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The night was not indeed very far advanced, but it | asked Mowbray, rather testily, "to instruct me in the had been so long since Shaws-Castle received a guest, mystery of fagot-making ?" that had Mowbray not heard the rolling of wheels in Not exactly-not exactly," answered the unthe court-yard, he might have thought rather of house- daunted Touchwood; "but there is a right and a breakers than of visiters. But, as the sound of a car- wrong way in every thing—a word by the way, on riage and horses was distinctly heard, it instantly any useful subject, can never fall amiss.-As for my occurred to him, that the guest must be Lord Ether- immediate and more pressing business, I can assure ington. come, even at this late hour, to speak with him you, that it is of a nature sufficiently urgent, since it on the reports which were current to his sister's pre- brings me to a house in which I am much surprised judice, and perhaps to declare his addresses to her to find myself.” were at an end. Eager to know the worst, and to "The surprise is mutual, sir," said Mowbray, bring matters to a decision, he re-entered the apart- gravely, observing that his guest made a pause; ment he had just left, where the lights were still burn is full time you should explain it." ing, and, calling loudly to Patrick, whom he heard in "Well, then," replied Touchwood ; "I must first communing with the postilion, commanded him to ask you whether you have never heard of a certain show the visiter to Miss Mowbray's parlour. It was old gentleman, called Scrogie, who took it into what not the light step of the young nobleman which came he called his head, poor man, to be ashamed of the tramping, or raiher stamping, through the long pas- name he bore, though, owned by many bonest and sage, and up the two or three steps at the end of it. respectable men, and chose to join it to your surname Neither was it Lord Etherington's graceful figure of Mowbray, as having a more chivalrous Norman which was seen when the door opened, but the stout sounding, and, in a word, a gentlemanlike twang?" square substance of Mr. Peregrine Touchwood. "I have heard of such a person, though only lately,"

said Mowbray: "Reginald Scrogie Mowbray was

his name. I have reason to consider his alliance CHAPTER XXXVI.

with my family as undoubted, though you seem to mention it with a sneer, eir. I believe Mr. S. Mow.

bray regulated his family settlements very much upon Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed.

Deserted Village.

the idea that his heir was to intermarry with our

house." STARTING at the unexpected and undesired appa- True, true, Mr. Mowbray,” answered Touchrition which presented itself, in the manner described wood; "and certainly it is not your business to lay at the end of the last chapter, Mowbray yet felt, at the axe to the root of the genealogical tree, that is the same time, a kind of relief

, that his meeting with like to bear golden apples for you-Ha !".. Lord Etherington, painfully decisive as that meeting "Well, well, sir-proceed-proceed,” answered must be, was for a time suspended. So it was with Mowbray. a mixture of peevishness and internal satisfaction, "You niay also have heard that this old gentlethat he demanded what had procured him the honour man had a son, who would willingly have cut up the of a visit from Mr. Touchwood at this late hour. said family tree into fagots; who thought Scroge

“Necessity, that makes the old wife trot,' re- sounded as well as Mowbray, and had no fancy for plied Touch wood; no choice of mine, I assure you an imaginary gențility, which was to be attained by -Gad, Mr. Mowbray, I would rather have crossed the change of one's natural name, and the disowning, Saint Gothard, than run the risk I have done to- as it were, of one's actual relations." night, rumbling through your breakneck roads in that "I think I have heard from Lord Etherington," dd old wheelbarrow.-On my word, I believe I answered Mowbray, "to whose communications I must be troublesome to your butler for a draught of owe most of my knowledge about these Scrogie something-I am as thirsty as a coal-heaver that is people, that old Mr. Scrogie Mowbray was unforworking by the piece. You have porter, I suppose, tunate in a son, who thwarted his father on every or good old Scotch two-penny?!!

occasion,-would enibrace no opportunity which forWith a secret execration on his visiter's effrontery, tunate chances held out, of raising and distinguishing Mr. Mowbray ordered the servant to put down wine the family, -had imbibed low tastes, wandering and water, of which Touchwood mixed a gobletful, habits, and singular objects of pursuit, -on account and drank it off.

of which his father disinherited him." “We are a small family," said his entertainer; "It is very true, Mr. Mowbray,” proceeded Touch"and I am seldom at home-still more seldom re- wood, "that this person did happen to fall under his ceive guests, when I chance to be here I am sorry I father's displeasure, because he scorned forms and have no malt liquor, if you prefer it."

