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Domingo, and was so interested in the manufacture of violins, ancient and modern, that Mr. Wyvil promised to show her his famous collection of instruments, after dinner. Her overflowing amiability included even poor Miss Darnaway and the absent brothers and sisters.
Cecilia's maid was charged with a neat little three-cornered note from her young lady, to be presented to her master. Wondering why his daughter should write to him, Mr. Wyvil opened the note, and was informed of Cecilia's motive in these words: "DEAREST PAPA I hear Mr. Mirabel is with you, and as this is a secret, I must write.
He had no weapon about him, having left his cudgel in the shop, but he doubled his fists, and, nerved by passion, felt he had the force of a Hercules in his arm. Wyvil, in his turn, kept his hand upon his sword, and glanced at his mistress, as if seeking instructions how to act. At length, Mrs. Bloundel, who formed one of the group, spoke.
A lady seated behind Francine interfered to good purpose by giving her a chair, which placed her out of sight of the audience. Order was restored and the proceedings were resumed. On the conclusion of the meeting, Mirabel and Emily were found waiting for their friends at the door. Mr. Wyvil innocently added fuel to the fire that was burning in Francine.
"Was that your motive," he asked, "for answering my letter as cautiously as if you had been writing to a stranger?" "Indeed you are quite wrong!" Emily earnestly assured him. "I was perplexed and startled and I took Mr. Wyvil's advice, before I wrote to you. Shall we drop the subject?" Alban would have willingly dropped the subject but for that unfortunate allusion to Mr. Wyvil.
The moon is in trine with the lord of the ascendant, so far, good; but there is a cross aspect from Mars, who darts forth malicious rays upon them. Your suit will probably be thwarted. But what Mars bindeth, Venus dissolveth. It is not wholly hopeless. I should recommend you to persevere." "Juggler!" exclaimed "Wyvil between his teeth.
Seeing Emily hesitate, temptation overcame her. "Not a doubt of it, papa!" she declared confidently. "Is Cecilia right?" Mr. Wyvil inquired. Reminded in this way of her influence over Alban, Emily could only make one honest reply. She admitted that Cecilia was right. Mr. Wyvil thereupon advised her not to express any opinion, until she was in a better position to judge for herself.
"If had my own way, he should leave it through the window," said Mrs. Bloundel; "and if he tarries a minute longer, I will give the alarm." "You hear this, sir," cried Amabel: "go, I entreat you." "I yield to circumstance, Amabel," replied Wyvil; "but think not I resign you. Come what will, and however I may be foiled, I will not desist till I make you mine." "I tremble to hear him," cried Mrs.
Wyvil, I did not deserve this from you." "Hear me, Amabel," cried her lover; "I implore your forgiveness. What I have done has been from irresistible passion, and from no other cause. You promised to meet me to-night. Nay, you half consented to fly with me. I have prepared all for it. I came hither burning with impatience for the meeting.
"I don't think so," returned his wife; "and now, since the proper time for the disclosure of the secret has arrived, I must tell you that the gallant who called himself Maurice Wyvil, and whom you so much dreaded, was no other than the Earl of Rochester." "Rochester!" echoed the grocer, while an angry flush stained his cheek; "has that libertine dared to enter my house?"
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