Charles Tyrrell made the best of his way back towards the park by a
different line from that which he had taken in coming; for the path
which he had followed, though the nearest of the manifold paths, and
much nearer than the high road itself, was about twice the length
which it might have been rendered if the makers thereof had chosen to
take a straight line. He accordingly cut across the grounds of the
manor-house towards the paling which separated them from the park,
vaulted over the fence, and, taking his way through the midst of the
trees and even the underwood, gained a compensating five or ten
minutes for the half hour more than needful which had been given to
Lucy and Mrs. Effingham.
When he entered the library of Sir Francis, he found that worthy
gentleman in his element, the two friendly justices having arrived, to
one of whom he was laying down the law upon various matters of county
jurisprudence, while the other was undergoing Mr. Driesen, for we know
of no other way to express ourselves, seeing that that gentleman was
operating upon him with the calm cruelty of a surgeon in large
practice, or a professed torturer of the Inquisition, making use of a
passage from Aristophanes as the rack, and enjoying the writhings of
his victim when he insisted upon his giving his view of a long
quotation, of which he neither understood nor could remember one
single word. The unhappy man, it seems, had acquired a certain degree
of reputation for learning in the county, by occasionally misquoting
to his brother justices some of the Latin headings to the papers in
the Rambler and Spectator; and Mr. Driesen, it would seem, had
determined, from the first, to do justice upon him as soon as he could
meet with him. He had, consequently, dragged him close up to Sir
Francis and the other justice, and endeavoured, as far as possible, to
call them from Sir Francis's discussion upon the law, to witness his
infliction upon the worthy personage he was persecuting.
No sooner did Charles appear than the poor man darted towards him for
refuge, leaving Mr. Driesen grinning at him with triumph and contempt;
but Sir Francis had also his word to say to his son, and immediately
remarked,
"Why, Charles, I should have supposed those enormous long legs of
yours might have carried you to the manor-house and back somewhat more
rapidly."
"Under ordinary circumstances they would have done so," replied
Charles Tyrrell, coolly: for all that had passed between him and Lucy,
although it had left his mind in no slight state of agitation, had
also left it in as placable a mood as it is possible to conceive. "I
met with various little incidents on the road, sir," he added, with a
smile, "none of them very disagreeable indeed, but which served to
detain me. In the first place, I met Miss Effingham coming up here to
console you and my mother for the absence of your affectionate son,
who she fully believed had departed, not this life, but this house, on
his journey to Oxford."
"You are pleased to be facetious, sir," said his father, dryly. "Pray
what was the next little incident? I suppose this was not a
disagreeable one, certainly."
"Of course not," replied Charles; and, as he had predetermined, he
went on: "I had next to knock down a man dressed like a sailor, who
had followed Miss Effingham into the park, and was insolent to her."
"Indeed," cried every one, while their eyes opened somewhat wider with
astonishment, and Sir Francis added, "I must really have some stop put
to this. It is now the fifth or sixth time within the last week, I
think, that sailors have been found wandering about in the park. The
gamekeepers must not do their duty, or else such people would not be
in five minutes without their finding them. And so," he continued,
renewing the attack upon his son, "you made yourself the champion of
Miss Effingham, did you? for which she was, of course, very grateful,
doughty sir."
"Certainly," replied Charles; "I could not refuse to become the lady's
champion when you were not present, sir, to defend your fair
favourite; and even more, after that was all over, and she had a
little recovered, I escorted her home to the manor-house, as she was
not disposed to come on here, judging that you would not be quite so
inconsolable as she thought, as I was to remain another day."
"I hope you gave my message to Mrs. Effingham," continued his father.
Charles replied in the affirmative; and as Sir Francis chose, when in
society, to assume the character of a very amiable and placable
parent, though he could hardly suppose that he really deceived anybody
by so doing, he dropped the matter there, and resumed his conversation
with his brother justice.
Nearly half an hour more elapsed without any notice being given that
the persons expected had arrived, and the conversation began naturally
to turn upon the subject of their meeting, when Charles, though he did
not think fit to ask any questions, gathered that the important
business on which his father had detained him was neither more nor
less than the examination of a gang of smugglers, one of the largest
and most important seizures having been made on the coast the night
before which had been known for many years. This had been effected by
the custom-house officers, aided by the crew of the revenue cutter;
but for the apprehension of the smugglers themselves, as the
contraband articles had not been found actually in their possession,
the civil power had been called in, and the necessary authority given
by Sir Francis Tyrrell.
