He laughed, but I caught vexation in his laugh.
"True, you"re teachable, Simon," said he.
CHAPTER VIII
MADNESS, MAGIC, AND MOONSHINE
When the curtain had fallen on the little-heeded play and the gay crowd began to disperse, I, perceiving that no more was to be seen or learnt, went home to my lodging alone. After our conversation Darrell had left me abruptly, and I saw him no more. But my own thoughts gave me occupation enough; for even to a dull mind, and one unversed in Court intrigues, it seemed plain that more hung on this expedition to Dover than the meeting of the King"s sister with her brother. So far all men were of the same opinion; beyond, their variance began. I had not thought to trouble my head about it, but, not having learnt yet that a small man lives most comfortably with the great by opening his eyes and ears only when bidden and keeping them tight locked for the rest, I was inspired with eagerness to know the full meaning of the scene in which I was now to play a part, however humble. Of one thing at least I was glad--here I touched on a matter more suitable to my condition--and this was that since Barbara Quinton was to go to Dover, I was to go also. But, alas, neither here did perplexity lag far behind! It is easy to know that you are glad to be with a lady; your very blood tells you; but to say why is often difficult. I told myself that my sole cause for pleasure lay in the services I might be able to render to my old friend"s daughter; she would want me to run her errands and do her bidding; an attentive cavalier, however lowly, seldom comes amiss; these pleas I muttered to myself, but swelling pride refused them, and for once reason came as pride"s ally, urging that in such company as would a.s.semble at Dover a girl might well need protection, no less than compliments. It was true; my new master"s bearing to her shewed how true. And Carford was not, it seemed, a jealous lover. I was no lover--my life was vowed to another most unhappy love--but I was a gentleman, and (sweet thought!) the hour might come when the face which had looked so mockingly at me to-night should turn again in appeal to the wit and arm of Simon Dale. I grew taller as I thought of that, and, coming just then to my own door, rapped with my cane as loudly and defiantly as though I had been the Duke of Monmouth himself, and not a gentleman in his suite.
Loud as my rapping was, it brought no immediate answer. Again I knocked; then feet came shuffling along the pa.s.sage. I had aroused my sleepy wretch; doubtless he would come groaning (for Jonah might not curse save in the way of religion), and rubbing his eyes, to let me in. The door opened and Jonah appeared; his eyes were not dull with sleep but seemed to blaze with some strong excitement; he had not been to his bed, for his dress was not disordered, and a light burnt bright in my parlour. To crown all, from the same parlour came the sound of a psalm most shrilly and villainously chanted through the nose in a voice familiar to my ears. I, unlike my servant, had not bound myself against an oath where the case called, and with a round one that sent Jonah"s eyes in agony up to the ceiling I pushed by him and ran into the parlour. A sonorous "Amen" came pat with my entrance; Phineas Tate stood before me, lean and pale, but calm and placid.
"What in the devil"s name brings you here?" I cried.
"The service of G.o.d," he answered solemnly.
"What, does it forbid sleep at nights?"
"Have you been sleeping, young man?" he asked, pertinently enough, as I must allow.
"I have been paying my respects to His Majesty," said I.
"G.o.d forgive him and you," was the retort.
"Perhaps, sir, perhaps not," I replied, for I was growing angry. "But I have asked your intercession no more than has the King. If Jonah brought you here, it was without my leave; I beg you to take your departure.--Jonah, hold the door there for Mr Tate."
The man raised his hand impressively.
"Hear my message first," he said. "I am sent unto you, that you may turn from sin. For the Lord has appointed you to be his instrument. Even now the plot is laid, even now men conspire to bring this kingdom again into the bondage of Rome. Have you no ears, have you no eyes, are you blind and deaf? Turn to me, and I will make you see and hear. For it is given to me to show you the way."
I was utterly weary of the fellow, and, in despair of getting quit of him, flung myself into a chair. But his next words caught my attention.
"The man who lives here with you--what of him? Is he not an enemy of G.o.d?"
"Mr Darrell is of the Romish faith," said I, smiling in spite of myself, for a kinder soul than Darrell I had never met.
Phineas came close to me, leaning over me with an admonishing forefinger and a mysterious air.
"What did he want with you?" he asked. "Yet cleave to him. Be where he is, go where he goes."
