"Faith, sir," said my lord apologetically, "I--I fear I was so foolish as to swoon----"
"But saved my life first, your honour," added the Sergeant, dodging Mrs. Agatha"s sponge to say so, "and winged one o" the rogues into the bargain."
"Then sir," said the Major, "my deepest grat.i.tude is yours. Sergeant Zebedee is--is an old comrade of mine a--a comrade and--and so forth as "twere, my lord Medhurst."
Here the Sergeant blinked and opened his mouth so wide that Mrs. Agatha felt impelled to promptly fill it with the sponge.
"I trust sir," continued the Major, "you feel yourself a little recovered of your hurts?"
"O infinitely sir--quite, quite!" answered the earl and getting to his feet, staggered and sat down again. "A small vertigo sir, a trifling dizziness," he explained, more apologetically than ever, "but "twill soon pa.s.s."
"Meantime," suggested the Major, viewing his pallor with sharp eyes, "I will, with your permission, send and notify my lady Carlyon of her brother"s welfare."
Here, by reason of astonishment and Mrs. Agatha"s sponge the Sergeant spluttered and choked:
"As to that sir," answered the earl, fidgeting, "I--faith! I had rather you didn"t. And indeed, since you know who I am, "twill be immediately apparent to you that the farther I am from Betty and the sooner I quit your roof, the better for all concerned----"
"On the contrary, sir," said the Major, ""tis for that very reason I offer you the shelter of my roof until----"
A rush of flying feet along the pa.s.sage without, a fumbling knock and the door flying open discovered one of the maids her eyes round and staring in fearful excitement:
"Soldiers!" she cried, "O sir--O Mrs. Agatha--"tis the soldiers--all round the house--lanthorns and guns--I do be frighted to death!"
Mrs. Agatha dropped the sponge and uttering no word, pointed one plump finger at the frightened girl and stamped her foot; and before that ominous finger the trembling maid shrank and turning about incontinent fled, slamming the door behind her. For a breathless moment none moved. Then Medhurst rose a little unsteadily, glancing round rueful and helpless.
"So then--"tis ended!" he sighed. "My poor, sweet Bet! And you sir--you--my G.o.d, I must not be taken here for your sake!" and he sprang towards the window.
"Stay sir," said the Major gently, ""tis no use, the house is surrounded of course. Aye, I thought so----!" He nodded as in the dark beyond the curtained windows came the measured tramp of feet, a hoa.r.s.e command and the ring of grounded muskets.
"Sir--sir," exclaimed Lord Medhurst, "G.o.d forgive me that I all unwitting as I was, should bring you to this black hazard."
"Nay, my lord," answered the Major, smiling into the earl"s troubled face, "grieve not yourself on my account, "twas I brought you hither knowing who you were, so do not reproach yourself, "tis but the fortune of war. Hark, they are here, I think----"
"Then I"ll go meet "em!" said his lordship, "I"ll give myself up--they shall never--take me!"
"Well said, sir," nodded the Major, his brow unruffled and serene, "we"ll go together! Pray, Sergeant, open the door!"
"Don"t, Sergeant, don"t!" panted Mrs. Agatha, "wait--O--wait!" Thus, speaking, she sped across the room and, kneeling before the great fireplace, seemed to feel along the carved foliage of the mantel with frenzied fingers, then uttered a gasp of satisfaction: "Quick--quick my lord!" she panted. And even as she spoke the great hearthstone sank down endwise turning upon itself and disclosing a narrow flight of steps. The earl uttered a sound between a laugh and a sob, turned aside to take up hat and sword and, descending into the gloomy depths, glanced up blithe of eye and waved his hand as the stone swung back into place above him.
Then Mrs. Agatha rose, dusted her silken gown with her pretty white hands and curtseyed:
"Your honour," said she, "with your leave, I"ll run out to my poor, silly, frighted maids!" and taking up bowl and sponges while the Sergeant opened the door, she rustled away. With the door still in his hand, Sergeant Zebedee turned to stare at the Major and found the Major staring at him.
