“Gone away in a barouche and pair. Devil take me if I understand it.” And the Captain proceeded to give a confused account of what had passed.
“My brother! my brother! they have torn thee from me, then;” cried Philip, and he fell to the earth insensible.
CHAPTER XI.
“Vous me rendrez mon frere!”
CASIMER DELAVIGNE: Les Enfans d’Edouard.
[You shall restore me my brother!]
One evening, a week after this event, a wild, tattered, haggard youth knocked at the door of Mr. Robert Beaufort. The porter slowly presented himself.
“Is your master at home? I must see him instantly.”
“That’s more than you can, my man; my master does not see the like of you at this time of night,” replied the porter, eying the ragged apparition before him with great disdain.
“See me he must and shall,” replied the young man; and as the porter blocked up the entrance, he grasped his collar with a hand of iron, swung him, huge as he was, aside, and strode into the spacious hall.
“Stop! stop!” cried the porter, recovering himself. “James! John! here’s a go!”