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 CHAPTER XXXVI. — HOW DANGERS
THICKEN AROUND THE DESPAIRING
RUSSELL.
The moon was still shining very brightly, and they could see very
well the faces and the uniforms of their captors. The sight of the
government uniforms was very reassuring to Rita, who was only
anxious to escape from the Carlists; but the first glance which
Russell gave at the captain of the band overwhelmed him with terror.
He recognized Lopez, and saw that he had fallen into the hands of
one who had no reason, and perhaps no inclination, to show him the
slightest mercy. At that sight all Russell's courage subsided, and he
fell into a state of mental prostration as extreme as that which he
had experienced when "His Majesty" had confronted him in his flight.
For, unfortunately for him, Lopez had received at his hands
treatment which was sufficient to inspire a deep resentment even in
a man less impetuous than this hot-blooded Spaniard. First, he had
not only discouraged his attentions to Katie, but had prohibited them
in every possible way, and in the most positive and insulting manner.
Again, but a short time before this, at the railway station at Madrid,
he had caused him to be ejected from the railway-carriage. For all
this he felt that Lopez must cherish a deep desire for vengeance,
and would rejoice now if he were to discover that his enemy had
become his prisoner. In such an emergency as this, Russell was
utterly helpless, and could only hope that his disguise might baffle
Lopez, or that the quick wit of Rita might be able to save him from
discovery.
After regarding them for a sufficient time, Lopez began an
examination of the prisoners.
"Who are you?" he asked.
 Rita answered.
"I am a poor woman," said she, "and this lady is a foreigner who
does not understand Spanish."
"What are you doing here alone on this road?"
"We are fugitives."
"Fugitives from whom?"
"From the Carlists."
At this Lopez was visibly excited.
"The Carlists?" he asked. "Where are they? Where did you leave
them? Tell the truth, woman, and you shall be rewarded. But if you
are false, I shall regard you both as spies."
"Noble captain, I am anxious to tell the truth, and glad that we
have fallen among friends. We have escaped from an old castle
some distance away, and have been flying for hours—"
"A castle!" said Lopez, interrupting her; "where is it?"
"There, to the north," said Rita.
"Oh, very well. I shall be able to find out from you again where it
may be situated; but now tell me more about yourselves. What were
you doing at the castle?"
"Noble señor, about three weeks ago I was taken prisoner by the
Carlists, and they took me to this castle, where they made me serve
as an attendant on the prisoners. Among them was this lady."
"Prisoners?" cried Lopez; "have they any others?"
"Two days ago," said Rita, "they brought several new prisoners."
"How many?"
"Six."
 "Who were they?"
"I don't know—foreigners."
"Men or women?"
"Three of them were men and three were women. Some one said
they were English."
"English?" said Lopez, growing more excited still at this news,
which was so much in accordance with his wishes—"English? Tell me
more about them."
"Well, señor, of the men one was elderly; the other two were
young, quite handsome; they looked rich, noble, proud."
"Never mind. Now tell me about the women. Were they ladies?"
"Yes, señor, they were noble ladies, wealthy, high-born, proud.
And one was elderly, and they said she was a great lady. And some
said she was the mother of the young ladies, though they did not
look like her daughters, nor did they look like sisters."
"Tell me about them; what did they look like?"
"One, señor, looked like a Spanish lady. And she was dark and
beautiful and sad, with melancholy eyes. Never did the sun shine on
a more lovely lady; but her sadness always made me feel sad."
Lopez interrupted her with an impatient gesture.
"Never mind her. Now describe the other one." said he.
"The other?" said Rita; "she looked like an English duchess. She
was light—oh, a wonderful light blonde, with golden hair, and eyes
as blue as heaven, with cheeks pink-and-white, and with dimples
dancing on them, and with the smile of an angel that always lurked
in her lips and laughed out of her eyes. And she was as beautiful as
a dream, and no one ever saw her sad. Heaven does not hold in all
its mansions a more beautiful, beautiful angel than this English
duchess."
Rita spoke enthusiastically; the more so as she saw Lopez look at
her with a deep attention, and a gaze that devoured all her words.