Aummery, - loved better to make money as an honest "Prefer it?" said Touchwood, compounding, how- merchant, than to throw it away as an idle gentle ever, another glass of sherry and water, and adding man,-never called a coach when walking on foot à large piece of sugar, to correct the hoarseness would serve the turn,-and liked the Royal Exchange which, he observed, his might journey might bring on, better than St. James's Park. In short, his father _" to be sure I prefer it, and so does every body, disinherited him, because he had the qualities for except Frenchmen and dandies.- No offence, Mr. doubling the estate, rather than those for squanderMowbray, but you should order a hogshead from ing it. Meux-the brown-stout, wired down for exportation All this may be quite correct, Mr. Touchwood," to the colonies, keeps for any length of time, and in replied Mowbray; but pray, what has this Mr. every climate-I have drank' it where it must have Scrogie, junior, to do with you or me?" cost a guinea a quart, if interest had been counted.” "Do with you or me!" said Touchwood, as if sur

"When I expect the honour of a visit from you, prised at the question; "he has a great deal to do Mr. Touchwood, I will endeavour to be better pro- with me at least, since I am the very man myself.”, vided," answered Mowbray; "at present your ar- The devil you are !" said Mowbray, opening wide rival has been without notice, and I would be glad to his eyes in turn ; "Why, Mr. A-a-your name is know if it has any particular object.”.

Touchwood-P. Touchwood-Paul, I suppose, or "This is what I call coming to the point,” said Mr. Peter-I read it so in the subscription book at the Touchwood, thrusting out his stout legs, accoutred Well.”' as they were with the ancient defences, called boot- Peregrine, sir, Peregrine-my mother would have hose, so as to rest his heels upon the fender. “Upon me so christened, because Peregrine Pickle came out my life, the fire turns the best flower in the garden at during her confinement; and my, poor foolish father this season of the year-I'll take the freedom to acquiesced, because he thought it genteel, and de throw on a log.-Is it not a strange thing, by-the-by, rived from the Willoughbies." I don't like it, and I that one never sees a fagot in Scotland

?" You have always write P. short, and you might have remarked much small wood, Mr. Mowbray, I wonder you do an s. also before the surname- I use at present P. not get some fellow from the midland counties, to S. Touchwood. I had an old acquaintance in the teach your people how to make a fagot."

city, who loved his jest-He always called me Post"Did you come all the way to Shaws-Castle,” script Touchwood.""


take me

“Then, sir," said Mowbray, "if you are really Mr. he died, but had not courage enough to do his legitiScrogie, tout court, I must suppose the name of mate son justice till the sexton had housed him.” Touchwood is assumed ?''

"Good Heaven, sir!" said Mowbray; "and did " What the devil!" replied Mr. P. S. Touchwood, you know all this while, that I was about to bestow " do you suppose there is no name in the English the only sister of my house upon an impostor?” nation will couple up legitimately with my paternal "What was my business with that, Mr. Mowbray?" name of Scrogie, except your own, Mr. Mowbray?-- replied Touchwood; "you would have been very I assure you I got the name of Touchwood, and aangry had any one suspected you of not being sharp pretty spell of money along with it from an old enough to look out for yourself and your sister both. godfather, who admired my spirit in sticking by com- Besides, Lord Ethrington, bad enough as he may be

in other respects, was, till very lately, no impostor, or “Well, sir, every one has his taste-Many would an innocent one, for he only occupied the situation in have thought it better to enjoy a hereditary estate, by which his father had placed him. And, indeed, when keeping your father's name of Mowbray, than to have I understood, upon coming to England, that he was gained another by assuming a stranger's name of gone down here, and, as I conjectured, to pay his Touch wood."

addresses to your sister, to say truth, I did not see he " Who told you Mr. Touchwood was a stranger to could do better. Here was a poor fellow that was me ?" said the traveller ; " for aught I know, he had about to cease to be a lord and a wealthy man; was a better title to the duties of a son from me, than the , it not very reasonable that he should make the most poor old man who made such a fool of himself, by of his dignity while he had it? and if, by marrying a trying to turn gentleman in his old age. He was my pretty girl while in possession of his title, he could grandfather's partner in the great firm of Touch- get possession of the good estate of Nettlewood, why, wood, Scrugie, and Co.-Let me tell you there is as I could see nothing in it but a very pretty way of good ritance in house as in field--a man's part- breaking his fall." wers are his fathers and brothers, and a head clerk "Very pretty for him, indeed, and very convenient may be likened to a kind of first cousin."

too,” said Mowbray; " but pray, sir, what was to be"I meant no offence whatever, Mr. Touchwood come of the honour of my family ?" Scrogie."

