lady arabella stormont was as good as her word; for that day, two months, giles vernon was put on trial for his life, at york assizes, for the abduction of an heiress. sir peter hawkshaw refused absolutely to countenance arabella; and my lady hawkshaw, who never had bowed her head or abased her spirit to mortal man or mortal woman before, went upon her knees, imploring arabella to give over her revenge,—for revenge it was, pure and simple,—but lady arabella laughed at her. lady hawkshaw rose from her knees, crying out,—
“you have some deep and unknown reason for this; but it will come to naught, it will come to naught!”
but arabella found a person ready to her hand, who was most active in the matter. this was sir thomas vernon, of vernon court. it was he who lodged the information with the public prosecutor against giles, and assumed the part of lady arabella’s champion. of [pg 179]course, there was some ground for the version of the story which was started in arabella’s interest, that a frightful outrage had been committed by dragging her off against her will; and that only the most determined courage had saved her from a marriage repulsive to her; that sir peter and lady hawkshaw, her next friends, had basely deserted her; and that sir thomas had chivalrously taken up her cause. it is true that the relative characters of the hawkshaws and sir thomas vernon discounted much of this; but the actual facts in the case looked so ugly for giles, that there was no trouble in securing his prompt arrest and delivery in york jail.
the breach between lady arabella and the hawkshaws, as well as daphne and myself, was too great to be bridged over; and, having thrown herself, so to speak, in sir thomas vernon’s arms, she accepted the protection of a relative of his, one mrs. whitall, a decayed gentlewoman, and went to live at a small town near york, until the assizes, when she would be called upon as the chief witness for the prosecution. great stories were immediately put forth, that [pg 180]sir thomas vernon was deeply smitten with arabella’s charms, and that, after a visit with mrs. whitall to vernon court, she looked very kindly on sir thomas. all this might be true, and sir thomas might flatter himself that he had won her favor; but, knowing arabella well, i did not credit her with any sincere desire to be kind to sir thomas vernon, although she might make him think so, for her own purposes. i suspected, however, a motive far deeper, in any matter connected with sir thomas vernon. overton was the next heir after giles; sir thomas was extremely rickety, and not likely to be long-lived; and if, by merely telling what had happened, lady arabella could sate her resentment, which was deep and furious, against giles, and at the same time greatly benefit overton, i think she would not have weighed giles’ life at a penny. my daphne, whose faith in human nature was angelic, in her belief in ultimate good, prayed and besought arabella to leave the country before the trial came off; but arabella only said contemptuously:
“you are a child and a chit. giles vernon contemplated doing me the greatest wrong a [pg 181]man can do a woman. do you think i shall let him go unpunished? if so, how little do you know arabella stormont!”
then i, from loyalty to giles, and not from any hope i had from lady arabella, went to her and made my appeal. she heard all my prayers without the slightest sign of relenting, playing with her lap-dog the while. at last, i said to her,—
“tell me, at least, who is to be benefited by the conviction of giles vernon? not you, certainly; for you will be loathed and shunned by all.”
“the person dearest to me in the world,” she replied; “the person i love better than my life or my soul,” and then, as if she had admitted too much, she stopped, turned pale, and seemed altogether disconcerted. she had, in truth, admitted too much. the person she had ever loved better than her soul was philip overton.
i had the self-possession to leave her then, and went off by myself to think over the strange motive which had been revealed to me. arabella’s infatuation for overton had always been abnormal, touched with unreason. and could [pg 182]fate have woven a closer web around giles vernon than in making him fall so madly in love with arabella stormont?
giles had promptly surrendered himself, rightly judging a trial better than being a fugitive from justice and a deserter from the naval service. he repaired to york, after having duly reported to the admiralty, and was jailed immediately, and indicted.
the hawkshaws, my daphne, and i remained in scarborough during the two dreadful months that passed before the trial came off. sir peter easily got leave from the admiralty for me, hoping, not only that my testimony, but the example of the felicity in which daphne and i lived, might not be without its effect upon the jury that tried giles.
offers of money to assist in his defense came from many quarters and from several ladies,—two in especial, her grace of auchester and mrs. trenchard. lady hawkshaw, however, claimed the privilege of bearing the expenses of the trial out of her private fortune, which was large. sir peter and she had it hot and heavy, he desiring to contribute; and for one [pg 183]of the few times in his life, he carried his point against her. two great barristers were to be brought from london to assist giles in his defense, besides another one in york itself.