While Charles was step by step discovering these facts, the door of
the library was thrown open, and no less than two-and-twenty men, of
different kinds and stations, poured into the room. The greater part
of them remained, however, at the farther end, while a young gentleman
in naval uniform advanced to the magistrates, and informed them that
he believed, with the assistance he had received from the civil power,
he had succeeded in capturing almost all the persons implicated. The
prisoners had sent off, he said, for a lawyer from the neighbouring
town, to assist them before the magistrates, though he did not see
what a landshark could do for the poor devils; but, however, as some
desperate resistance had been made, and it might go hard with them for
their lives if one of the constables who had been injured were to die,
he thought it better, he said, to bring them up but slowly, while the
messenger went on for the lawyer.
While he had been thus speaking, Charles Tyrrell had been examining
attentively the group at the farther end of the room, and separating
it into its constituent parts. The constables and other officers were
immediately distinguished, and, in general, the boat's crew of the
cutter could also be marked out from the rest. The group of smugglers
stood in the middle, with the others sweeping round them, and one or
two of them bearing evident marks of the contest in which they had so
lately been engaged.
But the surprise and grief of Charles Tyrrell was not slight, to see
standing beside another man, some ten or fifteen years older than
himself, and bearing a strong resemblance to him, honest John Hailes,
the father of the little boy who had so nearly drifted out to sea in
the empty boat. The other person who stood next to him afterward
proved to be William Hailes, whom we have already introduced to the
reader under the name of Old Will. The younger of the brothers, John
Hailes, had evidently been somewhat severely treated, having received
a blow upon the forehead with a cutlass, the bleeding of which seemed
scarcely to be stanched yet. William Hailes had met with less sharp
usage, or had shown less resistance, and Charles doubted not that it
was on account of the former, and the interest which he took in him
from the little incident of having saved his child, that his father
had required him to remain at Harbury Park that day.
It is certainly strange, the bond which exists between us and any one
who has called into action towards them the better feelings of our
nature. It seems as if they had made acquaintance with our hearts, and
obtained an entrance at once on all occasions when strangers are not
admitted. "We put a withering twig in the ground," says Sterne, "and
then we water it because we have planted it." Whatever may be the
philosophical cause of this tendency, Charles Tyrrell certainly felt
far more interest in the case of John Hailes than he did in that of
any one present; and advancing towards him, he asked him, not in a
loud voice indeed, but not in a low one, how he happened to be in such
a situation.
"Bless you, sir!" replied the man, "I've no more to do with it than
you have. How I got the cut on the head, you see, is because these
fellows came in upon me suddenly, and I not liking to be overhauled in
that manner, knocked one of them down. That's the truth, I don't deny.
But as for running the goods, I had no more to do with that than my
boy Johnny. I wonder they didn't take him too; for you know well
enough, sir, that he had nearly gone to sea without any papers aboard,
poor boy. D----, they may do what they like; they can't do any harm to
me; for I had no hand in running anything, so they can't make out that
I had."
"But you should have submitted when you knew that there was a warrant
out against you," replied Charles.
"I never knew anything of that," replied the man "Nobody ever told me
of a warrant. But, just when I was stooping down over the chest in the
window of the hovel, in comes one of these lubbers, and catches me by
the jacket, telling me I must come away with him: so, you see, sir, I
turned round and knocked him over, as was natural. Nobody can say much
against that, I think."
"Come, come, Charles," cried Sir Francis, "wo must investigate this
matter in a more orderly way. I don't see the use of waiting longer
for the lawyer. We might remain here all day."
Charles endeavoured to persuade his father that it would be better to
give a little more time for the arrival of the person who had been
sent for; but, as a natural consequence, Sir Francis persisted in
proceeding immediately, and had opened the business, when it was again
interrupted by the entrance of no less a personage than Captain Long,
with his pigtail at full length, accompanied by Everard Morrison, both
bearing evident marks of having lost no time by the road.
As soon as Charles saw his old schoolfellow, he advanced and shook
hands with him cordially; and though Everard received his friend's
greeting with his usual calm and thoughtful demeanour, to those who
knew him well it would have been evident, from the placid smile that
hung upon his lip and the momentary brightness of his eye, that his
meeting with Charles Tyrrell, and the warm reception given him by the
baronet's son, were grateful to every feeling of his heart.
