hear there was a fine scene yesterday
morning; some of the unfortunate wretches he has taken in made their
appearance here, all the way from town."
"Oh, they are Jews half of them," slightingly spoke Mr. Warburton. "If
they do lose a little, it will be an agreeable novelty to them."
"Jews have as much right to their own as we have, Mr. Warburton," was
the peer's angry reprimand. "And if they were Turks and infidels, it
would not excuse Mount Severn's practices. Isabel says it was you, Mr.
Carlyle, who contrived to get rid of them."
"By convincing them that East Lynne and its furniture belonged to me.
But there are those two men upstairs, in possession of--of him; I could
not get rid of them."
The earl looked at him. "I do not understand you."
"Did you not know that they have seized the corpse?" asked Mr. Carlyle,
dropping his voice. "Two men have been posted over it, like sentinels,
since yesterday morning. And there's a third in the house, I hear, who
relieves each other by turn, that they may go down in the hall and take
their meals."
The earl had halted in his walk and drawn near to Mr. Carlyle, his
mouth open, his face a marvel of consternation. "By George!" was all Mr.
Warburton uttered, and snatched off his glasses.
"Mr. Carlyle, do I understand you aright--that the body of the late earl
has been seized for a debt?" demanded the peer, solemnly. "Seize a dead
body! Am I awake or dreaming?"
"It is what they have done. They got into the room by stratagem."
"Is it possible that transactions so infamous are permitted by our law?"
ejaculated the earl. "Arrest a dead man! I never heard of such a thing.
I am shocked beyond expression. Isabel said something about two men, I
remember; but she was so full of grief and agitation altogether, that I
but half comprehended what she did say upon the subject. Why, what will
be done? Can't we bury him?"
"I fancy not. The housekeeper told me, this morning, she feared they
would not even suffer the coffin to be closed down. And that ought to be
done with all convenient speed."
"It is perfectly horrible!" uttered the earl.
"Who has done it--do you know?" inquired Mr. Warburton.
"Somebody of the name of Anstey," replied Mr. Carlyle. "In the absence
of any member of the family, I took upon myself to pay the chamber a
visit and examine into the men's authority. The claim is about three
thousand pounds."
"If it's Anstey who has done it it is a personal debt
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