“Let me advise you not, madam. I have desired my men,——Studley, be more
quiet, will you?——I have desired my men to make no disturbance: and, if
you make none, the neighbours will take us for customers, and you will
be spared all disagreeable remarks. Be quick, Studley!”
Mrs. Le Brocq loudly exclaimed that they might well desire quietness
when they came like thieves to carry away her property. They had good
reason to fear being mobbed; and mobbed they should be. The officer
quietly and civilly showed his warrant, and cited that clause of the Act
which provides that all persons who oppose, molest, or otherwise hinder
any officer of excise in the execution of his duty, shall respectively,
for every such offence, forfeit two hundred pounds. The good woman dared
do nothing worse after this than turn her back upon the trio and their
occupation, and shut herself into her house. There she sat, rocking
herself in her great chair, and not even knitting, when, in less than a
quarter of an hour, the officer tapped at the door, and requested
admittance. At first, she would not hear; and when she dared be deaf no
longer, she became lame, and made him wait, on account of her
rheumatism, as long as she possibly could. It gave him pleasure, he said
good-humouredly, to deliver to her the order he held in his hand, his
little business being now finished. Her hands were too busy, as she
pretended, fumbling under her apron, to be at liberty to take the note.
She bade him carry it back to those that sent it; and when he declined
doing this, she sullenly nodded towards a table where he might lay it
down. He obeyed orders, touched his hat, and departed.
She was still rocking herself in her great chair when Anna returned.
“O, mother, what has happened now?” cried Anna, seeing that matters had
gone wrong during her absence. “Mother, speak! Have the Excise been upon
us again?”
“To be sure: carrying off all we were going to sell by auction. They
want to put me into prison, too. I shall never see Louise more.”
“O, mother, did they say so?” cried Anna, sinking into a chair. “I hope,
at least, they will put you beside my father;—and me, too,” she
faltered, as the idea crossed her of her being left alone on the
premises, her parents in prison, and the Durells, from some cause,
inaccessible. “Mother, how could they have the heart to tell you that
you must go to prison? Was it Studley? I suppose it was Studley. And
when, mother? When——”
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