"It "s young Jocelyn egging him on," said the chairman.
"Um!" added Drummond: "it"s the friend of that talkative rascal that "s dangerous, if it comes to anything."
Mr. Raikes perceived that his host desired him to conclude. So, lifting his voice and swinging his arm, he ended: "Allow me to propose to you the Fly in Amber. In other words, our excellent host embalmed in brilliant ale! Drink him! and so let him live in our memories for ever!"
He sat down very well contented with himself, very little comprehended, and applauded loudly.
"The Flyin" Number!" echoed Farmer Broadmead, confidently and with clamour; adding to a friend, when both had drunk the toast to the dregs, "But what number that be, or how many "tis of "em, dishes me! But that "s ne"ther here nor there."
The chairman and host of the evening stood up to reply, welcomed by thunders--"There ye be, Mr. Tom! glad I lives to see ye!" and "No names!" and "Long life to him!"
This having subsided, the chairman spoke, first nodding. "You don"t want many words, and if you do, you won"t get "em from me."
Cries of "Got something better!" took up the blunt address.
"You"ve been true to it, most of you. I like men not to forget a custom."
"Good reason so to be," and "A jolly good custom," replied to both sentences.
"As to the beef, I hope you didn"t find it tough: as to the ale--I know all about THAT!"
"Aha! good!" rang the verdict.
"All I can say is, that this day next year it will be on the table, and I hope that every one of you will meet Tom--will meet me here punctually. I"m not a Parliament man, so that "ll do."
The chairman"s breach of his own rules drowned the termination of his speech in an uproar.
Re-seating himself, he lifted his gla.s.s, and proposed: "The Antediluvians!"
Farmer Broadmead echoed: "The Antediloovians!" appending, as a private sentiment, "And dam rum chaps they were!"
The Antediluvians, undoubtedly the toast of the evening, were enthusiastically drunk, and in an ale of treble brew.
When they had quite gone down, Mr. Raikes ventured to ask for the reason of their receiving such honour from a posterity they had so little to do with. He put the question mildly, but was impetuously snapped at by the chairman.
"You respect men for their luck, sir, don"t you? Don"t be a hypocrite, and say you don"t--you do. Very well: so do I. That"s why I drink "The Antediluvians"!"
"Our worthy host here" (Drummond, gravely smiling, undertook to elucidate the case) "has a theory that the const.i.tutions of the Postdiluvians have been deranged, and their lives shortened, by the miasmas of the Deluge. I believe he carries it so far as to say that Noah, in the light of a progenitor, is inferior to Adam, owing to the shaking he had to endure in the ark, and which he conceives to have damaged the patriarch and the nervous systems of his sons. It"s a theory, you know."
"They lived close on a thousand years, hale, hearty--and no water!" said the chairman.
"Well!" exclaimed one, some way down the table, a young farmer, red as a c.o.c.k"s comb: "no fools they, eh, master? Where there"s ale, would you drink water, my hearty?" and back he leaned to enjoy the tribute to his wit; a wit not remarkable, but nevertheless sufficient in the noise it created to excite the envy of Mr. Raikes, who, inveterately silly when not engaged in a contest, now began to play on the names of the sons of Noah.
The chairman lanced a keen light at him from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
Before long he had again to call two parties to order. To Raikes, Laxley was a puppy: to Laxley, Mr. Raikes was a sn.o.b. The antagonism was natural: ale did but put the match to the magazine. But previous to an explosion, Laxley, who had observed Evan"s disgust at Jack"s exhibition of himself, and had been led to think, by his conduct and clothes in conjunction, that Evan was his own equal; a gentleman condescending to the society of a low-born acquaintance;--had sought with sundry propitiations, intelligent glances, light shrugs, and such like, to divide Evan from Jack. He did this, doubtless, because he partly sympathized with Evan, and to a.s.sure him that he took a separate view of him. Probably Evan was already offended, or he held to Jack, as a comrade should, or else it was that Tailordom and the pride of his accepted humiliation bellowed in his ears, every fresh minute: "Nothing a.s.sume!" I incline to think that the more ale he drank the fiercer rebel he grew against conventional ideas of rank, and those cla.s.s-barriers which we scorn so vehemently when we find ourselves kicking at them.
