"Excellent--the poor painting-cove was hungry also, and there you are!
I"d hang that thing in my dining room (supposing I had one) to get me an appet.i.te--it"s made me hungry already and as for the thirst--Oh, confound it--come on--"
"By no means!" said I resolutely. "Here is a cosy inn; here will we eat and sleep--"
"At your expense? Curse me, no, Peregrine."
"Damme, yes, Anthony."
"I say positively I"ll not--"
"Look at that cheese-like foam, Anthony!"
"Curse your pitiful eighteen pounds!"
"A dinner, a gla.s.s and a downy bed with sheets, Anthony!"
"Remember I"m a man of astonishing determination, Peregrine!"
"Forget your ridiculous pride, Anthony!"
"Ha--ridiculous, d"ye say, sir?"
"And utterly preposterous, sir!"
"Preposterous! By heaven!" he exclaimed, c.o.c.king the battered hat very ferociously over one eye. "Were you a little nearer my weight and size, sir--"
"Sir," quoth I, nettled by the allusion, "does my size offend you--"
"Rather say lack of size, sir--"
"Sir?"
"Sir!"
Now while we stood glaring upon each other in this very ridiculous manner, we were startled by a clatter of hoofs from the inn yard, and the snorting squeal of a horse in pain.
"By heaven, Perry!" he exclaimed, forgetting his ferocity and settling his hat more firmly with a blow of his fist, "I believe some d.a.m.ned scoundrel is kicking a horse!" And away he strode forthwith and I hastened after him. Reaching the yard behind the inn we perceived an ostler and a postboy who cherished a trembling horse between them, talking together in hushed but sullen tones.
"Who"s been savaging the horse, my lads?" demanded Anthony, running a hand over the sweating animal with the caressing touch of a true horseman. "Come, speak up and no mumbling!"
""T were the genelman in the blue spencer as druv up "ere a while ago cursing "orrid, an" "im wi" a young fe-male. A bad "un by "is looks an" ways, I think, an" I don"t care if "e "ears me say it."
"Ah--with a lady, was he?"
""E were!"
"A very beautiful lady--young, with hair--eyes--"
"W"y, she may "ave "ad heyes an" she might "ave "ad "air--likewise she may not--she may ha" been as bald as a coot an" as blind as a mole for all I see--"
"That"ll do, my lad, that"ll do! But she was young, wasn"t she?"
""Ow should I know?" exclaimed the ostler, his manner losing all respect as he observed Anthony"s general down-at-heel appearance. "I didn"t think to open "er mouth nor yet ob-serve "er teeth--"
"That"ll do, my lad, that"ll do--"
"Oh, will it an" all--why then, git out o" this yere yard. Who are you t" ax questions--out wi" ye an" quick"s the word!" Saying which, the tall ostler approached in a very dangerous and threatening fashion; but even as he moved, so moved Anthony, only infinitely quicker, and lo! in place of large, scowling visage were two large hobnailed shoes that wavered uncertainly aloft in air while their owner rolled upon a pile of stable sweepings.
"That was what Natty Bell would call "one to go on with!""
"Lorramity!" gasped the ostler, sitting up and glancing about in dazed fashion. "Lorramity--that"s done it, that "as!"
"If it hasn"t, we"ll try another!" suggested Anthony in cheery tone.
"By cripes!" exclaimed the ostler, taking up a handful of stable sweepings in an aimless sort of manner. "That was a one-er, that was!"
"I believe you!" quoth the postboy. "It were a leveller as you was a fair askin" an" a-pleading for, an" you got it!"
"Is the lady stopping here to-night?" enquired Anthony.
"She are, sir!" answered the postboy.
"She am, sir!" answered the other, "an" because why, sir--I"ll tell ye true, if you won"t go a-landin" me no more o" them one-er"s--"
"Because "is near "orse cast a shoe, sir," explained the postboy.
"An" no smith nigher than Sevenoaks, which is seven miles away."
"Peregrine," said my companion, turning towards the inn, "remembering the foam and your magnanimous offer we will reconsider our decision.
This way!" And pushing open a door, we found ourselves in a comfortable chamber, half bar, half kitchen, where was a woman of large and heroic proportions who, beholding Anthony"s draggled exterior, frowned, but the sight of my silver b.u.t.tons and ta.s.seled Hessians seemed to rea.s.sure her, for she smiled and bobbed a curtsey to them and asked my pleasure. At my suggestion of supper and beds for two, she turned to frown at Anthony"s attire again and called, "Susie!"
In answer to which summons presently appeared a trim maid who, at her mistress"s bidding, forthwith brought us to a small chamber none too comfortable, and there left us to kick our heels.
"As lovely a pair of eyes that ever eyes looked into, Perry!"
"Why, she"s a fine, plump, buxom kind of creature," said I, "but I think she squints a little--"
"Squints!" cried Anthony, turning with a kind of leap--"I"ll be d.a.m.ned if she does--"
"Well, then, take notice when she comes to lay the table--"
"What table? Who?"
"Why, the maid--"
"a.s.s! I meant the Lady of the Chaise! And she was frightened, Perry--and no wonder--a man who would kick a horse would savage a woman--by heaven, there are times when murder is a virtue!" Here he rose suddenly as a heavy, trampling footstep shook the ceiling above us. "Peregrine," said he, tossing his hat into a corner, "while you remain here to observe the squint-eyed maid, I will forthwith investigate."
Left alone, I sat impatiently enough, twiddling my thumbs; but as time pa.s.sed and brought neither Anthony nor the maid with supper, my impatience redoubled, so that I rose and, opening a door, found myself in a pa.s.sage wherein were other doors, from behind one of which came the dull, low sound of a woman"s pa.s.sionate weeping. Inexpressibly moved by this, I hastened forward impulsively and, opening this door, stepped into the room beyond.