Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.Cooke, John Esten
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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.
Cooke, John Esten
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
“‘This whole affair is infamous,’ he said. ‘I knew that when I undertook
it. I was once a gentleman, and have not forgotten every thing I
then learned, whatever my practice may be. You have been tricked and
deceived. You have been made the victim of a disgraceful plot, and I was
the author of the whole affair; though this lady would, herself, have
been equal to that, or even more. You see I talk to you plainly, sir;
I know a gentleman when I see him, and you are one. I was formerly
something of the same sort, but having outlawed myself, went on in the
career that brought me to this. I was poor--am poor now. I originated
the idea of this pseudo-marriage, with a view to profit by it, but with
no further--’
“He suddenly paused and looked at the woman. Their glances in that
moment crossed like lightning.
“‘Speak out!’ she cried, ‘say plainly--’
“‘Hush! I did not mean to--I am no coward, madam!’
“‘Say plainly that it was _I_ who formed the design to get rid of this
person!’
“And she pointed furiously at me.
“‘Let no scruples restrain you--take nothing upon yourself--it was I,
I!--I who planned his death!’
“Mortimer remained for an instant silent. Then he resumed, in the same
measured voice as before:--
“‘You hear,’ he said. ‘I tried to shield her, to take the blame--meant
to give you no inkling of this--but she spoils all. To end this. I have
offered you a mortal insult--soiled an ancient and honorable name--the
last representative of the Mohuns has formed through me a degrading
connection. I acknowledge all that. I am going to try to kill you, to
bury every thing in the grave. I would have shrunk from assassinating
you, though I wish your death. You offer me honorable combat, and you
do me an honor, which I appreciate. Let us finish. The place, time, and
weapons?’
“There was, then, something not altogether base in this man. I listened
with joy. I had expected to encounter a wretch without a single
attribute of the gentleman.
“‘You accept this honorable combat, then?’ I said.
“‘With thanks,’ he replied.
“‘You wish to fight as gentlemen fight?’
“‘Yes.’
“‘You fence well?’
“‘Yes--but you?’
“‘Sufficiently well.’
“‘Are you certain? I warn you I am excellent at the foils.’
“‘They suit me--that is agreed on, then?’
“He bowed, and said:--
“‘Yes. And now, as to the place, the time, and every detail. All that I
leave to you.’
“I bowed in turn.
“‘Then nothing will delay our affair. I have ordered a grave to be dug,
in a private spot, on the river. The foils are ready, with the buttons
broken, the points sharpened. The carriage has been ordered. A ride of
fifteen minutes will bring us to the grave, which is done by this time,
and we can settle our differences there, by moonlight, without witnesses
or interruption.’
“Mortimer looked at me with a sinister smile.
“‘You are provident!’ he said, briefly. ‘I understand. The one who falls
will give no trouble. The grave will await him, and he can enter at once
upon his property!’
“‘Yes.’
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