Why, what was the honour of your family to Scrogie Touchwood, if you please," said the me?" said Touchwood; "unless it was to recomsenior; the scrog branch first, for it must become mend your family to my care, that I was disinherited rotten ere it become touchwood-ha, ha, ha!--you on account of it. And if this Etherington, or Bul

mer, had been a good fellow, I would have seen all " A singular old fellow this," said Mowbray to the Mowbrays that ever wore broad cloth at Jericho, himself, "and speaks in all the dignity of dollars ; before I had interfered.". but I will be civil to him, till I can see what he is "I am really much indebted to your kindness," driving at.-You are facetious Mr. Touchwood,” he said Mowbray angrily. proceeded aloud. "I was only going to say, that al- "More than you are aware of," answered Touchthough you set no value upon your connexion with wood ; "for, though I thought this Bulmer, even when my family, yet I cannot forget that such a circum- declared illegitimate, might be a reasonable good stance exists; and therefore I bid you heartily wel- match for your sister, considering the estate which come to Shaws-Castle.”'

was to accompany the union of their hands; yet, now "Thank ye, thank ye, Mr. Mowbray-I knew you I have discovered him to be a scoundrel-every way would see the thing right. To tell you the truth, I a scoundrel - I would not wish any decent girl to should not have cared much to come a-begging for marry him, were they to get all Yorkshire, instead of your acquaintance and cousinship, and so forth ; but Nettlewood. So I have come to put you right.”. ihat I thought you would be more tractable in your The strangeness of the news which Touch wood so adversity, than was your father in his prosperity. bluntly communicated, made Mowbray's head turn "Did you know iny fa:her, sır ?" said Mowbray. round like that of a man who grows dizzy at finding

Ay, ay-I came once down here, and was intro- himself on the verge of a precipice. Touchwood obduced to him-saw your sister and you when you served his consternation, which he willingly construed were children-had thoughts of making my will then, into an acknowledgement of his own brilliant genius. and should have clapped you both in before I set out "Take a glass of wine, Mr. Mowbray," he said, to double Cape Horn. But, gad I wish my poor father complacently; "take a glass of old sherry-nothing had seen the reception I got!

I did not let the old like it for clearing the ideas-and do not be afraid of gentleman, Mr. Mowbray of St. Ronan's that

was me, though I come thus

suddenly upon you with such then, smoke my money-bags-that might have made surprising tidings-you will find me a plain, simple, him more tractable--not but that we went on in- ordinary man, that have my faults and my blunders different well for a day or two, till I got a hint that like other people. I acknowledge that much travel my room was wanted, for that the Duke of Devil- and experience have made me sometimes play the knows-what was expected, and my bed was to serve busybody, because I find I can do things better than his valet-de-chambre. - Oh, damn all gentle cousins!' other people, and I love to sec folk stare--it's a way I said I, and off I set on the pad round the world again, have got. But, after all, I am un bon diable, as the and thought no more of the Mowbrays till a year or Frenchman says; and here I have come four or five so ago.

hundred miles to lie quiet among you all, and put all And, pray, what recalled us to your recollec- your little matters to rights, just when you think tion ?"

they are most desperate.' "Why," said Touchwood, "I was settled for some "I thank you for your good intentions," said Mowtime at Smyrna, (for I turn the penny go where I will bray; "but I must needs say, that they would have I have done a little business even since I came here;) been more effectual had you been less cunning in my but being at Smyrna as I said, I became acquainted behalf

, and frankly told me what you knew of Lord with Francis Tyrrel."

