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"I mind it weel, man," answered James, "I mind it weel, and good reason why it was when you unclasped the fause traitor Ruthven's fangs from about our royal throat, and drove your dirk into him like a true subject. "Even so, gracious sovereign," said the old earl, "and may I yet farther crave to know if I have ever exceeded the bounds of your royal benevolence?"
I would not have you come to Stirling, lest it should be supposed that you are influenced in your judgment either my myself or my wife. But I think there cannot be a question that Lord Ruthven's services to the great cause invest him with a claim which his opponent does not possess.
"Oh, I know perfectly well that you dislike Neergard. I don't, and that's the difference." "I'm not speaking of Mr. Neergard, Gerald; I'm only trying to tell you what this man Ruthven really is doing " "What do I care what he is doing!" cried Gerald angrily. "And, anyway, it isn't likely I'd come to you to find out anything about Mrs. Ruthven's second husband!" Selwyn rose, very white and still.
This, in brief, was Ruthven's general scheme of campaign; and the entire affair had taken some sort of shape, and was slowly beginning to move, when Neergard's illness came as an absolute check, just as the first papers were about to be served on him.
One feels that he may take it as a sort of compliment to himself, or, at any rate, contribute grins of his own, which would be hateful. Clowes was as grave as Trevor when they entered the study. Ruthven's study was like himself, overdressed and rather futile. It ran to little china ornaments in a good deal of profusion. It was more like a drawing-room than a school study.
Then Selwyn went away with a shrug of utter loathing; but after he had gone, and Ruthven's servants had discovered him and summoned a physician, their master lay heavily amid his painted draperies and cushions, his congested features set, his eyes partly open and possessing sight, but the whites of them had disappeared and the eyes themselves, save for the pupils, were like two dark slits filled with blood.
"He told me he had been comparing the MS. notes with Dr. Ruthven's published paper, and he thought my father saw farther into the capabilities." "Well, he will do right with it. I am thankful to leave it in such hands as his and the Monk's." "Then it was this," continued Allen, "that was the key to poor Janet's history.
Head still sinking, face covered with the silvery fur, the tremors from her body set her hand quivering on his. Heart-sick, he forbore to ask for the explanation; he knew the real answer, anyway whatever she might say and he understood that any game in that house was Ruthven's game, and the guests his guests; and that Gerald was only one of the younger men who had been wrung dry in that house.
But Annie did not, at such a moment, stand upon ceremony. She was by this time leading the children home, one in each hand. "So you are really going away, and immediately?" said she to Mrs Ruthven. "Immediately," replied the heated, anxious Mrs Ruthven. "Where is Lady Carse?" The question again brought tears into Mrs Ruthven's swollen eyes. "I do not know.
She tried to imagine the poor Queen and her attendant and her favourite Rizzio, sitting there at supper, and how that door, that very door, had opened, and Ruthven's ghastly figure, pale, and weak from illness, presented itself, and then others; the alarm of the moment; how Rizzio knew they were come for him, and fled to the Queen for protection; how she was withheld from giving it, and the unhappy man pulled away from her, and stabbed with a great many wounds, before her face; and there, there! no doubt, his blood fell!
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