ernor would permit him to accompany the messengers. No one, he
pleaded, was so interested in the issue of the search as himself; no
one, then, so proper to undertake it.
"I cannot grant your request, Lieutenant," answered the Governor,
"however I may wish to oblige you; as the life of my nephew might be
endangered by my compliance. I know his disposition--I have had proofs
of yours: nor dare I trust you in the presence of each other. If it will
be any satisfaction to you, Sir Henry may go; and if he be unsuccessful
in his mission, you shall have full liberty to search any, or every
part of the isle, except the spot where Ferrand is."
Harland thought the restriction unjust; but the expressive eye of Sir
Henry checked the impetuous sally of his impatience.
"The anxiety I feel for the recovery of our Louise," said Sir Henry,
addressing him, "can be exceeded, Harland, by none but your own: and for
the permission offered me of accompanying the messengers, I accept it
with thankfulness. You, Harland, will remain with the Marchioness till
my return; when if I be unsuccessful, we will proceed on a further
search."
The brow of Harland was still contracted: a darkened passion rolled over
his soul: his eye glanced to the Governor, who was conferring with the
Marchioness and the Captain. Sir Henry read the tumult of his mind, and,
drawing him aside, endeavoured to reconcile him to the Governor's
commands.
"And what," answered Harland vehemently, "must Louise think? To be
rescued from the hand of villany--perhaps of dishonour, by the hand of a
brother, or menials, whilst he who nearly claims the name of Husband
stands by like a dastard, in the moment of danger! By Heavens, Sir
Henry, it must not--shall not be!"
"It must, Harland," said Sir Henry. "In this respect the Governor's will
is law: and Louise is too just--too generous, to impute to you as a
slight, that which proceeds from necessity. Then cheer up, man; in a few
hours, I trust, all will be well."
A servant now entered, to inform Sir Henry the attendants were waiting.
He shook Harland by the hand, and, taking a hasty leave, set out for the
Governor's seat.
END OF VOLUME I.
Printed by C. Spilsbury, Angel-Court, Snowhill.
ERRATA IN VOL. I.
_Page_ 37, _Line_ 1, _for_ "dis," _read_ his.
45, 16, _for_ "to," _read_ by.
140, 18, _for_ "for," _read_ or.
209, 1, _for_ "Booyers," _read_ Booyers's.
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