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"Delecresse is just gone out," he said, coming back directly. "I will talk to him when he comes in." But twelve days elapsed before Delecresse returned. "Cress, thou wilt not do anything to Sir Richard of Gloucester?" earnestly pleaded Belasez, when she found him alone. "No," said Delecresse, with a glitter in his eyes which was not promising. "Hast thou done any thing?" "All I mean to do."
The Devil was very near to both at that moment. "If I help you to be revenged on him, will you pay me by giving me my revenge on another?" Delecresse had dropped alike his respectful words and subservient manner, and spoke up now, as man to man. "`Turn about is fair play, I suppose," said Sir Piers. "If thou seek not revenge on any friend of mine, I will."
Her father escorted her himself, leaving Delecresse to mind the shop. The embroidery was exhibited, the pattern chosen, and they were nearly half-way at home, when they were overtaken by a sudden hailstorm, and took refuge in the lych-gate of a church. It was growing dusk, and they had not perceived the presence of a third person, like themselves, a refugee from the storm.
It was gratifying, too, to discover that Sir Piers was not a likely man to be troubled by any romantic scruples about breaking the heart of the young Margaret. Delecresse himself had been unpleasantly haunted by those, and had with some difficulty succeeded in crushing them down and turning the key on them.
"He is a man, poor soul!" returned a second voice. "Nay, let us not leave him to such a death as that." "Look here, old Jew! I will go and fetch a ladder and rope. I should pull my dog out of that hole, and perhaps thou mayest be as good." "I will not be taken out till sunset," returned Delecresse stubbornly. "The fellow's a mule!
And the cap was dropped into the courtyard, with such good aim that it first hit Delecresse on the head, and then lodged itself in the midst of a puddle. Delecresse, without uttering a word, yet flushing red even through his dark complexion, deliberately stooped, recovered his wet cap, and placed it on his head, pressing it firmly down as if he wished to impart the moisture to his hair.
Delecresse sat studying, with a book open before him: Belasez was busied with embroidery. Abraham was idle, so far as his hands were concerned; but any one who had studied him for a minute would have seen that his thoughts were very active, and by no means pleasant. Ten calm days passed over, and nothing happened.
Thou wouldst make far more money in secret service. It would be easy to change thy name. Keep thy descent quiet, and be ready to eat humble-pie for a short time. There is no saying to what thou mightest rise in this world." "And the other?" Delecresse felt himself an unfledged cherub by the side of Sir Piers. "Bah!" Sir Piers snapped his fingers. "What do such as we know about that?
Could he hear the tender, pleading voice of the baby sister, begging dear Piers not to hurt her pet kitten, and she would give him all the sweetmeats Aunt Theffania sent her? Such moments do come to the hardest hearts: and they usually leave them harder. Before Delecresse had found an answer, Sir Piers was himself again.
"Christ save you! Come forward," said Sir Piers. "Shut the door, Oliver, and let none enter till I bid it. Now, who art thou, and what wouldst thou with me?" "I am Delecresse, son of Abraham of Norwich." "Ha! A Jew, of course. Thy face matches thy name. Now, thy news?" "Will my noble knight be pleased to tell his unworthy servant if he likes the taste of revenge?"
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