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THE LIBRARY

OF

THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA

LOS ANGELES



GIFT OF

FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD

FOR THE
ENGLISH READING ROOM




:



/ X



THE



KNIGHT OF GWYNNE



BY

CHARLES LEVER

AUTHOR OF "CHARLES O'MALLEY"



WITH ILLUSTRATIONS



VOL. II,



LONDON
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS

THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE
NEW YORK: 416, BROOME STREET



LONDON:

WOODFALL AND KINDER, PRINTERS,
M1LFORD LAKE. STRAND, W.C.



College
Library



CONTENTS.



1. SOME CHARACTERS NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND THE

READER 1

II. A TALE OF MR. DEMPSEY'S GRINDFATHER ... 18

III. SOME VISITORS AT GWYNNE ABBET 49

IV. A SCENE AT THE ASSIZES . . . . . . 9

V. MR. HEFFERNAN'S COUNSELS ...... 77

VI. AN UNLOOKED-FOR PROMOTION . .... 84

VII. A PARTING INTERVIEW ....... 96

VIII. THE FIRE / 102

IX. BOARDINQ-HOCSK CRITICISJI ...... 112

X. DALE'S FAREWELL 121

XL THE DUKE OF YORK'S LEVEE 128

XII. THE Two SIDES OF A MEDAL . . . . . 137

XIII. AN UNCEREMONIOUS VISIT . . . . . . 144.

XIV. A TTE-A-TTE AND A LETTER . . . . . Io3
XV. A DINNER AT CON HEFFEKNAN'S ..... 1C3

XVI. PAUL DEMPSEY'S WALK 178

XVII. MR. ANTHOXT NICKIE, ATTORNET-AT-LAW . . . 185

XVIII. A CONVIVIAL EVENING 195

XIX. MR. DEMPSEY BEHIND THE SCENES. .... 205

XX. MR. HEFFERNAN OUT-MAKCBUVRED . , . 218



iy CONTENTS.

CHAP. PAOE

XXI. A BIT OF "BY-PLAY" ...... 225

XXII. A (j! LANCE AT MBS. FUMBALLY'S .... 285

XXIII. THE COAST IN WINTER 244

XXIV. THE DOCTOR'S LAST DEVIOB ..... 257
XXV. A DARK CONSPIRACY ...... 265

XXVI. THE LANDING AT ABOUE.IR ..... 274

XXVII. THE FRENCH RETREAT 286

XXVIII. TIPIXOS OF THE WOUNDED 297

XXIX. T.-E DAWN OP CONVALESCENCE. .... 307

XXX. A BOUDOIR 317

XXXI. A LESSON FOR EAVES-DROPPING .... 329

XXXII. A LESSON IN POLITICS ...... 337

XXXIII. THE CHANCES OF TRAVEL 348

XXXIV. HOME 359

XXXV. AN AWKWARD DINNER-PARTY ..... 370

XXXVI. AN UNEXPECTED PROPOSAL . . > . . 376

XXXVII. THE LAST STRUGGLE ...... 388

XXXVIII. CONCLUSION ..,.,,., 402



THE



CHAPTER I.

SOME CHARACTERS HEW TO THE KNIGHT AND THE READER.

Soox after breakfast the following morning the Knight
set out to pay his promised visit to Miss Daly, who had
taken up her abode at a little village on the coast, about
three miles distant. Had Darcy known that her removal
thither had been in consequence of his own arrival at
" the Corvy," the fact would have greatly added to an
embarrassment sufficiently great on other grounds; of this,
however, he was not aware; her brother Bagenal account-
ing for her not inhabiting " the Corvy" as being lonely
and desolate, whereas the village of Ballintray was, after
its fashion, a little watering-place much frequented in
the season by visitors from Coleraine, and other towns still
more inland.

Thither now the Knight bent his steps by a little foot-
path across the fields which, from time to time, approached
the seaside, and wound again through the gently undu-
lating surface of that ever-changing tract.

