My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 3 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the UnionWingfield, Lewis
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My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 3 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union
Wingfield, Lewis
Historical fiction; Ireland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
The matter would be settled--Shane would be safely
provided for. If the rumour of the councillor's escape and the
breaking of his parole were deftly managed, his own friends would be
disgusted; his mother, even, would see that confession would not help
matters; Government would wash its hands of so determined a Croppy,
when, the measure carried, his influence would be null and void. It
would be very much more likely than not that those who could speak
would irrevocably decide--after the escapade which they would father
on him--that the secret must be kept for ever.
Shane was amazed and delighted. The babe and suckling had spoken
wisdom indeed--admirable! Verily the best plans are the most simple
ones, and nothing could be simpler than this. It was not possible more
cleverly to meet every difficulty, to countercheck every contingency,
than by this subtle scheme. He promised himself in the future to make
Terence a splendid allowance as a salve to his own conscience--so soon
as he held his portion of the blood-money, and Doreen's stocking and
his marquisate, and a certainty that nobody would blab. So easily are
we inclined to believe what suits us that his bugbear vanished into
the air. Terence would never know. The crisis past, the prospective
marquis would score a point before the world by laying claim to his
brother's liberty, feigning to demand it for state services, instead
of promotion in the peerage. Of course everybody would applaud so
gracious, so affectionate an act. He would receive both favours. The
clouds which threatened to smother him were melting unaccountably
before a magic wand. How strange that the man who had power to work so
potent a spell should be stupid blundering Cassidy!
He clasped the giant warmly by the paw, vowing eternal gratitude if he
would see to this at once. Would he also consider as to what favour
the prospective Marquis of Glandore should ask the Government for his
dear friend--his excellent friend--his saviour?
Cassidy laughed with a great guffaw, which was not all innocence, at
the change which his suggestions had worked. It was just possible that
things would not turn out quite as the future marquis saw them. In a
case of abduction there may be a rescue. The rescuer may carry off the
prize. What if Doreen, instead of becoming by main force Madam Shane,
were to return to the world as Madam Cassidy? The giant had an eye to
that stocking, not for his patron but himself. He also had a consuming
desire to possess its mistress--all the more that she had twice
refused him; that she had declined his acquaintance altogether since
the little party at Glas-aitch-é. It would be a fine revenge to
possess her by right of conquest--a fine revenge on her and on the
odious Terence. No; it was hardly likely that the giant intended to
permit Miss Wolfe to become Madam Shane.
CHAPTER X.
CONSIGNED TO MOILEY.
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