It was a fair morning in the June succeeding Holgrave's marriage, that Sudley castle presented a greater degree of splendour than it had exhibited for some years before. Roland de Boteler had wedded1 a noble maiden2, and it was expected that the castle would that day be graced by the presence of its future mistress.
There was a restless anxiety that morning, in every inhabitant of the castle, from old Luke, the steward3, who was fretting4 and fidgetting lest the lady should consider him too old for the stewardship5, to the poor varlet who fed the dogs, and the dirty nief who scoured6 the platters. This anxiety increased when a messenger arrived to announce that the noble party were on the road from Oxford7, and might be expected in a few hours: and when at length a cloud of dust was observed in the distance, old Luke, bare headed, and followed by the retainers and domestics, went forth8 to greet with the accustomed homage9, De Boteler and his bride.
The graceful10 Isabella de Vere was seated on a white palfrey, and attired11 in a riding-dress of green velvet12, while a richly embroidered13 mantle14 or surcoat of the same material, trimmed with minever, fell from her shoulders, and in some measure concealed15 the emblazoned housing that ornamented16 the beautiful animal on which she rode. A pyramidal cap of green satin, with a long veil of transparent18 tissue flowing from the point, and falling so as partly to shadow, and partly reveal the glow of her high-born beauty, was the only head-gear worn that day by the daughter of the Earl of Oxford, and the new baroness20 of Sudley.
On her right hand rode her husband, clad in a tunic21 of fine cloth, in colour resembling the habit of his lady, and mounted on a dark, fiery22 charger, which with difficulty he could rein23 in to the slow pace of the palfrey. On the left of the lady Isabella was her brother, young Robert de Vere, and though but a boy, one might have read much in the lines of that countenance24, of his future destiny. His smooth, dimpled chin, was small and round, and his mouth possessed25 that habitual26 smile, that softly beaming expression, which won for him in after years the regard of the superficial Richard; while there shone a fire in the full dark eyes, which betokened27 the ambitious spirit that was to animate28 the future lord of Dublin, and sovereign of Ireland.
Sparkling with jewels, and attired in a white satin robe, the Lady De Boteler took her seat for the first time, at the table of her lord, and well was she calculated to grace the board. Her person, tall and well formed, possessed that fullness of proportion which is conveyed by the term majestic29; and her movements were exceedingly graceful. She had fine auburn hair, and the thick curls that fell beneath the gemmed30 fillet encircling her head, seemed alternately a bright gold or a dark brown according to the waving of the tress. Her hair and high white forehead which the parted curls revealed, possessed sufficient beauty to have redeemed31 even irregular features from the charge of homeliness32; but Isabella De Vere's face was altogether as generally faultless as falls to the lot of woman.
The guests were numerous, and the evening passed away in feasting and revelry. The blaze of the lights—the full strains of the minstrels—the glad faces and graceful motions of the dancers, the lustre33 of the ladies' jewels, and the glitter of the gold embroidery34 on the dresses of male and female, combined to give to the spacious35 hall that night, more the appearance of a fairy scene, which might dissolve in a moment into air, than a palpable human festivity. The tenantry had also their feasting and their dancing; but these had to pay for their amusement: each tenant36, according to the custom of the manor37, on the marriage of their lord, being obliged to bring an offering in proportion to the land which he held.
On the morrow, accordingly, the vassals39 brought their presents. The lady Isabella, surrounded by visitors and attended by her handmaidens, was seated in the spacious apartment intended for the ceremony, as Edith, supported by Margaret, entered the room. The baroness raised her head and gazed upon the latter, with that complacent40 feeling which beauty seldom fails to inspire. The delicate hue41 of Margaret's cheek was, at this moment, deepened by embarrassment42; and, as kneeling down, she raised her bright blue eyes, the lady thought she had never seen so lovely a creature.
"What is your pleasure with me, maiden?" asked the baroness, in a condescending43 tone.
"Lady," replied Margaret modestly; "I am the wife of one of my lord's vassals; and my mother, and myself, humbly45 beg you will accept this present."
