Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
“I am going down to the shore, with all the men I can muster, to try
and seize the wreckers if possible at their fiendish work, or to render
help if it be possible to any hapless vessel they may have lured to
destruction. I pray Heaven we may defeat their villainous intentions;
but I fear old David is right, and that they know very well what they
are about, and do not light false fires without warrant that they light
them not in vain. Bride, remain you here; call up the women, and let
one or two rooms be prepared. It may be we shall have some half-drowned
guest with us when we return. It can do no harm to be prepared. That is
your office. See that all is in readiness if wanted.”
The excitement and alarm had by this time spread to the stables, and
the men from there came hurrying round, eager to take a share in the
night’s expedition. Two stout young fellows were sent to the foot of
the lantern-tower to keep guard there, and see that no hurt came to the
old man; and the rest were formed into a regular marching squad by the
Duke, who always had his servants drilled into some sort of military
precision, ready for an emergency of this kind, and led by him straight
down to the beach, carrying such things as were thought needful, both
in the event of a struggle with the wreckers, or the necessity of
organising a rescue party to some vessel in distress.
Bride was left in the castle, surrounded by the women of the household,
who had by this time been aroused, and had come out of their rooms,
some in terror, some in excitement, and were all eager to know both
what had happened and what was to be done.
Bride took a little on one side the housekeeper and her old nurse, two
old servants in whom she had the utmost confidence, and quietly gave
her orders. One or two of the spare bed-chambers were to be quickly
prepared for the accommodation of possible guests. The fire in the hall
was to be lighted, and some refreshment spread there. Visitors at the
castle had been rare of late, and some of the chambers were likely to
be damp, and the fires might very likely smoke on being lighted.
“You had better make use of the rooms Mr. Marchmont uses when he is
here,” said Bride. “They have been used a good deal this year. I think
there has never been any trouble with them.”
“They are all ready, my lady,” answered the housekeeper. “His Grace
gave orders that they were to be put in readiness to receive him at any
time. They only want the fires lighting.”
“Ah! true--I remember,” answered Bride. “Then let fires be lighted
there instantly. Set the girls to work at something. They are only
growing frightened and upset by talking and wondering. Let everything
be ready in case there are persons brought in drowned, or almost
drowned. Let everything be at hand that can be wanted. Nurse, you
understand that sort of thing. You know what is needed in every kind
of emergency. See that all is ready. We do not know what may be coming
to-night.”
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