"Why?"
"If I killed you," the Colonel replied, eyeing him steadily, "would it dry my neckcloth or clean my face?"
"No!" Payton retorted with a sneer, "but it would clean your honour!"
He had felt the reprehension in the air, he had been conscious for a few seconds that he had not the room with him; but the perception made him only the more arrogant now that he felt his feet again. "It would prove, man, that, unlike the beasts that perish, you valued something more than your life!"
"I do."
"What?" Payton asked with careless disdain.
"Among other things, my duty." Payton laughed brutally. "Why, by the powers, you _are_ a preacher!" he retorted. "Hang your duty, sir, and you for a craven! Give me acts, not words! It"s a man"s duty to defend his honour, and you talk of your neckcloth! There"s for a new neckcloth!" He pulled out a half-crown and flung it, with an insulting gesture, upon the table. "Show us your back, and for the future give gentlemen of honour--a wide berth! You are no mate for them!"
The act and the words were too strong for the stomachs of the more generous among his hearers. A murmur, an undoubted murmur rose--for if Payton was feared he was not loved; and the sallow-faced man, whose name was Marsh, spoke out. "Easy, Payton," he said. "The gentleman----"
"The gentleman, eh?"
"Did not come here of his own accord, and you"ve said enough, and done enough! For my part----"
"I didn"t ask for your interference!" the other cried insolently.
"Well, anyway----"
"And I don"t want it! And I won"t have it; do you hear, Marsh?" Payton repeated menacingly. "You know me, and I know you."
"I know that you are a better fencer and a better shot than I am,"
Marsh replied, shrugging his shoulders, "and I daresay than any of us.
We are apt to believe it, anyway. But----"
"I would advise you to let that be enough," Payton sneered.
It was then that the Colonel, who had stood silent during the altercation of which he was the subject, spoke--and in a tone somewhat altered. "I am much obliged to you, sir," he said, addressing the sallow-faced man, "but I will cause no further trouble. I crave leave to say one word only, which may come home to some among you. We are all, at times, at the mercy of mean persons. Yes, sir, of mean persons," the Colonel repeated, raising his voice and speaking in a tone so determined--he seemed another man--that Payton, in the act of seizing a decanter to hurl at him, hesitated. "For any but a mean person," Colonel John continued, drawing himself up to his full height, "finding that he had insulted one who could not meet him on even terms--one who could not resent the insult in the manner intended--would have deemed it all one as if he had insulted a one-armed man, or a blind man, and would have set himself right by an apology."
At that word Payton found his voice. "Hang your apology!" he cried furiously.
"By an apology," the Colonel repeated, fixing him with eyes of unmeasured contempt, "which would have lowered him no more than an apology to a woman or a child. Not doing so, his act dishonours himself only, and those who sit with him. And one day, unless I mistake not, his own blood, and the blood of others, will rest upon his head."
With that word the speaker turned slowly, walked with an even pace to the door, and opened it, none gainsaying him. On the threshold he paused and looked back. Something, possibly some chord of superst.i.tion in his breast which his adversary"s last words had touched, held Payton silent: and silent the Colonel"s raised finger found him.
"I believe," Colonel John said, gazing solemnly at him, "that we shall meet again." And he went out.
Payton turned to the table, and, with an unsteady hand, filled a gla.s.s.
He read disapprobation in the eyes about him, but he had shaken the momentary chill from his own spirits, and he stared them down. "Sink the old Square-Toes!" he cried. "He got what he deserved! Who"ll throw a main with me?"
"Thirty guineas against your new mare, if you like?"
"No, confound you," Payton retorted angrily. "Didn"t I say she wasn"t for sale?"
CHAPTER VI
THE MAiTRE D"ARMES
Beyond doubt Colonel John had got himself off the scene with a certain amount of dignity. But with all that he had done and suffered in the lands beyond the Baltic and the Vistula, he had not yet become so perfect a philosopher as to be indifferent to the opinion held of him by others. He was, indeed, as he retired, as unhappy as a more ordinary man might have been in the same case. He knew that he was no craven, that he had given his proofs a score of times. But old deeds and a foreign reputation availed nothing here. And it was with a deep sense of vexation and shame that he rode out of the barrack-yard. Why, oh why! had he been so unlucky as to enter it? He was a man, after all, and the laughter of the mess-room, the taunts of the bully, burned his ears.
