Enchanted1 Islands have not yet rooted out their old brood of dragons. Wherever there is romance, these monsters come by inimical attraction. Because the heavens are certainly propitious2 to true lovers, the beasts of the abysses are banded to destroy them, stimulated4 by innumerable sad victories; and every love-tale is an Epic5 War of the upper and lower powers. I wish good fairies were a little more active. They seem to be cajoled into security by the happiness of their favourites; whereas the wicked are always alert, and circumspect6. They let the little ones shut their eyes to fancy they are not seen, and then commence.
These appointments and meetings, involving a start from the dinner-table at the hour of contemplative digestion7 and prime claret; the hour when the wise youth Adrian delighted to talk at his ease — to recline in dreamy consciousness that a work of good was going on inside him; these abstractions from his studies, excesses of gaiety, and glumness8, heavings of the chest, and other odd signs, but mainly the disgusting behaviour of his pupil at the dinner-table, taught Adrian to understand, though the young gentleman was clever in excuses, that he had somehow learnt there was another half to the divided Apple of Creation, and had embarked9 upon the great voyage of discovery of the difference between the two halves. With his usual coolness Adrian debated whether he might be in the observatory10 or the practical stage of the voyage. For himself, as a man and a philosopher, Adrian had no objection to its being either; and he had only to consider which was temporarily most threatening to the ridiculous System he had to support. Richard’s absence annoyed him. The youth was vivacious11, and his enthusiasm good fun; and besides, when he left table, Adrian had to sit alone with Hippias and the Eighteenth Century, from both of whom he had extracted all the amusement that could be got, and he saw his digestion menaced by the society of two ruined stomachs, who bored him just when he loved himself most. Poor Hippias was now so reduced that he had profoundly to calculate whether a particular dish, or an extra glass of wine, would have a bitter effect on him and be felt through the remainder of his years. He was in the habit of uttering his calculations half aloud, wherein the prophetic doubts of experience, and the succulent insinuations of appetite, contended hotly. It was horrible to hear him, so let us pardon Adrian for tempting13 him to a decision in favour of the moment.
“Happy to take wine with you,” Adrian would say, and Hippias would regard the decanter with a pained forehead, and put up the doctor.
“Drink, nephew Hippy, and think of the doctor tomorrow!” the Eighteenth Century cheerily ruffles15 her cap at him, and recommends her own practice.
“It’s this literary work!” interjects Hippias, handling his glass of remorse16. “I don’t know what else it can be. You have no idea how anxious I feel. I have frightful17 dreams. I’m perpetually anxious.”
“No wonder,” says Adrian, who enjoys the childish simplicity18 to which an absorbed study of his sensational19 existence has brought poor Hippias. “No wonder. Ten years of Fairy Mythology20! Could any one hope to sleep in peace after that? As to your digestion, no one has a digestion who is in the doctor’s hands. They prescribe from dogmas, and don’t count on the system. They have cut down from two bottles to two glasses. It’s absurd. You can’t sleep, because your system is crying out for what it’s accustomed to.”
Hippias sips21 his Madeira with a niggardly22 confidence, but assures Adrian that he really should not like to venture on a bottle now: it would be rank madness to venture on a bottle now, he thinks. Last night only, after partaking, under protest, of that rich French dish, or was it the duck? — Adrian advised him to throw the blame on that vulgar bird. — Say the duck, then. Last night, he was no sooner stretched in bed, than he seemed to be of an enormous size: all his limbs — his nose, his mouth, his toes — were elephantine! An elephant was a pigmy to him. And his hugeousness seemed to increase the instant he shut his eyes. He turned on this side; he turned on that. He lay on his back; he tried putting his face to the pillow; and he continued to swell23. He wondered the room could hold him — he thought he must burst it — and absolutely lit a candle, and went to the looking-glass to see whether he was bearable.
By this time Adrian and Richard were laughing uncontrollably. He had, however, a genial24 auditor25 in the Eighteenth Century, who declared it to be a new disease, not known in her day, and deserving investigation26. She was happy to compare sensations with him, but hers were not of the complex order, and a potion soon righted her. In fact, her system appeared to be a debatable ground for aliment and medicine, on which the battle was fought, and, when over, she was none the worse, as she joyfully27 told Hippias. Never looked ploughman on prince, or village belle28 on Court Beauty, with half the envy poor Nineteenth-century Hippias expended29 in his gaze on the Eighteenth. He was too serious to note much the laughter of the young men.
