"Od"s, and so he can!" cried Jack. "I"ll take oath on that."
"I will lay you an hundred guineas, my Lord," says his Grace, very off-hand, "that Mr. Carvel does not sit Baltimore"s Pollux above twenty minutes."
"Done!" says Jack, before I could draw breath.
"I"ll take your Grace for another hundred," calmly added Mr. Fox.
"It seems to me, your Grace," I cried, angry all at once, "it seems to me that I am the one to whom you should address your wagers. I am not a jockey, to be put up at your whim, and to give you the chance to lose money."
Chartersea swung around my way.
"Your pardon, Mr. Carvel," said he, very coolly, very politely; "yours is the choice of the wager. And you reject it, the others must be called off."
"Slife! I double it!" I said hotly, "provided the horse is alive, and will stand up."
"Devilish well put, Richard!" Mr. Fox exclaimed, casting off his restraint.
"I give you my word the horse is alive, sir," he answered, with a mock bow; ""twas only yesterday that he killed his groom, at Hampstead."
A few moments of silence followed this revelation. It was Charles Fox who spoke first.
"I make no doubt that your Grace, as a man of honour,"--he emphasized the word forcibly,--"will not refuse to ride the horse for another twenty minutes, provided Mr. Carvel is successful. And I will lay your Grace another hundred that you are thrown, or run away with."
Truly, to cope with a wit like Mr. Fox"s, the duke had need for a longer head. He grew livid as he perceived how neatly he had been snared in his own trap.
"Done!" he cried loudly; "done, gentlemen. It only remains to hit upon time and place for the contest. I go to York to-morrow, to be back this day fortnight. And if you will do me the favour of arranging with Baltimore for the horse, I shall be obliged. I believe he intends selling it to Astley, the showman."
"And are we to keep it?" asks Mr. Fox.
"I am dealing with men of honour," says the duke, with a bow: "I need have no better a.s.surance that the horse will not be ridden in the interval."
""Od so!" said Comyn, when we were out; "very handsome of him. But I would not say as much for his Grace."
And Mr. Fox declared that the duke was no coward, but all other epithets known might be called him. "A very diverting evening, Richard," said he; "let"s to your apartments and have a bowl, and talk it over."
And thither we went.
I did not sleep much that night, but "twas of Dolly I thought rather than of Chartersea. I was abroad early, and over to inquire in Arlington Street, where I found she had pa.s.sed a good night. And I sent Banks a-hooting for some violets to send her, for I knew she loved that flower.
Between ten and eleven Mr. Fox and Comyn and I set out for Baltimore House. When you go to London, my dears, you will find a vast difference in the neighbourhood of Bloomsbury from what it was that May morning in 1770. Great Russell Street was all a sweet fragrance of gardens, mingling with the smell of the fields from the open country to the north. We drove past red Montagu House with its stone facings and dome, like a French hotel, and the cl.u.s.ter of buildings at its great gate. It had been then for over a decade the British Museum. The ground behind it was a great resort for Londoners of that day. Many a sad affair was fought there, but on that morning we saw a merry party on their way to play prisoner"s base.
Then we came to the gardens in front of Bedford House, which are now Bloomsbury Square. For my part I preferred this latter mansion to the French creation by its side, and admired its long and graceful lines.
Its windows commanded a sweep from Holborn on the south to Highgate on the north. To the east of it, along Southampton Row, a few great houses had gone up or were building; and at the far end of that was Baltimore house, overlooking her Grace of Bedford"s gardens. Beyond Lamb"s Conduit Fields stretched away to the countryside.
I own I had a lively curiosity to see that lordly ruler, the proprietor of our province, whose birthday we celebrated after his Majesty"s. Had I not been in a great measure prepared, I should have had a revulsion indeed.
When he heard that Mr. Fox and my Lord Comyn were below stairs he gave orders to show them up to his bedroom, where he received us in a night-gown embroidered with oranges. My Lord Baltimore, alas! was not much to see. He did not make the figure a ruler should as he sat in his easy chair, and whined and cursed his Swiss. He was scarce a year over forty, and he had all but run his race. Dissipation and corrosion had set their seal upon him, had stamped his yellow face with crows" feet and blotted it with pimples. But then the glimpse of a fine gentleman just out of bed of a morning, before he is made for the day, is unfair.
"Morning, Charles! Howdy, Jack!" said his Lordship, apathetically. "Glad to know you, Mr. Carvel. Heard of your family. "Slife! Wish there were more like "em in the province."
This sentiment not sitting very well upon his Lordship, I bowed, and said nothing.
