"Where to,--what for?" cried he.

"I think you might guess," said I, with a sneer; "but if not, perhaps that hussy with the spotted gingham could aid you to the explanation."

He was so overwhelmed at my discovering this, Molly, that he was speechless; not a word,--not a syllable could he utter. He sat down on a stone, and wiped his head with a handkerchief.

"Don"t make me ill, Mrs. D.," said he, at last. "I "ve a notion that the gout is threatening me."

"If that"s all, K. I.," said I, "it"s well for you,--it"s well if it is not worse than the gout. Ay, get red in the face,--be as pa.s.sionate as you please, but you shall hear the truth from me, at least; I mayn"t be long here to tell it. Sufferings such as I "ve gone through will do their work at last; but I "ll fulfil my duty to my family till I "m released--" With that I gave it to him, till we arrived at Coire, eighteen miles, and a good part of it up hill, and you may think what that was. At all events, Molly, he did n"t come off with flying colors, for when we reached a place called Splgen he was seized with the gout in earnest I only wish you saw the hole he pitched upon to be laid up in; but it"s like everything else the man does. Every trait of his character shows that he has n"t a thought, nor a notion, but about his own comforts and his own enjoyments. And I told him so. I said to him, "Don"t think that your self-indulgence and indolence go down with _me_ for easiness of temper: that"s an imposture may do very well for the _world_, but your wife can"t be taken in by it." In a word, Molly, I didn"t spare him; and as his attack was a sharp one, I think it"s likely he does n"t look back to the Splgen with any very grateful reminiscences.

Little I thought, all the time, what good cause I had for my complaints, nor what was in store for me in the very middle of the snow! You must know that we had to take the wheels off the carriage and put it on something like a pair of big skates, for the snow was mountains high, and as soft as an egg-pudding. You may think what floundering we had through it for twelve hours, sometimes sinking up to the chin, now swimming, now digging, and now again being dragged out of it by ropes, till we came to what they call the "Refuge-house;" a pretty refuge, indeed, with no door, and scarcely a window, and everybody--guides, postboys, diggers, and travellers--all hickledy-pickledy inside! There we were, my dear, without a bed, or even a mattress, and nothing to eat but a bottle of Sir Robert Peel"s sauce, that K. I. had in his trunk, with a case of eau-de-Cologne to wash it down. Fortunately for me my feelings got the better of me, and I sobbed and screeched myself to rest. When I awoke in the morning, I heard from Mary Anne that another family, and English too, were in the refuge with us, and, to all appearance, not ill-supplied with the necessaries of life. This much I perceived myself, for the courier lit a big fire on the hearth, and laid a little table beside it, as neat and comfortable as could be. After that he brought out a coffee-pot and boiled the coffee, and made a plate of toast, and fried a dish of ham-rashers and eggs. The very fizzing of them on the fire, Molly, nearly overcame me! But that wasn"t all; but he put down on the table a case of sardines and a gla.s.s bowl of beautiful honey, just as if he wanted to make my suffering unbearable. It was all I could do to stand it. At last, when he had everything ready, he went to a door at the end of the room and knocked. Something was said inside that I didn"t catch, but he answered quickly, "Oui, Madame," and a minute after out they walked. Oh, Molly, there "s not words in the language to express even half of my feelings at that moment. Indeed, for a minute or two I would n"t credit my senses, but thought it was an optical confusion. In she flounced, my dear, just as if she was walking into the Court of St. James"s, with one arm within his, and the other hand gracefully holding up her dress, and _he_, with a gla.s.s stuck in his eye, gave us a look as he pa.s.sed just as if we were the people of the place.

Down they sat in all state, smiling at each other, and settling their napkins as coolly as if they were at the Clarendon. "Will you try a rasher, my dear?" "Thanks, love; I"ll trouble you." It was "love" and "dear" every word with them; and such looks as pa.s.sed, Molly, I am ashamed even to think of it! Heaven knows I never looked that way at K.

I. There I sat watching them; for worlds I could n"t take my eyes away; and though Mary Anne whispered and implored, and even tried to force me, I was chained to the spot. To be sure, it"s little they minded me! They talked away about Lady Sarah This and Sir Joseph That; wondered if the Marquis had gone down to Scotland, and whether the d.u.c.h.ess would meet them at Milan. As I told you before, Molly, I was n"t quite sure my eyes did n"t betray me, and while I was thus struggling with my doubts, in came K. I. "I was over the whole place, Jemi," said he, "and there "s not a sc.r.a.p of victuals to be had for love or money. They say, however, that there "s an English family--" When he got that far, he stopped short, for his eyes just fell on the pair at breakfast.

"May I never, Mrs. D.," said he, "but that"s our friend Mrs. G. H. As sure as I"m here, that"s herself and no other."

"And of course quite a surprise to you," said I, with a look, Molly, that went through him.

"Faith, I suppose so," said he, trying to laugh. "I wasn"t exactly thinking of her at this moment. At all events, the meeting is fortunate; for one might die of hunger here."

