First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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For once the bagpipes were not played under the windows of Arandale
Castle at ten; indeed it was nearer twelve when the well known sounds
were heard.
Yet late as was the hour, Edmund did not appear at the breakfast table.
His adventure of the night before with the ruffian who had obtained
admittance in the disguise of a juggler, having been mentioned by Lord
Arandale to Lady Arandale; by her Ladyship to Mrs. Morven; by Mrs.
Morven to the General; by the people on the grounds, who had witnessed a
part of the business, to all the servants; and by the servants to their
respective masters and mistresses, it was now universally talked of. By
those we mean, who could talk; some there were, who could not trust their
lips with the utterance of a single syllable. Who could thus desire the
amiable Edmund’s destruction, baffled all conjecture.
There was but one rational supposition, the Earl said. The villain must
have been employed by some one acquainted with those concealed facts,
which had hitherto surrounded their young friend’s fate with mystery;
some one whose interest would materially suffer by the development of
that mystery; while at the same time there was most probably some event
about to take place, which threatened to produce that development.
“Then, Edmund must be still in danger!” exclaimed Frances, starting
upright from her seat, and clasping her hands. Julia sat trembling, and
as pale as death; but neither moved nor spoke. The butler entered with
rolls. He was asked if he could be certain that no one had been admitted
without a ticket. He was quite certain! He had, himself, taken the ticket
of each person who passed the first hall. Even the little pedlar had
presented a card, which, happening to be of similar dimensions to the
tickets, he, the butler, unfortunately, had not examined at the time; and
which, when examined afterwards, proved to be one belonging to the man’s
shop in Bath. This was the only ticket which was not correct, of the full
number issued. It was strange! Tickets had not been given to any friends
to give to friends of theirs; with the exception of a very few to Edmund
himself, and to Henry, for naval officers of their acquaintance.
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