"And Mr. Dagge, of Lincoln"s Inn Fields, attorney-at-law."
"It is an honour to be in any way a.s.sociated with him," the lawyer muttered, as he wrote the name with a flourish. "His lordship"s man of business, I believe. And now you may have your mind at ease, sir," he continued. "I will put this into form before I sleep, and will wait on you for your signature--shall I say at--"
"At a quarter before eight," said Soane. "You will be private?"
"Of course, sir. It is my business to be private. I wish you a very good night."
The attorney longed to refer to the coming meeting, and to his sincere hope that his new patron would leave the ground unscathed. But a duel was so alien from the lawyer"s walk in life, that he knew nothing of the punctilios, and he felt a delicacy. Tamely to wish a man a safe issue seemed to be a common compliment incommensurate with the occasion; and a bathos. So, after a moment of hesitation, he gathered up his papers, and tip-toed out of the room with an absurd exaggeration of respect, and a heart bounding jubilant under his flapped waistcoat.
Left to himself, Sir George heaved a sigh, and, resting his head on his hand, stared long and gloomily at the candles. "Well, better be run through by this clown," he muttered after a while, "than live to put a pistol to my own head like Mountford and Bland. Or Scarborough, or poor Bolton. It is not likely, and I wish that little pettifogger had not put it into my head; but if a cousin were to appear now, or before the time is up, I should be in Queer Street. Estcombe is dipped: and of the money I raised, there is no more at the agent"s than I have lost in a night at Quinze! D----n White"s and that is all about it. And d----n it, I shall, and finely, if old Anthony"s lad turn up and sweep off the three thousand a year that is left. Umph, if I am to have a steady hand to-morrow I must get to bed. What unholy chance brought me into this sc.r.a.pe?"
CHAPTER V
THE MEETING
Sir George awoke next morning, and, after a few lazy moments of semi-consciousness, remembered what was before him, it is not to be denied that he felt a chill. He lay awhile, thinking of the past and the future--or the no future--in a way he seldom thought, and with a seriousness for which the life he had hitherto led had left him little time and less inclination.
But he was young; he had a digestion as yet unimpaired, and nerves still strong; and when he emerged an hour later and, more soberly dressed than was his wont, proceeded down the High Street towards the Cherwell Bridge, his spirits were at their normal level. The spring sunshine which gilded the pinnacles of Magdalen tower, and shone cool and pleasant on a score of h.o.a.ry fronts, wrought gaily on him also. The milksellers and such early folk were abroad, and filled the street with their cries; he sniffed the fresh air, and smiled at the good humour and morning faces that everywhere greeted him; and d----d White"s anew, and vowed to live cleanly henceforth, and forswear Pam. In a word, the man was of such a courage that in his good resolutions he forgot his errand, and whence they arose; and it was with a start that, as he approached the gate leading to the college meadows, he marked a chair in waiting, and beside it Mr. Peter Fishwick, from whom he had parted at the Mitre ten minutes before.
Soane did not know whether the attorney had preceded him or followed him: the intrusion was the same, and flushed with annoyance, he strode to him to mark his sense of it. But Peter, being addressed, wore his sharpest business air, and was entirely unconscious of offence. "I have merely purveyed a surgeon," he said, indicating a young man who stood beside him. "I could not learn that you had provided one, sir."
"Oh!" Sir George answered, somewhat taken aback, "this is the gentleman."
"Yes, sir."
Soane was in the act of saluting the stranger, when a party of two or three persons came up behind, and had much ado not to jostle them in the gateway. It consisted of Mr. Dunborough, Lord Almeric, and two other gentlemen; one of these, an elderly man, who wore black and hair-powder, and carried a gold-topped cane, had a smug and well-pleased expression, that indicated his stake in the meeting to be purely altruistic. The two companies exchanged salutes.
On this followed a little struggle to give precedence at the gate, but eventually all went through. "If we turn to the right," some one observed, "there is a convenient place. No, this way, my lord."
"Oh Lord, I have such a head this morning!" his lordship answered; and he looked by no means happy. "I am all of a twitter! It is so confounded early, too. See here: cannot this be--?"
The gentleman who had spoken before drowned his voice. "Will this do, sir?" he said, raising his hat, and addressing Sir George. The party had reached a smooth glade or lawn encompa.s.sed by thick shrubs, and to all appearance a hundred miles from a street. A fairy-ring of verdure, glittering with sunlight and dewdrops, and tuneful with the songs of birds, it seemed a morsel of paradise dropped from the cool blue of heaven. Sir George felt a momentary tightening of the throat as he surveyed its pure brilliance, and then a sudden growing anger against the fool who had brought him thither.
"You have no second?" said the stranger.
"No," he answered curtly; "I think we have witnesses enough."
"Still--if the matter can be accommodated?"
"It can," Soane answered, standing stiffly before them. "But only by an unreserved apology on Mr. Dunborough"s part. He struck me. I have no more to say."
"I do not offer the apology," Mr. Dunborough rejoined, with a horse-laugh. "So we may as well go on, Jerry. I did not come here to talk."
"I have brought pistols," his second said, disregarding the sneer. "But my princ.i.p.al, though the challenged party, is willing to waive the choice of weapons."
