"I dare say," answered Sam, with something of peevishness; "losses is losses: there"s no use talking about "em when they"re over and paid."
"And paid?" here wonderingly spoke Mr. Ringwood; "why, my dear fel--what the deuce--has Florval been with you?"
"D---- Florval!" growled Sam, "I"ve never set eyes on his face since last night; and never wish to see him again."
"Come, come, enough of this talk; how do you intend to settle the bills which you gave him last night?"
"Bills I what do you mean?"
"I mean, sir, these bills," said the Honorable Tom, producing two out of his pocket-book, and looking as stern as a lion. ""I promise to pay, on demand, to the Baron de Florval, the sum of four hundred pounds. October 20, 1838." "Ten days after date I promise to pay the Baron de et caetera et caetera, one hundred and ninety-eight pounds. Samuel Pogson." You didn"t say what regiment you were in."
"WHAT!" shouted poor Sam, as from a dream, starting up and looking preternaturally pale and hideous.
"D---- it, sir, you don"t affect ignorance: you don"t pretend not to remember that you signed these bills, for money lost in my rooms: money LENT to you, by Madame de Florval, at your own request, and lost to her husband? You don"t suppose, sir, that I shall be such an infernal idiot as to believe you, or such a coward as to put up with a mean subterfuge of this sort. Will you, or will you not, pay the money, sir?"
"I will not," said Sam, stoutly; "it"s a d----d swin--"
Here Mr. Ringwood sprung up, clenching his riding-whip, and looking so fierce that Sam and I bounded back to the other end of the room. "Utter that word again, and, by heaven, I"ll murder you!" shouted Mr. Ringwood, and looked as if he would, too: "once more, will you, or will you not, pay this money?"
"I can"t," said Sam faintly.
"I"ll call again, Captain Pogson," said Mr. Ringwood, "I"ll call again in one hour; and, unless you come to some arrangement, you must meet my friend, the Baron de Florval, or I"ll post you for a swindler and a coward." With this he went out: the door thundered to after him, and when the clink of his steps departing had subsided, I was enabled to look round at Pog. The poor little man had his elbows on the marble table, his head between his hands, and looked, as one has seen gentlemen look over a steam-vessel off Ramsgate, the wind blowing remarkably fresh: at last he fairly burst out crying.
"If Mrs. Pogson heard of this," said I, "what would become of the "Three Tuns?"" (for I wished to give him a lesson). "If your Ma, who took you every Sunday to meeting, should know that her boy was paying attention to married women;--if Drench, Glauber and Co., your employers, were to know that their confidential agent was a gambler, and unfit to be trusted with their money, how long do you think your connection would last with them, and who would afterwards employ you?"
To this poor Pog had not a word of answer; but sat on his sofa whimpering so bitterly, that the sternest of moralists would have relented towards him, and would have been touched by the little wretch"s tears. Everything, too, must be pleaded in excuse for this unfortunate bagman: who, if he wished to pa.s.s for a captain, had only done so because he had an intense respect and longing for rank: if he had made love to the Baroness, had only done so because he was given to understand by Lord Byron"s "Don Juan" that making love was a very correct, natty thing: and if he had gambled, had only been induced to do so by the bright eyes and example of the Baron and the Baroness. O ye Barons and Baronesses of England! if ye knew what a number of small commoners are daily occupied in studying your lives, and imitating your aristocratic ways, how careful would ye be of your morals, manners, and conversation!
My soul was filled, then, with a gentle yearning pity for Pogson, and revolved many plans for his rescue: none of these seeming to be practicable, at last we hit on the very wisest of all, and determined to apply for counsel to no less a person than Major British.
A blessing it is to be acquainted with my worthy friend, little Major British; and heaven, sure, it was that put the Major into my head, when I heard of this awkward sc.r.a.pe of poor Fog"s. The Major is on half-pay, and occupies a modest apartment au quatrieme, in the very hotel which Pogson had patronized at my suggestion; indeed, I had chosen it from Major British"s own peculiar recommendation.
There is no better guide to follow than such a character as the honest Major, of whom there are many likenesses now scattered over the Continent of Europe: men who love to live well, and are forced to live cheaply, and who find the English abroad a thousand times easier, merrier, and more hospitable than the same persons at home. I, for my part, never landed on Calais pier without feeling that a load of sorrows was left on the other side of the water; and have always fancied that black care stepped on board the steamer, along with the custom-house officers at Gravesend, and accompanied one to yonder black louring towers of London--so busy, so dismal, and so vast.
British would have cut any foreigner"s throat who ventured to say so much, but entertained, no doubt, private sentiments of this nature; for he pa.s.sed eight months of the year, regularly, abroad, with headquarters at Paris (the garrets before alluded to), and only went to England for the month"s shooting, on the grounds of his old colonel, now an old lord, of whose acquaintance the Major was pa.s.sably inclined to boast.
He loved and respected, like a good staunch Tory as he is, every one of the English n.o.bility; gave himself certain little airs of a man of fashion, that were by no means disagreeable; and was, indeed, kindly regarded by such English aristocracy as he met, in his little annual tours among the German courts, in Italy or in Paris, where he never missed an amba.s.sador"s night: he retailed to us, who didn"t go, but were delighted to know all that had taken place, accurate accounts of the dishes, the dresses, and the scandal which had there fallen under his observation.
