Lady Bell, volume 1 (of 3) : $b A story of last centuryTytler, Sarah
History
Lady Bell, volume 1 (of 3) : $b A story of last century
Tytler, Sarah
Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Zounds! had a girl like Lady Bell been exposed in a place like Peasmarsh
at a time like this, all night? She must have been decoyed, made away
with. He would give Trevor Court—his life—to see her in honour and
safety again. He would cause this woman, who had suffered Lady Bell to
be lost, to pay for it with her miserable means, her vile body. He
should have her before a magistrate, lay her in prison, and leave her to
rot there among the demireps, and felons, who were fit company for her.
“Oh, gracious sir! have mercy on me!” implored the woman, “listen to
reason! I never knowed there was any harm in my lady going abroad, when
she had been flourishing up and down, here and there, and everywhere,
for the last ten days, by your own orders, Squire. I’ll take my Bible
oath on that; and you too up to the ears with the ’lection to bear her
company. How could I know that she were to go wrong all at oncet, and be
lost, and bring this trouble on my poor innocent head?”
An unexpected arrival came to the landlady’s aid. Mrs. Walsh, the
Squire’s cousin, entered, walked up to the Squire, and spoke to the
point of his misery and his conscience.
“I have ridden over, cousin, because I have heard word that, in your
arrogance and lust to win this canvass, you have been exposing Lady
Bell, like a bird with its wings unclipped, to the snare of the fowler.
Now, by the first word I hear from you, the bird has flown, or been
stricken down, and its blood be on your head.”
The difficulty of the situation in which Squire Trevor was placed, could
not have been surpassed; even if Lady Bell had deliberately selected the
occasion of her quitting him for the purpose of baffling and
discomfiting him, she could not have succeeded better. He could not
throw up the chances of his election, and abandon his party and his
supporters in order to seek her. Political feeling ran too high then, to
admit of such a course, even in a more devoted husband than Mr. Trevor.
His very vanity and obstinacy which, without knowing that she had
divulged his secret and provided for the safety of his enemy, were
enlisted in recovering his marital rights, and humbling and punishing
Lady Bell, were equally enlisted in his standing to his colours, not
showing the white feather, and going through with, and, if possible,
winning the election.
It became a matter of peevish policy even, and of rage repressed, that
it might be more scathing in the end, to be gloomily silent on the
domestic misfortune which had befallen him. He was constrained to seek
in the dark in order to discover what could have become of Lady Bell. He
had to let rumour give out that she was gone, while the person most
concerned concealed the inexplicable nature of her absence.
Thus it happened, that Lady Bell Trevor’s disappearance was whispered as
a mystery in Peasmarsh, and that all sorts of astounding and
contradictory accounts prevailed.
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