Not a human habitation was in sight ; not a living thing
was seen to move over that wide expanse ; it was solitude
the very deepest, and well suited the habit of his mind
who now wandered there alone. Deeply lost in thought, he

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2 THE KNIGHT OF GWYNTJE.

moved onward, his arms folded on his breast, and his eyes
downcast ; he neither bestowed a glance upon the gloomy
desolation of the land prospect, nor one look of admiring
wonder at the giant cliffs, which, straight as a wall,
formed the barriers against the ocean.

" What a strange turn of fortune," said he, at length,
as relieving his overburdened brain by speech. " I re-
member well the last day I ever saw her, it was just before
my departure for England for my marriage. I remember
well driving over to Castle Daly to say good-bye ! perhaps,
too, I had some lurking vanity in exhibiting that splendid
team of four greys, with two outriders ; how perfect it all
was ! and a proud fellow I was that day ! Maria was
looking very handsome ; she was dressed for riding, but
ordered the horses back as I drove up. What spirits she
had ! with what zest she seized upon the enjoyments her
youth, her beauty, and her fortune gave her! how ar-
dently she indulged every costly caprice, and every whim,
as if revelling in the pleasure of extravagance even for its
own sake ! Fearless in everything., she did indeed seem
like a native princess, surrounded by all that barbaric
splendour of her father's house, the troops of servants, the
equipages without number, the guests that came and went
unceasingly, all rendering homage to her beauty. 'Twas a
gorgeous dream of life ! and well she understood how to
realize all its enchantment. We scarcely parted good
friends on that same last day," said he, after a pause ; " her
manner was almost mordant. I can recall the cutting
sarcasms she dealt around her strange exuberance of
high spirits carried away to the wildest flights of fancy
and after all, when, having dropped my glove, I returned
to the luncheon-room to seek -it, I saw her in a window,
bathed in tears ; she did not perceive me, and we never
met after ! Poor girl ! were those outpourings of sorrow
the compensation nature exacted for the exercise of such
brilliant powers of wit and imagination ? or had she
really, as some believed, a secret attachment somewhere ?
Who knows ? And now we are to meet again, after years
of absence so fallen, too ! If it were not for these grey
hairs and this wrinkled brow, I could believe it all a
dream ; and what is it but a dream, if we are not



CHARACTERS NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND READER. 3

fashioned to act differently because of our calamities?
Events are but shadows if they move us not."

From thoughts like these he passed on to others as to
how he should be received, and what changes time might
have wrought in her.

" She was so lovely, and might have been so much more
so, had she but curbed that ever- rising spirit of mockery
that made the sparkling lustre of her eyes seem like the
scathing flash of lightning rather than the soft beam of
tranquil beauty. How we quarrelled and made up again !
what everlasting treaties ratified and broken ! and now to
look back on this with a heart and a spirit weary, how sad
it seems ! Poor Maria ! her destiny has been less happy
than mine ! She is alone in the world ; I have affectionate
hearts around me to make a home beneath the humble roof
of a cabin."

The Knight was aroused from his musings by suddenly
finding himself on the brow of a hill, from which the
gorge descended abruptly into a little cove, around which
the village of Ballintray was built. A row of white-
washed cottages, in winter inhabited by the fishermen and
their families, became in the summer season the residence
of the visitors, many of whom deserted spacious and well-
furnished mansions to pass their days in the squalid dis-
comfort of a cabin. If beauty of situation and pic-
turesque charms of scenery could ever atone for so many
inconveniences incurred, this little village might certainly
have done so. Land-locked by two jutting promontories,
the bay was sheltered both east and westward, while the
rising ground behind defended it from the sweeping
storms which the south brings in its seasons of rain : in
front the distant island of Isla could be seen, and the
Scottish coast was always discernible in the clear atmo-
sphere of the evening.

