This time Grafton"s smile was not forced.
"Over a la.s.s, was it?" he asked, and added in a tone of relief, "and how do you, nephew?"
Mr. Carvel saved me from replying.
""Od"s life!" he cried; "no, I did not say this was over a la.s.s. I have heard the whole matter; how Captain Collinson, who is a disgrace to the service, brought shame upon his Majesty"s supporters, and how Richard felled the young lord instead. I"ll be sworn, and I had been there, I myself would have run the brute through."
My uncle did not ask for further particulars, but took a chair, and a dish of tea from Scipio. His smug look told me plainer than words that he thought my grandfather still ignorant of my Whig sentiments.
"I often wish that this deplorable practice of duelling might be legislated against," he remarked. "Was there no one at the Coffee House with character enough to stop the lads?"
Here was my chance.
"Mr. Allen was there," I said.
"A devil"s plague upon him!" shouted my grandfather, beating the floor with his stick. "And the lying hypocrite ever crosses my path, by gad"s life! I"ll tear his gown from his back!"
I watched Grafton narrowly. Such as he never turn pale, but he set down his tea so hastily as to spill the most of it on the dresser.
"Why, you astound me, my dear father!" he faltered; "Mr. Allen a lying hypocrite? What can he have done?"
"Done!" cried my grandfather, sputtering and red as a cherry with indignation. "He is as rotten within as a p.r.i.c.ked pear, I tell you, sir!
For the sake of retaining the lad in his tuition he came to me and lied, sir, just after I had escaped death, and said that by his influence Richard had become loyal, and set dependence upon Richard"s fear of the shock "twould give me if he confessed--Richard, who never told me a falsehood in his life! And instead of teaching him, he has gamed with the lad at the rectory. I dare make oath he has treated your son to a like instruction. "Slife, sir, and he had his deserts, he would hang from a gibbet at the Town Gate."
I raised up in bed to see the effect of this on my uncle. But however the wind veered, Grafton could steer a course. He got up and began pacing the room, and his agitation my grandfather took for indignation such as his own.
"The dog!" he cried fiercely. "The villain! Philip shall leave him to-morrow. And to think that it was I who moved you to put Richard to him!"
His distress seemed so real that Mr. Carvel replied:
"No, Grafton, "twas not your fault. You were deceived as much as I. You have put your own son to him. But if I live another twelve hours I shall write his Lordship to remove him. What! You shake your head, sir!"
"It will not do," said my uncle. "Lord Baltimore has had his reasons for sending such a scoundrel--he knew what he was, you may be sure, father.
His Lordship, sir, is the most abandoned rake in London, and that unmentionable crime of his but lately in the magazines--"
"Yes, yes," my grandfather interrupted; "I have seen it. But I will publish him in Annapolis."
My uncle"s answer startled me, so like was it to the argument Colonel Washington himself had used.
"What would you publish, sir? Mr. Allen will reply that what he did was for the lad"s good, and your own. He may swear that since Richard mentioned politics no more he had taken his conversion for granted."
My grandfather groaned, and did not speak, and I saw the futility of attempting to bring Grafton to earth for a while yet.
My uncle had recovered his confidence. He had hoped, so he said, that I had become a good loyalist: perchance as I grew older I would see the folly of those who called themselves Patriots. But my grandfather cried out to him not to bother me then. And when at last he was gone, of my own volition I proposed to promise Mr. Carvel that, while he lived, I would take no active part in any troubles that might come. He stopped me with some vehemence.
"I pray G.o.d there may be no troubles, lad," he answered; "but you need give me no promise. I would rather see you in the Whig ranks than a trimmer, for the Carvels have ever been partisans."
I tried to express my grat.i.tude. But he sighed and wished me good night, bidding me get some rest.
I had scarce finished my breakfast the next morning when I heard a loud rat-tat-tat upon the street door-surely the footman of some person of consequence. And Scipio was in the act of announcing the names when, greatly to his disgust, the visitors themselves rushed into my bedroom and curtailed the ceremony. They were none other than Dr. Courtenay and my Lord Comyn himself. His Lordship had no sooner seen me than he ran to the bed, grasped both my hands and asked me how I did, declaring he would not have gone to yesterday"s hunt had he been permitted to visit me.
"Richard," cried the doctor, "your fame has sprung up like Jonah"s gourd. The Gazette is but just distributed. Here"s for you! "Twill set the wags a-going, I"ll warrant."
