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"There is something you have not considered. If you die, if Mr. Wilding kills you..." she paused. He looked at her, and at the repetition of the fate that would probably await him if he persevered in the course he threatened, his purely emotional courage again began to fail him.
And Wilding drew his own contemptuous conclusions of the Secretary of State's cautious policy. It was a fortnight later when London was settling down again from the diversion of excitement created by the news of Argyle's defeat in Scotland before Mr. Wilding attempted to approach Sunderland again.
She passed out without another word, the old butler following, and presently through the door that remained open came Trenchard, in quest of Mr. Wilding who stood bemused.
"They are starting at a shadow." "Heaven send," prayed Trenchard, "that the shadow does not prove to have a substance immediately behind it." "Folly!" said Wilding. "When Monmouth comes, indeed, we shall not lack forewarning. Come," he added briskly. "We'll see this messenger and endeavour to discover who were these fellows that beset him."
"I would not... I would not have Richard a coward." "Would you prefer him dead?" asked Blake, sadly grave. "Sooner than craven yes," Ruth answered him, very white. "There is no question of that," was Blake's rejoinder. "The question is that Wilding said last night that he would kill the boy, and what Wilding says he does.
He was followed by a startled serving-wench, the only other person in the house, for every one was out of doors that night. Into the woman's care Wilding delivered his wife, and without a word to her he left the room, dragging Trenchard with him. It was striking nine as they went down the stairs, and the sound brought as much satisfaction to Ruth above as dismay to Wilding below.
The occasion might not be without its opportunities for her; and to begin with, it was no part of her intention that Wilding should be thus maligned and finally driven from the lists of rivalry with Blake. Upon Wilding, indeed, and his notorious masterfulness did she found what hopes she still entertained of winning back Sir Rowland. "Surely," said she, "you are a little hard on Mr. Wilding.
These tales Wilding and his associates had ignored. Of late the lack of direct news from the Duke had been a source of mystification to his friends in the West, and now, suddenly, the information went abroad it was something more than rumour this time that a letter of the greatest importance had been intercepted.
"I do protest," he exclaimed, "that those who advise Your Grace to do anything but go forward boldly now, are evil counsellors. If you put back to Holland, you may leave every hope behind. There will be no second coming for you. Your influence will have been dissipated. Men will not trust you another time. I do not think that even Mr. Wilding can deny the truth of this."
He had seen Broadway swarming with replicas of her. His business with Wilding took a little time. He explained that mademoiselle might have need of his legal services and certainly would wish to see Miss Pettis.
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