"And is this your present?—What is your name?"
"Margaret Holgrave, lady."
"Look, Lady Anne," said Isabella, displaying a pair of white silk gloves, beautifully wrought46 with gold. "Do you not think this a fair present for a vassal38 to bestow47?"
"The gloves are very beautiful," replied the lady.
"Your gift betokens48 a good feeling, young dame49," said Isabella, turning to Margaret. "But why did you choose so costly50 a present?"
"Indeed, noble lady," replied Margaret, "the gloves cost but little—Edith, here, my husband's mother, knitted them, and I have striven to ornament17 them."
"What! Is this your embroidery?"
"Yes, my lady."
"This is not the work of a novice51, Lady Anne—You are accustomed to needle-work!"
"Yes, my lady—before I was married I obtained my support by making the vestments for some of the monks52 at Hailes Abbey."
"Indeed! very well—and you are this young person's mother-in-law?" said the baroness, for the first time addressing Edith.
"Yes, Baroness De Boteler," replied the old woman.
"Very well," said the lady, and looking alternately at Edith and Margaret, she added, "I accept your gift—you may now retire."
They accordingly withdrew from the chamber53, and, in the court-yard, were joined by Holgrave. "Did the baroness take the gloves?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Margaret, in delight, "and she seemed pleased with the embroidery. O, Stephen, she is so beautiful! She looks like an angel! Does she not, mother?"
"She has beauty, Margaret," answered Edith, "but it is not the beauty of an angel—it has too much of pride."
"But all ladies are proud, mother! I warrant she is not prouder than another."
"May be not, Margaret; but yet that lady who sat at her side, looked not so high as the baroness. There was more sweetness in her smile, and gentleness in her voice."
"O yes, she spoke54 very sweetly, but she is not so handsome as the baron19's lady."
"Margaret," replied Edith; "when you are as old as I, you will not look upon beauty as you do now;—a gentle heart and a pallid55 cheek will seem lovelier then, than brightness and bloom, if there be pride on the brow. But, Stephen, what said the steward when you gave him the gold?"
"Oh, he said mine was the best gift that had been brought yet. But come, mother, it is time we were at home."
The Lady de Boteler, Lady Anne Hammond, and the other ladies, were admiring the embroidered gloves, when De Boteler and Sir Robert Knowles entered the apartment.
"See, Roland," said the baroness, holding the gloves towards her husband; "see, what a pretty gift I have received since you left us!"
"They are indeed pretty," answered De Boteler; "and the fair hands that wrought them deserve praise. What think you, Sir Robert?"
"O, you must not ask Sir Robert for any fine compliment," interrupted the baroness. "They are not a lady's gift—they were presented to me by the wife of one of your vassals."
"The wife of a vassal would not have taste enough to buy such as these; and there is but one about Winchcombe who could work so well. And, by my faith, I now remember that it was part of the tenure56 by which I some time since granted land, to present a pair of gloves.—Was it not a fair-looking damsel, one Stephen Holgrave's wife, that brought them?"
"I think she said her name was Holgrave," replied the lady in a cold tone. "But indeed, my lord baron, you seem to be wondrously57 well acquainted with the faces and the handywork of your vassals' wives!"
"Nay58, Isabella," said the pale interesting lady of Sir Robert Knowles, "it is not strange that my Lord de Boteler should know the faces of those who were born on his land; and this young woman's skill could not fail to have procured59 her notice. But the handiness of her fingers has not made her vain. You know I am fond of reading faces, and I would answer that she is as modest and good as she is fair."
"O, I dare say she is," replied the baroness, and immediately changed the conversation.
The next morning Holgrave received a peremptory60 order to attend at the castle in the afternoon; and the henchman of the baron, who was the bearer of the message, refused to give any information why he had been so summoned. Edith, with her natural penetration61, saw, by the hesitation62 of the servitor, and by the tone in which the mandate63 was conveyed, that something of more than ordinary moment was about to be transacted64, and, with an undefined feeling of alarm, she resolved to accompany her son.