Etherington; as it is, the matter has gone fearfully "'The natural brother of Lord Etherington,” said far. I have promised him my sister-I have laid myMowbray.

self under personal obligations to him-and there are Ay, so called," answered Touchwood; "but by other reasons why I fear I must keep my word to this and by he is more likely to prove the Earl of Ether-man, earl or no earl.”. ington himself, and t'other fine fellow the bastard.". "What!" exclaimed Touchwood," would you give

"The devil he is!-You surprise me, Mr. Touch- up your sister to a worthless rascal, who is capable of wood."

robbing the post-office, and of murdering his brother, "I thought I should--I thought I should-Faith, I because you have lost a trifle of money to him? Are am sometimes surprised myself at the turn things you to let him go off triumphantly, because he is a take in this world. But the ihing is not the less cer- gamester as well as a cheat?-You are a pretty fel. tain-the proofs are lying in the strong chest of our low, Mr. Mowbray of St. Ronan’s--you are one of house at London, deposited there by the old Earl, who the happy sheep that go out for wool, and come home repented of his roguery to Miss Martigny long before shorn. Egad, you think yourself a millstone, and


turn out a sack of grain-You flew abroad a hawk, As I live by bread, I am serious," said Touchand have come home a pigeon--You snarled at the wood; "Mr. Cargill performed the ceremony; and Philistines, and they have drawn your eye-teeth with there are two living witnesses who heard them say a vengeance!"

the words, 'I, Clara, take you, Francis,' or what"This is all very witty, Mr. Touchwood,” replied ever the Scottish church puis in place of that mysMowbray; "but wit will not pay this man Éthering. tical formula.” ton, or whatever he is, so many hundreds as I have "It is impossible," said Mowbray; "Cargill dared lost to him."

not have done such a thing-a clandestine proceed"Why, then, wealth must do what wit cannot," ing, such as you speak of, would have cost him his said old Touchwood ; "I must advance for you, that living. I'll bet my soul' against a horse-shoe, it is is all. Look ye, sir, I do not go afoot for nothing-if all an imposition; and you come to disturb me, sir, I have laboured, I have reaped-and, like the fellow amid my family distress, with legends that have no in the old play, 'I have enough, and can maintain my more truth in them than the Alkoran." humour--it is not a few hundreds, or thousands "There are some true things in the Alkoran, (or either, can stand betwixt old P. S. Touchwood and rather, the Koran, for the Al is merely the article his purpose; and my present purpose is to make you, prefixed,) but let that pass- I will raise your wonder Mr. Mowbray of St. Ronan's a free man of the foresi. higher before I am done. It is very true, that your ---You still look grave on it, young man ?-Why, I sister was indeed joined in mariage with this same trust you are not such an ass as to think your dignity Bulmer, that calls himself by the uitle of Etheringoffended, because the plebeian Scrogie comes to the as- ton; but it is just as true, that the marriage is not sistance of the terribly great and old house of Mow- worth a maravedi, for she believed him at the time bray ?

to be another person---to be, in a word, Francis "I am indeed not such a fool," answered Mow- Tyrrel, who is actually what the other pretends to bray, with his eyes still bent on the ground, "to reject be, a nobleman of fortune." assistance that comes to me like a rope to a drown- "I cannot understand one word of all this," said ing man-but there is a circumstance -he stopped Mowbray. "I must to my sister instantly, and short and drank a glass of wine-"a circumstance to demand of her if there be any real foundation for which it is most painful to me to allude--but you these wonderful averments." seem my friend--and I cannot intimate to you more Do not go," said Touchwood, detaining him, strongly my belief in your professions of regard than you shall have a full explanation from me; and by saying, ihat the language held by Lady Penelope to comfort you under your perplexity, I can assure Penfeather on my sister's account, renders it highly you that Cargill's consent to celebrate the nuptials, proper that she were settled in life, and I cannot but was only obtained by an aspersion thrown on your fear, that the breaking off the affair with this man sister's character, which induced him to believe might be of great prejudice to her at this moment. that speedy marriage would be the sole means of They will have Nettlewood, and they may live sepa- saving her reputațion; and I am convinced in my rate--he has offered to make seulements to that own mind it is only the revival of this report which effect, even on the very day of marriage. Her condi- has furnished the foundation of Lady Penelope's tion as a married woman will put her above scandal, chattering." and above necessity, from which, I am sorry to say,

"If I could think so,"-said Mowbray, "if I I cannot hope long to preserve her.”

