The Penny Dreadfuls MEGAPACK™ (187 page)

“Rise, Sir Francis Varney,” said Flora, after a moment’s hesitation; “in such an extremity as that which you are in, it would be inhuman indeed to thrust you out among your enemies.”

“Oh! it would,” said Varney. “I had thought, until now, I could have faced such a mob, until I was in this extremity; and then, disarmed and thrown down, bruised, beaten, and incapable of stemming such a torrent, I fled from one place to another, till hunted from each, and then instinct alone urged me to greater exertion than before, and here I am—this is now my last and only hope.”

“Rise, Sir Francis.”

“You will not let me be torn out and slaughtered like an ox. I am sure you will not.”

“Sir Francis, we are incapable of such conduct; you have sought refuge here, and shall find it as far as we are able to afford it to you.”

“And your brother—and—”

“Yes—yes—all who are here will do the same; but here they come to speak for themselves.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Bannerworth entered, also Charles Holland, who both started on seeing the vampire present, Sir Francis Varney, who was too weak to rise without assistance.

“Sir Francis Varney,” said Flora, speaking to them as they entered, “has sought refuge here; his life is in peril, and he has no other hope left; you will, I am sure, do what can be done for him.”

“Mr. Holland,” said Sir Francis, “I am, as you may see by my condition, a fugitive, and have been beaten almost to death; instinct alone urged me on to save my life, and I, unknowingly, came in here.”

“Rise, Sir Francis,” said Charles Holland; “I am not one who would feel any pleasure in seeing you become the victim of any brutal mob. I am sure there are none amongst us who would willingly do so. You have trusted to those who will not betray you.”

“Thank you,” said Sir Francis, faintly. “I thank you; your conduct is noble, and Miss Bannerworth’s especially so.”

“Are you much hurt, Sir Francis?” inquired Charles.

“I am much hurt, but not seriously or dangerously; but I am weak and exhausted.”

“Let me assist you to rise,” said Charles Holland.

“Thank you,” said Sir Francis, as he accepted of the assistance, and when he stood up, he found how incapable he really was, for a child might have grappled with him.

“I have been sore beset, Mrs. Bannerworth,” he said, endeavouring to bow to that lady; “and I have suffered much ill-usage. I am not in such a plight as I could wish to be seen in by ladies; but my reasons for coming will be an excuse for my appearance in such disorder.”

“We will not say anything about that,” said Charles Holland; “under the circumstances, it could not be otherwise.”

“It could not,” said Sir Francis, as he took the chair Miss Flora Bannerworth placed for him.

“I will not ask you for any explanation as to how this came about; but you need some restorative and rest.”

“I think I suffer more from exhaustion than anything else. The bruises I have, of course, are not dangerous.”

“Can you step aside a few moments?” said Mrs. Bannerworth. “I will show you where you can remove some of those stains, and make yourself more comfortable.”

“Thank you, madam—thank you. It will be most welcome to me, I assure you.”

Sir Francis rose up, and, with the aid of Charles Holland, he walked to the next room, where he washed himself, and arranged his dress as well at it would admit of its being done.

“Mr. Holland,” he said, “I cannot tell you how grateful I feel for this. I have been hunted from the house where you saw me. From what source they learned my abode—my place of concealment—I know not; but they found me out.”

“I need hardly say, Sir Francis, that it could not have occurred through me,” said Charles Holland.

“My young friend,” said Sir Francis, “I am quite sure you were not; and, moreover, I never, for one moment, suspected you. No, no; some accidental circumstance alone has been the cause. I have been very cautious—I may say extremely so—but at the same time, living, as I have, surrounded by enemies on all sides, it is not to be wondered at that I should be seen by some one, and thus traced to my lair, whither they followed me at their leisure.”

“They have been but too troublesome in this matter. When they become a little reasonable, it will be a great miracle; for, when their passions and fears are excited, there is no end to the extremes they will perpetrate.”

“It is so,” said Varney, “as the history of these last few days amply testifies to me. I could never have credited the extent to which popular excitement could be carried, and the results it was likely to produce.”

“It is an engine of very difficult control,” pursued Charles Holland; “but what will raise it will not allay it, but add fuel to the fire that burns so fiercely already.”

“True enough,” said Sir Francis.

“If you have done, will you again step this way?”

Sir Francis Varney followed Charles Holland into the sitting-room, and sat down with them, and before him was spread a light supper, with some good wine.

“Eat, Sir Francis,” said Mrs. Bannerworth. “Such a state as that in which you are, must, of necessity, produce great exhaustion, and you must require food and drink.”

Sir Francis bowed as well as he was able, and even then, sore and bruised as he was, fugitive as he had been, he could not forget his courtesy; but it was not without an effort. His equanimity was, however, much disturbed, by finding himself in the midst of the Bannerworths.

