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But, what with the cheering of the sailors as they landed the rest of Monckton's men, and their own eagerness to come to close quarters at once, the Louisbourg men suddenly lost their heads and charged before everything was ready.
The officers' barracks at Fort Frederick were erected on the 2nd of October and the work of building the fort made rapid progress, but it was not until the 21st of October that the expedition was in a position to proceed up the river. Even then the start was not a very auspicious one as we learn from Monckton's journal, in which he writes:
Then in the eighth year of Monckton's imprisonment she added to remarks of the above kind certain confessions that she was worn out with anxieties, and felt her lonely condition; that youth and beauty did not last forever; that she had let slip opportunities of doing herself substantial service, and him too, if he could look at things as coolly now as he used to; and she began to think she had done wrong.
Bartley come to him; to be sure, he came softly, because of the other clerk, who was washing his hands and brushing his hair in the lobby. So Bartley's hand, fell gently, but all in a moment, on Monckton's shoulder, and they say the shoulder is a sensitive part in conscious rogues.
"The door will be locked. We'll creep around the upper veranda and enter by opposite windows. You keep your eye on the valet. Don't be afraid to shoot if it's necessary." "What the deuce . . . !" "Come!" "But where?" "Lord Monckton's room." Blindly and confidently Forbes went out the rear window of the corridor, while Crawford made for the front. They crept soundlessly forward. Lord Monckton?
He lowered his voice for all that, and wondered what was coming. "Listen to me," said Monckton, exchanging his cynical manner for a quiet and weighty one. Bartley began to wonder, and look at him with a sort of awe. The words now dropped out of Monckton's thin lips as if they were chips of granite, so full of meaning was every syllable, and Bartley felt it. "It's not so bad as it looks.
It was the first smile of the kind he had witnessed, coming in his direction, since before that blunder on the tennis-courts. "I found Lord Monckton's monocle, Mr. Webb. Will you be so kind as to give it to him?" "Yes, Miss Killigrew." Absently he raised the monocle and squinted through it. "Why, it's plain glass!" he exclaimed. "So it is," replied Kitty, with a crooked smile.
Lucy told him what he knew, but Monckton would not speak, even to him. He had to get hold of Waddy before he understood the whole case. Waddy was in Monckton's secret, and, indeed, in everybody's. He knew it was folly to deceive your lawyer, so he was frank. Mr. Middleton learned his client's guilt and danger, but also that his enemies had flaws in their armor.
The boats could take only Monckton's men; and the rising tide would soon cut off Townshend's and Murray's from their camp beyond the mouth of the Montmorency. The two stranded transports, from which he had hoped so much that morning, were set on fire; and, under cover of their smoke and of the curtain of torrential rain, Monckton's crestfallen men got into their boats once more.
Miss Burney wrote in the first week in December: 'Dr. Johnson was in most excellent good humour and spirits. She describes later on a brilliant party which he attended at Miss Monckton's on the 8th, where the people were 'superbly dressed, and where he was 'environed with listeners. Mme. D'Arblay's Diary, ii. 186, and 190. See ante, p. 108, note 4.
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