“We must lose no time, Bagenal,” said the Knight, hastily; “I cannot
count very far on that gentleman's delicacy or forbearance. Lady Eleanor
must not be exposed to the indignities the law will permit him to
practise towards us; we must, if possible, leave this to-night;” and
so saying, he left the room to make arrangements in accordance with his
resolve.
Bagenal Daly looked after him for a moment. “Poor fellow!” muttered he,
“how manfully he bears it!” When a sudden flush that covered his cheek
bespoke a rapid change of sentiment, and at the same instant he left the
room, and, crossing the hall and the courtyard, walked hastily towards
the stables.
“Saddle a horse for me, Carney, and as fast as may be.”
“Here's a mare ready this minute, sir; she was going out to take her
gallop.”
“I'll give it, then,” said Daly, as he buttoned up his coat; and then,
breaking off a branch of the old willow that hung over the fountain,
sprang in the saddle with an alertness that would not have disgraced a
youth of twenty.
“There he goes,” muttered the old huntsman, as he looked after him, “and
there is n't the man between this and Killy-begs can take as much out
of a baste as himself. 'T is quiet enough the mare will be when he turns
her head into this yard again.”
Whatever Daly's purpose, it seemed one which brooked little delay, for
no sooner was he on the sward than he pushed the mare to a fast gallop,
and was seen sweeping along the lawn at a tremendous pace. In less than
ten minutes he saw O'Reilly's carriage, as, in a rapid trot, the horses
advanced along the level avenue, and almost the moment after, he
had stationed himself in the road, so as to prevent their proceeding
further. The coachman, who knew him well, came to a stop at his signal,
and before his master could ask the reason, Daly was beside the window
of the chariot.
“I would wish a word with you, Mr. O'Reilly,” said he, in a low, subdued
voice, so as to be inaudible to the sub-sheriff, who was seated beside
him. “You made use of an expression a few moments ago, which, if I
understood aright, convinces me I have unwittingly done you great
injustice.”
O'Reilly, whose ashy cheek and affrighted air bespoke a heart but ill at
ease, made no reply, and Daly went on,--
“You said, sir, that neither the time nor the place suited the notice
you felt called upon to take of my remarks on your conduct. May I ask,
as a very great favor, what time and what place will be more convenient
to you? And I cannot better express my own sense of regret for a hasty
expression than by assuring you that I shall hold myself bound to be at
your service in both respects.”
“A hostile meeting, sir, is that your proposition?” said O'Reilly,
aloud.
“How admirably you read a riddle!” said Daly, laughing.
“There, Mr. Jones!” cried O'Reilly, turning to his companion, “I call
on you to witness the words,--a provocation to a duel offered by this
gentleman.”
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