"D"ye remember the inn at Cologne, Tommy?" Sir George continued, mischievously reminiscent. "And Lord Tony arriving with his charmer? And you giving up your room to her? And the trick we played you at Calais, where we pa.s.sed the little French dancer on you for Madame la Marquise de Personne?"
Mr. Thoma.s.son winced, and a tinge of colour rose in his fat pale face.
"Boys, boys!" he said, with an airy gesture. "You had an uncommon fancy even then, Sir George, though you were but a year from school! Ah, those were charming days! Great days!"
"And nights!" said Sir George, lying back in his chair and looking at the other with eyes half shut, and insolence half veiled. "Do you remember the faro bank at Florence, Tommy, and the three hundred livres you lost to that old harridan, Lady Harrington? Pearls cast before swine you styled them, I remember."
"Lord, Sir George!" Mr. Thoma.s.son cried, vastly horrified. "How can you say such a thing? Your excellent memory plays you false."
"It does," Soane answered, smiling sardonically. "I remember. It was seed sown for the harvest, you called it--in your liquor. And that touches me. Do you mind the night Fitzhugh made you so prodigiously drunk at Bonn, Tommy? And we put you in the kneading-trough, and the servants found you and shifted you to the horse-trough? Gad! you would have died of laughter if you could have seen yourself when we rescued you, lank and dripping, with your wig like a sponge!"
"It must have been--uncommonly diverting!" the Reverend Frederick stammered; and he smiled widely, but with a lack of heart. This time there could be no doubt of the pinkness that overspread his face.
"Diverting? I tell you it would have made old Dartmouth laugh!" Sir George said, bluntly.
"Ha, ha! Perhaps it would. Perhaps it would. Not that I have the honour of his lordship"s acquaintance."
"No? Well, he would not suit you, Tommy. I would not seek it."
The Reverend Frederick looked doubtful, as weighing the possibility of anything that bore the name of lord being alien from him. From this reflection, however, he was roused by a new sally on Soane"s part. "But, crib me! you are very fine to-night, Mr. Thoma.s.son," he said, staring about him afresh. "Ten o"clock, and you are lighted as for a drum! What is afoot?"
The tutor smirked and rubbed his hands. "Well, I--I was expecting a visitor, Sir George."
"Ah, you dog! She is not here, but you are expecting her."
Mr. Thoma.s.son grinned; the jest flattered him. Nevertheless he hastened to exonerate himself. "It is not Venus I am expecting, but Mars," he said with a simper. "The Honourable Mr. Dunborough, son to my Lord Dunborough, and the same whose meritorious services at the Havanna you, my dear friend, doubtless remember. He is now cultivating in peace the gifts which in war--"
"Sufficed to keep him out of danger!" Sir George said bluntly. "So he is your last sprig, is he? He should be well seasoned."
"He is four-and-twenty," Mr. Thoma.s.son answered, pluming himself and speaking in his softest tones. "And the most charming, I a.s.sure you, the most debonair of men. But do I hear a noise?"
"Yes," said Sir George, listening. "I hear something."
Mr. Thoma.s.son rose. "What--what is it, I wonder?" he said, a trifle nervously. A dull sound, as of a hive of bees stirred to anger, was becoming audible.
"Devil if I know!" Sir George answered. "Open the window."
But the Reverend Frederick, after approaching the window with the intention of doing so, seemed disinclined to go nearer, and hovered about it. "Really," he said, no longer hiding his discomposure. "I fear that it is something--something in the nature of a riot. I fear that that which I antic.i.p.ated has happened. If my honourable friend had only taken my advice and remained here!" And he wrung his hands without disguise.
"Why, what has he to do with it?" Soane asked, curiously.
"He--he had an accident the other night," Mr. Thoma.s.son answered. "A monstrous nuisance for him. He and his n.o.ble friend, Lord Almeric Doyley, played a little trick on a--on one of the College servants. The clumsy fellow--it is marvellous how awkward that cla.s.s of persons is--fell down the stairs and hurt himself."
"Seriously?"
"Somewhat. Indeed--in fact he is dead. And now there is a kind of feeling about it in the town. I persuaded Mr. Dunborough to take up his quarters here for the night, but he is so spirited he would dine abroad.
Now I fear, I really fear, he may be in trouble!"
"If it is he they are hooting in St. Aldate"s," Sir George answered drily, "I should say he was in trouble! But in my time the gownsmen would have sallied out and brought him off before this. And given those yelpers a cracked crown or two!"
The roar of voices in the narrow streets was growing clearer and more threatening. "Ye-es?" said the Reverend Frederick, moving about the room, distracted between his anxiety and his respect for his companion.
"Perhaps so. But there is a monstrous low, vulgar set in College nowadays; a man of spirit has no chance with them. Yesterday they had the insolence to break into my n.o.ble friend"s rooms and throw his furniture out of window! And, I vow, would have gone on to--but Lord!
this is frightful! What a shocking howling! My dear sir, my very dear Sir George," Mr. Thoma.s.son continued, his voice tremulous and his fat cheeks grown on a sudden loose and flabby, "do you think that there is any danger?"
"Danger?" Sir George answered, with cruel relish--he had gone to the window, and was looking out. "Well, I should say that Madam Venus there would certainly have to stand shot. If you are wise you will put out some of those candles. They are entering the lane now. Gad, Tommy, if they think your lad of spirit is here, I would not give much for your window-gla.s.s!"
Mr. Thoma.s.son, who had hastened to take the advice, and had extinguished all the candles but one, thus reducing the room to partial darkness, wrung his hands and moaned for answer. "Where are the proctors?" he said. "Where are the constables? Where are the--Oh, dear, dear, this is dreadful!"
