Katerfelto: A Story of ExmoorWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Katerfelto: A Story of Exmoor
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Exmoor (England) -- Fiction
"I wish you had!" replied the other; "for I believe you are the devil
himself, or in close league with him. However, I did not come here to
prate about my luck, and I have little time to waste; my lady thinks I
am at Ranelagh. She's to meet me there later. Now business is business,
my good friend; what have you done for me?"
"Little and yet enough," answered the other. "You will meet somebody at
Ranelagh to-night; you are to be wary and cautious. Do not seem to
recognise her till you find her unattended. You may then speak three
words, no more. It is her express stipulation. They will be answered in
due time. She goes to Ranelagh early and remains only an hour."
"Then I had better be off!" exclaimed his lordship, pressing a purse
into Katerfelto's hand. "What? are you so ceremonious? Must you needs
come to the door yourself? Where's the pretty gipsy lass? I saw her not
ten minutes ago. I say, Katerfelto, if ever you sell her back into
bondage, let me have the refusal. By Jupiter! if I was to put that girl
into velvet and brocade I could take the town by storm."
"Your lordship does her too much honour," answered Katerfelto, bowing
profoundly while he opened the door, but there was a malicious twinkle
in his eye, and a curl of scorn about the corners of his mouth, to belie
the outward show of deference with which he dismissed his visitor.
The latter had been gone but a few minutes ere a sedan-chair was set
down at the end of Deadman's Alley, and a lady closely veiled, carrying
a riding mask, not over her face, but in her hand, alighted with some
trepidation, peering up and down the passage, as if fearful of being
observed, while she made for the red lamp in Katerfelto's window. This
visitor was also admitted after a little cautious tap, but, unlike her
predecessor, looked with scorn rather than admiration on Waif's dark
locks and flashing glances. "Tell the Doctor, child," said she, "that I
am not to be disturbed while I consult him, and beware of
eaves-dropping. I do not choose to share my secrets with a waiting-maid,
for all her saucy looks and sallow skin!"
Waif scarcely heard and certainly did not heed, for her heart was in the
sick-chamber with John Garnet, whither her agile body lost no time in
following it.
"Your ladyship is early," said Katerfelto, with an obeisance courtly,
but not subservient. "Ranelagh need wait the less impatiently for its
fairest ornament."
"La, Doctor!" was the answer, "who could have told you I was going to
Ranelagh? I protest you know everything. My lord thinks I am there now."
"My lord will be there as surely as my lady," answered the other. "But
it was not to learn his lordship's movements that your ladyship came
here!"
"Fie, Doctor!" she replied; "what woman of fashion cares to know the
doings of a husband? I have a crow to pluck with you. Do you remember
what you promised me the last time I was here?"
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