Come!" And taking her hand, I led her up to my astonished uncles.
"Sirs," said I, "it is my privilege to introduce my friend Diana, whom I hope to marry as soon as possible."
For a long moment after I had spoken, Diana stood, shapely head aloft, fronting their amazed scrutiny in proud and sullen defiance; when at last she spoke, her voice sounded all untroubled and serene.
"I know," said she, nodding, "I know what"s in your minds--you"m thinking as I ain"t fit for him! Well, my fine gentlemen, he shouldn"t marry me, even if he loved me--which he don"t, or I loved him--which I don"t and never shall!" Then without so much as a glance in my direction, she turned and sped away.
But I was not to be left thus, for, escaping uncle George"s restraining clutch, I followed her; glancing back, I saw my uncle Jervas, white, impressive hand on Jessamy"s shoulder, speaking very earnestly to him and with his keen gaze fixed on myself.
It was amid the jostling traffic of the booths that I found her; she was standing before a stall devoted to the sale of gauds and finery, but espying me she made off and I, intent on pursuit, was wriggling my way through the crowd when rose a sudden cry of "Thieves! Robbery!
Stop thief!" Rough hands seized me and, checked thus rudely in full career, I was swung around to confront a small, fierce-eyed fellow who cursed and swore, hopped and flourished his fists under my nose in very threatening and unpleasant manner.
"V"ere is it, ye young wagabone?" he demanded in shrill accents.
"V"ere is it? As fine a lady"s lookin"-gla.s.s as ever vas, a genuine hantique framed in solid silver an" worth its weight in gold. V"at ha"
ye done wi" it, you desp"rit, thievin" young willin", you?"
Now it was upon my lips to indignantly deny so vile an accusation, but the words were arrested by a sudden, horrid thought, a dreadful suspicion, for in this moment I remembered Diana had pa.s.sed this way very recently and, calling to mind the unfortunate predilection for appropriating the goods of others which she had termed "prigging," I knew a sudden shame on her account and therewith a sick fear lest she be caught with the d.a.m.ning evidence of guilt upon her.
Thus, despite the fierce hands that grasped me and the bony knuckles that obtruded themselves painfully into the nape of my neck, I stood mute, profoundly unheedful of the little man"s excited capering, whirling fists and threats of condign punishment.
By reason of the little man"s excited antics and high-pitched threats and wailings, we were very soon the centre of a pushing, inquisitive throng; faces peered at me, fists were shaken and voices reviled me, in especial one, that of an evil-faced man whose narrow eyes seemed vaguely familiar. Every moment the hostile demonstrations of the crowd grew more threatening until suddenly, and to my inexpressible comfort, above the angry clamour arose a voice peculiarly rich and musical.
"Give way, friends, give way--yon lad"s a friend o" mine--give way!"
The ring about me was split apart by the forward thrust of a sinewy shoulder, and Jessamy appeared with Diana close beside him. "Why, what"s the trouble, brother?" he enquired.
"Thievin"--robbery, that"s what!" cried the little man, capering higher than ever. "Stole me silver-framed mirror, "e "as, the young wagabone--a genuine hantique worth its weight in hemeralds--stole me mirror and don"t deny it, neither--!"
"Who says he stole it?" demanded Jessamy. "Did any o" ye see him commit the fact?" At this the small man blinked, and the two that held me stared upon each other a little at a loss.
"Who says my friend stole your vallybles--come!" demanded Jessamy.
"Why, we all says so!" cried the little man. "An" he can"t deny it--and no more "e don"t, neither!"
"However," said Jessamy, "my friend ain"t stole your mirror, friend."
"Then "oo "as?" demanded the little man, capering again.
"Why--him, for sure!" said Diana suddenly, pointing at the narrow-eyed fellow who, blenching before her fierce look, turned to flee. "It"s Hooky Sam!" she cried, and in that moment leapt upon him. Ensued a moment"s scuffling and Diana sprang away, the stolen mirror in her hand. "Here"s your trinket!" she cried, tossing it to its gaping owner. "Next time it"s stole, don"t go blaming the wrong one."
Hereupon my captors loosed me and turned to seize the real culprit but, profiting by the momentary confusion, he ducked and squirmed, wriggled and dived under and between such arms and hands as made to stay him and, breaking free, took to his heels, and the crowd, losing all interest in us, betook itself to the chase, shouting and hallooing in joyous pursuit.
"And now, friend," said Jessamy, addressing the small man, who danced and capered no more but stood somewhat crestfallen, ""twould be well done, I think, to ask my young friend"s pardon." The which he did and I little heeding, all my looks being for Diana, who stared back at me; and meeting her clear-eyed scrutiny, I felt my cheeks flushing guiltily and turned to grip Jessamy"s hand and to thank him for his trust and friendship.
"But why," demanded Diana, "why did you let "em think it was you?"
Now here, having no answer ready, I adopted her own method.
"Just because!" said I.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE ETHICS OF PRIGGING
Evening was at hand, lights began to wink and flare among booths and shows, and the crowd seemed to be growing even more riotous; thus I, for one, was profoundly thankful to leave behind its roaring clamour and seek those quiet, leafy shades where the Tinker had appointed us to meet with him.
"And to think," said Jessamy, as we walked on side by side, "to think as "Firebrand Vereker" is your uncle--not to mention Sir George, as once fou"t ten rounds wi" "Buck Vibart"! To think--"
"Mighty fine gentlemen, ain"t they, Jess?" enquired Diana, with a toss of her shapely head.
"Of the finest, Ann! Honoured by all, from the Prince down. And to think as Mr. Vereker here--"
"My name is Peregrine;" said I, "indeed, I would rather you called me Perry, it is shorter."
"As Mr. Perry, here--"
"Perry!" I admonished.
"As--Perry is their own nevvy--"
"Though he don"t look like it!" added Diana.
"Why, that"s true, Ann, that"s true; but his clothes can be changed--"
"But his face can"t, Jess!"
"Lord bless me, Ann, what"s wrong wi" his face?"
"Only everything!" she answered, with another disdainful gesture of her head.
"I am extremely sorry that my face displeases you, Diana," said I.
"So"m I!" she nodded. "Though it ain"t your fault, I s"pose."
"If you allude to my bruises and black eyes--"
"They"re nearly well," said Jessamy.
"I don"t!" said Diana.
"Then pray what particularly displeases you in my face this evening?"
I enquired.
"All of it! You! Your ways! Makin" a fool o" me afore your fine uncles and them staring their proud eyes out! As if I"d ever marry--you!" At this Jessamy opened his eyes rather wide and I fancy his lips quivered slightly.