As they entered the court-yard, the henchman, who had delivered the message, accosted65 Holgrave, telling him he must go into the hall to answer to some matter before the baron.
"What is the matter which my son is to answer, friend?" asked Edith; but the man evaded66 the question, and Holgrave, leaving his mother in the outer court-yard, passed through one of the arched doors into the other, and, with a firm step, though with some apprehension67 of evil, entered the hall.
He had scarcely time to give a nod of recognition to several neighbours who stood near the entrance, when the steward approached, and, desiring him to walk further up the hall, placed him at the first step that elevated the upper end, thus cutting off every possibility of communicating with his neighbours. Holgrave felt any thing but composure in his present conspicuous68 situation: though strong in the rectitude of his conscience, yet he felt apprehensions69 and misgivings70; and the strange silence that was observed respecting the intended charge alarmed him the more. As the hall was always open on such occasions, he speedily saw a crowd of vassals pouring in—some anxious to know the event, either through a feeling of friendship or hatred71, and others merely from curiosity. The eyes of each man as he entered, fell, as if instinctively72, upon the yeoman; and he could perceive, as they formed into groups, that he was the subject of their conversation. Presently his mother, supported by an old friend named Hartwell, entered, and he thought she regarded him with an earnest and sorrowful look. But his attention was immediately diverted;—the upper door opened, and De Boteler and the baroness, with Sir Robert and Lady Knowles, entered the hall.
There was near the steps a small table with writing materials, at which the steward ought to have been seated, to write down the proceedings73; but old Luke was not so quick of hearing, or perhaps of comprehension, as Calverley, and the esquire, therefore, took his place.
"Stephen Holgrave," said the baron, in a stern voice, "are these your shafts75?" as he beckoned76 to old Luke to hand the yeoman two arrows which he had hitherto concealed.
Holgrave looked at them an instant—
"Yes, my lord," said he, without hesitation, but yet with a consciousness that the answer was to injure him.
"What, they are yours then?" said De Boteler in a still harsher tone.
Holgrave bowed his head.
"Come forward, keeper," continued the baron, "and state how these arrows came into your hands!"
The keeper made the deposition77 which the reader will have anticipated; and his men were then examined, who corroborated78 the statement of their master.
"Now, Stephen Holgrave," asked the baron, "what have you to say to this?"
"My lord," replied Holgrave, still undaunted, "the shafts are mine; but I am as innocent of the deed as the babe at its mother's breast. Whoever shot the buck79 must have stolen my arrows, in order to bring me into this scrape."
"By my faith, Holgrave, you seem to think lightly of this matter. Do you call it a scrape to commit a felony in your lord's chase? Have you any thing further to urge in your defence?"
There was a momentary80 pause after the baron had ceased. Holgrave hesitated to reply;—he had denied the charge, and he knew not what else to say. But when every eye except Calverley's, from Roland de Boteler's to that of the lowest freeman present, was fixed81 on the accused, expecting his answer, a slight movement was observed among the people, and Edith Holgrave, supported by Hartwell, pressed forward, and stood on the step by the side of her son. The gaze was now in an instant turned from the son to the mother, and Edith, after pausing a moment to collect her faculties82, said, in a loud voice—
"My Lord de Boteler, and you noble sir, and fair dames—it may seem strange that an old woman like me should speak for a man of my son's years; but, in truth, he is better able to defend himself with his arm than his tongue."
"Woman!" interrupted De Boteler impatiently, "your son has answered for himself—retire."
"Nay, my lord," replied Edith, with a bright eye and a flushing cheek, and drawing herself up to a height that she had not exhibited for many years—"nay, my lord, my son is able to defend himself against the weapon of an open foe83, but not against the doings of a covert84 enemy!"
"What mean you, woman?" quickly returned De Boteler; "do you accuse the keeper of my chase as having plotted against your son, or whom do you suspect?"
