Old Saint Paul's: A Tale of the Plague and the Fire. Ainsworth William Harrison

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      "How did they get into the house?" inquired Leonard.

      "I let them in through the back door," replied Blaize.

      "Then let them out by the same way," rejoined the apprentice. "May I ask what you are doing here?" he added, to Amabel.

      "What is that to you, fellow?" cried Rochester, in his assumed voice.

      "Much, as you shall find, my lord," replied the apprentice; "for, in spite of your disguise, I know you. Quit the house instantly with your companion, or I will give the alarm, and Amabel well knows what the consequences will be."

      "You must go, my lord," she replied.

      "I will not stir unless you accompany me," said Rochester.

      "Then I have no alternative," rejoined Leonard. "You know your father's determination—I would willingly spare you, Amabel."

      "Oh, goodness! what will become of us?" cried Patience—"if there isn't Mr. Bloundel coming downstairs."

      "Amabel," said Leonard, sternly, "the next moment decides your fate. If the earl departs, I will keep your secret."

      "You hear that, my lord," she cried; "I command you to leave me."

      And disengaging herself from him, and hastily passing her father, who at that moment entered the kitchen, she rushed upstairs.

      On hearing the alarm of the grocer's approach, Pillichody took refuge in a cupboard, the door of which stood invitingly open, so that Bloundel only perceived the earl.

      "What is the matter?" he cried, gazing around him. "Whom have we here?"

      "It is a quack doctor, whom Blaize has been consulting about the plague," returned Leonard.

      "See him instantly out of the house," rejoined the grocer, angrily, "and take care he never enters it again. I will have no such charlatans here."

      Leonard motioned Rochester to follow him, and the latter reluctantly obeyed.

      As soon as Bloundel had retired, Leonard, who had meanwhile provided himself with his cudgel, descended to the kitchen, where he dragged Pillichody from his hiding-place, and conducted him to the back door. But he did not suffer him to depart without belabouring him soundly. Locking the door, he then went in search of Blaize, and administered a similar chastisement to him.

      IV.

      THE TWO WATCHMEN

      On the day following the events last related, as Leonard Holt was standing at the door of the shop,—his master having just been called out by some important business,—a man in the dress of a watchman, with a halberd in his hand, approached him, and inquired if he was Mr. Bloundel's apprentice.

      Before returning an answer, Leonard looked hard at the newcomer, and thought he had never beheld so ill-favoured a person before. Every feature in his face was distorted. His mouth was twisted on one side, his nose on the other, while his right eyebrow was elevated more than an inch above the left; added to which he squinted intolerably, had a long fell of straight sandy hair, a sandy beard and moustache, and a complexion of the colour of brickdust.

      "An ugly dog," muttered Leonard to himself, as he finished his scrutiny; "what can he want with me? Suppose I should be Mr. Bloundel's apprentice," he added, aloud, "what then, friend?"

      "Your master has a beautiful daughter, has he not?" asked the ill-favoured watchman.

      "I answer no idle questions," rejoined Leonard, coldly.

      "As you please," returned the other, in an offended tone. "A plan to carry her off has accidentally come to my knowledge. But, since incivility is all I am likely to get for my pains in coming to acquaint you with it, e'en find it out yourself."

      "Hold!" cried the apprentice, detaining him; "I meant no offence. Step indoors for a moment. We can converse there more freely."

      The watchman, who, notwithstanding his ill-looks, appeared to be a good-natured fellow, was easily appeased. Following the apprentice into the shop, on the promise of a handsome reward, he instantly commenced his relation.

      "Last night," he said, "I was keeping watch at the door of Mr. Brackley, a saddler in Aldermanbury, whose house having been attacked by the pestilence is now shut up, when I observed two persons, rather singularly attired, pass me. Both were dressed like old men, but neither their gait nor tone of voice corresponded with their garb."

      "It must have been the Earl of Rochester and his companion," remarked Leonard.

      "You are right," replied the other; "for I afterwards heard one of them addressed by that title. But to proceed. I was so much struck by the strangeness of their appearance, that I left my post for a few minutes, and followed them. They halted beneath a gateway, and, as they conversed together very earnestly, and in a loud tone, I could distinctly hear what they said. One of them, the stoutest of the two, complained bitterly of the indignities he had received from Mr. Bloundel's apprentice (meaning you, of course), averring that nothing but his devotion to his companion had induced him to submit to them; and affirming, with many tremendous oaths, that he would certainly cut the young man's throat the very first opportunity."

      "He shall not want it then," replied Leonard contemptuously; "neither shall he lack a second application of my cudgel when we meet. But what of his companion? What did he say?"

      "He laughed heartily at the other's complaints," returned the watchman, "and told him to make himself easy, for he should soon have his revenge. 'To-morrow night,' he said, 'we will carry off Amabel, in spite of the apprentice or her father; and, as I am equally indebted with yourself to the latter, we will pay off old scores with him.'"

      "How do they intend to effect their purpose?" demanded Leonard.

      "That I cannot precisely tell," replied the watchman. "All I could hear was, that they meant to enter the house by the back yard about midnight. And now, if you will make it worth my while, I will help you to catch them in their own trap."

      "Hum!" said Leonard. "What is your name?"

      "Gregory Swindlehurst," replied the other.

      "To help me, you must keep watch with me to-night," rejoined Leonard.

      "Can you do so?"

      "I see nothing to hinder me, provided I am paid for my trouble," replied Gregory. "I will find some one to take my place at Mr. Brackley's. At what hour shall I come?"

      "Soon after ten," said Leonard. "Be at the shop-door, and I will let you in."

      "Count upon me," rejoined Gregory, a smile of satisfaction illumining his ill-favoured countenance. "Shall I bring a comrade with me? I know a trusty fellow who would like the job. If Lord Rochester should have his companions with him, assistance will be required."

      "True," replied Leonard. "Is your comrade a watchman, like yourself?"

      "He is an old soldier, who has been lately employed to keep guard over infected houses," replied Gregory. "We must take care his lordship does not overreach us."

      "If he gets into the house without my knowledge, I will forgive him," replied the apprentice.

      "He won't get into it without mine," muttered Gregory, significantly.

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