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
At length, the silence that prevailed, and the lateness of the
hour, which was now past midnight, led her to suppose that the
household must all have retired, and she proceeded to put in
execution her purpose of visiting the garden. Softly opening her
chamber-door, she looked out into the gallery, and found that the
lights in the hall below had been extinguished. Nevertheless, she
was afraid to bring her own light forth, and she set on her way
in the dark.
Wrapping her mantilla tightly round her, she pressed close to the
wall, and proceeded, with a light but quick step, to descend to
the hall. She soon reached the bottom of the stairs, and, with
a beating heart, groped her way to the rearward door. It was
very dark, but, from long familiarity with the building, both by
night and day, she knew where to tread, and she made out the
door without difficulty. She raised her hand to draw back the
bolts; but, to her surprise, she found that, either from neglect
or accident, these were not secured, and the door had been left
unfastened.
It was not without some qualms of fear that Inez looked out on
the pitchy night. The rain was still falling, though not with any
force, and the light showers drew from the foliage of the trees,
as they fell upon it, a distinct vibration, that gave to the
prevailing darkness an unearthly terror. But her apprehensions
of peril from fellow-mortals, which her venturing out alone at
so late an hour might well inspire, repressed any superstitious
fears in the bosom of Inez, though they rendered her equally
timid and irresolute. After a brief pause, however, her decision
returned, and, drawing the door close after her, she passed out.
Without the door, there was a stone landing, guarded on either
side by an iron rail, which led down a flight of steps to the
garden. Above the landing, on a level with the top of the door,
was a sort of veranda, open at the sides, which ran the whole
length of the rails. Inez now perceived, what she had not thought
of before, that this veranda was immediately beneath the casement
from which her lover had made his egress, and she doubted not
that he had easily lit upon it from the casement-sill, and thence
leaped to the ground. A thrill of joy shot through her frame, as,
measuring the height of the veranda with her eye, she perceived
that he could do this without incurring any hurt; and the prompt
manner in which he had seized such a means of escape, when the
danger must have been yet remote, and the expediency of retreat
could hardly have occurred to him, led her to look upon his image
with more confirmed admiration.
Nevertheless, he could not have got out of the garden; for, on
his entry with her duenna, the latter had locked the gate which,
as was shown heretofore, opened into the street, and there was no
other outlet but through the house. She determined, therefore,
pursuant to her original intention, to seek him in the garden,
and lend him her aid to get clear off.
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