replied Morse. "That was in the time of the Protectorate."
"You cannot get those dreams out of your head, Morse," said Loftus, smiling. "I wish I could persuade myself I had lived for two centuries and a half."
"Would you could have seen the ancient cross, which once stood there, erected by Edward the First to his beloved wife, "Eleanor of Castile"!"
said Morse, heedless of the other"s remark. "It was much mutilated when I remember it; some of the pinnacles were broken, and the foliage defaced, but the statues of the queen were still standing in the recesses; and altogether the effect was beautiful."
"It must have been charming," observed Loftus, rubbing his hands; "and, though I like the statue, I would much rather have had the old Gothic cross. But how fortunate the former escaped destruction in Oliver Cromwell"s time!"
"I can tell you how that came to pa.s.s, sir," replied Morse, "for I was a.s.sistant to John Rivers, the brazier, to whom the statue was sold."
"Ah! indeed!" exclaimed Loftus. "I have heard something of the story, but should like to have full particulars."
"You shall hear them, then," replied Morse. "Yon statue, which, as you know, was cast by Hubert le Sueur, in 1633, was ordered by Parliament to be sold and broken to pieces. Well, my master, John Rivers, being a stanch Royalist, though he did not dare to avow his principles, determined to preserve it from destruction. Accordingly, he offered a good round sum for it, and was declared the purchaser. But how to dispose of it was the difficulty? He could trust none of his men but me, whom he knew to be as hearty a hater of the Roundheads, and as loyal to the memory of our slaughtered sovereign, as himself. Well, we digged a great pit, secretly, in the cellar, whither the statue had been conveyed, and buried it. The job occupied us nearly a month; and during that time, my master collected together all the pieces of old bra.s.s he could procure. These he afterwards produced, and declared they were the fragments of the statue. But the cream of the jest was to come. He began to cast handles of knives and forks in bra.s.s, giving it out that they were made from the metal of the statue. And plenty of "em he sold too, for the Cavaliers bought "em as memorials of their martyred monarch, and the Roundheads as evidences of his fall. In this way he soon got back his outlay."
"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Loftus.
"Well, in due season came the Restoration," pursued Morse; "and my master made known to King Charles the Second the treasure he had kept concealed for him. It was digged forth, placed in its old position--but I forget whether the brazier was rewarded. I rather think not."
"No matter," cried Loftus; "he was sufficiently rewarded by the consciousness of having done a n.o.ble action. But let us go and examine the sculpture on the pedestal more closely."
With this he crossed over the road; and, taking off his hat, thrust his head through the iron railing surrounding the pedestal, while Morse, in order to point out the beauties of the sculpture with greater convenience, mounted upon a stump beside him.
"You are aware that this is the work of Grinling Gibbons, sir?" cried the dwarf.
"To be sure I am," replied Loftus--"to be sure. What fancy and gusto is displayed in the treatment of these trophies!"
"The execution of the royal arms is equally admirable," cried Morse.
"Never saw anything finer," rejoined Loftus--"never, upon my life."
Every one knows how easily a crowd is collected in London, and it cannot be supposed that our two antiquaries would be allowed to pursue their investigations unmolested. Several ragged urchins got round them, and tried to discover what they were looking at, at the same time cutting their jokes upon them. These were speedily joined by a street-sweeper, rather young in the profession, a ticket-porter, a butcher"s apprentice, an old Israelitish clothes-man, a coalheaver, and a couple of charity-boys.
"My eyes!" cried the street-sweeper, "only twig these coves. If they ain"t green "uns, I"m done."
"Old Spectacles thinks he has found it all out," remarked the porter; "ve shall hear wot it all means by-and-by."
"Plesh ma "art," cried the Jew, "vat two funny old genelmen. I vonder vat they thinks they sees?"
"I"ll tell "ee, master," rejoined the butcher"s apprentice; "they"re a tryin" vich on "em can see farthest into a millstone."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Antiquaries.]
"Only think of living all my life in London, and never examining this admirable work of art before!" cried Loftus, quite unconscious that he had become the object of general curiosity.
"Look closer at it, old gem"man," cried the porter. "The nearer you get, the more you"ll admire it."
"Quite true," replied Loftus, fancying Morse had spoken; "it"ll bear the closest inspection."
"I say, Ned," observed one of the charity-boys to the other, "do you get over the railin"; they must ha" dropped summat inside. See what it is."
"I"m afraid o" spikin" myself, Joe," replied the other; "but just give us a lift, and I"ll try."
"Wot are you arter there, you young rascals?" cried the coalheaver; "come down, or I"ll send the perlice to you."
"Wot two precious guys these is!" cried a ragam.u.f.fin lad, accompanied by a bulldog. "I"ve a good mind to chuck the little "un off the post, and set Tartar at him. Here, boy, here!"
"That "ud be famous fun, indeed, Spicer!" cried another rapscallion behind him.
"Arrah! let "em alone, will you there, you young divils!" cried an Irish bricklayer; "don"t you see they"re only two paiceable antiquaries."
"Oh, they"re antiquaries, are they?" screamed the little street-sweeper.
"Vell, I never see the likes on "em afore; did you, Sam?"
"Never," replied the porter.
"Och, murther in Irish! ye"re upsettin" me, an" all the fruits of my industry," cried an applewoman, against whom the bricklayer had run his barrow. "Divil seize you for a careless wagabone! Why don"t you look where ye"re goin", and not dhrive into people in that way?"
"Axes pardon, Molly," said the bricklayer; "but I was so inter_est_ed in them antiquaries, that I didn"t obsarve ye."
"Antiquaries be hanged! what"s such warmint to me?" cried the applewoman furiously. "You"ve destroyed my day"s market, and bad luck to ye!"
"Well, never heed, Molly," cried the good-natured bricklayer; "I"ll make it up t"ye. Pick up your apples, and you shall have a dhrop of the craiter if you"ll come along wid me."
While this was pa.s.sing, a stout gentleman came from the farther side of the statue, and perceiving Loftus, cried--"Why, brother-in-law, is that you?"
But Loftus was too much engrossed to notice him, and continued to expiate upon the beauty of the trophies.
"What are you talking about, brother?" cried the stout gentleman.
"Grinling Gibbons," replied Loftus, without turning round. "Horace Walpole said that no one before him could give to wood the airy lightness of a flower, and here he has given it to a stone."
"This may be all very fine, my good fellow," said the stout gentleman, seizing him by the shoulder; "but don"t you see the crowd you"re collecting round you? You"ll be mobbed presently."
"Why, how the devil did you come here, brother Thorneycroft?" cried Loftus, at last recognising him.
"Come along, and I"ll tell you," replied the iron-merchant, dragging him away, while Morse followed closely behind them. "I"m so glad to have met you," pursued Thorneycroft, as soon as they were clear of the mob; "you"ll be shocked to hear what has happened to your niece, Ebba."
"Why, what _has_ happened to her?" demanded Loftus. "You alarm me. Out with it at once. I hate to be kept in suspense."
"She has left me," replied Thorneycroft--"left her old indulgent father--run away."
"Run away!" exclaimed Loftus. "Impossible! I"ll not believe it--even from your lips."
"Would it were not so!--but it is, alas! too true," replied Thorneycroft mournfully. "And the thing was so unnecessary, for I would gladly have given her to the young man. My sole hope is that she has not utterly disgraced herself."
"No, she is too high principled for that," cried Loftus. "Rest easy on that score. But with whom has she run away?"
"With a young man named Auriol Darcy," replied Thorneycroft. "He was brought to my house under peculiar circ.u.mstances."