She looked up at me, startled.
"Before you sail for America!" she exclaimed, in a tone that made me thrill at once with joy and sadness. "And are you not, then, to see London now you are here?"
"Are you never coming back, Dolly?" I whispered; for I feared Mr.
Marmaduke might appear at any moment; "or do you wish to remain in England always?"
For an instant I felt her pressure on my hand, and then she had fled into the house, leaving me standing by the steps looking after her.
Comyn"s voice aroused me.
"To the Star and Garter!" I heard him command, and on the way to Pall Mall he ceased not to rate Mr. Manners with more vigour than propriety.
"I never liked the little cur, d--n him! No one likes him, Richard," he declared. "All the town knows how Chartersea threw a bottle at him, and were it not for his daughter he had long since been put out of White"s.
Were it not for Miss Dolly I would call him out for this cowardly trick, and then publish him."
"Nay, my Lord, I had held that as my privilege," interrupted the captain, "were it not, as you say, for Miss Manners."
His Lordship shot a glance at John Paul somewhat divided between surprise, resentment, and amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Now you have seen the daughter, captain, you perceive it is impossible," I hastened to interpose.
"How in the name of lineage did she come to have such a father?" Comyn went on. "I thank Heaven he"s not mine. He"s not fit to be her lackey. I would sooner twenty times have a profligate like my Lord Sandwich for a parent than a milk and water sop like Manners, who will risk nothing over a crown piece at play or a guinea at Newmarket. By G--, Richard,"
said his Lordship, bringing his fist against the gla.s.s with near force enough to break the pane, "I have a notion why he did not choose to see you that day. Why, he has no more blood than a louse!"
I had come to the guess as soon as he, but I dared not give it voice, nor anything but ridicule. And so we came to the hotel, the red of departing day fading in the sky above the ragged house-line in St.
James"s Street.
It was a very different reception we got than when we had first come there. You, my dears, who live in this Republic can have no notion of the stir and bustle caused by the arrival of Horace Walpole"s carriage at a fashionable hotel, at a time when every innkeeper was versed in the arms of every family of note in the three kingdoms. Our friend the chamberlain was now humility itself, and fairly ran in his eagerness to antic.i.p.ate Comyn"s demands. It was "Yes, my Lord," and "To be sure, your Lordship," every other second, and he seized the first occasion to make me an elaborate apology for his former cold conduct, a.s.suring me that had our honours been pleased to divulge the fact that we had friends in London, such friends as my Lord Comyn and Mr. Walpole, whose great father he had once had the distinction to serve as linkman, all would have been well. And he was desiring me particularly to comprehend that he had been acting under most disagreeable orders when he sent for the bailiff, before I cut him short.
We were soon comfortably installed in our old rooms; Comyn had sent post-haste for Davenport, who chanced to be his own tailor, and for the whole army of auxiliaries indispensable to a gentleman"s make-up; and Mr. Dix was notified that his Lordship would receive him at eleven on the following morning, in my rooms. I remembered the faithful Banks with a twinge of grat.i.tude, and sent for him. And John Paul and I, having been duly installed in the clothes made for us, all three of us sat down merrily to such a supper as only the cook of the Star and Garter, who had been chef to the Comte de Maurepas, could prepare. Then I begged Comyn to relate the story of our rescue, which I burned to hear.
"Why, Richard," said he, filling his gla.s.s, "had you run afoul any other man in London, save perchance Selwyn, you"d have been drinking the bailiff"s triple-diluted for a month to come. I never knew such a brace of fools as he and Horry for getting hold of strange yarns and making them stranger; the wonder was that Horry told this as straight as he did. He has written it to all his friends on the Continent, and had he not been in dock with the gout ever since he reached town, he would have told it at the opera, and at a dozen routs and suppers. Beg pardon, captain," said he, turning to John Paul, "but I think "twas your peac.o.c.k coat that saved you both, for it caught Horry"s eye through the window, as you got out of the chaise, and down he came as fast as he could hobble.
"Horry had a little dinner to-day in Arlington Street, where he lives, and Miss Dorothy was there. I have told you, Richard, there has been no sensation in town equal to that of your Maryland beauty, since Lady Sarah Lennox. You may have some notion of the old beau Horry can be when he tries, and he is over-fond of Miss Dolly--she puts him in mind of some canvas or other of Sir Peter"s. He vowed he had been saving this piece de resistance, as he was pleased to call it, expressly for her, since it had to do somewhat with Maryland. "What d"ye think I met at Windsor, Miss Manners?" he cries, before we had begun the second course.
""Perhaps a repulse from his Majesty," says Dolly, promptly.
""Nay," says Mr. Walpole, making a face, for he hates a laugh at his cost; nothing less than a young American giant, with the attire of Dr.
Benjamin Franklin and the manner of the Fauxbourg Saint Germain. But he had a whiff of deer leather about him, and shoulders and back and legs to make his fortune at Hockley in the Hole, had he lived two generations since. And he had with him a strange, Scotch sea-captain, who had rescued him from pirates, bless you, no less. That is, he said he was a sea-captain; but he talked French like a Parisian, and quoted Shakespeare like Mr. Burke or Dr. Johnson. He may have been M. Caron de Beaumarchais, for I never saw him, or a soothsayer, or Cagliostro the magician, for he guessed my name."
""Guessed your name!" we cried, for the story was out of the ordinary.
""Just that," answered he, and repeated some d.a.m.ned verse I never heard, with Horatio in it, and made them all laugh."
John Paul and I looked at each other in astonishment, and we, too, laughed heartily. It was indeed an odd coincidence.
