first floors. He could have told the magistrates so, in part apology for the circ.u.mstances dragging him the other day, so recently, before his Worship; and he might have told it, if he had not remembered Captain Dartrey Fenellan"s words about treating women chivalrously which was interpreted by Skepsey as correcting them, when called upon to do it, but never exposing them only, if allowed to account for the circ.u.mstances pushing us into the newspapers, we should not present so guilty a look before the public.
Furthermore, as to how far it is the duty of a man to serve his master, there is likewise question: whether is he, while receiving reproof and punishment for excess of zeal in the service of his master, not to mention the welfare of the country, morally--without establishing it as a principle--exonerated? Miss Graves might be asked save that one would not voluntarily trouble a lady on such subjects. But supposing, says the opposing counsel, now at work in Skepsey"s conscience, supposing this act, for which, contraveneing the law of the land, you are reproved and punished, to be agreeable to you, how then? We answer, supposing it--and we take uncomplainingly the magistrate"s reproof and punishment--morally justified can it be expected of us to have the sense of guilt, although we wear and know we wear a guilty look before the public?
His master and the dear ladies would hear of it; perhaps they knew of it now; with them would rest the settlement of the distressing inquiry. The ladies would be shocked ladies cannot bear any semblance of roughness, not even with the gloves:--and knowing, as they must, that our practise of the manly art is for their protection.
Skepsey"s grievous prospect of the hour to come under judgement of a s.e.x that was ever a riddle unread, clouded him on the approach to Dreux. He studied the country and the people eagerly; he forbore to conduct great military operations. Mr. Durance had spoken of big battles round about the town of Dreux; also of a wonderful Mausoleum there, not equally interesting. The little man was in deeper gloom than a day sobering on crimson dusk when the train stopped and his quick ear caught the sound of the station, as p.r.o.nounced by his friend at Rouen.
He handed his card to the station-master. A glance, and the latter signalled to a porter, saying: "Paradis"; and the porter laid hold of Skepsey"s bag. Skepsey"s grasp was firm; he pulled, the porter pulled.
Skepsey heard explanatory speech accompanying a wrench. He wrenched back with vigour, and in his own tongue exclaimed, that he held to the bag because his master"s letters were in the bag, all the way from England.
For a minute, there was a downright trial of muscle and will: the porter appeared furiously excited, Skepsey had a look of cooled steel. Then the Frenchman, requiring to shrug, gave way to the Englishman"s eccentric obstinacy, and signified that he was his guide. Quite so, and Skepsey showed alacrity and confidence in following; he carried his bag. But with the remembrance of the kindly serviceable man at Rouen, he sought to convey to the porter, that the terms of their a.s.sociation were cordial. A waving of the right hand to the heavens ratified the treaty on the French side. Nods and smiles and gesticulations, with across-Channel vocables, as it were Dover cliffs to Calais sands and back, pleasantly beguiled the way down to the Hotel du Paradis, under the Mausoleum heights, where Skepsey fumbled at his pocket for coin current; but the Frenchman, all shaken by a tornado of negation, clapped him on the shoulder, and sang him a quatrain. Skepsey had in politeness to stand listening, and blinking, plunged in the contrition of ignorance, eclipsed. He took it to signify something to the effect, that money should not pa.s.s between friends. It was the amatory farewell address of Henri IV. to his Charmante Gabrielle; and with
"Perce de mille lords, L"honneur m"appelle Au champ de Mars,"
the Frenchman, in a backing of measured steps, apologized for his enforced withdrawal from the stranger who had captured his heart.
Skepsey"s card was taken in the pa.s.sage of the hotel. A clean-capped maid, brave on the legs, like all he had seen of these people, preceded him at quick march to an upper chamber. When he descended, bag in hand, she flung open the salon-door of a table d"hote, where a goodly number were dining and chattering; waiters drew him along to the section occupied by his master"s party. A chair had been kept vacant for him; his master waved a hand, his dear ladies graciously smiled; he struck the bag in front of a guardian foot, growing happy. He could fancy they had not seen the English newspapers. And his next observation of the table showed him wrecked and lost: Miss Nesta"s face was the oval of a woeful O at his wild behaviour in England during their absence. She smiled. Skepsey had nevertheless to consume his food--excellent, very tasty soup-with the sour sauce of the thought that he must be tongue-tied in his defence for the time of the dinner.
"No, dear Skips, please! you are to enjoy yourself," said Nesta.
He answered confusedly, trying to a.s.sure her that he was doing so, and he choked.
His master had fixed his arrival for twenty minutes earlier. Skepsey spoke through a cough of long delays at stations. The Rev. Septimus Barmby, officially peacemaker, sounded the consequent excuse for a belated comer. It was final; such is the power of sound. Looks were cast from the French section of the table at the owner of the prodigious organ. Some of the younger men, intent on the charms of Albion"s daughters, expressed in a sign and a word or two alarm at what might be beneath the flooring: and "Pas encore Lui!" and "Son avant-courrier!"
and other flies of speech pa.s.sed on a whiff, under politest of cover, not to give offence. But prodigies, claim attention.
Our English, at the close of the dinner, consented to say it was good, without specifying a dish, because a selection of this or that would have seemed to italicize, and commit, them, in the presence of ladies, to a notice of the matter of-course, beneath us, or the confession of a low sensual enjoyment; until Lady Grace Halley named the particular dressing of a tete de veau approvingly to Victor; and he stating, that he had offered a suggestion for the menu of the day, Nataly exclaimed, that she had suspected it: upon which Mr. Sowerby praised the menu, Mr. Barmby, Peridon and Catkin named other dishes, there was the right after-dinner ring in Victor"s ears, thanks to the woman of the world who had travelled round to nature and led the shackled men to deliver themselves heartily. One tap, and they are free. That is, in the moments after dinner, when nature is at the gates with them. Only, it must be a lady and a prevailing lady to give the tap. They need (our English) and will for the ages of the process of their transformation need a queen.