could but think this is truth--and it seems to explain, “For shame!--for shame !-for shame!" said in some degree, my sister's mysterious conduciTouch wood, accurnulating his words thicker than if I could but think it true, I should fall down and usual on each other ; " would you sell your own flesh worship you as an angel from heaven!" and blood to a man like this Bulmer, whose character "A proper sort of angel," said Touchwood, lookis now laid before you, merely because a disappointed ing modestly down on his short, sturdy, supporters old maid speaks scandal of her? A fine veneration Did you ever hear of an angel in boot-bose? you pay to the honoured name of Mowbray! If my Or, do you suppose angels are sent to wait on bropoor, old, simple father had known what the owners ken-down horse-jockeys ?'' of these two grand syllables could have stooped to "Call me what you will, Mr. Touchwood," said do for merely ensuring subsistence, he would have the young man, "only make out your story true, thought as little of the noble Mowbrays as of the and my sister innocent!" humble Scrogies. And, I dare say, the young lady is “Very well spoken, sir," answered the senior, just such another-eager to get married—no matter very well spoken! But then I understand, you to whom.'

are to be guided by my prudence and experience ? "Excuse me, Mr. Touchwood," answered Mow- None of your G-damme doings, sir-your duels bray; "my sister entertains sentiments so very or your drubbings. Let me manage the atlair for diferent from what you ascribe to her, that she you, and I will bring you through with a flowing and I parted on the most unpleasant terms, in con- sail.”. sequence of my pressing this man's suit upon her. Sir, I must feel as a gentleman,"-said MowGod knows, that I only did so, because I saw no bray. other outlet from this most unpleasant dilemma. "Feel as a fool," said Touchwood, "for that is But, since you are willing to interfere, sir, and aid the true case. Nothing would please this Bulmer me to disentangle these complicated matters, which better than to fight through his rogueries-he knows have, I own, been made worse by my own rashness, very well, that he who can slit a pistol-ball on the I am ready to throw the matter completely into edge of a penknife, will always preserve some sort your hands, just as if you were my father arisen of reputation amidst his scoundrelism-but I shall from the dead. Nevertheless, I must needs express take care to stop that hole. Sit down-he a man my surprise at the extent of your intelligence in of sense, and listen to the whole of this strange these affairs."

story. "You speak very sensibly, young man,” said the Mowbray sat down accordingly; and Touchwood, traveller; "and as for my intelligence, I have for in his own way, and with many characterisuc some time known the finesses of this Master Bul- interjectional remarks, gave him an account of the mer as perfectly as if I had been at his elbow when early loves of Clara and Tyrrel-of the reasons he was playing all his dog's tricks with this family. which induced Bulmer at first to encourage their You would hardly suspect now, he continued, in correspondence, in hopes that his brother would, by a confidential tone,

that what you were so desi- a clandestine marriage, altogether ruin himself with rous a while ago should take place, has in some his father-of the change which took place in his sense actually happened, and that the marriage views when he perceived the importance annexed ceremony has really passed betwixt your sister and by the old Earl to the union of Miss Mowbray with this pretended Lord Etherington ?''

his apparent heir-of the desperate stratagem which Have a care, sir!" said Mowbray, fiercely; "do he endeavoured to play off, by substituting himself not abuse my candour--this is no place, time, or in the room of his brother--and all the consequences, subject, for impertinent jesting.”

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detailed at length by the perpetrator himself, in his to interest yourself in affairs so intimately concerning correspondence with Captain Jekyl.

my family, you had been pleased to act with a little When the whole communication was ended, Mow-more openness towards me. Here have I been for bray, almost stupified by the wonders he had heard, weeks the intimate of a damned scoundrel, whose remained for some time in a sort of reverie, from throat I ought to have cut for his scandalous conduct which he only started to ask what evidence could to my sister. Here have I been rendering her and be produced of a story so strange.

myself miserable, and getting myself cheated every The evidence," answered Touchwood, “of one night by a swindler, whom you, if it had been your who was a deep agent in all these matiers, from pleasure, could have unmasked by a single word. I first to last--as complete a rogue, I believe, as the do all justice to your intentions, sir; but, upon my devil himself, with this difference, that our mortal soul, I cannot help wishing you had conducted yourfiend does not, I believe, do evil 'for the sake of self with inore frankness and less mystery; and I am evil, but for the sake of the profit which attends it. truly afraid your love of dexterity has been too much How far this plea will ava! him in a court of con- for your ingenuity, and that you have suffered matters science,

