you. Never mind--don't look so pale--after all, this is a proof
that the witness is not found--that Captain Smith is neither the Smith,
nor has discovered where the Smith is!"
"True!" observed Mr. Beaufort: "true--very true!"
"Humph!" said Lord Lilburne, who was still rapidly glancing over the
file--"Here is another advertisement which I never saw before: this
looks suspicious: 'If the person who called on the -- of September,
on Mr. Morton, linendraper, &c., of N----, will renew his application
personally or by letter, he may now obtain the information he sought
for.'"
"Morton!--the woman's brother! their uncle! it is too clear!"
"But what brings this man, if he be really Philip Morton, what brings
him here!--to spy or to threaten?"
"I will get him out of the house this day."
"No--no; turn the watch upon himself. I see now; he is attracted by
your daughter; sound her quietly; don't tell her to discourage his
confidences; find out if he ever speaks of these Mortons. Ha! I
recollect--he has spoken to me of the Mortons, but vaguely--I
forget what. Humph! this is a man of spirit and daring--watch him, I
say,--watch him! When does Arthur came back?"
"He has been travelling so slowly, for he still complains of his health,
and has had relapses; but he ought to be in Paris this week, perhaps he
is there now. Good Heavens! he must not meet this man!"
"Do what I tell you! get out all from your daughter. Never fear: he can
do nothing against you except by law. But if he really like Camilla--"
"He!--Philip Morton--the adventurer--the--"
"He is the eldest son: remember you thought even of accepting the
second. He--nay find the witness--he may win his suit; if he likes
Camilla, there may be a compromise."
Mr. Beaufort felt as if turned to ice.
"You think him likely to win this infamous suit, then?" he faltered.
"Did not you guard against the possibility by securing the brother? More
worth while to do it with this man. Hark ye! the politics of private are
like those of public life,--when the state can't crush a demagogue, it
should entice him over. If you can ruin this dog" (and Lilburne stamped
his foot fiercely, forgetful of the gout), "ruin him! hang him! If you
can't" (and here with a wry face he caressed the injured foot), "if you
can't ('sdeath, what a twinge!), and he can ruin you,--bring him into
the family, and make his secret ours! I must go and lie down--I have
overexcited myself."
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