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Updated: June 17, 2025
"I do not know your purpose," he said, "but I fear a trap has been set for you." "A trap!" Harriet exclaimed. "Why do you think so, Martin?" Barbara asked. Fairley told her how he had followed Sir John to the hostelry in the Haymarket. "You see, mistress, he knew where you would hire. He went direct to this place and made his inquiries as though he knew beforehand what answers he would receive.
One lady commenced to praise his works for God's cause: 'Tongue! tongue! lady, he broke in; 'flesh of itself is overproud, and needs no means to esteem itself. Gradually they all left, except his true friend Fairley of Braid. Knox turned to him: 'Every one bids me good-night; but when will you do it?
Friend Fairley rejoiced now that he had in by-gone days lent David books to read; but he rejoiced secretly, for though his old bookman's heart warmed at the thought that he should in good time hear, from one who had seen with his own eyes, of the wonders of the East, it became him to assume a ponderous placidity for Framley had always been doubtful of his bookishness and its influence on such as David.
I was convinced that the fiddler was none other than Martin Fairley." "Martin!" exclaimed Barbara. "Surely he would not be so far afield?" "I asked myself the same question," said Rosmore, "and I acted promptly as well. I have often warned Sir John that there was method in Martin's madness, and in this case, at any rate, I was right.
Fairley had leaped back and cowered, suddenly sobered, against the wall as the outer door opened and figures poured into the room. After the low scream that came moaningly up from her breast, which was drowned in the echoes of the report, Mary Burton made no outcry. She no longer leaned limp and nerveless against the support of the doorway.
The coming of Harriet Payne to Aylingford had aroused Sir John's suspicions, but there was no circumstance which would lead Rosmore to suppose that she intended journeying to the West. Martin Fairley also troubled her. Had he made good his escape, or had he been retaken and confined somewhere else in the town?
"Thee is guilty of all?" asked John Fairley. His kindly eye was troubled, for he had spent numberless hours in this young man's company, and together they had read books of travel and history, and even the plays of Shakespeare and Marlowe, though drama was anathema to the Society of Friends they did not realize it in the life around them.
This may be a very worthy gentleman who has need of haste." A few minutes later the horseman galloped up to the window. "Martin! You!" Barbara exclaimed. "Had I not been delayed upon the journey I should have caught you before this. I wish I had." "Why, Martin? Do you suppose I am to be turned from my purpose?" Fairley rode beside the open window, and Barbara leaned forward to talk with him.
She saw him come to the house, and hurried down to him, meaning to catch him in the square and speak to him where none could overhear her, and so carry out her mistress's instructions to the letter. But Fairley had departed quickly, and was nowhere to be seen.
So he held the wild and shifting gaze, as well as he could, with the cool steadiness of his own eyes and spoke in a measured, soothing voice: "I shouldn't do that, Fairley. In the first place you don't know where to find him. Your effort would probably fail and you would only be locked up before you accomplished either purpose."
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