"Not _I_ for one, my lord," exclaimed a voice close by. Lord Aspenly started, for he was conscious that in his energy he had uttered the concluding words of his proud peroration with audible emphasis, and became instantly aware that the speaker was no other than Major O"Leary.
"Not _I_ for one, my lord," repeated the major, with extreme gravity, "I take it for granted, my lord, that you are no fool."
"I am obliged to you, Major O"Leary, for your good opinion," replied his lordship, drily, with a surprised look and a stiff inclination of his person.
"Nothing to be grateful for in it," replied the major, returning the bow with grave politeness: "if years and discretion increase together, you and I ought to be models of wisdom by this time of day. I"m proud of my years, my lord, and I would be half as proud again if I could count as many as your lordship."
There was something singularly abrupt and uncalled for in all this, which Lord Aspenly did not very well understand; he therefore stopped short, and looked in the major"s face; but reading in its staid and formal gravity nothing whatever to furnish a clue to his exact purpose, he made a kind of short bow, and continued his walk in dignified silence. There was something exceedingly disagreeable, he thought, in the manner of his companion--something very near approaching to cool impertinence--which he could not account for upon any other supposition than that the major had been prematurely indulging in the joys of Bacchus. If, however, he thought that by the a.s.sumption of the frigid and lofty dignity with which he met the advances of the major, he was likely to relieve himself of his company, he was never more lamentably mistaken. His military companion walked with a careless swagger by his side, exactly regulating his pace by that of the little n.o.bleman, whose meditations he had so cruelly interrupted.
"What on earth is to be done with this brute beast?" muttered his lordship, taking care, however, that the query should not reach the subject of it. "I must get rid of him--I must speak with the girl privately--what the deuce is to be done?"
They walked on a little further in perfect silence. At length his lordship stopped short and exclaimed,--
"My dear major, I am a very dull companion--quite a bore; there are times when the mind--the--the--spirits require _solitude_--and these walks are the very scene for a lonely ramble. I dare venture to aver that you are courting solitude like myself--your silence betrays you--then pray do not stand on ceremony--_that_ walk leads down toward the river--pray no ceremony."
"Upon my conscience, my lord, I never was less inclined to stand on ceremony than I am at this moment," replied the major; "so give yourself no trouble in the world about me. Nothing would annoy me so much as to have you think I was doing anything but precisely what I liked best myself."
Lord Aspenly bowed, took a violent pinch of snuff, and walked on, the major still keeping by his side. After a long silence his lordship began to lilt his own sweet verses in a careless sort of a way, which was intended to convey to his tormentor that he had totally forgotten his presence:--
"Tho" Chloe slight me when I woo, And scorn the love of poor Philander; The shepherd"s heart she scorns is true, His heart is true, his pa.s.sion tender."
"Pa.s.sion tender," observed the major--"_pa.s.sion_ tender--it"s a _nurse_-tender the like of you and me ought to be looking for--_pa.s.sion_ tender--upon my conscience, a good joke."
Lord Aspenly was strongly tempted to give vent to his feelings; but even at the imminent risk of bursting, he managed to suppress his fury.
The major was certainly (however unaccountable and mysterious the fact might be) in a perfectly cut-throat frame of mind, and Lord Aspenly had no desire to present _his_ weasand for the entertainment of his military friend.
"Tender--_tender_," continued the inexorable major, "allow me, my lord, to suggest the word _tough_ as an improvement--_tender_, my lord, is a term which does not apply to chickens beyond a certain time of life, and it strikes me as too bold a license of poetry to apply it to a gentleman of such extreme and venerable old age as your lordship; for I take it for granted that Philander is another name for yourself."
As the major uttered this critical remark, Lord Aspenly felt his brain, as it were, fizz with downright fury; the instinct of self-preservation, however, triumphed; he mastered his generous indignation, and resumed his walk in a state of mind nothing short of awful.
"My lord," inquired the major, with tragic abruptness, and with very stern emphasis--"I take the liberty of asking, _have you made your soul_?"
The precise nature of the major"s next proceeding, Lord Aspenly could not exactly predict; of one thing, however, he felt a.s.sured, and that was, that the designs of his companion were decidedly of a dangerous character, and as he gazed in mute horror upon the major, confused but terrific ideas of "homicidal monomania," and coroner"s inquests floated dimly through his distracted brain.
"My soul?" faltered he, in undisguised trepidation.
"Yes, my lord," repeated the major, with remarkable coolness, "have you made your soul?"
During this conference his lordship"s complexion had shifted from its original lemon-colour to a lively orange, and thence faded gradually off into a pea-green; at which hue it remained fixed during the remainder of the interview.
"I protest--you cannot be serious--I am wholly in the dark. Positively, Major O"Leary, this is very unaccountable conduct--you really ought--pray explain."
