Varney the Vampire 1(89)

 

"Can we doubt," said Henry, "but that this very wound has been inflicted upon Sir Francis Varney, by the pistol-bullet which was discharged at him by Flora?"

 

"Everything leads to such an assumption certainly," said Charles Holland.

 

"And yet you cannot even deduce from that the absolute fact of Sir Francis Varney being a vampyre?"

 

"I do not think, Mr. Chillingworth," said Marchdale, "anything would convince you but a visit from him, and an actual attempt to fasten upon some of your own veins."

 

"That would not convince me," said Chillingworth.

 

"Then you will not be convinced?"

 

"I certainly will not. I mean to hold out to the last. I said at the first, and I say so still, that I never will give way to this most outrageous superstition."

 

"I wish I could think with you," said Marchdale, with a shudder; "but there may be something in the very atmosphere of this house which has been rendered hideous by the awful visits that have been made to it, which forbids me to disbelieve in those things which others more happily situated can hold at arm's length, and utterly repudiate."

 

"There may be," said Henry; "but as to that, I think, after the very strongly expressed wish of Flora, I will decide upon leaving the house."

 

"Will you sell it or let it?"

 

"The latter I should much prefer," was the reply.

 

"But who will take it now, except Sir Francis Varney? Why not at once let him have it? I am well aware that this does sound odd advice, but remember, we are all the creatures of circumstances, and that, in some cases where we least like it, we must swim with the stream."

 

"That you will not decide upon, however, at present," said Charles Holland, as he rose.

 

"Certainly not; a few days can make no difference."

 

"None for the worse, certainly, and possibly much for the better."

 

"Be it so; we will wait."

 

"Uncle," said Charles, "will you spare me half an hour of your company?"

 

"An hour, my boy, if you want it," said the admiral, rising from his chair.

 

"Then this consultation is over," said Henry, "and we quite understand that to leave the Hall is a matter determined on, and that in a few days a decision shall be come to as to whether Varney the Vampyre shall be its tenant or not."

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER XXIII.

 

 

THE ADMIRAL'S ADVICE TO CHARLES HOLLAND.--THE CHALLENGE TO THE VAMPYRE.

 

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When Charles Holland got his uncle into a room by themselves, he said,--

 

"Uncle, you are a seaman, and accustomed to decide upon matters of honour. I look upon myself as having been most grievously insulted by this Sir Francis Varney. All accounts agree in representing him as a gentleman. He goes openly by a title, which, if it were not his, could easily be contradicted; therefore, on the score of position in life, there is no fault to find with him. What would you do if you were insulted by a gentleman?"

 

The old admiral's eyes sparkled, and he looked comically in the face of Charles, as he said,--

 

"I know now where you are steering."

 

"What would you do, uncle?"

 

"Fight him!"

 

"I knew you would say so, and that's just what I want to do as regards Sir Francis Varney."

 

"Well, my boy, I don't know that you can do better. He must be a thundering rascal, whether he is a vampyre or not; so if you feel that he has insulted you, fight him by all means, Charles."

 

"I am much pleased, uncle, to find that you take my view of the subject," said Charles. "I knew that if I mentioned such a thing to the Bannerworths, they would endeavour all in their power to pursuade me against it."

 

"Yes, no doubt; because they are all impressed with a strange fear of this fellow's vampyre powers. Besides, if a man is going to fight, the fewer people he mentions it to most decidedly the better, Charles."

 

"I believe that is the fact, uncle. Should I overcome Varney, there will most likely be at once an end to the numerous and uncomfortable perplexities of the Bannerworths as regards him; and if he overcome me, why, then, at all events, I shall have made an effort to rescue Flora from the dread of this man."

 

"And then he shall fight me," added the admiral, "so he shall have two chances, at all events, Charles."

 

"Nay, uncle, that would, you know, scarcely be fair. Besides, if I should fall, I solemnly bequeath Flora Bannerworth to your good offices. I much fear that the pecuniary affairs of poor Henry,--from no fault of his, Heaven knows,--are in a very bad state, and that Flora may yet live to want some kind and able friend."