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The young lady was Mistress Aveline Calveley, his informant said, only child of Master Hugh Calveley, who had but lately come to dwell in Tottenham, and of whom little was known, save that he was understood to have fought at the battle of Langside, and served with great bravery, under Essex, both in Spain and in Ireland, in the times of good Queen Bess such times as England would never see again, the old farmer parenthetically remarked, with a shake of the head.
The command could not be disobeyed. As Jocelyn drew near, and laid his hand upon Hugh Calveley, the latter looked reproachfully at him, saying, "Thou doest well, son of my old friend." Jocelyn was unable to reply, for a crowd now pressed forward on all sides, completely surrounding the prisoner.
After a brief pause, the door was almost noiselessly opened, and Clement Lanyere entered the chamber. "What has Lanyere to do with the matter?" cried Sir Francis, suspiciously regarding the promoter, who was without his mask. "You will hear," replied Sir Giles. "Be pleased to inform Sir Francis, good Lanyere, how you come to be in a position to demand the hand of fair Mistress Aveline Calveley?"
"Methinks that smacks of treason," cried Dick Taverner. "Our Puritan has quitted us poor fowl to fly at higher game. Hark ye, Sir!" he added to Hugh Calveley. "You would not dare utter such words as those in the King's presence." "Thou art mistaken, friend," the other rejoined. "It is my purpose to warn him in terms strong as those I have just used.
"It was I Jocelyn Mounchensey, the son of your old friend," replied the young man. "Come nigh to me, Jocelyn," said the dying man. "I have done you wrong, and entreat your pardon." "O, talk not thus!" cried Jocelyn, springing towards him. "I have nothing to forgive, but much to be forgiven." "You have a noble heart, Jocelyn," rejoined Hugh Calveley; "and in that respect resemble your father.
"Why have you sent for me, Sir?" she demanded. "I have sent for you, Aveline Calveley, to remind you of the promise made by you to your dying father," he rejoined. "Ah!" she exclaimed; "then my forebodings of ill are realized."
"Bid the officer in charge of Hugh Calveley attend me," he said. The man bowed, and departed. Sir Thomas Lake then turned to the paper which he had just opened before Aveline's appearance, and was soon so much engrossed by it that he seemed quite unconscious of her presence. His countenance became gloomier and more austere as he read on, and an expression of pain almost a groan escaped him.
Lamentable as is the good Sir Ferdinando's case, it stands not alone. It is one of many. And many, many more will be added to the list, if this tyrannical Herodias be suffered to govern." And as if goaded by some stinging thought, that drove him nigh distracted, Hugh Calveley arose, and paced to and fro within the chamber. His brow became gloomier and his visage sterner.
Lea Hall, an ancient and famous timbered mansion, surrounded by a moat, was situated about six miles from Chester, but the moat alone remains to show where it stood. Here lived Sir Hugh Calveley, one of Froissart's heroes, who was governor of Calais when it was held by the English, and is buried under a sumptuous tomb in the church of the neighboring college of Bunbury, which he founded.
"Thy father was my nearest and dearest friend, young man," Hugh Calveley said; "and thy father's son shall be welcome to my dwelling. Enter, I pray of you. Yet pause for a moment. I have a word more to declare to these people. Ye heed not my words, and make a mock of me," he continued, addressing the assemblage: "but I will give you a sign that I have spoken the truth."
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