I cannot tell; but his disposition was so far to run into such a skain of confusion, as you yourself akin to humanity, that I have always found my old will find difficulty in unravelling." acquaintance as ready to do good as harm, providing Touchwood smiled, and shook his head in all the he had the same agio upon the transaction." conscious pride of superior understanding. "Young

"On my soul," said Mowbray, “you must mean man," he said, "when you have seen a little of the Solmes! whom I have long suspected to be a deep world, and especially beyond the bounds of this narvillain--and now he proves traitor to boot. How row island, you will find much more art and dexthe devil could you get into his intimacy, Mr. Touch- / terity necessary in conducting these businesses to an wood ?"

issue, than occurs to a blind John Bull, or a raw "The case was particular," said Touchwood. "Mr. Scotchman. You will be then no stranger to the Solmes, toh active a member of the community to be policy of life, which deals in mining and counterminsatisfied with managing the attairs which his master ing, -now in making feints, now in thrusting with intrusted to him, adventured in a little business on forthright passes. I look upon you, Mr. Mowbray, his own account; and thinking, I suppose, that the as a young man spoiled by staying at home, and late Earl of Etherington had forgotten fully to ac- keeping bad company; and will make it my business, knowledge his services, as valet to his son, he sup- if you submit yourself to my gnidance, to inform your plied that defect by a small check on our house for understanding, so as to retrieve your estate.-Don't1.100, in name, and bearing the apparent signature, don't answer me, sir! because I know too well, by of the deceased. This small mistake being detected, experience, how young men answer on these subjects Mr. Solmes, porteur of the little billet, would have ---they are conceited, sir, as conceited as if they had been consigned to the custody of a Bow-street officer, been in all the four quarters of the world. I hate to but that I found means to relieve him, on condition be answered, sir, I hate it. And, to tell you the truth, of his making known to me the points of private his- it is because Tyrrel has a fancy of answering me, that tory which I have just been communicating to you. I rather make you my confidant on inis occasion, What I had known of Tyrrel at Smyrna, ha

given tha

him I would have had him throw hiinself into me much interest in him, and you may guess it was my arins, and under my directions; but he hesitated not lessened by the distresses which he had sustained -he hesitated, Mr. Mowbray-and I despise hesitaihrough his brother's treachery. By this fellow's tion. If he thinks he has wit enough to manage his means, I have counterplotted all his master's fine own matters, let him try it--let him try it. Not but I schemes. For example, as soon as I learned Bulmer will do all that I can for him, in fitting time and was coming down here, I contrived to give Tyrrel an place; but I will let him dwell in his perplexities and anonymous hint, well knowing he would set off like uncertainties for a little while longer. And so, Mr. the devil to thwart him, and so I should have the Mowbray, you see what sort of an odd fellow I am, whole dramatis personze together, and play them all and you can satisfy me at once whether you mean to off against each other, after my own pleasure." come into my measures-only speak out at once, sir,

“In that case," said Mr. Mowbray, "your expe- for I abhor hesitation.'' dient brought about the rencontre between the two While Touchwood thus spoke, Mowbray was formbrothers, when both might have fallen.”

ing his resolution internally. He was not so inex"Can't deny il-can't deny it," answered Scrogie, perienced as the senior supposed; at least, he could a little discountenanced-"a mere accident-no one plainly see that he had to do with an obstinate, caprican guard every point.-Egad, but I had like to have cious old man, who, with the best intentions in the been baffled again, for Bulmer sent the lad Jekyl, world, chose to have every thing in his own way; who is not such a black sheep neither but what there and, like most petty politicians, was disposed to are some white hairs about him, upon a treaty with throw intrigue and mystery over matters which had Tyrrel, that my secret agent was not admitted to. much better be prosecuted boldly and openly. But Gad, but I discovered ihe whole--you will scarce he perceived at the same time, that Touchwood, as a guess how."

