. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . -scious girl; and just as I reached the window, he criedout, Bessy Bellenden, hy Jove! Elizabeth turned round, gave a little cry, and—but what happened I shall tell in the ensuing chapter. CHAPTER V IN WHICH I AM STUNG BY A SERPENT ■? ill when I heardBaker call outBessy Bellenden,and adjure Jove,he had run for-ward and seizedElizabeth by thewaist, or offeredher other personalindignity, I tooshould have runforward on myside and engaged--^^^^^cS
. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . -scious girl; and just as I reached the window, he criedout, Bessy Bellenden, hy Jove! Elizabeth turned round, gave a little cry, and—but what happened I shall tell in the ensuing chapter. CHAPTER V IN WHICH I AM STUNG BY A SERPENT ■? ill when I heardBaker call outBessy Bellenden,and adjure Jove,he had run for-ward and seizedElizabeth by thewaist, or offeredher other personalindignity, I tooshould have runforward on myside and engaged--^^^^^cSSt^^i^^K him. Though Iam a stout elderly man, short in stature and in wind, Iknow I am a match for that rickety little captain on hishigh-heeled boots. A match for him? I believe MissBessy would have been a match for both of us. Herwhite arm was as hard and polished as ivory. Hadshe held it straight pointed against the rush of the dra-goon, he would have fallen backwards before his in-tended prey: I have no doubt he would. It was thehen, in this case, was stronger than the libertine fox,and au besoin would have pecked the little marauding 314. I AM STUNG BY A SERPENT 315 vermins eyes out. Had, I say, Partlet been weak, andReynard strong, I would have come forward: I cer-tainly would. Had he been a wolf now, instead of afox, I am certain I should have run in upon him, grap-pled with him, torn his heart and tongue out of hisblack throat, and trampled the lawless brute to death. Well, I didnt do any such thing. I was just goingto run in,—and I didnt. I was just going to rush toBessys side to clasp her (I have no doubt) to my heart:to beard the whiskered champion who was before her,and perhaps say, Cheer thee—cheer thee, my perse-cuted maiden, my beauteous love—my Rebecca! Comeon. Sir Brian de Bois Guilbert, thou dastard Templar!It is I, Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe. (By the way, thoughthe fellow was not a Templar, he was a Lincoln s-Inn7nan, having passed twice through the Ins
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