"Baron de Boteler," replied Edith, with a look and a tone that seemed to gain fresh energy from the kind of menace with which the interrogatories were put, "I do not accuse your keeper. He had an honest father, and he has himself ever been a man of good repute. But I do say," she added in a wild and high tone, and elevating her right hand and rivetting her flashing eyes on Calverley—"I do say, the charge as regards my son is a base and traitorous85 plot."
"Hold your tongue, woman," interrupted De Boteler, who had listened to her with evident reluctance86. "Why do you look so fiercely on my 'squire74. Have you aught against him?"
"My lord baron," replied Edith, "I have nothing to say that can bring home guilt87 to the guilty, or do right to the wronged: but I will say, my lord, that what a man is to-day he will be to-morrow, unless he has some end to answer by changing. The esquire will scarcely give the word of courtesy to the most reputable vassal, and yet did he talk secretly and familiarly with John Byles—and here is one who will swear that he heard him repeat the name of my son, and then something about an arrow."
Old Hartwell now stept forward, and averred88 that he had seen Calverley and Byles talking together in the chase, and that he had overheard the name of Stephen Holgrave repeated in conjunction with an allusion89 to arrows. The circumstance, however, had been quite forgotten until the charge this morning brought it to his memory. This eaves-dropping testimony90 amounted to nothing, even before Calverley denied every particular of the fact, which he did with the utmost composure—
"What motive91 have I to plot against Holgrave?" asked Calverley.
"You have a motive," said Edith, "both in envy and in love. You well know that if this charge could be proved, Stephen Holgrave must die."
Calverley was about to speak, when he was interrupted by De Boteler, who expressed himself dissatisfied with the explanations on both sides:
"The proof is doubtful," said he, suddenly. "Give the fellow back his arrows, and dissolve the court.—Away!"
When the arrows were handed to their owner, he instantly snapt them asunder92.
"What means this, Stephen Holgrave?" asked the baron impatiently.
"My lord, those arrows were used in a foul93 purpose; and Stephen Holgrave will never disgrace his hand by using them again. The time may come, my lord, when the malicious94 coward who stole them shall rue95 this day!"
"Bravely said and done, my stout96 yeoman!" said Sir Robert Knowles, who broke silence for the first time during the investigation97: "and my Lord de Boteler," he continued, addressing the baron, "the arm that acquitted98 itself so well in your defence, you may be assured, could never have disgraced itself by midnight plunder99."
"The blessing100 of the most high God be with you for that, noble sir," said Edith, as she knelt down and fervently101 thanked Sir Robert; and then, leaning on the arm of her son, she left the hall.
"By my faith, Sir Robert," said De Boteler, "Stephen Holgrave wants no counsel while that old dame so ably takes his part. But a truce102 with this mummery. Come along—our time is more precious than wasting it in hearing such varlets."
The baron and his guests then withdrew.
At the distance of nearly a mile from Sudley Castle, and at about a quarter of a mile from the high road that led to Oxford, was a singular kind of quarry103 or cliff. Its elevation104 was considerable, and the portion of the hill visible from the road was covered with the heathy verdure which usually springs from such scanty105 soil; but on passing round to the other side, all the barren unsightly appearance of a half worked quarry presented itself. Huge masses of stone stood firmly as nature had formed them, while others, of a magnitude sufficient to awaken106 in the hardiest107, a sense of danger, hung apparently108 by so slight a tenure, that a passing gust109 of wind, seemed only required to release their fragile hold. But the hill had stood thus unaltered during the remembrance of the oldest inhabitant of Winchcombe. Strange stories were whispered respecting this cliff, but as the honour of the house of Sudley, and that of another family equally noble, were concerned in the tale, little more than obscure hints were suffered to escape.
One evening, as the rumour110 went, a female figure, enveloped111 in a mantle of some dark colour, and holding an infant in her arms, was observed, seated on one of the stones of the quarry, with her feet resting on a fragment beneath. Her face was turned towards Sudley, and as the atmosphere was clear, and her position elevated, the castle could well be distinguished112. Wild shrieks113 were heard by some during that night, and the morning sun revealed blood on fragments of the stone, and on the earth beneath; and at a little distance it was perceived that the grass had been recently dug up, and trodden down with a heavy foot. The peasants crossed themselves at the sight, but no enquiries were made, and from that day the cliff was sacred to superstition115, for no inhabitant of the district would have touched a stone of the quarry, or have dared to pass it after nightfall for the world.