sort of relation, wealthy, childless, and disposed to ** Probably not easily, indeed, sir," answered Mow become his friend, was a person to be conciliated, bray; for your sources of intelligence are not the the rather that the traveller himself had frankly ownnost obvious, any more than your mode of acting the ed that it was Francis Tyrrel's want of deference most simple or most comprehensible."

towards him, which had forfeited, or at least abated, I would not have it so," said Touchwood; "sim- his favour. 'Mowbray recollected also, that the cirple men perish in their simplicity--I carry my eye- cumstances under which he himself stood, did not teeth about me.-And for my source of information-permit him to trifle with returning gleams of good why, I played the eavesdropper, sir-listened-knew fortune. Subduing, therefore, the haughtiness of my landlady's cupboard with the double door-got temper proper to him as an only son and heir, he an. inio it as she has done many a time.-Such a fine swered respectfully, that, in his condition, the advice gentleman as you would rather cut a man's throat, I and assistance of Mr. Scrogie Touchwood were too suppose, than listen at a cupboard door, though the important, not to be purchased at the price of subobject were to prevent murder ?”

niitting his own judgment to that of an experienced I cannot say I should have thought of the expe- and sagacious friend. dient, certainly, sir," said Mowbray.

"Well said, Mr. Mowbray," replied the senior, "I did, though,"said Scrogie," and learned enough well said. Let me once have the management of of what was going on, to give Jekyl a hint that sick- your affairs, and we will brush them up for you with ened him of his commission, I believe-so the game out loss of time.-I must be obliged to you for a bed is all in my own hands. Bulmer has no one to trust for the night, however-it is as dark as a wolf's to but Solines, and Solmes tells me every thing." mouth; and if you will give orders to keep the poor

Here Mowbray could not suppress a movement of devil of a postilion, and his horses too, why, I will be impatience.

the more obliged to you.' "I wish to God, sir, that since you were so kind as Mowbray applied himself to the bell. Patrick an


swered the call, and was much surprised, when the her attachment to Tyrrel, and its fatal consequences. old gentleman, taking the word out of his entertain. Again, still he doubted how that could be still feared er's mouth, desired a bed to be got ready, with a little that there must be more behind than her reluctance fire in the grate; "for I take it, friend," he went on, to confess the fraud which had been practised on her "you have not guests here very often.-And see that by Bulmer; and then, again, he strengthened himself my sheets be not damp, and bid the housemaid take in the first and more pleasing opinion, by recollecting care not to make the bed upon an exact level, but let that, averse as she was to espouse the person he it slope from the pillow to the footposts, at a declivity proposed to her, it must have appeared to her the of about eighteen inches.--And hark ye-get me a completion of ruin, if he, Mowbray, should obtain jug of barley-water, to place by my bedside, with the knowledge of the clandestine marriage. squeeze of a lemon-or stay, you will make it as sour "T'es-0 yes," he said to himself, "she would as Beelzebuh--bring the lemon on a saucer, and I will think that this story would render me more eager in mixit myself.”

the rascal's interest, as the best way of hushing up Patrick listened like one of sense forlorn, his head such a discreditable affair-faith, and she would have turning like a mandarin, alternately from the speaker judged right too; for, had he actually been Lord to his master, as if to ask the latter whether this was Etherington, I do not see what else she could have all reality. The instant that Touchwood stopped, done. But, not being Lord Etherington, and an Mowbray added his fiat.

anointed scoundrel into the bargain, I will content "Let every thing be done to make Mr. Touchwood myself with cudgelling him to death so soon as I comfortable, in the way he wishes."

can get out of the guardianship of this old, med. " Aweel, sir," said Patrick, “I shall tell Mally, to dling, obstinate, self-willed, brisybody. Then, what be sure, and we maun do our best, and-but it's unco is to be done for Clara ?-This mock marriage was late''

a mere bubble, and both parties must draw stakes. And, therefore," said Touchwood, "the sooner She likes this grave Don, who proves to be the stick we get to bed the better, my old friend. I, for one of the right iree, after all-so do not I, though must be stirring early-I have business of life and there be something lordlike about him. I was sure death-it concerns you too, Mr. Mowbray--but no a strolling painter could not have carried it off so. more of that till to-morrow. - And let the lad put up She may marry him, I suppose, if the law is not his horses, and get him a bed somewhere.”

against it, then she has the earldom, and the Oak. Patrick here thought he had gotten upon firm lands, and Nettlewood, all at once.--Gad, we should ground for resistance, for which, displeased with the come in winners, after all-and, I dare say, this old dictatorial manner of the stranger, he felt considera- boy Touchwood is as rich as a Jew-worih a hunbly inclined.

dred thousand at least-He is too peremptory to "Ye may catch us at that, if ye can,” said Patrick; be cut up for sixpence under a hundred thousand. "there's nae post catile come into our stables-Whai - And he talks of putting me to rights-I must not do we ken, but that they may be glandered, as the wince-must stand still to be carried a little-Only, groom says?"

