And he led me, all in a tremble over his answer, to a large stone dwelling with arched windows, and pillared portico with lanthorns and link extinguishers, an area and railing beside it. The flavour of generations of aristocracy hung about the place, and the big knocker on the carved door seemed to regard with such a forbidding frown my shabby clothes that I took but the one glance (enough to fix it forever in my memory), and hurried on. Alas, what hope had I of Dorothy now!
"What cheer, Richard?" cried the captain when I returned; "have you seen your friends?"
I told him that I had feared to disgrace them, and so refrained from knocking--a decision which he commended as the very essence of wisdom.
Though a desire to meet and talk with quality pushed him hard, he would not go a step to the ordinary, and gave orders to be served in our room, thus fostering the mystery which had enveloped us since our arrival.
Dinner at the Star and Garter being at the fashionable hour of half after four, I was forced to give over for that day the task of finding Mr. Dix.
That evening--shall I confess it?--I spent between the Green Park and Arlington Street, hoping for a glimpse of Miss Dolly returning from Kensington.
The next morning I proclaimed my intention of going to Mr. Dix.
"Send for him," said the captain. "Gentlemen never seek their men of affairs."
"No," I cried; "I can contain myself in this place no longer. I must be moving."
"As you will, Richard," he replied, and giving me a queer, puzzled look he settled himself between the Morning Post and the Chronicle.
As I pa.s.sed the servants in the lower hall, I could not but remark an altered treatment. My friend the chamberlain, more pompous than ever, stood erect in the door with a stony stare, which melted the moment he perceived a young gentleman who descended behind me. I heard him cry out "A chaise for his Lordship!" at which command two of his a.s.sistants ran out together. Suspicion had plainly gripped his soul overnight, and this, added to mortified vanity at having been duped, was sufficient for him to allow me to leave the inn unattended. Nor could I greatly blame him, for you must know, my dears, that at that time London was filled with adventurers of all types.
I felt a deal like an impostor, in truth, as I stepped into the street, disdaining to inquire of any of the people of the Star and Garter where an American agent might be found. The day was gray and cheerless, the colour of my own spirits as I walked toward the east, knowing that the city lay that way. But I soon found plenty to distract me.
To a lad such as I, bred in a quiet tho" prosperous colonial town, a walk through London was a revelation. Here in the Pall Mall the day was not yet begun, tho" for some scarce ended. I had not gone fifty paces from the hotel before I came upon a stout gentleman with twelve hours of claret inside him, brought out of a coffee-house and put with vast difficulty into his chair; and I stopped to watch the men stagger off with their load to St. James"s Street. Next I met a squad of redcoated guards going to the palace, and after them a grand coach and six rattled over the Scotch granite, swaying to a degree that threatened to shake off the footmen clinging behind. Within, a man with an eagle nose sat impa.s.sive, and I set him down for one of the king"s ministers.
Presently I came out into a wide s.p.a.ce, which I knew to be Charing Cross by the statue of Charles the First which stood in the centre of it, and the throat of a street which was just in front of me must be the Strand.
Here all was life and bustle. On one hand was Golden"s Hotel, and a crowded mail-coach was dashing out from the arch beneath it, the horn blowing merrily; on the other hand, so I was told by a friendly man in brown, was Northumberland House, the gloomy grandeur whereof held my eyes for a time. And I made bold to ask in what district were those who had dealings with the colonies. He scanned me with a puzzling look of commiseration.
"Ye"re not a-going to sell yereself for seven year, my lad?" said he. "I was near that myself when I was young, and I thank G.o.d" to this day that I talked first to an honest man, even as you are doing. They"ll give ye a pretty tale,--the factors,--of a land of milk and honey, when it"s naught but stripes and curses yell get."
And he was about to rebuke me hotly, when I told him I had come from Maryland, where I was born.
"Why, ye speak like a gentleman!" he exclaimed. "I was informed that all talk like naygurs over there. And is it not so of your redemptioners?"
I said that depended upon the master they got.
"Then I take it ye are looking for the lawyers, who mostly represent the planters. And y e"ll find them at the Temple or Lincoln"s Inn."
I replied that he I sought was not an attorney, but a man of business.
Whereupon he said that I should find all those in a batch about the North and South American Coffee House, in Threadneedle Street. And he pointed me into the Strand, adding that I had but to follow my nose to St. Paul"s, and there inquire.
I would I might give you some notion of the great artery of London in those days, for it has changed much since I went down it that heavy morning in April, 1770, fighting my way. Ay, truly, fighting my way, for the street then was no place for the weak and timid, when bullocks ran through it in droves on the way to market, when it was often jammed from wall to wall with wagons, and carmen and truckmen and coachmen swung their whips and cursed one another to the extent of their lungs. Near St. Clement Danes I was packed in a crowd for ten minutes while two of these fellows formed a ring and fought for the right of way, stopping the traffic as far as I could see. Dustmen, and sweeps, and even beggars, jostled you on the corners, bullies tried to push you against the posts or into the kennels; and once, in Butchers" Row, I was stopped by a flashy, soft-tongued fellow who would have lured me into a tavern near by.
