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He fell back a step, his brow seeming to grow blacker than it had been. "Father!" he exclaimed; but there was little that was filial in the accent. Mr. Caryll staggered and recovered himself. It had been indeed a staggering shock; for here, of course, was his own father, too. There was a quick patter of feet, the rustle of a hooped petticoat, and the lady was in the arms of my Lord Ostermore.
"Nay on my soul, you do me wrong!" cried Mr. Caryll indignantly. "If aught had been needed to spur me on, it had been my meeting with this lady. It needed that to make me realize to the bitter full the wrong my Lord Ostermore has done me in getting me; to make me realize that I am a man without a name to offer any woman."
Landed at Dover the night before, he had parted company with Sir Richard Everard that morning. His adoptive father had turned aside toward Rochester, to discharge his king's business with plotting Bishop Atterbury, what time Justin was to push on toward town as King James' ambassador to the Earl of Ostermore, who, advised of his coming, was expecting him. Here at Maidstone it was Mr.
A week ago a gentleman who goes between his majesty's court at Rome and his friends here in Paris brought me word from his majesty that Ostermore had signified to him his willingness to rejoin the Stuart cause. "Together with that information, this messenger brought me letters from his majesty to several of his friends, which I was to send to England by a safe hand at the first opportunity.
"I am to counsel the Bishop to stay his hand against a more favorable opportunity. There is no reason why you should not do the very opposite with Ostermore." Mr. Caryll knit his brows, his eyes intent upon the other's face; but he said no word. "It is," urged Everard, "an opportunity such as there may never be another. We destroy Ostermore. By a turn of the hand we bring him to the gallows."
"You are newly crossed from France?" said he. "Ay, and your name is the same as mine. 'Twas what I was advised." Mr. Caryll flashed a sidelong glance at Rotherby, who had turned to stare at his father, and in his heart he cursed the stupidity of my Lord Ostermore. If this proposed to be a member of a conspiracy, Heaven help that same conspiracy!
If Lord Ostermore perishes through his connection with the cause, it will mean worse than ruin for me though not the ruin that you are thinking of." "But what can you do?" "That I go to learn." "I will come with you, then." He hesitated a moment, looking at her; then he opened the door, and held it for her, following after. He led the way across the hall to the library, and they went in together.
What of Ostermore himself?" "What of him?" "Have you not talked again with him of the matter of going over to King James?" "To what end, since the chance is lost? His betrayal now would involve the betrayal of Atterbury and the others for he has been in touch with them." "Has he though? The bishop said naught of this." "I have it from my lord himself and I know the man.
Ostermore, stolid and unimaginative, but not altogether without sympathy for his ward, of whom he was reasonably fond as fond, no doubt, as it was his capacity to be for any other than himself approached her and set a plump hand upon the back of her chair. "What was it drove you to this?" She turned upon him almost fiercely. "My Lady Ostermore," she answered him.
"O God!" groaned Ostermore, and sat down heavily. Mr. Caryll helped himself copiously to snuff. "I think," said he, his voice so cool that it had an almost soothing influence, "I think your lordship has now another reason why you should go no further in this matter." "But if I do not what other hopes have I? Damn me! I'm a ruined man either way." "Nay, nay," Mr. Caryll reminded him.
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