"DEAR RIPTON,--You are to get lodgings for a lady immediately.
Not a word to a soul. Then come along with Tom.
R. D. F."
"Lodgings for a lady!" Ripton meditated aloud: "What sort of lodgings? Where am I to get lodgings? Who"s the lady?--I say!" he addressed the mysterious messenger. "So you"re Tom Bakewell, are you, Tom?"
Tom grinned his ident.i.ty.
"Do you remember the rick, Tom? Ha! ha! We got out of that neatly.
We might all have been transported, though. I could have convicted you, Tom, safe! It"s no use coming across a practised lawyer. Now tell me." Ripton having nourished his powers, commenced his examination: "Who"s this lady?"
"Better wait till you see Mr. Richard, sir," Tom resumed his scowl to reply.
"Ah!" Ripton acquiesced. "Is she young, Tom?"
Tom said she was not old.
"Handsome, Tom?"
"Some might think one thing, some another," Tom said.
"And where does she come from now?" asked Ripton with the friendly cheerfulness of a baffled counsellor.
"Comes from the country, sir."
"A friend of the family, I suppose? a relation?"
Ripton left this insinuating query to be answered by a look. Tom"s face was a dead blank.
"Ah!" Ripton took a breath, and eyed the mask opposite him. "Why, you"re quite a scholar, Tom! Mr. Richard is well? All right at home?"
"Come to town this mornin" with his uncle," said Tom. "All well, thank ye, sir."
"Ha!" cried Ripton, more than ever puzzled, "now I see. You all came to town to-day, and these are your boxes outside. So, so! But Mr.
Richard writes for me to get lodgings for a lady. There must be some mistake--he wrote in a hurry. He wants lodgings for you all--eh?"
""M sure I d"n know what he wants," said Tom. "You"d better go by the letter, sir."
Ripton re-consulted that doc.u.ment. ""Lodgings for a lady, and then come along with Tom. Not a word to a soul." I say! that looks like--but he never cared for _them_. You don"t mean to say, Tom, he"s been running away with anybody?"
Tom fell back upon his first reply: "Better wait till ye see Mr.
Richard, sir," and Ripton exclaimed: "Hanged if you ain"t the tightest witness I ever saw! I shouldn"t like to have you in a box.
Some of you country fellows beat any number of c.o.c.kneys. You do!"
Tom received the compliment stubbornly on his guard, and Ripton, as nothing was to be got out of him, set about considering how to perform his friend"s injunctions; deciding firstly, that a lady fresh from the country ought to lodge near the parks, in which direction he told the cabman to drive. Thus, unaware of his high destiny, Ripton joined the hero, and accepted his character in the New Comedy.
It is, nevertheless, true that certain favoured people do have beneficent omens to prepare them for their parts when the hero is in full career, so that they really may be nerved to meet him; ay, and to check him in his course, had they that signal courage. For instance, Mrs. Elizabeth Berry, a ripe and wholesome landlady of advertised lodgings, on the borders of Kensington, noted, as she sat rocking her contemplative person before the parlour fire this very March afternoon, a supernatural tendency in that fire to burn _all on one side_: which signifies that a wedding approaches the house.
Why--who shall say? Omens are as impa.s.sable as heroes. It may be because in these affairs the fire is thought to be all on one side.
Enough that the omen exists, and spoke its solemn warning to the devout woman. Mrs. Berry, in her circle, was known as a certified lecturer against the snares of matrimony. Still that was no reason why she should not like a wedding. Expectant, therefore, she watched the one glowing cheek of Hymen, and with pleasing tremours beheld a cab of many boxes draw up by her bit of garden, and a gentleman emerge from it in the act of consulting an advertis.e.m.e.nt paper. The gentleman required lodgings for a lady. Lodgings for a lady Mrs.
Berry could produce, and a very roseate smile for a gentleman; so much so that Ripton forgot to ask about the terms, which made the landlady in Mrs. Berry leap up to embrace him as the happy man. But her experienced woman"s eye checked her enthusiasm. He had not the air of a bridegroom: he did not seem to have a weight on his chest, or an itch to twiddle everything with his fingers. At any rate, he was not the bridegroom for whom omens fly abroad. Promising to have all ready for the lady within an hour, Mrs. Berry fortified him with her card, curtsied him back to his cab, and floated him off on her smiles.
The remarkable vehicle which had woven this thread of intrigue through London streets, now proceeded sedately to finish its operations. Ripton was landed at a hotel in Westminster. Ere he was half-way up the stairs, a door opened, and his old comrade in adventure rushed down. Richard allowed up time for salutations.
"Have you done it?" was all he asked. For answer Ripton handed him Mrs. Berry"s card. Richard took it, and left him standing there.
