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For the present Rosmore is tied to the West. I would he might find a speedy grave there." "Sir John comes like an ill-omened bird; I wish I knew his reason," said Martin thoughtfully. "Did he speak with his niece?" "A few words only, and there was the courtesy as of strangers between them. I could not hear what was said, but it was nothing that had any special interest for Mistress Lanison.
What was it coming towards him with those stealthy steps? Nearer they came, and from one of the arches a faint glimmer of light, as though the old walls were growing luminous, and a man carrying a lantern entered the chamber and stood there, raising the lantern above his head. It was Sir John Lanison. A little sigh of relief escaped from Rosmore.
"So unless we capture this rebel of ours to-night, Mistress Lanison, I shall have to leave some of my men to do it," said Rosmore. "I must depart to-morrow morning, and you must you will give me my answer before I go?" "It is news to me that Crosby of Lenfield has been named as a rebel," said Fellowes. "It was news to me until I had my commands," said Rosmore.
The relief was so intense that for a little while she revelled in her liberty, and cried a little for very joy. Why did not the man who had delivered her come to the door of the coach and talk to her? Not as he had done just now, calling her Mistress Lanison and seeming not to hear when she had called him Gilbert, but as he had spoken to her that other night in her prison in Dorchester.
"He insulted you that sufficed for me." "I did not ask you to punish him," she answered. She faced Lord Rosmore, shielding Fellowes, who was behind her. Now Fellowes gently touched her arm. "Grant me your pardon, Mistress Lanison, and then let me pay the penalty," he said.
The day passed, and the night, and another dawn came. The door of the tower was still locked on the inside, and the rope was still hanging into the sunken room. That morning the rope was seen when the ruins were searched, and presently two of the guests climbed down and entered the underground chamber, carrying lanterns and walking carefully. Sir John Lanison and Lord Rosmore were both dead.
After all, he was the owner of Aylingford, a circumstance which marked him as a man of importance, and some of the scandal which had been attached to his name as a younger man had not died out. She heard one woman inquire who he was, and, receiving an answer, say quickly, "the Sir John Lanison, do you mean?"
But, remember, I have your promise, I may take which road I choose, alone and unhindered if I will it so," and then, as the door opened, she pushed him gently from her, and they were standing apart when Rosmore entered. "It has seemed a long hour, Mistress Lanison, to a waiting man. To you " "Long enough to hear the plan you have made for my escape," said Barbara. "For your escape and Mr.
"There is a screen there, may I use it?" Barbara nodded, and was alone when the woman entered the room. "You are Mistress Lanison?" she asked, dropping a curtsy. "Yes." "My name is Harriet Payne, and I was a servant at Lenfield Manor when my master, Mr. Gilbert Crosby, escaped. Some of us, Golding the butler and myself amongst others, were arrested and taken to Dorchester." "Yes, and then "
His victims, too, were always those who had bad reputations; and, one thing more, Mistress Lanison, his victims have always won largely at Aylingford Abbey. Where Sir John squandered your fortune, Martin compelled Sir John's guests to disgorge on the high road. He knew when they were worth robbing.
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