She landed on the platform and took a glance about her, and the folk read in her eye that she had come to enjoy herself. "Reckon I have a right here so well as the best of you, since you put me on the Rate List," says she, with a dry sort of twinkle. And with that she rounded on John a Hall. "I think I heard you talkin" of poison, Mr. Martin," says she, "not to mention kidnapping, and worse. And you asked, or my ears deceived me, if we knew the difference between poison and fair play? Well, we do.
And likewise we know the difference between sickness and shamming; and likewise, again, the difference between making a demonstration in church and walking out because you"ve three fingers of White Ale inside you and it don"t lie down with your other vittles. I ask ye, folks all,"--and here she swung round to the crowd--"did ever one of you hear that Christiana Lebow"s White Ale was poison? Hasn"t it been known and famous in this town before ever a Martin came to trouble us? And hasn"t it times and again steadied my own inside when it rebelled against their attorney"s-- tricks? Well now, I tell you, I gave three fingers of it to Lord William yesterday when he called in the way of politeness on his road to church: and sorry I am for the young man; and wouldn"t ha" done it if I guessed he"d been taking coffee with his breakfast. For White Ale and coffee be like Bottrells and Martins: they weren"t made to mix. And another three fingers I doled out to the old Squire, and more by token "twas the first time he"d ever darkened my threshold. That"s my story: "tis truth from a truth-speaking woman. And now if any silly fellow is going to vote Whig because o" yesterday, all I can say is--let him drink a breakfast cup of coffee and come to me for a gla.s.s of the other stuff; and if in forty minutes" time he"s got any particular concern about Church matters, you may call me a--a--Martin!"
"That"s all very well, ma"am," shouted John a Hall, as soon as he could make himself heard for the laughing. "But it don"t account for the Major."
""Twasn"t meant to, my son," snapped Kitty, by this time in high good humour over her success as a public speaker. "But you started to talk about poison, so I thought I"d correct "ee before you made a second goose of yourself over kidnapping."
But just at this moment a couple of men came running and shouting from the far end of the street.
"We"ve found "en! We"ve found "en!"
"Where is he _to_?" and "I told you so!" cried John a Hall and Kitty both in one breath.
"He"s over "pon the Island, making love to Mrs. Lebow"s youngest daughter, Lally! The tide"s cut "em off; but Arch"laus Trebilc.o.c.k"s put off to fetch "em home in his new boat!"
I"ve heard tell that Kitty took it steady as a regiment. It must have been a dreadful moment, the laughter turning on a sudden against her.
But she stood for a while, and then to the surprise of everyone she lifted her head and smiled with the best. Then she caught old Polsue"s eye, who was watching her as only a parson can, and, like a woman, she fixed on him as the man to answer.
"I reckon I can trust a daughter o" mine," says she.
It must have been nervous work for her, though, as they brought the pair along the street: and poor Lally didn"t help her much by looking a picture of shame. But the Major stepped along gaily and up to the platform; and I"ll warrant a tier of guns there couldn"t have tried a man"s courage worse.
"I humbly beg your pardon, madam. The tide cut us off while I was engaged in persuading your daughter to accept my hand. I cannot tell you,"--here he let fly a lover"s glance at Lally--"if the delay helped me. But she has accepted me, ma"am, and with your leave we shall be the happiest couple in England."
They _do_ say that Mrs. Lebow"s hand went up to box the poor girl"s ears.
But the Bottrells had wits as well as breed, one and all; and it ended by her giving the Major two fingers and dropping him one of those curtseys that I"ve described to you already.
Ay, and the cream of the fun was that, what with her public speaking for one party and giving her daughter to the other, the doubtful voters couldn"t for the life of them tell how to please her. "I"ll vote, if you please, for Mrs. Lebow," said more than one of them, "if you"ll tell me which side she"s for." And I suppose that gave Newte his chance.
At any rate, he returned Lord William and Major Dyngwall as polling 85 and 127 against Dr. Macann 42 and Mr. Saule 36. And so Miss Lally became a Member of Parliament"s wife and rode in her coach.
"Indeed, and I"m sorry for Macann," said Kitty that night, as she untied her bonnet-strings; "but taking one thing with another, "tis long since I"ve had such an enjoyable day."
[1] Probably "Huguenot"s House."
[2] Lineage.
THE HOTWELLS DUEL.
From the Memoirs of Joshua Frampton, Esq., late Honorary Physician to the Wells, and Surgeon.
I cannot pa.s.s this year 1790 without speaking of a ridiculous adventure which, but that it providentially happened at the close of our season, when the Spa was emptying and our fashionables talked more of packing their trunks than of the newest scandals, might have done me some professional damage besides bringing unmerited public laughter upon the heads of two honest gentlemen. As it was, our leading news-sheet, the _Hotwells Courant_, did not even smoke the affair, and so lost a nine days" wonder; while the Whig _Examiner_, after printing an item which threw me into a two days" perspiration, forbore to follow up the scent--the reason being that Mr. Lemoine, its editor, was shortly expecting an addition to his family, and, knowing his nervousness upon these occasions and his singular confidence in my skill, I was able to engage him by arguments to which at another time he might have listened less amiably.
I have already related how, on the approach of autumn, I advertised for an a.s.sistant. The young man whom I selected was a Scotsman from the University of Glasgow, Duncan MacRea by name, and no youth of his age could have brought better testimonials to ability or character.
Relying upon these, I did not stand out for an interview--his home lying so far away as Largs, in Ayrshire--but came to terms at once, and he arrived at my door with his valise at the untimely hour of five in the morning, the fifteenth of October, having travelled all the way to Bristol in a ship laden with salted herrings.
I will own that this apparition on my doorstep in the cold morning light (he had rung the night-bell) surprised me somewhat.