It was beneath the shadow of those impending116 stones, and over the spot, where it was whispered that the murdered had been buried, that Calverley, on the night of the day that Holgrave left scatheless117 the hall of Sudley castle, was pacing to and fro, awaiting the appearance of Byles. "He lingers," said Calverley, as the rising moon told him it was getting late, "I suppose the fool fears to come near this place." But after some minutes of feverish118 impatience119, Byles at length came.
"What detained you, sirrah?" asked the other sharply.
The yeoman muttered an excuse; but his speech betrayed him.
"You have been drinking," said Calverley, with anger. "Could you not have kept sober till you had seen me?"
"Why, Master Calverley, to tell you the truth, that old mother Holgrave frightened me so that—"
"Your childish cowardice120 had like to have betrayed us. Byles, you have not dealt honestly by me in this affair—but you are not in a state to be spoken to now."
"There you are mistaken, squire. I am just as sober as I ought to be to come to this place: but I can't see why we couldn't have talked as well any where else as here!"
"Yes, and have some old gossiping fool break in. No, no—here we are safe. But come nearer, and stand, as I do, in the shadow of the cliff."
"Not a foot nearer, Master Calverley, for all the gold in England. Why, you are standing121 just where the poor lady and her babe were buried!"
"Suppose I am—think you they will sleep the worse because I stand on their grave? Oh! it is a fine thing," he continued, as if following up some reflection in his mind, "to bury those we hate—deep, deep—so that they may never blast our sight again!—Byles, you perjured122 yourself in that affair of the buck. You swore to aid me. You had gold for the service, and yet it would have been better that the beast were still alive, than to have left it behind in the chase: it has only brought suspicion on me, and given Holgrave a fresh triumph!"
"No fault of mine, squire," answered Byles, in a sullen123 tone; "there was no such thing as getting the creature out; and if Sam or I had been caught, it would have been worse still. But bad as Stephen is, he wouldn't have thought of accusing us, if it hadn't have been for that old she-fox, his mother."
"Aye," said Calverley, with a smile—if the curve of a bloodless lip could be so designated—"aye, you name her rightly, Byles: she is a fox, and like a fox shall she die,—hunted—driven—tortured. Byles, have you never heard it said that this woman was a witch?"
"Why—yes—I have, Master Calverley; but in truth I don't like to have any thing to do with her. If she set a spell upon me, I could never do good again. Did not she tell Roger Follett, that if he didn't take care, sooner or later, the gable end of his house would fall? and so, sure enough it did."
"And yet, knowing this woman a witch, you would not assist in ridding the parish of such a pest?"
Byles made no reply.
"Well," resumed Calverley, taking some nobles from a small bag he had in his hand, "these must be for him who will aid me. You have been well paid, John Byles, for the work you did not do, and now,—see if your industry and your profitable farm will befriend you as much as I should have done."
This speech acted as Calverley had anticipated. The yeoman's scruples124 fled; and alarmed at the prospect125 of losing those comforts he had enjoyed since entering into the nefarious126 league, he said more earnestly than he had yet spoken—
"Master Calverly, you will find no man to act more faithfully by you than John Byles. You have been a good friend to me, and I would do any thing to serve you, but——you see a man can't stifle127 conscience all at once."
"Conscience!" repeated Calverley, with a smile of irony128. "Do you know, Byles, I think that conscience of yours will neither serve you in this world, nor in the next! You have too little to make you an honest man, and too much to make you a reckless knave129. But a truce with conscience. I have here," said he, holding up the bag of coin, "that which would buy the conscience of twenty such as you; and now, Byles, if you choose to earn this gold, which will be given to another, if you hesitate, swear on these gospels," presenting to the yeoman a Testament130, "that you will be a faithful and a willing confederate in my future plans respecting the Holgraves. Will you swear?"