as soon as giles was lodged in jail, sir peter and lady hawkshaw, daphne and i went immediately to see him. we drove in state, in a coach and four, with outriders, sir peter in his uniform, with his sword, and i also in uniform; for our object was to testify publicly our regard for giles and detestation of the prosecution for his life which was on foot.
we reached the great gloomy building, and the turnkey immediately showed us to giles’ room. it was one of the best rooms in the place, and would have been comfortable enough had it not been in a prison.
he was delighted to see us, kissed lady hawkshaw’s hand, and gave daphne a hearty smack on the cheek. he looked well, and i expected to find him hopeful; but he seemed to regard his fate as fixed, although it in no wise disturbed his cheerfulness. sir peter at once told him that everything possible should be done for his defense, and that eminent counsel [pg 184]were then on their way from london for him; and he with lady hawkshaw would bear all the costs of the trial.
“and we,” cried daphne, “claim the right to help; and when you are acquitted, you will find all your debts paid, and need not trouble yourself where the money comes from.”
tears sprang to giles’ eyes at this, and he looked gratefully upon us all.
“dear friends,” he said, “i thank you; but i shall not be acquitted. sir thomas vernon and lady arabella stormont thirst for my blood, and by my own folly i have put the noose around my neck. but i say to you from the bottom of my heart that i rather would die upon the gibbet than be married to lady arabella. god was good to me in giving her to me as my enemy instead of my wife.”
there was something in this; for what man could think, without shuddering, of taking arabella stormont to wife?
i saw that giles had completely recovered from his madness. he blamed no one, frankly acknowledging his own folly, and bore himself as became an officer and a gentleman.
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sir peter would by no means admit there was the smallest chance of an adverse verdict; but although i could not bring myself to believe that the extreme penalty of the law would be carried out, yet i thought it very likely that the case was too plain for giles to escape conviction. the conduct of daphne and lady hawkshaw to him was such that i came out of the jail with a deeper reverence, a higher esteem for women than i had known before, although i had always believed them to be god’s angels on earth (with a few exceptions). so gentle and caressing was daphne, so boldly and determinedly friendly was lady hawkshaw, that it did one’s heart good. daphne announced her intention of going to see sir thomas vernon and pleading with him, while lady hawkshaw threatened to give him her opinion of him publicly, which was, indeed, a dreadful threat.
the trial came off at the february assizes, and on the night before was the great assize ball. the word was passed around that all of giles vernon’s friends were to attend this ball, by way of showing our confidence—alas!—in [pg 186]his acquittal. therefore, on that night, we—that is, the hawkshaws, daphne, and i—were to go to the ball in all the state we could muster. we had taken lodgings at york for the trial.
the evening of the ball found the streets crowded as i had never seen them before. the great case, which would be reached within a day or two, brought crowds to attend the assizes, many persons coming even from london. these were chiefly gentlemen of the nobility and gentry who were friends of giles vernon’s, for never man had so many friends.
it was a cold bright february night; and the street in front of the assize hall where the ball was held was packed with chariots, chaises, and people on foot, flaring torches and bawling footmen, as if it were a london rout. as our carriage passed the entrance, the way was blocked by the judges’ chariots, from which they descended in state. our coachman, whipping up to get the next place in line, locked wheels with the coach of sir thomas vernon. he sat back, his face visible by the lamps in the courtyard, and as unconcerned as if the case which had brought us all to york was one of his servants [pg 187]beating the watch, instead of the trial of his relative and heir on a capital charge.
the crowd showed its disapproval of sir thomas by hurling abusive epithets at him, which only caused him to smile. but he had another enemy to encounter, which was lady hawkshaw, and in full sight and hearing of the judges, as they stepped with stately tread up the stairs, occurred a battle a mort between her and sir thomas vernon, to the intense enjoyment of the crowd, which was uproariously on lady hawkshaw’s side. neither sir peter nor i took any part in the fray, seeing lady hawkshaw had the best of it from the start, and that, woman against man, the populace was heartily with her.
it began by lady hawkshaw’s putting her head out of the coach and saying at the top of her voice,—and what a voice!—“good evening, sir thomas. we are called here upon a sad occasion, but i hope that english justice will prevail to save the life of that gallant young man, your heir, giles vernon.”
to which sir thomas, with a wicked grin, replied,—
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“we may safely leave that to the jury and to their honors, the lords justices, madam. but if a young villain steals an heiress against her will, he incurs the extreme penalty of the law.”