Skepsey, bag in hand, obeyed the motion of his master"s head and followed him.
He was presently back, to remain with the ladies during his master"s perusal of letters. Nataly had decreed that he was not to be troubled; so Nesta and mademoiselle besought him for a recital of his French adventures; and strange to say, he had nothing to tell. The journey, pregnant at the start, exciting in the course of it, was absolutely blank at the termination. French people had been very kind; he could not say more. But there was more; there was a remarkable fulness, if only he could subordinate it to narrative. The little man did not know, that time was wanted for imagination to make the roadway or riverway of a true story, unless we press to invent; his mind had been too busy on the way for him to clothe in speech his impressions of the pa.s.sage of incidents at the call for them. Things had happened, numbers of interesting minor things, but they all slipped as water through the fingers; and he being of the band of honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction, drearily he sat before the ladies, confessing to an emptiness he was far from feeling.
Nesta professed excessive disappointment. "Now, if it had been in England, Skips!" she said, under her mother"s gentle gloom of brows.
He made show of melancholy submission.
"There, Skepsey, you have a good excuse, we are sure," Nataly said.
And women, when they are such ladies as these, are sent to prove to us that they can be a blessing; instead of the dreadful cry to Providence for the reason of the spread of the race of man by their means! He declared his readiness, rejecting excuses, to state his case to them, but for his fear of having it interpreted as an appeal for their kind aid in obtaining his master"s forgiveness. Mr. Durance had very considerately promised to intercede. Skepsey dropped a hint or two of his naughty proceedings drily aware that their untutored antipathy to the manly art would not permit of warmth.
Nesta said: "Do you know, Skips, we saw a grand exhibition of fencing in Paris."
He sighed. "Ladies can look on at fencing! foils and masks! Captain Dartrey Fenellan has shown me, and says, the French are our masters at it." He bowed constrainedly to mademoiselle.
"You box, M. Skepsey!" she said.
His melancholy increased: "Much discouragement from Government, Society!
If ladies... but I do not venture. They are not against Games. But these are not a protection... to them, when needed; to the country.
The country seems asleep to its position. Mr. Durance has remarked on it:--though I would not always quote Mr. Durance... indeed, he says, that England has invested an Old Maid"s All in the Millennium, and is ruined if it delays to come. "Old Maid," I do not see. I do not--if I may presume to speak of myself in the same breath with so clever a gentleman, agree with Mr. Durance in everything. But the chest-measurement of recruits, the stature of the men enlisted, prove that we are losing the nursery of our soldiers."
"We are taking them out of the nursery, Skips, if you "re for quoting Captain Dartrey," said Nesta. "We"ll never haul down our flag, though, while we have him!"
"Ah! Captain Dartrey!" Skepsey was refreshed by the invocation of the name.
A summons to his master"s presence cut short something he was beginning to say about Captain Dartrey.
CHAPTER XVI. ACCOUNTS FOR SKEPSEY"S MISCONDUCT, SHOWING HOW IT AFFECTED NATALY
His master opened on the bristling business.
"What"s this, of your name in the papers, your appearing before a magistrate, and a fine? Tell the tale shortly."
Skepsey fell upon his att.i.tude for dialectical defence the modest form of the two hands at rolling play and the head deferentially sidecast.
But knowing that he had gratified his personal tastes in the act of serving his master"s interests, an interfusion of sentiments plunged him into self-consciousness; an unwonted state with him, clogging to a simple story.
"First, sir, I would beg you to pardon the printing of your name beside mine..."
"Tush: on with you."
"Only to say, necessitated by the circ.u.mstances of the case. I read, that there was laughter in the court at my exculpation of my conduct--as I have to call it; and there may have been. I may have expressed myself .... I have a strong feeling for the welfare of the country."
"So, it seems, you said to the magistrate. Do you tell me, that the cause of your gross breach of the law, was a consideration for the welfare of the country? Run on the facts."
"The facts--I must have begun badly, sir." Skepsey rattled the dry facts in his head to right them. From his not having begun well, they had become dry as things underfoot. It was an error to have led off with the sentiments. "Two very, two very respectable persons--respectable--were desirous to witness a short display of my, my system, I would say; of my science, they call it."
"Don"t be nervous. To the point; you went into a field five miles out of London, in broad day, and stood in a ring, the usual Tiff-raff about you!"
"With the gloves: and not for money, Sir: for the trial of skill; not very many people. I cannot quite see the breach of the law."
"So you told the magistrate. You were fined for your inability to quite see. And you had to give security."
"Mr. Durance was kindly responsible for me, sir: an acquaintance of the magistrate."
"This boxing of yours is a positive mania, Skepsey. You must try to get the better of it--must! And my name too! I"m to be proclaimed, as having in my service an inveterate pugilist--who breaks the law from patriotism! Male or female, these very respectable persons--the people your show was meant for?"
"Male, sir. Females!... that is, not the respectable ones."
"Take the opinion of the respectable ones for your standard of behaviour in future."
"It was a mere trial of skill, sir, to prove to one of the spectators, that I could be as good as my word. I wished I may say, to conciliate him, partly. He would not--he judged by size--credit me with... he backed my adversary Jerry Scroom--a st.u.r.dy boxer, without the knowledge of the first principles."
"You beat him?"
"I think I taught the man that I could instruct, sir; he was complimentary before we parted. He thought I could not have lasted.
After the second round, the police appeared."
"And you ran!"