While I ate he would say nothing at all of the business on hand; but talked only of France and what I had done there. He told me the King was very greatly pleased; and there were rewards if I wished them--or even a t.i.tle, though he was not sure of what kind, for I was a very young man.
"He vows you have done a thousand times more than the d.u.c.h.ess of Portsmouth in all her time. But I would recommend you to take nothing.
It will not be forgotten, you may be sure. If you took anything now, it would make you known, and ruin half your work. If you will take my advice, Mr. Mallock, you will tell the King, Bye and bye; and have a peerage when the time comes."
Now of course these thoughts had crossed my mind too: but it was more to hear them from a man like this. I nodded at him but said nothing, feigning that my mouth was full; for indeed I did not quite know what to say. I need not say that the thought of my Cousin Dorothy came to me again very forcibly. At least I should have shewn her what I could do.
When I was quite done, Mr. Chiffinch carried me back to the parlour; and there, having locked the door, he told me what was wanted of me.
When he had done, I looked at him in astonishment. "You are as sure as that?" I said.
"We are sure, beyond the very leastest doubt, that at last there is a plot to kill the King. There are rumours and rumours. Well, these are of the right kind. And we are convinced that my Lord Shaftesbury is behind it, and my Lord Ess.e.x, and Mr. Sidney; and who else we do not know. My men whom I sent to spy out how Monmouth was received in the country, tell me the same. But the trouble is that we have no proof at all; and cannot lay a finger on them. And there is only that way, that I told you of, to find it out."
"That I should mix with them--feign to be one of them!" said I.
The man threw out his hands.
"Mr. Mallock," he said, "I told the King you were too nice for it. He said on the contrary that he was sure you would do it; that it was not a matter of niceness, but of plot against counterplot."
"A pretty simile!" I said with some irony; for I confess I did not like the idea; though I was far from sure I would not do it in the end.
""If one army is besieging a castle or town," said he, "and mines beneath the ground after nightfall secretly, is it underhand action to do the same, and to countermine them?" But I said I was not sure what you would think of it. You see, Mr. Mallock, I scarcely know a single person who unites the qualities that you do. We must have a gentleman, or he would never be accepted by them; and he must be a shrewd man too.
Well, I will not say we have no shrewd gentlemen: but what shrewd gentlemen have we, think you, who are not perfectly known--and their politics?"
"The d.u.c.h.ess of Portsmouth knows me," said I, beginning to hesitate.
"But she does not know one word of this affair; nor will they tell her.
She is far too loyal for that."
"But she will have told others what I am."
"It is not likely, Mr. Mallock. We must take our chance of it. Truly I see no one for it but yourself. I would not have sent for you, if I had, for you were very useful in France. But the difficulty is, you see, that we can take no observable precautions. We have doubled the guards inside the palace at night; but we dare not in the day; for if that were known, they would suspect that we knew all, and would be on their guard. As it is, they have no idea that we know anything."
"How do they mean to do it?"
"That again we do not know. If they can find a fanatic--and there are plenty of the old Covenanting blood left--they might shoot His Majesty as he sits at supper. Or they may drag him out of his coach one day, as they did with Archbishop Sharpe. Or they might poison him. I have the cook always to taste the dishes before they come into Hall; but who can guard against so many avenues?"
I sat considering; but I was so weary that I knew I could decide nothing rightly. On the one side the thing appealed to me; for there was danger in it, and what does a young man love like that? And there was a great compliment in it for me--that I should be the one man they had for the affair. Yet it did not sound to me very like work for a gentleman--to feign to be a conspirator--to win confidence and then to betray it, in however a good cause.
What astonished me most however was the thought that the country-party had waxed as desperate as this. Certainly their tide was going down--as I had heard in France; but I did not know it was gone so low as this.
And that they who had lied and perjured themselves over the Oates falsehoods, and had used them, and had kept the people"s suspicions alive, and had professed such loyalty, and had been the cause of so much bloodshedding--that these men should now, upon their side, enter upon the very design that they had accused the Catholics of--this was very nearly enough to decide me.
"Well," said I, "you must give me twenty-four hours to determine in. I am drawn two ways. I do not know what to do."
"I can a.s.sure you," said the page eagerly, "that His Majesty would give you almost anything you asked for--if you did this, and were successful."
I pursed my lips up.
"Perhaps he would," I said. "But I do not know that I want very much."
"Then he would give you all the more."
I stood up to take my leave.
"Well, sir," I said, "I must go home again and to bed. I am tired out. I will be with you again to-morrow at the same time."
He rose to take me to the outer door.
"You will not want to go to Hare Street this time," he said, smiling.
"To Hare Street!" I said. "Why should I go there?"
"Well--the pretty cousin!" said he.
I set my teeth. I did not like Mr. Chiffinch"s familiarities.
"Well, then, why should I not go?" I asked.
"Why: she is here! Did you not know?"
"Here!--in London."
"Aye: in Whitehall. I saw her only yesterday."
"In Whitehall! What do you mean, Mr. Chiffinch?"
I suppose my face went white. I knew that my heart beat like a hammer.
"Why, what I say!" said he. "Why do you look like that, Mr. Mallock?"
"Tell me!" I cried. "Tell me this instant!"
"Why: she is Maid of Honour to Her Majesty. The d.u.c.h.ess of Portsmouth is protecting her."
"Where is she?"
"Why--"
"_Where is she?_"
"She is with the rest, I suppose.... Mr. Mallock! Mr. Mallock! Where are you going?"
But I was gone.
CHAPTER II