I need n"t tell you, Molly, that I "d rather endure the trials of Tartary than I "d touch a morsel belonging to her; but before I could say so, up he goes to the table, bowing, and smiling, and smirking in a way that I "m sure he thought quite irresistible. She, however, never looked up from her teacup, but her companion stuck his gla.s.s in his eye, and stared impudently without speaking.

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"If I "m not greatly mistaken," said K. I., "I have the honor and the happiness to see before me--"

"Mistake,--quite a mistake, my good man. Au! au!" said the other, cutting him short. "Never saw you before in my life!"

"Nor are _you_, sir, the object of my recognition. It is this lady,--Mrs. Gore Hampton."

She lifted her head at this, and stared at K. I. as coldly as if he was a wax image in a hairdresser"s window.

"Don"t you remember me, ma"am?" says he, in a soft voice; "or must I tell you my name?"

"I"m afraid even that, sir, would not suffice," said she, with a most insulting smile of compa.s.sion.

"Ain"t you Mrs. Gore Hampton, ma"am?" asked he, trembling all over between pa.s.sion and astonishment.

"Pray, do send him away, Augustus," said she, sipping her tea.

"Don"t you perceive, sir--eh, au--don"t you see--that it"s a au--au, eh--a misconception--a kind of a demned blunder?"

"I tell you what I see, sir," said K. I,--"I see a lady that travelled day and night in my company, and with no other companion too, for two hundred and seventy miles; that lived in the same hotel, dined at the same table, and, what"s more--"

But I could n"t bear it any longer, Molly. Human nature is not strong enough for trials like this,--to hear him boasting before my face of his base behavior, and to see her sitting coolly by listening to it. I gave a screech that made the house ring, and went off in the strongest fit of screaming ever I took in my life. I tore my cap to tatters, and pulled down my hair,--and, indeed, if what they say be true, my sufferings must have been dreadful; for I didn"t leave a bit of whisker on one of the guides, and held another by the cheek till he was nigh insensible. I was four hours coming to myself; but many of the others were n"t in a much better state when it was all over. The girls were completely overcome, and K. I. taken with spasms, that drew him up like a football. Meanwhile _she_ and her friend were off; never till the last minute as much as saying one word to any of us, but going away, as I may say, with colors flying, and all the "horrors of war."

Oh, Molly, was n"t that more than mere human fragility is required to bear, not to speak of the starvation and misery in my weak state? Black bread and onions, that was our dinner, washed down with the sourest vinegar, called wine forsooth, I ever tasted. And that"s the way we crossed the Alps, my dear, and them the pleasures that accompanied us into the beautiful South.

If I wanted a proof of K. I."s misconduct, Molly, was n"t this scene decisive? Where would be the motive of her behavior, if it was n"t conscious guilt? That was the ground I took in discussing the subject as we came along; and a more lamentable spectacle of confounded iniquity than he exhibited I never beheld. To be sure, I did n"t spare him much, and jibed him on the ingrat.i.tude his devotion met with, till he grew nearly purple with pa.s.sion. "Mrs. D.," said he, at last, "when we lived at home, in Ireland, we had our quarrels like other people, about the expense of the house, and waste in the kitchen, the time the horses was kept out under the rain, and such-like,--but it never occurred to you to fancy me a gay Lutherian. What the ------ has put that in your head now? Is it coming abroad? for, if so, that"s another grudge I owe this infernal excursion!"

"You"ve just guessed it, Mr. Dodd, then," said I. "When you were at home in your own place, you were content like the other old fools of your own time of life, with a knowing glance of the eye, a sly look, and maybe a pa.s.sing word or two, to a pretty girl; but no sooner did you put foot on foreign ground than you fancied yourself a lady-killer! You never saw how absurd you were, though I was telling it to you day and night. You would n"t believe how the whole world was laughing at you, though I said so to the girls."

I improved on this theme till we came at nightfall to the foot of the Alps, and by that time--take my word for it, Mrs. Gallagher--there was n"t much more to be said on the subject.

New troubles awaited us here, Molly. I wonder will they ever end? You may remember that I told you how the wheels was taken off our carriage to put it on a sledge on account of the snow. Well, my dear, what do you think the creatures did, but they sent our wheels over the Great St. Bernardt,--I think they call it,--and when we arrived here we found ourselves on the hard road without any wheels to the coach, but sitting with the axles in the mud! I only ask you where"s the temper can stand that? And worse, too, for K. I. sat down on a stone to look at us, and laughed till the tears run down his wicked old cheeks and made him look downright horrid.

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"May I never!" said he, "but I "d come the whole way from Ireland for one hearty laugh like this! It"s the only thing I "ve yet met that requites me for coming! If I live fifty years, I"ll never forget it."

I perceive that I have n"t s.p.a.ce for the reply I made him, so that I must leave you to fill it up for yourself, and believe me your

Ever attached and suffering

Jemima Dodd.

