We return to the party from whom Fergus Reilly had so narrow an escape. As our readers may expect, they bent1 their steps to the magnificent residence of Sir Robert Whitecraft. That gentleman was alone in his library, surrounded by an immense collection of books which he never read. He had also a fine collection of paintings, of which he knew no more than his butler, nor perhaps so much. At once sensual, penurious2, and bigoted3, he spent his whole time in private profligacy—for he was a hypocrite, too—in racking his tenantry, and exhibiting himself as a champion for Protestant principles. Whenever an unfortunate Roman Catholic, whether priest or layman4, happened to infringe5 a harsh and cruel law of which probably he had never heard, who so active in collecting his myrmidons, in order to uncover, hunt, and run down his luckless victim? And yet he was not popular. No one, whether of his own class or any other, liked a bone in his skin. Nothing could infect him with the genial6 and hospitable7 spirit of the country, whilst at the same time no man living was so anxious to partake of the hospitality of others, merely because it saved him a meal. All that sustained his character at the melancholy9 period of which we write was what people called the uncompromising energy of his principles as a sound and vigorous Protestant.
“Sink them all together,” he exclaimed upon this occasion, in a kind of soliloquy—“Church and bishop10 and parson, what are they worth unless to make the best use we can of them? Here I am prevented from going to that girl to-night—and that barbarous old blockhead of a squire11, who was so near throwing me off for a beggarly Papist rebel: and doubly, trebly, quadruply cursed be that same rebel for crossing my path as he has done. The cursed light-headed jade12 loves him too—there's no doubt of that—but wait until I get him in my clutches, as I certainly shall, and, by —-, his rebel carcass shall feed the crows. But what noise is that? They have returned; I must go down and learn their success.”
He was right. Our friend the tipsy sergeant13 and his party were at the hall-door, which was opened as he went down, and he ordered lights into the back parlor14. In a few minutes they were ushered15 in, where they found him seated as magisterially17 as possible in a large arm-chair.
“Well, Johnston,” said he, assuming as much dignity as he could, “what has been your success?”
“A bad evening's sport, sir; we bagged nothing—didn't see a feather.”
“Talk sense, Johnston,” said he sternly, “and none of this cant18. Did you see or hear any thing of the rebel?”
“Why, sir, we did; it would be a devilish nice business if a party led and commanded by George Johnston should go out without hearin' and seein' something.”
“Well, but what did you see and hear, sir?”
“Why, we saw Reilly's house, and a very comfortable one it is; and we heard from the servants that he wasn't at home.”
“You're drunk, Johnston.”
“No, sir, begging your pardon, I'm only hearty19; besides, I never discharge my duty half so well as when I'm drunk; If feel no colors then.”
“Johnston, if I ever know you to get drunk on duty again I shall have you reduced.”
“Reduced!” replied Johnston, “curse the fig20 I care whether you do or not; I'm actin' as a volunteer, and I'll resign.”
“Come, sir,” replied Sir Robert, “be quiet; I will overlook this, for you are a very good man if you could keep yourself sober.”
“I told you before, Sir Robert, that I'm a better man when I'm drunk.”
“Silence, sir, or I shall order you out of the room.”
“Please your honor,” observed Steen, “I have a charge to make against George Johnston.”
“A charge, Steen—what is it? You are a staunch, steady fellow, I know; what is this charge?”
“Why, sir, we met a suspicious character on the old bridle21 road beyond Reilly's, and he refused to take him prisoner.”
“A poor half-Papist beggarman, sir,” replied Johnston, “who was on his way to my uncle's to stop there for the night. Divil a scarecrow in Europe would exchange clothes with him without boot.”
Steen then related the circumstances with which our readers are acquainted, adding that he suggested to Johnston the necessity of sending a couple of men up with him to ascertain22 whether what, he said was true or not; but that he flatly refused to do so—and after some nonsense about a barn he let him off.
“I'll tell you what, sir,” said Johnston, “I'll hunt a priest or a Papish that breaks the law with any man livin', but hang me if ever I'll hunt a harmless beggarman lookin' for his bit.”
At this period of the conversation the Red Rapparee, now in military uniform, entered the parlor, accompanied by some others of those violent men.
“Steen,” said the baronet, “what or who do you suppose this ragged23 ruffian was?”
“Either a Rapparee, sir, or Reilly himself.”
“O'Donnel,” said he, addressing the Red Robber, “what description of disguises do these villains24 usually assume? Do they often go about as beggarmen?”
“They may have changed their hand, sir, since I became a legal subject, but, before that, three-fourths of us—of them—the villains, I mane—went about in the shape of beggars.”