This “Tragedy of a Cooking–Apparatus,” as Adrian designated the malady30 of Hippias, was repeated regularly every evening. It was natural for any youth to escape as quick as he could from such a table of stomachs.
Adrian bore with his conduct considerately, until a letter from the baronet, describing the house and maternal31 System of a Mrs. Caroline Grandison, and the rough grain of hopefulness in her youngest daughter, spurred him to think of his duties, and see what was going on. He gave Richard half-an-hour’s start, and then put on his hat to follow his own keen scent32, leaving Hippias and the Eighteenth Century to piquet.
In the lane near Belthorpe he met a maid of the farm not unknown to him, one Molly Davenport by name, a buxom33 lass, who, on seeing him, invoked34 her Good Gracious, the generic35 maid’s familiar, and was instructed by reminiscences vivid, if ancient, to giggle36.
“Are you looking for your young gentleman?” Molly presently asked.
Adrian glanced about the lane like a cool brigand37, to see if the coast was clear, and replied to her, “I am, miss. I want you to tell me about him.”
“Dear!” said the buxom lass, “was you coming for me to-night to know?”
Adrian rebuked39 her: for her bad grammar, apparently40.
“‘Cause I can’t stop out long to-night,” Molly explained, taking the rebuke38 to refer altogether to her bad grammar.
“You may go in when you please, miss. Is that any one coming? Come here in the shade.”
“Now, get along!” said Miss Molly.
Adrian spoke41 with resolution. “Listen to me, Molly Davenport!” He put a coin in her hand, which had a medical effect in calming her to attention. “I want to know whether you have seen him at all?”
“Who? Your young gentleman? I sh’d think I did. I seen him to-night only. Ain’t he growed handsome. He’s al’ays about Beltharp now. It ain’t to fire no more ricks. He’s afire ‘unself. Ain’t you seen ’em together? He’s after the missis”——
Adrian requested Miss Davenport to be respectful, and confine herself to particulars. This buxom lass then told him that her young missis and Adrian’s young gentleman were a pretty couple, and met one another every night. The girl swore for their innocence42.
“As for Miss Lucy, she haven’t a bit of art in her, nor have he.”
“They’re all nature, I suppose,” said Adrian. “How is it I don’t see her at church?”
“She’s Catholic, or somethink,” said Molly. “Her feyther was, and a leftenant. She’ve a Cross in her bedroom. She don’t go to church. I see you there last Sunday a-lookin’ so solemn,” and Molly stroked her hand down her chin to give it length.
Adrian insisted on her keeping to facts. It was dark, and in the dark he was indifferent to the striking contrasts suggested by the lass, but he wanted to hear facts, and he again bribed43 her to impart nothing but facts. Upon which she told him further, that her young lady was an innocent artless creature who had been to school upwards44 of three years with the nuns45, and had a little money of her own, and was beautiful enough to be a lord’s lady, and had been in love with Master Richard ever since she was a little girl. Molly had got from a friend of hers up at the Abbey, Mary Garner46, the housemaid who cleaned Master Richard’s room, a bit of paper once with the young gentleman’s handwriting, and had given it to her Miss Lucy, and Miss Lucy had given her a gold sovereign for it — just for his handwriting! Miss Lucy did not seem happy at the farm, because of that young Tom, who was always leering at her, and to be sure she was quite a lady, and could play, and sing, and dress with the best.
“She looks like angels in her nightgown!” Molly wound up.
The next moment she ran up close, and speaking for the first time as if there were a distinction of position between them, petitioned: “Mr. Harley! you won’t go for doin’ any harm to ’em ‘cause of what I said, will you now? Do say you won’t now, Mr. Harley! She is good, though she’s a Catholic. She was kind to me when I was ill, and I wouldn’t have her crossed — I’d rather be showed up myself, I would!”