"Pistols will do for me," Sir George answered.
"One shot, at a word. If ineffective, you will take to your swords," the second continued; and he pushed back his wig and wiped his forehead, as if his employment were not altogether to his taste. A duel was a fine thing--at a distance. He wished, however, that he had some one with whom to share the responsibility, now it was come to the point; and he cast a peevish look at Lord Almeric. But his lordship was, as he had candidly said, "all of a twitter," and offered no help.
"I suppose that I am to load," the unlucky second continued. "That being so, you, Sir George, must have the choice of pistols."
Sir George bowed a.s.sent, and, going a little aside, removed his hat, wig, and cravat; and was about to b.u.t.ton his coat to his throat, when he observed that Mr. Dunborough was stripping to his shirt. Too proud not to follow the example, though prudence suggested that the white linen made him a fair mark, he stripped also, and in a trice the two, kicking off their shoes, moved to the positions a.s.signed to them; and in their breeches and laced lawn shirts, their throats bare, confronted one another.
"Sir George, have you no one to represent you?" cried the second again, grown querulous under the burden. His name, it seemed, was Morris. He was a major in the Oxfordshire Militia.
Soane answered with impatience. "I have no second," he said, "but my surgeon will be a competent witness."
"Ah! to be sure!" Major Morris answered, with a sigh of relief. "That is so. Then, gentlemen, I shall give the signal by saying One, two, three!
Be good enough to fire together at the word Three! Do you understand?"
"Yes," said Mr. Dunborough. And "Yes," Sir George said more slowly.
"Then, now, be ready! Prepare to fire! One! two! th--"
"Stay!" flashed Mr. Dunborough, while the word still hung in the air.
"You have not given us our pistols," he continued, with an oath.
"What?" cried the second, staring.
"Man, you have not given us our pistols."
The major was covered with confusion. "G.o.d bless my soul! I have not!"
he cried; while Lord Almeric giggled hysterically. "Dear me! dear me! it is very trying to be alone!" He threw his hat and wig on the gra.s.s, and again wiped his brow, and took up the pistols. "Sir George? Thank you.
Mr. Dunborough, here is yours." Then: "Now, are you ready? Thank you."
He retreated to his place again. "Are you ready, gentlemen? Are you quite ready?" he repeated anxiously, amid a breathless silence. "One!
two! _three_!"
Sir George"s pistol exploded at the word; the hammer of the other clicked futile in the pan. The spectators, staring, and expecting to see one fall, saw Mr. Dunborough start and make a half turn. Before they had time to draw any conclusion he flung his pistol a dozen paces away, and cursed his second. "D----n you, Morris!" he cried shrilly; "you put no powder in the pan, you hound! But come on, sir," he continued, addressing Sir George, "I have this left." And rapidly changing his sword from his left hand, in which he had hitherto held it, to his right, he rushed upon his opponent with the utmost fury, as if he would bear him down by main force.
"Stay!" Sir George cried; and, instead of meeting him, avoided his first rush by stepping aside two paces. "Stay, sir," he repeated; "I owe you a shot! Prime afresh. Reload, sir, and--"
But Dunborough, blind and deaf with pa.s.sion, broke in on him unheeding, and as if he carried no weapon; and crying furiously, "Guard yourself!"
plunged his half-shortened sword at the lower part of Sir George"s body.
The spectators held their breath and winced; the a.s.sault was so sudden, so determined, that it seemed that nothing could save Sir George from a thrust thus delivered. He did escape, however, by a bound, quick as a cat"s; but the point of Dunborough"s weapon ripped up his breeches on the hip, the hilt rapped against the bone, and the two men came together bodily. For a moment they wrestled, and seemed to be going to fight like beasts.
Then Sir George, his left forearm under the other"s chin, flung him three paces away; and shifting his sword into his right hand--hitherto he had been unable to change it--he stopped Dunborough"s savage rush with the point, and beat him off and kept him off--parrying his lunges, and doing his utmost the while to avoid dealing him a fatal wound. Soane was so much the better swordsman--as was immediately apparent to all the onlookers--that he no longer feared for himself; all his fears were for his opponent, the fire and fury of whose attacks he could not explain to himself, until he found them flagging; and flagging so fast that he sought a reason. Then Dunborough"s point beginning to waver, and his feet to slip, Sir George"s eyes were opened; he discerned a crimson patch spread and spread on the other"s side--where unnoticed Dunborough had kept his hand--and with a cry for help he sprang forward in time to catch the falling man in his arms.
As the others ran in, the surgeons quickly and silently, Lord Almeric more slowly, and with exclamations, Sir George lowered his burden gently to the ground. The instant it was done, Morris touched his arm and signed to him to stand back. "You can do no good, Sir George," he urged.
"He is in skilful hands. He would have it; it was his own fault. I can bear witness that you did your best not to touch him."
"I did not touch him," Soane muttered.
The second looked his astonishment. "How?" he said. "You don"t mean to say that he is not wounded? See there!" And he pointed to the blood which dyed the shirt. They were cutting the linen away.
"It was the pistol," Sir George answered.