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Updated: May 14, 2025
"A chair, Dom Miguel." Dom Miguel Forjas accepted the proffered chair, whilst Wellington seated himself at Sir Terence's desk. Sir Terence himself remained standing with his shoulders to the overmantel, whence he faced them both as well as Grant, who, according to his self-effacing habit, remained in the background by the window.
You will be able to announce that diligent search is being made for the offender." Forjas perused the document carefully, and returned it. "That is very good," he said, "and the Council will be glad to hear of it. It will enable us to appease the popular resentment in some degree.
"From the message I brought you," Forjas resumed, "you will have perceived how Principal Souza has fastened upon this business at Tavora to support his general censure of Lord Wellington's conduct of the campaign. That is the weapon to which my warning refers. You must if we who place the national interest supreme are to prevail you must disarm him by the assurance that I ask for.
"You mean that he represents the Portuguese nobility and landed gentry, who, putting their own interests above those of the State, have determined to oppose and resist the devastation of the country which Lord Wellington recommends." "You put it very bluntly," Forjas admitted.
You will no doubt discover this when you come to lay Lord Wellington's decision before the Council, as I now invite you to do." Bewildered and undecided, Forjas stood there for a moment, vainly seeking words. Finally: "Is this really Lord Wellington's last word?" he asked in tones of profoundest consternation. "There is one alternative one only," said O'Moy slowly. "And that?"
Instantly Forjas was all eagerness. O'Moy considered him. "Faith, I hesitate to state it." "No, no. Please, please." "I feel that it is idle." "Let the Council judge. I implore you, General, let the Council judge." "Very well." O'Moy shrugged, and took up a sheet of the dispatch which lay before him.
I had the name but yesterday from Forjas." In the scared hush that followed the Count perceived that he had stumbled headlong into a mystery. He saw Lady O'Moy's face turn whiter and whiter, saw her sapphire eyes dilating as they regarded him. "Richard Butler!" she echoed. "What of Richard Butler? Tell me. Tell me at once."
They all assembled upon the terrace to see me ride away. "'You'll let us hear from you, said Don Emanuel. "'And pray don't forget the letter to my brother, cried old Madame Forjas. "Twenty similar injunctions burst from the party, but not a word said Inez. "'Adieu, then! said I. 'Farewell. "'Adios! Go with God! chorused the party.
Forjas, the diplomat, preserved an uncompromising silence, in which presently O'Moy proceeded: "From this, and from other evidence, of which indeed there is no lack, Lord Wellington has come to the conclusion that all the resistance, passive and active, which he has encountered, results from the Principal Souza's influence upon the Council. You will not, I think, trouble to deny it, sir."
Forjas spread his hands. "You will remember, General," he answered, in tones of conciliatory regret, "that the Principal Souza represents a class upon whom Lord Wellington's measures bear in a manner peculiarly hard."
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