Five minutes elapsed, and then Ripton heard the gracious rustle of feminine garments above. Richard came a little in advance, leading and half supporting a figure in a black-silk mantle and small black straw bonnet; young--that was certain, though she held her veil so close he could hardly catch the outlines of her face; girlishly slender, and sweet and simple in appearance. The hush that came with her, and her soft manner of moving, stirred the silly youth to some of those ardours that awaken the Knight of Dames in our bosoms. He felt that he would have given considerable sums for her to lift her veil. He could see that she was trembling--perhaps weeping. It was the master of her fate she clung to. They pa.s.sed him without speaking. As she went by, her head pa.s.sively bent, Ripton had a glimpse of n.o.ble tresses and a lovely neck; great golden curls hung loosely behind, pouring from under her bonnet. She looked a captive borne to the sacrifice. What Ripton, after a sight of those curls, would have given for her just to lift her veil an instant and strike him blind with beauty, was, fortunately for his exchequer, never demanded of him. And he had absolutely been composing speeches as he came along in the cab! gallant speeches for the lady, and sly congratulatory ones for his friend, to be delivered as occasion should serve, that both might know him a man of the world, and be at their ease. He forgot the smirking immoralities he had revelled in.
This was clearly serious. Ripton did not require to be told that his friend was in love, and meant that life and death business called marriage, parents and guardians consenting or not.
Presently Richard returned to him, and said hurriedly, "I want you now to go to my uncle at our hotel. Keep him quiet till I come. Say I had to see you--say anything. I shall be there by the dinner hour.
Rip! I must talk to you alone after dinner."
Ripton feebly attempted to reply that he was due at home. He was very curious to hear the plot of the New Comedy; and besides, there was Richard"s face questioning him sternly and confidently for signs of unhesitating obedience. He finished his grimaces by asking the name and direction of the hotel. Richard pressed his hand. It is much to obtain even that recognition of our devotion from the hero.
Tom Bakewell also received his priming, and, to judge by his chuckles and grins, rather appeared to enjoy the work cut out for him. In a few minutes they had driven to their separate destinations; Ripton was left to the unusual exercise of his fancy.
Such is the nature of youth and its thirst for romance, that only to act as a subordinate is pleasant. When one unfurls the standard of defiance to parents and guardians, he may be sure of raising a lawless troop of adolescent ruffians, born rebels, to any amount.
The beardless crew know that they have not a chance of pay; but what of that when the rosy prospect of thwarting their elders is in view?
Though it is to see another eat the Forbidden Fruit, they will run all his risks with him. Gaily Ripton took rank as lieutenant in the enterprise, and the moment his heart had sworn the oaths, he was rewarded by an exquisite sense of the charms of existence. London streets wore a sly laugh to him. He walked with a dandified heel.
The generous youth ogled aristocratic carriages, and glanced intimately at the ladies, overflowingly happy. The crossing-sweepers blessed him. He hummed lively tunes, he turned over old jokes in his mouth unctuously, he hugged himself, he had a mind to dance down Piccadilly, and all because a friend of his was running away with a pretty girl, and he was in the secret.
It was only when he stood on the door-step of Richard"s hotel, that his jocund mood was a little dashed by remembering that he had then to commence the duties of his office, and must fabricate a plausible story to account for what he knew nothing about--a part that the greatest of sages would find it difficult to perform. The young, however, whom sages well may envy, seldom fail in lifting their inventive faculties to the level of their spirits, and two minutes of Hippias"s angry complaints against the friend he serenely inquired for, gave Ripton his cue.
"We"re in the very street--within a stone"s-throw of the house, and he jumps like a harlequin out of my cab into another; he must be mad--that boy"s got madness in him!--and carries off all the boxes--my dinner-pills, too! and keeps away the whole of the day, though he promised to go to the doctor, and had a dozen engagements with me," said Hippias, venting an enraged snarl to sum up his grievances.
Ripton at once told him that the doctor was not at home.
"Why, you don"t mean to say he"s been to the doctor?" Hippias cried out.
"He has called on him twice, sir," said Ripton, expressively. "On leaving me he was going a third time. I shouldn"t wonder that"s what detains him--he"s so determined."
By fine degrees Ripton ventured to grow circ.u.mstantial, saying that Richard"s case was urgent and required immediate medical advice; and that both he and his father were of opinion Richard should not lose an hour in obtaining it.
"He"s alarmed about himself," said Ripton, and tapped his chest.
Hippias protested he had never heard a word from his nephew of any physical affliction.
"He was afraid of making you anxious, I think, sir."
Algernon Feverel and Richard came in while he was hammering at the alphabet to recollect the first letter of the doctor"s name. They had met in the hall below, and were laughing heartily as they entered the room. Ripton jumped up to get the initiative.
"Have you seen the doctor?" he asked, significantly plucking at Richard"s fingers.
Richard was all abroad at the question.
Algernon clapped him on the back. "What the deuce do you want with doctor, boy?"
The solid thump awakened him to see matters as they were. "Oh, ay!
the doctor!" he said, smiling frankly at his lieutenant. "Why, he tells me he"d back me to do Milo"s trick in a week from the present day.--Uncle," he came forward to Hippias, "I hope you"ll excuse me for running off as I did. I was in a hurry. I left something at the railway. This stupid Rip thinks I went to the doctor about myself.
The fact was, I wanted to fetch the doctor to see you here--so that you might have no trouble, you know. You can"t bear the sight of his instruments and skeletons--I"ve heard you say so. You said it set all your marrow in revolt--"fried your marrow," I think were the words, and made you see twenty thousand different ways of sliding down to the chambers of the Grim King. Don"t you remember?"