The noises were bedlam ten times over. Shopmen stood at their doors and cried, "Rally up, rally up, buy, buy, buy!" venders shouted saloop and barley, furmity, Shrewsbury cakes and hot peascods, rosemary and lavender, small coal and sealing-wax, and others bawled "Pots to solder!" and "Knives to grind!" Then there was the incessant roar of the heavy wheels over the rough stones, and the rasp and shriek of the brewers" sledges as they moved clumsily along. As for the odours, from that of the roasted coffee and food of the taverns, to the stale fish on the stalls, and worse, I can say nothing. They surpa.s.sed imagination.
At length, upon emerging from Butchers" Row, I came upon some stocks standing in the street, and beheld ahead of me a great gateway stretching across the Strand from house to house.
Its stone was stained with age, and the stern front of it seemed to mock the unseemly and impetuous haste of the tide rushing through its arches.
I stood and gazed, nor needed one to tell me that those two grinning skulls above it, swinging to the wind on the pikes, were rebel heads.
Bare and bleached now, and exposed to a cruel view, but once caressed by loving hands, was the last of those whose devotion to the house of Stuart had brought from their homes to Temple Bar.
I halted by the Fleet Market, nor could I resist the desire to go into St. Paul"s, to feel like a pebble in a bell under its mighty dome; and it lacked but half an hour of noon when I had come out at the Poultry and finished gaping at the Mansion House. I missed Threadneedle Street and went down Cornhill, in my ignorance mistaking the Royal Exchange, with its long piazza and high tower, for the coffeehouse I sought: in the great hall I begged a gentleman to direct me to Mr. Dix, if he knew such a person. He shrugged his shoulders, which mystified me somewhat, but answered with a ready good-nature that he was likely to be found at that time at Tom"s Coffee House, in Birchin Lane near by, whither I went with him. He climbed the stairs ahead of me and directed me, puffing, to the news room, which I found filled with men, some writing, some talking eagerly, and others turning over newspapers. The servant there looked me over with no great favour, but on telling him my business he went off, and returned with a young man of a pink and white complexion, in a green riding-frock, leather breeches, and top boots, who said:
"Well, my man, I am Mr. Dix."
There was a look about him, added to his tone and manner, set me strong against him. I knew his father had not been of this stamp.
"And I am Mr. Richard Carvel, grandson to Mr. Lionel Carvel, of Carvel Hall, in Maryland," I replied, much in the same way.
He thrust his hands into his breeches and stared very hard.
"You?" he said finally, with something very near a laugh.
"Sir, a gentleman"s word usually suffices!" I cried.
He changed his tone a little.
"Your pardon, Mr. Carvel," he said, "but we men of business have need to be careful. Let us sit, and I will examine your letters. Your determination must have been suddenly taken," he added, "for I have nothing from Mr. Carvel on the subject of your coming."
"Letters! You have heard nothing!" I gasped, and there stopped short and clinched the table. "Has not my grandfather written of my disappearance?"
Immediately his expression went back to the one he had met me with.
"Pardon me," he said again.
I composed myself as best I could in the face of his incredulity, swallowing with an effort the aversion I felt to giving him my story.
"I think it strange he has not informed you," I said; "I was kidnapped near Annapolis last Christmas-time, and put on board of a slaver, from which I was rescued by great good fortune, and brought to Scotland. And I have but just made my way to London."
"The thing is not likely, Mr.--, Mr.--," he said, drumming impatiently on the board.
Then I lost control of myself.
"As sure as I am heir to Carvel Hall, Mr. Dix," I cried, rising, "you shall pay for your insolence by forfeiting your agency!"
Now the roan was a natural coward, with a sneer for some and a smirk for others. He went to the smirk.
"I am but looking to Mr. Carvel"s interests the best I know how," he replied; "and if indeed you be Mr. Richard Carvel, then you must applaud my caution, sir, in seeking proofs."
"Proofs I have none," I cried; "the very clothes on my back are borrowed from a Scotch seaman. My G.o.d, Mr. Dix, do I look like a rogue?"
"Were I to advance money upon appearances, sir, I should be insolvent in a fortnight. But stay," he cried uneasily, as I flung back my chair, "stay, sir. Is there no one of your province in the town to attest your ident.i.ty?"
"Ay, that there is," I said bitterly; "you shall hear from Mr. Manners soon, I promise you."
"Pray, Mr. Carvel," he said, overtaking me on the stairs, "you will surely allow the situation to be--extraordinary, you will surely commend my discretion. Permit me, sir, to go with you to Arlington Street." And he sent a lad in haste to the Exchange for a hackney-chaise, which was soon brought around.
I got in, somewhat mollified, and ashamed of my heat: still disliking the man, but acknowledging he had the better right on his side. True to his kind he gave me every mark of politeness now, asked particularly after Mr. Carvel"s health, and encouraged me to give him as much of my adventure as I thought proper. But what with the rattle of the carriage and the street noises and my disgust, I did not care to talk, and presently told him as much very curtly. He persisted, how: ever, in pointing out the sights, the Fleet prison, and where the Ludgate stood six years gone; and the Devil"s Tavern, of old Ben Jonson"s time, and the Mitre and the Cheshire Cheese and the c.o.c.k, where Dr. Johnson might be found near the end of the week at his dinner. He showed me the King"s Mews above Charing Cross, and the famous theatre in the Haymarket, and we had but turned the corner into Piccadilly when he cried excitedly at a pa.s.sing chariot:
"There, Mr. Carvel, there go my Lord North and Mr. Rigby!"
"The devil take them, Mr. Dix!" I exclaimed.