Charles instantly led him up to Sir Francis Tyrrell, and introduced
him in form as the friend and schoolfellow whom he had so often heard
him mention, and the baronet behaved by no means ill upon the
occasion, treating the young lawyer with politeness and respect, and
saying, that though, of course, the business must be conducted by the
magistrates, and they could not suffer any one to interfere, yet it
was extremely right and proper that a solicitor should be present on
behalf of the prisoners, to watch the proceedings against them.
"Depend upon it, Sir Francis," replied young Morrison, "I should never
dream of interfering but where the law authorized me, and my duty
compelled me as the prisoners' solicitor. You will permit me, of
course, to have a few minutes' conversation with them, in the first
place?"
Sir Francis Tyrrell and the other justices consented, and Morrison,
approaching the group at the other end of the room, bade the officers
and others retire a little, in a tone which, though calm and quiet,
was obeyed at once, and then spoke to each of the prisoners in turn
for a single instant, seeming to ask none of them more than two
questions, to which some of them answered briefly, some merely by a
shrug of the shoulders or a shake of the head.
Towards the end of this proceeding, Captain Long walked up to one of
the prisoners and spoke to him; when the young officer, who had
remained standing by the magistrates, exclaimed, "Come, come, Master
Longly, none of that. We know you well of old, and I am very sure
that, if right were done, you would be standing among them yourself."
Longly eyed him from head to foot, while, by a slouching motion of his
head, he caused his pigtail to project at full length, straight out
over the collar of his jacket, and ejecting a considerable portion of
tobacco-juice upon the Turkey carpet, he replied, "So you call
yourself a sailor, do ye, you lubber?"
Everard Morrison instantly interfered. "You forget, sir," he said,
turning to the officer, "that in this room you have no authority, and
that it does not become you to bring a charge which you cannot
sustain. Sir Francis Tyrrell is the person to interfere, if Mr. Longly
does anything that is amiss, and Mr. Longly has, I know, too much
respect for him not to bow at once to his decision."
Charles Tyrrell felt proud of his friend, and perhaps Morrison was
himself in some degree affected by the knowledge that he was acting in
the presence of Charles Tyrrell.
Into the particulars of the examination that ensued, it is not,
perhaps, needful to enter minutely; at all events, not till we come to
the case of the fisherman, John Hailes, and of another, whom the young
lawyer set apart with him, in consequence of the answers which he
seemed to receive from them. It appeared very clear, as a matter of
fact, though perhaps not quite clearly proved, that William Hailes,
the elder brother of the fisherman, had had a considerable share in
smuggling the goods which had been seized. There were four or five
other men similarly situated; and as their cases were gone through,
one after the other, Charles Tyrrell could not help feeling convinced,
though very willing to believe them innocent, that sufficient grounds
existed for their committal, although he doubted whether a
condemnation would follow.
In regard to the last of these men, however, a dispute arose which
called forth his interference. None of the men had attempted any
defence or said anything, apparently acting under the directions of
their lawyer. But the last of this party was very anxious to vindicate
himself, and one of the constables seemed as anxious to prove him
guilty. The man said more than was necessary, certainly, upon his own
cause, and the constable who had taken him, standing beside him, chose
to comment on his words, and endeavoured to embarrass him even while
under examination before the magistrates.
Morrison then interposed, saying, "You had better stand back,
constable, and let the accuser answer for himself. Remember, Wilson,
you are not bound to say anything; and, if you take my advice, you
will be silent. Stand back, constable, I say; you are interfering in
an improper manner."
"Come, come, Master Morrison," cried the constable, who was one of a
sturdy, bull-headed race of men, even at that time forming a peculiar
class in the peasantry of England, but who have since increased and
multiplied to an amazing degree under the fostering care of new
game-laws and parish unions; "Come, come, Master Morrison, give us
none of your sauce I have as much right to meddle as you have, every
bit, so stand back yourself, for I sha'n't for none of you."
Morrison was turning coolly to appeal to the magistrates, being
accustomed to meet insolence of various kinds, and to deal with it
tranquilly. But such was not the case with Charles Tyrrell, who was
sitting at the moment at one end of the table, close to the prisoners,
as they were brought up one by one before the magistrate; and fixing
his eye upon the constable with a heightened colour, he said, "Stand
back!"
