"Nay, nay," said the stranger, laughing and pushing the card away. "I do not endorse the statement--I know nothing about it! I wash my hands of it," said the young man. And then upon Mr. Stone"s demanding the author of the calumny, he gave the name of Mr. Craven Le Noir, who, he said, had "talked in his cups," at a dinner party recently given by one of his friends.
"I p.r.o.nounce--publicly, in the presence of all these witnesses, as I shall presently to Craven Le Noir himself--that he is a shameless miscreant, who has basely slandered a n.o.ble girl! You, sir, have declined to endorse those words; henceforth decline to repeat them! For after this I shall call to a severe account any man who ventures, by word, gesture or glance to hint this slander, or in any other way deal lightly with the honorable name and fame of the lady in question.
Gentlemen, I am to be found at Hurricane Hall, and I have the honor of wishing you a more improving subject of conversation, and--a very good afternoon," said John Stone, bowing and leaving the room.
He immediately called for his horse and rode home.
In crossing the thicket of woods between the river and the rising ground in front of Hurricane Hall, he overtook Capitola, who, as we have said, had been out alone with her gun and dog, and was now returning home with her game bag well laden.
Now, as John Stone looked at Capitola, with her reckless, free and joyous air, he thought she was just the sort of girl, unconsciously, to get herself and friends into trouble. And he thought it best to give her a hint to put an abrupt period to her acquaintance, if she had even he slightest, with the heir apparent of the Hidden House.
While still hesitating how to begin the conversation, he came up with the young girl, dismounted, and, leading his horse, walked by her side, asking carelessly:
"What have you bagged, Cap?"
"Some partridges! Oh, you should have been out with me and Sweetlips!
We"ve had such sport! But, anyhow, you shall enjoy your share of the spoils! Come home and you shall have some of these partridges broiled for supper, with currant sauce--a dish of my own invention for uncle"s sake, you know! He"s such a gourmand!"
"Thank you, yes--I am on my way home now. Hem--m! Capitola, I counsel you to cut the acquaintance of our neighbor, Craven Le Noir."
"I have already done so; but--what in the world is the matter that you should advise me thus?" inquired Capitola, fixing her eyes steadily upon the face of John Stone, who avoided her gaze as he answered:
"The man is not a proper a.s.sociate for a young woman."
"I know that, and have cut him accordingly; but, Cousin John, there is some reason for your words, that you have not expressed; and as they concern me, now I insist upon knowing what they are!"
"Tut! it is nothing!" said the other evasively.
"John Stone, I know better! And the more you look down and whip your boot the surer I am that there is something I ought to know, and I will know!"
"Well, you termagant! Have your way! He has been speaking lightly of you--that"s all! n.o.body minds him--his tongue is no scandal."
"John Stone--what has he said?" asked Capitola, drawing her breath hardly between her closed teeth.
"Oh, now, why should you ask? It is nothing--it is not proper that I should tell you," replied that gentleman, in embarra.s.sment.
""It is nothing," and yet "it is not proper that you should tell me!"
How do you make that out? John Stone, leave off lashing the harmless bushes and listen to me! I have to live in the same neighborhood with this man, after you have gone away, and I insist upon knowing the whole length and breadth of his baseness and malignity, that I may know how to judge and punish him!" said Capitola, with such grimness of resolution that Mr. Stone, provoked at her perversity, answered:
"Well, you wilful girl, listen!" And commencing, he mercilessly told her all that had pa.s.sed at the table.
To have seen our Cap then! Face, neck and bosom were flushed with the crimson tide of indignation!
"You are sure of what you tell me, Cousin John?"
"The man vouches for it!"
"He shall bite the dust!"
"What?"
"The slanderer shall bite the dust!"
Without more ado, down was thrown gun, game bag, powder flask and shot-horn, and, bounding from point to point over all the intervening s.p.a.ce, Capitola rushed into Hurricane Hall, and without an instant"s delay ran straight into the parlor, where her epicurean friend, the young Creole, lay slumbering upon the lounge.
With her face now livid with concentrated rage, and her eyes glittering with that suppressed light peculiar to intense pa.s.sion, she stood before him and said:
"Edwin! Craven Le Noir has defamed your cousin! Get up and challenge him!"
"What did you say, Cap?" said Mr. Percy, slightly yawning.
"Must I repeat it? Craven Le Noir has defamed my character--challenge him!"
"That would be against the law, coz; they would indict me sure!"
"You--you--you lie there and answer me in that way! Oh that I were a man!"
"Compose, yourself, sweet coz, and tell me what all this is about!
Yaw-ooo!--really I was asleep when you first spoke to me!"
"Asleep! Had you been dead and in your grave, the words that I spoke should have roused you like the trump of the archangel!" exclaimed Capitola, with the blood rushing back to her cheeks.
"Your entrance was sufficiently startling, coz, but tell me over again--what was the occasion?"
"That caitiff, Craven Le Noir, has slandered me! Oh, the villain! He is a base slanderer! Percy, get up this moment and challenge Le Noir! I cannot breathe freely until it is done!" exclaimed Capitola, impetuously.
"Cousin Cap, duelling is obsolete; scenes are pa.s.se; law settles everything; and here there is scarcely ground for action for libel. But be comforted, coz, for if this comes to Uncle Hurricane"s ears, he"ll make mince-meat of him in no time, It is all in his line; he"ll chaw him right up!"
"Percy, do you mean to say that you will not call out that man?" asked Capitola, drawing her breath hardly.
"Yes, coz."
"You won"t fight him?"
"No, coz."
"You won"t?"
"No."
"Edwin Percy, look me straight in the face!" said Cap, between her closed teeth.
"Well, I am looking you straight in the face--straight in the two blazing gray eyes, you little tempest in a teapot--what then?"
"Do I look as though I should be in earnest in what I am about to speak?"
"I should judge so."
"Then listen, and don"t take your eyes off mine until I am done speaking!"