[The Antiquary by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Antiquary CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST 4/7
I more than suspect this has been brought on by the villany of Dousterswivel." "Don't mention his name, sir!" said Sir Arthur; and his manner entirely changed from a fluttered affectation of gaiety to all the agitation of fury; his eyes sparkled, his mouth foamed, his hands were clenched-- "don't mention his name, sir," he vociferated, "unless you would see me go mad in your presence! That I should have been such a miserable dolt-- such an infatuated idiot--such a beast endowed with thrice a beast's stupidity, to be led and driven and spur-galled by such a rascal, and under such ridiculous pretences!--Mr.Oldbuck, I could tear myself when I think of it." "I only meant to say," answered the Antiquary, "that this fellow is like to meet his reward; and I cannot but think we shall frighten something out of him that may be of service to you.
He has certainly had some unlawful correspondence on the other side of the water." "Has he ?--has he ?--has he indeed ?--then d--n the house-hold goods, horses, and so forth--I will go to prison a happy man, Mr.Oldbuck.I hope in heaven there's a reasonable chance of his being hanged ?" "Why, pretty fair," said Oldbuck, willing to encourage this diversion, in hopes it might mitigate the feelings which seemed like to overset the poor man's understanding; "honester men have stretched a rope, or the law has been sadly cheated--But this unhappy business of yours--can nothing be done? Let me see the charge." He took the papers; and, as he read them, his countenance grew hopelessly dark and disconsolate.
Miss Wardour had by this time entered the apartment, and fixing her eyes on Mr.Oldbuck, as if she meant to read her fate in his looks, easily perceived, from the change in his eye, and the dropping of his nether-jaw, how little was to be hoped. "We are then irremediably ruined, Mr.Oldbuck ?" said the young lady. "Irremediably ?--I hope not--but the instant demand is very large, and others will, doubtless, pour in." "Ay, never doubt that, Monkbarns," said Sir Arthur; "where the slaughter is, the eagles will be gathered together.
I am like a sheep which I have seen fall down a precipice, or drop down from sickness--if you had not seen a single raven or hooded crow for a fortnight before, he will not lie on the heather ten minutes before half-a-dozen will be picking out his eyes (and he drew his hand over his own), and tearing at his heartstrings before the poor devil has time to die.
But that d--d long-scented vulture that dogged me so long--you have got him fast, I hope ?" "Fast enough," said the Antiquary; "the gentleman wished to take the wings of the morning, and bolt in the what d'ye call it,--the coach and four there.
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