"You"ll spoil that weeper," Adrian cried. "Down she comes! But good-night, Ricky. If you see Benson mind you tell him."
Doomed Benson following his burly shadow hove in sight on the white road while Adrian spoke. The wise youth chuckled and strolled round the lake, glancing over his shoulder every now and then.
It was not long before he heard a bellow for help--the roar of a dragon in his throes. Adrian placidly sat down on the gra.s.s, and fixed his eyes on the water. There, as the roar was being repeated amid horrid resounding echoes, the wise youth mused in this wise--
""The Fates are Jews with us when they delay a punishment," says THE PILGRIM"S SCRIP, or words to that effect. The heavens evidently love Benson, seeing that he gets his punishment on the spot. Master Ricky is a peppery young man. He gets it from the apt Gruffudh. I rather believe in race. What a noise that old ruffian makes! He"ll require poulticing with THE PILGRIM"S SCRIP. We shall have a message to-morrow, and a hubbub, and perhaps all go to town, which won"t be bad for one who"s been a prey to all the desires born of dulness.
Benson howls: there"s life in the old dog yet! He bays the moon.
Look at her. She doesn"t care. It"s the same to her whether we coo like turtle-doves or roar like twenty lions. How complacent she looks!
And yet she has just as much sympathy for Benson as for Cupid. She would smile on if both were being birched. Was that a raven or Benson?
He howls no more. It sounds guttural: frog-like--something between the brek-kek-kek and the hoa.r.s.e raven"s croak. The fellow"ll be killing him. It"s time to go to the rescue. A deliverer gets more honour by coming in at the last gasp than if he forestalled catastrophe.--Ho, there, what"s the matter?"
So saying, the wise youth rose, and leisurely trotted to the scene of battle, where stood St. George puffing over the prostrate Dragon.
"Holloa, Ricky! is it you?" said Adrian. "What"s this? Whom have we here?--Benson, as I live!"
"Make this beast get up," Richard returned, breathing hard, and shaking his great ash-branch.
"He seems incapable, my dear boy. What have you been up to?--Benson! Benson!--I say, Ricky, this looks bad."
"He"s shamming!" Richard clamoured like a savage. "Spy upon me, will he? I tell you, he"s shamming. He hasn"t had half enough. Nothing"s too bad for a spy. Let him get up!"
"Insatiated youth! do throw away that enormous weapon."
"He has written to my father," Richard shouted. "The miserable spy!
Let him get up!"
"Ooogh! I won"t!" huskily groaned Benson. "Mr. Hadrian, you"re a witness he"s--my back!"---- Cavernous noises took up the tale of his maltreatment.
"I daresay you love your back better than any part of your body now," Adrian muttered. "Come, Benson! be a man. Mr. Richard has thrown away the stick. Come, and get off home, and let"s see the extent of the damage."
"Ooogh! he"s a devil! Mr. Hadrian, sir, he"s a devil!" groaned Benson, turning half over in the road to ease his aches.
Adrian caught hold of Benson"s collar and lifted him to a sitting posture. He then had a glimpse of what his hopeful pupil"s hand could do in wrath. The wretched butler"s coat was slit and welted; his hat knocked in; his flabby spirit so broken that he started and trembled if his pitiless executioner stirred a foot. Richard stood over him, grasping his great stick; no dawn of mercy for Benson in any corner of his features.
Benson screwed his neck round to look up at him, and immediately gasped, "I won"t get up! I won"t! He"s ready to murder me again!--Mr. Hadrian! if you stand by and see it, you"re liable to the law, sir--I won"t get up while he"s near." No persuasion could induce Benson to try his legs while his executioner stood by.
Adrian took Richard aside: "You"ve almost killed the poor devil, Ricky. You must be satisfied with that. Look at his face."
"The coward bobbed while I struck," said Richard. "I marked his back. He ducked. I told him he was getting it worse."
At so civilized piece of savagery, Adrian opened his mouth wide.
"Did you really? I admire that. You told him he was getting it worse?"
Adrian opened his mouth again to shake another roll of laughter out.
"Come," he said, "Excalibur has done his work. Pitch him into the lake. And see--here comes the Blandish. You can"t be at it again before a woman. Go and meet her, and tell her the noise was an ox being slaughtered. Or say Argus."
With a whirr that made all Benson"s bruises moan and quiver, the great ash-branch shot aloft, and Richard swung off to intercept Lady Blandish.
Adrian got Benson on his feet. The heavy butler was disposed to summon all the commiseration he could feel for his bruised flesh.
Every half-step he attempted was like a dislocation. His groans and grunts were frightful.
"How much did that hat cost, Benson?" said Adrian, as he put it on his head.
"A five-and-twenty shilling beaver, Mr. Hadrian!" Benson caressed its injuries.
"The cheapest policy of insurance I remember to have heard of!" said Adrian.
Benson staggered, moaning at intervals to his cruel comforter--
"He"s a devil, Mr. Hadrian! He"s a devil, sir, I do believe, sir.
Ooogh! he"s a devil!--I can"t move, Mr. Hadrian. I must be fetched.
And Dr. Clifford must be sent for, sir. I shall never be fit for work again. I haven"t a sound bone in my body, Mr. Hadrian."
"You see, Benson, this comes of your declaring war upon Venus. I hope the maids will nurse you properly. Let me see: you are friends with the housekeeper, aren"t you? All depends upon that."
"I"m only a faithful servant, Mr. Hadrian," the miserable butler snarled.
"Then you"ve got no friend but your bed. Get to it as quick as possible, Benson."
"I can"t move." Benson made a resolute halt. "I must be fetched," he whinnied. "It"s a shame to ask me to move, Mr. Hadrian."
"You will admit that you are heavy, Benson," said Adrian, "so I can"t carry you. However, I see Mr. Richard is very kindly returning to help me."
At these words heavy Benson instantly found his legs, and shambled on.
Lady Blandish met Richard in dismay.
"I have been horribly frightened," she said. "Tell me, what was the meaning of those cries I heard?"
"Only some one doing justice on a spy," said Richard, and the lady smiled, and looked on him fondly, and put her hand through his hair.
"Was that all? I should have done it myself if I had been a man.
Kiss me."
CHAPTER XXI
RICHARD IS SUMMONED TO TOWN TO HEAR A SERMON
By twelve o"clock at noon next day the inhabitants of Raynham Abbey knew that Berry, the baronet"s man, had arrived post-haste from town, with orders to conduct Mr. Richard thither, and that Mr.
Richard had refused to go, had sworn he would not, defied his father, and despatched Berry to the Shades. Berry was all that Benson was not. Whereas Benson hated woman, Berry admired her warmly. Second to his own stately person, woman occupied his reflections, and commanded his homage. Berry was of majestic port, and used dictionary words. Among the maids of Raynham his conscious calves produced all the discord and the frenzy those adornments seem destined to create in tender bosoms. He had, moreover, the reputation of having suffered for the s.e.x; which a.s.sisted his object in inducing the s.e.x to suffer for him. What with his calves, and his dictionary words, and the attractive halo of the mysterious vindictiveness of Venus surrounding him, this Adonis of the lower household was a mighty man below, and he moved as one.
On hearing the tumult that followed Berry"s arrival, Adrian sent for him, and was informed of the nature of his mission, and its result.