Mistress Wilding Part 25
You’re reading novel Mistress Wilding Part 25 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
The door opened and Ensign Cragg made his appearance. "May it please Your Grace," he announced, "Mr. Battis...o...b..has just arrived, and asks will Your Grace receive him to-night?"
"Battis...o...b.." cried the Duke. Again his cheek flushed and his eye sparkled. "Aye, in Heaven's name, show him up."
"And may the Lord refresh us with good tidings!" prayed Ferguson devoutly.
Monmouth turned to Wilding. "It is the agent I sent ahead of me from Holland to stir up the gentry from here to the Mersey."
"I know," said Wilding; "we conferred together some weeks since."
"Now you shall see how idle are your fears," the Duke promised him.
And Wilding, who was better informed on that score, kept silence.
CHAPTER XIV. HIS GRACE' IN COUNSEL
Mr. Christopher Battis...o...b.. that mild-mannered Dorchester gentleman, who, like Wade, was by vocation a lawyer, was ushered into the Duke's presence. He was dressed in black, and, like Ferguson, was almost smothered in a great periwig, which he may have adopted for purposes of disguise rather than adornment. Certainly he had none of that air of the soldier of fortune which distinguished his brother of the robe. He advanced, hat in hand, towards the table, greeting the company about it, and Wilding observed that he wore silk stockings and shoes, upon which there rested not a speck of dust. Mr. Battis...o...b..was plainly a man who loved his ease, since on such a day he had travelled to Lyme in a coach.
The lawyer bent low to kiss the Duke's hand, and scarce was that formal homage paid than questions poured upon him from Grey, from Fletcher, and from Ferguson.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," the Duke entreated them, smiling; and remembering their manners they fell silent.
As Wilding afterwards told Trenchard, they reminded him of a parcel of saucy lacqueys who take liberties with an upstart master for whom they are wanting in respect.
"I am glad to see you, Battis...o...b.." said Monmouth, when quiet was restored, "and I trust I behold in you a bearer of good tidings."
The lawyer's full face was usually pale; to-night it was, in addition, solemn, and the smile that haunted his lips was a courtesy smile that expressed neither mirth nor satisfaction. He cleared his throat, as if nervous. He avoided the Duke's question as to the quality of the news he brought by answering that he had made all haste to come to Lyme upon hearing of His Grace's landing. He was surprised, he said; as well he might be, for the arrangement was that having done his work he was to return to Holland and report to Monmouth upon the feeling of the gentry.
"But your news, Battis...o...b.." the Duke insisted. "Aye," put in Grey; "in Heaven's name, let us hear that."
Again there was the little nervous cough from Battis...o...b.. "I have scarce had time to complete my round of visits," he temporized. "Your Grace has taken us so by surprise. I... I was with Sir Walter Young at Colyton when the news of your landing came some few hours ago." His voice faltered and seemed to die away.
"Well?" cried the Duke. His brows were drawn together. Already he realized that Battis...o...b..s tidings were not good, else would he be hesitating less in uttering them. "Is Sir Walter with you, at least?"
"I grieve to say that he is not."
"Not?" It was Grey who spoke, and he followed the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n by an oath. "Why not?"
"He is following, no doubt?" suggested Fletcher.
"We may hope, sirs," answered Battis...o...b.. "that in a few days--when he shall have seen the zeal of the countryside--he will be cured of his present luke-warmness." Thus, discreetly, did the man of law break the bad news he bore.
Monmouth sank back into his chair like one who has lost some of his strength. "Lukewarmness?" he repeated dully. "Sir Walter Young lukewarm!"
"Even so, Your Grace--alas!" and Battis...o...b..sighed audibly.
Ferguson's voice boomed forth again to startle them. "The ox knoweth his owner," he cried, "the a.s.s his master's crib; but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider."
Grey pushed the bottle contemptuously across the table to the parson.
"Drink, man, and get sense, said he, and turned aside to question Battis...o...b..touching others of the neighbourhood upon whom they had depended.
"What of Sir Francis Rolles?" he inquired.
Battis...o...b..answered the question, addressing himself to the Duke.
"Alas! Sir Francis, no doubt, would have been faithful to Your Grace, but, unfortunately, Sir Francis is in prison already."
Deeper grew Monmouth's frown; his fingers drummed the table absently.
Fletcher poured himself wine, his face inscrutable. Grey threw one leg over the other and in a voice that was carefully careless he inquired, "And what of Sidney Clifford?"
"He is considering," said Battis...o...b.. "I was to have seen him again at the end of the month; meanwhile, he would take no resolve."
"Lord Gervase Scoresby?" questioned Grey, less carelessly.
Battis...o...b..half turned to him, then faced the Duke again as he made answer, "Mr. Wilding there, can tell you more concerning Lord Gervase."
All eyes swept round to Wilding who sat in silence, listening; Monmouth's were laden with inquiry and some anxiety. Wilding shook his head slowly, sadly. "You must not depend upon him," he answered; "Lord Gervase was not yet ripe. A little longer and I think I must have won him for Your Grace."
"Heaven help us!" exclaimed the Duke in petulant vexation. "Is no one coming in?"
Ferguson swung a hand towards the still open window, drawing attention to the sounds without.
"Does Your Grace not hear, that ye can ask?" he cried, almost reproachfully; but they scarce heeded him, for Grey was inquiring if Mr. Strode might be depended upon to join, and that was a matter that claimed the greater attention.
"I think," said Battis...o...b.. "that he might have been depended upon."
"Might have been?" questioned Fletcher, speaking now for the first time since Battis...o...b..s arrival.
"Like Sir Francis Rolles, he is in prison," the lawyer explained.
Monmouth leaned forward, and his young face looked careworn now; he thrust a slender hand under the brown curls upon his brow. "Will you tell us, Mr. Battis...o...b.. upon what friends you think that we may count?"
he said.
Battis...o...b..pursed his lips a second, pondering. "I think," said he, "that you may count upon Mr. Legge and Mr. Hooper, and possibly upon Colonel Churchill, though I cannot say what following they will bring, if any. Mr. Trenchard, upon whom we counted for fifteen hundred men of Taunton, has been obliged to fly the country to escape arrest."
"We have heard that from Mr. Trenchard's cousin," answered the Duke.
"What of Prideaux, of Ford? Is he lukewarm?"
"I was unable to elicit a definite promise from him. But he was favourably disposed to Your Grace."
His Grace made a gesture that seemed to dismiss Prideaux from their calculations. "And Mr. Hucker, of Taunton?"
Battis...o...b..s manner grew yet more ill at ease. "Mr. Hucker himself, I am sure, would place his sword at your disposal. But his brother is a red-hot Tory."
"Well, well," sighed the Duke, "I take it we must not make certain of Mr. Hucker. Are there any others besides Legge and Hooper upon whom you think that we may reckon?"
"Lord Wilts.h.i.+re, perhaps," said Battis...o...b.. but with a lack of a.s.surance.
Mistress Wilding Part 25
You're reading novel Mistress Wilding Part 25 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Mistress Wilding Part 25 summary
You're reading Mistress Wilding Part 25. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Rafael Sabatini already has 517 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Mistress Wilding Part 24
- Mistress Wilding Part 26