"You were!" exclaimed Comyn, astonished; "and pray, what are you now, sir?"
"Henceforth, my Lord," John Paul replied with vast ceremony: "I am an American, the compatriot of the beautiful Miss Manners!"
"One thing I"ll warrant, captain," said his Lordship, "that you are a wit."
Volume 5.
CHAPTER XXVI. THE PART HORATIO PLAYED
The bailiff"s business was quickly settled. I heard the heavy doors close at our backs, and drew a deep draught of the air G.o.d has made for all His creatures alike. Both the captain and I turned to the windows to wave a farewell to the sad ones we were leaving behind, who gathered about the bars for a last view of us, for strange as it may seem, the mere sight of happiness is often a pleasure for those who are sad. A coach in private arms and livery was in waiting, surrounded by a crowd.
They made a lane for us to pa.s.s, and stared at the young lady of queenly beauty coming out of the sponging-house until the coachman snapped his whip in their faces and the footman jostled them back. When we were got in, Dolly and I on the back seat, Comyn told the man to go to Mr.
Manners"s.
"Oh, no!" I cried, scarce knowing what I said; "no, not there!" For the thought of entering the house in Arlington Street was unbearable.
Both Comyn and Dorothy gazed at me in astonishment.
"And pray, Richard, why not"?" she asked. "Have not your old friends the right to receive you."
It was my Lord who saved me, for I was in agony what to say.
"He is still proud, and won"t go to Arlington Street dressed like a bargeman. He must needs plume, Miss Manners."
I glanced anxiously at Dorothy, and saw that she was neither satisfied nor appeased. Well I remembered every turn of her head, and every curve of her lip! In the meantime we were off through Cursitor Street at a gallop, nearly causing the death of a ragged urchin at the corner of Chancery Lane. I had forgotten my eagerness to know whence they had heard of my plight, when some words from Comyn aroused me.
"The carriage is Mr. Horace Walpole"s, Richard. He has taken a great fancy to you."
"But I have never so much as clapped eyes upon him!" I exclaimed in perplexity.
"How about his honour with whom you supped at Windsor? how about the landlord you spun by the neck? You should have heard the company laugh when Horry told us that! And Miss Dolly cried out that she was sure it must be Richard, and none other. Is it not so, Miss Manners?"
"Really, my Lord, I can"t remember," replied Dolly, looking out of the coach window. "Who put those frightful skulls upon Temple Bar?"
Then the mystery of their coming was clear to me, and the superior gentleman at the Castle Inn had been the fashionable dabbler in arts and letters and architecture of Strawberry Hill, of whom I remembered having heard Dr. Courtenay speak, Horace Walpole. But I was then far too concerned about Dorothy to listen to more. Her face was still turned away from me, and she was silent. I could have cut out my tongue for my blunder. Presently, when we were nearly out of the Strand, she turned upon me abruptly.
"We have not yet heard, Richard," she said, "how you got into such a predicament."
"Indeed, I don"t know myself, Dolly. Some scoundrel bribed the captain of the slaver. For I take it Mr. Walpole has told you I was carried off on a slaver, if he recalled that much of the story."
"I don"t mean that," answered Dolly, impatiently. "There is something strange about all this. How is it that you were in prison?"
"Mr. Dix, my grandfather"s agent, took me for an impostor and would advance me no money," I answered, hard pushed.
But Dorothy had a woman"s instinct, which is often the best of understanding. And I was beginning to think that a suspicion was at the bottom of her questions. She gave her head an impatient fling, and, as I feared, appealed to John Paul.
"Perhaps you can tell me, captain, why he did not come to his friends in his trouble."
And despite my signals to him he replied: "In truth, my dear lady, he haunted the place for a sight of you, from the moment he set foot in London."
Comyn laughed, and I felt the blood rise to my face, and kicked John Paul viciously. Dolly retained her self-possession.
"Pho!" says she; "for a sight of me! You seamen are all alike. For a sight of me! And had you not strength enough to lift a knocker, sir,--you who can raise a man from the ground with one hand?"
""Twas before his tailor had prepared him, madam, and he feared to disgrace you," the captain gravely continued, and I perceived how futile it were to attempt to stop him. "And afterward--"
"And afterward?" repeated Dorothy, leaning forward.
"And afterward he went to Arlington Street with Mr. Dix to seek Mr. Manners, that he might be identified before that gentleman. He encountered Mr. Manners and his Grace of Something."
"Chartersea," put in Comyn, who had been listening eagerly. "Getting out of a coach," said the captain.
"When was this?" demanded Dorothy of me, interrupting him. Her voice was steady, but the colour had left her face.
"About three weeks ago."
"Please be exact, Richard."
"Well, if you must," said I, "the day was Tuesday, and the time about half an hour after two."
She said nothing for a while, trying to put down an agitation which was beginning to show itself in spite of her effort. As for me, I was almost wishing myself back in the sponginghouse.
"Are you sure my father saw you?" she asked presently.
"As clearly as you do now, Dolly," I said.
"But your clothes? He might have gone by you in such."
"I pray that he did, Dorothy," I replied. But I was wholly convinced that Mr. Manners had recognized me.
"And--and what did he say?" she asked.
For she had the rare courage that never shrinks from the truth. I think I have never admired and pitied her as at that moment.
"He said to the footman," I answered, resolved to go through with it now, ""Give the man a shilling." That was his Grace"s suggestion."
My Lord uttered something very near an oath. And she spoke not a word more until I handed her out in Arlington Street. The rest of us were silent, too, Comyn now and again giving me eloquent glances expressive of what he would say if she were not present; the captain watching her with a furtive praise, and he vowed to me afterward she was never so beautiful as when angry, that he loved her as an avenging Diana. But I was uneasy, and when I stood alone with her before the house I begged her not to speak to her father of the episode.
"Nay, he must be cleared of such an imputation, Richard," she answered proudly. "He may have made mistakes, but I feel sure he would never turn you away when you came to him in trouble--you, the grandson of his old friend, Lionel Carvel."
"Why bother over matters that are past and gone? I would have borne an hundred such trials to have you come to me as you came to-day, Dorothy.
And I shall surely see you again," I said, trying to speak lightly; "and your mother, to whom you will present my respects, before I sail for America."