“That's important,” exclaimed the baronet. “Steen, take half a dozen mounted men—a cavalry26 party have arrived here a little while ago, and are waiting further orders—I thought if Reilly had been secured it might have been necessary for them to escort him to Sligo. Well, take half a dozen mounted I men, and, as you very properly suggested, proceed with all haste to farmer Graham's, and see whether this mendicant27 is there or not; if he is there, take him into custody28 at all events, and if he is not, then it is clear he is a man for whom we ought to be on the lookout29.”
“I should like to go with them, your honor,” said the Red Rapparee.
“O'Donnel,” said Sir Robert, “I have other business for you to-night.”
“Well, plaise your honor,” said O'Donnel, “as they're goin' in that direction, let them turn to the left after passin' the little stranie that crosses the road, I mane on their way home; if they look sharp they'll find a little boreen that—but indeed they'll scarcely make it out in the dark, for it's a good way back in the fields—I mane the cabin of widow Buckley. If there's one house more than another in the whole countryside where! Reilly is likely to take shelter in, that's it. He gave her that cabin and a large garden free, and besides allows her a small yearly pension. But remember, you can't bring your horses wid you—you must lave some of the men to take charge of them in the boreen till you come back. I wish you'd let me go with them, sir.”
“I cannot, O'Donnel; I have other occupation for you to-night.”
Three or four of them declared that they knew the cottage right well, and could find it out without much difficulty. “They had been there,” they said, “some six or eight months before upon a priest chase.” The matter was so arranged, and the party set out upon their expedition.
It is unnecessary to say that these men had their journey for nothing; but at the same time one fact resulted from it, which I was, that the ragged mendicant they had met must have been some one well worth looking after. The deuce of it was, however, that, owing to the darkness of the night, there was not one among them who could have known Fergus the next day if they had met him. They knew, however, that O'Donnel, the Rapparee, was a good authority on the subject, and the discovery of the pretended mendicant's imposture30 was a proof of it. On this account, when they had reached the boreen alluded31 to, on their return from Graham's, they came to the resolution of leaving their horses in charge, as had been suggested to them, and in silence, and with stealthy steps, pounce32 at once into the widow's cabin. Before they arrived there, however, we shall take the liberty of preceding them for a few minutes, and once more transport our readers to its bright but humble33 hearth34.
About three hours or better had elapsed, and our two friends were still seated, maintaining the usual chat with Mrs. Buckley, who had finished her prayers and once, more rejoined them.
“Fergus, like a good fellow,” whispered Reilly, “slip out for a minute or two; there's—a circumstance I wish to mention to Molly—I assure you it's of a very private and particular nature and only for her own ear.”
“To be sure,” replied Fergus; “I want, at all events, to stretch my legs, and to see what the night's about.”
He accordingly left the cabin.
“Mrs. Buckley,” said Reilly, “it was not for nothing I came here to-night. I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Your favor's granted, sir,” she replied—“granted, Mr. Reilly, even before I hear it—that is, supposin' always that it's in my power—to do it for you.”
“It is simply to carry a letter—and be certain that it shall be delivered to the proper person.”
“Well,” she replied, “sure that's aisily done. And where am I to deliver it?” she asked.
“That I shall let you know on some future occasion—perhaps within the course of a week or so.”
“Well, sir,” she replied, “I'd go twenty miles to deliver it—and will do so wid a heart and a half.”
“Well, Molly, I can tell you your journey won't be so far; but there is one thing you are to observe—you must never breathe it to a human creature.”
“I thought you knew me better, Mr. Reilly.”
“It would be impossible, however, to be too strict here, because you don't know how much depends upon it.”
At this moment Fergus put in his head, and said, “For Christ's sake, snuff out the candle, and Reilly—fly!—There are people in the next field!—quick!—quick!”
Reilly snatched up his hat, and whispered to the widow, “Deny that you saw me, or that there was any one here!—Put out the candle!—they might see our figures darkening the light as we go out!”
Fergus and Reilly immediately planted themselves behind a whitethorn hedge, in a field adjoining the cabin, in order to reconnoitre the party, whoever they might be, which they could do in safety. This act of reconnoitering, however, was performed by the ear, and not at all by the eye; the darkness of the night rendered that impossible. Of course the search in the widow's cabin was equally fruitless.
