Redgauntlet: A Tale of the Eighteenth Century by Walter Scott (classic novels .TXT) 📕

Our readers may recollect that Fairford had been conducted by Dick Gardener from the house of Fairladies to the inn of old Father Crackenthorp, in order, as he had been informed by the mysterious Father Buonaventure, that he might have the meeting which he desired with Mr. Redgauntlet, to treat with him for the liberty of his friend Darsie. His guide, by the special direction of Mr. Ambrose, had introduced him into the public-house by a back-door, and recommended to the landlord to accommodate him with a private apartment, and to treat him with all civility; but in other respects to keep his eye on him, and even to secure his person, if he saw any reason to suspect him to be a spy. He was not, however, subjected to any direct restraint, but was ushered into an apartment where he was requested to await the arrival of the gentleman with whom he wished to have an interview, and who, as Crackenthorp assured, him with a significant nod, would be certainly there in the course of an hour. In the meanwhile, he recommended to him, with another significant sign, to keep his apartment, ‘as there were people in the house who were apt to busy themselves about other folk’s matters.’

Alan Fairford complied with the recommendation, so long as he thought it reasonable; but when, among a large party riding up to the house, he discerned Redgauntlet, whom he had seen under the name of Mr. Herries of Birrenswork, and whom, by his height and strength, he easily distinguished from the rest, he thought it proper to go down to the front of the house, in hopes that, by more closely reconnoitring the party, he might discover if his friend Darsie was among them.

The reader is aware that, by doing so, he had an opportunity of breaking Darsie’s fall from his side-saddle, although his disguise and mask prevented his recognizing his friend. It may be also recollected that while Nixon hurried Miss Redgauntlet and her brother into the house, their uncle, somewhat chafed at an unexpected and inconvenient interruption, remained himself in parley with Fairford, who had already successively addressed him by the names of Herries and Redgauntlet; neither of which, any more than the acquaintance of the young lawyer, he seemed at the moment willing to acknowledge, though an air of haughty indifference, which he assumed, could not conceal his vexation and embarrassment.

‘If we must needs be acquainted, sir,’ he said at last—‘for which I am unable to see any necessity, especially as I am now particularly disposed to be private—I must entreat you will tell me at once what you have to say, and permit me to attend to matters of more importance.’

‘My introduction,’ said Fairford, ‘is contained in this letter.—(Delivering that of Maxwell.)—I am convinced that, under whatever name it may be your pleasure for the present to be known, it is into your hands, and yours only, that it should be delivered.’

Redgauntlet turned the letter in his hand—then read the contents then again looked upon the letter, and sternly observed, ‘The seal of the letter has been broken. Was this the case, sir, when it was delivered into your hand?’

Fairford despised a falsehood as much as any man,—unless, perhaps, as Tom Turnpenny might have said, ‘in the way of business.’ He answered readily and firmly, ‘The seal was whole when the letter was delivered to me by Mr. Maxwell of Summertrees.’

‘And did you dare, sir, to break the seal of a letter addressed to me?’ said Redgauntlet, not sorry, perhaps, to pick a quarrel upon a point foreign to the tenor of the epistle.

‘I have never broken the seal of any letter committed to my charge,’ said Alan; ‘not from fear of those to whom such letter might be addressed, but from respect to myself.’

‘That is well worded,’ said Redgauntlet; ‘and yet, young Mr. Counsellor, I doubt whether your delicacy prevented your reading my letter, or listening to the contents as read by some other person after it was opened.’

‘I certainly did hear the contents read over,’ said Fairford; ‘and they were such as to surprise me a good deal.’

‘Now that,’ said Redgauntlet, ‘I hold to be pretty much the same, IN FORO CONSCIENTIAE, as if you had broken the seal yourself. I shall hold myself excused from entering upon further discourse with a messenger so faithless; and you may thank yourself if your journey has been fruitless.’

‘Stay, sir,’ said Fairford; ‘and know that I became acquainted with the contents of the paper without my consent—I may even say, against my will; for Mr. Buonaventure’—

‘Who?’ demanded Redgauntlet, in a wild and alarmed manner—‘WHOM was it you named?’

‘Father Buonaventure,’ said Alan,—‘a Catholic priest, as I apprehend, whom I saw at the Misses Arthuret’s house, called Fairladies.’

‘Misses Arthuret!—Fairladies!—A Catholic priest!—Father Buonaventure!’ said Redgauntlet, repeating the words of Alan with astonishment.—‘Is it possible that human rashness can reach such a point of infatuation? Tell me the truth, I conjure you, sir. I have the deepest interest to know whether this is more than an idle legend, picked up from hearsay about the country. You are a lawyer, and know the risk incurred by the Catholic clergy, whom the discharge of their duty sends to these bloody shores.’

‘I am a lawyer, certainly,’ said Fairford; ‘but my holding such a respectable condition in life warrants that I am neither an informer nor a spy. Here is sufficient evidence that I have seen Father Buonaventure.’

He put Buonaventure’s letter into Redgauntlet’s hand, and watched his looks closely while he read it. ‘Double-dyed infatuation!’ he muttered, with looks in which sorrow, displeasure, and anxiety were mingled. ‘“Save me from the indiscretion of my friends,” says the Spaniard; “I can save myself from the hostility of my enemies.”’

He then read the letter attentively, and for two or three minutes was lost in thought, while some purpose of importance seemed to have gathered and sit brooding upon his countenance. He held up his finger towards his