"That is she!" cried Lopez, in intense excitement. "That is the one
of whom I wished to hear. So you have seen her? Ah, well, good
woman, this information is your best passport—more, it is worth
much to me. I'll reward you."
"Oh, señor," said Rita, anxious to strike while the iron was hot,
and secure her freedom at once, "if this information is welcome and
valuable, the only reward I want is to let us go. Let us go, noble
señor, for we have urgent business, and our detention here may be
our ruin."
"Ruin?" cried Lopez; "what nonsense! You are free now, and safe
from the Carlists. As to letting you go, that is out of the question.
You are the very woman I want to see. You know all about this
castle. You must be my guide back to it. I have been sent to
recapture those unfortunate prisoners. I have been unable thus far
to get on their track. As to that castle, there is a certain one up
yonder which I had an idea of reconnoitring; but if all I hear is true,
I shall have to get artillery. Now you have escaped, and you may be
able to give me information of a very valuable kind. I should like to
know how you contrived to escape from a place like that, and I urge
you to be frank with me. Remember this, that the quickest way to
liberty will be to help me to get those prisoners. You must remain
with me until then. The sooner I capture them, the sooner you shall
be allowed to depart."
All this was a sore blow to Rita's hopes; but her quick mind soon
took in all the facts of her position, and she concluded that it would
be best to be frank, as the captain had urged. She also saw that it
would be for her interest that the castle should be captured as soon
as possible. And she knew, too, that a band of brave men, headed
by a determined leader, could have no difficulty in capturing the
castle by a surprise, if she should only make known to them the
passage-way by which she had lately escaped.
Accordingly Rita proceeded to give to Lopez a full account of the
way in which she had managed to effect the escape of herself and
her companion from the castle. Lopez listened with the deepest
attention, making her explain with the utmost minuteness the nature
of the chambers and passages which she had traversed, and their
position with reference to the rest of the castle; also the track down
the sides of the chasm; its height, length, and width, and how far it
offered concealment to those passing over it.
"My good woman," said he, "do not object to a little further
detention. I assure you it need not be for more than twenty-four
hours. After all, what is that? By this time to-morrow I shall have
that castle in my own hands. It is of such infinite importance to me
to capture those prisoners, that I assure you there is nothing I will
not do for you, if you are faithful to me till I conclude this business
of mine. So make up your mind to work for me in a cheerful, loyal,
active way; and you will rejoice to your dying day that you ever met
with Hernando Lopez."
During this conversation, Russell, standing apart, had watched
them attentively. Although unable to understand the words, he was
able to gather from the faces, gestures, and tones of the two a very
fair idea of their meaning. He could see that Lopez grew more and
more excited; that the excitement was most intense, yet altogether
agreeable; and that he himself was far, very far, from being the
subject of that conversation. He could see that the effect produced
upon Lopez was of the most desirable kind, and that the dreaded
captain was now in a mood from which no danger was to be
apprehended. And therefore it was that the virtuous, yet undeniably
timid Russell, began to pluck up heart. To such a degree was his late
terror surmounted, that he now became conscious of a fact which
had hitherto been suppressed under the long excitement of hurried
flight and sudden capture; and this fact was that he had been
fasting for a long time, and was now ravenously hungry.
At length the conversation ended, and Lopez was about to turn
away, when, suddenly, he noticed Russell. He raised his hat
courteously as if to a lady, and Russell returned this civility with a
most awkward bow. But Lopez did not notice this. He was in a
pleasant frame of mind, and full of excited hopes.
"I hope," said he, with a polite smile, "your ladyship will not be
put out by this slight delay. Otherwise I am at your service."
Russell understood this to be an offer of assistance, and, feeling
secure in his disguise, he made a bold effort to communicate with
the enemy. And this is the way he did it:
"Me hungry," he said; "d—n hungry!"
"Hungria?" said Lopez. "Ah, a Hungarian lady! Ah, true—I had
forgotten. And so, Rita, your friend is a Hungarian lady?"
"Yes," said Rita, delighted at having her companion's nationality so
conveniently disposed of. "Yes; she's a foreigner, a Hungarian lady,
and no one can understand her language."