Nor were his spirits low on his account only. The cruelty of man to man, the abuse of strength by those who had it, and the pains of those who had it not, the crookedness of the world in which the weak go to the wall--thoughts of these things weighed him down. But more, and more to the purpose, he saw that after what had happened, his chances of success in the enterprise which had brought him to town, and which was itself but a means to an end, were lessened. It might not be possible to pursue that enterprise any farther. This was a mortifying thought, and accounted for the melancholy face with which he sought the inn, and supped; now wishing that he had not done this or that, now pondering how he might turn the flank of a misfortune which threatened to shatter all his plans.
For if he was anxious to recover the mare, his anxiety did not rest there. Her recovery was but a step to other things; to that influence at Morristown which would make him potent for good; to that consideration which would enable him to expel foolish councils, and silence that simmering talk of treason which might at any moment boil up into action and ruin a countryside. But he knew that he could only get the mare from those who held her by imposing himself upon them; and to do this after what had happened seemed impossible. The story would be told, must be told: it would be carried far and wide. Such things were never hid; and he had come off so ill, as the world viewed things, he had cut so poor a figure, that after this he could hope for nothing from his personal influence here or at Morristown. Nothing, unless he could see himself right at Tralee.
He brooded long over the matter, and at length--but not until after his meal--he hit on a plan, promising, though distasteful. He called Bale, and made inquiries through that taciturn man; and next morning he sat late at his breakfast. He had learned that the garrison used the inn much, many of the officers calling there for their "morning"; and the information proved correct. About ten he heard heavy steps in the stone-paved pa.s.sage, spurs rang out an arrogant challenge, voices called for Patsy and Molly, and demanded this or that. By-and-by two officers, almost lads, sauntered into the room in which he sat, and, finding him there, moved with a wink and a grin to the window. They leant out, and he heard them laugh; he knew that they were discussing him before they turned to the daily fare--the neat ankles of a pa.s.sing "colleen," the glancing eyes of the French milliner over the way, or the dog-fight at the corner. The two remained thus, half eclipsed as far as the Colonel was concerned, until presently the sallow-faced man sauntered idly into the room.
He did not see the Colonel at once, but the latter rose and bowed, and Marsh, a little added colour in his face, returned the salute--with an indifferent grace. It was clear that, though he had behaved better than his fellows on the previous day, he had no desire to push the acquaintance farther.
Colonel John, however, gave him no chance. Still standing, and with a grave, courteous face, "May I, as a stranger," he said, "trouble you with a question, sir?"
The two lady-killers at the window heard the words and nudged one another, with a stifled chuckle at their comrade"s predicament. Captain Marsh, with one eye on them, a.s.sented stiffly.
"Is there any one," the Colonel asked, "in Tralee--I fear the chance is small--who gives fencing lessons?--or who is qualified to do so?"
The Captain"s look of surprise yielded to one of pitying comprehension.
He smiled--he could not help it; while the young men drew in their heads to hear the better.
"Yes," he answered, "there is."
"In the regiment, I presume?"
"He is attached to it temporarily. If you will inquire at the Armoury for Lemoine, the Maitre d"Armes, he will oblige you, I have no doubt.
But----"
"If you please?" the Colonel said politely, seeing that Marsh hesitated.
"If you are not a skilled swordsman, I fear that it is not one lesson, or two, or a dozen, will enable you to meet Captain Payton, if you have such a thing in your mind, sir. He is but little weaker than Lemoine, and Lemoine is a fair match with a small-sword for any man out of London. Brady in Dublin, possibly, and perhaps half a dozen in England are his betters, but----" he stopped abruptly, his ear catching a sn.i.g.g.e.r at the window. "I need not trouble you with that," he concluded lamely.
"Still," the Colonel answered simply, "a long reach goes for much, I have heard, and I am tall."
Captain Marsh looked at him in pity, and he might have put his compa.s.sion into words, but for the young bloods at the window, who, he knew, would repeat the conversation. He contented himself, therefore, with saying rather curtly, "I believe it goes some way." And he turned stiffly to go out.
But the Colonel had a last question to put to him. "At what hour," he asked, "should I be most likely to find this--Lemoine, at leisure?"
"Lemoine?"
"If you please."
Marsh opened his mouth to answer, but found himself antic.i.p.ated by one of the youngsters. "Three in the afternoon is the best time," the lad said bluntly, speaking over his shoulder. He popped out his head again, that his face, swollen by his perception of the jest, might not betray it.
But the Colonel seemed to see nothing. "I thank you," he said, bowing courteously.