France -- History -- Louis XV, 1715-1774 -- Fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction
Yet now she appeared shorn of all those adornments which his common,
pitiful mind regarded as part and parcel of his dignity. The dress she
wore was a simple black one, made of a material which the humblest
lady in the land might have had on, without lace or trimmings or any
adornment whatsoever. Also on her head there was no towering wig, nor
powder, nor false curls; instead, her own sweet golden hair was neatly
brushed back into a great knot behind. Nor on her hands, nor on her
neck, was any jewellery, save only the one ring which, from the day he
had put it on her finger, she had ever regarded as a badge of slavery.
"Madam," he said, rising and advancing towards her, while as he did so
she retreated back towards the door, "Madam, I have come here to
desire an explanation from you as to why I find you gone from my house
and living under the shelter of another person's roof. And also, I
have to ask," he continued, letting his eye fall upon the plainness of
her attire, "why you present yourself before me in such a garb as you
now wear? I must crave an immediate answer, madam."
"I am here to give it," she replied. "And since I do not doubt that it
is the last time you and I will ever exchange words again in the
world, that answer shall be full and complete. But, first, do you
answer me this, Lord Fordingbridge. Was it by your craft that Mr.
Elphinston and Douglas and Archibald Sholto were denounced?"
She spoke very calmly; in her voice there was no tremor; also he could
see that her hands, in one of which she held a small packet, did not
quiver.
"Madam," he replied, endeavouring to also assume a similar calmness,
but not succeeding particularly well, while at the same time one of
those strong waves of passion rose in his breast which he had hitherto
always mastered when engaged in discussion with her, "madam, by what
right do you ask me such a question as this? What does it concern you
if I choose to denounce Jacobite plotters to the Government? Nothing!
And again I ask why you have left my roof for that of the worldling
with whom you have taken refuge, and why you appear before me in a
garb more befitting a mercer's apprentice than my wife?"
"Your equivocation condemns you. Simeon Larpent, it was you who played
the spy, you who were the denouncer of those three men. I knew that
there could be no doubt on that score."
"And again I say, what if I did? What then? What does it concern you?
What have you to do with it?"
"I have this to do," she replied; "but that which is to be done shall
be done before witnesses," and stepping to the bell rope, she pulled
it strongly, so that the peal rang through the house.
"Witnesses!" he exclaimed. "Witnesses! None are required. Yet, be
careful; I warn you ere it is too late. If you summon witnesses to
this interview, they may chance to hear that which, to prevent their
hearing, you would rather have died. Be careful what you do, madam."
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