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You must not forget that he is half a madman, and sometimes talks wildly." Crosby told her the manner of his escape from Lenfield, as he had told it to Fairley; and if Barbara Lanison did not so obviously disbelieve it as the fiddler had done, her eyes were full of questioning. He explained how "The Jolly Farmers" had been searched, and how he and Martin had ridden away together in the night.
When, a little later, England rose in revolt against King James, some of the negotiations with the Prince of Orange were conducted by Crosby, and he accompanied the Prince when he landed at Torbay, receiving later a baronetcy for his services. He became of some importance at the Court of William and Mary, but his happiest hours were those spent at his manor at Lenfield.
Harriet Payne's eyes were fixed upon Rosmore. She watched him, and looked no more at Crosby. "Failing in these endeavours, you made other schemes," Crosby went on. "Having taken a servant girl from Lenfield, you make use of her. She was an honest girl, I believe, not ill-intentioned towards me, but in your hands she was as clay.
Gilbert Crosby of Lenfield Manor, than whom we could not welcome a better gentleman." "Pardon, my lord, but " "Ye've come to help a great cause," said a long, lean man, bent in the shoulder, and with lantern jaws which mouthed out his words in the strongest of Scotch accents. "I'm Ferguson. Ye've heard of me; and I'm saying it's a fight against the enemies of the Lord ye've come to wage."
There was some kind of feast in the village, and in a barn by the roadside there was dancing going on to the scraping of a fiddle. I have no soul for music, but the notes of that fiddle haunted my sleep that night and all the next day as I rode back to Lenfield. At Lenfield I understood why. That little sequence of notes was familiar to me. You must often have heard it yourself.
"It may be dangerous to speak the truth." As if to prove the warning necessary, there came a knock at the door. "There is a young woman asking to see you," said the servant. "She would give no name, but declared you would see her if I said Lenfield." "Lenfield!" and her eyes met Martin's quickly. "Bring her up at once." "Mistress, she may talk more freely if she is atone with you," said Martin.
"I fight neither for you nor against you," Crosby answered. "Presently I may try to do something to help these peasants in their need, which will surely come. If in your hour of need, my Lord Monmouth, you should think there is safety at Lenfield Manor, I will do my best to find you a hiding-place there."
At the Restoration his father had retired to his Manor of Lenfield and had mixed no more in politics.
"There is a screen there, may I use it?" Barbara nodded, and was alone when the woman entered the room. "You are Mistress Lanison?" she asked, dropping a curtsy. "Yes." "My name is Harriet Payne, and I was a servant at Lenfield Manor when my master, Mr. Gilbert Crosby, escaped. Some of us, Golding the butler and myself amongst others, were arrested and taken to Dorchester." "Yes, and then "
"But he is surrounded, Master Gilbert; there is no escape for him." "No one has been to the Manor?" Crosby asked. "No; but there have been scouts in the neighbourhood all day. Luke the blacksmith saw them and told me. They don't expect Monmouth to come to Lenfield, do they, Master Gilbert?" "It seems certain that he has come in this direction, Golding."
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