If she
sees the king, ill will come of it. You know, or should know, his
character."
"Hagthorne advises well," interposed Fenwolf. "Mabel will be better at
home."
"But she has no intention of returning at present," replied Mabel. "You
brought me here for pastime, dear grandfather, and will not take me
back at the recommendation of this strange man?"
"Content you, child--content you," replied Tristram kindly. "You shall
remain where you are."
"You will repent it!" cried Hagthorne.
And hastily darting among the trees, he disappeared from view.
Affecting to laugh at the occurrence, though evidently annoyed by it,
the old forester led his granddaughter towards the stand, where he was
cordially greeted by the keepers, most of whom, while expressing their
pleasure at seeing him, strove to render themselves agreeable in the
eyes of Mabel.
From this scene Morgan Fenwolf kept aloof, and remained leaning
against a tree, with his eyes riveted upon the damsel. He was roused
from his reverie by a slight tap upon the shoulder; and turning at the
touch, beheld Valentine Hagthorne. Obedient to a sign from the latter,
he followed him amongst the trees, and they both plunged into a dell.
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