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Now you must say that the girl Herbert, whom I recommended to the squire, was a friend of yours; that she gave you the letter of recommendation which I gave her to Mr. Folliard; that having married her sweetheart and left the country with him, you were tempted to present yourself in her stead, and to assume her name. I will call you up by and by; but what name will you take?"
You may go down, sir, for the present." The prosecuting counsel then said: "My lord, we produce Miss Folliard herself to bear testimony against this man. Crier, let Helen Folliard be called." Now was the moment of intense and incredible interest. There was the far-famed beauty herself, to appear against her manly lover.
Nobody went to bed the male servants were all prepared the females, some in tears, and others sustaining and comforting those who were more feeble-hearted. Miss Folliard was in her own room, dressed.
"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.
"What is the name of your present maid?" asked Reilly, musing. "Oh," replied Miss Folliard, "I have three maids altogether, but she has been installed as own maid. Her name is Eliza Herbert." "A native of England, is she not? Eliza Herbert!" he exclaimed; "in the lowermost depths of perdition there is not such a villain.
His object was to retire to his English estates, and there pass the remainder of his life with his beautiful but reluctant bride. He paid his visit about two o'clock, and was told that Miss Folliard and her father were in the garden. Hither he accordingly repaired, and found the squire, his daughter, and Reilly, in the green-house.
"Certainly, my dear Miss Folliard, and so it shall be. Pray, who is this lady?" "I am forced, sir, to call her my maid." Mr. Brown was startled a good deal, not only at the words, but the tone in which they were uttered. "Madam," said he, "you will please to remain here until your mistress shall return to you, or, if you wish, you can amuse yourself by reading the inscriptions on the tombstones."
That Miss Folliard was not indifferent to him is true; but the feeling which he experienced towards her contained only two elements sensuality and avarice.
Miss Folliard, on being called down by her father to have her fortune told, on seeing Molly, drew back and said, "Do not ask me to come in direct contact with this woman, papa. "No matter, my darling, no matter; give her your hand; you will oblige and gratify me." "Here, then, dear papa, to please you certainly."
"Well, then, sir, if you wish to hear the good news, and especially you, Miss Folliard, it will probably relieve your heart when I tell you that Sir Robert Whitecraft is, before this time, in the jail of Sligo, for a charge of murdher, and for burnin' Mr. Reilly's house and premises, which it now seems aren't Mr. Reilly's at all nor ever were but belong to Mr. Hastings."
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