The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain: The Works of William Carleton, Volume OneCarleton, William
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The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain: The Works of William Carleton, Volume One
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Yes, sir,” replied the other, “I brave you--I defy you.”
“Very well, sir,” returned the baronet--“remember these words.”
“I am not in the habit of forgetting anything that a man of spirit
ought to remember,” said the other--“I have the honor of wishing you a
good-morning.”
The baronet withdrew in a passion that had risen to red heat, and was
proceeding to mount his horse at the door, when Counsellor Crackenfudge,
who had followed him downstairs, thus addressed him:
“I beg your pardon, Sir Thomas; I happened to be sitting in the
back-room while you were speaking to that strange fellow above; I pledge
you my honor I did not listen; but I could not help overhearing, you
know--well, Sir Thomas, I can tell you something about him.”
“How!” said the baronet, whose eye I gleamed with delight--“Can you, in
truth, tell me anything about him, Mr. Crackenfudge? You will oblige me
very much if you do.”
“I will tell you all I know about him, Sir Thomas,” replied the worthy
counsellor; “and that is, that I know he has paid many secret visits to
Mr. Birney the attorney.”
“To Birney!” exclaimed the other; and, as he spoke, he seemed actually
to stagger back a step or two, whilst the paleness of his complexion
increased to a hue that was ghastly--“to Birney!--to my blackest
and bitterest enemy--to the man who, I suspect, has important
family documents of mine in his possession. Thanks, even for this,
Crackenfudge--you are looking to become of the peace. Hearken now; aid
me in ferreting out this lurking scoundrel, and I shall not forget your
wishes.” He then rode homewards.
The stranger, during this stormy dialogue with Sir Thomas Gourlay,
turned his eye, from time to time, toward Fenton, who appeared to have
lost consciousness itself so long as the baronet was in the room. On the
departure, however, of that gentleman, he went over to him, and said:
“Why, Fenton, what's the matter?” Fenton looked at him with a face of
great distress, from which the perspiration was pouring, but seemed
utterly unable to speak.
CHAPTER VI. Extraordinary Scene between Fenton and the Stranger.
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