"Very good," said Lopez. "It is all the same whether Hungarian or
Spanish. She is a lady, and shall be treated as well as possible. And
now, Rita, you must rest, for you must be strong and active for
tomorrow's work."
With these words Lopez showed them to their resting-place. It
was in the loft, where Brooke and Talbot were confined. Here Rita
ascended nimbly, and Russell followed, not without difficulty; and
soon Rita forgot her fatigue, and Russell his hunger, in a sound
sleep.
 CHAPTER XXXVII. — IN WHICH RUSSELL
MAKES NEW FRIENDS, AND TALBOT SEES
NEW PERILS.
Russell and Rita had thus been brought to the loft of the old mill,
in which Brooke and Talbot were prisoners. It was fortunate for
these latter that there had occurred this little episode of the arrival
of new prisoners, for it served to give a diversion to their thoughts,
turning them into a new channel, and relieving them from that
intense excitement of feeling by which they had been overcome. It
also gave them a subject of common interest apart from themselves;
and thus they were once more able to converse with one another,
without having that sense of violent self-restraint which had thus far
afflicted them. Brooke was able to be lively, without any affectation
of too extravagant gayety, and Talbot was no longer crushed into
dumbness.
They had seen the arrival of the prisoners from the window, and
had watched them closely. The two fugitives had been captured
close by the mill by the band of Lopez, just as that band was
approaching the spot after a weary and useless day. The
examination had been overheard by the two listeners in the loft,
who were thus able to understand the meaning of the new turn
which affairs had taken. After the prisoners had been brought up to
the loft, their character and appearance still formed a field for
ingenious speculation; and many were the theories hazarded by
each, in turn, toward the solution of those points.
Morning at length came, and the prisoners awaked. Rita was first
on her feet, and Brooke was able to read her whole character at a
glance. He saw her to be a common sort of woman, with a bold
face, piercing eyes, and ready tongue. He soon entered into a
conversation with her, and learned from her exactly what she had
already told Lopez. She also informed him that Lopez had detained
her, in order that she might guide him back to the castle. This much
Brooke had already gathered from what little he had overheard of
the examination of the previous evening, and it gave him unmixed
pleasure. For, although he had refused to violate his honor by acting
as guide to betray the castle, he had no objection that others should
do so. The fate of the castle and its Carlist occupants was in itself a
matter of indifference to him. To be taken there would make an
agreeable change for himself and Talbot. If Lopez should take them
with him, it would be pleasant to go back with Talbot to that tower
and renew the past; and although, for reasons already given, he did
not feel like flying with her, still he felt that liberty would be better
for both, and was ready to avail himself of any chance that might
offer.
Brooke reported to Talbot what Rita had said, and while they were
conversing Russell awoke. Suddenly he detected, to his amazement,
the sound of English words. The shock was so great that he was on
the very point of betraying himself, and it was only by a strong effort
that he maintained his self-control. Then, listening quietly, he
understood the whole state of the case, as it had resulted from
Rita's examination by Lopez.
Unable to sleep any longer, Russell roused himself, and slowly
putting himself on his feet, walked to the window. His figure and
movements at once struck the notice of Talbot, who drew the
attention of Brooke to the strange and eccentric attitudes of the
"Hungarian countess." Brooke scrutinized the good Russell closely,
and expressed his opinions with great freedom, and a severe
criticism followed, in which these two, safe, as they supposed, in the
ignorance of the foreigner, made very severe strictures upon
Russell's whole personnel.
Russell, for his part, watched them as well as he could, and
listened attentively, without being in the least offended. He could
perceive easily enough that the priest was English and the other was
American. He longed, in his helplessness, to take them into his
confidence. He was not at all satisfied with his own relations toward
Rita, and thought that if he could only trust these two, who were of
his own blood, he might be safe. And yet he felt the need of caution.
They might betray him. Like himself, they were prisoners, perhaps in
a more perilous situation, and would not hesitate to sacrifice him if
they could gain anything by it.