The wise youth gave no positive promise to Molly, and she had to read his consent in a relaxation47 of his austerity. The noise of a lumbering48 foot plodding49 down the lane caused her to be abruptly50 dismissed. Molly took to flight, the lumbering foot accelerated its pace, and the pastoral appeal to her flying skirts was heard —“Moll! yau theyre! It be I— Bantam!” But the sprightly51 Silvia would not stop to his wooing, and Adrian turned away laughing at these Arcadians.
Adrian was a lazy dragon. All he did for the present was to hint and tease. “It’s the Inevitable52!” he said, and asked himself why he should seek to arrest it. He had no faith in the System. Heavy Benson had. Benson of the slow thick-lidded antediluvian53 eye and loose-crumpled54 skin; Benson, the Saurian, the woman-hater; Benson was wide awake. A sort of rivalry55 existed between the wise youth and heavy Benson. The fidelity56 of the latter dependant57 had moved the baronet to commit to him a portion of the management of the Raynham estate, and this Adrian did not like. No one who aspires58 to the honourable59 office of leading another by the nose can tolerate a party in his ambition. Benson’s surly instinct told him he was in the wise youth’s way, and he resolved to give his master a striking proof of his superior faithfulness. For some weeks the Saurian eye had been on the two secret creatures. Heavy Benson saw letters come and go in the day, and now the young gentleman was off and out every night, and seemed to be on wings. Benson knew whither he went, and the object he went for. It was a woman — that was enough. The Saurian eye had actually seen the sinful thing lure60 the hope of Raynham into the shades. He composed several epistles of warning to the baronet of the work that was going on; but before sending one he wished to record a little of their guilty conversation; and for this purpose the faithful fellow trotted61 over the dews to eavesdrop62, and thereby63 aroused the good fairy, in the person of Tom Bakewell, the sole confidant of Richard’s state.
Tom said to his young master, “Do you know what, sir? You be watched!”
Richard, in a fury, bade him name the wretch64, and Tom hung his arms, and aped the respectable protrusion65 of the butler’s head.
“It’s he, is it?” cried Richard. “He shall rue3 it, Tom. If I find him near me when we’re together he shall never forget it.”
“Don’t hit too hard, sir,” Tom suggested. “You hit mortal hard when you’re in earnest, you know.”
Richard averred66 he would forgive anything but that, and told Tom to be within hail tomorrow night — he knew where. By the hour of the appointment it was out of the lover’s mind.
Lady Blandish dined that evening at Raynham, by Adrian’s pointed67 invitation. According to custom, Richard started up and off, with few excuses. The lady exhibited no surprise. She and Adrian likewise strolled forth68 to enjoy the air of the Summer night. They had no intention of spying. Still they may have thought, by meeting Richard and his inamorata, there was a chance of laying a foundation of ridicule69 to sap the passion. They may have thought so — they were on no spoken understanding.
“I have seen the little girl,” said Lady Blandish. “She is pretty — she would be telling if she were well set up. She speaks well. How absurd it is of that class to educate their women above their station! The child is really too good for a farmer. I noticed her before I knew of this; she has enviable hair. I suppose she doesn’t paint her eyelids70. Just the sort of person to take a young man. I thought there was something wrong. I received, the day before yesterday, an impassioned poem evidently not intended for me. My hair was gold. My meeting him was foretold71. My eyes were homes of light fringed with night. I sent it back, correcting the colours.”
“Which was death to the rhymes,” said Adrian. “I saw her this morning. The boy hasn’t bad taste. As you say, she is too good for a farmer. Such a spark would explode any System. She slightly affected72 mine. The Huron is stark73 mad about her.”
“But we must positively74 write and tell his father,” said Lady Blandish.
The wise youth did not see why they should exaggerate a trifle. The lady said she would have an interview with Richard, and then write, as it was her duty to do. Adrian shrugged75, and was for going into the scientific explanation of Richard’s conduct, in which the lady had to discourage him.
“Poor boy!” she sighed. “I am really sorry for him. I hope he will not feel it too strongly. They feel strongly, father and son.”
“And select wisely,” Adrian added.
“That’s another thing,” said Lady Blandish.
Their talk was then of the dulness of neighbouring county people, about whom, it seemed, there was little or no scandal afloat: of the lady’s loss of the season in town, which she professed76 not to regret, though she complained of her general weariness: of whether Mr. Morton of Poer Hall would propose to Mrs. Doria, and of the probable despair of the hapless curate of Lobourne; and other gossip, partly in French.
