For whose sake?: A sequel to "Why did he wed her?"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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For whose sake?: A sequel to "Why did he wed her?"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Bigamy -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction
“One Rev. Mr. Campbell, ma’am; the Rev. Mr. James Campbell. He came from
Scotland, horridonally; but settled into the south coast of England.
Yes, that was so.”
By this time Ran was listening with the deepest interest to the words of
old Dandy, but leaving Judy to sustain the conversation.
“Why, Mr. Quin, we know who he is,” she gayly exclaimed.
“Do you know, ma’am? Indeed, and how, if you please?”
“Why, Mr. Quin, it is too long a story to tell you how now; and besides,
it concerns other people that I would rather not talk about; but this I
can tell you, that the Rev. Mr. Campbell is not now at Medge, but——”
“Where is he then, ma’am, if you please to tell me that I may know where
to seek for him? For I shall go to him first of all to ask after my
niece.”
“He is quite at the opposite end of England. He is at Haymore Rectory,
where we are all going.”
“The Lord be good to us! Is that so?” exclaimed Dandy joyfully.
“Indeed, yes! And now, Mr. Quin, if you wish to hear news of your niece,
Julia, you will have to go all the way to Haymore with us. And I am so
glad that we will not be separated. It will be so pleasant for us all to
go together to Haymore.”
“Yes, Dandy, old boy, and you must stop with me, you know, until you
find your niece,” added Ran.
“And will I see the Rev. Mr. James Campbell himself?” inquired Quin in
some doubt.
“Of course you will. And as servants don’t change places as often in the
old country as they do in the new, it is more than likely you will find
your niece at the rectory, unless she is married,” said Judy.
“Or—dead, poor wench!” added Dandy.
“Oh, no, indeed. She’s not dead! I’m certain of it,” exclaimed Judy,
with good-natured but inexcusable presumption.
“I’ll take that for a prophecy, anyways, ma’am, and believe into it.
Yes, that is so.”
“And you will come with us to Haymore, Dandy?” said Ran.
“I thank you kindly, sir; I will.”
“Pray, Mr. Quin, stop calling me sir. You are an old man and I am a
young one, almost a boy, and it is not fitting for you to call me sir.”
“Mr. Hay, I was brought up into the Church of England, and teached to be
content with that station of life into which the Lord had called me;
likewise, to respect my pastors and masters, and to honor my
sooperioors. And twenty years’ wandering among the mines haven’t made me
forget them airly lessons, nor yet my good manners, sir,” said Dandy,
with a ceremonious bow, as he lifted his fur cap from his bald head.
“Judy, can’t you bring them to reason?” inquired Ran, with a laugh.
“Sorrow a worrd they’ll listen to meself!” exclaimed Judy, backsliding
into dialect, as she frequently did.
“Well, do as you please, or I’ll make you!” laughed Ran.
And from that hour it was understood that the whole party should keep
together until they should reach Haymore, instead of separating at
Liverpool, as had been first intended.
The weather continued very fine, though very cold.
On the morning of the tenth they reached Queenstown.
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