The man looked at him for an instant, as if irresolute; but then
replied, with dogged determination, "No, I sha'n't stand back!" and,
almost before the words were out of his mouth, he was grasped by the
collar of his coat, and sent reeling back into the midst of the group
behind him, with a countenance flaming with rage and discomfited
insolence.
"Charles, Charles," said Sir Francis Tyrrell, "command yourself, sir;
command yourself; such a display of violence and passion is very
unbecoming."
A smile ran over the countenances of the other magistrates at this
exhortation; but Charles, who felt that he had indeed given way more
than he ought to have done, instantly regained his temper, and
replied, "I beg your pardon, sir; I have done wrong; but the man was
insolent."
That insolence was but increased from the treatment he had met with.
But Charles, who found that his own temper was not sufficiently
placable to endure much more, left the matter to his father, on whom
the constable speedily turned; and Sir Francis, whose powers of
endurance were considerably less than those of his son, was in less
than two minutes in such a state of excitement, that the other
magistrates were obliged to interpose, and authoritatively to send the
man out of the room.
The baronet was then speedily calmed, and the business before them
proceeded in; but each of the persons present carried away their own
version of the scene which had taken place. A thousand stories were
built upon the foundation thus afforded, and the violence, rashness,
and intemperate passion of the Tyrrell family became, perhaps for the
hundredth time, a nine days' wonder in the county.
It was a peculiar feature in the character of Sir Francis Tyrrell,
that any irritation which he endured left an impression on his mind,
which lasted long in a sort of subdued and smothered state. If nothing
occurred again to blow it into a flame, the fire became gradually
extinct. But it showed itself, if that were not the case, by bursting
forth upon slight causes, and aggravating every motive of offence. It
also, even while kept under, made him bitterer, more severe, and more
sarcastic than at other times; but, on the present occasion, his
calmness only lasted for a very short period.
When the fisherman, John Hailes, was brought up to the table, with the
other person whom Morrison had set apart, the young lawyer immediately
commenced another method of proceeding, saying to the magistrates,
"Now, gentlemen, against these two men there is not a shadow of
evidence, as far as I can learn; and the accusation against them, when
stripped of its exaggerations, is, that the man, John Hailes, and this
other, named Henry Wilson, live upon the seashore, within a mile of
the place where the smuggled goods have been seized. Hailes, it is
true, is the brother of William Hailes, who lives nearer to the spot,
and who was seen, we are told, with a barrow-full of the shingles,
such as the goods were covered with; but even if it were proved--and
there is not a shadow of proof that such is the case--that William
Hailes smuggled the whole cargo with his own hands, that is not in the
slightest degree a proof that his brother had anything to do with it.
Unless, then, sufficient evidence be brought forward to show that
Hailes and his companion were immediately and directly implicated in
the transaction, I shall not only request you to discharge them
immediately, but shall also bring before your notice, when the case is
disposed of, the question of the assault committed upon them by the
constables who apprehended them."
Sir Francis Tyrrell fired up immediately. "You are aware, sir," he
said, with a frowning brow, "that they were apprehended in virtue of a
warrant signed by me upon information on oath."
"Then I have only to say, sir," replied Morrison, "that the person who
swore that oath committed perjury; and farther to observe, that the
fact of the warrant was not notified to them till after the assault
had been committed. It can be proved, that the moment the warrant was
produced, and the officers made their authority known, they met with
not the slightest resistance."
This was too much for Sir Francis Tyrrell, who answered with
domineering and angry contempt, which was only aggravated by another
cool but decided reply from the young lawyer. Everything that was
sarcastic, everything that was violent, everything that was insulting,
poured from his lips; and Charles, equally pained both for his father
and his friend, could hardly make himself heard through the torrent of
the baronet's eloquent vituperation. The moment that he did so,
however, his father turned upon him as an object on which he had very
frequently practised the peculiar sort of oratory in which he was
indulging; and nothing that could gall or mortify him was left unsaid
in the presence of the number of people who were then collected.
There was a terrible struggle in Charles Tyrrell's heart, and every
one present saw it in the changing of his colour from fiery red to
deadly pale, and the reverse, which took place two or three times
while his father went on. Every word that he himself uttered seemed to
lash the baronet into greater fury. He put no restraint upon himself
of any kind; his eyes were seen gleaming forth from under his
overhanging brows like live coals. His lips quivered, his nostrils
expanded, his hands clinched, and after going on for five or six
minutes without interruption, piling upon his son's head the wildest
and falsest accusations, insinuations, and reproaches, he actually was
forced to stop for want of breath and utterance.