When he heard of the proposed return to the castle, he felt at first
thoroughly dismayed. Farther thought, however, made it seem less
dreadful, for he hoped that if Lopez were to capture the place and
deliver Katie, his wrath might be appeased, and he might recover his
hidden money; while, on the other hand, he perceived that if the
worst came to the worst and his disguise was discovered, Lopez
even then could not be more dangerous than "His Majesty" had
been.
There was something, however, in the tone and manner of these
two, as well as in their general aspect, which gradually broke down
the mistrust and reserve of Russell. He began to feel convinced that
he might trust them, that his secret would be safe in their hands,
and that they might give him valuable information and advice, if not
assistance. Besides, he reflected that chances of escape might arise,
and he thought that he would be safer in their company than in that
of Rita. Finally, he came to the conclusion to trust them. But here he
determined to go only half-way. He would tell them that he was
English, but not an Englishman, and would leave farther disclosures
to the chapter of accidents. If Lopez should discover this much and
no more, there would be no danger, and he might conclude that he
himself had made the mistake, since Hungarian and English were
both alike unknown to him.
After careful observation, Russell also concluded that he would be
safer if he addressed his confidences to the young priest with the
sweet and gentle face. The other one looked less trustworthy, or at
least less inclined to pity. Under these circumstances, therefore, and
with this design, the good man began his advances, moving in a
hesitating way toward them, with furtive glances, and with such very
extraordinary gestures that Brooke and Talbot regarded him in great
surprise.
"The Hungarian countess," said Talbot, "seems more eccentric
than ever."
Russell looked all around in a stealthy way. Rita's eyes were fixed
on him, but he did not care for that. He smiled at her, however, and
nodded blithely, so as to disarm any possible suspicions, and then
addressed himself to Talbot.
"Oh, sir!" said he, "I'm not a Hungarian countess at all. I'm a poor
unfortunate English-woman, that's escaping from the banditti, with
the help of this good creature. And I know I can trust you."
At this the amazement of Brooke and Talbot was inexpressible.
Brooke, however, held his tongue, seeing that as Talbot had been
addressed, it would be better for her to answer. So Talbot, after a
few expressions of sympathy, asked Russell to explain farther.
Russell then informed them that her name was Mrs. Russell; that
she had been captured, along with her daughter, by the Carlists; that
she had escaped, hoping to get help to rescue her daughter. All this
Russell stated, not without much circumlocution and contradiction.
Brooke now interposed.
"But don't you know," said he, "that these people are Republicans
—that they're going to capture the castle, or try to? If they succeed,
they will free your daughter. So you see you have fallen among the
right sort of people, and you may be quite at your ease. It's all the
best for you. If I were you, I would tell the captain all about it. Get
yonder good woman, your companion, to explain."
At this Russell gave a look of despair.
"The very thing," said he, "that I dare not do."
"Why not?"
 Russell then, still keeping up the part of Mrs. Russell, and
mentioning Katie as her daughter, explained that Lopez was his
bitter enemy, and told them about his love for Katie and his ejection
from the railway-carriage.
"Well," said Brooke, "you needn't be afraid of him. This matter will
settle itself. He'll free your daughter from captivity, and she'll marry
him, of course. After that you can take the sweetest revenge on him
by tormenting him for the rest of his days as his mother-in-law."
Russell sighed a heavy sigh and turned away. As he did so, he
caught the eyes of Rita, which were fastened upon him with a fixed,
earnest, eager stare, and there was that in her look which served to
drive away every other thought except the one that in this woman
there was a new danger, more formidable than any which had yet
menaced him. This look made him feel like an arrested debtor in the
grasp of the bailiff, or like an insane man under the watchful eye of
his keeper. In Rita he now recognized his bailiff and his keeper. She
was worse. She had designs on him! And for what? For marrying
him. Marriage was, of course, impossible, for he had a wife already;
but did Rita know this? To tell the truth, he had been fooling her;
and he now saw for the first time that he would have to answer for
this. When she should discover it, what would she do? He had heard
the words of the poet:
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,"
and he recalled these words only to shudder. He shuddered still
more as he thought that Rita belonged to the Spanish race—a race
that never forgives—a race implacable, swift to avenge—a race that
recognizes only one atonement for wrongs, and that is to wipe them
out in blood.
