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<h2> CHAPTER XV. Clement Lanyere's Story. </h2>
<p>"My tale shall be briefly told," said Lanyere. "You are aware, Sir
Francis, that in the pursuit of my avocation I am often led into the most
dangerous quarters of the metropolis, and at hours when the peril to any
honest man is doubled. Adventures have not unfrequently occurred to me
when so circumstanced, and I have been indebted to my right hand and my
good sword for deliverance from many a desperate risk. Late one night, I
chanced to be in the neighbourhood of Whitefriars, in a place called the
Wilderness, when, hearing cries for help, accompanied by the clash of
steel, I rushed towards a narrow court, whence the clatter and
vociferations resounded, and perceived by the light of the moon, which
fortunately happened to be shining brightly at the time, one man engaged
with four others, who were evidently bent upon cutting his throat in order
to take his purse. He defended himself gallantly, but the odds were too
great, and he must have been speedily slain—for the villains swore
with great oaths they would murder him if he continued to resist them—if
I had not come to the rescue. I arrived just in time. They were pressing
him hard. I struck down the point of a rapier which was within an inch of
his breast—gave the swashbuckler who carried it a riposta he did not
expect, and sent him off bowling—and then addressed myself to the
others with such good effect, that in a brief space the stranger and I
were alone together. I had been slightly wounded in the fray; but I
thought nothing of it—a mere scratch. It seemed something more to
the gentleman I had preserved. He expressed great concern for me, and
bound his handkerchief round my arm. I was about to depart, but he
detained me to renew his professions of gratitude for the service I had
rendered him, and his earnest wish that he might be able to requite me.
From his discourse, and from the texts of Scripture he mixed up with it, I
knew him to be a Puritan; and I might have supposed him to be a preacher
of the Gospel, had he not carried a sword, and borne himself so manfully
in the encounter. However, he left me no doubt on the subject, for he told
me he was named Hugh Calveley, and that he had served in the wars with
more honour to himself than profit. He added, that if the knaves had
succeeded in their design, and robbed and slain him, they would have
deprived his daughter of her sole protector; and, indeed, of all means of
subsistence, since the little they had would be lost with him. On hearing
this, a thought struck me, and I said to him—'You have expressed an
earnest desire to requite the service I have just been fortunate enough to
render you, and as I am well assured your professions are not idly made, I
shall not hesitate to proffer a request to you.' 'Ask what you will; if I
have it to give, it shall be yours,' he replied. 'You make that promise
solemnly, and before heaven?' I said. 'I make it solemnly,' he replied.
'And to prove to you that I mean it to be binding upon me, I will confirm
it by an oath upon the Bible.' And as he spoke he took the sacred volume
from his doublet, and reverently kissed it. Then I said to him—'Sir,
you have told me you have a daughter, but you have not told me whether she
is marriageable or not?' He started at the question, and answered somewhat
sternly. 'My daughter has arrived at womanhood. But wherefore the inquiry?
Do you seek her hand in marriage?' 'If I did so, would you refuse her to
me?' A pause ensued, during which I observed he was struggling with deep
emotion, but he replied at last, 'I could not do so after my solemn
promise to you; but I pray you not to make the demand.' I then said to
him: 'Sir, you cannot lay any restrictions upon me. I shall exact
fulfilment of your promise. Your daughter must be mine.' Again he seemed
to be torn by emotion, and to meditate a refusal; but after a while he
suppressed his feelings, and replied. 'My word is plighted. She shall be
yours.—Ay, though it cost me my life, she shall be yours.' He then
inquired my name and station, and I gave him a different name from that by
which I am known; in fact, I adopted one which chanced to be familiar to
him, and which instantly changed his feelings towards me into those of
warmest friendship. As you may well suppose, I did not think fit to reveal
my odious profession, and though I was unmasked, I contrived so to muffle
my hateful visage with my cloak, that it was in a great degree concealed
from him. After this, I told him that I had no intention of pressing my
demand immediately; that I would take my own means of seeing his daughter
without her being conscious of my presence; and that I would not intrude
upon her in any way without his sanction. I used some other arguments,
which seemed perfectly to satisfy him, and we separated, he having
previously acquainted me that he lived at Tottenham. Not many days elapsed
before I found an opportunity of viewing his daughter, and I found her
exquisitely beautiful. I had indeed gained a prize; and I resolved that no
entreaties on his part, or on hers, should induce me to abandon my claim.
I took care not to be seen by her, being sensible that any impression I
might make would be prejudicial to me; and I subsequently learnt from her
father that he had not disclosed to her the promise he had been rash
enough to make to me. I had an interview with him—the third and last
that ever took place between us—on the morning of the day on which
he made an attempt upon the life of the King. I rode over to Tottenham,
and arrived there before daybreak. My coming was expected, and he himself
admitted me by a private door into his garden, and thence into the house.
