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The pursuers followed hard after him, Lord Rosmore amongst them, and he, too, thought of Lenfield Manor and Gilbert Crosby. No news reached the village on the Sunday or the Monday. Crosby waited anxiously. The last he had heard was that Feversham was on Sedgemoor and that a battle was imminent.
The cause is at their heart and no leader need feel shame at such a host." "A rabble," said Rosmore. "A rabble that will not run counts for much, my lord, and Monmouth is no mean general as those who fought at Bothwell Bridge know well." "You talk as though you were a messenger from Monmouth himself," said Rosmore. "Were you a witness of the landing?"
For a moment Rosmore hesitated. "No; we will not shake hands," he said. "If I have found consolation, I cannot forget who you are and that you have robbed me of Mistress Lanison. To clasp your hand would mean to wish you good luck, and I cannot do that. I want her to know that she has chosen badly. You and I could never be friends, Mr. Crosby."
She had glanced at her uncle and wondered whether this might be some plot between these two to force her to this marriage. She distrusted her uncle as much as, if not more than, she did Lord Rosmore. "If I consent?" she said. Rosmore made a step towards her, and Sir John looked up quickly. They were suddenly as men who had played a desperate game and won.
If the landlord blushed, it made no appreciable difference to his rosy countenance, which grinned good-humouredly as he executed Lord Rosmore's orders. "Truly, it is good liquor," said Rosmore when he had sampled it. "Do you get good company to come out of their way to taste it?" "Ay, sir, at times, and a few soldiers lately. You and your two men here will be from the West, very like.
"Ah, yes, I did make some kind of promise," said Marriott. "A gallantry, Rosmore, and I would make my words good if I had the chance." "And the bribe?" Rosmore asked. "As you have just said, that can be no concern of yours." "That is not so certain. It happens that you have the chance. Mistress Lanison is in Dorchester a prisoner." Marriott sprang to his feet. "The devil! Who had her arrested?"
I had mentioned your name I could hardly help doing so but with no intention of dragging you into a matter with which you have really nothing to do." "Tell her, Rosmore," said Sir John. "She may have more concern in it than you imagine."
"You are back sooner than I expected from the West, Lord Rosmore," said Barbara. "Lord Rosmore comes upon a grave matter," said Sir John, and his face was serious enough to give his words ample meaning, "a matter that concerns us all. I fear there are days of trouble in front of us, and I am too old for such things."
"Always verses nothing but verses," said Rosmore, who had drunk little and seemed to watch his companions with amusement. "No woman was ever won by poetry," said a girl in Fellowes' ear. "Try some other way." "What way?" The girl whispered to him, laughing the while. She was very pretty, very innocent to look upon.
It was the only other place he knew where a message could reach him. "Good-bye, then," said Rosmore. "You will be wise to keep within doors until you leave Dorchester for good. There are many who know Gilbert Crosby, and once in the hands of Jeffreys you would have short shrift." "Thank you. I shall take care. I believe you have proved a friend, Lord Rosmore," and Crosby held out his hand.
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