"And have you visited your friend Mr Tate?"
As I live, the fellow went suddenly pale, and the bottles clinked in his basket from the shaking of his hand. Yet I spoke mildly enough.
"I--I have seen him but once or twice, sir, since I learnt that he was in the town. I thought you did not wish me to see him."
"Nay, you can see him as much as you like, as long as I don"t," I answered in a careless tone, but keeping an attentive eye on Jonah. His perturbation seemed strange. If Phineas" business were only the conversion of Mistress Gwyn, what reason had Jonah Wall to go white as Dover cliffs over it?
We came to the Castle and I dismissed him, bidding him stow his load safely in my quarters. Then I repaired to the Duke of Monmouth"s apartments, wondering in what mood I should find him after last night"s rebuff. Little did he think that I had been a witness of it. I entered his room; he was sitting in his chair, with him was Carford. The Duke"s face was as glum and his air as ill-tempered as I could wish. Carford"s manner was subdued, calm, and sympathetic. They were talking earnestly as I entered but ceased their conversation at once. I offered my services.
"I have no need of you this morning, Simon," answered the Duke. "I"m engaged with Lord Carford."
I retired. But of a truth that morning every one in the Castle was engaged with someone else. At every turn I came on couples in anxious consultation. The approach of an intruder brought immediate silence, the barest civility delayed him, his departure was received gladly and was signal for renewed consultation. Well, the King sets the mode, and the King, I heard, was closeted with Madame and the Duke of York.
But not with M. de Perrencourt. There was a hundred feet of the wall, with a guard at one end and a guard at the other, and mid-way between them a solitary figure stood looking down on Dover town and thence out to sea. In an instant I recognised him, and a great desire came over me to speak to him. He was the foremost man alive in that day, and I longed to speak with him. To have known the great is to have tasted the true flavour of your times. But how to pa.s.s the sentries? Their presence meant that M. de Perrencourt desired privacy. I stepped up to one and offered to pa.s.s. He barred the way.
"But I"m in the service of his Grace the Duke of Monmouth," I expostulated.
"If you were in the service of the devil himself you couldn"t pa.s.s here without the King"s order," retorted the fellow.
"Won"t his head serve as well as his order?" I asked, slipping a crown into his hand. "Come, I"ve a message from his Grace for the French gentleman. Yes, it"s private. Deuce take it, do fathers always know of their sons" doings?"
"No, nor sons all their father"s sometimes," he chuckled. "Along with you quick, and run if you hear me whistle; it will mean my officer is coming."
I was alone in the sacred s.p.a.ce with M. de Perrencourt. I a.s.sumed an easy air and sauntered along, till I was within a few yards of him.
Hearing my step then, he looked round with a start and asked peremptorily,
"What"s your desire, sir?"
By an avowal of himself, even by quoting the King"s order, he could banish me. But if his cue were concealment and ignorance of the order, why, I might indulge my curiosity.
"Like your own, sir," I replied courteously, "a breath of fresh air and a sight of the sea."
He frowned a little, but I gave him no time to speak.
"That fellow though," I pursued, "gave me to understand that none might pa.s.s; yet the King is not here, is he?"
"Then how did you pa.s.s, sir?" asked M. de Perrencourt, ignoring my last question.
"Why, with a lie, sir," I answered. "I said I had a message for you from the Duke of Monmouth, and the fool believed me. But we gentlemen in attendance must stand by one another. You"ll not betray me? Your word on it?"
A slow smile broke across his face.
"No, I"ll not betray you," said he. "You speak French well, sir."
"So M. de Fontelles, whom I met at Canterbury, told me. Do you chance to know him, sir?"
M. de Perrencourt did not start now; I should have been disappointed if he had.
"Very well," he answered. "If you"re his friend, you"re mine." He held out his hand.
"I take it on false pretences," said I with a laugh, as I shook it. "For we came near to quarrelling, M. de Fontelles and I."
"Ah, on what point?"
"A nothing, sir."
"Nay, but tell me."
"Indeed I will not, if you"ll pardon me."
"Sir, I wish to know. I ins--I beg." A stare from me had stopped the "insist" when it was half-way through his lips. On my soul, he flushed!
I tell my children sometimes how I made him flush; the thing was not done often. Yet his confusion was but momentary, and suddenly, I know not how, I in my turn became abashed with the cold stare of his eyes, and when he asked me my name, I answered baldly, with never a bow and never a flourish, "Simon Dale."
"I have heard your name," said he gravely. Then he turned round and began looking at the sea again.
Now, had he been wearing his own clothes (if I may so say) this conduct would have been appropriate enough; it would have been a dismissal and I should have pa.s.sed on my way. But a man should be consistent in his disguises, and from M. de Perrencourt, gentleman-in-waiting, the behaviour was mighty uncivil. Yet my revenge must be indirect.
"Is it true, sir," I asked, coming close to him, "that the King of France is yonder at Calais? So it"s said."
"I believe it to be true," answered M. de Perrencourt.
"I wish he had come over," I cried. "I should love to see him, for they say he"s a very proper man, although he"s somewhat short."
M. de Perrencourt did not turn his head, but again I saw his cheek flush. To speak of his low stature was, I had heard Monmouth say, to commit the most dire offence in King Louis" eyes.
"Now, how tall is the King, sir?" I asked. "Is he tall as you, sir?"
M. de Perrencourt was still silent. To tell the truth, I began to be a little uneasy; there were cells under the Castle, and I had need to be at large for the coming few days.
"For," said I, "they tell such lies concerning princes."
Now he turned towards me, saying,
"There you"re right, sir. The King of France, is of middle size, about my own height."
For the life of me I could not resist it. I said nothing with my tongue, but for a moment I allowed my eyes to say, "But then you"re short, sir."
He understood, and for the third time he flushed.
"I thought as much," said I, and with a bow I began to walk on.
But, as ill-luck would have it, I was not to come clear off from my indiscretion. In a moment I should have been out of sight. But as I started I saw a gentleman pa.s.s the guard, who stood at the salute. It was the King; escape was impossible. He walked straight up to me, bowing carelessly in response to M. de Perrencourt"s deferential inclination of his person.
"How come you here, Mr Dale?" he asked abruptly. "The guard tells me that he informed you of my orders and that you insisted on pa.s.sing."
M. de Perrencourt felt that his turn was come; he stood there smiling. I found nothing to say; if I repeated my fiction of a message, the French gentleman, justly enraged, would betray me.
"M. de Perrencourt seemed lonely, sir," I answered at last.