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“Triflers!” echoed Colonel Ashton, half unsheathing his sword, while
Bucklaw laid his hand on the hilt of that which Craigengelt had just
reached him.
Sir William Ashton, alarmed for his son’s safety, rushed between the
young men and Ravenswood, exclaiming: “My son, I command you—Bucklaw, I
entreat you—keep the peace, in the name of the Queen and of the law!”
“In the name of the law of God,” said Bide-the-Bent, advancing also
with uplifted hands between Bucklaw, the Colonel, and the object of
their resentment—“in the name of Him who brought peace on earth and
good-will to mankind, I implore—I beseech—I command you to forbear
violence towards each other! God hateth the bloodthirsty man; he who
striketh with the sword shall perish with the sword.”
“Do you take me for a dog, sir” said Colonel Ashton, turning fiercely
upon him, “or something more brutally stupid, to endure this insult in
my father’s house? Let me go, Bucklaw! He shall account to me, or, by
Heavens, I will stab him where he stands!”
“You shall not touch him here,” said Bucklaw; “he once gave me my life,
and were he the devil come to fly away with the whole house and
generation, he shall have nothing but fair play.”
The passions of the two young men thus counteracting each other gave
Ravenswood leisure to exclaim, in a stern and steady voice:
“Silence!—let him who really seeks danger take the fitting time when it
is to be found; my mission here will be shortly accomplished. Is _that_
your handwriting, madam?” he added in a softer tone, extending towards
Miss Ashton her last letter.
A faltering “Yes” seemed rather to escape from her lips than to be
uttered as a voluntary answer.
“And is _this_ also your handwriting?” extending towards her the mutual
engagement.
Lucy remained silent. Terror, and a yet stronger and more confused
feeling, so utterly disturbed her understanding that she probably
scarcely comprehended the question that was put to her.
“If you design,” said Sir William Ashton, “to found any legal claim on
that paper, sir, do not expect to receive any answer to an
extrajudicial question.”
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