"Remember it!" I repeated, with emphasis, "I"ll warrant I can give you every bit of our talk."
"I have seen many men since, but never have I met your equal for a most d.a.m.nable frankness, Richard Carvel. Even Jack, here, is not half so blunt and uncompromising. But you took my fancy--G.o.d knows why!--that first night I clapped eyes on you in Arlington Street, and I loved you when your simplicity made us that speech at Brooks"s Club. So you have not forgotten that morning under the trees, when the dew was on the gra.s.s. Faith, I am glad of it. What children we were!" he said, and sighed.
"And yet you were a Junior Lord," I said.
"Which is more than I am now," he answered. "Somehow--you may laugh--somehow I have never been able to shake off the influence of your words, Richard. Your cursed earnestness scared me."
"Scared you?" I cried, in astonishment.
"Just that," said Charles. "Jack will bear witness that I have said so to Dolly a score of times. For I had never imagined such a single character as yours. You know we were all of us rakes at fifteen, to whom everything good in the universe was a joke. And do you recall the teamster we met by the Park, and how he arrested his salute when he saw who it was? At another time I should have laughed over that, but it cut me to have it happen when you were along."
"And I"ll lay an hundred guineas to a farthing the fellow would put his head on the block for Charles now," cut in his Lordship, with his hand on Mr. Fox"s shoulder. "Behold, O Prophet," he cried, "one who is become the champion of the People he reviled! Behold the friend of Rebellion and "Lese Majeste", the viper in Britannia"s bosom!"
"Oh, have done, Jack," said Mr. Fox, impatiently, "you have no more music in your soul than a cow. d.a.m.ned little virtue attaches to it, Richard," he went on. "North threw me out, and the king would have nothing to do with me, so I had to pick up with you rebels and traitors."
"You will not believe him, Richard," cried my Lord; "you have only to look at him to see that he lies. Take note of the ragged uniform of the rebel army he carries, and then think of him "en pet.i.te maitre", with his cabriolet and his chestnuts. Egad, he might be as rich as Rigby were it not for those principles which he chooses to deride. And I have seen him reduced to a crown for them. I tell you, Richard," said my Lord, "by espousing your cause Charles is become greater than the King. For he has the hearts of the English people, which George has not, and the allegiance of you Americans, which George will never have. And if you once heard him, in Parliament, you should hear him now, and see the Speaker wagging his wig like a man bewitched, and hear friends and enemies calling out for him to go on whenever he gives the sign of a pause."
This speech of his Lordship"s may seem cold in the writing, my dears, and you who did not know him may wonder at it. It had its birth in an admiration few men receive, and which in Charles Fox"s devoted coterie was dangerously near to idolatry. During the recital of it Charles walked to the window, and there stood looking out upon the gray prospect, seemingly paying but little attention. But when Comyn had finished, he wheeled on us with a smile.
"Egad, he will be telling you next that I have renounced the devil and all his works, Richard," said he.
""Oohs, that I will not," his Lordship made haste to declare. "For they were born in him, and will die with him."
"And you, Jack," I asked, "how is it that you are not in arms for the King, and commanding one of his frigates?"
"Why, it is Charles"s fault," said my Lord, smiling. "Were it not for him I should be helping Sir George Collier lay waste to your coast towns."
CHAPTER LV. "THE LOVE OF A MAID FOR A MAN"
The next morning, when Dr. Barry had gone, Mrs. Manners propped me up in bed and left me for a little, so she said. Then who should come in with my breakfast on a tray but my lady herself, looking so fresh and beautiful that she startled me vastly.
"A penny for your thoughts, Richard," she cried. "Why, you are as grave as a screech-owl this brave morning."
"To speak truth, Dolly," said I, "I was wondering how the commodore is to get away from the Texel, with half the British navy lying in wait outside."
"Do not worry your head about that," said she, setting down the tray; "it will be mere child"s play to him. Oh but I should like to see your commodore again, and tell him how much I love him.
