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Captain Langrishe had fallen, as had a young lieutenant. The men had stood shoulder to shoulder, fighting desperately. By the most desperate courage they had rescued the bodies of their officers, which were being carried by the tribesmen into one of their towers among the hills. They had fought their way back with the bodies strapped to their horses. Lieutenant Foley proved to be dead.
There was a gratified flush on the young fellow's lean, dark cheek. What was it the General had heard about Langrishe? Oh, yes, that he had had rough luck that his old uncle. Sir Peter the General remembered him for a curmudgeon had married and had a son, after rearing the young fellow as his heir. No wonder the lad looked careworn.
If they could only tide over the dangerous time, and Nelly be married and gone off on her leisurely honeymoon! Langrishe might almost fade out of her mind, become at least a gentle memory, before anything could happen to him: or the deadly little dragging war might be over and Langrishe have carried out a whole skin.
The General went off to his club to be out of the way. At a quarter to seven he opened the door with his latch-key and came in, more than half-expecting to find an overcoat which did not belong to him in the hall. There was none; and he went on to the drawing-room with a vague sense of disappointment. Langrishe must have been and gone. In the drawing-room he found Nelly alone.
He asked the question hotly, pacing up and down the faded Persian rug in his den. Then a chill came on his heat. He had not been able to keep Nelly from choosing, and she had chosen unwisely. He had had a dream of himself and young Langrishe and Nelly and the babies in the big happy house. They would belong to him no one would push him away from his girl.
Why, God bless my soul, I was afraid at one time that I might be going to lose her; and all through you, young man all through you. Now I'll have no more shilly-shally. If Nell is fond of you and you are fond of Nell " "God knows how I love her!" Langrishe cried out, a glow of passion lighting up his worn, dark face. "But you don't understand, Sir Denis. I feel sure you don't understand.
The General remembered that Grogan of the Artillery, the club bore, had a daughter and son-in-law sailing from Tilbury next morning, and had suggested his accompanying him to the docks. "Why he should have asked me," the General had said irritably, "when I can barely endure him for half-an-hour, is more than I can imagine!" "What is wrong between you and Langrishe, Nell?" he asked softly.
The system of Protestant control, he said in the Letter to Sir Hercules Langrishe , was "well fitted for the oppression, impoverishment and degradation of a people, and the debasement in them of human nature itself." The Catholics paid their taxes; they served with glory in the army and navy. Yet they were denied a share in the commonwealth.
He had been enough for her once on a time; yet, here she was, come to womanhood, breaking her heart for a stranger. "If I were you, Nell," he said gently, "I'd be seeing about my wedding-clothes." Captain Langrishe arrived only just in time for lunch on the Christmas Day.
Captain Langrishe, will you give this little packet to my Nelly? It's your gift. She'll like it from you." Langrishe came forward, looking radiantly happy and handsome, and wearing withal that look of becoming shyness. He extracted from somewhere near the roots of the Tree a white paper-covered packet, very tiny and tied with blue ribbon, which he undid with quick, nervous fingers.
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