"She never said nothing about it to _me_," he replied; "I expect she forgot."
"I can only say it was extremely careless of her," I said. "The fact is, I have my doubts whether that tiger is to be trusted."
"Well, you never can trust a tiger same as you can a lion," he replied, candidly, "so I won"t deceive you. But old Rajah ain"t so particular nasty--as tigers go."
"He may not be," I said, "but, in Miss de Castro"s interests, I must beg you to shift him into some other cage till this affair is over. I can"t allow her to run any unnecessary risk."
"I don"t say you"re wrong," he answered, "I wish I"d known before, I"d have asked the gov"nor."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "If them two got together, there"d be the doose"s delight."]
"Ask him now," I urged, "surely you can put the tiger back in the hospital cage for an hour or two."
"The Jaguar"s in there," he said; "he was a bit off colour, so we put him there this morning. And if them two got together, there"d be the doose"s delight!"
"Couldn"t you put him somewhere else, then?" I suggested.
"I _might_ ha" shunted him on to the Armadillo at a pinch," he said thoughtfully, "_he_ wouldn"t ha" taken any notice, but the gov"nor would have to be consulted first,--and he"s engaged in the ring.
Besides, it would take too much time to move old Rajah now--you must put up with him, that"s all. You"ll be right enough if you keep your head and stick close to me. I"ve taken care they"ve all had a good dinner. I say," he broke off suddenly, "you"re looking uncommon blue."
"I don"t _feel_ nervous," I said, "at least, not more nervous than a man _ought_ to feel who"s just about to be married. If you mean to suggest that I"m going to show the white feather----!"
"Not you," he said, "what would you _get_ by it, you know? After billing this affair all over the town, we can"t afford to disappoint the public, and if I saw you hanging back--why I"m blest if I wouldn"t carry you into the cage myself."
I retorted angrily that I would not put him to that inconvenience, that I was as cool as he was, and that I did not understand his remark that I was looking blue.
"Lord, what a touchy chap you are!" he cried; "I meant looking blue about the jaw, that"s all. If I was you, I"d have a clean shave. It"s enough to put any lady off if she sees you with a chin like the barrel of a musical-box."
Somehow I had omitted to shave myself as usual that morning, intending to get shaved later, but had forgotten to look for a hairdresser"s shop during my walk.
"You"ll find a razor in that drawer," he said, "if you don"t mind making shift with cold water, for there"s no one about to fetch you any hot. Now I must be off and get into my own togs. Make yourself at home, you know. I"ll give you another call later on."
[Ill.u.s.tration: I was forlornly mopping when Niono returned.]
Perhaps the razor was blunt, perhaps it was the cold water, anyhow I inflicted a gash on the extreme point of my chin which bled profusely.
I dabbed and sluiced, but nothing I could do seemed to check the flow; it went on, obstinate and irrepressible. I was still forlornly mopping when Niono returned in his braided jacket, tights and Hessian boots, whistling a tune.
"The bride"s just driven up," he announced, "looking like a picture--what pluck she"s got! I wish I was in your shoes! Ma"amsell"s taken her to her room. My word, though, you"ve given yourself a nasty cut; got any spider"s web about you? Stops it in no time."
As I do not happen to go about festooned in cobwebs, his suggestion was of little practical value, and so I intimated rather sharply.
"Well, don"t get in a fl.u.s.ter," he said, "we"re only a couple of turns off the Cage Act as it is; you slip into them spicy lavender trousers and that cla.s.sy frock-coat of yours as quick as you can, and I"ll try if I can"t borrow a bit of courtplaster off one of our ladies."
I had just put on a clean shirt when he was back again; "I could only get goldbeater"s skin," he remarked, "and precious little of that, so be careful with it. And the parson"s come, and would like to have a look at the licence."
I handed him the doc.u.ment, and tried to apply the goldbeater"s skin, which curled and shrivelled, and would stick to nothing but my fingers--and still the haemorrhage continued.
"It"s all over your shirt _now_!" said the lion-tamer, as if I was doing it on purpose. "I wouldn"t have had this happen for something.
Why, I"ve known "em get excited with the _smell_ of blood, let alone the sight of it."
"Do you mean the lions?" I inquired, with a faint sick sensation.
"Well, it was the _tiger_ my mind was running on more," was his gloomy reply.
My own mind began to run on the tiger too, and a most unpleasant form of mental exercise it was.
"After all," said Niono with an optimism that sounded a trifle forced, "there"s no saying. He _mayn"t_ spot it. _None_ of "em mayn"t."
"But what do you think yourself?" I could not help asking.
