He had me in a cleft stick, as I saw at once. It would mean professional ruin - and at the hands of a d.a.m.ned provincial infantryman, and a retired one at that. I stood there, overcome with rage and panic, d.a.m.ning the day I ever set eyes on his infernal niece, with my wits working for a way out. I tried another tack.
"You may not realise who you"re dealing with," I told him, and asked if he had not heard of the Bernier affair: it seemed to me that it must be known about, even in the wilds of Glasgow, and I said so.
"I think I recollect a paragraph," says he. "Dear me, Mr Flashman, should I be overcome? Should I quail? I"ll just have to hold my pistol steady, won"t I?"
"d.a.m.n you," I shouted, "wait a moment."
He stood attentive, watching me.
"All right, blast you," I said. "How much do you want?"
"I thought it might come to that," he said. "Your kind of rat generally reaches for its purse when cornered. You"re wasting time, Flashman. I"ll take your promise to marry Elspeth - or your life. I"d prefer the latter. But it"s one or the other. Make up your mind."
And from that I could not budge him. I pleaded and swore and promised any kind of reparation short of marriage; I was almost in tears, but I might as well have tried to move a rock. Marry or die - that was what it amounted to, for I"d no doubt he would be d.a.m.nably efficient with the barkers. There was nothing for it: in the end I had to give in and say I would marry the girl. "You"re sure you wouldn"t rather fight?" says he, regretfully. "A great pity. I fear the conventions are going to burden Elspeth with a rotten man, but there." And he pa.s.sed on to discussion of the wedding arrangements - he had it all pat.
When at last I was rid of him I applied myself to the brandy, and things seemed less bleak. At least I could think of no one I would rather be wedded and bedded with, and if you have money a wife need be no great enc.u.mbrance. And presently we should be out of Scotland, so I need not see her d.a.m.nable family. But it was an infernal nuisance, all the same - what was I to tell my father? I couldn"t for the life of me think how he would take it - he wouldn"t cut me off, but he might be d.a.m.ned uncivil about it.
I didn"t write to him until after the business was over. It took place in the Abbey at Paisley, which was appropriately gloomy, and the sight of the pious long faces of my bride"s relations would have turned your stomach. The Morrisons had begun speaking to me again, and were very civil in public - it was represented as being a sudden love-match, of course, between the dashing hussar and the beautiful provincial, so they had to pretend I was their beau ideal of a son-in-law. But the brute Abercrombie was never far away, to see I came up to scratch, and all in all it was an unpleasant business.
When it was done, and the guests had begun to drink themselves blind, as is the Scottish custom, Elspeth and I were seen off in a carriage by her parents. Old Morrison was crying drunk, and made a disgusting spectacle.
"My wee lamb!" he kept snuffling. "My bonny wee lamb!"
His wee lamb, I may say, looked entrancing, and no more moved than if she had just been out choosing a pair of gloves, rather than getting a husband - she had taken the whole thing without a murmur, neither happy nor sorry, apparently, which piqued me a little.
Anyway, her father s...o...b..red over her, but when he turned to me he just let out a great hollow groan, and gave place to his wife. At that I whipped up the horses, and away we went.
For the life of me I cannot remember where the honey-moon was spent - at some rented cottage on the coast, I remember, but the name has gone - and it was lively enough. Elspeth knew nothing, but it seemed that the only thing that brought her out of her usual serene lethargy was a man in bed with her. She was a more than willing play-mate, and I taught her a few of Josette"s tricks, which she picked up so readily that by the time we came back to Paisley I was worn out.
And there the shock was waiting: it hit me harder, I think, than anything had in my life. When I opened the letter and read it, I couldn"t speak at first; I had to read it again and again before it made sense.
"Lord Cardigan [it read] has learned of the marriage contracted lately by Mr Flashman of this regiment, and Miss Morrison, of Glasgow. In view of this marriage, his lordship feels that Mr Flashman will not wish to continue to serve with the 11th Hussars (Prince Albert"s), but that he will wish either to resign or to transfer to another regiment."
That was all. It was signed "Jones" - Cardigan"s toady.
What I said I don"t recall, but it brought Elspeth to my side. She slid her arms round my waist and asked what was the matter.
"All h.e.l.l"s the matter," I said. "I must go to London at once."
At this she raised a cry of delight, and babbled with excitement about seeing the great sights, and society, and having a place in town, and meeting my father - G.o.d help us - and a great deal more drivel. I was too sick to heed her, and she never seemed to notice me as I sat down among the boxes and trunks that had been brought in from the coach to our bedroom. I remember I d.a.m.ned her at one point for a fool and told her to hold her tongue, which silenced her for a minute; but then she started off again, and was debating whether she should have a French maid or an English one.