They rounded the lake, and got upon the road through the park to Lobourne. The moon had risen. The atmosphere was warm and pleasant.
“Quite a lover’s night,” said Lady Blandish.
“And I, who have none to love — pity me!” The wise youth attempted a sigh.
“And never will have,” said Lady Blandish, curtly77. “You buy your loves.”
Adrian protested. However, he did not plead verbally against the impeachment78, though the lady’s decisive insight astonished him. He began to respect her, relishing79 her exquisite80 contempt, and he reflected that widows could be terrible creatures.
He had hoped to be a little sentimental81 with Lady Blandish, knowing her romantic. This mixture of the harshest common sense and an air of “I know you men,” with romance and refined temperament82, subdued83 the wise youth more than a positive accusation84 supported by witnesses would have done. He looked at the lady. Her face was raised to the moon. She knew nothing — she had simply spoken from the fulness of her human knowledge, and had forgotten her words. Perhaps, after all, her admiration85, or whatever feeling it was, for the baronet, was sincere, and really the longing86 for a virtuous87 man. Perhaps she had tried the opposite set pretty much. Adrian shrugged. Whenever the wise youth encountered a mental difficulty he instinctively88 lifted his shoulders to equal altitudes, to show that he had no doubt there was a balance in the case — plenty to be said on both sides, which was the same to him as a definite solution.
At their tryst89 in the wood, abutting90 on Raynham Park, wrapped in themselves, piped to by tireless Love, Richard and Lucy sat, toying with eternal moments. How they seem as if they would never end! What mere91 sparks they are when they have died out! And how in the distance of time they revive, and extend, and glow, and make us think them full the half, and the best of the fire, of our lives!
With the onward92 flow of intimacy93, the two happy lovers ceased to be so shy of common themes, and their speech did not reject all as dross94 that was not pure gold of emotion.
Lucy was very inquisitive95 about everything and everybody at Raynham. Whoever had been about Richard since his birth, she must know the history of, and he for a kiss will do her bidding.
Thus goes the tender duet:
“You should know my cousin Austin, Lucy. — Darling! Beloved!”
“My own! Richard!”
“You should know my cousin Austin. You shall know him. He would take to you best of them all, and you to him. He is in the tropics now, looking out a place — it’s a secret — for poor English working-men to emigrate to and found a colony in that part of the world:— my white angel!”
“Dear love!”
“He is such a noble fellow! Nobody here understands him but me. Isn’t it strange? Since I met you I love him better! That’s because I love all that’s good and noble better now — Beautiful! I love — I love you!”
“My Richard!”
“What do you think I’ve determined96, Lucy? If my father —— but no! my father does love me. — No! he will not; and we will be happy together here. And I will win my way with you. And whatever I win will be yours; for it will be owing to you. I feel as if I had no strength but yours — none! and you make me — O Lucy!”
His voice ebbs97. Presently Lucy murmurs98 —
“Your father, Richard.”
“Yes, my father?”
“Dearest Richard! I feel so afraid of him.”
“He loves me, and will love you, Lucy.”
“But I am so poor and humble99, Richard.”
“No one I have ever seen is like you, Lucy.”
“You think so, because you”——
“What?”
“Love me,” comes the blushing whisper, and the duet gives place to dumb variations, performed equally in concert.
It is resumed.
“You are fond of the knights101, Lucy. Austin is as brave as any of them. — My own bride! Oh, how I adore you! When you are gone, I could fall upon the grass you tread upon, and kiss it. My breast feels empty of my heart — Lucy! if we lived in those days, I should have been a knight100, and have won honour and glory for you. Oh! one can do nothing now. My lady-love! My lady-love! — A tear? — Lucy?”
“Dearest! Ah, Richard! I am not a lady.”
“Who dares say that? Not a lady — the angel I love!”
“Think, Richard, who I am.”
“My beautiful! I think that God made you, and has given you to me.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and, as she lifts them heavenward to thank her God, the light of heaven strikes on them, and she is so radiant in her pure beauty that the limbs of the young man tremble.
