Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XVI: The Tory Captain and the Lady >> Page 143

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription TII +, TORY CAPTAIN AND THE LADY. 143
Barsfield ; but speak on, sir, I pray you. Let there be an end
of this."
I can scruple little to say out what you assume to have
conjectured so readily, Miss Berkeley ; and I speak my equiv-
alent the more readily, as you seem so well prepared to hear it.
You, then, are the equivalent for this good service, Miss Berke-
ley. Your hand will be my sufficient reward, and my good
services shall ever after be with your father for his protection
and assistance."
Think of something else, Captain Barsfield," she replied,
with the utmost gravity; "something better worthy of the
service � something better suited to you. I am not ambitious,
sir, of the distinction you would confer upon me. My hopes
are humble, my desires few ; and my father�but here he
comes. I will speak of this affair no further."
And she turned away with the words, just as the old man,
entering, met the baffled tory with some usual inquiry as to
the manner in which be had slept, and if his bed had been
pleasant; and all with that provoking simplicity that was
only the more annoying to Barsfield, as it brought the com-
monest matters of daily life into contrast and collision with
those more important and interesting ones, in the discussion
and urging of which he had but a few moments before been so
earnest. He replied as well as he could to the old gentleman,
who complained bitterly of his own restlessness during the
night, and of strange noises that had beset his ears, and so
forth a long string of details, that silenced all around, with-
out the usual advantage which such narrations possess, toward
nightfall, of setting everybody to sleep. But the signal was
now given for breakfast, and the lively Rose Duncan made
her appearance, bright and smiling as ever ; then came Lieu-
tenant Clayton ; and lastly, our old acquaintance Blonay.
Breakfast was soon despatched, and was scarcely over when
Barsfield, who had given orders for his troops to move, took
Mr. Berkeley aside. Their conversation was long and earnest,
though upon what subject remained, for a season at least,
entirely unknown to the household, Janet, however, could
not but remark that a deeper shadow rested upon the visage