Whatsoever the reason that prompted him, he did not respond to Laxley"s advances; and Laxley, disregarding him, dealt with Raikes alone.
In a tone plainly directed at him, he said: "Well, Harry, tired of this?
The agriculturals are good fun, but I can"t stand much of the small c.o.c.kney. A blackguard who tries to make jokes out of the Scriptures ought to be kicked!"
Harry rejoined, with wet lips: "Wopping stuff, this ale! Who"s that you want to kick?"
"Somebody who objects to his bray, I suppose," Mr. Raikes struck in, across the table, negligently thrusting out his elbow to support his head.
"Did you allude to me, sir?" Laxley inquired.
"I alluded to a donkey, sir." Raikes lifted his eyelids to the same level as Laxley"s: "a pa.s.sing remark on that interesting animal."
His friend Harry now came into the ring to try a fall.
"Are you an usher in a school?" he asked, meaning by his looks what men of science in fisticuffs call business.
Mr. Raikes started in amazement. He recovered as quickly.
"No, sir, not quite; but I have no doubt I should be able to instruct you upon a point or two."
"Good manners, for instance?" remarked the third young cricketer, without disturbing his habitual smile.
"Or what comes from not observing them," said Evan, unwilling to have Jack over-matched.
"Perhaps you"ll give me a lesson now?" Harry indicated a readiness to rise for either of them.
At this juncture the chairman interposed.
"Harmony, my lads!--harmony to-night."
Farmer Broadmead, imagining it to be the signal for a song, returned:
"All right, Mr.--- Mr. Chair! but we an"t got pipes in yet. Pipes before harmony, you know, to-night."
The pipes were summoned forthwith. System appeared to regulate the proceedings of this particular night at the Green Dragon. The pipes charged, and those of the guests who smoked, well fixed behind them, celestial Harmony was invoked through the slowly curling clouds. In Britain the G.o.ddess is coy. She demands pressure to appear, and great gulps of ale. Vastly does she swell the chests of her island children, but with the modesty of a maid at the commencement. Precedence again disturbed the minds of the company. At last the red-faced young farmer led off with "The Rose and the Thorn." In that day Chloe still lived; nor were the amorous transports of Strephon quenched. Mountainous inflation--mouse-like issue characterized the young farmer"s first verse. Encouraged by manifest approbation he now told Chloe that he "by Heaven! never would plant in that bosom a thorn," with such a volume of sound as did indeed show how a lover"s oath should be uttered in the ear of a British damsel to subdue her.
"Good!" cried Mr. Raikes, anxious to be convivial.
Subsiding into impertinence, he asked Laxley, "Could you tip us a Strephonade, sir? Rejoiced to listen to you, I"m sure! Promise you my applause beforehand."
Harry replied hotly: "Will you step out of the room with me a minute?"
"Have you a confession to make?" quoth Jack, unmoved. "Have you planted a thorn in the feminine flower-garden? Make a clean breast of it at the table. Confess openly and be absolved."
While Evan spoke a word of angry reproof to Raikes, Harry had to be restrained by his two friends. The rest of the company looked on with curiosity; the mouth of the chairman was bunched. Drummond had his eyes on Evan, who was gazing steadily at the three. Suddenly "The fellow isn"t a gentleman!" struck the attention of Mr. Raikes with alarming force.
Raikes--and it may be because he knew he could do more than Evan in this respect--vociferated: "I"m the son of a gentleman!"
Drummond, from the head of the table, saw that a diversion was imperative. He leaned forward, and with a look of great interest said:
"Are you? Pray, never disgrace your origin, then."