"I pray that you may have the chance," I replied.
With a marvellous quickness she had tied the napkin beneath my chin, not so much as looking at the knot. Then she stepped to the mantel and took down one of Mr. Wedgwood"s cups and dishes, and wiping them with her ap.r.o.n, filled the cup with fragrant tea, which she tendered me with her eyes sparkling.
"Your Excellency is the first to be honoured with this service," says she, with a curtsey.
I was as a man without a tongue, my hunger gone from sheer happiness--and fright. And yet eating the breakfast with a relish because she had made it. She busied herself about the room, dusting here and tidying there, and anon throwing a glance at me to see if I needed anything. My eyes followed her hither and thither. When I had finished, she undid the napkin, and brushed the crumbs from the coverlet.
"You are not going?" I said, with dismay.
"Did you wish anything more, sir?" she asked.
"Oh, Dorothy," I cried, "it is you I want, and you will not come near me."
For an instant she stood irresolute. Then she put down the tray and came over beside me.
"Do you really want me, sir?"
"Dorothy," I began, "I must first tell you that I have some guess at the sacrifice you are making for my sake, and of the trouble and danger which I bring you."
Without more ado she put her hand over my mouth.
"No," she said, reddening, "you shall tell me nothing of the sort."
I seized her hand, however it struggled, and holding it fast, continued:
"And I have learned that you have been watching with me by night, and working by day, when you never should have worked at all. To think that you should be reduced to that, and I not know it!"
Her eyes sought mine for a fleeting second.
"Why, you silly boy, I have made a fortune out of my cookery. And fame, too, for now am I known from Mary-le-bone to Chelsea, while before my name was unheard of out of little Mayfair. Indeed, I would not have missed the experience for a lady-in-waiting-ship. I have learned a deal since I saw you last, sir. I know that the world, like our Continental money, must not be taken for the price that is stamped upon it. And as for the watching with you," said my lady, "that had to be borne with as cheerfully as might be. Since I had sent off for you, I was in duty bound to do my share toward your recovery. I was even going to add that this watching was a pleasure,--our curate says the sense of duty performed is sure to be. But you used to cry out the most terrifying things to frighten me: the pattering of blood and the b.u.mping of bodies on the decks, and the black rivulets that ran and ran and ran and never stopped; and strange, rough commands I could not understand; and the name of your commodore whom you love so much. And often you would repeat over and over: "I have not yet begun, to fight, I have not yet begun to fight!""
"Yes, "twas that he answered when they asked him if he had struck," I exclaimed.
"It must have been an awful scene," she said, and her shoulders quivered. "When you were at your worst you would talk of it, and sometimes of what happened to you in London, of that ride in Hyde Park, or--or of Vauxhall," she continued hurriedly. "And when I could bear it no longer, I would take your hand and call you by name, and often quiet you thus."
"And did I speak of aught else?" I asked eagerly.
"Oh, yes. When you were caliper, it would be of your childhood, of your grandfather and your birthdays, of Captain Clapsaddle, and of Patty and her father."
"And never of Dolly, I suppose."
She turned away her head.
"And never of Dolly?"
"I will tell you what you said once, Richard," she answered, her voice dropping very low. "I was sitting by the window there, and the dawn was coming. And suddenly I heard you cry: "Patty, when I return will you be my wife?" I got up and came to your side, and you said it again, twice."
The room was very still. And the vision of Patty in the parlour of Gordon"s Pride, knitting my woollen stocking, rose before me.
"Yes," I said at length, "I asked her that the day before I left for the war. G.o.d bless her! She has the warmest heart in the world, and the most generous nature. Do you know what her answer was, Dorothy?"
"No." "Twas only her lips moving that formed the word. She was twisting absently the ta.s.sel of the bed curtain.
"She asked me if I loved her."
My lady glanced up with a start, then looked me searchingly through and through.
"And you?" she said, in the same inaudible way.