The Weird of the Wentworths: A Tale of George IV's Time, Vol. 2Scotus, Johannes
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The Weird of the Wentworths: A Tale of George IV's Time, Vol. 2
Scotus, Johannes
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- George IV, 1820-1830 -- Fiction
Often when we wish to comfort people we say the worst things we can by a
sort of heartless chance--contrariety. The Marquis, anxious to alleviate
her fears by assigning a cause for her husband's absence, said the very
worst thing he could.
"I think it is not at all unlikely, Ellen, that Wentworth has heard the
news, and gone off with soldiers to the spot."
"Gracious Heavens!" cried the Countess, "I never thought of that; it is
too true, that must be it, and he is now in those dreadful ruffians'
power,--he is perhaps, wounded,--he may be--"
But her lips refused to frame the word, all she thought to say was lost
in a wild scream, as she sunk on the floor, in a dead swoon. The
Marquis, terrified at what he had thoughtlessly done, rang the bell,
while he lifted the insensible lady, and placed her on a sofa. The fit
proved a long and dangerous one, and it was not till the doctor had been
sent for that Lord Arranmore felt free from alarm. The medical gentleman
said there was no cause for any apprehension, and in a short time she
would recover. In the excitement occasioned by the Countess's illness
the absence of the Earl was partially lost sight of, and whilst the
Marquis was bending over the patient, he was somewhat surprised by the
sudden reappearance of the Earl _in propriâ personâ_, who when his
lady's illness was told him, rushed to the drawing-room, and forcing his
way through the surrounding servants, in an agony of fear pressed his
wife's hand, exclaiming:
"I knew it, see what my folly in not telling her has done. I think
everything is leagued to rob me of my mind to-night,--mysterious guides,
horrid butcheries, robbers' dens, and now my wife dying."
The voice of her husband acted as a restorative when the doctor was
beginning to think all would fail, and the Countess opened her eyes.
When she saw the object of her solicitude she burst into tears, crying--
"God be thanked you are safe, my own Wentworth! where have you been? why
did you leave me?"
"My darling, I could not help it, I was unwillingly lured away, but you
shall hear all when you are better; we must get you to bed at once, the
horrors of this evening have been too much for you."
The Countess grew rapidly better, and ere long was calmly sleeping away
her terrors, whilst the Earl drew the Marquis aside and told him the
cause of his absence. For more than two hours they were closely closeted
together, and as they shook hands the Earl said:
"It has been truly the most wonderful day of my life."
"It indeed seems so,--it is the most extraordinary history I ever heard
in my life,--it out-Herods all romances and novels. Faith, you were a
bold fellow to risk your life amongst such ruffians."
"Had I not I should never have known all this; poor John, such an
end,--and the other--"
"After all, you would have been happier in blissful ignorance, but you
are sure it is not a tissue of lies?"
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