"Yes, he used to come on Sat.u.r.days, till he was made a Forester.
The Foresters meet every Sat.u.r.day evening."
"Mondays then, or Tuesdays? We haven"t exhausted the week yet, Miss c.o.x."
"No, sir. Mondays he was a Rechabite and went to tent. Tuesdays he would be an Ancient Druid--"
"Gently! On Mondays, you say, he was a Rechabite and went to tent.
What is a Rechabite? And what does he do in a tent?"
_Plaintiff_ (dissolving in tears): "Ah, sir, if I only knew!"
Here the Judge interposed. A Rechabite, he believed, went to a tent, or habitation, for the purpose (among others) of abstaining from alcoholic drinks.
_Plaintiff_ (briskly): "But, my lord, you wouldn"t call that proper courting!"
Defendant"s counsel had taken this opportunity to resume his seat.
But counsel for the plaintiff now arose, with a smile, to re-examine.
"Did Mr. Pretyman walk out with you on Thursday evenings?"
"Oh no, sir. On Thursday evenings Mr. Pretyman was an Oddfellow."
"I think we have only to account for Fridays," said his lordship, after consulting his notes.
"On Fridays, my lord, Mr. Pretyman was an Ancient Buffalo."
"An Ancient Buffalo?"
"Yes, my lord (sobbing). I don"t know what it means, but that was the last straw."
"The first question for the jury to determine," said his lordship, a little later, "is whether an affianced young woman, as such, has a right to expect from her betrothed such attentions as may reasonably be taken as earnest of his desire to fulfil his contract within a reasonable time. In the present instance, the fact that the contract was made does not stand in doubt; it is not disputed. Now arises a second question.
Can a man who is on weekdays a Freemason, a Rechabite, an Oddfellow, a Forester, an Ancient Druid, and an Ancient Buffalo, and on Sundays (as I gather) a Yarmouth Bloater--"
"Plymouth Brother, my lord," plaintiff"s counsel corrected.
"I beg your pardon--a Plymouth Brother. I say, can a man who after his betrothal voluntarily preoccupies himself with these multifarious functions be held--I will not say to have disqualified himself for that willing exchange of confidence which is the surest guarantee of lasting happiness between man and wife--but to have raised such obstacles to the fulfilment of the original contract as reasonably warrant the accusation of _mala fides?_"
Well, the jury held that he could; for without troubling to leave the box they gave their verdict for the plaintiff, and a.s.sessed the damages at one hundred pounds.
Towards the close of the case we all felt ashamed of Pretyman.
His defence had been weak; it struck us as almost derisory; and Mr.
Hansombody agreed with me in a whisper that under similar circ.u.mstances he or I could have made a better fight for it. The fellow had shown no sport. We blushed for our town.
But Troy has a knack of winning its races on the post. Judgment, as the phrase goes, was on the point of being entered accordingly, when the defendant looked up towards the Bench with a sudden, happy smile.
"Here, wait a minute!" he said. "I have a question to put to his lordship."
"Eh?" said the Judge. "Certainly. What is it?"
"I want to know, my lord, if I can claim the benefit of the First Offenders Act?"
The train on the return journey was worse crowded than ever; but n.o.body minded. For we had managed to give plaintiff and defendant a compartment to themselves.
THE BRIDALS OF YSSELMONDE.
When the Grand Duke Ferdinand of Carinthia travelled in state to wed the Princess Sophia of Ysselmonde, he did so by land, and for two reasons; the first being that this was the shortest way, and the second that he possessed no ships. These, at any rate, were the reasons alleged by his Chancellor, to whom he left all arrangements. For himself, he took very little interest in the marriage beyond inquiring the age of his bride.
"Six years," was the answer, and this seemed to him very young, for he had already pa.s.sed his tenth birthday.
The Pope, however, had contrived and blessed the match; so Ferdinand raised no serious objection, but in due course came to Ysselmonde with his bodyguard of the famous Green Carinthian Archers, and two hundred halberdiers and twelve waggons--four to carry his wardrobe, and the remaining eight piled with wedding presents. On the way, while Ferdinand looked for birds" nests, the Chancellor sang the praises of the Princess Sophia, who (he declared) was more beautiful than the day.
