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Considerable scandal, indeed, arose against Sir Geoffrey Peveril as having proceeded with indecent severity and haste upon this occasion; and rumour took care to make the usual additions to the reality.
This made 'Lord Peter' Robertson give him the nickname of 'Peveril of the Peak, which he himself after a little adopted, and which, shortened to 'Peveril, was commonly used by his family. His expression, according to the intelligence of those who saw him and the mood in which he found himself, has been variously described as 'heavy, 'homely, and in more complimentary terms.
"I believe," said the King, "she can do more feats than your ladyship either suspects or would approve of." The Countess drew up, and was indignantly silent. The King proceeded "No sooner is Peveril in Newgate, than, by the account of the venerable little gentleman, this merry maiden is even there also for company.
For a turn or two, Peveril shuffled at random about the room, with his arms extended; and then at last recollected, that with the impediment of his shackles, and the noise which necessarily accompanied his motions, and announced where he was, it would be impossible for him to lay hands on any one who might be disposed to keep out of his reach.
"Admirable young man!" cried the mother, with tears in her eyes. "A good heart is better than all the heads in the world." Amen! "Make way, Sir Geoffrey Peveril, or you will compel me to do that I may be sorry for!" "You shall make no way here but at your peril," said Sir Geoffrey;" this is my ground." Peveril of the Peak.
With a heavy heart, yet with that confidence in an overruling Providence which never forsakes a good and brave man, Peveril betook himself to his lowly place of repose.
It was here upon a bold cliff to the southward of the village that "Peveril of the Peak" built his renowned castle at the time of the Norman Conquest, of which only the ruins of the keep and part of the outer walls remain.
We will cast their cords from us the cup of their abominations we will not taste." "You speak in darkness, Master Bridgenorth," said Peveril. "Knowing so much of me, you may, perhaps, also be aware, that I at least have seen too much of the delusions of Rome, to desire that they should be propagated at home." "Else, wherefore do I speak to thee friendly and so free?" said Bridgenorth.
"Is it in troth? ay, like enough then good Sir Geoffrey has gone to heaven with my old Roger Raine!" "Sacred Heaven!" exclaimed Peveril; "when was my father taken ill?" "Never as I knows of," said the dame; "but, about three hours since, arrived a party at the Castle, with buff-coats and bandoleers, and one of the Parliament's folks, like in Oliver's time.
Justice Maulstatute, such as we have described him, chose to hear the accusation of the witnesses before calling on Peveril for his defence. The detail of the affray was briefly given by the bystanders, and seemed deeply to touch the spirit of the examinator.
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