While Darcy stood admiring the well-chosen spot, his
eye rested upon a semicircular panel of wood, which,
covering over a short and gravelled avenue, displayed in
very striking capitals the words " Fumbally's Boarding
House." The. edifice itself, more pretentious in extent
and character than the cabins ai-ound, was ornamented
with green jalousies to the windows, and a dazzling brass

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4 THE KNIGHT OF G WYNNE.

knocker surmounting a plate of the same metal, where-
upon the name, " Mrs. Jones Fumbally," was legible, even
from the road. Some efforts at planting had been made
in the two square plots of yellowish grass in front, but
they had been lamentable failures ; and, as if to show
that the demerit was of the soil and not of the proprietors,
the dead shrubs were suffered to stand where they had
been stuck down, while, in default of leaves or buds,
they put forth a plentiful covering of stockings, night-
caps, and other wearables, which flaunted as gaily in the
breeze as the owners were doing on the beach.

Across the high road and on the beach, which was
scarcely more than fifty yards distant, stood a large
wooden edifice on wheels, whose make suggested some
secret of its original destination, had not that fact been
otherwise revealed, since, from beneath the significant
name of " Fumbally," an acute decipherer might read the
still unerased inscription of " A Panther with only two
spots from the head to the tail," an unhappy collocation
which fixed upon the estimable lady the epithet of the
animal in question.

Various garden-seats and rustic benches were scattered
about, some of which were occupied by lounging figures
of gentlemen, in costumes ingeniously a cross between the
sporting world and the naval service ; while the ladies
displayed a no less elegant neglige, half sea-nymph, half
shepherdess.

So much for the prospect landward, while towards the
waves themselves there was a party of bathers, whose
flowing hair and lengthened drapery indicated their sex.
These maintained through all their sprightly gambols an
animated conversation with a party of gentlemen on the
rocks, who seemed, by the telescopes and spy-classes which
lay around them, to be equally prepared for the inspection
of near and distant objects, and alternately turned from
the criticism of a fair naiad beneath to a Scotch collier
working " north about " in the distance.

Darcy could not help feeling that if the cockneyism of
a boarding-house, and the blinds and the brass knocker,
were sadly repugnant to the sense of admiration the scene
itself would excite, there was an ample compensation in



CHARACTERS NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND READER. 5

the primitive simplicity of the worthy inhabitants, who
seemed to revel in all the unsuspecting freedom of our
first parents themselves ; for while some stood on little
promontories of the rocks in most Canova-like drapery,
little frescoes of naked children flitted around and about,
without concern to themselves or astonishment to the
beholders.

Never was the good Knight more convinced of his own
prudence in paying his first visit alone, and he stood for
some time in patient admiration of the scene, until his
eye rested on a figure who, seated at some distance off on
a little eminence of the rocky coast, was as coolly survey-
ing Darcy through his telescope. The mutual inspection
continued for several minutes, when the stranger, deli-
berately shutting up his glass, advanced towards the
Knight.

The gentleman was short, but stoutly knit, with a walk
and a carriage of his head that, to Darcy's observant eye,
bespoke an innate sense of self-importance; his dress was
a greatcoat, cut jockey fashion, and ornamented with very
large buttons, displaying heads of stags, foxes, and
badgers, arid other emblems of the chase, short Russia
duck trowsers, a wide-leaved straw hat, and a very loose
cravat, knotted sailor-fashion on his breast. As he ap-
proached the Knight, he came to a full stop about half a
dozen paces in front, and putting his hand to his hat, held
it straight above his head, pretty much in the way stage
imitators of Napoleon were wont to perform the salu-
tation.

" A stranger, sir, I presume ?" said he, with an insinu-
ating smile and an air of dignity at the same moment.
Darcy bowed a courteous assent, and the other went on :
" Sweet scene, sir lovely nature animated and grand."

"Most impressive, I confess," said Darcy, with difficulty
repressing a smile.

" Never here before, I take it ? "

" Never, sir."

" Came from Coleraine, possibly ? Walked all the way,
eh?"

