"I hope I may find favor in your heart, Lady Madge. I wish to greet you with my sincere homage."
"Sir John, I am glad to greet you, but I fear the pendulum of which Dorothy spoke will swing very far backward erelong."
"Let it swing as far back as it chooses," answered Dorothy, with a toss of her head, "I am ready to buy and to pay for happiness. That seems to be the only means whereby we may have it. I am ready to buy it with pain any day, and am willing to pay upon demand. Pain pa.s.ses away; joy lasts forever."
"I know," said Sir John, addressing Madge, "I know it is not prudent for Malcolm and me to be here to-day; but imprudent things seem to be the most delightful."
"For men, Sir John," returned Madge. "Upon women they leave their mark."
"I fear you are right," he answered. "I had not thought of my visit in that light. For Mistress Vernon"s sake it is better that I do not remain in Derby."
"For Mistress Vernon"s sake you shall remain," cried that impetuous young woman, clutching John"s arm.
After a time, Dorothy wishing to visit one of the shops to make purchases, it was agreed between us that we should all walk out. Neither Dorothy nor Madge had ever before visited Derby-town. John and I had visited the place but once; that was upon the occasion of our first meeting. No one in the town knew us, and we felt safe in venturing forth into the streets. So we helped Dorothy and Madge to don their furs, and out we went happier and more reckless than four people have any good right to be. But before setting out I went to the tap-room and ordered dinner.
I found the host and directed him to prepare a dozen partridges in a pie, a haunch of venison, a few links of German sausage, and a capon. The host informed me that he had in his pantry a barrel of roots called potatoes which had been sent to him by a sea-captain who had recently returned from the new world. He hurried away and brought a potato for inspection. It was of a gray brown color and near the size of an egg. The landlord a.s.sured me that it was delicious when baked, and I ordered four, at the cost of a crown each. I understand that my Lord Raleigh claims to have brought the first potatoes and tobacco into England in "85; but I know that I smoked tobacco in "66, and I saw potatoes at the Royal Arms in Derby-town in "67.
I also ordered another new dish for our famous dinner. It was a brown beverage called coffee. The berries from which the beverage is made mine host showed to me, and said they had been brought to him by a sea-faring man from Arabia. I ordered a pot of the drink at a cost of three crowns. I have heard it said that coffee was not known in Europe or in England till it was introduced by Rawolf in "73, but I saw it at the Royal Arms in "67.
In addition to this list, I ordered for our drinking sweet wine from Madeira and red wine from Burgundy. The latter-named wine had begun to grow in favor at the French court when I left France five years before. It was little liked in England. All these dainties were rare at the time of which I write; but they have since grown into considerable use, and I doubt not, as we progress in luxury, they will become common articles of food upon the tables of the rich. p.r.o.ngs, or forks, as they are called, which by some are used in cutting and eating one"s food at table, I also predict will become implements of daily use. It is really a filthy fashion, which we have, of handling food with our fingers. The Italians have used forks for some time, but our preachers speak against them, saying G.o.d has given us our fingers with which to eat, and that it is impious to thwart his purposes by the use of forks. The preachers will probably r.e.t.a.r.d the general use of forks among the common people.
After I had given my order for dinner we started out on our ramble through Derby-town.
Shortly after we left the inn we divided into couples for the ostensible reason that we did not wish to attract too much attention--Dorothy and John, Madge and I! Our real reason for separating was--but you understand.
Madge"s hand lay like a span of snow upon my arm, and--but this time I will restrain my tendency to rhapsodize.
We walked out through those parts of the town which were little used, and Madge talked freely and happily.
She fairly babbled, and to me her voice was like the murmurings of the rivers that flowed out of paradise.
We had agreed with John and Dorothy to meet them at the Royal Arms in one hour, and that time had almost pa.s.sed when Madge and I turned our faces toward the inn.
When we were within a short distance of our hostelry we saw a crowd gathered around a young man who was standing on a box. He was speaking in a mournful, lugubrious voice and accompanied his words with violent gesticulations. Out of curiosity we stopped to listen, and learned that religion was our orator"s theme.
I turned to a man standing near me and asked:--
"Who is the fellow speaking?"
"The pious man is Robert Brown. He is exhorting in the name of the Lord of Hosts."
"The pious Robert Brown?" I queried, "exhorting in the name of--of the Lord of where, did you say?"
"Hosts," laconically responded my friend, while listening intently to the words of Brown.
"Hosts, say you? Who is he?" I asked of my interesting neighbor. "I know him not."
"Doubtless you know Him not," responded the man, evidently annoyed at my interruption and my flippancy.
After a moment or two I, desiring to know more concerning the orator, asked:--
"Robert Brown, say you?"
"Even he," came the response. "It will be good for your soul if you but listen to him in a prayerful mood. He is a young man upon whom the Spirit hath descended plenteously."
"The Spirit?" I asked.
"Ay," returned my neighbor.
I could not extract another word from him, so I had the worst of the encounter.