Such were the thoughts of our honest friend, and they were
painful in the extreme. They awakened new fears. That one look of
Rita's made him dread her more than Lopez, more than "His
Majesty." He began to think now, with something like pleasure, of
going back to the castle. Lopez would protect him; and if Lopez
should fail, he would steal back by the secret path and surrender
himself to "His Majesty." He would find his bonds, and purchase his
freedom with these. In addition to this, he determined to wait for a
favorable opportunity, when Rita might be away, to confide to these
new and sympathizing friends the whole story of his woes.
Further conversation between Russell and these new friends was
now prevented by the entrance of Lopez himself. He advanced to
Brooke, and addressed him with much civility, not without
friendliness.
"Señor," said he, "I have been thinking over your case, and I have
concluded to hand you over to my military superiors. They may take
the responsibility of deciding about your guilt or innocence. But for
the present, as I am responsible for you, I must detain you as my
prisoner. If you were only connected with some recognized
profession, I should be happy to accept your parole, and let you
follow at your leisure; but as you are considered here a possible spy,
I cannot think of that. You must, therefore, come with us under
guard. Moreover, as to your friend, this young priest, he must
consider himself as bound, for a short time, with us. I expect to
have need of him for a few days. I have nothing against him; he is
not a prisoner, but is detained merely for a purpose in connection
with his sacred office. When that purpose is accomplished, he will be
at liberty to go or stay."
With these words Lopez retired. He had taken no notice of Russell,
at which the latter felt a deep sense of relief.
Far different, however, were the feelings of Brooke, and of Talbot
also, when he had translated to her the captain's words.
"He has need of me," repeated Talbot, "for a purpose in
connection with my sacred office. Is that what he said, Brooke?"
"Yes," said Brooke, in a low voice.
 "But what am I to do?"
Brooke led her away, out of Russell's hearing, and conversed with
her in low whispers.
"Don't anticipate trouble, Talbot," he whispered.
"But I must prepare myself for a possible emergency," was the
reply. "Now, what emergency can possibly arise?"
"The burial of the dead, perhaps," said Brooke. "They are going to
attack the castle. Some will be killed. That's natural enough. Have
you nerve enough to perform the burial-service?"
"I don't know," said Talbot. "I might as well try to command a
regiment."
"Oh, I'll show you the whole thing. All you've got to do is to read
the burial-service out of the breviary. We'll practice it together. You
need only pronounce the Latin like Italian. Do you know Italian?"
"No."
"French?"
"No."
"Oh, well, you're an English priest, you know, and so you had
better pronounce it like English. These devils will be none the wiser."
Talbot was silent and thoughtful for a few moments.
"Brooke," said she, at length, "what were they saying about Lopez
going to rescue an English girl, this—this person's daughter? This
person, a—Mrs. Russell, said that Lopez was in love with the girl.
You spoke about his rescuing her and marrying her."
She hesitated.
"Well?" said Brooke.
 "Well," said Talbot, mournfully, "don't you see what I mean? and
the use he wishes to make of me in my false character as priest?"
"By Jove!" exclaimed Brooke, as Talbot's meaning dawned upon
him.
"You see, Brooke, I'm afraid that in my disguise as priest I may be
required to marry this English girl to Lopez; and that is sacrilege—it
is infamy—it is too horrible. I cannot—I will not. Never!"
At this Brooke was filled with consternation. He could only say
something about the necessity of not anticipating evil, and express
the hope that it might only be a burial. But Talbot felt that her fear
was just, and that a new and unavoidable danger now arose before
her.

***

In a short time after this the band set off, guided by Rita. Toward
evening they reached a spot about a mile from the castle, where
they secreted themselves in a grove, and rested.
Evening came, and the moon rose. Then, as silently as possible,
they went to the tower. Here arrangements were made for the
security of the prisoners, and Rita prepared to lead the band through
the secret way into the castle.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. — IN WHICH, AFTER A
SERIES OF SURPRISES, "HIS MAJESTY"
GETS THE
GREATEST SURPRISE OF ALL.

