The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45Ainsworth, William Harrison
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The Manchester Rebels of the Fatal '45
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- George II, 1727-1760 -- Fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction
"There is one thing you will accept from Sir Richard, I am sure," he
said, "and that is an apology, and I hope he will make you a handsome
one for the rudeness with which he has treated you."
"I cannot discuss private matters in public, Sir John," said
Rawcliffe. "But from what I have heard since my return--and I have
called at my sister's house and seen Father Jerome--I think I have
good reason to complain of Mr. Atherton Legh's conduct."
"I must bear what you have said in silence, Sir Richard, and with such
patience as I can," rejoined Atherton. "But you have no reason to
complain of my conduct."
"I am certainly of that opinion, and I happen to know something of the
matter," observed Dr. Byrom. "I think Mr. Atherton Legh has behaved
remarkably well."
"Cannot the matter be adjusted?" asked General MacDonald.
"Impossible," replied Sir Richard. "And I am sure you will agree with
me, Sir John, when I give you an explanation in private."
"But you are bound to state, Sir Richard," said Dr. Byrom, "that Mr.
Atherton Legh's conduct has been in no respect unbecoming a
gentleman."
"That I am quite willing to admit," rejoined the baronet.
"And with that admission I am satisfied," observed Atherton.
"'Tis a thousand pities the difference, whatever it may be, cannot be
amicably arranged," said the general; "but since that appears
impracticable, 'twill be best to let the matter drop."
Then turning to Dr. Byrom, he added, "Am I wrong, doctor, in supposing
that the young lady standing near us is your daughter. If so, pray
present me to her."
Dr. Byrom readily complied, and Sir John seemed delighted by the zeal
which the fair damsel displayed in the Jacobite cause.
"I see you already wear the white rose," he said, glancing at the
favour which she had pinned on her breast.
"It was given me by Helen Carnegie," replied Beppy.
"And you needn't scruple to wear it, for she is as honest and
true-hearted a lassie as ever breathed," said Sir John. "I know all
about her. Though she has been exposed to many temptations, her
character is quite irreproachable."
"You hear what General MacDonald says, papa?" cried Beppy. "It
confirms the good opinion I had formed of her. She seems to me to
possess a great many good qualities, and at all events I admire her
romantic attachment to her lover. Still, I don't think I should have
been so very much charmed with her if she hadn't been so exceedingly
pretty."
"Ay, there's her danger," cried Sir John. "But I trust she will come
to no harm. I hear Sergeant Dickson has brought her with him in his
advance-march. 'Tis a bold step."
"But it has proved successful," said Beppy. "They have gained more
than a hundred recruits."
At this moment the beating of a drum was heard, followed by a shout
that seemed to proceed from the direction of Market Street Lane, a
thoroughfare which turned out of the market-place on the left near the
Exchange.
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