“I owe you a relation,” he said, “of what occurred to drive me from my place of concealment.”

“We should like to hear it, if you are not too far fatigued to relate it,” said Charles.

“I will. I was sitting at the top of that house in which I sought to hide myself, when I heard sounds come that were of a very suspicious nature; but did not believe that it could happen that they had discovered my lurking-place; far from it; though, of late, I had been habitually cautious and suspicious, yet I thought I was safe, till I heard the noise of a multitude coming towards me. I could not be mistaken in it, for the sounds are so peculiar that they are like nothing else. I heard them coming.

“I moved not; and when they surrounded the house as far as was practicable, they gave an immense shout, and made the welkin ring with the sound.”

“I heard a confused noise at a distance,” remarked Flora; “but I had no idea that anything serious was contemplated. I imagined it was some festival among some trade, or portion of the townspeople, who were shouting from joy.”

“Oh, dear no,” said Sir Francis; “but I am not surprised at the mistake, because there are such occurrences occasionally; but whenever the mob gained any advantage upon me they shouted, and when I was able to oppose them with effect, they groaned at me most horribly.”

“The deuce,” said Charles; “the sound, suppose, serves to express their feelings, and to encourage each other.”

“Something of the sort, I dare say,” said Varney: “but at length, after defending the house with all the desperation that despair imparted to me, I was compelled to fly from floor to floor, until I had reached the roof; there they followed me, and I was compelled again to fly. House after house they followed me to, until I could go no farther,” said Varney.

“How did you escape?”

“Fortunately I saw some ivy growing and creeping over the coping-stones, and by grasping that I got over the side, and so let myself down by degrees, as well as I was able.”

“Good heavens! what a dreadful situation,” exclaimed Flora; “it is really horrible!”

“I could not do it again, under, I think, any circumstances.”

“Not the same?” said Mrs. Bannerworth.

“I really doubt if I could,” said Varney. “The truth is, the excitement of the moment was great, and I at that moment thought of nothing but getting away.

“The same circumstances, the same fear of death, could hardly be produced in me again, and I am unable to account for the phenomenon on this occasion.”

“Your escape was very narrow indeed,” said Flora; “it makes me shudder to think of the dangers you have gone through; it is really terrible to think of it.”

“You,” said Sir Francis, “are young and susceptible, and generous in your disposition, You can feel for me, and do; but how little I could have expected it, it is impossible to say; but your sympathy sinks into my mind and causes such emotions as never can be erased from my soul.

“But to proceed. You may guess how dreadful was my position, by the fact that the first man who attempted to get over tore the ivy away and fell, striking me in his fall; he was killed, and I thrown down and stunned. I then made for the wood, closely pursued and got into it; then I baffled them: they searched the wood, and I went through it. I then ran across the country to these houses here; I got over the fence, and in at the back door.”

“Did they see you come?” inquired Charles Holland.

“I cannot say, but I think that they did not; I heard them give a loud shout more than once when on this side of the wood.”

“You did? How far from here were you when you heard the shouts?” inquired Mrs. Bannerworth.

“I was close here; and, as I jumped over the fence, I heard them shout again; but I think they cannot see so far; the night was moonlight, to be sure, but that is all; the shadow of the hedge, and the distance together, would make it, if not impossible, at least very improbable.”

“That is very likely,” said Mrs. Bannerworth.

“In that case,” said Charles Holland, “you are safe here; for none will suspect your being concealed here.”

“It is the last place I should myself have thought of,” said Varney; “and I may say the last place I would knowingly have come to; but had I before known enough of you, I should have been well assured of your generosity, and have freely come to claim your aid and shelter, which accident has so strangely brought me to be a candidate for, and which you have so kindly awarded me.”

“The night is wearing away,” said Flora, “and Sir Francis is doubtless fatigued to an excess; sleep, I dare say, will be most welcome to him.”

“It will indeed, Miss Bannerworth,” said Varney; “but I can do that under any circumstances; do not let me put you to any inconvenience; a chair, and at any hour, will serve me for sleep.”

“We cannot do for you what we would wish,” said Flora, looking at her mother; “but something better than that, at all events, we can and will provide for you.”

“I know not how to thank you,” said Sir Francis Varney; “I assure you, of late I have not been luxuriously lodged, and the less trouble I give you the greater I shall esteem the favour.”

The hour was late, and Sir Francis Varney, before another half hour had elapsed, was consigned to his own reflections, in a small but neat room, there to repose his bruised and battered carcass, and court the refreshing influence of sleep.

His reflections were, for nearly an hour, of the most contradictory character; some one passion was trying to overcome the other; but he seemed quite subdued.