Return must now be made to the castle and the two young men
whose duel had been interrupted. Captured thus, they stood for a
time quite overwhelmed, their intense excitement now followed by a
violent reaction, in the midst of which there was the appalling
thought of the consequences which might flow from this. For Ashby
to be found in Harry's room would surely lead to the discovery of
everything—the secret passage-way, the sliding-door, and, perhaps,
their visits to the ladies. Each one thought of this for himself. Each
one had believed that the Carlists did not know about the secret
passages. But now all was over.
"Well," continued "His Majesty," speaking in Spanish, "business
before pleasure. We will examine you both about this tomorrow. For
the present we will leave a guard in this room. Meanwhile, Señor
Rivers, you may hand over that pistol; or stay—no—you have put it
to such a noble use that you may keep it: one pistol against six men
need not be feared. And now, gentlemen, adieu till to-morrow."
With these words "His Majesty" retired, securing the door behind
him, and Harry and Ashby were left with the guards. They stood
apart from one another, pale, anxious, and each wrapped up in his
own thoughts. For all that had happened each blamed the other, and
thus their mutual hate was only intensified.
The cause of "His Majesty's" appearance upon the scene can be
easily explained. He had been greatly troubled in his mind by the
"ghost" in Mrs. Russell's room, and could not account for it. He had
not thought of any secret communication, for, being a comparative
stranger here, he had not known of any. Thinking, however, that he
might get some light on the subject, he had wandered to the door of
Harry's room, and there the sound of voices had arrested his
attention. Knowing that Harry was placed there in solitary
confinement, he felt that the clue to the mystery might now be here;
and so, gathering half a dozen men, he had come in upon them as
above described.
Leaving this room, "His Majesty" now went once more to the room
of Mrs. Russell, in the hope of gaining more light yet. Upon entering,
he was once more nearly overthrown by the impetuous onslaught of
the irrepressible Mrs. Russell, who, at this new and unexpected
advent of her royal lover, overwhelmed herself and everybody else
with her joyous vociferations. This, however, "His Majesty" endured
with truly royal dignity, tempering kindness with firmness, and
dealing gently with her weak woman's nature. Katie was there, but
the royal eye, on wandering about, noticed the absence of Dolores.
"Whativer's become av the señorita?" he asked.
Mrs. Russell gave a startled look around.
"What! Where is she? She's gone!" she screamed; "she's gone!
Oh, Your Gracious Majesty, the ghost! the ghost! Save me!"
"Whisht! Howld yer tung!" said "His Majesty." "The ghost, is it? So
he's come an' carried off the señorita! Well, I've found the ghost."
"Found the ghost!" gasped Mrs. Russell.
"Mesilf has. Begorra, it's the truth I'm tellin'. Do ye know his
name?"
"His name!" gasped Mrs. Russell, once more thinking of her late
terrible fancy.
"Yis, his name; ye can't guess it? No? Well, I'll tell yez. It's Ashby."
 "Ashby! Mr. Ashby!" cried Mrs. Russell. "Why! how could he get
here?"
"Oh, well," said "His Majesty," "he did get here, an' that's no loie.
How he got here I'll find out to-morrer. But he did get here, an' he's
been here since, an' by the same token he's sperited off the
señorita. But there's two av thim."
"Two of them!" repeated Mrs. Russell, in wonder.
"Ay, two av thim; an' the other's that young blade Rivers!"
Katie, thus far, had not said a word. She heard of the discovery of
Ashby with surprise, but with no deeper feeling. The moment,
however, that the name of Rivers was mentioned, she gave a gasp,
and her head fell forward on her hands.
"His Majesty" noticed the action. He put his own interpretation
upon it. But he said not a word that had any reference to it; he was
too cautious for that. And surely in this "His Majesty" showed a skill
and a discrimination which was most politic, and well worthy of the
royal ruler of millions. More than this. One glance showed him how
the land lay with Katie; so our monarch, not content with abstaining
from all further allusion to Harry, actually carried his complaisance—
or, if you please, his diplomacy—so far as to try to appease all
possible anxieties that might arise in Katie's mind.
