Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3

IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON JOHN AND ROBERT MAXWELL
MILTON HOUSE, SHOE LANE, FLEET STREET AND ST. BRIDE STREET, LUDGATE CIRCUS, E.C.
LONDON: ROBSON AND SONS, LIMITED, PRINTERS, PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.
Herrick, said Lavendale suddenly next day, when the two friends were alone together in the Abbey hall, a spacious chamber, half armoury, half picture-gallery, rich alike in the damascened steel of Damascus and Toledo and in the angular saints and virgins of the early Italian painters; Herrick, you are making love to my heiress; you are cutting off my advance to El Dorado; you are playing the part of a traitor.
'Tis a true bill, Jack. I confess my crime, my treachery—what you will. I adore Irene Bosworth, for whom you care not a straw. I should love her as fondly were she a beggar-girl that I had found by the roadside—'tis for herself I love her, and for no meaner reason. I loved her before you ever saw her face.
Ho, ho! how secret you can be!
There are some things too holy to be canvassed with one who is seldom serious. Had I told you of my passion, you would have laughed at the love and the lover. I met that sweet girl in the wood one morning, met her again the next, adored her in the first hour we met, and went on loving her deeper with every meeting. And then you came home with your story of an heiress, and strutted like a peacock before her, irresistible, all-conquering, deeming it impossible that any other man could be loved while you were by. Was I to warn you of my silent rivalry? It is but within the last week I have told her of my love.
And does she return it?
She tells me as much.
Then, by Heaven, Herrick, I will not cross your loves. For no joining of lands and bettering of my estate will I be false at once to love and friendship. If Mr. Bosworth has a mind to extend his property, he can wait till I am dead and buy Lavendale Manor from the Jews. I doubt it will be deeply dipped by that time.