Charles knew that his father would go on again as soon as he recovered
power; but he felt that he could endure no more, for he too trembled
with a struggle against himself; and taking advantage of the pause, he
rose from the table to quit the room. The baronet, however, could
hardly bear to lose the object of his indignation; and screaming,
rather than speaking, he exclaimed, "Speak, sir, speak. What have you
to say for yourself?"
Charles's resolution gave way, and he replied in a bitter tone, "I
have only to say that I grieve for my father's disgrace; one day he
will repent this conduct to his son;" and he instantly quitted the
room.
"You hear, gentlemen, you hear," exclaimed Sir Francis Tyrrell,
rolling his eyes from one of the magistrates to the other. "He
threatens his father! I suppose that some of these days he will
horsewhip me, to teach me the respect a father ought to entertain for
his son."
One of the magistrates made an attempt to mediate in favour of Charles
Tyrrell, but he speedily abandoned it, finding that the storm was
likely to fall upon himself; and, in order to avoid any more
irritation, he turned to the matter of the smuggling, and hurried
through the cases that remained as fast as possible. Sir Francis, in
the mood of the moment, would have committed anybody upon any evidence
whatsoever; but the other magistrates found themselves bound to oppose
such a proceeding; and John Hailes and his companion, with another man
against whom there was no evidence at all, were discharged.
Everard Morrison, coolly and undismayed by all that had passed, gave
notice that, as soon as he had collected evidence in regard to all the
facts, he should take proceedings against the parties concerned in the
arrest of John Hailes; but, fearful of a new tempest breaking forth,
one of the other magistrates begged him to defer anything he had to
say on the subject, to which he consented.
The rest of the business was then speedily arranged. Six of the
smugglers were sent to the county jail, and the room was soon cleared.
The magistrates immediately called for their horses and departed; and
Sir Francis Tyrrell, knowing by Mr. Driesen's calm, cynical smile,
that he had noted every word, and tone, and look during the fit of
passion in which he had indulged, and had rather enjoyed the scene
than otherwise, turned away from a man who, with all his causticity,
had never yet given him an opportunity of quarrelling with him, took
his hat and stick, and walked out into the park.
Mr. Driesen stood at the window, looking after him for a moment with a
bitter smile; then stretched himself at length upon a sofa, took up a
book, and, wrapped up in his own selfishness, forgot in two moments a
scene which, like everything else that did not affect him personally,
passed before his eyes like the performance of a play, without in the
slightest degree affecting his heart.
In the mean while Charles Tyrrell had retired to his own room. For
several minutes he buried his face in his hands, and struggled eagerly
to suppress the tumult of angry feelings that still remained in his
bosom. He used every motive, he recollected every inducement which
could be suggested by common sense and philosophy, or the far
surpassing power of religion: but the task was a long and a difficult
one; and he was leaning with his arm on the window-sill, gazing over
the park from the open window, when a servant entered the room and
informed him that one of the gentlemen who had been below had come up
to speak with him. Believing it to be one of the magistrates, and
supposing that he had come for the purpose of effecting a
reconciliation between him and his father, Charles ordered him to be
admitted immediately; but was surprised to see the young officer who
had appeared in command of the men belonging to the revenue cutter. He
closed the door carefully behind him, and advanced towards Charles
Tyrrell with a countenance expressive of candour and frankness, but,
at the same time, of some degree of embarrassment.
"I am sorry, Mr. Tyrrell," he said, "I am really sorry to trouble you
at such a moment as this, and upon such business. But, as I was coming
along just now with the men we had taken, I met an old friend and
messmate of mine, named Arthur Hargrave, who informed me that he had
had some words with you, and that you had struck him; finding that I
was coming on here, he asked me to do what, of course, I could not
refuse, namely, to seek an opportunity of speaking with you, and
demanding either an apology or immediate satisfaction of another
kind."
Charles Tyrrell was in no mood for making apologies, and he replied,
"I certainly did strike him, sir, and served him perfectly right. I
shall, therefore, make no apology whatsoever for having chastised a
person who deserved it. As he is an officer in his majesty's navy, I
find, I will give him at once that satisfaction which his conduct does
not merit; but as I am obliged to return to Oxford to-morrow, and, as
you see, have no inducement to remain here, I can give him no great
time for preparation, and will name, if you please, the hour of six
to-morrow morning."
"These things can never be settled too soon, when once they are
determined upon," replied the young officer: "and we will not fail to
be upon the ground, if you will name the spot."
"That is easily settled," replied Charles. "You see that hill," he
continued, pointing to Harbury Hill, the summit of which just peeped
over the trees of the park, and was visible at his windows. "It is a
good landmark for all the country round, so you cannot miss it. On the
top there is a flat piece of ground, it having been an old encampment.
We will meet there, if you please, at six precisely. I may have some
difficulty in finding a friend to accompany me upon the occasion, as
this neighbourhood is somewhat thin of gentlemen; but nothing shall
prevent my coming."
A few formal speeches of a courteous and civil character ended the
matter, and Charles, ushering his visiter to the door, closed it, and
remained alone, to think over the approaching event and the necessary
preparations. To whom could he apply, he asked himself. Where could he
find pistols, for he had none of his own. Everard Morrison, he doubted
not, was by this time gone; and even if he were not, Charles had
little doubt that, if he made known his circumstances to him, and
asked him to buy him pistols and accompany him to the field, the young
lawyer would positively refuse to do either, and would cause his
footsteps to be dogged by officers rather than assist him in a breach
of the peace.
The only two other young men in the neighbourhood with whom he was at
all intimate, he knew to be absent, and he paused thoughtfully over a
situation of some difficulty and discomfort. His mind then suddenly
reverted to Mr. Driesen. He would, it is true, have chosen any other
person upon the first impulse; but that gentleman, nevertheless, upon
second thoughts, appeared to him much more eligible than anybody he
could select.
Charles Tyrrell was going to do what he knew to be wrong; what, upon
every principle of reason and good feeling, he disapproved of, as the
most stupid and absurd, as well as the most barbarous and criminal of
worldly customs; and he felt, in a religious point of view, that he
not only required that mental preparation which every man must desire
before death, but that he had to ask of the Almighty, not only pardon
for sins past, but pardon for the very crime he was about to commit,
and which was likely to hurry him into the presence of God.
Mr. Driesen was a man without any religion, and, therefore, in all
these respects he could give Charles neither comfort nor direction;
but this was a matter with which his second could, of course, have
nothing to do, and in every other respect he was well calculated to
guide and assist him. He was a man of known courage; had some
experience in such affairs; was troubled with no scruple or hesitation
of any kind; and was prompt, active, and clear sighted. He could
easily obtain the pistols for him from the nearest large town, without
exciting suspicion in any one, and would, as Charles well knew, have
no hesitation in regard to exerting himself under such circumstances.
He accordingly rang the bell, and ordered the servant to ask Mr.
Driesen to speak with him; and in a few minutes after, that gentleman
appeared, with some surprise in his countenance at the summons.
Charles briefly explained to him the occurrences of the morning, and
Mr. Driesen accepted the office of second at once, rubbing his hands
with a certain degree of pleasure, though he declared duelling to be a
very foolish thing indeed at the same time.
"Early to begin, Charles, early to begin," he said. "I never went out
till I was six-and-twenty, and have not seen anything of the kind for
twenty-five years. There was room in the mean while, however, to do a
little business of the kind; but, upon my life, Charles, if you begin
thus early and go on thus hotly, you will get your brains blown out
some day. Six o'clock tomorrow, you say--Harbury Hill; well, I'll be
ready, and come and knock at your door. Is there anything I can do for
you in the mean while?"
"Why, I wish you to send for the pistols," said Charles, "without
letting any one know it."
"What! haven't you got pistols?" demanded Mr. Driesen, with as
much astonishment as if they were an indispensable ornament of a
toilet-table; "but never mind, I'll lend you mine: I never travel
without. There's no knowing when one may want them; and there can't be
better pistols. I'd give them to you, Charles (for at my age it is not
likely I shall want to use them), but they were sent me by a poor
friend of mine when he was dying; shot through the liver, poor fellow!
and I have a great regard for them. However, I will leave them to you
in my will. You Tyrrells should never be without such companions."
Scarcely ten words more were said upon the subject; and Mr. Driesen,
after ascertaining the difference between his watch and that of
Charles Tyrrell, wished his friend good-by, and went away to read his
book again.