Ireland -- Fiction; Land League (Ireland) -- Fiction; Land tenure -- Fiction; Political fiction
If you're not out of that before the end of the month, but
stay there doing things for them infernal blackguards,
your goose is cooked. So now you know all about it.
From yours,
MOONLIGHT.
Edith attempted to laugh at this letter, but Peter made her
understand that it was no laughing matter.
"I've a married darter in Dublin who won't see her father shot down
that way if she knows it."
"You had better take it to papa, then, and give him warning," said
Edith.
But this Peter declined to do on the spur of the moment, seeming to
be equally afraid of his master and of Captain Moonlight.
"If I'd the Captain here, he'd tell me what I ought to do." The
Captain was always Captain Clayton.
"He is coming here to-morrow, and I will show him the letter," said
Edith. But she did not on that account scruple to tell her father at
once.
"He can go if he likes it," said Mr. Jones, and that was all that Mr.
Jones said on the subject.
This was the third visit that the Captain had paid to Morony
Castle since the terrible events of the late trial. And it must be
understood that he had not spoken a word to either of the two girls
since the moment in which he had ventured to squeeze Edith's hand
with a tighter grasp than he had given to her sister. They, between
them, had discussed him and his character often; but had come to no
understanding respecting him.
Ada had declared that Edith should be his, and had in some degree
recovered from the paroxysm of sorrow which had first oppressed her.
But Edith had refused altogether to look at the matter in that light.
"It was quite out of the question," she said, "and so Captain Clayton
would feel it. If you don't hold your tongue, Ada," she said, "I
shall think you're a brute."
But Ada had not held her tongue, and had declared that if no one else
were to know it--no one but Edith and the Captain himself--she would
not be made miserable by it.
"What is it?" she said. "I thought him the best and he is the best. I
thought that he thought that I was the best; and I wasn't. It shall
be as I say."
After this manner were the discussions held between them; but of
these Captain Clayton heard never a word.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account