“It was then Handassah put in a word; the minx was ever ready at that. ‘Fear not,’ said she, ‘that she will wed Sir Ranulph. Deliver her to her friends, I beseech you, Sir Luke, and woo her honourably. She will accept you.’ Sir Luke stared incredulously, and grim old Alan smiled. ‘She has sworn to be yours,’ continued Handassah; ‘sworn it by every hope of heaven, and the oath has been sealed by blood—by Sybil’s blood.’—’Does she speak the truth?’ asked Sir Luke, trembling with agitation. Miss Mowbray answered not. ‘You will not deny it, lady,’ said Handassah. ‘I heard that oath proposed. I saw it registered. You cannot deny it.’—’I do not,’ replied Miss Mowbray, with much anguish of manner; ‘if he claim me, I am his.’—’And he will claim you,’ said Alan Rookwood, triumphantly. ‘He has your oath, no matter how extorted—you must fulfil your vow.’—’I am prepared to do so,’ said Eleanor. ‘But if you would not utterly destroy me, let this maid conduct me to my mother, to my friends.’—’To Ranulph?’ asked Sir Luke, bitterly.—’No, no,’ returned Miss Mowbray, in accents of deepest despair, ‘to my mother—I wish not to behold him again.’—’Be it so,’ cried Sir Luke; ‘but remember, in love or hate, you are mine; I shall claim the fulfilment of your oath. Farewell. Handassah shall lead you to your mother.’ Miss Mowbray bowed her head, but returned no answer, while, followed by old Alan, Sir Luke departed from the cavern.”
“Whither went they?” demanded Turpin.
“That I know not,” replied Jerry. “I was about to follow, when I was prevented by the abrupt entrance of another party. Scarcely, I think, could the two Rookwoods have made good their retreat, when shouts were heard without, and young Ranulph and Major Mowbray forced their way, sword in hand, into the cave. Here was a situation—for me, I mean—to the young lady, I make no doubt, it was pleasant enough. But my neck was in jeopardy. However, you know I am not deficient in strength, and upon the present occasion, I made the best use of the agility with which nature has endowed me. Amidst the joyous confusion—the sobbings, and embracings, and congratulations that ensued—I contrived, like a wild cat, to climb the rocky side of the cave, and concealed myself behind a jutting fragment of stone. It was well I did so, for scarcely was I hidden, when in came old Barbara, followed by Mrs. Mowbray, and a dozen others.”
“Barbara!” ejaculated Dick. “Was she a prisoner?”
“No,” replied Jerry, “the old hell-cat is too deep for that. She had betrayed Sir Luke, and hoped they would seize him and his granddad. But the birds were flown.”
“I’m glad she was balked,” said Dick. “Was any search made after them?”
“Can’t say,” replied Jerry. “I could only indistinctly catch the sounds of their voices from my lofty retreat. Before they left the cavern, I made out that Mrs. Mowbray resolved to go to Rookwood, and to take her daughter thither—a proceeding to which the latter demurred.”
“To Rookwood,” said Dick, musingly. “Will she keep her oath, I wonder?”
“That’s more than I can say,” said Jerry, sipping his punch.
“‘Tis a deceitful sex, indeed,” echoed Dick, tossing off a tumbler. “For one Sybil we meet with twenty Handassahs, eh, count.”
“Twenty!—say rather a hundred,” replied Jerry. “‘Tis a vile sex!”
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CHAPTER II
TOM KING
PEACE, base calumniators,” exclaimed Tom King, aroused from his toothpick reverie by these aspersions of the best part of creation. “Peace, I say. None shall dare abuse that dear devoted sex in the hearing of their champion, without pricking a lance with him in their behalf. What do you, either of you, who abuse woman in that wholesale style, know of her? Nothing—less than nothing; and yet you venture, upon your paltry experience, to lift up your voices and decry the sex. Now I do know her; and upon my own experience avouch, that, as a sex, woman, compared with man, is as an angel to a devil. We ’tis that make her otherwise; we, selfish, exacting, neglectful men; we teach her indifference, and then blame her apt scholarship. We spoil our own hand, and then blame the cards. No abuse of women in my hearing. Give me a glass of grog, Dick. —The sex!—three times three!’—and here’s a song for you into the bargain.” Saying which, in a mellow plaintive tone, Tom gave the following: