FATHER JEROME COUNSELS SIR RICHARD.
"You must see your father without delay, Miss Rawcliffe," said the
priest in an authoritative tone to Constance, as soon as Atherton was
gone. "We are almost certain to find Sir Richard at the Bull's Head,
and if he should not be within, he will have left a message for you,
or a letter."
Constance quite agreed that it would be proper to call at the Bull's
Head, though she felt quite sure her father would make all needful
arrangements for the meeting appointed by the prince, and they
accordingly proceeded to the inn.
So crowded was the market-place with troops, that they had
considerable difficulty in crossing, and when at length they reached
their destination, Sir Richard was absent.
"He had gone out at a very early hour," said Diggles, "and had not yet
returned."
"He cannot be long," observed Father Jerome. "We must wait for him."
"I vote that we order breakfast," said Monica. "I am frightfully
hungry."
As Constance and the priest both sympathised with her, breakfast was
ordered, and it was lucky the precaution was taken, for nearly an hour
elapsed before Sir Richard made his appearance.
Long ere this, they had finished their meal, and when the baronet
entered the room, were watching the troops from the windows that
commanded the market-place, and listening to the shrill notes of the
pipes.
Sir Richard did not seem surprised, and perhaps expected to find them
there. Constance sprang forward to meet him, and bidding him good
morrow, said eagerly:
"I know all about the arrangements, papa. I have seen the prince at
Castle Field."
"I am aware of it," he said, sternly. "I have just left his royal
highness."
"Of course you will attend the meeting he has appointed?" she said,
alarmed by his manner.
He made no reply, and scarcely noticing Monica, signed to the priest,
who understood the gesture, and followed him into the adjoining room.
"What does this mean?" said Monica, uneasily.
"I cannot tell," replied Constance. "But I hope papa will not disobey
the prince."
"Surely he will not," cried the other.
"All will depend upon the counsel given him," said Constance.
"Unluckily, Father Jerome is no friend to Atherton Legh."
"But your influence will prevail."
"You are quite mistaken, Monica. Papa won't listen to me. You saw how
sternly he regarded me just now. He is displeased with me, as if I
were to blame, because things have gone contrary to his wishes."
"I cannot conceive why he dislikes Atherton so much," said Monica,
"but I am sure his aversion is most unreasonable."
"I hoped it might be overcome," sighed Constance, "but I now begin to
despair. Even the prince, I fear, will not be successful."
"Do you think Sir Richard has an ill-adviser?" remarked Monica,
significantly.
"I hope not," rejoined Constance.
Let us now see what passed between Sir Richard and the priest when
they were closeted together.
For a few moments the baronet seemed indisposed to commence the
conversation; but as Father Jerome remained silent, he forced himself
to speak.
"I am placed in a very awkward dilemma, as you are doubtless aware,"
he said, "and scarcely know how to act. Having consented to meet
Atherton Legh in the prince's presence I am unable to retreat with
honour, and yet I cannot answer certain questions that will inevitably
be put to me."
"Can you not brave it out?" rejoined Father Jerome. "The prince cannot
be acquainted with any secret matters connected with this young man."
"He knows more than is desirable," rejoined the baronet. "Some one has
evidently informed him that I have acted as the young man's guardian."
"Mr. Marriott cannot have betrayed your confidence?" remarked Father
Jerome.
"I do not think so," rejoined the other.
"Who else can have given the information?" observed the priest. "Have
you no suspicion?"
"Ha! a light flashes upon me. Should it be so!--though I would fain
hope not--the meeting would be doubly dangerous--for she is to be
present."
"I can set your mind at rest. She knows nothing more than this one
fact."
"But that may lead to a discovery of all the rest," cried Sir Richard.
"Not since you are prepared. 'Tis a pity the packet was left with
her?"
"'Twas a great error, I admit. But I will not commit another imprudent
act. I will not be interrogated by the prince."
"Again I say you had better brave it out than fly--and fly you must if
you neglect to obey the prince's commands. Your disappearance will
give rise to unpleasant suspicions."
"But some excuse may be framed. You can help me. You have a ready
wit."
"Well, the invention must be plausible, or it won't pass. Suppose you
go to Rawcliffe Hall to fetch some documents, which are necessary to a
full explanation of this matter. You intend to come back
to-morrow--but are unavoidably detained--and do not return till the
prince has left Manchester."
"That will do admirably!" cried Sir Richard eagerly. "You have saved
me. You must take my excuse to the prince. He will then believe it."
"But to give a colour to the excuse you must really go to Rawcliffe
Hall."
"I require no urging," rejoined Sir Richard. "I am most anxious to get
away, and heartily regret that I ever joined the insurrection. I wish
I could make terms with the Government."
"Perhaps you may be able to do so--but of that hereafter," rejoined
the priest. "First effect a secure retreat. I will do all I can to
cover it."
"I will set off at once," said Sir Richard. "But I must take leave of
my daughter."
"Better not," said the priest. "I will bid her adieu for you."
Sir Richard suffered himself to be persuaded, and presently left the
room. Ordering his horse, on the pretext of attending the muster of
the Manchester Regiment, he rode out of the town.
Not till some quarter of an hour after the baronet's departure did
Father Jerome present himself to the two damsels, who were alarmed at
seeing him appear alone.
"Where is papa?" exclaimed Constance eagerly.
"He has started for Rawcliffe," replied the priest.
"Gone!--without a word to me! Impossible!" she cried.
"'Tis nevertheless true," replied Father Jerome, gravely. "He wished
to avoid any discussion. He has gone to fetch certain documents,
without which he declines to appear before the prince."
"His highness will regard it as an act of disobedience, and will be
justly offended," cried Constance.
"I do not think so, when I have explained matters to him," rejoined
the priest.
"I am not to be duped," said Constance, bitterly. "Atherton will learn
nothing more."