His Lordship continued: ""Well, be that as it may," said Horry, "he was an able man of sagacity, this sea-captain, and, like many another, had a penchant for being a gentleman. But he was more of an oddity than Hertford"s beast of Gevaudan, and was dressed like Salvinio, the monkey my Lord Holland brought back from his last Italian tour.""
I have laughed over this description since, my dears, and so has John Paul. But at that time I saw nothing funny in it, and winced with him when Comyn repeated it with such brutal unconsciousness. However, young Englishmen of birth and wealth of that day were not apt to consider the feelings of those they deemed below them.
"Come to your story. Comyn," I cut in testily.
But his Lordship missed entirely the cause of my displeasure.
"Listen to him!" he exclaimed good-naturedly. "He will hear of nothing but Miss Dolly. Well, Richard, my lad, you should have seen her as Horry went on to tell that you had been taken from Maryland, with her head forward and her lips parted, and a light in those eyes of hers to make a man fall down and worship. For Mr. Lloyd, or some one in your Colony, had written of your disappearance, and I vow bliss Dorothy has not been the same since. Nor have I been the only one to remark it," said he, waving off my natural protest at such extravagance. "We have talked of you more than once, she and I, and mourned you for dead. But I am off my course again, as we sailors say, captain. Horry was describing how Richard lifted little Goble by one hand and spun all the dignity out of him, when Miss Manners broke in, being able to contain herself no longer.
""An American, Mr. Walpole, and from Maryland?" she demanded. And the way she said it made them all look at her.
""a.s.surement, mademoiselle," replied Horry, in his cursed French; and perhaps you know him. He would gladden the heart of Frederick of Prussia, for he stands six and three if an inch. I took such a fancy to the lad that I invited him to sup with me, and he gave me back a message fit for Mr. Wilkes to send to his Majesty, as haughty as you choose, that if I desired him I must have his friend in the bargain. You Americans are the very devil for independence, Miss Manners! "Ods fish, I liked his spirit so much I had his friend, Captain something or other--"and there he stopped, caught by Miss Manners"s appearance, for she was very white.
""The name is Richard Carvel!" she cried.
""I"ll lay a thousand it was!" I shouted, rising in my chair. And the company stared, and Lady Pembroke vowed I had gone mad.
""Bless me, bless me, here"s a romance for certain!" cried Horry; "it throws my "Castle of Otranto" in the shade" ("that"s some d.a.m.ned book he has written," Comyn interjected).
"You may not believe me, Richard, when I say that Miss Dolly ate but little after that, and her colour came and went like the red of a stormy sunset at sea. "Here"s this dog Richard come to spill all our chances,"
I swore to myself. The company had been prodigiously entertained by the tale, and clamoured for more, and when Horry had done I told how you had fought me at Annapolis, and had saved my life. But Miss Manners sat very still, biting her lip, and I knew she was sadly vexed that you had not gone to her in Arlington Street. For a woman will reason thus," said his Lordship, winking wisely. "But I more than suspected something to have happened, so I asked Horry to send his fellow Favre over to the Star and Garter to see if you were there, tho" I was of three minds to let you go to the devil. You should have seen her face when he came back to say that you had been for three weeks in a Castle Yard sponging-house! Then Horry said he would lend me his coach, and when it was brought around Miss Manners took our breaths by walking downstairs and into it, nor would she listen to a word of the objections cried by my Lady Pembroke and the rest. You must know there is no stopping the beauty when she has made her mind. And while they were all chattering on the steps I jumped in, and off we drove, and you will be the most talked-of man in London to-morrow. I give you Miss Manners!" cried his Lordship, as he ended.
We all stood to the toast, I with my blood a-tingle and my brain awhirl, so that I scarce knew what I did.
CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH I AM SORE TEMPTED
"Who the devil is this John Paul, and what is to become of him?" asked Comyn, as I escorted him downstairs to a chair. "You must give him two hundred pounds, or a thousand, if you like, and let him get out. He can"t be coming to the clubs with you."
And he pulled me into the coffee room after him.
"You don"t understand the man, Comyn," said I; "he isn"t that kind, I tell you. What he has done for me is out of friendship, as he says, and he wouldn"t touch a farthing save what I owe him."
"Cursed if he isn"t a rum sea-captain," he answered, shrugging his shoulders; "cursed if I ever ran foul of one yet who would refuse a couple of hundred and call quits. What"s he to do? Is he to live like a Lord of the Treasury upon a master"s savings?"
"Jack," said I, soberly, resolved not to be angry, "I would willingly be cast back in Castle Yard to-night rather than desert him, who might have deserted me twenty times to his advantage. Mr. Carvel has not wealth enough, nor I grat.i.tude enough, to reward him. But if our family can make his fortune, it shall be made. And I am determined to go with him to America by the first packet I can secure."
He clutched my arm with an earnestness to startle me.
"You must not leave England now," he said.
"And why?"
"Because she will marry Chartersea if you do. And take my oath upon it, you alone can save her from that."
"Nonsense!" I exclaimed, but my breath caught sharply.
"Listen, Richard. Mr. Manners"s manoeuvres are the talk of the town, and the beast of a duke is forever wining and dining in Arlington Street.
At first people ridiculed, now they are giving credit. It is said," he whispered fearfully, "it is said that his Grace has got Mr. Manners in his power,--some question of honour, you understand, which will ruin him,--and that even now the duke is in a position to force the marriage."
He leaned forward and searched me with his keen gray eyes, as tho"
watching the effect of the intelligence upon me. I was, indeed, stunned.