The Buccaneer - A Tale

His entrance caused a sensation of astonishment and confusion through

the whole group. Constantia Cecil unconsciously moved her seat nearer to

that of the Protector. An expression of satisfaction crossed the anxious

and feverish brow of Robin Hays. Dalton folded his arms across his

bosom, and advanced his right foot, as if strengthening his position.

Preacher Fleetword, who had hitherto leaned against a high-backed chair,

his eyes glaring from their sockets on the countenance of "the Lord's

anointed," and drinking in, with open ear and mouth, every word he

uttered--now shrank into the farthest portion of the room, skilfully

keeping a chair in the direction of Burrell, as a sort of fortification

against violence or evil, while he muttered sentences of no gentle or

complimentary nature, which, but for the august presence in which he

stood, would have burst forth in anathemas against the "wolf in sheep's

clothing," by which title he never failed in after years to designate

the traitor. The Jew trembled, and partly rose from his seat; while

Zillah, whose love had turned to hate--whose affection had become as

wormwood--stood erect as he advanced, with a pale but firm look.

Prepared to assert her rights to the last, she was the very model of a

determined woman, who, having been greatly wronged, resolves to be

greatly avenged. If her lip quivered, it was evidently from eagerness,

not from indecision; and her eye had the lightning of hell, not of

heaven, in its glance. Barbara crouched at the feet of her mistress; and

Lady Frances, to whom something new was synonymous with something

delightful, was tip-toe with expectation. She believed, from what her

father had hinted, that Constantia was free, and might wed whom she

pleased: this imparted an hilarity to her countenance and manner,

totally different from the aspect of all others within that room.

Burrell himself looked like a bull turned into the arena, from whence

there is no escape. His deep-set eyes were grown red and dry: but they

rested, for a moment, while he saluted Constance and Lady Frances; their

next movement showed him Zillah and her father, and he shrank within

himself, and quailed beneath the defying gaze of the woman he had so

deeply injured. For an instant, and but for an instant, eye met eye, and

glance encountered glance: the Master of Burrell was overthrown, and

looked round for some relief; but like other sinners, when the hour of

retribution comes, he found none; for those he next saw were Dalton,

Fleetword, and Robin Hays.

"We have more than circumstantial evidence to show now, Sir Willmott

Burrell," exclaimed the Protector, after surveying him with a look of

terrible contempt: "what say you to this lady? Is she, too, a

counterfeit?"