“I could not have expected this,” he muttered; “Flora Bannerworth has the soul of a heroine. I deserved not such a reception from them; and yet, in my hour of utmost need, they have received me like a favoured friend; and yet all their misfortunes have taken their origin from me; I am the cause of all.”

Filled with these thoughts, he fell asleep; he slept till morning broke. He was not disturbed; it seemed as though the influence of sleep was sweeter far there, in the cottage of the Bannerworths, than ever he had before received.

It was late on that morning before Sir Francis rose, and then only through hearing the family about, and, having performed his toilet, so far as circumstances permitted, he descended, and entered the front-parlour, the room he had been in the night before.

Flora Bannerworth was already there; indeed, breakfast was waiting the appearance of Sir Francis Varney.

“Good morning, Miss Bannerworth,” said Sir Francis, bowing with his usual dignified manner, but in the kindest and sincerest way he was able to assume.

“Good morning, Sir Francis,” said Flora, rising to receive him; and she could not avoid looking at him as he entered the room. “I hope you have had a pleasant night?”

“It has been the best night’s rest I have had for some time, Miss Bannerworth. I assure you I have to express my gratitude to you for so much kindness. I have slept well, and soundly.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“I think yet I shall escape the search of these people who have hunted me from so many places.”

“I hope you may, indeed, Sir Francis.”

“You, Miss Bannerworth! and do you hope I may escape the vengeance of these people—the populace?”

“I do, Sir Francis, most sincerely hope so. Why should I wish evil to you, especially at their hands?”

Sir Francis did not speak for a minute or two, and then he said, turning full upon Flora—

“I don’t know why, Miss Bannerworth, that I should think so, but perhaps it is because there are peculiar circumstances connected with myself, that have made me feel conscious that I have not deserved so much goodness at your hands.”

“You have not deserved any evil. Sir Francis, we could not do that if it were in our power; we would do you a service at any time.”

“You have done so, Miss Bannerworth—the greatest that can be performed. You have saved my life.”

At that moment Charles Holland entered, and Sir Francis bowed, as he said—

“I hope you, Mr. Holland, have slept as well, and passed as good a night as I have passed?”

“I am glad you, at least, have passed a quiet one,” said Charles Holland; “you, I dare say, feel all the better for it? How do you feel yourself? Are you much hurt?”

“Not at all, not at all,” said Sir Francis Varney. “Only a few bruises, and so forth, some of which, as you may perceive, do not add to one’s personal appearance. A week or two’s quiet would rid me of them. At all events, I would it may do the same with my enemies.”

“I wish they were as easily gotten rid of myself,” said Charles; “but as that cannot be, we must endeavour to baffle them in the best way we may.”

“I owe a debt to you I shall never be able to repay; but where there is a will, they say there is a way; and if the old saying be good for anything, I need not despair, though the way is by no means apparent at present.”

“Time is the magician,” said Flora, “whose wand changes all things—the young to the aged, and the aged to nothing.”

“Certainly, that is true,” said Varney, “and many such changes have I seen. My mind is stored with such events; but this is sadness, and I have cause to rejoice.”

* * * *

The breakfast was passed off in pleasing conversation, and Varney found himself much at home with the Bannerworths, whose calm and even tenour was quite new to him.

He could not but admit the charms of such a life as that led by the Bannerworths; but what it must have been when they were supplied by ample means, with nothing to prey upon their minds, and no fearful mystery to hang on and weigh down their spirits, he could scarcely imagine.

Thy were amiable, accomplished; they were in the same mind at all times, and nothing seemed to ruffle them; and when night came, he could not but acknowledge to himself that he had never formed half the opinion of them they were deserving of.

Of course during that day he was compelled to lie close, so as not to be seen by any one, save the family. He sat in a small room, which was overlooked by no other in the neighbourhood, and he remained quiet, sometimes conversing, and sometimes reading, but at the same time ever attentive to the least sound that appeared at all of a character to indicate the approach of persons for any purpose whatever.

At supper time he spoke to Flora and to Charles Holland, saying—

“There are certain matters connected with myself—I may say with you now—sure all that has happened will make it so—of which you would be glad to hear some thing.”

“You mean upon the same subject upon which I had some conversation with you a day or two back?”

“Yes, the same. Allow me one week, and you shall know all. I will then relate to you that which you so much desire to know—one week, and all shall be told.”

“Well,” said Charles Holland, “this has not been exacted from you as the price of your safety, but you can choose your own time, of course; what you promise is most desired, for it will render those happy who now are much worse than they were before these occurrences took place.”

“I am aware of all that; grant me but one week, and then you shall be made acquainted with all.”

“I am satisfied, Sir Francis,” said Flora; “but while here under our roof, we should never have asked you a question.”