"Yes," replied Byles; but as he spoke, he looked wistfully round, in evident trepidation131.
"Are you afraid of good or bad spirits? Nonsense!—do as you have promised, and take the gold."
Byles made the required asseveration, and took the price.
"What are you gazing at, Byles," asked Calverley.
"See, see!" said Byles, pointing to the north-west.
Calverley stept from the shadow of the cliff, and beheld132 a meteor in the sky, brightening and expanding, as the clouds opened, until it assumed the appearance of a brilliant star, of astonishing magnitude, encircled by dazzling rays, which, in a singular manner, were all inclined in one direction, and pointing to that part of the horizon where lay the rival of England—France.
Even in Calverley's breast, the bad passions were for a moment hushed, as he gazed upon the radiant phenomenon; but upon the more gross, and more timorous133 mind of Byles, the effect produced was much more striking. He seemed to imagine, that from that brilliant star, some celestial134 being was about to descend44, and blast him with the wrath135 of heaven: and when a lambent flame, darting136 across the firmament137, played for an instant around the quarry, he concluded that heaven's vengeance138 had, indeed, overtaken him. Rushing from the haunted spot, he stopped not in his headlong course, until he stood in the midst of a group of half-dressed neighbours near his own door, who had been aroused from their slumbers139 to gaze upon the comet.
Calverley, although possessed of more moral courage than Byles, and viewing the meteor with altogether different feelings, was yet not so entirely140 imbued141 with the philosophy of later times, as to behold142 it without apprehension. When Byles had fled, he turned, and walked on towards the castle with a more rapid pace than usual.
Nothing of moment occurred at Sudley Castle for many months, if we except the birth of an heir; the appointment of Mary Byles, through Calverley's influence, to be the nurse; and the accession of Calverley himself to the coveted143 stewardship. The baroness's infant grew a fine, healthy child; but, as is sometimes the case with stout children, it had occasionally convulsive fits in teething. This, however, was carefully concealed from the mother, and Mary continued to receive great praise for her nursing. But it unfortunately happened, that one morning, when the boy had been laughing and playing in the highest spirits, Mary saw its countenance suddenly change. This was the more unfortunate, as De Boteler and his lady were momentarily expected to return, after a fortnight's absence, and Mary had dressed the infant in its gayest apparel to meet its parents, and had been congratulating herself upon the sprightliness144 and health of the boy. No excuses of sleep would satisfy the mother now: if the child was not taken to her, the nurse was assured she would come to look at him, and kiss him as he slept.
At this moment of perplexity, some medicine, that she had obtained from Edith, occurred to her, and, with a feeling of confidence, and almost of extacy, she took a phial from a shelf in a cupboard where she had placed it, and, pouring out the contents in a large spoon, hesitated an instant ere she administered it. "Let me see," said she; "surely it was a large spoonful Edith told me to give—yet all that was in the phial doesn't fill the spoon. Surely I can't be wrong: no—I remember she said a large spoonful, and we didn't talk of any thing else—so I must be right." But Mary still hesitated, till, hearing a sudden noise in the court-yard, which, she conjectured145, was her mistress returned, and as the child was getting worse every moment, she leaned back its head, and, forcing open its mouth, compelled the patient, though with difficulty, to swallow its death. The draught146 was taken; the rigid147 muscles relaxed, and for a minute the child lay motionless in her lap; but in an instant after, Mary could scarcely suppress a shriek114 at the horrid148 sight that met her gaze. The eyes opened, and glared, and seemed as if starting from the head—the fair face and the red lips, were blue, deepening and deepening, till settling in blackness—the limbs contracted—the mouth opened, and displayed a tongue discoloured and swollen—then came a writhing149 and heaving of the body, and a low, agonized150 moan: and, as Mary looked almost frantic151 at this dreadful sight, Edith's words, when she had given her the phial, "that there was enough there to kill," suddenly occurred to her—and then, too, came, with a dreadful distinctness, the remembrance of the true directions which Edith had given.