He is, moreover, one of the most useful persons in society that can possibly be; for besides being incorrigibly duelsome on his own account, he is, for others, the most acute and peaceable counsellor in the world, and has carried more friends through sc.r.a.pes and prevented more deaths than any member of the Humane Society. British never bought a single step in the army, as is well known. In "14 he killed a celebrated French fire-eater, who had slain a young friend of his, and living, as he does, a great deal with young men of pleasure, and good old sober family people, he is loved by them both and has as welcome a place made for him at a roaring bachelor"s supper at the "Cafe Anglais," as at a staid dowager"s dinner-table in the Faubourg St. Honore. Such pleasant old boys are very profitable acquaintances, let me tell you; and lucky is the young man who has one or two such friends in his list.
Hurrying on Fogson in his dress, I conducted him, panting, up to the Major"s quatrieme, where we were cheerfully bidden to come in. The little gentleman was in his travelling jacket, and occupied in painting, elegantly, one of those natty pairs of boots in which he daily promenaded the Boulevards. A couple of pairs of tough buff gloves had been undergoing some pipe-claying operation under his hands; no man stepped out so spick and span, with a hat so nicely brushed, with a stiff cravat tied so neatly under a fat little red face, with a blue frock-coat so scrupulously fitted to a punchy little person, as Major British, about whom we have written these two pages. He stared rather hardly at my companion, but gave me a kind shake of the hand, and we proceeded at once to business. "Major British," said I, "we want your advice in regard to an unpleasant affair which has just occurred to my friend Pogson."
"Pogson, take a chair."
"You must know, sir, that Mr. Pogson, coming from Calais the other day, encountered, in the diligence, a very handsome woman."
British winked at Pogson, who, wretched as he was, could not help feeling pleased.
"Mr. Pogson was not more pleased with this lovely creature than was she with him; for, it appears, she gave him her card, invited him to her house, where he has been constantly, and has been received with much kindness."
"I see," says British.
"Her husband the Baron--"
"NOW it"s coming," said the Major, with a grin: "her husband is jealous, I suppose, and there is a talk of the Bois de Boulogne: my dear sir, you can"t refuse--can"t refuse."
"It"s not that," said Pogson, wagging his head pa.s.sionately.
"Her husband the Baron seemed quite as much taken with Pogson as his lady was, and has introduced him to some very distingue friends of his own set. Last night one of the Baron"s friends gave a party in honor of my friend Pogson, who lost forty-eight pounds at cards BEFORE he was made drunk, and heaven knows how much after."
"Not a shilling, by sacred heaven!--not a shilling!" yelled out Pogson.
"After the supper I "ad such an "eadach", I couldn"t do anything but fall asleep on the sofa."
"You "ad such an "eadach", sir," says British, sternly, who piques himself on his grammar and p.r.o.nunciation, and scorns a c.o.c.kney.
"Such a H-eadache, sir," replied Pogson, with much meekness.
"The unfortunate man is brought home at two o"clock, as tipsy as possible, dragged up stairs, senseless, to bed, and, on waking, receives a visit from his entertainer of the night before--a lord"s son, Major, a tip-top fellow,--who brings a couple of bills that my friend Pogson is said to have signed."
"Well, my dear fellow, the thing"s quite simple,--he must pay them."
"I can"t pay them."
"He can"t pay them," said we both in a breath: "Pogson is a commercial traveller, with thirty shillings a week, and how the deuce is he to pay five hundred pounds?"
"A bagman, sir! and what right has a bagman to gamble? Gentlemen gamble, sir; tradesmen, sir, have no business with the amus.e.m.e.nts of the gentry.
What business had you with barons and lords" sons, sir?--serve you right, sir."
"Sir," says Pogson, with some dignity, "merit, and not birth, is the criterion of a man: I despise an hereditary aristocracy, and admire only Nature"s gentlemen. For my part, I think that a British merch--"
"Hold your tongue, sir," bounced out the Major, "and don"t lecture me; don"t come to me, sir, with your slang about Nature"s gentlemen--Nature"s tomfools, sir! Did Nature open a cash account for you at a banker"s, sir? Did Nature give you an education, sir? What do you mean by competing with people to whom Nature has given all these things? Stick to your bags, Mr. Pogson, and your bagmen, and leave barons and their like to their own ways."
"Yes, but, Major," here cried that faithful friend, who has always stood by Pogson; "they won"t leave him alone."
"The honorable gent says I must fight if I don"t pay," whimpered Sam.
"What! fight YOU? Do you mean that the honorable gent, as you call him, will go out with a bagman?"
"He doesn"t know I"m a--I"m a commercial man," blushingly said Sam: "he fancies I"m a military gent."
The Major"s gravity was quite upset at this absurd notion; and he laughed outrageously. "Why, the fact is, sir," said I, "that my friend Pogson, knowing the value of the t.i.tle of Captain, and being complimented by the Baroness on his warlike appearance, said, boldly, he was in the army. He only a.s.sumed the rank in order to dazzle her weak imagination, never fancying that there was a husband, and a circle of friends, with whom he was afterwards to make an acquaintance; and then, you know, it was too late to withdraw."
"A pretty pickle you have put yourself in, Mr. Pogson, by making love to other men"s wives, and calling yourself names," said the Major, who was restored to good humor. "And pray, who is the honorable gent?"
"The Earl of Cinqbars" son," says Pogson, "the Honorable Tom Ringwood."
"I thought it was some such character; and the Baron is the Baron de Florval-Delval?"
"The very same."