“Lucy! O heavenly spirit! Lucy!”
Tenderly her lips part —“I do not weep for sorrow.”
The big bright drops lighten, and roll down, imaged in his soul.
They lean together — shadows of ineffable102 tenderness playing on their thrilled cheeks and brows.
He lifts her hand, and presses his mouth to it. She has seen little of mankind, but her soul tells her this one is different from others, and at the thought, in her great joy, tears must come fast, or her heart will break — tears of boundless103 thanksgiving. And he, gazing on those soft, ray-illumined, dark-edged eyes, and the grace of her loose falling tresses, feels a scarce-sufferable holy fire streaming through his members.
It is long ere they speak in open tones.
“O happy day when we met!”
What says the voice of one, the soul of the other echoes.
“O glorious heaven looking down on us!”
Their souls are joined, are made one for evermore beneath that bending benediction104.
“O eternity105 of bliss106!”
Then the diviner mood passes, and they drop to earth.
“Lucy! come with me to-night, and look at the place where you are some day to live. Come, and I will row you on the lake. You remember what you said in your letter that you dreamt? — that we were floating over the shadow of the Abbey to the nuns at work by torchlight felling the cypress107, and they handed us each a sprig. Why, darling, it was the best omen14 in the world, their felling the old trees. And you write such lovely letters. So pure and sweet they are. I love the nuns for having taught you.”
“Ah, Richard! See! we forget! Ah!” she lifts up her face pleadingly, as to plead against herself, “even if your father forgives my birth, he will not my religion. And, dearest, though I would die for you I cannot change it. It would seem that I was denying God; and — oh! it would make me ashamed of my love.”
“Fear nothing!” He winds her about with his arm. “Come! He will love us both, and love you the more for being faithful to your father’s creed108. You don’t know him, Lucy. He seems harsh and stern — he is full of kindness and love. He isn’t at all a bigot. And besides, when he hears what the nuns have done for you, won’t he thank them, as I do? And — oh! I must speak to him soon, and you must be prepared to see him soon, for I cannot bear your remaining at Belthorpe, like a jewel in a sty. Mind! I’m not saying a word against your uncle. I declare I love everybody and everything that sees you and touches you. Stay! it is a wonder how you could have grown there. But you were not born there, and your father had good blood. Desborough! — there was a Colonel Desborough — never mind! Come!”
She dreads109 to. She begs not to. She is drawn110 away.
The woods are silent, and then —
“What think you of that for a pretty pastoral?” says a very different voice.
Adrian reclined against a pine overlooking the fern-covert. Lady Blandish was recumbent upon the brown pine-droppings, gazing through a vista111 of the lower greenwood which opened out upon the moon-lighted valley, her hands clasped round one knee, her features almost stern in their set hard expression.
They had heard, by involuntarily overhearing about as much as may be heard in such positions, a luminous112 word or two.
The lady did not answer. A movement among the ferns attracted Adrian, and he stepped down the decline across the pine-roots to behold113 heavy Benson below, shaking fern-seed and spidery substances off his crumpled skin.
“Is that you, Mr. Hadrian?” called Benson, starting, as he puffed114, and exercised his handkerchief.
“Is it you, Benson, who have had the audacity115 to spy upon these Mysteries?” Adrian called back, and coming close to him, added, “You look as if you had just been well thrashed.”
“Isn’t it dreadful, sir?” snuffled Benson. “And his father in ignorance, Mr. Hadrian!”
“He shall know, Benson! He shall know how you have endangered your valuable skin in his service. If Mr. Richard had found you there just now I wouldn’t answer for the consequences.”
“Ha!” Benson spitefully retorted. “This won’t go on, Mr. Hadrian. It shan’t, sir. It will be put a stop to tomorrow, sir. I call it corruption116 of a young gentleman like him, and harlotry, sir, I call it. I’d have every jade117 flogged that made a young innocent gentleman go on like that, sir.”
“Then why didn’t you stop it yourself, Benson? Ah, I see! you waited — what? This is not the first time you have been attendant on Apollo and Miss Dryope? You have written to headquarters?”
“I did my duty, Mr. Hadrian.”
The wise youth returned to Lady Blandish, and informed her of Benson’s zeal118. The lady’s eyes flashed. “I hope Richard will treat him as he deserves,” she said.
