of space. His chosen
refuge was far--very far from you.
But he could not bear to feel that you were there. If I asked any
questions about the people up above us, his face grew dark, he gave
no answer, and continued quite silent for a long time afterwards.
But when he
perceived that, not content with the old domain,
you seemed to think of encroaching upon his, then indeed
his anger burst forth. He swore that, were you to succeed
in reaching the new mine, you should
assuredly perish.
Notwithstanding his great age, his strength is astonishing,
and his threats used to make me tremble."
"Go on, Nell, my child," said Simon to the girl, who paused as though
to collect her thoughts.
"On the occasion of your first attempt," resumed Nell,
"as soon as my
grandfather saw that you were fairly
inside the
gallery leading to New Aberfoyle, he stopped
up the
opening, and turned it into a prison for you.
I only knew you as shadows dimly seen in the gloom of the pit,
but I could not
endure the idea that you would die of hunger
in these
horrid places; and so, at the risk of being detected,
I succeeded in obtaining bread and water for you during some days.
I should have liked to help you to escape, but it was
so difficult to avoid the
vigilance of my
grandfather.
You were about to die. Then arrived Jack Ryan and the others.
By the
providence of God I met with them, and
instantly guided
them to where you were. When my
grandfather discovered what I
had done, his rage against me was terrible. I expected death
at his hands. After that my life became insupportable to me.
My
grandfather completely lost his senses. He proclaimed
himself King of Darkness and Flame; and when he heard your tools
at work on coal-beds which he considered entirely his own,
he became
furious and beat me
cruelly. I would have fled
from him, but it was impossible, so
narrowly did he watch me.
At last, in a fit of ungovernable fury, he threw me down into
the abyss where you found me, and disappeared,
vainly calling
on Harfang, which
faithfully stayed by me, to follow him.
I know not how long I remained there, but I felt I was at
the point of death when you, my Harry, came and saved me.
But now you all see that the grandchild of old Silfax can
never be the wife of Harry Ford, because it would be certain
death to you all!"
"Nell!" cried Harry.
"No," continued the
maiden, "my
resolution is taken. By one means
only can your ruin be averted; I must return to my
grandfather.
He threatens to destroy the whole of New Aberfoyle. His is
a soul
incapable of mercy or
forgiveness, and no
mortal can
say to what
horrid deed the spirit of
revenge will lead him.
My duty is clear; I should be the most despicable creature on earth
did I
hesitate to perform it. Farewell! I thank you all heartily.
You only have taught me what happiness is. Whatever may befall,
believe that my whole heart remains with you."
At these words, Simon, Madge, and Harry started up in an agony of grief,
exclaiming in tones of
despair, "What, Nell! is it possible you
would leave us?"
James Starr put them all aside with an air of authority, and,
going straight up to Nell, he took both her hands in his,
saying quietly, "Very right, my child; you have said exactly what you
ought to say; and now listen to what we have to say in reply.
We shall not let you go away; if necessary, we shall keep you by force.
Do you think we could be so base as to accept of your
generous proposal?
These threats of Silfax are formidable--no doubt about it!
But, after all, a man is but a man, and we can take precautions.
You will tell us, will you not, even for his own sake, all you can
about his habits and his lurking-places? All we want to do is to put
it out of his power to do harm, and perhaps bring him to reason."
"You want to do what is quite impossible," said Nell. "My
grandfatheris everywhere and
nowhere. I have never seen his retreats.
I have never seen him sleep. If he meant to
conceal himself,
he used to leave me alone, and
vanish. When I took my
resolution,
Mr. Starr, I was aware of everything you could say against it.
Believe me, there is but one way to render Silfax powerless,
and that will be by my return to him. Invisible himself,
he sees everything that goes on. Just think whether it is
likely he could discover your very thoughts and intentions,
from that time when the letter was written to Mr. Starr,
up to now that my marriage with Harry has been arranged, if he did
not possess the
extraordinaryfaculty of
knowing everything.
As far as I