"Sir," said he at last, "sir, she"s--a----" here he paused to shake solemn head, "sir, she"s the--sir--she--is--a--woman!"
"Zeb," answered the Major, sinking into a chair, "she--most--undoubtedly--is!"
But now the house was full of strange stir and hubbub, the tread and tramp of heavy feet, the clatter of accoutrements, and the ring of iron-shod muskets on stone-flagged hall.
"Sir," questioned the Sergeant, putting on his wig and re-settling his rumpled garments, "shall I go out to "em?"
"Do so, Zeb, and bring the officer to me--here, in the library."
The officer in question, a tall and languid exquisite, found the Major at his desk, who, setting aside his papers, rose to give him courteous greeting.
"Ged, sir," he exclaimed returning the Major"s stately bow, "you"ll f"give this dem"d intrusion I trust--I"m Prothero, Captain o" Cleeve"s, your very dutiful humble. You are Major d"Arcy, I think?"
"The same, sir, and yours to command."
"Let me perish, sir, "tis an honour to meet you I vow and protest.
Colonel Cleeve hath spoke of you--I"ve heard of you in Flanders also.
All o" which doth but make an unpleasant duty--dem"d unpleasant.
Regarding the which I may tell you that my lord Colonel is so put out over the business that he hath absented himself until our search here shall be over. But this Jacobite f"low is known to be i" these parts and my orders are to search every house----"
"And orders are to be obeyed!" smiled the Major. "Let your men search, sir, and meantime a gla.s.s or so of Oporto perhaps----?"
"Ged sir, your kindness smites me t" the heart I vow."
The bottle having duly been brought and the gla.s.ses filled the Captain rose and proposed:
"Sir, I give you "Our Admirable Betty!" "Tis a health much discussed in these parts o" late I believe, sir," said he, "aye and in London too. And the dem"dest strangest part on"t is the man we hunt is her own brother--no less, sir! And since he is so here"s wings to his heels say I, curst Jacobite though he be. But when a man is blessed with such a sister d.a.m.n his politics, say I. And O Cupid, sir, what a crayture! Her shape! Her air! Her pretty, little, dem"d demure foot!
I give you her foot, sir. And the pride of her! The grace of her!
The dem"d bewitching enchanting entirety of her. I vow "tis the dem"dest, charmingest piece o" feminine loveliness that ever lured mankind t" demnition. Demme sir, she"s the sort o" G.o.ddess-crayture that gets into a f"low"s blood--goes t" f"low"s head like wine sir, makes a f"low forget duty, kindred, country, honour and even himself."
"You have searched my lady"s house, I take it?" enquired the Major.
"Faith we have so, sir,--and herself to light us up-stairs and down.
So gracious sir! _So tres debonnaire_! So smiling and altogether dem"d sedoocing--O Lard!"
On this wise the Captain held forth until the wine was all gone, and his corporal came to announce that the house had been duly and thoroughly searched from cellar to attic, without success: whereupon the Captain rose, shook the Major"s hand--babbled forth more apologies in melting, mellifluous accents, roared at his men and finally marched them out of the house and away.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
WHICH DESCRIBES SOMETHING OF MY LADY BETTY"S GRAt.i.tUDE
The Major, leaning back somnolent in his great elbow-chair, fingers joined and head bowed, listened lethargically to the Sergeant who, sitting bolt upright, read aloud from the ma.n.u.script he held.
""Vauban, in his instructions on the siege of Aeth, giveth notice of sundry salient angles all fortified, the most open by bastions, the others, and those of at least ninety degrees, by demi-bastions----""
Here the Major snored but so gently that the Sergeant, whose whole attention was centred on the written words, was proceeding all unaware when a small, roundish object hurtled across the room, smote the Major softly upon the cheek and fell to the floor; hereupon the Major opened sleepy eyes.
"Certainly, Zeb!" said he. "Egad you"re in the right on"t--er--I fear my attention was wandering as "twere--though I listen very well with my eyes shut!"
The Sergeant lowered the ma.n.u.script to stare, round-eyed: