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Janet had already entered the room and now came running to her mistress, whom she took in her arms. Cedric turned to the guardsman, saying, "My wife is ill. If thou wilt return to London, I will follow within a day or so!" "In the name of the King I beg my Lord of Crandlemar " Janet broke in at this and said with a ringing voice, "Thy order is for the Lord of Crandlemar?" "It is, madam."
Lord Cedric's orders were not being strictly carried out. The Chaplain was to bring back to the castle Janet Wadham and baby. Here was the first-named, but where was the child? The little man was fearful he had made some mistake, and grew exceedingly nervous when they at last spied the battlements of Crandlemar Castle, and the child for whom he had gone must be accounted for.
The church must be built up. It had not occurred to her that there were other religions beside the Catholic; and when Lord Cedric's chaplain made known to her the difficulties of arranging Catholic orders in a Protestant Church, she could not understand. Janet explained to her what she would be compelled to surmount to bring her religion to be the accepted one in Crandlemar.
This was all that possibly could be said against her, as she was known to be most gracious to the poor Protestants in and about Crandlemar; giving equally to both factions with a lavish hand. But these matters were all brought up to militate against his lordship.
All eyes were upon the two, and Katherine hearing in the priest's voice a tone of insistence, stood for a moment motionless and evidently debating her course. As she opened her lips, there was a sudden sound of horses' feet. In a moment a thundering knock upon the door's panelling demanded admittance. "Who seeks an opening so roughly?" thundered La Fosse. "Cedric of Crandlemar!"
Didst ever see such beauty? They halted and dismounted some distance from the open road. Then one said, ''Twill send his Majesty to madness when he sees before him such perfect mould, suing for his most gracious clemency toward our cause. ''Tis a wonder my lord of Crandlemar does not take such beauty to wife, said another.
"The House of Ellswold shall be honoured in an unusual way; that at least should be a great comfort to thee; but I promise, no matter how the Council act in these matters of thine, thou shalt soon enjoy the comfort of thy new estate at Ellswold." Matters at Crandlemar were comparatively quiet.
"Then I will tell thee, sir, Lord Cedric of Crandlemar is not here. This is the Duke of Ellswold." She turned to his lordship as she spoke and saw his face grow white. He loved his uncle tenderly. There was a moment of palpable silence; the guardsman bowed to the floor, and the long plumes of his hat swept it in homage, as he raised his hand to his breast.
These he resolved in some way to return; perhaps he should find it convenient to present them to Mistress Penwick. And so the thick, fierce clouds rolled up and gathered themselves together, hanging low, over the head of handsome, careless, rich, young Lord Cedric. The village of Crandlemar was indignant that he had allowed to exist for so long a time the privilege of the monastery.
The physician from Crandlemar had been summoned, and after a hurried examination gave them encouragement, saying that the duke had probably been riding too fast and his condition was not dangerous.
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