Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Jacobite Rebellion, 1715 -- Fiction
Lady Webb was just as much struck with the castle and its surroundings
as her daughter, and fondly hoped that she might soon have a stronger
interest in the place. Her ladyship was conversing with Father Norham,
and all she heard about the young earl heightened her desire to call
him her son-in-law. Father Norham spoke with the greatest warmth of his
lordship's goodness of heart, noble qualities, and chivalrous character.
“He is like Bayard himself,” he said; “a chevalier without fear and
without reproach.”
“With such a splendid mansion as this, and with such wealth as his
lordship possesses, 'tis a wonder he does not marry,” remarked Lady
Webb.
“His lordship will never marry except for love,” replied the priest.
“That is perfectly consistent with the noble and disinterested character
you have given him,” said Lady Webb. “But I should have thought,” she
added, glancing towards Dorothy, “that a very charming young friend of
ours might have touched his heart.”
“Apparently not,” replied Father Norham. “I myself should have been well
pleased if such had been the case. But I do not think Lord Derwentwater
will marry till our rightful king is restored.”
“Then he may have to wait long.” said her ladyship.
At this moment Charles Radclyffe made his appearance.
Seeing him return alone, Lady Webb and her daughter began to have some
misgivings, but they were quickly set at rest by Charles, and a few
minutes later his lordship himself was seen at the end of the terrace.
Lord Derwentwater was, of course, accompanied by the prince, but he left
him at the further end of the lawn, and went quickly on alone to welcome
his visitors.
Oh! how Anna's heart fluttered as she beheld him.
His devoirs were first paid to Lady Webb, and then to the younger
ladies. Dorothy was quite easy in her manner, and shook hands with him
warmly, but Anna courtesied deeply to the formal bow he addressed to
her. At the same time, the flush on her cheek betrayed the state of her
feelings.
Lord Derwentwater could not fail to perceive this, and we doubt not he
was much gratified by the discovery, but he was obliged to turn to the
others.
Meanwhile, the prince had come up, and in compliance with the
instructions he had received, Lord Derwentwater introduced him as Mr.
Johnson--but without another word.
Sir John Webb bowed rather stiffly to the stranger, and Forster was
scarcely more polite; indeed, very little notice was taken of him,
except by the young ladies, both of whom were struck by his manner, and
entered into conversation with him.
They soon found out that he was a person of distinction, and learning
that he had only just come from France, felt sure he must be a messenger
from the Chevalier de Saint George, and began to question him about
the prince, displaying an interest in the cause, that could not but be
agreeable to the hearer.
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