" I came on foot, as yoa have divined," said Darcy,
drily.



6 THE KNIGHT OF QWYNNE.

" Not going to make any stay, probably ; a mere glance,
and go on again. Isn't that so ? "

" I believe you are quite correct ; but may I, in return
for your considerate inquiries, ask one question on my
own part ? You are, perhaps, sufficiently acquainted with
the locality to inform me if a Miss Daly resides in this
village, and where."

" Miss Daly, sir, did inhabit that cottage yonder, where
you see the oai's on the thatch, but it has been let to the
Moors of Ballymena ; they pay two-ten a week for the
three rooms and the use of the kitchen ; smart that, ain't
it?"

" And Miss Daly resides at present "

" She's one of us," said the little man, with a signifi-
cant jerk of his thumb to the blue board with the gilt
letters; " not much of that after all ; but she lives under
the sway of ' Mother Fuin,' though from one caprice or
another, she don't mix with the other boarders. Do you
know her yourself?"

" I had that honour some years ago."

" Much altered, I take it, since that; down in the world,
too ! She was an heiress in those days, I've heard, and a
beauty. Has some of the good looks still, but lost all the
shiners."

" Am I likely to find her at home at this hour ? " said
Darcy, moving away, and anxious for an opportunity to
escape his communicative friend.

" No, not now ; never shows in the morning. Just
comes down to dinner, and disappeai's again. Never takes
a hand at whist penny points tell up, you know seem
a trifle at first, but hang me if they don't make a figure
in the budget afterwards. There, do you see that fat lady
with the black bathing-cap ? no, I mean the one with
the blue baize patched on the shoulder, the Widow Mackie
she makes a nice thing of it won twelve and four-
pence since the first of the month. Pretty creature that
yonder, with one stocking on, Miss Boyle, of Carrick-ma-
clash."

"I must own," said Darcy, drily, ''that, not having
the privilege of knowing these ladies, I do not conceive
myself at liberty to regard them with due attention."



CHARACTERS NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND READER. 7

" Ok ! they never mind that, here ; no secrets among
us."

"Very primitive, and doubtless very delightful ; but I
have trespassed too long on your politeness. Permit me to
wish you a very good morning."

" Not at all ; having nothing in the world to do. Paul
Dempsey that's my name was always an idle man ;
Paul Dempsey, sir, nephew of old Paul Dempsey, of
Dempsey Grove, in the county of Kilkenny; a snug place,
that I wish the proprietor felt he had enjoyed sufficiently
long. And your name, if I might make bold, is "

"I call myself Gwynne," said Darcy, after a slight
hesitation.

" Gwynne Gwynne there was a Gwynne, a tailor, in
Ballyragget ; a connexion, probably ?"

" I'm not aware of any relationship," said Darcy, smiling.

" I'm glad of it ; I owe your brother or your cousin
there that is, if he was either a sum of seven-and-nine
for these ducks. - There are Gwynnes in Boss besides,
and Quins; are you sure it is not Quin ? Very common
name Quin."

" I believe we spell^our name as I have pronounced it."

" Well, if you come to spend a little time here, I'll
give you a hint or two. Don't join Leonard that blue-
nosed fellow, yonder, in whisky. He'll be asking you,
but don't at it all day." Here Mr. Dempsey panto-
mimed the action of tossing off a dram. " No whist with
the widow ; if you were younger, I'd say no small plays
with Bess Boyle has a brother in the Antrim militia, a
very quarrelsome fellow."

" I thank you sincerely for your kind counsel, although
not destined to profit by it. I have one favour to ask :
could you procure me the means to enclose my card for
Miss Daly, as I must relinquish the hope of seeing her on
this occasion."

" No, no stop and dine. Capital cod and oysters
always good. The mutton rayiher scraggy, but with a
good will and good teeth manageable enough ; and excel-
lent malt "

" I thank you for your hospitable proposal, but cannot
accept it."



