"You stayed in London for me, Richard. Why did you? There was no need,"
she exclaimed; "there was no need, do you hear? Oh, I shall never forgive Comyn for his meddling! I am sure "twas he who told you some ridiculous story. He had no foundation for it."
"Dorothy," I demanded, my voice shaking with earnestness, "will you tell me honestly there is no foundation for the report that the duke is intriguing to marry you?"
That question was not answered, and regret came the instant it had left my lips--regret and conviction both. Dorothy joined Lady Carlisle before our absence had been noted, and began to banter Fitzpatrick upon his losings.
We were in the lighted Grove again, and sitting down to a supper of Vauxhall fare: transparent slices of ham (which had been a Vauxhall joke for ages), and chickens and cheese cakes and champagne and claret, and arrack punch. Mr. Tyers extended the concert in our favour. Mrs.
Weichsell and the beautiful Baddeley trilled sentimental ballads which our ladies chose; and Mr. Vernon, the celebrated tenor, sang Cupid"s Recruiting Sergeant so happily that Storer sent him a bottle of champagne. After which we amused ourselves with catches until the s.p.a.ce between our boxes and the orchestra was filled. In the midst of this Comyn came quietly in from the other box and took a seat beside me.
"Chartersea is here to-night," said he.
I started. "How do you know?"
"Tyers told me he turned up half an hour since. Tom asked his Grace to join our party," his Lordship laughed. "Duke said no--he was to be here only half an hour, and Tom did not push him. He told me as a joke, and thinks Chartersea came to meet some pet.i.te."
"Any one with him?" I asked.
"Yes. Tall, dark man, one eye cast,--that"s Lewis. They have come on some dirty work, Richard. Watch little Marmaduke. He has been fidgety as a cat all night."
"That"s true," said I. Looking up, I caught Dorothy"s eyes upon us, her lips parted, uneasiness and apprehension plain upon her face. Comyn dropped his voice still lower.
"I believe she suspects something," he said, rising. "Chartersea is gone off toward the Wilderness, so Tom says. You must not let little Marmaduke see him. If Manners gets up to go, I will tune up Black-eked Susan, and do you follow on some pretext. If you are not back in a reasonable time, I"ll after you."
He had been gone scant three minutes before I heard his clear voice singing, "in the Downs", and up I got, with a precipitation far from politic, and stepped out of the box. Our company stared in surprise.
But Dorothy rose clear from her chair. The terror I saw stamped upon her face haunts me yet, and I heard her call my name.
I waited for nothing. Gaining the Grand Walk, I saw Mr. Marmaduke"s insignificant figure dodging fearfully among the roughs, whose hour it was. He traversed the Cross Walk, and twenty yards farther on dived into an opening in the high hedge bounding the Wilderness. Before he had made six paces I had him by the shoulder, and he let out a shriek of fright like a woman"s.
"It is I, Richard Carvel, Mr. Manners," I said shortly. I could not keep out the contempt from my tone. "I beg a word with you."
In his condition then words were impossible. His teeth rattled again, and he trembled like a hare caught alive. I kept my hold of him, and employed the time until he should be more composed peering into the darkness. For all I knew Chartersea might be within ear-shot. But I could see nothing but black trunks of trees.
"What is it, Richard?"
"You are going to meet Chartersea," I said.
He must have seen the futility of a lie, or else was scared out of all contrivance. "Yes," he said weakly.
"You have allowed it to become the talk of London that this filthy n.o.bleman is blackmailing you for your daughter," I went on, without wasting words. "Tell me, is it, or is it not, true?"
As he did not answer, I retained a handful of the grained silk on his shoulder as a measure of precaution.
"Is this so?" I repeated.
"You must know, I suppose," he said, under his breath, and with a note of sullenness.
"I must," I said firmly. "The knowledge is the weapon need, for I, too, am going to meet Chartersea."
He ceased quivering all at once.
"You are going to meet him!" he cried, in another voice. "Yes, yes, it is so,--it is so. I will tell you all."
"Keep it to yourself, Mr. Manners," I replied, with repugnance, "I have heard all I wish. Where is he?" I demanded.
"Hold the path until you come to him. And G.o.d bless--"
I shook my head.
"No, not that! Do you go back to the company and make some excuse for me. Do not alarm them. And if you get the chance, tell Lord Comyn where to come."
I waited until I saw him under the lights of the Grand Walk, and fairly running. Then I swung on my heel. I was of two minds whether to wait for Comyn, by far the wiser course. The unthinking recklessness I had inherited drove me on.
CHAPTER XLI. THE WILDERNESS
My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and presently I made out a bench ahead, with two black figures starting from it. One I should have known on the banks of the Styx. From each came a separate oath as I stopped abreast them, and called the duke by name.
"Mr. Carvel!" he cried; "what the devil do you here, sir?"
"I am come to keep an appointment for Mr. Manners," I said. "May I speak to your Grace alone?"
He made a peculiar sound by sucking in his breath, meant for a sneering laugh.
"No," says he, "d.a.m.ned if you shall! I have nothing in common with you, sir. So love for Miss Manners has driven you mad, my young upstart. And he is not the first, Lewis."
"Nor the last, by G--," says the captain.
"I have a score to settle with you, d--n you!" cried Chartersea.
"That is why I am here, your Grace," I replied; "only you have twisted the words. There has been foul play enough. I have come to tell you," I cried, boiling with anger, "I have come to tell you there has been foul play enough with a weakling that cannot protect himself, and to put an end to your blackmail."
In the place of an oath, a hoa.r.s.e laugh of derision came out of him. But I was too angry then to note its significance. I slapped his face--nay, boxed it so that my palm stung. I heard his sword sc.r.a.ping out of the scabbard, and drew mine, stepping back to distance at the same instant.
Then, with something of a shudder, I remembered young At.w.a.ter, and a 380 brace of other instances of his villany. I looked for the captain. He was gone.
Our blades, the duke"s and mine, came together with a ring, and I felt the strength of his wrist behind his, and of his short, powerful arm.
The steel sung with our quick changes from "quarte" to "tierce". "Twas all by the feeling, without light to go by, and hatred between us left little s.p.a.ce for skill. Our lunges were furious. "Twas not long before I felt his point at my chest, but his reach was scant. All at once the music swelled up voices and laughter were wafted faintly from the pleasure world of lights beyond. But my head was filled, to the exclusion of all else, with a hatred and fury. And (G.o.d forgive me!) from between my teeth came a prayer that if I might kill this monster, I would die willingly.
Suddenly, as I pressed him, he shifted ground, and there was Lewis standing within range of my eye. His hands were nowhere--they were behind his back! G.o.d alone knows why he had not murdered me. To keep Chartersea between him and me I swung another quarter. The duke seemed to see my game, struggled against it, tried to rush in under my guard, made a vicious lunge that would have ended me then and there had he not slipped. We were both panting like wild beasts. When next I raised my eyes Lewis had faded into the darkness. Then I felt my head as wet as from a plunge, the water running on my brow, and my back twitching.
Every second I thought the sting of his sword was between my ribs. But to forsake the duke would have been the maddest of follies.
In that moment of agony came footsteps beating on the path, and by tacit consent our swords were still. We listened.
"Richard! Richard Carvel!"
For the second time in my life I thanked Heaven for that brave and loyal English heart. I called back, but my throat was dry and choked.