Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical RomanceGrant, James
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Jane Seton; or, The King's Advocate: A Scottish Historical Romance
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- James V, 1513-1542 -- Fiction
"Nay, do not think me so base; warrants are out for the apprehension
of the earl as a traitor, and nowhere is he safe save in the secresy
of this abode, which, however, both you and he will soon change for
the sunnier atmosphere of my country tower at Redhall."
Lady Jane's anger at the coolness with which this was intimated,
prevented her making an immediate reply; but she looked all she felt,
yet only for a time; there was again in the black eyes of Sir Adam
that magnetic--that almost superhuman glance, which terrified her.
She thought of her mother's legends of the "Evil Eye;" and unable to
sustain the powerful gaze of this remarkable man, she paused, and her
eyelids drooped, to be raised again with hesitation; for the basilisk
expression of his eyes was no less singular than the melodious tone
of his soft and modulated voice was pleasing and subduing.
"Lady Jane Seton, you cannot have forgotten our last meeting, and the
interview to which I referred at Holyrood; that interview which
occurred now nearly a long year ago, in the garden of the abbot. Do
you still remember that soft moonlight night, and the tenor of our
conversation--a conversation, to me, so full of hope, of joy, of
tumult, and of giddy expectation. Ah, you did not then repel me with
eyes of proud disdain, or words of studied scorn. That night,
whenever I spoke, you were all earnestness, all smiles, and all
attention."
"Because, Sir Adam--and I call Heaven to be my witness,--I knew not
that your words meant more than the mere gallantry of a well-bred man
when conversing with a pretty woman."
"This is mere coquetry," said he, emphatically; "but since that night
I have been a dotard--a fool--the moon-gazing slave of an illusion.
My God! on that night I could not believe in the excess of my joy,
when I thought you were permitting me to love you: nor have I since
been able to realize the full extent of my misery and suspense. Oh,
I have been as one in a dream--a long and fearful dream; for in a
dream we feel so much more acutely than when awake!" He paused; and,
clasping his hands, continued again:
"Listen! I have a high office in the kingdom; my power is nearly
equal to that of his eminense the cardinal. I am the grand
inquisitor of the state, and the interrogator, the questioner, the
torturer of all alleged criminals. I may throw the highest in the
land into a dungeon, with or without a charge, if it suits my purpose
or my fancy so to do; and I have at all times the ear of the king and
his chancellor. Ponder over this, dear lady, for thou art the
daughter of a fallen race. I have a noble estate, which ere long
will be erected into an earldom----"
"On the ruin of my gallant brother's--hah!"
"On the ruin of none: but won honourably."
"I despise all earldoms that are not won as my forefathers' were, by
the sword."
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