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But what now is the trouble with worthy Catesby, and his Reverence?" The exclamation was called forth by the action of the two horsemen who were leading the little cavalcade. They had pulled up their steeds and appeared to be listening intently, though to the ears of their companions, who had dropped some ten score paces behind, no sound save the moaning of the wind could be heard.
At last, in sheer despair at his inability to shake him off, he had to tell him that he had an appointment with a lady. "Well, I'll come, too," said the other, glowering at him. "It's very like she'll have a friend with her; they generally do." "I'll run round and tell her," said Catesby. "I'd have arranged it before, only I thought you didn't care about that sort of thing."
On the threshold of the chamber Catesby paused, and turning to Percy, said: "'Twill mayhap be two days ere I again come to thee, for it is my purpose to make a journey into the country, that I may gain better understanding concerning certain matters which rest heavily on my mind; therefore marvel not if for one night I be absent." "Thou goest then to Worcester?" asked Winter.
Catesby was alluding to a great railway tragedy which had taken place outside Lydmouth station some few years back. It had been a most disastrous affair for a local express, and Catesby had been acting as guard to the train. He spoke of it under his breath. "I dream of it occasionally even now," he said. "The engine left the line and dragged the train over the embankment into the river.
"I am at your lordship's service," said Lothair, and they quitted the breakfast-room together. Half-way down the gallery they met Monsignore Catesby, who had in his hand a number, just arrived, of a newspaper which was esteemed an Ultramontane organ.
Culverhouse listened to the story, and when it was done he said: "Take heed, good Cuthbert, that thou dost not meet with a worse mischance than the loss of thy purse. I would sooner have mine filched from me by freebooters than owe aught to Robert Catesby that could give him any claim upon me." Cuthbert looked up quickly.
"If he comes not within a short while, I shall hold that all is lost. I fear me we did wrong to send him. That letter that letter that luckless letter! who can have been the writer?" "Tresham, I fear me without doubt, albeit he denied it with such steadfast boldness. Would to heaven that fickle hound had never been admitted to our counsels! That was thy doing, Catesby."
"Am I so altered that you don't know me, Prudence?" inquired Mr. Catesby; with pathos. "Don't you know your Fred?" "Go out," said Mrs. Truefitt, recovering; "go out at once." Mr. Catesby looked from one to the other in consternation. "I know I've altered," he said, at last, "but I'd no idea " "If you don't go out at once I'll send for the police," said the elder woman, sharply. "Prudence, scream!"
Catesby was a youthful member of an ancient English house, which for many generations had without a murmur, rather in a spirit of triumph, made every worldly sacrifice for the Church and court of Rome. For that cause they had forfeited their lives, broad estates, and all the honors of a lofty station in their own land.
While Guy Fawkes held converse with his daughter, the five gentlemen he had left at Percy's house were soberly discussing the weighty matters which had drawn them together. The sun had already gilded the dome of St. Paul, when Winter, Catesby, Wright and Digsby made ready to take their departure.
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