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Bowmore, "is it possible that a child of mine has grown up to womanhood, in ignorance of the palladium of English liberty? Oh, Charlotte! Charlotte!" "I am very sorry, papa. If you will only tell me, I will never forget it." Mr. Bowmore reverently uncovered his head, saluting an invisible Habeas Corpus Act.
Bowmore is, as you have been correctly informed, Mr. Percy Linwood. Although he is engaged to be married to Miss Bowmore, he is not discreet enough to conceal a certain want of friendly feeling, on his part, toward her father. The young lady has noticed this, and has resented it. She accuses her lover of having allowed himself to be prejudiced against Mr. Bowmore by some slanderous person unknown.
Don't be afraid, mamma! I know what I am about, and I know I am right." "Going to Justice Bervie's!" cried Mrs. Bowmore, in the utmost extremity of astonishment. "What will your father say, what will Percy think, when they come back from the Club?" "My sister's carriage is waiting for me close by," Bervie answered. "It is entirely at Miss Bowmore's disposal.
Among the persons assembled in the yard to see the arrival of the diligence was a man with a morsel of paper in his hand, evidently on the lookout for some person whom he expected to discover among the travelers. After consulting his bit of paper, he looked with steady attention at Percy and Mr. Bowmore, and suddenly approached them.
Who was the friend to whose services he was indebted? As for the proceedings of the man-servant, but one interpretation could now be placed on them. They distinctly justified what Captain Bervie had said of him. Mr. Bowmore thought of the Captain's other assertion, relating to the urgent necessity for making his escape; and looked at Percy in silent dismay; and turned paler than ever.
Bowmore had no friends nearer than Canada, and he was reading for the Bar in a very desultory way, as I gathered. Miss Peytral's childhood had been passed in the West Indies, at the town of San Domingo, in fact, where her father had been a merchant. Her mother had been a helpless invalid ever since Miss Peytral could remember.
Percy Bowmore, a frequent visitor at the house of the deceased." #/ "My telegram," said Hewitt, "is plainly from a relative of this Mr. Peytral who is dead perhaps a daughter, since she speaks of being unable to leave her mother. In that case, probably an only child, since there is no other to leave." "Unless the others are too young," I suggested. "Just so," Hewitt replied.
Mind this!" he added, in warning tones, "I have pledged my word of honor to Justice Bervie that we have no political object in view in traveling to France. Keep your politics to yourself, on the other side of the Channel." Mr. Bowmore listened in blank amazement. Charlotte's lover was appearing in a new character the character of a man who had lost his respect for Charlotte's father!
Shortly afterward Miss Charlotte had left the cottage, under very extraordinary circumstances. A few minutes only after the departure of her father and Percy, she received a letter, which appeared to cause her the most violent agitation. She said to Mrs. Bowmore: "Mamma, I must see Captain Bervie for a few minutes in private, on a matter of serious importance to all of us.
As to the future, if the rumor be true that Ministers mean to stop the insurrectionary risings among the population by suspending the Habeas Corpus Act, Mr. Bowmore will certainly be in danger; and it may be my father's duty to grant the warrant that apprehends him. Write to my father to verify what I have said, and I will forward your letter by way of satisfying him that he can trust you.
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