And certainly, even in a man of firmer courage a little trepidation might have been pardoned. As the unseen crowd, struggling and jostling, poured from the roadway of St. Aldate"s into the narrow confines of Pembroke Lane, the sound of its hooting gathered sudden volume, and from an intermittent murmur, as of a remote sea, swelled in a moment into a roar of menace. And as a mob is capable of deeds from which the members who compose it would severally shrink, as nothing is so pitiless, nothing so unreasoning, so in the sound of its voice is a note that appals all but the hardiest. Soane was no coward. A year before he had been present at the siege of Bedford House by the Spitalfields weavers, where swords were drawn and much blood was spilled, while the gentlemen of the clubs and coffee-houses looked on as at a play; but even he felt a slackening of the pulse as he listened. And with the Reverend Frederick it was different. He was not framed for danger. When the smoking glare of the links which the ringleaders carried began to dance and flicker on the opposite houses, he looked about him with a wild eye, and had already taken two steps towards the door, when it opened.
It admitted two men about Sir George"s age, or a little younger. One, after glancing round, pa.s.sed hurriedly to the window and looked out; the other sank into the nearest chair, and, fanning himself with his hat, muttered a querulous oath.
"My dear lord!" cried the Reverend Frederick, hastening to his side--and it is noteworthy that he forgot even his panic in the old habit of reverence--"What an escape! To think that a life so valuable as your lordship"s should lie at the mercy of those wretches! I shudder at the thought of what might have happened."
"Fan me, Tommy" was the answer. And Lord Almeric, an excessively pale, excessively thin young man, handed his hat with a gesture of exhaustion to the obsequious tutor. "Fan me; that is a good soul. Positively I am suffocated with the smell of those creatures! Worse than horses, I a.s.sure you. There, again! What a pother about a common fellow! "Pon honour, I don"t know what the world is coming to!"
"Nor I," Mr. Thoma.s.son answered, hanging over him with a.s.siduity and concern on his countenance. "It is not to be comprehended."
"No, "pon honour it is not!" my lord agreed. And then, feeling a little recovered, "Dunborough," he asked, "what are they doing?"
"Hanging you, my dear fellow!" the other answered from the window, where he had taken his place within a pace of Soane, but without discovering him. He spoke in the full boisterous tone of one in perfect health and spirits, perfectly satisfied with himself, and perfectly heedless of others.
"Oh, I say, you are joking?" my lord answered. "Hanging me? Oh, ah! I see. In effigy!"
"And your humble servant," said Mr. Dunborough. "I tell you, Tommy, we had a near run for it. Curse their impudence, they made us sweat. For a very little I would give the rascals something to howl for."
Perhaps he meant no more than to put a bold face on it before his creatures. But unluckily the rabble, which had come provided with a cart and gallows, a hangman, and a paunchy, red-faced fellow in canonicals, and which hitherto had busied itself with the mock execution, found leisure at this moment to look up at the window. Catching sight of the object of their anger, they vented their rage in a roar of execration, so much louder than all that had gone before that it brought the sentence which Mr. Thoma.s.son was uttering to a quavering end. But the demonstration, far from intimidating Mr. Dunborough, provoked him to fury. Turning from the sea of brandished hands and upturned faces, he strode to a table, and in a moment returned. The window was open, he flung it wider, and stood erect, in full view of the mob.
The sight produced a momentary silence, of which he took advantage.
"Now, you tailors, begone!" he cried harshly. "To your hovels, and leave gentlemen to their wine, or it will be the worse for you. Come, march!
We have had enough of your fooling, and are tired of it."
The answer was a shout of "Cain!" and "Murderer!" One voice cried "Ferrers!" and this caught the fancy of the crowd. In a moment a hundred were crying, "Ay, Ferrers! Come down, and we"ll Ferrers you!"
He stood a moment irresolute, glaring at them; then something struck and shattered a pane of the window beside him, and the fetid smell of a bad egg filled the room. At the sound Mr. Thoma.s.son uttered a cry and shrank farther into the darkness, while Lord Almeric rose hastily and looked about for a refuge. But Mr. Dunborough did not flinch.
"D----n you, you rascals, you will have it, will you?" he cried; and in the darkness a sharp click was heard. He raised his hand. A shriek in the street below answered the movement; some who stood nearest saw that he held a pistol and gave the information to others, and there was a wild rush to escape. But before the hammer dropped, a hand closed on his, and Soane, crying, "Are you mad, sir?" dragged him back.
Dunborough had not entertained the least idea that any one stood near him, and the surprise was as complete as the check. After an instinctive attempt to wrench away his hand, he stood glaring at the person who held him. "Curse you!" he said. "Who are you? And what do you mean?"
"Not to sit by and see murder done," Sir George answered firmly.
"To-morrow you will thank me."
"For the present I"ll thank you to release my hand," the other retorted in a freezing tone. Nevertheless, Sir George thought that the delay had sobered him, and complied. "Much obliged to you," Dunborough continued.
"Now perhaps you will walk into the next room, where there is a light, and we can be free from that sc.u.m."
Mr. Thoma.s.son had already set the example of a prudent retreat thither; and Lord Almeric, with a feeble, "Lord, this is very surprising! But I think that the gentleman is right, Dunny," was hovering in the doorway.
Sir George signed to Mr. Dunborough to go first, but he would not, and Soane, shrugging his shoulders, preceded him.
The room into which they all crowded was no more than a closet, containing a dusty bureau propped on three legs, a few books, and Mr.