“yes,” replied lady hawkshaw, “i dare say you think the law will deal by giles vernon as it did by poor jack bassett, whom you got transported for life for killing a hare which was already half dead; or as it served tobias clark, the blacksmith, whom you got hanged for stealing one of your sheep.”
these things were true, and the crowd gave three loud groans for sir thomas vernon. before he could get his breath to reply, lady hawkshaw continued,—
“no wonder you are afraid to sleep without candles burning in your room all night. sir thomas.”
sir thomas ground his teeth, and called,—
“back your horses, coachman, and drive out.”
but the crowd would by no means permit it, holding on to the wheels, and shouts resounded of “good for your ladyship! hawkshaw for ever!”
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sir peter lay back laughing, while daphne, by way of encouraging the people, clapped her hands and kissed lady hawkshaw on the cheek.
“and let me tell you, sir thomas,” continued that excellent and indomitable woman, “that because no woman could ever be induced to elope with you, there is no reason why runaway marriages should not be the happiest in the world. i defied my family and as good as ran away with sir peter hawkshaw, and he was as poor as giles vernon; but, like him, he was a true and gallant gentleman, and god bless the day i married him!”
at this there was tremendous cheering for sir peter, and he took off his hat and bowed, kissing lady hawkshaw’s hand.
sir thomas responded by calling out airily,—
“may i ask your ladyship if sir peter was a free agent in the affair of your marriage? for i believe he is not generally held accountable for his actions since that day.”
sir peter’s eyes flashed at that, but lady hawkshaw cried back,—
“right you are, sir thomas, for have him [pg 190]i would, and if he had not agreed to marry me i should have died of disappointment. nor has he been a free agent since that day,—not for one moment free from my love, my admiration, and my solicitude. i knew you well, sir thomas, forty years ago” (this was a cruel thrust, for sir thomas was notoriously touchy about his age), “and i would no more have run away with you then than i would this night—and god knows no woman in all the three kingdoms would go with you now!”
the delight of the crowd was extraordinary. i believe they would have mobbed sir thomas, except that they felt that lady hawkshaw could inflict the more exquisite misery on him. the judges, still going up the steps slowly, probably heard every word of this controversy. the crowd then parted, and taking sir thomas’ horses by the bits, forced them to give place to lady hawkshaw’s coach, and she descended amid the loudest cheers of the populace.
within the splendid ball-room lady hawkshaw’s triumph was even more marked. numbers of great people flocked around her; many of them had been witnesses of her battle royal [pg 191]with sir thomas, and the story had quickly spread to the rest. lady hawkshaw, in spite of her oddities, had always maintained the respect of all who knew her, and never saw i a woman who bore, under all circumstances, more unmistakably the air of a great lady; whether squabbling with sir peter, laying down the law to the world at large, or speaking bad french, she was invariably the woman of quality.
the scene of the ball was so gorgeous that even my sad heart took note of it. the hall was ablaze with wax lights, and a huge band of musicians brayed and trumpeted. the lords justices, the lords lieutenants of the three ridings, and many other persons were in full court costumes, and the ladies’ trains of brocade and velvet were a sight to see. and i may be pardoned for saying that mistress richard glyn was by no means the least handsome of the women present.
by lady hawkshaw’s command we were all to look cheerful, and, when i saw the outpouring of popular approval upon us as giles vernon’s next friends, my heart grew less heavy.
lady hawkshaw seated herself in a large [pg 192]chair at the end of the hall, where she held a kind of court. she wore a gown of some sort of crimson stuff, with a great tail to it, and on her head was a turban with a bird of paradise in it, and on top of that, her huge diamond tiara. everybody flocked to pay her court, and the lord lieutenant of the east riding asked the honor of her hand to open the ball. she promptly agreed, with the added remark that she had not danced for thirty years. sir peter attempted to interpose.
“you can not do it, my lady,” he said. “you will trip up and break your leg.”
