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I am to call for her in the cab. And I crushed the note cruelly, and threw it in the fire. 'Tell him to call at Ryleys', I said to Rebecca as she was putting me and my dress into the cab. And she told the cabman with that sharp voice of hers, always arrogant towards inferiors, to call at Ryleys. I put my head out of the cab window as soon as we were in Oldcastle Street.
"Mr Walton," began Mrs Oldcastle, indignantly, "it is scarcely like a gentleman to come where you are not wanted " Here Judy interrupted her. "I beg your pardon, grannie, Mr Walton WAS wanted very much wanted. I went and fetched him." But Mrs Oldcastle went on unheeding. " -and to be sitting in my room in the dark too!" "That couldn't be helped, grannie. Here comes Sarah with candles."
The wind had risen to a storm charged with fierce showers of stinging hail, which gave a look of gray wrath to the invisible wind as it swept slanting by, and then danced and scudded along the levels. The next point in that night of pain is when I found myself standing at the iron gate of Oldcastle Hall.
I doubt whether there was any conspiracy beyond such as was got up by their agents. On the day appointed, instead of five-and-twenty thousand men, under the command of Sir John Oldcastle, in the meadows of St. Giles, the King found only eighty men, and no Sir John at all.
My reader will not be surprised, after all this, if, before I get very much further with my story, I have to confess that I loved Miss Oldcastle. When young Tom and I entered the room, his grandfather rose and tottered to meet him. His father made one step towards him and then hesitated.
The death of the Earl of Salisbury in the first of the revolts against Henry's throne, though his gory head was welcomed into London by a procession of abbots and bishops who went out singing psalms of thanksgiving to meet it, only transferred the leadership of the party to one of the foremost warriors of the time, Sir John Oldcastle.
At the same moment Miss Oldcastle rose. "What is the matter, Judy?" she said. "Grannie wants you," said Judy. Miss Oldcastle left the room, and Judy turned to me. "How do you do, Mr Walton?" she said. "Quite well, thank you, Judy," I answered. "Your uncle admits you to his workshop, then?" "Yes, indeed. He would feel rather dull, sometimes, without me. Wouldn't you, Uncle Stoddart?"
Two other points, and the task which for me has certainly been a labour of love, is done. Nicholas Freydon was perfectly correct in his belief that he might have wooed and won the lady who is referred to in these pages as Mrs. Oldcastle. In this, as in other episodes of his life which happen to be known to me, the motives behind his self-abnegation were in the highest degree creditable to him.
Then the chill sharpened suddenly until it became an icy blade in her breast, for she saw that the picture of Margaret Oldcastle was gone from its frame. There was a hard snowstorm on the day Oliver returned to Dinwiddie, and Virginia, who had watched from the window all the afternoon, saw him crossing the street through a whirl of feathery flakes.
"So much the worse for my cloth, then," I answered, "and the better for yours if it leads you to act more honourably." Still keeping himself entrenched in the affectation of a supercilious indifference, he smiled haughtily, and gave a look of dramatic appeal to Mrs Oldcastle.
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