8 THE KNIGHT OF GWYNNE.

" Well, I'll take care of your card ; you'll probably
come over again soon. You're at M'Grotty's, aiu't you ?"

" Not at present ; and as to tke card, with your per-
mission I'll enclose it." This Darcy was obliged to insist
upon ; as, if he left his name as Gwynne, Miss Daly
might have failed to recognize him, while he desired to
avoid being known as Mr. Darcy.

" Well, come in here ; I'll find you the requisites. Bat
I wish you'd stop and see the ' Panther.' "

Had the Knight overheard this latter portion of Mr.
Dempsey's invitation he might have been somewhat sur-
prised, but it chanced that the words were lost ; and,
preceded by honest Paul, he entered the little garden in
front of the house.

When Darcy had enclosed his card and committed it to
the hands of Mr. Dempsey, that gentleman was far too
deeply impressed with the importance of his mission to
delay a moment in executing it, and then the Knight was
at last left at liberty to retrace his steps unmolested
towards home. If he had smiled at the persevering
curiosity and eccentric communicativeness of Mr. Demp-
sey, Darcy sorrowed deeply over the fallen fortunes which
condemned one he had known so courted and so flattered
once, to companionship like this. The words of the classic
satirist came full upon his memory, and never did a senti-
ment meet more ready acceptance than the bitter, heart-
wrung confession " Unhappy poverty ! you have no
heavier misery in your train than that you make men
seem ridiculous." A hundred times he wished he had
never made the excursion ; he would have given anything
to be able to think of her as she had been, without the
detracting influence of these vulgar associations. " And
yet," said he, half aloud, "a year or so more, if I am still
living, I shall probably have forgotten my former position,
and shall have conformed myself to the new and narrow
limits of my lot, doubtless as she does."

The quick tramp of feet on the heather behind him
aroused him, and, in turning, he saw a person coming
towards, and evidently endeavouring to overtake, him.
As he came nearer, the Knight perceived it was the
gentleman already alluded to by Dempsey as one disposed



CHARACTEES NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND READER. 9

to certain little traits of conviviality a fact which a nose
of a deep copper colour, and two bloodshot, bleary eyes,
corroborated. His dress was a blue frock with a standing
collar, military fashion, and dark trousers ; and, although
bearing palpable marks of long wear, were still neat and
clean-looking. His age, as well as appearances might be
trusted, was probably between fifty and sixty.

" Mr. Gwynne, I believe, sir," said the stranger, touch-
ing his cap as he spoke. " Miss Daly begged of me to
say that she has just received your card, and will be
happy to see you."

Darcy stared at the speaker fixedly, and appeared, while
unmindful of his words, to be occupied with some deep
emotion within him. The other, who had delivered his
message in a tone of easy unconcern, now fixed his eyes
on the Knight, and they continued for some seconds to
regard each other. Gradually, however, the stranger's
face changed ; a sickly pallor crept over the features
stained by long intemperance, his lip trembled, and two
heavy tears gushed out and rolled down his seared cheeks.

" My G d ! can it be ? It surely is not ! " said
Darcy, with almost tremulous earnestness.

" Yes, colonel, it is the man you once remembered in
your regiment as Jack Leonard ; the same who led a
forlorn hope at Quebec the man broke with disgrace and
dismissed the service for cowardice at Trois Rivieres."

" Poor fellow ! " said Darcy, taking his hand ; " I
heard you were dead."

" No, sir, it's very hard to kill a man by mere shame ;
though if suffering could do it, I might have died."

" I have often doubted about that sentence, Leonard,"
said Darcy, eagerly. "I wrote to the commander-in-
chief to have inquiry made, suspecting that nothing short
of some affection of the mind, or some serious derange-
ment of health, could make a brave man behave badly."

"You were right, sir ; I was a drunkard, not a coward.
I was unworthy of the service ; I merited my disgrace,
but not on the grounds for which I met it."

