Love and Life: An Old Story in Eighteenth Century CostumeYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Love and Life: An Old Story in Eighteenth Century Costume
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
English fiction -- 19th century
Straight down she ran
.... and fatally did vow To wreake her on the mayden messenger
Whom she had caused be kept as prisonere.
SPENSER.
Hark! there was the trampling of horses and thundering of wheels at the
door! Could the doctor be come already, and in such a fashion?
Jumbo hurried to admit him, and Mrs. Aylward moved to arrange matters,
but the clasp that was on Aurelia’s hand would not let her go.
Presently there came, not Dr. Hunter’s tread, but a crisp, rustling
sound, and the tap of high heels, and in the doorway stood, tall, erect,
and terrible, Lady Belamour, with a blaze of wrath in her blue eyes, and
concentrated rage in her whole form, while in accents low, but coming
from between her teeth, she demanded, “Miserable boy, what means this?”
“Oh! madam, take care! he is sadly hurt!” cried Aurelia, with a gesture
as if to screen him.
“I ask what this means?” repeated Lady Belamour, advancing, and seeming
to fill the room with her majestic figure, in full brocaded dress, with
feathers waving in her hair.
“His Honour cannot answer you, my Lady,” said Mrs. Aylward. “He has had
a bad fall, and Mr. Belamour is gone to send for the doctor.”
“This is the housekeeping in my absence!” said Lady Belamour, showing
less solicitude as to her son’s condition than indignation at the
discovery, and her eyes and her diamonds glittering fearfully.
“My Lady,” said Mrs. Aylward, with stern respectfulness, “I knew nothing
of all this till this lady called me an hour ago telling me Sir Amyas
was hurt. I found him as you see. Please your Ladyship, I must go back
to him.”
“Speak then, you little viper,” said Lady Belamour, turning on Aurelia,
who had risen, but was held fast by the hand upon hers. “By what arts
have you well nigh slain my son? Come here, and tell me.”
“None, madam!” gasped Aurelia, trembling, so that she grasped her
chair-back with her free hand for support. “I never saw him till
to-night.”
“Lies will not serve you, false girl. Come here this instant! I _know_
that you have been shamelessly receiving my son here, night after
night.”
“I never knew!”
“Missie Madam never knew,” chimed in Jumbo. “All in the dark. She
thought it old mas’r.”
Lady Belamour looked contemptuously incredulous; but the negro’s
advocacy gave a kind of courage to Aurelia, and availing herself of
a slight relaxation of the fingers she withdrew her hand, and coming
forward, said, “Indeed, madam, I know nothing, I was entirely deceived.
Only hearing two voices in the dark alarmed me, so that I listened to my
sister, and struck a light to discover the truth. Then all caught fire,
and blazed up, and--”
“Then you are an incendiary as well as a traitor,” said her Ladyship,
with cold, triumphant malignity. “This is work for the constable. Here,
Loveday,” to her own woman, who was waiting in the outer room, “take this
person away, and lock her into her own room till morning, when we can
give her up to justice.”
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