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It was a great spectacle, I cannot but confess it, and admirably designed; and I took my leave of Mr. Martin and his lady, and went home to supper through the crowded streets, more in tune, perhaps, with my country's state than I had been when I lolled last night in Mr. Chiffinch's closet.
Then my Lord Nottingham stood up, and taking the staff of office that lay across his desk, he broke it in two halves. When I looked again, the prisoner was going out between his guards, and the axe before, with its edge turned towards him in token of death. I was at Mr. Chiffinch's again that night to hear the news; but he was not there. When he came in at last, he appeared very excited.
Chiffinch's lodgings, just as himself came out; and he fell back a step when he saw me. "Why, where do you come from?" he asked. "They are after me," I said briefly. "But that is not all." "Why, what else?" said he, staring at me. "I am come from seeing the martyrdoms," I said. "For God's sake! " he cried; and caught me by the arm and drew me in.
I went to the play sometimes, taking my man James with me; and I rode out with him usually, down Chelsea way, or to the north, coming back for dinner or supper. I never went alone, by Mr. Chiffinch's urgent desire. It was after Christmas that matters were brought to a head, and that the last great adventures of my life came about that closed all that I thought to be life at that time.
The page cried to come in; and there entered, first a servant holding the door, and then the little joiner himself, flushed in his face, I supposed with the excitement. He was dressed in his Sunday clothes, rather ill-fitting. He did not know me, I think, for he made no movement of surprise. I caught Mr. Chiffinch's look of inquiry, and nodded very slightly.
The tone of Peveril's voice, the fierceness of his eye, and the manner in which he held the loaded weapon, within a hand's-breadth of Chiffinch's head, convinced the last there was neither room for compromise, nor time for trifling.
"I give it up," he said. "Who are you, sir?" "Do you remember a young man," I said, "a year and a half ago, who came into Mr. Chiffinch's inner parlour on a certain occasion? You were sitting near His Royal Highness; His Majesty was at the end of the table; and by you was Father Bedingfeld who died in prison in December." He smiled at me. "I remember everything except the young man," he said.
Chiffinch's for the King was at Windsor again when I saw Father Whitbread and Father Ireland, coming swiftly out from the way that led to the Duke's lodgings for he stayed here a good deal during these days. They were talking together, and did not see me till I was close upon them. When I greeted them, they stopped all of a sudden. "The very man!" said Mr. Whitbread.
It was a sort of heaviness of mind, I think, that fell on him sometimes and obscured his clear wit, for to my mind nothing could be more plain than Mr. Chiffinch's argument. Yet I depended now, not only for my liberty, but for my very life, on the King's judgment. As a Catholic and a member of the secret service I could look for no hope at all if I were sent for trial. I looked at Mr.
"That were folly as well as treachery," returned the Duke, "to exclude from the spoil the very engineer who conducted the attack. But hark ye, Christian I am sorry to tell bad news without preparation; but as you insist on knowing the worst, and are not ashamed to suspect your best friends, out it must come Your niece left Chiffinch's house the morning before yesterday."
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