"Shure the two lads meant no harrum at all at all," said "His
Majesty." "They happened to find a way to get here, an' they came
here, an' begorra they'd have been fools if they didn't. Shure to
glory, there's no harrum in life in comin' here on a bit av a visit. An'
there's no wondher that a young man 'ud come here, wid such
charrums as these to invoite him. Shure it 'ud be enough to call the
dead back to loife, so it would. An' if they've run off wid the
señorita, all I can say is, they can't go far, an' the señorita'll have to
come back agin, so she will:

"'Tis to visit my Nancy I go,

 Through bushes au' briers an' flucis;
For Nancy has bothered me brains,
An' I've taken French lave av me sinsis.'"

"And wasn't there any ghost at all?" asked Mrs. Russell, to whom
this information had given inexpressible relief.
"Well," said "His Majesty, "there's no knowin'; an' it's best to be on
yer gyard, so it is, for sorra a one av us knows whin a ghost may be
prowlin' round about, an' there ye have it. As for the other ghosts,
Ashby an' Rivers, they won't do yez any more harruum—they're
undher gyard."
"Under guard!" said Katie, and threw an imploring look at "His
Majesty." It was almost the first time that he had fairly caught her
eye, so dexterously had she always avoided his glance.
"Well," said "His Majesty," "they're none the worse for that—not a
bit. Av all r'y'l atthributes none is so thruly majistic as the atthributes
av mercy, an' makeniss, an' magnanimeetee. These are the
shuprame atthributes av r'y'lty, an' iminintly characterize our own
r'y'l chyracter, so they does. So the young lads may whistle for all av
me—an' sorra a harrum shall harrum thim."
At this Katie threw toward "His Majesty" a glance of gratitude
unspeakable, which sank deep into the royal soul.
"An' now, ladies," said he, "I must infarrum yez that afther the
ayvints av this noight I doesn't considher this room safe for yez at all
at all. Shure it's loike a public thoroughfare, an' it's a gathering-place
an' rendezvous for min an' angils, ghosts an' hobgoblins, an' all
manner av ayvil craytures. So the long an' the short av it is, I have
to infarrum yez that I'm going to move yez out av this the morrer,
an' have yez put in another room where there won't be nothin' in
loife to harrum yez, where ye'll have more comfort comboined with
safety thin ye've had here."
This remark made Katie reflect. The worst had already happened
—the discovery and arrest of Harry. After that she could not hope to
see him again. She did not wish to leave the room; but as Harry's
visits were now at an end, she could not see that it would make any
difference. But Mrs. Russell had a great deal to say.
"Oh, how grateful!" she cried, in her most gushing manner. "Oh,
how deeply grateful I am to Your Gracious Majesty! It's so kind, so
thoughtful, so considerate, and so true. Oh, what can I ever say or
do to express my gratitude? Only, Your Gracious Majesty, do not
leave me now! Leave me not—oh, forsake me not! This room is a
place of horrors. It is a haunted chamber. When you are here, I have
no fear; but when you are gone, then I am overwhelmed. Oh, Your
Gracious Majesty, forsake me not! Leave me not! Oh, leave me not,
or—I—shall—die!"
Against such an appeal as this the gallantry of "His Majesty" was
scarcely proof.
He threw a tender glance at Katie, which, however, was not
perceived, and then said:
"Shure to glory, if it's afeared ye are, why that's a different
matther, so it is. I didn't intind to move yez away this noight; but if
yez are afeared, why there's no raison in loife why yez shouldn't go
off now to the other room."
"Oh, take me away!" cried Mrs. Russell; "take me away, Your
Royal Majesty—take me with you!"
"Shure it's mesilf that'll take both av yez, if ye wish it, whiniver ye
say the worrud," said "His Majesty." "An' remimber, there's the crown
av Spain, an' the power, an' the glory, an' the dignity, an' the pomp,
an' the splindor av the Spanish throne, all to be had wid a wink av
one av your lovely eyes, so it is. Remimber that."
"Ah, sire!" said Mrs. Russell, languishingly. "Oh, Your Gracious
Majesty! Ah, what shall I say?"
She had taken it all to herself, and in the most open way; while
Katie didn't take it at all. "His Majesty" saw this, and determined to