“Shall we home?” Adrian inquired.
“Do me a favour,” the lady replied. “Get my carriage sent round to meet me at the park-gates.”
“Won’t you?”—
“I want to be alone.”
Adrian bowed and left her. She was still sitting with her hands clasped round one knee, gazing towards the dim ray-strewn valley.
“An odd creature!” muttered the wise youth. “She’s as odd as any of them. She ought to be a Feverel. I suppose she’s graduating for it. Hang that confounded old ass12 of a Benson! He has had the impudence119 to steal a march on me!”
The shadow of the cypress was lessening120 on the lake. The moon was climbing high. As Richard rowed the boat, Lucy sang to him softly. She sang first a fresh little French song, reminding him of a day when she had been asked to sing to him before, and he did not care to hear. “Did I live?” he thinks. Then she sang to him a bit of one of those majestic121 old Gregorian chants, that, wherever you may hear them, seem to build up cathedral walls about you. The young man dropped the sculls. The strange solemn notes gave a religious tone to his love, and wafted122 him into the knightly123 ages and the reverential heart of chivalry124.
Hanging between two heavens on the lake: floating to her voice: the moon stepping over and through white shoals of soft high clouds above and below: floating to her voice — no other breath abroad! His soul went out of his body as he listened.
They must part. He rows her gently shoreward.
“I never was so happy as to-night,” she murmurs.
“Look, my Lucy. The lights of the old place are on the lake. Look where you are to live.”
“Which is your room, Richard?”
He points it out to her.
“O Richard! that I were one of the women who wait on you! I should ask nothing more. How happy she must be!”
“My darling angel-love. You shall be happy; but all shall wait on you, and I foremost, Lucy.”
“Dearest! may I hope for a letter?”
“By eleven tomorrow. And I?”
“Oh! you will have mine, Richard.”
“Tom shall wait for it. A long one, mind! Did you like my last song?”
She puts her hand quietly against her bosom125, and he knows where it rests. O love! O heaven!
They are aroused by the harsh grating of the bow of the boat against the shingle126. He jumps out, and lifts her ashore127.
“See!” she says, as the blush of his embrace subsides128 —“See!” and prettily129 she mimics130 awe131 and feels it a little, “the cypress does point towards us. O Richard! it does!”
And he, looking at her rather than at the cypress, delighting in her arch grave ways —
“Why, there’s hardly any shadow at all, Lucy. She mustn’t dream, my darling! or dream only of me.”
“Dearest! but I do.”
“To-morrow, Lucy! The letter in the morning, and you at night. O happy tomorrow!”
“You will be sure to be there, Richard?”
“If I am not dead, Lucy.”
“O Richard! pray, pray do not speak of that. I shall not survive you.”
“Let us pray, Lucy, to die together, when we are to die. Death or life, with you! Who is it yonder? I see some one — is it Tom? It’s Adrian!”
“Is it Mr. Harley?” The fair girl shivered.
“How dares he come here!” cried Richard.
The figure of Adrian, instead of advancing, discreetly132 circled the lake. They were stealing away when he called. His call was repeated. Lucy entreated133 Richard to go to him; but the young man preferred to summon his attendant, Tom, from within hail, and send him to know what was wanted.
“Will he have seen me? Will he have known me?” whispered Lucy, tremulously.
“And if he does, love?” said Richard.
“Oh! if he does, dearest — I don’t know, but I feel such a presentiment134. You have not spoken of him to-night, Richard. Is he good?”
“Good?” Richard clutched her hand for the innocent maiden135 phrase. “He’s very fond of eating; that’s all I know of Adrian.”
Her hand was at his lips when Tom returned.
“Well, Tom?”
“Mr. Adrian wishes particular to speak to you, sir,” said Tom.
“Do go to him, dearest! Do go!” Lucy begs him.
“Oh, how I hate Adrian!” The young man grinds his teeth.
“Do go!” Lucy urges him. “Tom — good Tom — will see me home. To-morrow, dear love! To-morrow!”
“You wish to part from me?”
“Oh, unkind! but you must not come with me now. It may be news of importance, dearest. Think, Richard!”
