Richard, ’there is no help:  I must take thee to Raglan.  But comfort thyself—­soon shalt thou go where thou wilt.’

Dorothy marvelled at her own resignation the while she rode with Richard back to the castle.  Her scheme was a failure, but through no fault, and she could bear anything with composure except blame.

A word from Richard to colonel Morgan was sufficient.  A messenger with a flag of truce was sent instantly to the castle, and the firing on both sides ceased.  The messenger returned, the gate was opened, and Dorothy re-entered, defeated, but bringing her secrets back with her.

‘Tit for tat,’ said the marquis when she had recounted her adventures.  ’Thou and the roundhead are well matched.  There is no avoiding of it, cousin!  It is your fate, as clear as if your two horoscopes had run into one.  Mind thee, hearts are older than crowns, and love outlives all but leasing.’

‘All but leasing!’ repeated Dorothy to herself, and the but was bitter.

CHAPTER LIV.

DOMUS DISSOLVITUR.

Scudamore was now much better, partly from the influence of reviving hopes with regard to Dorothy, for his disposition was such that he deceived himself in the direction of what he counted advantage; not like Heywood, who was ever ready to believe what in matters personal told against him.  Tom Fool had just been boasting of his exploit in escaping from Raglan, and expressing his conviction that Dorothy, whom he had valiantly protected, was safe at Wyfern, and Rowland was in consequence dressing as fast as he could to pay her a visit, when Tom caught sight of Richard riding towards the cottage, and jumping up, ran into the chimney corner beyond his mother, who was busy with Scudamore’s breakfast.  She looked from the window, and spied the cause of his terror.

‘Silly Tom!’ she said, for she still treated him like a child, notwithstanding her boastful belief in his high position and merits, ‘he will not harm thee.  There never was hurt in a Heywood.’

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