I wish the law may permit Clara's being married “We must take the risk to-night, Patrick," said to this other earl.- A woman cannot marry lw0 Mowbray, reluctantly enough—"unless Mr. Touch- brothers, that is certain :-but then, if she is not wood will permit the horses to come back early next married to the one of them in good and lawful form, morning ?"

there can be no bar to her marrying the other, I "Noi I, indeed," said Touchwood; "safe bind safe should think-I hope the lawyers will talk no ponfind-it may be once away and aye away, and we sense about it-I hope Clara will have no foolish shall have enough to do to-morrow morning. More- scruples.-But, by my word, the first thing I hare over, the poor carrion are tired, and the merciful man to hope is, that the thing is true, for it comes through is merciful to his beast--and, in a word, if the horses but a suspicious channel. I'll away to Clara instantgo back to St. Ronan's Well to-night, I go there for ly-get the truth out of her-and consider what is company."

to be done." It often happens, owing, I suppose, to the perversity Thus partly thougḥt and partly spoke the young of human nature, that subserviency in trifes is more Laird of St. Ronan's, hastily dressing himself

, in difficult to a proud mind, than compliance in matters order to inquire into the strange chaos of events of more importance. Mowbray, like other young which perplexed his imagination. gentlemen of his class, was finically rigid in his sta- When he came down to the parlour where they bsd ble discipline, and even Lord Exnerington's horses supped last night, and where breakfast was prepared had not been admitted into that sanctum sanctorum, this morning, he sent for a girl who acted as his into which he now saw himself obliged to induct two sister's immediate attendant, and asked, "i viss wretched post-hacks. But he submitted with the Mowbray was yet stirring?" best grace he could; and Patrick, while he left their The girl answered, "she had not rung her bell." presence, with lifted-up hands and eyes to execute the "It is past her usual hour," said Mowbray, but orders he had received, could scarcely help thinking she was disturbed last night.' Go, Martha, tell her to that the old man must be the devil in disguise, since get up instantly-say I have excellent good news for he could thus suddenly control his fiery master, even her-or, if her head aches, I will come and tell ibem in the points which he had hitherto seemed to con- to her before she rises-go like lightning. sider as of most vital importance.

Martha went, and returned in a minute or two. "The Lord in his mercy haud a grip of this pụir "I cannot make my mistress hear, sir, knock as cue family! for I, that was born in it, am like to see the as I will. I wish," she added, with that love of ev! end of it." Thus ejaculated Patrick.

presage which is common in the lower ranks, " tha:
Miss Clara may be well, for I never knew her sleep

SO sound.

Mowbray jumped from the chair into which he had thrown himself, ran through the gallery, and knocked

smartly at his sister's door; there was no answe. 'Tis a naughty niglit to swim in. -King Lear.

“Clara, dear Clara !-Answer me but one word-say THERE was a wild uncertainty about Mowbray's but you are well. I frightened you last night-I had ideas, after he started from a feverish sleep on the been drinking wine-I was violent--forgive me! morning succeeding this memorable interview, that Come, do not be sulky-speak but a single wordhis sister, whom he really loved as much as he was say but you are well.” capable of loving any thing, had dishonoured him He made the pauses longer between every branch and her name; and ihe horrid recollection of their of his address, knocked sharper and louder, listened last interview was the first idea which his waking more anxiously for an answer; at length he alimagination was thrilled with. Then came Touch- tempted to open the door, but fonnd it locked, or wood's tale of exculpation-and he persuaded himself, otherwise secured. Does Miss Mowbray always or strove to do so, ihat Clara must have understood lock her door ?" he asked the girl. the charge he fiad brought against her as referring to "Never knew her to do it before, sir; she leaves


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