"I couldn"t give an opinion till we get inside," he answered, "but we"ll have the red hot irons handy in case he tries on any of his games. And if you can"t stop that chin of yours," he added, taking a wrapper from his own neck and tossing it to me, "you"d better hide it in this--they"ll only think you"ve got a sore throat or something. But do hurry up. I"m just going to see the old elephant put in the shafts, and then I"ll come back for you, so don"t dawdle."
Once more I was alone; I felt so chilly that I put on my old coat and waistcoat again, for I did not venture to touch my new suit until my chin left off bleeding, and it seemed inexhaustible, though the precious minutes were slipping by faster and faster.
The great building had grown suddenly silent; I could almost feel the air vibrating with the suppressed excitement of the vast unseen crowd which was waiting patiently for the lions, and Lurana--and me.
Soon I heard a voice--probably a menagerie a.s.sistant"s--in the pa.s.sage outside, and presently a shuffling tread approaching, and then I perceived towering above the wooden part.i.tion, a huge grey bulk, ridged and fissured like a mountain side, and touched where the light fell on it with a mouldy bloom--it was the elephant on his way to be attached to the lion-cage!
I stared helplessly up at his uncouth profile, with the k.n.o.bby forehead worn to a shiny black, and the sardonic little eye that met mine with a humorous intelligence, as though recommending me to haste to the wedding.
He plodded past, and I realised that I had no time to change now; my new wedding suit was a useless extravagance--I must go to the altar as I was. Niono would be back to fetch me in a moment. Lurana would never forgive me for keeping her waiting.
Hastily I wound the m.u.f.fler round my neck till my chin was hidden in its folds, and put on my hat. Could I have mislaid the spectacles? No, thank heaven, they were in the pocket of my great coat. I put them on, and my wedding toilet--such as it was--was complete.
Then I cast a hurried glance at myself in a tarnished mirror nailed against the matchboarding, and staggered back in dismay. I was not merely unrecognisable; I was--what is a thousand times worse--_ridiculous_!
[Ill.u.s.tration: My wedding toilette was complete.]
Yes, no bridegroom in the world could hope to make a creditable appearance with his nose only just showing above a worsted comforter and his eyes hidden behind a pair of smoked spectacles. It was enough to make any lion roar--the audience would receive me with howls!
I had been prepared--I was still prepared--for Lurana"s dear sake, to face the deadliest peril. But to do so with a total loss of dignity; to be irresistibly comic in the supreme crisis, to wrestle with wild beasts to the accompaniment of peals of Homeric laughter--would any lover in the world be capable of heroism such as that?
True, I might remove the spectacles--but in that case I could not trust my nerve; or I might take off the m.u.f.fler but then I could not trust the tiger. And in either case I should be courting not only my own destruction, but that of one whose life was far dearer to me than my own.
I asked myself solemnly whether I had the right to endanger her safety, simply from a selfish unwillingness to appear grotesque in her eyes and those of the audience. The answer was what every rightminded reader will have foreseen.
And, seeing that the probability was that Lurana would absolutely decline to go through the ceremony at all with the guy I now appeared (for had she not objected even to my a.s.suming a green shade, which was, comparatively, becoming), it was obvious that only one alternative remained, and that I took.
Cautiously opening the door of my cabin, I looked up and down the pa.s.sage. At one end I could just see the elephant surrounded by a crowd of grooms and helpers, who were presumably harnessing him to the cage and were too far away or too much engaged to notice me. At the other were a few deserted stalls and rifle-galleries, whose proprietors had all gone to swell the crowd of spectators who were waiting to see as much as they could of my wedding, and it began to seem likely that they would see very little indeed.
I was about to make for the nearest exit when I remembered that it would probably be guarded, so, a.s.suming as far as possible the air of an ordinary visitor, I slipped quietly up a broad flight of stairs, on each of which was a recommendation to try somebody"s "Pink Pills for Pale People," and gained the upper gallery without attracting attention.
I felt instinctively that my best chance of escaping detection was to mingle with the crowd, and besides, I was naturally curious to know how the affair would end, so, seeing a door and pigeon-hole with the placard "Balcony Seats, Sixpence," I went in, and was lucky enough to secure the only cane bottom chair left in the back row.
After removing my spectacles, I had a fairly good view of the ring below, with its brown tan enclosed by a white border cushioned along the top in faded crimson. The reserved stalls were all full, and beyond the barriers, the crowd swayed and surged in a dense black ma.s.s. n.o.body was inside the ring except a couple of nondescript grooms in scarlet liveries, who hung about with an air of growing embarra.s.sment. The orchestra opposite was reiterating "The Maiden"s Prayer" with a perseverance that at length got upon the nerves of the audience, which began to stamp suggestively.
"It"s a swindle," said a husky man, who was obviously inclined to scepticism, and also sherry, "a reg"lar take in! There won"t be n.o.body married in a lion"s cage--I"ve said so all along."