: Sir John Dering: A romantic comedy by Farnol Jeffery - English fiction 20th century

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XL. DESCRIBES, AMONG OTHER THINGS, HOW MY LADY TRAMPLED TRIUMPHANTLY AT LAST 308

SIR JOHN DERING

The light of guttering candles fell upon the two small-swords where they lay, the one glittering brightly, the other its murderous steel horribly bent and dimmed; and no sound to hear except a whisper of stirring leaves beyond the open window and the ominous murmur of hushed voices from the inner chamber.

Suddenly the door of this chamber opened and a man appeared, slender, youthful and superlatively elegant from curled peruke to buckled shoes, a young exquisite who leaned heavily, though gracefully, in the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder while the slim fingers of one white hand busied themselves to button his long, flowered waistcoat and made a mighty business of it.

"Dead?" he questioned at last in a tone high-pitched and imperious. "Dead ... is he?"

Receiving an affirmative answer, his lounging figure grew tense and, turning his head, he stared at the guttering candles.

Wide eyes that glared in the deathly pale oval of a youthful face, pallid lips compressed above a jut of white chin, nostrils that quivered with every breath, sweat that trickled unheeded beneath the trim curls of his great periwig; a face that grew aged even as he stood there. Presently, with step a little uncertain, he crossed to the open lattice and leaned to stare out and up into the deepening night-sky, and yet was conscious that the others had followed him, men who whispered, held aloof from him and peered back toward that quiet inner chamber; and, with his wide gaze still upturned to the sombre heaven, he spoke in the same high, imperious tone:

"He died scarce ... ten minutes ago, I think?"

"Ten minutes!... I wonder where is now the merry soul of him?... He died attempting a laugh, you'll remember, sirs!"

"Aye ... aye," quavered young Mr. Prescott. "Lord ... O Lord, Dering--he laughed ... and his blood all a-bubbling ... laughed--and died ... O Lord!"

"'Twas all so demned sudden!" exclaimed Captain Armitage--"so curst sudden and unexpected, Dering."

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