“not unless you trip me up, sir peter,” responded her ladyship, who was totally unable to keep up the turtle-dove style toward sir peter for any appreciable length of time. “my legs are as good as the lord lieutenant’s, thank god! and i shall have the pleasure in dancing with his lordship.”
obeying a look from her, daphne accepted a partner, and i secured one in the lord mayor’s daughter. sir thomas vernon, who was then in the hall, had the ineffable impudence to wish to dance in the country dance with us, but he [pg 193]was met everywhere with cold looks and refusals. the ladies of the lords lieutenants were all engaged; so were their daughters. it was a picture to see him going along the line of ladies sitting against the wall, being repulsed by all, and his composure under these embarrassing circumstances was the most extraordinary thing i ever saw. he wore a smile upon his sickly, but handsome face all the time, and, at last, he found a partner in the person of a monstrous ugly woman, whose husband was in the hides and leather trade.
we took our places, lady hawkshaw and the lord lieutenant, a fine, handsome man, many years younger than she, at the head of the room. and then the musicians struck up, and lady hawkshaw began to dance.
such dancing! it was of the kind that was fashionable before the american war, and introduced so many cuts, capers, pigeon-wings, slips, slides, and pirouettes, that it was really an art in itself. and her agility was surprising. with her train over her arm, her tiara blazing, and her bird of paradise nodding violently, lady hawkshaw’s small high-bred feet [pg 194]twinkled. she was a large woman, too, and she proved that her boast about her legs was well founded. when she came face to face with sir thomas vernon in the dance, instead of turning him, she folded her arms and sailed around him, carefully avoiding touching his hand. and he, the old sinner, being acquainted with that ancient style of dancing, made a caper so exactly like her ladyship’s, with so grave a countenance, that the whole ball-room was in a titter. but although the people might laugh at sir thomas’ excellent mimicry, the sentiment was totally against him, and he found difficulty in getting gentlemen to notice him, or ladies to dance with him. with lady hawkshaw, on the contrary, it was every man’s desire to dance; she was besieged with partners, young and old; but having shown what she could do, she rested upon her laurels, and sat in state the rest of the evening, fanning herself with vast dignity and composure, and occasionally snapping at sir peter, who, it must be admitted, made no great figure at a ball.
at last it was over, and we returned to our lodgings. the next day but one we were on [pg 195]our way to the assize hall for the trial of giles vernon.
a tremendous crowd was present, and there was difficulty in gaining an entrance; some one, however, in the multitude set up a shout of “way for lady hawkshaw!” and the people fell back, leaving us a clear path to the door, and into the hall itself.
within that place of judgment all was dignity and decorum. the lords justices in their robes and wigs sat like statues; and, presently, when we were all seated and the crier had pronounced the court open, giles vernon was brought in, and placed in the prisoners’ dock. he looked pale from his late confinement, but i thought i had never seen his plain features so nearly handsome. his fine figure was nobly set off by the identical brown and silver suit which the poor fellow had bought for his wedding with lady arabella, and, in a flash, came back to me that strange vision i had had at his london lodgings on the night that this unfortunate elopement was first talked of between us. my heart stood still, and i grew sick and faint at the recollection of the rest of that [pg 196]dream, or revelation, or whatever it was.
giles, meanwhile, had bowed respectfully to the judges, then to the assembled people, who very generally returned his salutation with every mark of politeness. turning to where we sat, he bowed and smiled. we all rose, and lady hawkshaw and daphne made him deep curtseys. a jury was soon selected and sworn, and the first witness called was lady arabella stormont.
in a moment she entered, leaning upon the arm of sir thomas vernon, and was by him escorted to her place in the witness-box.
her beauty was almost unearthly. she wore a black gown and a simple white cap, under which the curls of her rich hair shone like burnished gold. she was perfectly composed, and, after being sworn, began her story in a manner the most quiet and calm. a deep stillness reigned through the vast room, and every one in it caught her lowest word.
her testimony was entirely clear and straightforward. she related the circumstances of her being dragged off, while coming out of the playhouse at scarborough; of finding herself [pg 197]alone in the chaise with giles vernon, who told her he was taking her to scotland to marry her; that she struggled violently and endeavored to get out of the chaise, and that she was withheld by force by giles, who severely hurt her wrists, causing blood to flow; and finally, that when she began to scream, giles put his hand over her mouth and stifled her cries. she said that this conduct was kept up the whole of the night, until they reached gretna green at daylight; that all the time giles was imploring her to marry him, then threatening to kill himself or her; and that she told him many times she preferred death to marriage with him; and at last, on reaching gretna green, she defied him and escaped from him.
