Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
Anonymous
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
When the party reached the street, Sir Walter fell a pace or two
in the rear, and left Hildebrand and Evaline, who were foremost,
to walk on by themselves. This he did, no doubt, with the best
possible intentions, but it had not the effect he looked for on
his two young friends. It made Evaline uneasy, though she knew
not why; and Hildebrand, who had the moment before wished for
such an occasion, was confused, and knew not how to turn it to
account. Thus several minutes elapsed; and it was not till they
arrived in sight of the hostel, and Evaline had remarked that
they must soon part, that he could any way collect himself.
“Dear lady,” he then said, taking up the hand that hung through
his arm, “we part directly, and, it may be, for a long interval.
May I think that thou wilt sometime bear me in remembrance?”
“I were ungrateful, Sir, ever to forget thee,” said Evaline, with
some emotion.
“No, no, but most generous to bear me in memory,” answered
Hildebrand. “Howbeit, we are to part. Sir Edgar, methinks, has
now no cause to fear, and will be set at liberty to-morrow. But
the course of human affairs is uneven, and cannot be relied on.
If, therefore, thou hast ever occasion for a ready friend, who
can do for thee more than thou wouldst be disposed to think, let
this billet--” here he drew a sealed packet from his vest--“be
conveyed to the direction on its cover, and such a one will be
enlisted in thy service.”
Evaline, with the hand which she had at liberty, accepted the
proffered packet, but did not make any observation. Hildebrand
could not refrain from pressing her hand, which, led away by his
feelings, he still held in his, and he fancied that the pressure
was returned. But if it were, it was done so slightly, and with
such excessive gentleness, that it could hardly be felt, and
could not be regarded as any response.
At length they arrived at the hostel-door, and the light which
hung in the hall, falling on Evaline’s face, showed Hildebrand
that she was in tears. But, at this moment, they were joined by
Sir Walter, and, in a few words they both took leave of Evaline,
and turned to retire.
They passed to the end of the street in silence. There, as they
were turning into the street beyond, they encountered a squadron
of troopers, and they were obliged to press against the wall--for
there was no causeway to the street--in order that they might
have room to pass. The troopers were not long in passing, and our
two friends, having the thoroughfare again open, then resumed
their progress.
Meantime, the troop of horse, headed by a person in the garb of
a civilian, passed leisurely down the High-street, and proceeded
towards the city-gaol. On arriving thither, they drew up in its
front; and the civilian aforementioned, dismounting from his
horse, inflicted a loud and authoritative knock on the gate.
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