“Now,” whispered Reilly, “we'll go in a line parallel with the road, but at a safe distance from them, until they reach the cross-roads. If they turn towards my house, we are forewarned, but if they turn towards Sir Robert's, it is likely that I may have an opportunity of securing my cash and papers.” On reaching the cross-roads alluded to, the party, much to the satisfaction of Reilly and his companion, did turn towards the residence of Sir Robert Whitecraft, thus giving the fugitives35 full assurance that nothing further was to be apprehended36 from them that night. The men in fact felt fatigued37 and were anxious to get to bed.
After approaching Reilly's house very cautiously, and with much circumspection—not an outhouse, or other place of concealment38, having been left unexamined—they were about to enter, when Reilly, thinking that no precaution on such an occasion ought to be neglected, said:
“Fergus, we are so far safe; but, under all circumstances, I think it right and prudent39 that you should keep watch outside. Mark me, I will place Tom Corrigan—you know him—at this window, and if you happen to see anything in the shape of a human being, or to hear, for instance, any noise, give the slightest possible tap upon the glass, and that will be sufficient.”
It was so arranged, and Reilly entered the house; but, as it happened, Fergus's office proved a sinecure40; although, indeed, when we consider his care and anxiety, we can scarcely say so. At all events, Reilly returned in about half an hour, bearing under his arm a large dark portfolio41, which, by the way, was securely locked.
“Is all right?” asked Fergus.
“All is right,” replied the other. “The servants have entered into an arrangement to sit up, two in turn each night, so as to be ready to give me instant admittance whenever I may chance to come.”
“But now where are you to place these papers?” asked his companion. “That's a difficulty.”
“It is, I grant,” replied Reilly, “but after what has happened, I think widow Buckley's cabin the safest place for a day or two. Only that the hour is so unseasonable, I could feel little difficulty in finding a proper place of security for them, but as it is, we must only deposit them for the present with the widow.”
The roads of Ireland at this period—if roads they could be called—were not only in a most shameful42, but dangerous, state. In summer they were a foot deep with dust, and in winter at least eighteen inches with mud. This, however, was by no means the worst of it. They were studded, at due intervals43, with ruts so deep that if a horse! happened to get into one of them he went down to the saddle-skirts. They were treacherous44, too, and such as no caution could guard against; because, where the whole surface of the road was one mass of mud, it was impossible to distinguish these horse-traps at all. Then, in addition to these, were deep gullies across the roads, worn away by small rills, proceeding45 from rivulets46 in the adjoining uplands, which were; principally dry, or at least mere8 threads of | water in summer, but in winter became pigmy torrents47 that tore up the roads across which they passed, leaving them in the dangerous state we have described.
As Reilly and his companion had got out upon the road, they were a good deal surprised, and not a little alarmed, to see a horse, without a rider, struggling to extricate48 himself out of one of the ruts in question. “What is this?” said Fergus. “Be on your guard.”
“The horse,” observed Reilly, “is without! a rider; see what it means.”
Fergus approached with all due caution, and on examining the place discovered a man lying apparently49 in a state of insensibility.
“I fear,” said he, on returning to Reilly, “that his rider has been hurt; he is lying senseless about two or three yards before the horse.”
“My God!” exclaimed the other, “perhaps he has been killed; let us instantly assist him. Hold this portfolio whilst I render him whatever assistance I can.”
As he spoke50 they heard a heavy groan51, and on approaching found the man sitting; but still unable to rise.
“You have unfortunately been thrown, sir,” said Reilly; “I trust in God you are not seriously hurt.”
“I hope not, sir,” replied the man, “but I was stunned52, and have been insensible for some time; how long I cannot say.”
“Good gracious, sir!” exclaimed Reilly, “is this Mr. Brown?”
“It is, Mr. Reilly; for heaven's sake aid me to my limbs—that is, if I shall be able to stand upon them.” Reilly did so, but found that he could not stand or walk without' assistance. The horse, in the meantime, had extricated53 himself.
“Come, Mr. Brown,” said Reilly, “you! must, allow me to assist you home. It is very fortunate that you have not many perches54 to go. This poor man will lead your horse up to the stable.”
“Thank you, Mr. Reilly,” replied the gentleman, “and in requital55 for your kindness you must take a bed at my house tonight. I am aware of your position,” he added in a confidential56 voice, “and that you cannot safely sleep in your own; with me you will be secure.”
Reilly thanked him, and said that this kind offer was most welcome and acceptable, as, in point of fact, he scarcely knew that night where to seek rest with safety. They accordingly proceeded to the parsonage—for Mr. Brown was no other than the Protestant rector of the parish, a man with whom Reilly was on the most friendly and intimate terms, and a man, we may add, who omitted no opportunity of extending shelter, protection, and countenance57 to such Roman Catholics as fell under the suspicion or operation of the law. On this occasion he had been called very suddenly to the deathbed of a parishioner, and was then on his return home, after having administered to the dying man the last consolations58 of religion.
