"You do not rejoice with me!" she cried, seizing both the duchess's
hands. "Why do you not congratulate me? I am the happiest creature in
the whole world!" she exclaimed, bursting into a flood of tears. The
duchess's alarm increased every moment. "I tell you, Christian, he is
out of prison!--he has escaped them all!--he is, I trust, safe from all
discovery. Oh! Heaven has been very merciful to me!" she continued,
bowing her head with a meek fervour, which somewhat re-assured her
friend, and made her hope the countess's words were not all the
hallucinations of a maniac.
By degrees she became more composed, and gave some account of how her
lord's escape had been effected: then, indeed, did the duchess mingle
tears of joy with hers, and smile to think how she had misconstrued her
friend's expression of happiness.
When they had sufficiently recovered themselves to converse with some
composure, the duchess informed Lady Nithsdale that the king was so
much incensed against her for attempting to force her petition upon
him, that she advised her to keep herself as closely concealed as
possible. She told her she would herself go to court that evening,
that she might the better judge how the intelligence of the Earl of
Nithsdale's evasion was there received: and the friends once more
parted.
The countess, as before, had discharged her chair, and now procured
another, in which she proceeded to the house at which she had appointed
to meet Amy Evans.
The duchess repaired to St. James's, where she found the king much
irritated, and declaring that such a thing could not have been effected
without a conspiracy: he that night despatched two persons to the
Tower, to ascertain that the other prisoners were well secured: and on
all sides the duchess heard different surmises as to the mode in which
the earl's evasion could have been accomplished. Some threw the blame
in one, some in another quarter,--none glanced at the true mode.
The duchess alone was acquainted with the countess's part in it; and
if she had not still felt too deep an anxiety for the ultimate fate
of such dear friends, she could almost have smiled at the confident
assertions, the contradictory reports, the consequential hints, which
were either loudly spoken or mysteriously whispered in all directions.
Indeed it has been a singular circumstance that an event of
considerable importance, and one of such recent occurrence, should for
many years have been enveloped in such mystery!
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