"Oh, I have murdered the child!" exclaimed Mary, in the dreadful excitement of the moment. "What will become of me? what shall I do? I shall surely be hung. Oh! oh!" she continued, covering her face with her hands, to shut out the sight of the gasping152 infant. At this instant, the door opened; Mary looked up fearfully—it was her husband. "Oh, Byles! Byles! look at this child! What will become of me?"
"The saints preserve us!" ejaculated Byles, as he looked at the babe: "Mary, how is this?"
"Oh! don't ask me; but go for Master Calverley. For God's sake, do not stand as if you were bewitched: see! see! he is dying. The poor child! What will become of me? Run, Byles, run, for mercy's sake, and tell Master Calverley."
Byles stood looking, with a countenance expressive153 of stupified horror, and yet, as if doubting that the livid, distorted, suffering creature could be the fine blooming boy he had so lately seen. At length, aroused by the increasing energy of Mary, he turned silently round and left the room; as he closed the door, the agonized spirit of the little Roland passed away.
In an instant Byles returned with Calverley, and even he started and uttered an exclamation154, as his eyes fell on the ghastly face of the dead child.
"Mary Byles, how did this happen?" asked Calverley, eagerly.
"Master Calverley, I will tell you truly," answered Mary, in a voice scarcely audible from its tremor155. "You have been our best friend, and you would not see me hung? It was all a mistake—I am sure I wouldn't hurt a hair of the dear creature's head." And here the feelings of woman so far prevailed, that she shed some disinterested156 tears.
"You could have no motive to destroy the child—but tell me quickly what you have to say." Calverley spoke with a harshness that instantly recalled all Mary's fears and selfishness.
"Edith Holgrave," said she, "gave me some medicine to—"
"Edith Holgrave!" interrupted Calverley, with a quickness of voice and eagerness of look that told how greatly the name interested him.
"Yes, Edith Holgrave told me to give ten drops out of that little bottle," (pointing to the empty phial,) "and I—gave—but, oh! Master Calverley, I forgot—"
"You gave it all?" said Calverley, impatiently.
"Yes."
"And you will swear it was a draught that Edith Holgrave gave you that has killed the child?" said Calverley, with a brightening countenance.
"Oh, yes," replied Mary; "but, indeed—"
"Nonsense!" interrupted Calverley. "Hear me, or you will be hanged! If you hope to save your life, Mary Byles, you must swear that you gave it according to Edith's directions—breathe not a syllable157 of the drops!"
Mary looked with a fearful wildness at Calverley, as she comprehended his meaning; but Byles said quickly,
"What! do you mean her to hang old Edith?"
"Certainly," returned Calverley, coolly, "unless you prefer a gallows158 for your wife. But I dare say you would rather see Mary hanged than that old witch! I will leave you to manage the matter between yourselves."
"Oh, don't leave us!—don't leave us!" said Byles, in an agony. "Oh, save me! save me!" sobbed159 Mary.
"Was any one present when you gave it?" inquired Calverley, as he turned round and addressed Mary.
"Yes; Winifred handed me the bottle, but the child began to cry, so I sent her out."
"It was well she was here," returned he: "and now, remember—not a word of the drops! swear, simply, that the draught destroyed the infant." And, without awaiting her reply, he seized the pale and trembling Byles by the arm, and dragged him from the room into the passage. He then unlocked a door that had never been observed by either Byles or his wife, and, closing it after them, led the yeoman down a flight of dark steps, and, pausing a moment at the bottom to listen, he unlocked another door, and Byles found himself in a dark passage that branched from one of the entrances to the court-yard to some of the culinary offices. "Go you that way, and I will go this," said Calverley, "and, remember, you know nothing of the child's death." As he spoke, he darted160 from Byles, and gained the court-yard without further observation. He walked carelessly about, till a female domestic passing, he called to her, desiring her to go and ask Mary Byles if the young Lord Roland was ready to meet his parents, as they were momentarily expected. The woman departed, and he walked over to the gate between the front towers as if looking for the return of his lord.
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