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The captain tells me that he has been as much as three weeks coming round." Mr. Tufton grunted again as if to signify that such unpunctuality was altogether displeasing to him. "You are tall," he said, looking up at Charlie, who stood half a head above him, "and thin, very thin. You have a loose way of standing, which I don't approve of."
On each side of the two figures I obtained a glimpse of stark emptiness. Betty said: "Are you Mrs. Tufton? I've come to talk to you about your husband. Let me come in." The attack was so debonair, so unquestioning, that the woman withdrew a pace or two and Betty, following up her advantage, entered and shut the door behind her.
She smiled in a forlorn kind of way. "Don't do that, for I shall want it inside you more than ever now. Tell me, how is Tufton?" "Tufton ?" "Yes Tufton." I must confess that my mind being so full of Betty, I had clean forgotten Tufton. But Betty remembered. I smiled. "He's getting on fine," said I. I reached out my hand and held her cold, slim fingers. "Promise me one thing, my dear."
He always conveyed personal information as though he were giving evidence against a defaulter. I had to start all over again. Apparently this had happened: Mrs. Tufton had arrayed herself, not in sackcloth and ashes, for that was apparently her normal attire, but in an equivalent, as far as a symbol of humility was concerned; namely, in decent raiment, and had sought her husband's forgiveness.
She seemed to be all alone in this great old castle, and at once consented to show us about, being, no doubt, glad to see any Christian visitors. The castle is now the property of Sir R. Tufton; but the present family do not make it their permanent residence, and have only occasionally visited it.
"....very mysterious person," Sir Mortimer was saying, "nobody knows him, devilish odd, eh, Tressider? Tufton Green dubbed him the 'Galloping Countryman, what do you think of the name?" "Could have suggested a better, curse me if I couldn't, yes, Carnaby, oh damme!
Tell me your name, young master, and let us talk this matter over together. I have ever sought to mingle mercy and discretion with the need for making a livelihood out of my fellowmen." Tom was surprised into a short laugh at this unexpected address. "I am Tom Tufton of Gablehurst," he began, but was quickly interrupted. "What! the son of the good Squire of Gablehurst! Lad, is this the truth?"
She spoke in a soft voice, and the rough fellows answered with more gentleness. "We are looking for one Thomas Tufton, your father's lodger, for whose apprehension we hold a warrant. He was seen to enter this house last night, and has not left it since." "He left it a short time ago, in the dusk," answered Rosamund indifferently. "But wherefore is he arrested?"
All you who are here Thomas Tufton, Earl of Thanet; Savage, Earl Rivers; Charles Spencer, Earl of Sunderland; Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester; you Barons, Gray of Rolleston, Cary Hunsdon, Escrick, Rockingham, little Carteret; Robert Darcy, Earl of Holderness; William, Viscount Hutton; and Ralph, Duke of Montagu; and any who choose I, David Dirry-Moir, an officer of the fleet, summon, call, and command you to provide yourselves, in all haste, with seconds and umpires, and I will meet you face to face and hand to hand, to-night, at once, to-morrow, by day or night, by sunlight or by candlelight, where, when, or how you please, so long as there is two sword-lengths' space; and you will do well to look to the flints of your pistols and the edges of your rapiers, for it is my firm intention to cause vacancies in your peerages.
The other man, who had seemed about to rush forward, too, now started back in terror and dismay. Sheltering himself behind a tree, he yelled out in a voice of trembling fury: "You shall swing for this, Tom Tufton! you shall feel the halter about your neck right soon! The highway robber who is a murderer to boot will never escape the arm of the law!
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