On reaching the parsonage, Fergus handed the portfolio to its owner, and withdrew to seek shelter in some of his usual haunts for the night; but Mr. Brown, aided by his wife, who sat up for him, contrived59 that Reilly should be conducted to a private room, without the knowledge of the servants, who were sent as soon as possible to bed. Before Reilly withdrew, however, that night, he requested Mr. Brown to take charge of his money and family papers, which the latter did, assuring him that they should be forthcoming whenever he thought proper to call for them. Mr. Brown had, not been seriously hurt, and was able in a day or two to pay the usual attention to the discharge of his duties.
Reilly, having been told where to find his bedroom, retired60 with confidence to rest. Yet we can scarcely term it rest, after considering the tumultuous and disagreeable events of the evening. He began to ponder upon the life of persecution61 to which Miss Folliard must necessarily be exposed, in consequence of her father's impetuous and fiery62 temper; and, indeed, the fact was, that he felt this reflection infinitely63 more bitter than any that touched himself. In these affectionate calculations of her domestic persecution he was a good deal mistaken, however, Sir Robert Whitecraft had now gained a complete ascendancy64 over the disposition65 and passions of her father. The latter, like many another country squire—especially of that day—when his word and will were law to his tenants66 and dependants67, was a very great man indeed, when dealing68 with them. He could bluster69 and threaten, and even carry his threats into execution with a confident swagger that had more of magisterial16 pride and the pomp of property in it, than a sense of either light or justice. But, on the other hand, let him meet a man of his own rank, who cared nothing about his authority as a magistrate70, or his assumption as a man of large landed property, and he was nothing but a poor weak-minded tool in his hands. So far our description is correct; but when such a knave71 as Sir Robert Whitecraft came in his way—a knave at once calculating, deceitful, plausible72, and cunning—why, our worthy73 old squire, who thought himself a second Solomon, might be taken by the nose and led round the whole barony.
There is no doubt that he had sapiently74 laid down his plans—to harass75 and persecute76 his daughter into a marriage with Sir Robert, and would have probably driven her from under his roof, had he not received the programme of his conduct from Whitecraft. That cowardly caitiff had a double motive77 in this. He found that if her father should “pepper her with persecution,” as the old fellow said, before marriage, its consequences might fall upon his own unlucky head afterwards—in other words, that Helen would most assuredly make him then suffer, to some purpose, for all that his pretensions78 to her hand had occasioned her to undergo previous to their union; for, in truth, if there was one doctrine79 which Whitecraft detested80 more than another—and with good reason too—it was that of Retribution.
“Mr. Folliard,” said Whitecraft in the very last conversation they had on this subject, “you must not persecute your daughter on my account.”
“Mustn't I? Why hang it, Sir Robert, isn't persecution the order of the day? If she doesn't marry you quietly and willingly, we'll turn her out, and hunt her like a priest.”
“No, Mr. Folliard, violence will never do. On the contrary, you must change your hand, and try an opposite course. If you wish to rivet81 her affections upon that Jesuitical traitor82 still more strongly, persecute her; for there is nothing in this life that strengthens love so much as opposition83 and violence. The fair ones begin to look upon themselves as martyrs84, and in proportion as you are severe and inexorable, so in proportion are they resolved to win the crown that is before them. I would not press your daughter but that I believe love to be a thing that exists before marriage—never after. There's the honeymoon85, for instance. Did ever mortal man or mortal woman hear or dream of a second honeymoon? No, sir, for Cupid, like a large blue-bottle, falls into, and is drowned, in the honey-pot.”
“Confound me,” replied the squire, “if I understand a word you say. However, I dare say it may be very good sense for all that, for you always had a long noddle. Go on.”
“My advice to you then, sir, is this-make as few allusions86 to her marriage with me as possible; but, in the meantime, you may praise me a little, if you wish; but, above all things, don't run down Reilly immediately after paying either my mind or person any compliment. Allow the young lady to remain quiet for a time. Treat her with your usual kindness and affection; for it is possible, after all, that she may do more from her tenderness and affection for you than we could expect from any other motive; at all events, until we shall succeed in hanging or transporting this rebellious87 scoundrel.”
“Very good—so he is. Good William! what a son-in-law I should have! I who transported one priest already!”
“Well, sir, as I was saying, until we shall have succeeded in hanging or transporting him. The first would be the safest, no doubt: but until we shall be able to accomplish either one or the other, we have not much to expect in the shape of compliance88 from your daughter. When the villain25 is removed, however, hope, on her part, will soon die out—love will lose its pabulum.”
