Preston Fight: or, The Insurrection of 1715. Ainsworth William Harrison

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      “His lordship will never marry except for love,” replied the priest.

      “That is perfectly consistent with the noble and disinterested character you have given him,” said Lady Webb. “But I should have thought,” she added, glancing towards Dorothy, “that a very charming young friend of ours might have touched his heart.”

      “Apparently not,” replied Father Norham. “I myself should have been well pleased if such had been the case. But I do not think Lord Derwentwater will marry till our rightful king is restored.”

      “Then he may have to wait long.” said her ladyship.

      At this moment Charles Radclyffe made his appearance.

      Seeing him return alone, Lady Webb and her daughter began to have some misgivings, but they were quickly set at rest by Charles, and a few minutes later his lordship himself was seen at the end of the terrace.

      Lord Derwentwater was, of course, accompanied by the prince, but he left him at the further end of the lawn, and went quickly on alone to welcome his visitors.

      Oh! how Anna’s heart fluttered as she beheld him.

      His devoirs were first paid to Lady Webb, and then to the younger ladies. Dorothy was quite easy in her manner, and shook hands with him warmly, but Anna courtesied deeply to the formal bow he addressed to her. At the same time, the flush on her cheek betrayed the state of her feelings.

      Lord Derwentwater could not fail to perceive this, and we doubt not he was much gratified by the discovery, but he was obliged to turn to the others.

      Meanwhile, the prince had come up, and in compliance with the instructions he had received, Lord Derwentwater introduced him as Mr. Johnson – but without another word.

      Sir John Webb bowed rather stiffly to the stranger, and Forster was scarcely more polite; indeed, very little notice was taken of him, except by the young ladies, both of whom were struck by his manner, and entered into conversation with him.

      They soon found out that he was a person of distinction, and learning that he had only just come from France, felt sure he must be a messenger from the Chevalier de Saint George, and began to question him about the prince, displaying an interest in the cause, that could not but be agreeable to the hearer.

      “I shall probably see the prince ere long,” said the Chevalier, “and will not fail to tell him what warm partisans he has among the ladies of Northumberland.”

      “Tell him that Dorothy Forster, of Bamborough Castle, will do her best to aid him whenever he comes,” cried that young lady.

      “Tell him that Anna Webb begins to think he never means to come at all, and fears he has forgotten his friends,” added the other.

      “Both messages shall reach him, I promise you,” said the prince. “And when he learns how surpassingly beautiful are the two damsels who sent them he will be doubly gratified.”

      “We need no compliments,” said Anna. “For my part I am out of patience with the prince.”

      “Why so?”

      “Because he neglects so many opportunities. He might be on the throne now, had he chosen.”

      “The prince has neglected no chance. But you are not aware of the difficulties he has had to encounter.”

      “I can partly guess them. But they are nothing. Were I in his place I would have made twenty attempts, and either have succeeded or perished.”

      “I admire your spirit. But to win a kingdom, you must have an army. And the prince has no army.”

      “He could have one very soon,” cried Anna.

      “Yes, that is certain,” added Dorothy. “A small army could be raised in this county. Lord Derwentwater could bring five hundred men. And my brother, Mr. Forster could raise a troop.”

      “Tell this to the prince, when you go back,” cried Anna. “Say that the Jacobite ladies of England are dying to behold him.”

      “That will bring him, if anything will,” laughed the prince.

      At this moment Lord Derwentwater came up, and said to Anna:

      “May I ask what message you are sending to the prince?”

      “That we are all tired of waiting for him,” she replied. “We have been so often disappointed, that we begin to think he will never come.”

      “Then let me inform you that I have just received certain intelligence that his majesty is in England at this moment.”

      Dorothy and Anna uttered exclamations of surprise and delight.

      “You hear that, papa?” cried the latter to Sir John Webb. “Lord Derwentwater says that his majesty, King James the Third, is now in England. Is not that good news?”

      “Wonderfully good news!” exclaimed Sir John. “Where has he landed?”

      “I can’t tell you where he has landed,” cried Tom Forster, scarcely repressing a joyous shout. “But I can tell you where he is now. Since none of you have discovered him, I’ll be first to kiss hands.”

      And rushing forward, he bent before the prince, who graciously extended his hand towards him.

      On this there was a general movement towards the prince, who had now entirely changed his deportment, and received them all with dignified affability.

      To Lady Webb he showed marked attention, and to each of the young ladies he had something pleasant to say, and soon relieved any uneasiness they might feel as to the freedom with which they had spoken to him.

      This little ceremony over, he took Sir John Webb and Mr. Forster apart, and remained in earnest conversation with them for a few minutes.

      He then returned to the ladies, and proposed a walk in the garden, to which they delightedly assented.

      VII. – THE PROPOSAL

      The gardens at Dilston, though somewhat formally laid out, as previously mentioned, were very beautiful, and were just then in perfection. The prince admired them very much, and of course everybody else was enchanted.

      After wandering about for some time – now stopping to look at one object, now at another – the prince walked on with Lady Webb, and the party began to disperse, moving about in different directions.

      Somehow or other, Lord Derwentwater found himself alone with Anna. He looked about for Dorothy, but she was a long way off with Charles Radclyffe, and no one was near them.

      Close to where they stood was a rustic bench, shaded by a tree, and saying she felt a little fatigued, Anna sat down. Lord Derwentwater could not do otherwise than take a place beside her.

      We will not say what thoughts agitated her breast, but she felt that the critical moment had arrived, and trembled lest any interruption should occur before the word was uttered that might decide her fate.

      She did not look at the lovely parterre of flowers before her – nor listen СКАЧАТЬ