"I won"t have it, I tell you!" Cardigan was saying. "Ha, Fwashman, come here! Haw-haw. Now then, shake hands directly, I say, Captain Bernier, and let me hear that the affair is done and honour satisfied."
I spoke up. "It"s done for me, and indeed I"m sorry it ever happened. But the blow was Captain Bernier"s, not mine. But here"s my hand, again."
Bernier said, in a voice that shook: "Why did you delope? You have made a mock of me. Why didn"t you take your shot at me like a man?"
"My good sir," I said. "I didn"t presume to tell you where to aim your shot; don"t tell me where I should have aimed mine."
That remark, I am told, has found its way since into some dictionary of quotations; it was in The Times within the week, and I was told that when the Duke of Wellington heard it, he observed:
"d.a.m.ned good. And d.a.m.ned right, too." "
So that morning"s work made a name for Harry Flash-man - a name that enjoyed more immediate celebrity than if I had stormed a battery alone. Such is fame, especially in peacetime. The whole story went the rounds, and for a time I even found myself pointed out in the street, and a clergyman wrote to me from Birmingham, saying that as I had shown mercy, I would surely obtain mercy, and Parkin, the Oxford Street gunmaker, sent me a brace of barkers in silver mountings, with my initials engraved -good for trade, I imagine. There was also a question in the House, on the vicious practice of duelling, and Macaulay replied that since one of the partic.i.p.ants in the recent affair had shown such good sense and humanity, the Government, while deploring such meetings, hoped this might prove a good example. ("Hear, hear," and cheers.) My Uncle Bindley was heard to say that his nephew had more to him than he supposed, and even Ba.s.set went about throwing a chest at being servant to such a cool blade.
The only person who was critical was my own father, who said in one of his rare letters:
"Don"t be such an infernal fool another time. You don"t fight duels in order to delope, but to kill your adversary."
So, with Josette mine by right of conquest - and she was in some awe of me, I may say - and a reputation for courage, marksmanship, and downright decency established, I was pretty well satisfied. The only snag was Bryant, but I dealt with that easily.
When he had finished toadying me on the day of the duel, he got round to asking about his ten thousand - he knew I had great funds, or at least that my father did, but I knew perfectly well I could never have pried ten thousand out of my guv"nor. I told Bryant so, and he gaped as though I had kicked him in the stomach.
"But you promised me ten thousand," he began to bleat.
"Silly promise, ain"t it? - when you think hard about it," says I. "Ten thousand quid, I mean - who"d pay out that much?"
"You lying swine!" shouts he, almost crying with rage. "You swore you"d pay me!"
"More fool you for believing me," I said.
"Right, by G.o.d!" he snarled. "We"ll see about this! You won"t cheat me, Flashman, I"ll - "
"You"ll what?" says I. "Tell everyone all about it? Con-fess that you sent a man into a duel with an unloaded gun? It"ll make an interesting story. You"d be confessing to a capital offence - had you thought of that? Not that anyone"d believe you - but they"d certainly kick you out of the service for conduct unbecoming, wouldn"t they?"
He saw then how it lay, and there was nothing he could do about it. He actually stamped and tore his hair, and then he tried pleading with me, but I laughed at him, and he finished up swearing to be even yet.
"You"ll live to regret this!" he cried. "By G.o.d, I"ll get you yet!"
"More chance of that then you have of getting ten thousand anyway," I told him, and he slunk off.
He didn"t worry me; what I"d said was gospel true. He daren"t breathe a word, for his own safety"s sake. Of course if he had thought at all he would have sniffed some-thing fishy about a ten thousand bribe in the first place. But he was greedy, and I"ve lived long enough to discover that there isn"t any folly a man won"t contemplate if there"s money or a woman at stake.
However, if I could congratulate myself on how the matter had turned out, and can look back now and say it was one of the most important and helpful incidents of my life, there was trouble in store for me very quickly as a result of it. It came a few weeks afterwards, and it ended in my having to leave the regiment for a while.
It had happened not long before that the regiment had been honoured (as they say) by being chosen to escort to London the Queen"s husband-to-be, Albert, when he arrived in this country. He had become Colonel of the Regiment, and among other things we had been given a new-designed uniform and had our name changed to the Eleventh Hussars. That by the way; what mattered was that he took a close interest in us, and the tale of the duel made such a stir that he took special notice of it, and being a prying German busybody, found out the cause of it.
That almost cooked my goose for good. His lovely new regiment, he found, contained officers who consorted with French wh.o.r.es and even fought duels over them. He played the devil about this, and the upshot was that Cardigan had to summon me and tell me that for my own good I would have to go away for a while.
"It has been demanded," said he, "that you weave the wegiment -I take it the official intention is that that should be permanent, but I intend to interpwet it as tempowawy. I have no desire to lose the services of a pwomising officer - not for His Woyal Highness or anyone, let me tell you. You might go on weave, of course, but I think it best you should be detached. I shall have you posted, Fwashman, to another unit, until the fuss has died down."