He drew the newspaper from his pocket and began to read, stopping now and anon to laugh:
"Rumour hath it that a Young Gentleman of Quality of this Town, who is possessed of more Valour than Discretion, and whose Skill at Fence and in the Field is beyond his Years, crossed Swords on Wednesday Night with a Young n.o.bleman from the Thunderer. The Cause of this Deplorable Quarrel, which had its Origin at the Ball, is purported to have been a Young Lady of Wit and Beauty. (& we doubt it not; for, alas! the s.e.x hath Much to answer for of this Kind.)
"The Gentlemen, with their Seconds, repaired after the a.s.sembly to the Coffee House. "Tis said upon Authority that H-s L-dsh-p owes his Life to the n.o.ble Spirit of our Young American, who cast down his Blade rather than sheathe it in his Adversary"s Body, thereby himself receiving a Grievous, the" happily not Mortal, Wound. Our Young Gentleman is become the Hero of the Town, and the Subject of Prodigious Anxiety of all the Ladies thereof."
"There"s for you, my lad!" says he; "Mr. Green has done for you both cleverly."
"Upon my soul," I cried, raising up in bed, "he should be put in the gatehouse for his impudence! My Lord,--"
"Don"t "My Lord" me," says Comyn; "plain "Jack" will do."
There was no resisting such a man: and I said as much. And took his hand and called him "Jack," the doctor posing before the mirror the while, stroking his rues. "Out upon you both," says he, "for a brace of sentimental fools!"
"Richard," said Comyn, presently, with a roguish glance at the doctor, "there were some reason in our fighting had it been over a favour of Miss Manners. Eh? Come, doctor," he cried, "you will break your neck looking for the reflection of wrinkles. Come, now, we must have little Finery"s letter. I give you my word Chartersea is as ugly as all three heads of Cerberus, and as foul as a ship"s barrel of grease. I tell you Miss Dorothy would sooner marry you."
"And she might do worse, my Lord," the doctor flung back, with a strut.
"Ay, and better. But I promise you Richard and I are not such fools as to think she will marry his Grace. We must have the little c.o.xcomb"s letter."
"Well, have it you must, I suppose," returns the doctor. And with that he draws it from his pocket, where he has it b.u.t.toned in. Then he took a pinch of Holland and began.
The first two pages had to deal with Miss Dorothy"s triumph, to which her father made full justice. Mr. Manners world have the doctor (and all the province) to know that peers of the realm, soldiers, and statesmen were at her feet. Orders were as plentiful in his drawing-room as the candles. And he had taken a house in Arlington Street, where Horry Walpole lived when not at Strawberry, and their entrance was crowded night and day with the footmen and chairmen of the grand monde. Lord Comyn broke in more than once upon the reading, crying,--"Hear, hear!"
and,--"My word, Mr. Manners has not perjured himself thus far. He has not done her justice by half." And I smiled at the thought that I had aspired to such a beauty!
""Entre noes, mon cher Courtenay," Mr. Manners writes, "entre noes, our Dorothy hath had many offers of great advantage since she hath been here. And but yesterday comes a chariot with a ducal coronet to our door. His Grace of Chartersea, if you please, to request a private talk with me. And I rode with him straightway to his house in Hanover Square.""
""Egad! And would gladly have ridden straightway to Newgate, in a ducal chariot!" cried his Lordship, in a fit of laughter.
""I rode to Hanover Square," the doctor continued, "where we discussed the matter over a bottle. His Grace"s generosity was such that I could not but cry out at it, for he left me to name any settlement I pleased.
He must have Dorothy at any price, said he. And I give you my honour, mon cher Courtenay, that I lost no time in getting back to Arlington Street, and called Dorothy down to tell her.""
"Now may I be flayed," said Comyn, "if ever there was such another a.s.s!"
The doctor took more snuff and fell a-laughing.
"But hark to this," said he, "here"s the cream of it all:
"You will scarce believe me when I say that the baggage was near beside herself with anger at what I had to tell her. "Marry that misshapen duke!" cries she, "I would quicker marry Doctor Johnson!" And truly, I begin to fear she hath formed an affection for some like, foul-linened beggar. That his Grace is misshapen I cannot deny; but I tried reason upon her. "Think of the coronet, my dear, and of the ancient name to which it belongs." She only stamps her foot and cries out:
""Coronet fiddlesticks! And are you not content with the name you bear, sir?" "Our name is good as any in the three kingdoms," said I, with truth. "Then you would have me, for the sake of the coronet, joined to a wretch who is steeped in debauchery. Yes, debauchery, sir! You might then talk, forsooth, to the macaronies of Maryland, of your daughter the d.u.c.h.ess.""
"There"s spirit for you, my lad!" Comyn shouted; "I give you Miss Dorothy." And he drained a gla.s.s of punch Scipio had brought in, Doctor Courtenay and I joining him with a will.
"I pray you go on, sir," I said to the doctor.