"Have the goodness just to let them alone, my good fellow; as I"m to drive, I prefer putting them my own way, if you have no objection."
"Well, as you please; good-night."
"Miller"s coming to my rooms when he gets home; if you like to look in with him, you"ll find some supper, I dare say."
Horace continued rather sulky for the first few miles, and only opened to anathematise, briefly but comprehensively, steeple-chases, tandems, deans and tutors, and "fellows like Hurst." I thought it best to let him cool down a little; so, after this ebullition, we rattled on in silence as long as his first cigar lasted.
"Come," said I, as I gave him a light, "we got rid of our friend"s company pretty cleverly, thanks to your cousin."
"Ay, I told you I"d take care of that; ha, ha! poor Hurst! he little bargained, when he ordered his team, how precious little driving he was to get out of it; a strong instance of the vanity of human expectations.
I wish him joy of it, stuck up in an old barn, as I suppose he is by this time, gaping at a set of strolling players; how Flora will laugh at him! I really shouldn"t wonder if she were to tell him, before the evening is over, how nicely he has been humbugged, just for the fun of it!"
"At all events," said I, "I think we must have a laugh at him to-night when he comes home; though he"s such a good-tempered fellow, it"s rather a shame, too."
It was very plain, however, that it was not quite such a good joke to Master Horace himself as he was trying to make out; and that, in point of fact, he would have considerably preferred being seated, as Hurst probably was at that moment, by his pretty cousin"s side in the B---- theatre, wherever and whatever that might chance to be (even with the full expectation of being laughed at afterwards), to holding the reins of the best team that ever was turned out of Oxford.
We reached Oxford just in time to hear the first stroke of "Old Tom." By the time I joined Leicester in his rooms, supper was ready, and most of the party a.s.sembled. The sport of the day was duly discussed; those who knew least about such matters being proportionately the most noisy and positive in giving their opinions. One young hero of eighteen, fresh from Winchester, in all the importance of a probationary Fellow of New College, explained for our benefit, by the help of the forks and salt-cellars, the line which the horses undoubtedly ought to have taken, and which they did not take; until one of his old schoolfellows, who was present, was provoked to treat us to an anecdote of the young gentleman"s first appearance in the hunting-field--no longer ago than the last term--when he mistook the little rough Scotch terrier that always accompanied ----"s pack for the fox, and tally-ho"d him so l.u.s.tily as to draw upon himself sundry very energetic, but not very complimentary, remarks from the well-known master of the hounds. By degrees Leicester recovered his usual good-humour; and supper pa.s.sed over, and several songs had been sung with the usual amount of applause (except one very sentimental one which had no chorus), and we had got pretty deep into punch and politics, without Hurst"s name having once been mentioned by either of us. A knock at the oak, and in walked Fane.
"So you"re come back at last?" said Horace. "Sit down, if you can find room. Allow me to introduce your left-hand neighbour--Powell of Merton,--Fane, one of our brightest ornaments; quite the _spes gregis_ we consider him; pa.s.sed his little go, and started a pink only last week; give him a gla.s.s of punch. Perhaps you are not aware we"ve been drinking your health. But, by the way, Fane, where"s our friend Wellington?"
"Who?" said Fane; "what on earth are you talking about?"
"Wellington Hurst; didn"t _you_ bring him home with you?"
"Certainly not; didn"t you bring him home?"
"No; Miller promised me he should have a seat inside your drag, because we could not wait for him; did you stay to the play?"
"Yes, and capital fun it was; by the way, the last time I saw your friend Hurst was mounted up in a red baise place that was railed off for the patrons and patronesses, as they called them; there he was in the front row, doing the civil to a very odd-looking old dowager in bright blue velvet, with a neck like an ostrich."
"Thank you," said Leicester, "that"s my aunt."
"Well, on that ground, we"ll drink her health," said Fane, whose coolness was proverbial. "There was Hurst, however, sitting between her and an uncommonly pretty girl, with dark hair and eyes, dressed in--let me see"----
"Never mind; it was one of my cousins, I suppose," interposed Horace, who was engaged in lighting a cigar at the candle, apparently with more zeal than success.
"Well, we"ll drink _her_ health for her own sake, if you have no particular objection. I"ve no doubt the rest of the company will take my word for her being the prettiest girl on the ground to-day; Hurst would second me if he were here, for I never saw a man making love more decidedly in my life."
"Stuff!" said Horace, pitching his cigar into the fire; "pa.s.s that punch."
"What! jealous, Leicester?" said two or three of the party--"preserved ground, eh?"
