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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Anyway, there's no hurry about switchin' the boy onto Lauzanne, so we'll settle that when you come back." Allis's visit to Ringwood was a flying one. Filial devotion to her father had been one motive, but not the only one. Her brother Alan's wardrobe received a visitation from hands not too well acquainted with the intricacies of its make-up.
No doubt there was something back of it all; some tout must have given Crane information of a fast gallop Diablo had done, and he had gone to Ringwood to buy the horse, thinking that Porter would be selling some of his racers owing to the accident. Langdon tried to remember what Shandy had said about Diablo, or whether the boy had mentioned his name at all.
Allis's telegram proved that the doctor had understood the pathology of Porter's treatment, for he became as a cripple who had touched the garment of a magic healer. It was thus that Allis found him when she reached Ringwood. Oh, but she was glad; and small wonder. What she had done was as nothing; it shrank into insignificance under the glamourous light of the change that had come over the home.
The two large hounds, Ringwood and Jowler, kept at their master's heels, being trained to understand and perform all the duties required of them, while the curs and terriers were running helter-skelter far ahead, or striking out into the woods without aim, and always returning without effecting any thing.
"Miss Villiers, do come here and help me to remember my duty," says Captain Ringwood, planting his back against the open door lest by any means it should shut. The chamber is round, and has, instead of windows, three narrow apertures in the walls, through which can be obtained a glimpse of the sky, but of nothing else. These apertures are just large enough to admit a man's hand.
"Who is the next heir to the castle?" asks the latter musingly, drumming his fingers idly on a table near him. "Dynecourt, the fellow who nearly did for Sir Adrian this evening!" replies Ringwood quietly. "Ah!" "It would have meant a very good thing for Arthur if the shot had taken effect," says Ringwood, eying his companion curiously.
Have they indeed hoped in vain! Dora is crying bitterly; Ethel, with her eyes fixed upon Ringwood, is reading her own disappointment in his face, when suddenly a piercing cry from Florence wakes the echoes round them. She has darted forward, and is kneeling over something that even now is only barely discernible to the others as they come nearer to it.
Ringwood; "why, my dear fel what the deuce has Florval been with you?" "D Florval!" growled Sam, "I've never set eyes on his face since last night; and never wish to see him again." "Come, come, enough of this talk; how do you intend to settle the bills which you gave him last night?" "Bills I what do you mean?"
When it was known in London how he had abased himself the general surprise was great; and no man was more amazed than Barillon, who had resided in England during two bloody proscriptions, and had seen numerous victims, both of the Opposition and of the Court, submit to their fate without womanish entreaties and lamentations. Monmouth and Grey remained at Ringwood two days.
At the same time a groom issued from the stable on the right, accompanied by the dog in question, and, hastening towards them, assisted them to dismount. The dog seemed to recognise the keeper, and leaped upon him, licked his hand, and exhibited other symptoms of delight. "What, Ringwood," cried the keeper, patting his head, "dost thou know thy old master again?
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