" Good Heaven ! then I was right ! " said Darcy, in a
burst of passionate grief; "my letter to the War Office
was unanswered. I wrote again, and received for reply



10 THE KNIGHT OF GWYNNE.

that au example was necessary, and Lieutenant Leonard's
conduct pointed him out as the most suitable case for
heavy punishment."

" It was but just, colonel ; I was a poltroon when I
took more than half a bottle of wine". If I were not
sober now I could not have the courage to face you here
where I stand."

" Poor Jack ! " said Darcy, wringing his hand cordially ;
" and what have you done since?"

Leonard threw his eyes down upon his threadbare
garments, his patched boots, and the white-worn seams of
his old frock, but not a word escaped his lips. They
walked on for some time side by side without speaking,
when Leonard said,

" They know nothing of me here, colonel. I need not
ask you to be cautious." There was a hesitation before
he uttered the last word.

" I do not desire to be recognized either," said Darcy,
" and prefer being called Mr. Gwynne to the name of my
family ; and here, if I mistake not, comes a gentleman
most eager to learn anything of anybody."

Mr. Dempsey came up at this moment with a lady
leaning on each of his arms.

" Glad to see you again, sir ; hope you've thought better
of your plans, and are going to try Mother Fum's fare.
Mrs. M'Quirk, Mr. Gwynne Mr. Gwynne, Miss Drew.
Leonard will do the honours till we come back." So
saying, and with a princely wave of his straw hat, Mr.
Dempsey resumed his walk with the step of a conqueror.

" That fellow must be a confounded annoyance to you,"
said Darcy, as he looked after him.

"Not now, sir," said the other, submissively; "I'm
used to him ; besides, since Miss Daly's arrival he is far
quieter than he used to be, he seems afraid of her. But
I'll leave you now, colonel." He touched his cap respect-
fully, and was about to move away, when Darcy, pitying
the confusion which overwhelmed him, caught his hand
cordially, and said,

" Well, Jack, for the moment, good-bye ; but come
over and see me : I live at the little cottage called ' the
Corvy.' "



CHARACTERS NEW TO THE KNIGHT AND READER. 11

" Good Heaven, sir ! and ifc is true what I read in the
newspaper about your misfortunes ? "

" I conclude it is, Jack, though I have not read it ; they
could scarcely have exaggei-ated."

" And you bear it like this ! " said the other, with a
stare of amazement ; then added, in a broken voice,
" though, to be sure, there's a wide difference between
loss of fortune and ruined character."

" Come, Jack, I see you are not so good a philosopher
aa I thought you. Come and dine with me to-morrow at
five."

"Dine with you, colonel!" said Leonard, blushing
deeply.

" And why not, man ? I see you have not forgotten
the injustice I once did you, and I am happier this day
to know it was I was in the wrong than that a British
officer was a coward."

" Oh, Colonel Darcy, I did not think this poor broken
heart could ever throb again with gratitude, but you have
made it do so ; you have kindled the flame of pride where
the ashes were almost cold." And with a burning blush
upon his face he turned away. Darcy looked after him
for a second, and then entered the house.

Darcy had barely time to throw one glance around the
scanty furniture of the modest parlour into which he was
ushered, when Miss Daly entered. She stopped suddenly
short, and for a few seconds each regarded the other with-
out speaking ; time had, indeed, worked many changes in
the appearance of each for which they were unprepared,
but no less were they unprepared for the emotions this
sudden meeting was to call up.

Miss Daly was plainly but handsomely dressed, and
wore her silvery hair beneath a cap in two long bands on
either cheek, with something of an imitation of a mode
she followed in youth ; the tones of her voice, too, were
wonderfully little changed, and fell upon Darcy 's ears
with a strange, melancholy meaning.

" "We little thought, Knight," said she, " when we
parted last, that our next meeting would have been as
this, so many years and many sorrows have passed over
us since that day ! "



12 THE KNIGHT OF GWYXXE.

" And a large measure of happiness too, Maria," said
Darcy, as, taking her hand, he led her to a seat ; " let us



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