Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
"Go up, Ned," said I; and to Philip, as I pointed to a chair, "Sit
there, brother." And to Ned again: "If he but rise from his chair
before you return, I will shoot him, as surely as you shall kill me
after him. Is it primed?" I asked, for the pistol was of the pattern
then coming into use, discharged by means of a falling flint. And
he, taking it from my hand, and raising the dog, and peering into the
pan for the priming, I added: "But he will not move, for he has done
no wrong."
He put the weapon in my hand. "You will not fail me?" he asked, with
a countenance very awful to see. For answer I looked once in his
face. He turned and went swiftly through the little door and up the
stair.
Philip, as I think, knew it was no vain threat that I had made. But
I, believing his conscience clean, had little doubt of a willing
captive.
The time passed unbroken with a word; hours it could not be, but
whether minutes or seconds I do not know. And somewhere in the heart
of my confidence there throbbed a little pricking pain of doubt.
For, brother as he was, to me the man was yet a stranger. What if he
were of those with whom all means are held lawful to the cherished
end? Had not I, but an ignorant girl, done for one end what I had
held base indeed for another? And for answer I clung to the stock of
my weapon, and swore he should die if His Highness had suffered. For
not only Drayton, but Royston honor also lay in the hollow of my
hand. But I swore, too, that I would not long survive him; and, if
Ned would do it, even death would not be wholly without sweetness.
At last a step was on the stair, and my eyes went again to the little
door. And, when I saw his returning face, I laughed aloud.
"You may well laugh, Mistress Philippa," he said, sheathing the sword
that had not, I suppose, left his hand since it had leapt from the
scabbard on his first doubt of Philip, "for I was indeed a fool to
doubt him." Then, turning to Philip: "I did you wrong, Drayton," he
said; "the blame must lie on the evil company we did find you in."
"I should myself, I fear, doubt any man in such case," answered
Philip.
With that they fell to considering what should be done. Philip was
at first for returning to his chamber above. But Ned had already
taken his resolution. Sir Michael, he said, should not, in the sweet
evening of a life of honor, see his house come to shame. "You
cannot, I do suppose," he continued, "bring proof or witness of your
innocence in the matter?"
"He that alone could clear me," replied my brother, "is escaped.
Moreover, I do not think he bears me any good-will."
"Then you must go," declared Royston, in accents very positive.
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