I was in a furious rage all the way south, and impatient to get to Cardigan. I knew what it was all about - the b.l.o.o.d.y fool had read of the marriage and decided that Elspeth was not "suitable" for one of his officers. It will sound ridiculous to you, perhaps, but it was so in those days in a regiment like the 11th. Society daughters were all very well, but anything that smacked of trade or the middle cla.s.ses was anathema to his lofty lord-ship. Well, I was not going to have his nose turned up at me, as he would find. So I thought, in my youthful folly.
I took Elspeth home first. I had written to my father while we were on honeymoon, and had had a letter back saying: "Who is the unfortunate chit, for G.o.d"s sake? Does she know what she has got?" So all was well enough in its way on that front. And when we arrived there who should be the first person we met in the hall but Judy, dressed for riding. She gave me a tongue-in-the-cheek smile as soon as she saw Elspeth - the clever b.i.t.c.h probably guessed what lay behind the marriage - but I got some of my own back by my introduction.
"Elspeth," I said, "this is Judy, my father"s tart."
That brought the colour into her face, and I left them to get acquainted while I looked for the guv"nor. He was out, as usual, so I went straight off in search of Cardigan, and found him at his town house. At first he wouldn"t see me, when I sent up my card, but I pushed his footman out of the way and went up anyway.
It should have been a stormy interview, with high words flying, but it wasn"t. Just the sight of him, in his morning coat, looking as though he had just been inspecting G.o.d on parade, took the wind out of me. When he had demanded to know, in his coldest way, why I intruded on him, I stuttered out my question: why was he sending me out of the regiment?
"Because of your marriage, Fwashman," says he. "You must have known very well what the consequences would be. It is quite unacceptable, you know. The lady, I have no doubt, is an excellent young woman, but she is - n.o.body. In these circ.u.mstances your resignation is imperative."
"But she is respectable, my lord," I said. "I a.s.sure you she is from an excellent family; her father-"
"Owns a factory," he cut in. "Haw-haw. It will not do. My dear sir, did you not think of your position? Of the wegiment? Could I answer, sir, if I were asked: "And who is Mr Fwashman"s wife?" "Oh, her father is a Gwasgow weaver, don"t you know?""
"But it will ruin me!" I could have wept at the pure, blockheaded sn.o.bbery of the man. "Where can I go? What regiment will take me if I"m kicked out of the 11th?"
"You are not being kicked out, Fwashman," he said, and was being positively kindly. "You are wesigning. A very different thing. Haw-haw. You are twansferring. There is no difficulty. I wike you, Fwashman; indeed, I had hopes of you, but you have destwoyed them with your foolishness. Indeed, I should be extwemely angwy. But I shall help in your aww.a.n.gements: I have infwuence at the Horse Guards, you know."
"Where am I to go?" I demanded miserably.
"I have given thought to it, let me tell you. It would be impwoper to twansfer to another wegiment at home; it will be best if you go overseas, I think. To India. Yes-"
"India?" I stared at him in horror.
"Yes, indeed. There are caweers to be made there, don"t you know? A few years" service there, and the matter of your wesigning fwom my wegiment will be forgotten. You can come home and be gazetted to some other command."
He was so bland, so sure, that there was nothing to say. I knew what he thought of me now: I had shown myself in his eyes no better than the Indian officers whom he despised. Oh, he was being kind enough, in his way; there were "caweers" in India, all right, for the soldier who could get nothing better - and who survived the fevers and the heat and the plague and the hostile natives. At that moment I was at my lowest; the pale, haughty face and the soft voice seemed to fade away before me; all I was conscious of was a sullen anger, and a deep resolve that wherever I went, it would not be India - not for a thousand Cardigans.
"So you won"t, hey?" said my father, when I told him.
"I"m d.a.m.ned if I do," I said.
"You"re d.a.m.ned if you don"t," chuckled he, very amused. "What else will you do, d"you suppose?"
"Sell out," says I.
"Not a bit of it," says he. "I"ve bought your colours, and by G.o.d, you"ll wear "em."
"You can"t make me."
"True enough. But the day you hand them back, on that day the devil a penny you"ll get out of me. How will you live, eh? And with a wife to support, bigad? No, no, Harry, you"ve called the tune, and you can pay the piper."
"You mean I"m to go?"
"Of course you"ll go. Look you, my son, and possibly my heir, I"ll tell you how it is. You"re a wastrel and a bad lot - oh, I daresay it"s my fault, among others, but that"s by the way. My father was a bad lot, too, but I grew up some kind of man. You might, too, for all I know. But I"m certain sure you won"t do it here. You might do it by reaping the consequences of your own lunacy - and that means India. D"you follow me?"
"But Elspeth," I said. "You know it"s no country for a woman."
"Then don"t take her. Not for the first year, in any event, until you"ve settled down a bit. Nice chit, she is. And don"t make piteous eyes at me, sir; you can do without her a while - by all accounts there are women in India, and you can be as beastly as you please."
"It"s not fair!" I shouted.
"Not fair! Well, well, this is one lesson you"re learning. Nothing"s fair, you young fool. And don"t blubber about not wanting to go and leave her - she"ll be safe enough here."
"With you and Judy, I suppose?"