Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 92 SOUTHWARD HO !
mutual flame which existed between himself and her sister ;
and he had long been conscious of that benevolence of temper
which the former possessed, and which he fondly thought would
prompt her in some degree to sympathize with him in his neces-
sity, and lend herself somewhat to his own and the extrication
of Marguerite. After making his confession, he concluded by
imploring Raymond to approach his object cautiously, and by
no means to peril his fortunes in the esteem of the lady he
professed to love.
BUT the difficulties of Guillaume de Cabestaign were only
begun. It was not the policy of Raymond to be satisfied with
his simple asseverations. The suspicions which had been awa-
kened in his mind by the malignant suggestions of his courtiers,
were too deeply and skilfully infixed there, to suffer him to be
soothed by the mere statement of the supposed offender. He
required something of a confirmatory character from the lips of
Lady Agnes herself. Pleased, nevertheless, at what he had
heard, and at the readiness and seeming frankness with which
the troubadour had finally yielded his secret to his keeping, he
eagerly assured the latter of his assistance in the prosecution of
his quest ; and he, who a moment before had coolly contem-
plated a deliberate murder to revenge a supposed wrong to his
own honor, did not now scruple to profess his willingness to aid
his companion in compassing the dishonor of another. It did
not matter much to our sullen baron that the victim was the sis-
ter of his own wife. The human nature of Lord Raymond, of
Roussillon, his own dignity uninjured, had but little sympathy
with his neighbor's rights and sensibilities. He promptly pro-
posed, at that very moment, to proceed on his charitable mis-
sion. The castle of Tarrascon was in sight ; and, pointing to
its turrets that rose loftily above the distant hills, the imperious
finger of Raymond gave the direction to our troubadour, which
he shuddered to pursue, but did not dare to decline. He now
began to feel all the dangers and embarrassments which he was
about to encounter, and to tremble at the disgrace and ruin
which seemed to rise, threatening and dead before him. Never
was woman more virtuous than the lady Agnes. Gentle and