LETTER VIII. JAMES DODD TO LORD GEORGE TIVERTON, M. P., POSTE RESTANTE, BREGENZ.

Hotel of All Nations, Baths of Homburg.

My dear Tiverton,--You often said I was a fellow to make a spoon or spoil a--something which I have forgotten--and I begin to fancy that you were a better prophet than that fellow in "Bell"s Life" who always predicts the horse that does _not_ win the Oaks. When we parted a few days ago, my mind was resolutely bent on becoming another Metternich or Palmerston. I imagined a whole life of brilliant diplomatic successes, and thought of myself receiving the freedom of the City of London, dining with the Queen, and making "very pretty running" for the peerage.

What will you say, then, when I tell you that I despise the highest honors of the entire career, and would n"t take the seals of the Foreign Office, if pressed on my acceptance this minute? To save myself from even the momentary accusation of madness, I "ll give you--and in as few words as I can--ray explanation. As I have just said, I set out with my head full of Amba.s.sadorial ambitions, and jogged along towards England, scarcely noticing the road or speaking to my fellow-travellers. On arriving at Frankfort, however, I saw nothing on all sides of me but announcements and advertis.e.m.e.nts of the baths of Homburg,--"The last week of the season, and the most brilliant of all." Gorgeous descriptions of the voluptuous delights of the place--lists of distinguished visitors, and spicy bits of scandal--alternated with anecdotes of those who had "broke the bank," and were buying up all the chateaux and parks in the neighborhood. I tried to laugh at these pictorial puffs; I did my best to treat them as mere humbugs; but it would n"t do. I went to bed so full of them that I dreamed all night of the play-table, and fancied myself once again the terror of croupiers, and the admired of the fashionable circle in the _salon_. To crown all, a waiter called me to say that the carriage I had ordered for the baths was at the door. I attempted to undeceive him; but even there my effort was a failure; and, convinced that there was a fate in the matter, I jumped out of bed, dressed, and set off, firmly impressed with the notion that I was not a free agent, but actually impelled and driven by destiny to go and win my millions at Homburg.

Perhaps my ardor was somewhat cooled down by the aspect of the place. It has few of the advantages nature has so lavishly bestowed on Baden, and which really impart to that delightful resort a charm that totally disarms you of all distrust, and make you forget that you are in a land of "legs" and swindlers, and that every second man you meet is a rogue or a runaway. Now, Homburg does not, as the French say, "impose" in this way. You see at once that it is a "h.e.l.l," and that the only amus.e.m.e.nt is to ruin or to be ruined.

"No matter," thought I; "I have already graduated at the green table; I have taken my degree in arts at Baden, and am no young hand fresh from Oxford and new to the Continent; I "ll just go down and try my luck--as a fisherman whips a stream. If they rise to my fly,--well; if not, pack up the traps, and try some other water." You know that my capital was not a strong one,--about a hundred and thirty in cash, and a bill on Drummond for a hundred more,--and with this, the governor had "cleared me out" for at least six months to come. I was therefore obliged to "come it small;" and merely dabbled away with a few "Naps.," which, by dint of extraordinary patience and intense application, I succeeded in acc.u.mulating to the gross total of sixty. As I foresaw that I could n"t loiter above a day longer, I went down in the evening to experimentalize on this fund, and, after a few hours, rose a winner of thirty-two thousand odd hundred francs. The following morning, I more than doubled this; and in the evening, won a trifle of twenty thousand francs; when, seeing the game take a capricious turn, I left off, and went to supper.

I was an utter stranger in the place, had not even a pa.s.sing acquaintance with any one; so that, although dying for a little companionship, I had nothing for it but to order my roast partridge in my own apartment, and hobn.o.b with myself. It is true, I was in capital spirits,--I had made glorious running, and no mistake,--and I drank my health, and returned thanks for the toast with an eloquence that really astonished me. Egad, I think the waiter must have thought me mad, as he heard me hip, hipping with "one cheer more," to the sentiment.

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I suppose I must have felt called on to sing; for sing I did, and, I am afraid, with far more zeal than musical talent; for I overheard a t.i.ttering of voices outside my door, and could plainly perceive that the household had a.s.sembled as audience. What cared I for this? The world had gone too well with me of late to make me thin-skinned or peevishly disposed. I could afford to be forgiving and generous: and I revelled in the very thought that I was soaring in an atmosphere to which trifling and petty annoyances never ascended. In this enviable frame of mind was I, when a waiter presented himself with a most obsequious bow, and, in a voice of submissive civility, implored me to moderate my musical transports, since the lady who occupied the adjoining apartment was suffering terribly from headache.

"Certainly, of course," was my reply at once; and as he was leaving the room,--just by way of having something to say,--I asked, "Is she young, waiter?"

"Young and beautiful, sir."

"An angel, eh?"

"Quite handsome enough to be one, sir, I"m certain."

"And her name?"

"The Countess de St. Auber, widow of the celebrated Count de St. Auber, of whom Monsieur must have read in the newspapers."

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