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"With pleasure," replied the other; and from this arrangement the vicar and McElvina were at the castle, and had sent their cards in to Mr Rainscourt, at the very time that Emily had beckoned the old nurse out of the chamber.
Rainscourt, left to himself again became the prey to conflicting passions. Although his conscience had long been proof against any remorse at the commission of the every-day crimes which stained the earth, yet it recoiled at meditated murder.
"Did I, my dear?" replied Mrs Rainscourt, mournfully. "Yes, you did, and told me that we should have a fine house in London, and that we should not go back to the old castle again. I was sorry for that, though. Where shall we go now, mamma?" "God knows, my child; you must ask your father." "Papa's asleep, and I must not wake him. I do hope we shall go back to the castle."
Och, och hone!" and the old woman sank on the floor, covering up her head, while Emily flew shrieking out of the room. When McElvina and his party quitted the castle, they returned to McElvina's house. "I cannot but pity Mr Rainscourt," observed the vicar; "indeed, I wish that, notwithstanding his violence, we had not quitted him without making the communication."
Swear!" continued he, putting one of the pistols to his ear, and his finger to the trigger. "I will do it on my soul I will, master dear," cried Norah. "Only put away the pistols, and if he were thousands more beautiful, and if my soul is to be burnt for ever, I'll do it." Again she returned to the chamber of the victim, followed by Rainscourt, who stood at the door to fortify her resolution.
The consciousness of guilt was mistaken for humility, and the feelings of both McElvina and the vicar were kindly influenced towards Rainscourt. "Mr Rainscourt," said the former, "we pay you this early visit that we may have the pleasure of relieving your mind from a weight which it is but too evident presses heavily upon it.
"Pooh, my dear," replied Rainscourt, embarrassed, and unwilling that a scene should take place before his companions "I was only joking." "Good morning, Rainscourt," said one of his friends "I'm afraid that I shall be de trop." "And I'm off too, my dear fellow, for there's no saying how the joke may be taken," added the other, following his companion out of the room.
Now, Rainscourt would not have so immediately answered the question, but he was determined that his spouse should participate in those pangs of disappointment which swelled his own breast; as a partner of all his joys, she was, of course, fully entitles to an equal proportion of his cares. "No, madam it is not so." "Surely you are trifling with me, Mr Rainscourt: is not the admiral dead?"
"And sure there's a letter for the master; Barney, the post-boy, is just bringing it." "Well, where is it?" replied Rainscourt. "He says that it's two thirteens that must be paid for it, and the dirty spalpeen of a postmaster told him not to give you the letter without the money for it in his fist." "Tell Barney to step in here have you two shillings, Mrs Rainscourt?"
The ladies would talk of nothing but Mr Rainscourt and his equipage and such a handsome man, too.
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