"By the bye," he continued, pouring out his chocolate into the dish, "I sent a d.a.m.ned rake of a parson out there some years gone. Handsome devil, too. Never seen his match with the women, egad. "Od"s fish--"
he leered. And then added with an oath and a nod and a vile remark: "Married three times to my knowledge. Carried off dozen or so more. Some of "em for me. Many a good night I"ve had with him. Drank between us one evening at Ess.e.x"s gallon and half Champagne and Burgundy apiece. He got to know too much, y" know," he concluded, with a wicked wink. "Had to buy him up pack him off."
"His name, Fred?" said Comyn, with a smile at me.
""Sdeath! That"s it. Trouble to remember. d.a.m.ned if I can think." And he repeated this remark over and over.
"Allen?" said Comyn.
"Yes," said Baltimore; "Allen. And egad I think he"ll find h.e.l.l a hotter place than me. You know him, Mr. Carvel?"
"Yes," I replied. I said no more. I make no reservations when I avow I was never so disgusted in my life. But as I looked upon him, haggard and worn, with retribution so neat at hand, I had no words to protest or condemn.
Baltimore gave a hollow mirthless laugh, stopped short, and looked at Charles Fox.
"Curse you, Charles! I suppose you are after that little matter I owe you for quinze."
"d.a.m.n the little matter!" said Fox. "Come, get you perfumed and dressed, and order up some of your Tokay while we wait. I have to go to St.
Stephens. Mr. Carvel has come to buy your horse Pollux. He has bet Chartersea two hundred guineas he rides him for twenty minutes."
"The devil he has!" cried his Lordship, jaded no longer. "Why, you must know, Mr. Carvel, there was no groom in my stables who would sit him until Foley made me a present of his man, Miller, who started to ride him to Hyde Park. As he came out of Great Russell Street, by gads life!
the horse broke and ran out the Tottenham Court Road all the way to Hampstead. And the fiend picked out a big stone water trough and tossed Miller against it. Then they gathered up the fragments. Damme if I like to see suicide, Mr. Carvel. If Chartersea wants to kill you, let him try it in the fields behind Montagu House here."
I told his Lordship that I had made the wager, and could not in honour withdraw, though the horse had killed a dozen grooms. But already he seemed to have lost interest. He gave a languid pull at the velvet ta.s.sel on his bell-rope, ordered the wine; and, being informed that his anteroom below was full of people, had them all dismissed with the message that he was engaged upon important affairs. He told Mr. Fox he had heard of the Jerusalem Chamber, and vowed he would have a like inst.i.tution. He told me he wished the colony of Maryland in h.e.l.l; that he was worn out with the quarrels of Governor Eden and his a.s.sembly, and offered to lay a guinea that the Governor"s agent would get to him that day,--will-he, nill-he. I did not think it worth while to argue with such a man.
My Lord took three-quarters of an hour to dress, and swore he had not accomplished the feat so quickly in a year. He washed his hands and face in a silver basin, and the scent of the soap filled the room. He rated his Swiss for putting cinnamon upon his ruffles in place of attar of roses, and attempted to regale us the while with some of his choicest adventures. In more than one of these, by the way, his Grace of Chartersea figured. It was Fox who brought him up.
"See here, Baltimore," he said, "I"m not squeamish. But I"m cursed if I like to hear a man who may die any time between bottles talk so."
His Lordship took the rebuke with an oath, and presently hobbled down the stairs of the great and silent house to the stable court, where two grooms were in waiting with the horse. He was an animal of amazing power, about sixteen hands, and dapple gray in colour. And it required no special knowledge to see that he had a devil inside him. It gleamed wickedly out of his eye.
""Od"s life, Richard!" cried Charles, "he has a Jew nose; by all the seven tribes I bid you "ware of him."
"You have but to ride him with a gold bit, Richard," said Comyn, "and he is a kitten, I"ll warrant."
At that moment Pollux began to rear and kick, so that it took both the "ostlers to hold him.
"Show him a sovereign," suggested Fox. "How do you feel, Richard?"
"I never feared a horse yet," I said with perfect truth, "nor do I fear this one, though I know he may kill me."
"I"ll lay you twenty pounds you have at least one bone broken, and ten that you are killed," Baltimore puts in querulously, from the doorway.
"I"ll do this, my Lord," I answered. "If I ride him, he is mine. If he throws me, I give you twenty pounds for him."
The gentlemen laughed, and Baltimore vowed he could sell the horse to Astley for fifty; that Pollux was the son of Renown, of the Duke of Kingston"s stud, and much more. But Charles rallied him out by a reference to the debt at quinze, and an appeal to his honour as a sportsman. And swore he was discouraging one of the prettiest encounters that would take place in England for many a long day. And so the horse was sent to the stables of the White Horse Cellar, in Piccadilly, and left there at my order.