when she had concluded, there was an ominous stillness for a time, and then i saw something which struck a chill to my heart. i had stealthily kept my eyes fixed on the judges to see whether they gave in their countenances any signs of lenity or severity. they were altogether unmoved, except one, who was reported to be a most merciful man. he grew pale and paler as lady arabella’s story progressed, and [pg 198]i saw him several times wipe the cold sweat from his brow, and at last a sigh broke from him; but i think no one noted it but me, for the multitude of people were absorbed in the sight of this beautiful young woman, so coolly swearing away the life of a man who had loved her.
giles vernon bore the ordeal unflinchingly, and when at intervals she looked toward him with a quiet hatred in her glance, he gazed steadily back at her.
she was then to be cross-examined. many questions were asked her by the great london barrister, who was one of the three defending giles. one query was, whether she had ever given mr. vernon reason to think she would marry him, to which she replied,—
“no; never in my life.”
she was then asked if there was another gentleman in the case, and for the first time she showed confusion. her face grew crimson, and she remained silent. the question was not pressed, and she was soon permitted to retire. when she passed out of the hall, she was the divinest picture of beauty and modesty i ever saw. her eyes sought the floor, and a delicious [pg 199]blush mantled her cheek. i believe that many persons, under the spell of her beauty, thought that she was an unwilling witness, and pitied her youth and inexperience.
but it was hanging testimony she gave, and well she knew it.
after the examination of the postboys and other witnesses for the prosecution, i was called as the first witness for giles. i told the circumstances of our agreement to run away with the two charmers of our hearts; and the fact that i had been so readily forgiven, not only by daphne herself, but by sir peter and lady hawkshaw, i saw produced a good effect. but when i was asked by the other side if i had ever seen, or if giles had ever claimed, any willingness on lady arabella’s part to go off with him, i broke down miserably. my testimony did giles but little good, i fear.
sir peter hawkshaw was the next witness. it was plain from the start that he desired to help giles, and likewise that he knew very little of the affair until it was all over. but he proved a most entertaining, if discursive witness.
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sir peter evidently thought the witness-box was his own quarter-deck, and he proceeded to harangue the court in his best manner as a flag officer. he talked of everything except the case; he gave a most animated description of the fight between the ajax on our side and the indomptable and xantippe on the other, praising giles vernon’s gallantry at every turn. he also aired his views on the subject of the flannel shirts furnished to the navy, alleging that some rascally contractors ought to be hanged at the yard-arm for the quality supplied; and wound up by declaring, with great gusto, that if an officer in his majesty’s service desired to marry a young lady, it was an act of spirit to carry her off, and for his part, fellows of that sort were the kind he should select to lead a boarding party, while the sneaking, law-abiding fellows should be under the hatches when the ship was cleared for action.
sir peter’s rambling but vigorous talk was not without its effect, upon which i think he had shrewdly calculated. in vain counsel for the crown tried to check him; sir peter bawled at them to pipe down, and remarked aloud of the [pg 201]senior counsel who had been most active in trying to suppress him,—
“that lawyer fellow is three sheets in the wind, with the other one a-flapping!”
the judges, out of respect to him, made no great effort to subdue him, and he had the satisfaction of telling his story his own way. when the prosecution took him in hand, they found, though, that he could very well keep to the subject-matter, and they did not succeed in getting anything of the slightest consequence out of him. when he stepped down, i saw that he had in reality done much more good to giles’ cause than i had, although he knew little about the facts, and i knew all.
then came lady hawkshaw’s testimony. sir peter’s was not a patch on it. like him, she really had no material evidence to give, but, with a shrewdness equal to his, she made a very good plea for the prisoner. she began with a circumstantial account of her own marriage to sir peter, in which the opposition of her family was painted in lurid hues. in vain was she again and again checked; she managed to tell her tale against the vigorous objections of the [pg 202]prosecutors, and the somewhat feeble and perfunctory rebukes from the bench. the jury, however, were plainly so interested in it, that no serious attempt was made to stop her—not that it would have availed anything, for lady hawkshaw was not used to stopping for any one.