"Upon my conscience, I _will_ explain," rejoined the major, "although the explanation won"t make you much more in love with your present predicament, unless I am very much out. You made my niece, Mary Ashwoode, an offer of marriage to-day; well, she was much obliged to you, but she did not _want_ to marry you, and she told you so civilly.
Did you then, like a man and a gentleman, take your answer from her as you ought to have done, quietly and courteously? No, you did not; you went to bully the poor girl, and to insult her; because she politely declined to marry a--a--an ugly bunch of wrinkles, like you; and you threatened to tell Sir Richard--ay, you _did_--to tell him your pitiful story, you--you--you--but wait awhile. You want to have the poor girl frightened and bullied into marrying you. Where"s your spirit or your feeling, my lord? But you don"t know what the words mean. If ever you did, you"d sooner have been racked to death, than have terrified and insulted a poor friendless girl, as you thought her. But she"s _not_ friendless. I"ll teach you she"s not. As long as this arm can lift a small-sword, and while the life is in my body, I"ll never see any woman maltreated by a scoundrel--a _scoundrel_, my lord; but I"ll bring him to his knees for it, or die in the attempt. And holding these opinions, did you think I"d let you offend my niece? _No_, sir, I"d be blown to atoms first."
"Major O"Leary," replied his lordship, as soon as he had collected his thoughts and recovered breath to speak, "your conduct is exceedingly violent--very, and, I will add, most hasty and indiscreet. You have entirely misconceived me, you have mistaken the whole affair. You will regret this violence--I protest--I know you will, when you understand the whole matter. At present, knowing the nature of your feelings, I protest, though I might naturally resent your observations, it is not in my nature, in my _heart_ to be angry." This was spoken with a very audible quaver.
"You _would_, my lord, you _would_ be angry," rejoined the major, "you"d _dance_ with fury this moment, if you _dared_. You could find it in your heart to go into a pa.s.sion with a _girl_; but talking with men is a different sort of thing. Now, my lord, we are both here, with our swords; no place can be more secluded, and, I presume, no two men more willing. Pray draw, my lord, or I"ll be apt to spoil your velvet and gold lace."
"Major O"Leary, I _will_ be heard!" exclaimed Lord Aspenly, with an earnestness which the imminent peril of his person inspired--"I _must_ have a word or two with you, before we put this dispute to so deadly an arbitrament."
The major had foreseen and keenly enjoyed the reluctance and the evident tremors of his antagonist. He returned his half-drawn sword to its scabbard with an impatient thrust, and, folding his arms, looked down with supreme contempt upon the little peer.
"Major O"Leary, you have been misinformed--Miss Ashwoode has mistaken me. I a.s.sure you, I meant no disrespect--none in the world, I protest.
I may have spoken hastily--perhaps I did--but I never intended disrespect--never for a moment."
"Well, my lord, suppose that I admit that you did _not_ mean any disrespect; and suppose that I distinctly a.s.sert that I have neither right nor inclination just now to call you to an account for anything you may have said, in your interview this morning, offensive to my niece; I give you leave to suppose it, and, what"s more, in supposing it, I solemnly aver, you suppose neither more nor less than the exact truth," said the major.
"Well, then, Major O"Leary," replied Lord Aspenly, "I profess myself wholly at a loss to understand your conduct. I presume, at all events, that nothing further need pa.s.s between us about the matter."
"Not so fast, my lord, if you please," rejoined the major; "a great deal more must pa.s.s between us before I have done with your lordship; although I cannot punish you for the past, I have a perfect right to restrain you for the future. I have a proposal to make, to which I expect your lordship"s a.s.sent--a proposal which, under the circ.u.mstances, I dare say, you will think, however unpleasant, by no means unreasonable."
"Pray state it," said Lord Aspenly, considerably rea.s.sured on finding that the debate was beginning to take a diplomatic turn.
"This is my proposal, then," replied the major: "you shall write a letter to Sir Richard, renouncing all pretensions to his daughter"s hand, and taking upon yourself the whole responsibility of the measure, without implicating _her_ directly or indirectly; do you mind: and you shall leave this place, and go wherever you please, before supper-time to-night. These are the conditions on which I will consent to spare you, my lord, and upon no other shall you escape."
"Why, what can you mean, Major O"Leary?" exclaimed the little c.o.xcomb, distractedly. "If I did any such thing, I should be run through by Sir Richard or his rakeh.e.l.ly son; besides, I came here for a wife--my friends know it; I _cannot_ consent to make a fool of myself. How _dare_ you presume to propose such conditions to me?"