“Tom! go back!”
At the imperious command the well-drilled Tom strides off a dozen paces, and sees nothing. Than the precious charge is confided136 to him. A heart is cut in twain.
Richard made his way to Adrian. “What is it you want with me, Adrian?”
“Are we seconds, or principals, O fiery137 one?” was Adrian’s answer. “I want nothing with you, except to know whether you have seen Benson.”
“Where should I see Benson? What do I know of Benson’s doings?”
“Of course not — such a secret old fist as he is! I want some one to tell him to order Lady Blandish’s carriage to be sent round to the park-gates. I thought he might be round your way over there — I came upon him accidentally just now in Abbey-wood. What’s the matter, boy?”
“You saw him there?”
“Hunting Diana, I suppose. He thinks she’s not so chaste138 as they say,” continued Adrian. “Are you going to knock down that tree?”
Richard had turned to the cypress, and was tugging139 at the tough wood. He left it and went to an ash.
“You’ll spoil that weeper,” Adrian cried. “Down she comes! But good-night, Ricky. If you see Benson mind you tell him.”
Doomed140 Benson following his burly shadow hove in sight on the white road while Adrian spoke. The wise youth chuckled141 and strolled round the lake, glancing over his shoulder every now and then.
It was not long before he heard a bellow142 for help — the roar of a dragon in his throes. Adrian placidly143 sat down on the grass, and fixed144 his eyes on the water. There, as the roar was being repeated amid horrid145 resounding146 echoes, the wise youth mused147 in this wise —
“‘The Fates are Jews with us when they delay a punishment,’ says THE PILGRIM’S SCRIP, or words to that effect. The heavens evidently love Benson, seeing that he gets his punishment on the spot. Master Ricky is a peppery young man. He gets it from the apt Gruffudh. I rather believe in race. What a noise that old ruffian makes! He’ll require poulticing with THE PILGRIM’S SCRIP. We shall have a message tomorrow, and a hubbub148, and perhaps all go to town, which won’t be bad for one who’s been a prey149 to all the desires born of dulness. Benson howls: there’s life in the old dog yet! He bays the moon. Look at her. She doesn’t care. It’s the same to her whether we coo like turtle-doves or roar like twenty lions. How complacent150 she looks! And yet she has just as much sympathy for Benson as for Cupid. She would smile on if both were being birched. Was that a raven151 or Benson? He howls no more. It sounds guttural: frog-like — something between the brek-kek-kek and the hoarse152 raven’s croak153. The fellow’ll be killing154 him. It’s time to go to the rescue. A deliverer gets more honour by coming in at the last gasp155 than if he forestalled156 catastrophe157. — Ho, there, what’s the matter?”
So saying, the wise youth rose, and leisurely158 trotted to the scene of battle, where stood St. George puffing159 over the prostrate160 Dragon.
“Holloa, Ricky! is it you?” said Adrian. “What’s this? Whom have we here? — Benson, as I live!”
“Make this beast get up,” Richard returned, breathing hard, and shaking his great ash-branch.
“He seems incapable161, my dear boy. What have you been up to? — Benson! Benson! — I say, Ricky, this looks bad.”
“He’s shamming162!” Richard clamoured like a savage163. “Spy upon me, will he? I tell you, he’s shamming. He hasn’t had half enough. Nothing’s too bad for a spy. Let him get up!”
“Insatiated youth! do throw away that enormous weapon.”
“He has written to my father,” Richard shouted. “The miserable164 spy! Let him get up!”
“Ooogh! I won’t!” huskily groaned165 Benson. “Mr. Hadrian, you’re a witness he’s — my back!”—— Cavernous noises took up the tale of his maltreatment.
“I daresay you love your back better than any part of your body now,” Adrian muttered. “Come, Benson! be a man. Mr. Richard has thrown away the stick. Come, and get off home, and let’s see the extent of the damage.”
“Ooogh! he’s a devil! Mr. Hadrian, sir, he’s a devil!” groaned Benson, turning half over in the road to ease his aches.
Adrian caught hold of Benson’s collar and lifted him to a sitting posture166. He then had a glimpse of what his hopeful pupil’s hand could do in wrath167. The wretched butler’s coat was slit168 and welted; his hat knocked in; his flabby spirit so broken that he started and trembled if his pitiless executioner stirred a foot. Richard stood over him, grasping his great stick; no dawn of mercy for Benson in any corner of his features.