“no doubt my family could have hounded sir peter for marrying me,” she announced in the beginning, “but my family, your honors, is an honorable one, and would not condescend to nasty tricks like—” here she fixed her great black eyes on sir thomas vernon, who smiled blandly and took snuff.
“and as for a man expecting opposition in a girl he is willing to marry, i ask your honors, does a man exist who can believe, until it is proved to him beyond cavil, that there is a woman alive who would not jump for joy to marry him?”
this produced so much laughter that the bailiffs had to enforce order in the hall.
lady hawkshaw then, with great ingenuity, referred to sir thomas vernon, “who, in those days, forty years ago, was not called ‘wicked [pg 203]sir thomas,’ but plain ‘lying tom vernon’!”
this produced a regular uproar, during which lady hawkshaw, with great complacency, fanned herself. after a warning from the presiding justice to keep to the matter in hand, she curtsied deeply to him, and immediately resumed her account of sir thomas vernon, in which she told of a certain occasion, in the time of the american war, when, as the royal family was passing to chapel at windsor, hisses were heard, which were directly traced to sir thomas vernon, the king having declined to receive him at the levee on account of his notoriously bad character. and sir thomas, being thrust out, was taken by some of the inhabitants of windsor, and ducked in a neighboring horse-pond. at this point, the judge himself courteously but firmly interrupted lady hawkshaw, and informed her that she could not be permitted to go on in that strain.
“i shall observe your lordship’s caution,” she replied politely, and straightway launched into a description of sir thomas’ appearance when he emerged from the horse-pond, which brought a smile to every face in court—including even [pg 204]the judge’s—except the victim himself, who bit his lip, and scowled in fury.
the judges afterward said that lady hawkshaw proved to be the most unmanageable witness any and all of them had ever encountered; for in spite of them, she gave a circumstantial account of every misdeed sir thomas vernon had ever been guilty of in his life, as far as she knew.
the crown lawyers, very wisely, declined to cross-examine this witness. when she stepped down out of the witness-box and took sir peter’s arm, she passed close to the presiding justice, who happened to have his snuff-box open in his hand. my lady deliberately stopped and took a pinch out of the judge’s box, remarking suavely,—
“your lordship shows excellent taste in preferring the spanish!”
i thought his lordship would drop out of his chair.
the evidence being all in, and the arguments made, a recess was taken. we were not the only ones who paid our respects immediately to giles vernon. many persons went forward [pg 205]and shook his hand, while i think sir thomas did not receive a cordial greeting from a single man or woman in the hall, although he was known to every one present.
we got a hurried dinner at the tavern, and returned at once to the hall. it was about half-past four in the winter afternoon, and the day being dark and lowering, candles were required. the lord justice’s instructions to the jury were then read, and my heart sank, as, in a dreadful monotone, he expounded the law to them. alas! as long as the statute against the abduction of an heiress remained, giles vernon was guilty of a capital crime; and not one word uttered by any one of us who testified in his behalf did aught but prove the more strongly that he had carried lady arabella off against her will.
the jury retired, and, the day having been fatiguing, the lords justices determined to wait in their retiring-room for an hour, where they could be called, if the jury promptly reached a verdict. this troubled me—this expectation of a quick decision.
the judges having retired and suspended the sitting of the court, we at once went over and [pg 206]sat with giles, who maintained perfectly his manly composure. he laughed with sir peter over some of the events of the fight between the ajax and her two enemies, complimented lady hawkshaw upon her triumph over the laws of the land relating to evidence, and said many kind things to daphne.
while we were in the midst of a cheerful conversation, and not observant of what was going on in the other part of the hall, we suddenly heard the crier proclaiming the entrance of their lordships, and at the same moment sir thomas vernon entered by another door. hanging on his arm was lady arabella stormont. and then the jury filed in with solemn faces, and what followed all seemed to me like some horrid dream.
although several persons were moving about, there seemed to me a dreadful silence; and although the candles burned, and a great hobgoblin of a moon peered in at the windows, there seemed an awful darkness. and after a time, in which i was oppressed by this ghostly silence and darkness, i saw the senior lord justice put on a black cap, and sentence giles vernon to be [pg 207]hanged by the neck until he was dead, that day fortnight.
my eyes roved aimlessly around, and fell at that moment on lady arabella stormont. a faint smile flickered on her lovely mouth.