I didn"t much like the idea, and when he announced that the regiment he had chosen to post me to was stationed in Scotland, I almost rebelled. But I realised it would only be for a few months, and I was relieved to find Cardigan still on my side - if it had been Reynolds who had fought the duel it would have been a very different kettle offish, but I was one of his favourites. And one must say it of old Lord Haw Haw, if you were his favourite he would stand by you, right, reason or none. Old fool.
I have soldiered in too many countries and known too many peoples to fall into the folly of laying down the law about any of them. I tell you what I have seen, and you may draw your own conclusions. I disliked Scotland and the Scots; the place I found wet and the people rude. They had the fine qualities which bore me - thrift and industry and long-faced holiness, and the young women are mostly great genteel boisterous things who are no doubt bedworthy enough if your taste runs that way. (One acquaintance of mine who had a Scotch clergyman"s daughter described it as like wrestling with a sergeant of dragoons.) The men I found solemn, hostile, and greedy, and they found me insolent, arrogant, and smart.
This for the most part; there were exceptions, as you shall see. The best things I found, however, were the port and the claret, in which the Scotch have a nice taste, although I never took to whisky.
The place I was posted to was Paisley, which is near Glasgow, and when I heard of the posting I as near as a toucher sold out. But I told myself I should be back with the 11th in a few months, and must take my medicine, even if it meant being away from all decent living for a. while. My forebodings were realised, and more, but at least life did not turn out to be boring, which was what I had feared most. Very far from it.
At this time there was a great unrest throughout Britain, in the industrial areas, which meant very little to me, and indeed I"ve never troubled to read up the particulars of it." The working people were in a state of agitation, and one heard of riots in the mill towns, and of weavers smashing looms, and Chartists(7) being arrested, but we younger fellows paid it no heed. If you were country-bred or lived in London these things were nothing to you, and all I gathered was that the poor folk were mutinous and wanted to do less work for more money, and the factory owners were d.a.m.ned if they"d let them. There may have been more to it than this, but I doubt it, and no one has ever convinced me that it was anything but a war between the two. It always has been, and always will be, as long as one man has what the other has not, and devil take the hindmost.
The devil seemed to be taking the workers, by and large, with government helping him, and we soldiers were the government"s sword. Troops were called out to subdue the agitators, and the Riot Act was read, and here and there would be clashes between the two, and a few killed. I am fairly neutral now, with my money in the bank, but at that time everyone I knew was d.a.m.ning the workers up and down, and saying they should be hung and flogged and transported, and I was all for it, as the Duke would say. You have no notion, today, how high feeling ran; the mill-folk were the enemy then, as though they had been Frenchmen or Afghans. They were to be put down when-ever they rose up, and we were to do it.
I was hazy enough, as you see, on the causes of k all, but I saw further than most in some ways, and what I saw was this: it"s one thing leading British soldiers against foreigners, but would they fight their own folk? For most of the troopers of the 11th, for example, were of the cla.s.s and kind of the working people, and I couldn"t see them fighting their fellows. I said so, but all I was told was that discipline would do the trick. Well, thought I, maybe it will and maybe it won"t, but whoever is going to be caught between a mob on one side and a file of red coats on the other, it isn"t going to be old Flashy.
Paisley had been quiet enough when I was sent there, but the authorities had a suspicious eye on the whole area, which was regarded as being a hotbed of sedition. They were training up the militia, just in case, and this was the task I was given - an officer from a crack cavalry regiment instructing irregular infantry, which is what you might expect. They turned out to be good material, luckily; many of the older ones were Peninsular men, and the sergeant had been in the 42nd Regiment at Waterloo. So there was little enough for me to do at first.
I was billeted on one of the princ.i.p.al mill-owners of the area, a bra.s.s-bound old moneybags with a long nose and a hard eye who lived in some style in a house at Renfrew, and who made me welcome after his fashion when I arrived.
"We"ve no high opeenion o" the military, sir," said he, "and could well be doing without ye. But since, thanks to slack government and that d.a.m.nable Reform nonsense, we"re in this sorry plight, we must bear with having soldiers aboot us. A scandal! D"ye see these wretches at my mill, sir? I would have the half of them in Australia this meenit, if it was left to me! And let the rest feel their bellies pinched for a week or two - we"d hear less of their caterwaulin" then."
"You need have no fear, sir," I told him. "We shall protect you."
"Fear?" he snorted. "I"m not feart, sir. John Morrison doesnae tremble at the whine o" his ain workers, let me tell you. As for protecting, we"ll see." And he gave me a look and a sniff.
I was to live with the family - he could hardly do less, in view of what brought me there - and presently he took me from his study through the gloomy hall of his mansion to the family"s sitting-room. The whole house was h.e.l.lish gloomy and cold and smelled of must and righteousness, but when he threw open the sitting-room door and ushered me in, I forgot my surroundings.