“Its what?” asked the squire, staring at him with a pair of round eyes that were full of perplexity and wonder.
“Why, it means food, or rather fodder89.”
“Curse you, sir,” replied the squire indignantly; “do you want to make a beast of my daughter?”
“But it's a word, sir, applied90 by the poets, as the food of Cupid.”
“Cupid! I thought he was drowned in the honey-pot, yet he's up again, and as brisk as ever, it appears. However, go on—let us understand fairly what you're at. I think I see a glimpse of it; and knowing your character upon the subject of persecution as I do, it's more, I must say, than I expected from you. Go on—I bid you.”
“I say, then, sir, that if Reilly were either hanged or out of the country, the consciousness of this would soon alter matters with Miss Folliard. If you, then, sir, will enter into an agreement with me, I shall undertake so to make the laws bear upon Reilly as to rid either the world or the country of him; and you shall promise not to press upon your daughter the subject of her marriage with me until then. Still, there is one thing you must do; and that is, to keep her under the strictest surveillance.”
“What the devil's that?” said the squire.
“It means,” returned his expected son-in-law, “that she must be well watched, but without feeling that she is so.”
“Would it not be better to lock her up at once?” said her father. “That would be making the matter sure.”
“Not at all,” replied Whitecraft. “So sure as you lock her up, so sure she will break prison.”
“Well, upon my soul,” replied her father. “I can't see that. A strong lock and key are certainly the best surety for the due appearance of any young woman disposed to run away. I think the best way would be to make her feel at once that her father is a magistrate, and commit her to her own room until called upon to appear.”
Whitecraft, whose object was occasionally to puzzle his friend, gave a cold grin, and added:
“I suppose your next step would be to make her put in security. No—no, Mr. Folliard; if you will be advised by me, try the soothing91 system; antiphlogistic remedies are always the best in a case like hers.”
“Anti—what? Curse me, if I can understand every tenth word you say. However, I give you credit, Whitecraft; for upon my soul I didn't think you knew half so much as you do. That last, however, is a tickler—a nut that I can't crack. I wish I could only get my tongue about it, till I send it among the Grand Jury, and maybe there wouldn't be wigs92 on the green in making it out.”
“Yes, I fancy it would teach them a little supererogation.”
“A little what? Is it love that has made you so learned, Whitecraft, or so unintelligible93, which? Why, man, if your passion increases, in another week there won't be three men out of Trinity College able to understand you. You will become a perfect oracle94. But, in the meantime, let us see how the arrangement stands. Imprimus, you are to hang or transport Keilly; and, until then, I am not to annoy my daughter with any allusions to this marriage: but, above all things, not to compare you and Reilly with one another in her presence, lest it might strengthen her prejudices against you.”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Folliard. I did not say so; I fear no comparison with the fellow.”
“No matter, Sir Robert, if you did not knock it down you staggered it. Omitting the comparison, however, I suppose that so far I am right.”
“I think so, sir,” replied the other, conscious, “after all, that he had got a touch of 'Roland for his Oliver'.”
Then he proceeded: “I'm to watch her closely, only she's not to know it. Now, I'll tell you what, Sir Robert, I know you carry a long noddle, with more hard words in it than I ever gave you credit for—but with regard to what you expect from me now—”
“I don't mean that you should watch her personally yourself, Mr. Folliard.”
“I suppose you don't; I didn't think you did; but I'll tell you what—place the twelve labors95 of Hercules before me, and I'll undertake to perform them, if you wish, but to watch a woman, Sir Robert—and that woman keen and sharp upon the cause of such vigilance—without her knowing it in one half hour's time—that is a task that never was, can, or will be accomplished96. In the meantime, we must only come as near its accomplishment97 as we can.”
“Just so, sir; we can do no more. Remember, then, that you perform your part of this arrangement, and, with the blessing98 of God, I shall leave nothing undone99 to perform mine.”
Thus closed this rather extraordinary conversation, after which Sir Robert betook himself home, to reflect upon the best means of performing his part of it, with what quickness and dispatch, and with what success, our readers already know.
The old squire was one of those characters who never are so easily persuaded as when they do not fully100 comprehend the argument used to convince them. Whenever the squire found himself a little at fault, or confounded by either a difficult word or a hard sentence, he always took it for granted that there was something unusually profound and clever in the matter laid before him. Sir Robert knew this, and on that account played him off to a certain extent. He was too cunning, however, to darken any part of the main argument so far as to prevent its drift from being fully understood, and thereby101 defeating his own purpose.
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