And just then Banks announced Mr. Dix.
"Let him wait," said I, greatly disturbed.
"Show him up!" said my Lord, peremptorily.
"No, no!" I protested; "he can wait. We shall have no business now."
But Banks was gone. And I found out, long afterward, that it was put up between them.
The agent swaggered in with that easy a.s.surance he a.s.sumed whenever he got the upper hand. He was the would-be squire once again, in top-boots and a frock. I have rarely seen a man put out of countenance so easily as was Mr. Dix that morning when he met his Lordship"s fixed gaze from the arm-chair.
"And so you are turned Jew?" says he, tapping his snuffbox. "Before you go ahead so fast again, you will please to remember, d--n you, that Mr.
Carvel is the kind that does not lose his friends with his fortune."
Mr. Dix made a salaam, which was so ludicrous in a squire that my Lord roared with laughter, and I feared for his wound.
"A man must live, my Lord," sputtered the agent. His discomfiture was painful.
"At the expense of another," says Comyn, dryly. "That is your motto in Change Alley."
"If you will permit, Jack, I must have a few words in private with Mr.
Dix," I cut in uneasily.
His Lordship would be d.a.m.ned first. "I am not accustomed to be thwarted, Richard, I tell you. Ask the dowager if I have not always had my way. I am not going to stand by and see a man who saved my life fall into the clutches of an usurer. Yes, I said usurer, Mr. Dix. My attorney, Mr.
Kennett, of Lincoln"s Inn, has instructions to settle with you."
And, despite all I could say, he would not budge an inch. At last I submitted under the threat that he would never after have a word to say to me. By good luck, when I had paid into Mr. Dix"s hand the thousand pounds I had received from Charles Fox, and cleared my outstanding bills, the sum I remained in Comyn"s debt was not greatly above seven hundred pounds. And that was the end of Mr. Dix for me; when he had backed himself out in chagrin at having lost his ten per centum, my feelings got the better of me. The water rushed to my eyes, and I turned my back upon his Lordship. To conceal his own emotions he fell to swearing like mad.
"Fox will get you something," he said at length, when he was a little calmed.
I told him, sadly, that my duty took me to America.
"And Dorothy?" he said; "you will leave her?"
I related the whole miserable story (all save the part of the locket), for I felt that I owed it him. His excitement grew as he listened, until I had to threaten to stop to keep him quiet. But when I had done, he saw nothing but good to come of it.
""Od"s life! Richard, lad, come here!" he cried. "Give me your hand.
Why, you a.s.s, you have won a thousand times over what you lost. She loves you! Did I not say so? And as for that intriguing little puppy, her father, you have pulled his teeth, egad. She heard what you said to him, you tell me. Then he will never deceive her again, my word on"t.
And Chartersea may come back to London, and be d.a.m.ned."
CHAPTER XLIII. ANNAPOLIS ONCE MORE
Three days after that I was at sea, in the Norfolk packet, with the farewells of my loyal English friends ringing in my ears. Captain Graham, the master of the packet, and his pa.s.sengers found me but a poor companion. But they had heard of my misfortune, and vied with each other in heaping kindnesses upon me. Nor did they intrude on my walks in the night watches, to see me slipping a locket from under my waistcoat--ay, and raising it to my lips. "Twas no doubt a blessing that I had lesser misfortunes to share my attention. G.o.d had put me in the way of looking forward rather than behind, and I was sure that my friends in Annapolis would help me to an honest living, and fight my cause against Grafton.
Banks was with me. The devoted soul did his best to cheer me, tho"
downcast himself at leaving England. To know what to do with him gave me many an anxious moment. I doubted not that I could get him into a service, but when I spoke of such a thing he burst into tears, and demanded whether I meant to throw him off. Nor was any argument of mine of use.
After a fair and uneventful voyage of six weeks, I beheld again my native sh.o.r.es in the low spits of the Virginia capes. The sand was very hot and white, and the waters of the Chesapeake rolled like oil under the July sun. We were all day getting over to Yorktown, the ship"s destination. A schooner was sailing for Annapolis early the next morning, and I barely had time to get off my baggage and catch her. We went up the bay with a fresh wind astern, which died down at night.