Benson screwed his neck round to look up at him, and immediately gasped169, “I won’t get up! I won’t! He’s ready to murder me again! — Mr. Hadrian! if you stand by and see it, you’re liable to the law, sir — I won’t get up while he’s near.” No persuasion170 could induce Benson to try his legs while his executioner stood by.
Adrian took Richard aside: “You’ve almost killed the poor devil, Ricky. You must be satisfied with that. Look at his face.”
“The coward bobbed while I struck,” said Richard. “I marked his back. He ducked. I told him he was getting it worse.”
At so civilized171 piece of savagery172, Adrian opened his mouth wide.
“Did you really? I admire that. You told him he was getting it worse?”
Adrian opened his mouth again to shake another roll of laughter out.
“Come,” he said, “Excalibur has done his work. Pitch him into the lake. And see — here comes the Blandish. You can’t be at it again before a woman. Go and meet her, and tell her the noise was an ox being slaughtered173. Or say Argus.”
With a whirr that made all Benson’s bruises174 moan and quiver, the great ash-branch shot aloft, and Richard swung off to intercept175 Lady Blandish.
Adrian got Benson on his feet. The heavy butler was disposed to summon all the commiseration176 he could feel for his bruised177 flesh. Every half-step he attempted was like a dislocation. His groans178 and grunts179 were frightful.
“How much did that hat cost, Benson?” said Adrian, as he put it on his head.
“A five-and-twenty shilling beaver180, Mr. Hadrian!” Benson caressed181 its injuries.
“The cheapest policy of insurance I remember to have heard of!” said Adrian.
Benson staggered, moaning at intervals182 to his cruel comforter —
“He’s a devil, Mr. Hadrian! He’s a devil, sir, I do believe, sir. Ooogh! he’s a devil! — I can’t move, Mr. Hadrian. I must be fetched. And Dr. Clifford must be sent for, sir. I shall never be fit for work again. I haven’t a sound bone in my body, Mr. Hadrian.”
“You see, Benson, this comes of your declaring war upon Venus. I hope the maids will nurse you properly. Let me see: you are friends with the housekeeper183, aren’t you? All depends upon that.”
“I’m only a faithful servant, Mr. Hadrian,” the miserable butler snarled184.
“Then you’ve got no friend but your bed. Get to it as quick as possible, Benson.”
“I can’t move.” Benson made a resolute185 halt. “I must be fetched,” he whinnied. “It’s a shame to ask me to move, Mr. Hadrian.”
“You will admit that you are heavy, Benson,” said Adrian, “so I can’t carry you. However, I see Mr. Richard is very kindly186 returning to help me.”
At these words heavy Benson instantly found his legs, and shambled on.
Lady Blandish met Richard in dismay.
“I have been horribly frightened,” she said. “Tell me, what was the meaning of those cries I heard?”
“Only some one doing justice on a spy,” said Richard, and the lady smiled, and looked on him fondly, and put her hand through his hair.
“Was that all? I should have done it myself if I had been a man. Kiss me.”
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circumspect
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digestion
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glumness
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embarked
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observatory
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vivacious
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ass
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tempting
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ruffles
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remorse
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frightful
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simplicity
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sensational
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mythology
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sips
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niggardly
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swell
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genial
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auditor
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investigation
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belle
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expended
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malady
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maternal
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scent
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buxom
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invoked
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generic
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giggle
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brigand
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rebuke
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rebuked
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apparently
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spoke
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innocence
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bribed
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upwards
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nuns
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garner
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relaxation
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lumbering
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plodding
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abruptly
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sprightly
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inevitable
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antediluvian
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crumpled
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rivalry
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fidelity
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dependant
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aspires
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honourable
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lure
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trotted
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eavesdrop
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thereby
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wretch
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protrusion
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averred
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pointed
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forth
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ridicule
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eyelids
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foretold
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affected
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stark
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positively
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shrugged
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professed
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sentimental
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accusation
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admiration
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virtuous
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prey
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catastrophe
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leisurely
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groaned
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