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and rode furiously off. Hartley was about to mount and follow him; but Winter and the other domestics threw themselves around him, and implored him not to desert their unfortunate master, at a time when the influence which he had acquired over him might be the only restraint on the violence of his passions.

      “He had a coup de soleil in India,” whispered Winter, “and is capable of any thing in his fits. These cowards cannot control him, and I am old and feeble.”

      Satisfied that General Witherington was a greater object of compassion than Middlemas, whom besides he had no hope of overtaking, and who he believed was safe in his own keeping, however violent might be his present emotions, Hartley returned where the greater emergency demanded his immediate care.

      He found the unfortunate General contending with the domestics, who endeavoured to prevent his making his way to the apartment where his children slept, and exclaiming furiously—”Rejoice, my treasures—rejoice!—He has fled, who would proclaim your father’s crime, and your mother’s dishonour!—He has fled, never to return, whose life has been the death of one parent, and the ruin of another!—Courage, my children, your father is with you—he will make his way to you through a hundred obstacles!”

      The domestics, intimidated and undecided, were giving way to him, when Adam Hartley approached, and placing himself before the unhappy man, fixed his eye firmly on the General’s, while he said in a low but stern voice—”Madman, would you kill your children?”

      The General seemed staggered in his resolution, but still attempted to rush past him. But Hartley, seizing him by the collar of his coat on each side, “You are my prisoner,” he said; “I command you to follow me.”

      “Ha! prisoner, and for high treason? Dog, thou hast met thy death!”

      The distracted man drew a poniard from his bosom, and Hartley’s strength and resolution might not perhaps have saved his life, had not Winter mastered the General’s right hand, and contrived to disarm him.

      “I am your prisoner, then,” he said; “use me civilly—and let me see my wife and children.”

      “You shall see them tomorrow,” said Hartley; “follow us instantly, and without the least resistance.”

      General Witherington followed like a child, with the air of one who is suffering for a cause in which he glories.

      “I am not ashamed of my principles,” he said—”I am willing to die for my king.”

      Without exciting his frenzy, by contradicting the fantastic idea which occupied his imagination, Hartley continued to maintain over his patient the ascendency he had acquired. He caused him to be led to his apartment, and beheld him suffer himself to be put to bed. Administering then a strong composing draught, and causing a servant to sleep in the room, he watched the unfortunate man till dawn of morning.

      General Witherington awoke in his full senses, and apparently conscious of his real situation, which he testified by low groans, sobs, and tears. When Hartley drew near his bedside, he knew him perfectly, and said, “Do not fear me—the fit is over—leave me now, and see after yonder unfortunate. Let him leave Britain as soon as possible, and go where his fate calls him, and where we can never meet more. Winter knows my ways, and will take care of me.”

      Winter gave the same advice. “I can answer,” he said, “for my master’s security at present; but in Heaven’s name, prevent his ever meeting again, with that obdurate young man!”

Chapter IX

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      “Well, then, the world’s mine oyster,

       Which I with sword will open.

      MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

      When Adam Hartley arrived at his lodgings in the sweet little town of Ryde, his first enquiries were after his comrade. He had arrived last night late, man and horse all in a foam. He made no reply to any questions about supper or the like, but snatching a candle, ran up stairs into his apartment, and shut and double-locked the door. The servants only supposed, that, being something intoxicated, he had ridden hard, and was unwilling to expose himself.

      Hartley went to the door of his chamber, not without some apprehensions; and after knocking and calling more than once, received at length the welcome return, “Who is there?”

      On Hartley announcing himself, the door opened, and Middlemas appeared, well dressed, and with his hair arranged and powdered; although, from the appearance of the bed, it had not been slept in on the preceding night, and Richard’s countenance, haggard and ghastly, seemed to bear witness to the same fact. It was, however, with an affectation of indifference that he spoke.

      “I congratulate you on your improvement in worldly knowledge, Adam. It is just the time to desert the poor heir, and to stick by him that is in immediate possession of the wealth.”

      “I staid last night at General Witherington’s,” answered Hartley, “because he is extremely ill.”

      “Tell him to repent of his sins, then,” said Richard. “Old Gray used to say, a doctor had as good a title to give ghostly advice as a parson. Do you remember Doctor Dulberry, the minister, calling him an interloper? Ha! Ha! Ha!”

      “I am surprised at this style of language from one in your circumstances.”

      “Why, ay,” said Middlemas, with a bitter smile—”it would be difficult to most men to keep up their spirits, after gaining and losing father, mother, and a good inheritance, all in the same day. But I had always a turn for philosophy.”

      “I really do not understand you, Mr. Middlemas.”

      “Why, I found my parents yesterday, did I not?” answered the young man. “My mother, as you know, had waited but that moment to die, and my father to become distracted; and I conclude both were contrived purposely to cheat me of my inheritance, as he has taken up such a prejudice against me.”

      “Inheritance?” repeated Hartley, bewildered by Richard’s calmness, and half suspecting that the insanity of the father was hereditary in the family. “In Heaven’s name, recollect yourself, and get rid of these hallucinations. What inheritance are you dreaming of?”

      “That of my mother, to be sure, who must have inherited old Moncada’s wealth—and to whom should it descend, save to her children?—I am the eldest of them—that fact cannot be denied.”

      “But consider, Richard—recollect yourself.”

      “I do,” said Richard; “and what then?”

      “Then you cannot but remember,” said Hartley, “that unless there was a will in your favour, your birth prevents you from inheriting.”

      “You are mistaken, sir, I am legitimate.—Yonder sickly brats, whom you rescued from the grave, are not more legitimate than I am.—Yes! our parents could not allow the air of Heaven to breathe on them—me they committed to the winds and the waves—I am nevertheless their lawful child, as well as their puling offspring of advanced age and decayed health. I saw them, Adam—Winter showed the nursery to me while they were gathering courage to receive me in the drawingroom. There they lay, the children of predilection, the riches of the East expended that they might sleep soft and wake in magnificence. I, the eldest brother—the heir—I stood beside their bed in the borrowed dress which I had so lately exchanged for the rags of an hospital. Their couches breathed the richest perfumes, while I was reeking from a pest-house; and I—I repeat it—the heir, the produce of their earliest and best love, was thus treated. No wonder that my look was that of a basilisk.”

      “You speak as if you were possessed with an evil spirit,” said Hartley; “or else you labour under a strange delusion.”

      “You think those only are legally married over whom a drowsy parson has read the ceremony from

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