I perceived that his mind was much disturbed, and he told me he had passed
the whole night in prayer. Without acquainting me with his desperate
design, I gathered from what he said, that he meditated some fearful act,
and that he considered his own life in great jeopardy. If he fell, and he
anticipated he should fall, he committed his daughter to my care; and he
gave me a written injunction, wherein, as you will find, his blessing is
bestowed upon her for obedience to him, and his curse laid upon her in the
event of a breach of duty; commanding her, by all her hopes of happiness
hereafter, to fulfil the solemn promise he had made me—provided I
should claim her hand within a twelvemonth of his death. The unfortunate
man, as you know, died within two days of that interview, having, as I
have since ascertained, reiterated the same solemn charge, and in terms
equally impressive, to his daughter."</p>
<p>"A strange story truly," observed Sir Francis, who had listened
attentively to the relation; "but though Aveline may consent to be bound
by her father's promise to you, I see not how Lean enforce the claim."</p>
<p>"Hugh Calveley, when dying, disclosed no name to his daughter," said Sir
Giles. "There is no name mentioned in the paper confided by him to
Lanyere; and, possessed of that authority, you will represent the party
entitled to make the claim, and can act as Lanyere would have acted."</p>
<p>"She will not resist the demand," said the promoter. "That I can avouch,
for I overheard her declare as much to Sir Jocelyn."</p>
<p>"If such be the case, I am content," cried the old usurer. "Give me the
authority," he added to Lanyere.</p>
<p>"I have it with me, Sir Francis," rejoined the promoter; "but Sir Giles
will explain to you that there is something to be done before I can yield
it to you."</p>
<p>"What does he require?" asked the old usurer, glancing uneasily at his
partner.</p>
<p>"Merely all these title-deeds of the Mounchensey estates in exchange for
that paper," replied Sir Giles.</p>
<p>"Not merely the deeds," said Lanyere; "but an assignment on your part, Sir
Giles, and on yours, Sir Francis, of all your joint interest in those
estates. I must have them absolutely secured to me; and stand precisely as
you stand towards them."</p>
<p>"You shall have all you require," replied Mompesson.</p>
<p>"Amazement!" exclaimed Sir Francis. "Can you really mean to relinquish
this noble property to him, Sir Giles? I thought I was assigning my share
to you, and little dreamed that the whole estates would be made over in
this way."</p>
<p>"I have told you, Sir Francis," rejoined the other, "that vengeance—ample,
refined vengeance—cannot be too dearly purchased; and you will now
perceive that I am willing to pay as extravagantly as yourself for the
gratification of a whim. On no other terms than these would Lanyere
consent to part with the authority he possesses, which while it will
ensure you the hand of Aveline, will ensure me the keenest revenge upon
Sir Jocelyn. I have therefore acceded to his terms. Thou hast got a rare
bargain, Lanyere; and when the crack-brained Puritan gave thee that paper,
he little knew the boon he bestowed upon thee."</p>
<p>"The exchange would, indeed, seem to be in my favour, Sir Giles," he said;
"but you may believe me when I say, that though I gain these large
estates, I would rather have had the damsel."</p>
<p>"Well, let the business be completed," said Sir Giles; "and that it may be
so with all dispatch, do you, Lanyere, summon Lupo Vulp to us. You will
find him in his chamber, and bid him bring with him the deed of assignment
to you of the Mounchensey estates which he has already prepared, and which
only requires my signature and that of Sir Francis."</p>
<p>"I obey you, Sir Giles," replied Lanyere, departing on the errand.</p>
<p>As soon as they were alone, the old usurer observed to his partner—"I
am lost in astonishment at what you are about to do, Sir Giles. That I
should make a sacrifice for a dainty damsel, whose charms are doubled
because she should belong to an enemy, is not surprising; but that you
should give up so easily a property you have so long coveted—I
confess I cannot understand it."</p>
<p>A strange smile crossed the extortioner's countenance.</p>
<p>"And do you really think I would give it up thus, Sir Francis?" he said.</p>
<p>"But if we sign that deed—'tis his. How are you to get it back
again?"</p>
<p>"Ask me not <i>how</i>—I have no time for explanation. Recollect
what I told you of Osmond Mounchensey, and the possibility of his
re-appearance."</p>
<p>"I will not seek to penetrate your scheme, Sir Giles," observed the old
usurer; "but I would have you beware of Lanyere. He is cunning and
determined."</p>
<p>"He will scarcely prove a match for me, I think," observed the extortioner—"but
here he comes."</p>
<p>And as he spoke, the promoter again entered the chamber, followed by Lupo
Vulp, with a parchment under his arm.</p>
<p>"Give me the deed, good Lupo," said Sir Giles, taking it from him. "It
must be first executed by me—there!—and now your signature,
Sir Francis," he added, passing the instrument to him. "Now thou shalt
witness it, Lupo. 'Tis well!—'tis well!" he cried, snatching it back
again, as soon as the scrivener had finished the attestation. "All is done
in due form. This deed makes you Lord of Mounchensey, Lanyere." And he
handed it to him.</p>
<p>"And this makes Sir Francis Mitchell ruler of the destiny of Aveline
Calveley," rejoined Lanyere, giving a paper to the old usurer.</p>
<p>"This chest and its contents are yours also, Lanyere," pursued Sir Giles,
putting in the deeds, and locking it. "Will it please you to take the key.
From this moment we cease to be master and servant, and become equals and
friends!"</p>
<p>"Equals, it may be, Sir Giles!" cried Lanyere, drawing himself up to his
full height, and speaking with great haughtiness; "but never friends."</p>
<p>"Ha! what are we, then?" demanded the extortioner, fiercely. "Am I
mistaken in you? Take heed. You are yet in my power."</p>
<p>"Not so, Sir Giles. I have nothing to apprehend from you now," replied
Lanyere; "but you have much to fear from me."</p>
<p>So saying, and placing the parchment within his doublet, he hastily
quitted the chamber.</p>
<p>"Perdition! have I been outwitted?" cried Sir Giles. "But he shall not
escape me." And rushing after him, he called from the head of the great
staircase—"What, ho! Captain Bludder!—and ye, Tom Wootton and
Cutting Dick—let not Lanyere go forth. Stay him and take from him
the deed which he hath placed in his doublet. Cut him down, or stab him if
he resists."</p>
<p>But, though efforts were made to obey Sir Giles's commands, the promoter
effected his retreat.</p>
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