"If it comforts you, I am going where he goes," said I, yawning. "For we are both going to Dover when the King goes."
"It is G.o.d"s finger and G.o.d"s will!" cried Phineas, catching me by the shoulder.
"Enough!" I shouted, leaping up. "Keep your hands off me, man, if you can"t keep your tongue. What is it to you that we go to Dover?"
"Aye, what?" came suddenly in Darrell"s voice. He stood in the doorway with a fierce and angry frown on his face. A moment later he was across the room and laid his hand on Phineas. "Do you want another cropping of your ears?" he asked.
"Do your will on me," cried the fanatic. And sweeping away his lanky hair he showed his ears; to my horror they had been cropped level across their tops by the shears. "Do your will," he shrieked, "I am ready. But your hour comes also, yea, your cup shall soon be full."
Darrell spoke to him in low stern tones.
"It may be more than ears, if you will not bridle your tongue. It"s not for you to question why the King comes or goes."
I saw Jonah"s face at the door, pale with fright as he looked at the two men. The interest of the scene grew on me; the talk of Dover seemed to pursue me strangely.
"But this young man," pursued Phineas, utterly unmoved by Darrell"s threat, "is not of you; he shall be s.n.a.t.c.hed from the burning, and by his hand the Lord will work a great deliverance."
Darrell turned to me and said stiffly:
"This room is yours, sir, not mine. Do you suffer the presence of this mischievous knave?"
"I suffer what I can"t help," I answered. "Mr Tate doesn"t ask my pleasure in his coming and going any more than the King asks Mr Tate"s in his."
"It would do you no good, sir, to have it known that he was here,"
Darrell reminded me with a significant nod of his head.
Darrell had been a good friend to me and had won my regard, but, from an infirmity of temper that I have touched on before, his present tone set me against him. I take reproof badly, and age has hardly tamed me to it.
"No good with whom?" I asked, smiling. "The Duke of York? My Lord Arlington? Or do you mean the Duke of Monmouth? It is he whom I have to please now."
"None of them love Ranters," answered Darrell, keeping his face stiff and inscrutable.
"But one of them may prefer a Ranter to a Papist," laughed I.
The thrust told, Darrell grew red. To myself I seemed to have hit suddenly on the key of a mystery. Was I then a p.a.w.n in the great game of the Churches, and Darrell another, and (to speak it with all due respect), these grand dukes little better? Had Phineas Tate also his place on the board where souls made the stakes? In such a game none is too low for value, none too high for use. Surely my finger was on the spring! At least I had confounded Darrell; his enemy, taking my help readily enough, glared on him in most unchristian exultation, and then, turning to me, cried in a species of fierce ecstasy,
"Think not that because you are unworthy you shall not serve G.o.d. The work sanctifies the instrument, yea, it makes clean that which is foul.
Verily, at His hour, G.o.d may work through a woman of sin." And he fixed his eyes intently on me.
I read a special meaning in his words; my thoughts flew readily to the c.o.c.k and Pie in Drury Lane.
"Yea, through a woman of sin," he repeated slowly and solemnly; then he faced round, swift as the wind, on Darrell, and, minding my friend"s sullen scowl not a whit, cried to him, "Repent, repent, vengeance is near!" and so at last was out of the room before either of us could hinder him, had we wished, or could question him further. I heard the house-door shut behind him, and I rose, looking at Darrell with an easy smile.
"Madness and moonshine, good friend," said I. "Don"t let it disturb you.
If Jonah admits the fellow again he shall answer for it."
"Indeed, Mr Dale, when I prayed you to share my lodging, I did not foresee the nature of your company."
"Fate more than choice makes a man"s company," said I. "Now it"s you, now Phineas, now my lord the Secretary, and now his Grace the Duke.
Indeed, seeing how destiny--or, if you will, chance--rules, a man may well be thought a fool who makes a plan or chooses a companion. For my own part, I am fate"s child and fate shall guide me."
He was still stiff and cold with me, but my friendly air and my evident determination to have no quarrel won him to civility if to no warmer demonstration of regard.
"Fate"s child?" he asked with a little scorn, but seating himself and smoothing his brow. "You"re fate"s child? Isn"t that an arrogant speech, Simon?"