The little gentleman as he wound up, had warmed so much, that he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Without one word of commentary, the major drew his, and with a nod of invitation, threw himself into an att.i.tude of defence, and resting the point of his weapon upon the ground, awaited the attack of his adversary. Perhaps Lord Aspenly regretted the precipitate valour which had prompted him to place his hand on his sword-hilt, as much as he had ever regretted any act of his whole life; it was, however, too late to recede, and with the hurried manner of one who has made up his mind to a disagreeable thing, and wishes it soon over, he drew his also, and their blades were instantly crossed in mortal opposition.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE COMBAT AND ITS ISSUE.
Lord Aspenly made one or two eager pa.s.ses at his opponent, which were parried with perfect ease and coolness; and before he had well recovered his position from the last of those lunges, a single clanging sweep of the major"s sword, taking his adversary"s blade from the point to the hilt with irresistible force, sent his lordship"s weapon whirring through the air some eight or ten yards away.
"Take your life, my lord," said the major, contemptuously; "I give it to you freely, only wishing the present were more valuable. What do you say _now_, my lord, to the terms?"
"I say, sir--what do _I_ say?" echoed his lordship, not very coherently. "Major O"Leary, you have disarmed me, sir, and you ask me what I say to your terms. What do I say? Why, sir, I say again what I said before, that I cannot and will not subscribe to them."
Lord Aspenly, having thus delivered himself, looked half astonished and half frightened at his own valour.
"Everyone to his taste--your lordship has an uncommon inclination for slaughter," observed the major coolly, walking to the spot where lay the little gentleman"s sword, raising it, and carelessly presenting it to him: "take it, my lord, and use it more cautiously than you _have_ done--defend yourself!"
Little expecting another encounter, yet ashamed to decline it, his lordship, with a trembling hand, grasped the weapon once more, and again their blades were crossed in deadly combat. This time his lordship prudently forbore to risk his safety by an impetuous attack upon an adversary so cool and practised as the major, and of whose skill he had just had so convincing a proof. Major O"Leary, therefore, began the attack; and pressing his opponent with some slight feints and pa.s.ses, followed him closely as he retreated for some twenty yards, and then, suddenly striking up to the point of his lordship"s sword with his own, he seized the little n.o.bleman"s right arm at the wrist with a grasp like a vice, and once more held his life at his disposal.
"Take your life for the second and the _last_ time," said the major, having suffered the wretched little gentleman for a brief pause to fully taste the bitterness of death; "mind, my lord, for the _last_ time;" and so saying, he contemptuously flung his lordship from him by the arm which he grasped.
"Now, my lord, before we begin for the _last_ time, listen to me," said the major, with a sternness, which commanded all the attention of the affrighted peer; "I desire that you should _fully_ understand what I propose. I would not like to kill you under a mistake--there is nothing like a clear, mutual understanding during a quarrel. Such an understanding being once established, bloodshed, if it unfortunately occurs, can scarcely, even in the most scrupulous bosom, excite the mildest regret. I wish, my lord, to have nothing whatever to reproach myself with in the catastrophe which you appear to have resolved shall overtake you; and, therefore, I"ll state the whole case for your dying consolation in as few words as possible. Don"t be in a hurry, my lord, I"ll not detain you more than five minutes in this miserable world.
Now, my lord, you have two strong, indeed I may call them in every sense _fatal_, objections to my proposal. The first is, that if you write the letter I propose, you must fight Sir Richard and young Henry Ashwoode. Now, I pledge myself, my soul, and honour, as a Christian, a soldier, and a gentleman, that I will stand between you and them--that _I_ will protect you completely from all responsibility upon that score--and that if anyone is to fight with either of them, it shall not be you. Your second objection is, that having been fool enough to tell the world that you were coming here for a wife, you are ashamed to go away without one. Now, without meaning to be offensive, I never heard anything more idiotic in the whole course of my life. But if it _must_ be so, and that you cannot go away without a wife, why the d----l don"t you ask Emily Copland--a fine girl with some thousands of pounds, I believe, and at all events dying for love of you, as I am sure you see yourself? You can"t care for one more than the other, and why the deuce need you trouble your head about their gossip, if anyone wonders at the change? And now, my lord, mark me, I have said all that is to be said in the way of commentary or observation upon my proposal, and I must add a word or two about the consequences of finally rejecting it. I have spared your life twice, my lord, within these five minutes. If you refuse the accommodation I have proposed, I will a third time give you an opportunity of disembarra.s.sing yourself of the whole affair by running me through the body--in which, if you fail, so sure as you are this moment alive and breathing before me, you shall, at the end of the next five, be a corpse. So help me G.o.d!"
Major O"Leary paused, leaving Lord Aspenly in a state of confusion and horror, scarcely short of distraction.
There was no mistaking the major"s manner, and the old _beau garcon_ already felt in imagination the cold steel busy with his intestines.