John Inglesant: A Romance (Volume 2 of 2)Shorthouse, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
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John Inglesant: A Romance (Volume 2 of 2)
Shorthouse, J. H. (Joseph Henry)
Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Religious fiction
Lauretta was evidently frightened, yet she followed his example and
drank. The night air was heavy and close, not a breath of wind stirred
the lights, though every window was thrown open, and the shutters that
closed the loggia outside were drawn back. In the brilliant moonlight
every leaf of the great forest shone with an unnatural distinctness,
which, set in a perfect silence, became terrible to see. The sylvan
arcades seemed like a painted scene-piece upon a Satanic stage,
supernaturally alight to further deeds of sin, and silent and unpeopled,
lest the wrong should be interrupted or checked. To Inglesant’s excited
fancy evil beings thronged its shadowy paths, present to the spiritual
sense, though concealed of set purpose from the feeble human sight. The
two found their eyes drawn with a kind of fascination to this strange
sight, and Inglesant arose and closed the shutters before the nearest
casement.
They felt more at ease when the mysterious forest was shut out. But
Lauretta was silent and troubled, and Inglesant’s efforts to cheer and
enliven her were not successful. The delicious wines to which he
resorted to remove his own uneasiness and to cure his companion’s
melancholy, failed of their effect. At last she refused to drink, and
rising up suddenly, she exclaimed,—
"Oh, it is terribly hot. I cannot bear it. I wish we had not come!"
She wandered from the room in which they sat, through the curtained
doorway into the next, which was furnished with couches, and sank down
on one of them. Inglesant followed her, and, as if the heat felt
stifling also to him, went out upon the open verandah, and looked upon
the forest once more.
Excited by the revels of the past few days, heated with wine, with the
night ride, and with the overpowering closeness of the air, the
temptation came upon him with a force which he had neither power nor
desire to resist. He listened, but no sound met his ear, no breath
stirred, no living being moved, no disturbance need be dreaded from any
side. From the people in the pavilion he looked for no interference,
from the object of his desires he had probably no need to anticipate any
disinclination but what might easily be soothed away. The universal
custom of the country in which he was now almost naturalized sanctioned
such acts. The hour was admirably chosen, the place perfectly adapted
in every way, as if the result not of happy chance but deeply concerted
plan.
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