"Mr Flashman," says he, "this is Mistress Morrison and my four daughters." He rapped out their names like a roll-call. "Agnes, Mary, Elspeth, and Grizel."
I snapped my heels and bowed with a great flourish -I was in uniform, and the gold-trimmed blue cape and pink pants of the 11th Hussars were already famous, and looked extremely well on me. Four heads inclined in reply, and one nodded - this was Mistress Morrison, a tall, beaknosed female in whom one could detect all the fading beauty of a vulture. I made a hasty inventory of the daughters: Agnes, buxom and darkly handsome - she would do. Mary, buxom and plain - she would not. Grizel, thin and mousy and still a schoolgirl - no. Elspeth was like none of the others. She was beautiful, fair-haired, blue-eyed, and pink-cheeked, and she alone smiled at me with the open, simple smile of the truly stupid. I marked her down at once, and gave all my attention to Mistress Morrison.
It was grim work, I may tell you, for she was a sour tyrant of a woman and looked on me as she looked on all soldiers, Englishmen, and men under fifty years of age - as frivolous, G.o.dless, f.e.c.kless, and unworthy. In this, it seemed, her husband supported her, and the daughters said not a word to me all evening. I could have d.a.m.ned the lot of them (except Elspeth), but instead I set myself to be pleasant, modest, and even meek where the old woman was concerned, and when we went into dinner - which was served in great state - she had thawed to the extent of a sour smile or two.
Well, I thought, that is something, and I went up in her estimation by saying "Amen" loudly when Morrison said grace, and struck while the iron was hot by asking presently - it was Sat.u.r.day - what time divine service was next morning. Morrison went so far as to be civil once or twice, after this, but I was still glad to escape at last to my room - dark brown tomb though it was.
You may wonder why I took pains to ingratiate myself with these puritan boors, and the answer is that I have always made a point of being civil to anyone who might ever be of use to me. Also, I had half an eye to Miss Elspeth, and there was no hope there without the mother"s good opinion.
So I attended family prayers with them, and escorted them to church, and listened to Miss Agnes sing in the evening, and helped Miss Grizel with her lessons, and pretended an interest in Mistress Morrison"s conversation - which was spiteful and censorious and limited to the doings of her acquaintances in Paisley - and was entertained by Miss Mary on the subject of her garden flowers, and bore with old Morrison"s droning about the state of trade and the incompetence of government. And among these riotous pleasures of a soldier"s life I talked occasionally with Miss Elspeth, and found her brainless beyond description. But she was undeniably desirable, and for all the piety and fear of h.e.l.l-fire that had been drummed into her, I thought there was sometimes a wanton look about her eye and lower lip, and after a week I had her as infatuated with me as any young woman could be. It was not so difficult; dashing young cavalrymen with broad shoulders were rare in Paisley, and I was setting myself to charm.
However, there"s many a slip "twixt the crouch and the leap, as the cavalry used to say, and my difficulty was to get Miss Elspeth in the right place at the right time. I was kept pretty hard at it with the militia during the day, and in the evenings her parents chaperoned her like shadows. It was more for form"s sake than anything else, I think, for they seemed to trust me well enough by this time, but it made things d.a.m.nably awkward, and I was beginning to itch for her considerably. But eventually it was her father himself who brought matters to a successful conclusion -and changed my whole life, and hers. And it was because he, John Morrison, who had boasted of his fearlessness, turned out to be as timid as a mouse.
It was on a Monday, nine days after I had arrived, that a fracas broke out in one of the mills; a young worker had his arm crushed in one of the machines, and his mates made a great outcry, and a meeting of workmen was held in the streets beyond the mill gates. That was all, but some fool of a magistrate lost his head and demanded that the troops be called "to quell the seditious rioters". I sent his messenger about his business, in the first place because there seemed no danger from the meeting - although there was plenty of fist-shaking and threat-shouting, by all accounts - and in the second because I do not make a practice of seeking sorrow.
Sure enough, the meeting dispersed, but not before the magistrate had spread panic and alarm, ordering the shops to close and windows in the town to be shuttered and G.o.d knows what other folly. I told him to his face he was a fool, ordered my sergeant to let the militia go home (but to have them ready on recall), and trotted over to Renfrew.
There Morrison was in a state of despair. He peeped at me round the front door, his face ashen, and demanded:
"Are they comin", in Goad"s name?" and then "Why are ye not at the head of your troops, sir? Are we tae be murdered for your neglect?"
I told him, pretty sharp, that there was no danger, but that if there had been, his place was surely at his mill, to keep his rascals in order. He whinnied at me - I"ve seldom seen a man in such fright, and being a true-bred poltroon myself, I speak with authority.
"My place is here," he yelped, "defendin" my hame and bairns!"