"But you have never seen her," objected Ferdinand. "No, your Highness, and that is why I contented myself with a purely conventional phrase;"
and the Chancellor, who practised _finesse_ in his odd moments, began to talk of the sea, the sight of which awaited them at Ysselmonde.
"And what is the sea like?" "Well, your Highness, the sea is somewhat difficult to describe, for in fact there is nothing to compare with it."
"You have seen it, I suppose?" "Sire, I have done more; for once, while serving as Amba.s.sador at Venice, I had the honour to be upset in it."
With such converse they beguiled the road until they reached Ysselmonde, and found the sea completely hidden by flags and triumphal arches.
And there, after three days" feasting, the little Grand Duke and the still smaller Princess were married in the Cathedral by the Cardinal Archbishop, and the Pope"s legate handed them his master"s blessing in a morocco-covered case, and as they drove back to the Palace the Dutchmen waved their hats and shouted "Boo-mp!" but the Carinthian Archers cried "Tala.s.sio!" which not only sounded better, but proved (when they obligingly explained what it meant) that the ancestors of the Grand Duke of Carinthia had lived in Rome long before any Pope.
On reaching the Palace the bride and bridegroom were taken to a gilded drawing-room, and there left to talk together, while the guests filled up the time before the banquet by admiring the presents and calculating their cost. Ferdinand said, "Well, _that"s_ over;" and the Princess said, "Yes,"--for this was their first opportunity of conversing alone.
"You"re a great deal better than I expected," said Ferdinand rea.s.suringly. Indeed, in her straight dress sewn with seed-pearls and her coif of Dutch lace surmounted with a little crown of diamonds, the Princess looked quite beautiful; and he in his white satin suit, crossed with the blue ribbon of St. John Nepomuc, was the handsomest boy she had ever seen. "Besides," he added, "my Chancellor says you are hereditary High Admiral of the Ocean--it"s in the marriage settlement; and that would make up for a lot. Where is it?"
"The Ocean?" She felt very shy still. "I have never seen it, but I believe it"s somewhere at the bottom of the garden."
"Suppose we go and have a look at it?" She was about to say that she must ask leave of her governess, but he looked so masterful and independent that she hadn"t the courage. It gave her quite a thrill as he took her hand and led her out through the low window to the great stone terrace. They pa.s.sed down the terrace steps into a garden ablaze with tulip beds in geometrical patterns; at the foot ran a yew hedge, and beyond it, in a side-walk, they came upon a scullion boy chasing a sulphur-yellow b.u.t.terfly. The Grand Duke forgot his fine manners, and dropped his bride"s hand to join in the chase; but the boy no sooner caught sight of him than he fled with a cry of dismay and popped into an arbour. There, a minute later, the bride and bridegroom found him stooping over a churn and stirring with might and main.
"What are you stirring, boy?" asked Ferdinand.
"Praised be the Virgin!" said the boy, "I _believe_ it"s an ice-pudding for the banquet. But they shouldn"t have put the ice-puddings in the same arbour as the fireworks; for, if your Highness will allow me to say so, you can"t expect old heads on young shoulders."
"Are the fireworks in our honour too?"
"Why, of course," the scullion answered; "everything is in your honour to-day."
This simplified matters wonderfully. The children pa.s.sed on through a gate in the garden wall and came upon a clearing beside a woodstack; and there stood a caravan with its shafts in the air. A woman sat on the tilt at the back, reading, and every now and then glancing towards two men engaged in deadly combat in the middle of the clearing, who shouted as they thrust at one another with long swords.
The little Princess, who, except when driven in her state-coach to the Cathedral, had never before strayed outside the garden, turned very pale and caught at her husband"s hand. But he stepped forward boldly.
"Now yield thee, caitiff, or thine hour has come!" shouted one of the fighters and flourished his blade.
"Sooner I"ll die than tum te tum te tum!" the other answered quite as fiercely.
"Slave of thine become," said the woman from the caravan.