The heat was terrific after England and the sea-voyage, and we slept on the deck. And Banks sat, most of the day, exclaiming at the vast scale on which this new country was laid out, and wondering at the myriad islands we pa.s.sed, some of them fair with grain and tobacco; and at the low-lying sh.o.r.es clothed with forests, and broken by the salt marshes, with now and then the manor-house of some gentleman-planter visible on either side. Late on the second day I beheld again the cliffs that mark the mouth of the Severn, then the sail-dotted roads and the roofs of Annapolis.
We landed, Banks and I, in a pinnace from the schooner, and so full was my heart at the sight of the old objects that I could only gulp now and then, and utter never a word. There was the dock where I had paced up and down near the whole night, when Dolly had sailed away; and Pryse the coachmaker"s shop, and the little balcony upon which I had stood with my grandfather, and railed in a boyish tenor at Mr. Hood. The sun cast sharp, black shadows. And it being the middle of the dull season, when the quality were at their seats, and the dinner-hour besides, the town might have been a deserted one for its stillness, as tho" the inhabitants had walked out of it, and left it so. I made my way, Banks behind me, into Church Street, past the "Ship" tavern, which brought memories of the brawl there, and of Captain Clapsaddle forcing the mob, like chaff, before his sword. The bees were humming idly over the sweet-scented gardens, and Farris, the clock-maker, sat at his door, and nodded. He jerked his head as I went by with a cry of "Lord, it is Mr.
Richard back!" and I must needs pause, to let him bow over my hand.
Farther up the street I came to mine host of the Coffee House standing on his steps, with his hands behind his back.
"Mr. Claude," I said.
He looked at me as tho" I had risen from the dead.
"G.o.d save us!" he shouted, in a voice that echoed through the narrow street. "G.o.d save us!"
He seemed to go all to pieces. To my bated questions he replied at length, when he had got his breath, that Captain Clapsaddle had come to town but the day before, and was even then in the coffee-room at his dinner. Alone? Yes, alone. Almost tottering, I mounted the steps, and turned in at the coffee-room door, and stopped. There sat the captain at a table, the roast and wine untouched before him, his waistcoat thrown open. He was staring out of the open window into the inn garden beyond, with its shade of cherry trees. Mr. Claude"s cry had not disturbed his reveries, nor our talk after it. I went forward. I touched him on the shoulder, and he sprang up, and looked once into my face, and by some trick of the mind uttered the very words Mr. Claude had used.
"G.o.d save us! Richard!" And he opened his arms and strained me to his great chest, calling my name again and again, while the tears coursed down the furrows of his cheeks. For I marked the furrows for the first time, and the wrinkles settling in his forehead and around his eyes.
What he said when he released me, nor my replies, can I remember now, but at last he called, in his ringing voice, to mine host:
"A bottle from your choicest bin, Claude! Some of Mr. Bordley"s. For he that was lost is found."
The hundred questions I had longed to ask were forgotten. A peace stole upon me that I had not felt since I had looked upon his face before.
The wine was brought by Mr. Claude, and opened, and it was mine host who broke the silence, and the spell.
"Your very good health, Mr. Richard," he said; "and may you come to your own again!"
"I drink it with all my heart, Richard," replied Captain Daniel. But he glanced at me sadly, and his honest nature could put no hope into his tone. "We have got him back again, Mr. Claude. And G.o.d has answered our prayers. So let us be thankful." And he sat down in silence, gazing at me in pity and tenderness, while Mr. Claude withdrew. "I can give you but a sad welcome home, my lad," he said presently, with a hesitation strange to him. ""Tis not the first bad news I have had to break in my life to your family, but I pray it may be the last." He paused. I knew he was thinking of the black tidings he had once brought my mother.
"Richard, your grandfather is dead," he ended abruptly.
I nodded wonderingly.
"What!" he exclaimed; "you have heard already?"
"Mr. Manners told me, in London," I said, completely mystified.
"London!" he cried, starting forward. "London and Mr. Manners! Have you been to London?"
"You had my letters to Mr. Carvel?" I demanded, turning suddenly sick.
His eye flashed.
"Never a letter. We mourned you for dead, Richard. This is Grafton"s work!" he cried, springing to his feet and striking the table with his great fist, so that the dishes jumped. "Grafton Carvel, the prettiest villain in these thirteen colonies! Oh, we shall hang him some day."
"Then Mr. Carvel died without knowing that I was safe?" I interrupted.
"On that I"ll lay all my worldly goods," replied Captain Daniel, emphatically. "If any letters came to Marlboro" Street from you, Mr.
Carvel never dropped eyes on "em."