But I remembered the proverbial impetuosity of Scotsmen in pushing their fortunes, and his personal appearance may have helped to conciliate me, since my mind had misgiven me that I had done wiser to insist on an interview, instead of buying a pig in a poke; for looks no less than knowledge are a physician"s _pa.s.separtout_ among the ladies who bring their ailments to our provincial spas. The face which the lad lifted towards my bedroom window was a remarkably handsome one, though pallid, and the voice in which he answered my challenge had a foreign intonation, but musical and in no way resembling the brogue for which I had been preparing myself.
So delighted was I at this dissipation of my fears that, slipping on my dressing-gown (I believe without removing my nightcap), and pausing only on the landing to call up to the maidservants to light a fire and prepare coffee with all speed, I hurried downstairs and unbarred the door. Whereupon Master MacRea instantly and with great cordiality shook me by the hand.
"It is a great pleasure to me, Dr. Frampton, to make your acquaintance, more especially, sir, to find you surrounded by those evidences of a prosperous practice which I had indeed inferred from your genteel reticence and the quality of your notepaper. At the end of a long journey, undertaken on the strength of that inference, it is delightful to find my best hopes confirmed."
He shook me by the hand again very warmly. Taken aback by this extraordinary address, I gasped once or twice, and even then could find nothing better to say than that he must have found his journey fatiguing.
"Fatiguing, perhaps, but not tiresome. To the philosophic mind, Dr. Frampton, there should be no such thing as tedium, boredom, _ennui_, and I trust that mine is philosophic. You were much in my thoughts, sir, between the attacks of sea-sickness. By frequent perusal I had committed your two epistles to memory, and while silently rehearsing their well-turned sentences, in the words of Dr. Samuel Johnson I pursued in imagination the pleasures of hope, yet without listening to the whispers of credulity--for I was prepared to find your flattering description fade upon a nearer prospect. But I am rea.s.sured!"
Positively he shook hands for a third time. Confound the fellow!
I had merely hinted that my patients, or the most of them, were of good social position, and had offered him board and lodging, with a salary of forty pounds, rising five pounds annually.
"And by Heavens!" he exclaimed, spinning round on his heel at a sound of hasty footsteps crossing the square, "here comes fresh confirmation! A black manservant--and, as I live, in a gold-laced hat! Of such things I have read in books, but how much livelier, Dr. Frampton, is the ocular appeal of reality!"
It was, to be sure, Major Dignum"s black valet Gumbo, and with a note for me. The fellow"s disordered dress and quick breathing spoke of urgency, and I broke the seal at once, wondering the while what could have befallen the Major, a retired and gouty West Indian whom I had been visiting daily for three months at his apartments in the Grand Pump Hotel. The missive ran:--
"My dear Dr. Frampton,--As a friend rather than a patient, I beg you to come to me without delay! Pray ask no questions of Gumbo, who knows nothing. You will need no spurring when I tell you that though in no worse than my usual health, a few hours may see me in eternity.
Confidently yours, Orlando Dignum (Major)."
I folded the letter, and nodded to Gumbo. "Tell your master that I will delay only to shave and dress before calling on him."
The faithful fellow had been watching me anxiously. "In the name of goodness, doctor, ain"t you going to tell me what"s wrong?"
"I know as little as you," said I. "But, whatever it is, the Major thinks it serious; so run, my man, and say that I am following."
With something like a groan, Gumbo started off, and I turned to Mr.
MacRea. "You will find a cup of coffee in your room," I said.
"I must attend to this sudden call; but possibly by the time you have washed and changed, I may be free to rejoin you at breakfast, when we can talk at leisure."
The young man had caught up his valise, but set it down again and laid three fingers on my sleeve. "You speak of a change of clothes, sir. I will be frank with you--these breeches in which you behold me are my only ones. They were a present from my mother"s sister, resident in Paisley, and I mis...o...b.. there will have been something amiss in her instructions to the tailor, for they gall me woundily-- though in justice to her and the honest tradesman I should add that my legs, maybe, are out of practice since leaving Glasgow. At Largs, sir, I have been reverting to the ancestral garb."
"You"ll wear no such thing about the Hotwells," I interposed.
"Indeed, I was not thinking it likely. My purpose was to procure another pair on my arrival--aye, and I would do so before breaking fast, had not circ.u.mstances which I will not detain you by relating put this for the moment out of the question. Do not mistake me, Dr.
Frampton. In public I will thole these dreadful articles, though it cost me my skin; but in private, sir, if as a favour you will allow me--if, as a bachelor yourself, you will take it _sans gene_.
And, by-the-by, I trust you will not scruple to point out any small defects in my French accent, which has been acquired entirely from books."
He had, in fact, p.r.o.nounced it "jeen," but I put this by.
"Quite impossible, Mr. MacRea! I have to think of the servants."
"Eh? You have servants!"
"Four or five," said I.
His eyes seemed ready to start out of his head. "I had opined by the way you opened the door with your own hand--" He broke off, and exclaimed: "Four or five servants! It will be a grand practice of yours! Well, go your ways, Dr. Frampton--I must e"en study to live up to you."
Having piloted my eccentric upstairs and left him to his toilet, I lost no time in dressing and presenting myself at the Grand Pump Hotel, where I found my West Indian friend in a truly deplorable state of agitation. His face, ordinarily rubicund, bore traces of a sleepless night; indeed, it was plain that he had not changed his clothes since leaving the a.s.sembly Rooms, where he invariably spent his evenings at a game of _faro_ for modest stakes. He grasped my hand, springing up to do so from a writing-table whereon lay several sheets of foolscap paper.
"Ah! my dear friend, you are late!" was his greeting.