Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Fiction
Nor were the words out of his mouth before I saw that he regretted
them, and that he knew, whether from my face, or from the unwonted
presence of Betty in my chamber, or from another cause that I did not
then understand, that all was not well. He sat him down heavily upon
the little settle at the bed's foot, with a countenance full of
perplexity and astonishment. But the mischief was done, and I must
find a reason for the presence in my bed of her who was safely
snoring in her own above our heads. So I told him that I had been
loath to sleep alone this night for the fear I had of the things that
were afoot in Drayton village, and had begged Betty to keep me
company. And with that the sergeant, who had, while we spoke, been
peering about the dark corners of the room, turned and sharply
enquired of me why this Betty that lay there in the bed must not be
aroused. "Because," said I, taking refuge in the unreason of a
woman's anger (for indeed I knew not what to say, and all seemed to
go awry from what I had intended), "because I will not have it done.
Is it become a custom with officers of the King to invade by force,
and at dead of night, the sleeping chambers of ladies?"
"Madam," he answered, somewhat abashed as I thought, "I am only a
poor sergeant that would do his duty to his officer. If you will
answer my questions, I will the sooner be gone."
In this gentle manner of taking it I saw some hope, and answered him
thus: "Poor Betty was my nurse, sergeant, and I love her dearly; and
she hath all day been afflicted with a most violent toothache, and 't
is but a little while since I gave her a great draught of a most
sovereign remedy--an electuary of poppy-seed--by which she is eased
of her pain and now fallen asleep." And in the manner the most
imploring I could compass I did here raise pitiful eyes to his face.
"I do perceive, sir," I continued, "I had no need to be angry, but
oh! I do pray you will not waken the poor woman; for a sudden waking
from a slumber procured by that drug is very harmful. Search all the
place--the closets, presses, and beneath the bed; though, in good
sooth, I do not know how you should think to find here any murderer."
The sergeant smiled with a certain grimness, and asked was it not
strange I should seek comfort for my fears in the company of one that
was sick of a toothache; whereon I replied that Betty sick was better
than many another whole.
"And were you sleeping, madam, when we first called upon you to
open?" says the sergeant.
"'T was my father's voice aroused me," I answered, wondering whither
he would lead me with his questioning.
"And had you then slept long?" asked he.
"Since ten o'clock, I do suppose," I replied.
"Yet your cloak, that you now wear, lay, until we were about
entering, there upon the bed," said he, with a meaning glance of
which the significance was wholly hidden from me.
"Well, what if it did?" said I.
"It lay, madam," he replied, "above the turned-down bedcover."
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