We had been standing there but a short time when the young exhorter descended from his improvised pulpit and pa.s.sed among the crowd for the purpose of collecting money. His harangue had appeared ridiculous to me, but Madge seemed interested in his discourse. She said:--
"He is very earnest, Malcolm," and at once my heart went out to the young enthusiast upon the box. One kind word from Madge, and I was the fellow"s friend for life. I would have remained his friend had he permitted me that high privilege. But that he would not do. When he came to me, I dropped into his hat a small silver piece which shone brightly among a few black copper coins. My liberal contribution did not induce him to kindness, but, on the contrary, it attracted his attention to the giver. He looked at the silver coin, and then turning his solemn gaze upon me, eyed me insolently from head to foot. While doing so a look of profound disgust spread over his mournful countenance. After a calm survey of my person, which to me was uncomfortably long, he turned to the bystanders, and in the same high-pitched, lugubrious voice which he had used when exhorting, said:--
"Brethren, here behold ye the type of anti-Christ," and he waved his thin hand toward me much to my amus.e.m.e.nt and annoyance. "Here," said he, "we find the leading strings to all that is iniquitous--vanity. It is betokened in his velvets, satins, and laces. Think ye, young man," he said, turning to me, "that such vanities are not an abomination in the eyes of the G.o.d of Israel?"
"I believe that the G.o.d of Israel cares nothing about my apparel," I replied, more amused than angered. He paid no attention to my remark.
"And this young woman," he continued, pointing to Madge, "this young woman, daughter of the Roman harlot, no doubt, she also is arrayed in silks, taffetas, and fine cloth. Look ye, friends, upon this abominable collar of Satan; this ruff of fine linen, all smeared in the devil"s own liquor, starch. Her vanity is an offence in the nostrils of G.o.d"s people."
As he spoke he stretched forth his hand and caught in his clawlike grasp the dainty white ruff that encircled Madge"s neck. When I saw his act, my first impulse was to run him through, and I drew my sword half from its scabbard with that purpose. But he was not the sort of a man upon whom I could use my blade. He was hardly more than a boy--a wild, half-crazed fanatic, whose reason, if he had ever possessed any, had been lost in the Charybdis of his zeal. He honestly thought it was his duty to insult persons who apparently disagreed with him. Such a method of proselyting is really a powerful means of persuasion among certain cla.s.ses, and it has always been used by men who have successfully founded permanent religious sects. To plant successfully a religious thought or system requires more violent aggression than to conquer a nation.
Since I could not run the fellow through, I drew back my arm, and striking as lightly as possible, I laid our zealous friend sprawling on his back.
Thus had I the honor of knocking down the founder of the Brownists.
If I mistake not, the time will come, if these men are allowed to harangue the populace, when the kings of England will be unable to accomplish the feat of knocking down Brown"s followers. Heresies, like noxious weeds, grow without cultivation, and thrive best on barren soil. Or shall I say that, like the goodly vine, they bear better fruit when pruned? I cannot fully decide this question for myself; but I admire these st.u.r.dy fanatics who so pa.s.sionately love their own faith, and so bitterly hate all others, and I am almost prepared to say that each new heresy brings to the world a better orthodoxy.
For a little time after my encounter with Brown, all my skill was needed to ward off the frantic hero. He quickly rose to his feet, and, with the help of his friends, seemed determined to spread the gospel by tearing me to pieces. My sword point kept the rabble at a respectful distance for a while, but they crowded closely upon me, and I should have been compelled to kill some of them had I not been reenforced by two men who came to my help and laid about them most joyfully with their quarterstaffs. A few broken heads stemmed for a moment the torrent of religious enthusiasm, and during a pause in the hostilities I hurriedly retreated with Madge, ungratefully leaving my valiant allies to reap the full reward of victory should the fortunes of war favor them.
Madge was terribly frightened, and with her by my side I, of course, would not have remained to fight the redoubtable Bayard himself.
We hurried forward, but before we reached the inn we were overtaken by our allies whom we had abandoned. Our friends were young men. One wore a rich, half-rustic habit, and the other was dressed as a horse boy. Both were intoxicated. I had been thankful for their help; but I did not want their company.
"How now, Cousin Madge?" said our richly dressed ally. "What in the devil"s name has brought you into this street broil?"
"Ah, Cousin James, is it you?" replied the trembling girl.
"Yes, but who is your friend that so cleverly unloaded his quarrel upon us? h.e.l.l"s fires! but they were like a swarm of wasps. Who is your friend, Madge?"
"Sir Malcolm Vernon," replied Madge. "Let me present you, Sir Malcolm, to my cousin, Lord James Stanley."
I offered my hand to his Lordship, and said:--
"I thank you much for your timely help. I should not have deserted you had I not felt that my first duty was to extricate Lady Madge from the disagreeable situation. We must hasten away from here, or the mad rabble will follow us."
"Right you are, my hearty," returned Stanley, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Of course you had to get the wench away. Where do you go? We will bear you company."
I longed to pay the fellow for his help by knocking him down; but the possibilities of trouble ahead of us were already too great, and I forced myself to be content with the prowess already achieved.