"Not at all, not at all," said Horace, trying with a very bad grace to laugh off his evident annoyance; "at all events, I don"t consider Hurst a very formidable poacher; but what I want to know is, how he didn"t come home with Miller and your party?"
"Miller said he was coming up directly, so you can ask him; I really heard nothing of it. Hark, there are steps coming up the staircase now."
It proved to be Miller himself, followed by the under-porter, a good-tempered fellow, who was the factotum of the under-graduates at late hours, when the ordinary staff of servants had left college for the night.
"How are you, Leicester?" said he, as he walked straight to the little pantry, or "scouts" room," immediately opposite the door, which forms part of the usual suite of college apartments; "come here, Bob."
"Where"s Hurst?" was Horace"s impatient query.
"Wait a bit," replied Miller from inside, where he was rattling the plates in the course of investigating the remains of the supper--he was not the man to go to bed supperless after a twelve miles" drive. "Here, Bob," he continued, as he emerged at last with a cold fowl--"take this fellow down with you, and grill him in no time; here"s a lump of b.u.t.ter--and Harvey"s sauce--and--where do you keep the pickled mushrooms, Leicester? here they are--make a little gravy; and here, Bob--it"s a cold night--here"s a gla.s.s of wine; now you"ll drink Mr Leicester"s health, and vanish."
Bob drank the toast audibly, floored his tumbler of port at two gulps, and departed.
"Now," said Horace, "do just tell me--what _is_ become of Hurst? how didn"t you bring him home?"
"Confound it!" said Miller, as he looked into all the jugs--"no whisky punch?"
"Oh, really I forgot it; here"s bishop, and that brandy punch is very good. But how didn"t he come home with you?"
"Forgot it!" soliloquised Miller pathetically.
"Forgot it? how the deuce came you to forget it? and how will he come now?" rejoined Horace.
"How came _you_ to forget it? I was talking about the whisky punch,"
said Miller, as we all roared with laughter. "I couldn"t bring Hurst, you know, if he wouldn"t come. He left the playhouse even before we did, with some ladies--and we came away before it was over--so I sent up to tell him we were going to start in ten minutes, and had a place for him; and the Boots came down and said they had just had supper in, and the gentleman could not possibly come just yet. Well, I sent up again, just as we were ready harnessed, and then he threatened to kick Boots down stairs."
"What a puppy!" said Horace.
"I don"t quite agree with you there: I don"t pretend to much sentiment myself, as you are all aware; but with a lady _and_ a supper in the case, I should feel perfectly justified in kicking down stairs any Boots that ever wore shoes, if he hinted at my moving prematurely."
Miller"s unusual enthusiasm amused us all except Horace. "Gad," said he, at last, "I hope he won"t be able to get home to-night at all!" In this friendly wish he was doomed to be disappointed. It was now long past twelve o"clock; the out-college members of the party had all taken their leave; Miller and Fane, having finished their grilled chicken at a little table in the corner, had now drawn round the fire with the three or four of us who remained, and there was a debate as to the expediency of brewing more punch, when we heard a running step in the Quadrangle, which presently began to ascend the staircase in company with a not very melodious voice, warbling in a style which bespoke the owner"s high state of satisfaction.
"Hush! that"s Hurst to a certainty!"
"Queen of my soul, whose starlike eyes Are all the light I seek"----
(Here came an audible stumble, as if our friend were beginning his way down again involuntarily by half-a-dozen steps at a time.) "Hallo!
Leicester! just lend us a candle, will you? The lamp is gone out, and it"s as dark as pitch; I"ve dropped my hat."
"Open the door, somebody," said Horace; and Hurst was admitted. He looked rather confused at first, certainly; for the sudden transition from outer darkness into a small room lighted by a dozen wax candles made him blink, and our first greeting consisting of "ha--ha"s" in different keys, was perhaps somewhat embarra.s.sing; but he recovered himself in a second.
"Well," said he, "how are you all? glad you got home safe, Hawthorne; hope I didn"t keep you waiting, Miller? you got the start of me, all of you, coming home; but really I spent an uncommon jolly evening."
"Glad to hear it," said Leicester, with a wink to us.
"Yes;--"pon my life; I don"t know when I ever spent so pleasant a one;"
and, with a sort of chuckle to himself, Hurst filled a gla.s.s of punch.
"What did you think of _Richard the Third_?" said I.
"Oh! hang the play! there might have been six Richards in the field for all I can say: I was better engaged."
"Ay," said Fane, "I rather fancy you were."
"We had a very pleasant drive home," said I, willing to effect a diversion in favour of Leicester, who was puffing desperately at his cigar in a savage kind of silence;--"and a capital supper afterwards; I wish you had been with us."