At eleven, he might have been seen walking in Millard’s halls, uneasily, with a neat parasol in hand.
At 11.03, Miss Millicent descended3 Jacob’s Ladder equipped for a walk. She was evidently oblivious4 of her appointment, and taking no notice of poor Dulger at the lower turn of his beat, she turned into the parlour and sat there quite alone, playing with her gloves. Surely she was waiting for someone.
Trepidatingly Dulger approached—— When they returned from their walk, an hour afterward5, it was announced, proclaimed, thundered, through Millard’s and through Newport, that Miss Center and Mr. Dulger were engaged. Bulletins to that effect were dispatched to postoffices from the Aroostook[221] to the Rio Grande, as members of Congress say. Billy telegraphed to his friend, the bookkeeper, to send a thousand-dollar diamond ring from Tiffany’s by express; it came, and glittered on her finger that evening at the hop6. Billy’s investment for the ring was one-tenth of one per cent. on her million, and, certes, was not extravagant7. Rich Milly! Poor Milly! Poor Dulger! Rich Dulger! Poor, rich Mr. and Mrs. Dulger!—the man never forgetting his long and sulky apprenticeship—the woman, unapproached any more by exhilarating flirtations, and never forgetting that her yielding was part compunction and part pis-allerage. So ends the Billy-dulgerid.
Dunstan came down to inquire about to-morrow’s race. Mr. Waddy begged him not to withdraw, unless Diana’s condition should be critical. No one else could ride Pallid8. Peter Skerrett, in search of Mr. Waddy, came up and mentioned the new engagement. No one was surprised.
“It was as sure as shooting,” said Gyas Cutus. “He treed her. I gaads! I knew she’d have to come down. He’s been lamming her with bouquets9 ever since she came out.”
“There’s no fable about the million,” said Cloanthus. “I wonder if Billy would lend me a V on the strength of it?”
[222]“I think it’s a case of dépit amoureux,” whispered to Dunstan, Peter Skerrett, penetrating11 sage12.
Dunstan said nothing, and presently walked off. This gossip was distressing13 to him; he could only think of his love regained14, his love perhaps dying. He must not see her that day. Absolute repose15 was necessary.
Peter Skerrett took Mr. Waddy’s arm, and walked him away to a quiet corner.
“That damned scoundrel of a Frenchman wouldn’t accept your proposition,” he began. “He said it was wealth for him, but the infernal coxcomb17 also said he wanted to range himself and become a virtuous18 man, and a happy father of a family. He must have the ‘fair Arabella, whom he loved and whom he believed was secluded19 from him by the decree of a harsh parent’; some such stuff he uttered and then blew a kiss from his bruised20, swelled21 lips. Faugh!”
Mr. Waddy echoed the exclamation22; he shared in all Peter’s disgust, and all his anxiety.
“It’s lucky,” continued Peter, “he can’t come out to-day. Everyone’s inquiring about the row, and Sir Comeguys says he will only keep still until the fellow is out of bed and able to speak for himself.”
“Well,” said Waddy, as Peter paused again,[223] “what’s to be done? Is that all the scoundrel said?”
“Not by a blamed sight; but it’s so damned unpleasant I hate to repeat it. After refusing your offer, he repeated his threat of exposing Mrs. B., and he gave me details. He said he wanted to see her, and if he sent a waiter, she would have to come. I knew that would never do, so I bullied23 him a little and said I would see her myself. By Jove! think what a box I was getting into. Mrs. B. is cool; perhaps I may as well put it, brassy. She was complimentary24 enough to say that she was surprised a man of my experience should listen to the idle talk of a man bruised and angry; that possibly Arabella (blinking entirely25 the question, as touching26 herself—I had stated his threat as delicately as I could) had given him so much encouragement as to persuade him he had rights. Very probably, for she herself had hoped that he and Arabella would make a match, and still hoped it. As to the slanders27 of that young brute28 of an Englishman, they were pure jealousy29. She was satisfied of De Châteaunéant’s position, and thought his abuser a vile30 coward for profiting by his personal strength to put a rival out of the way. She would talk over the matter with Arabella and see me in an hour.”
“Yes?” said Waddy encouragingly, as Peter paused again, choked with rage. He rather wondered at Peter’s emotion, for that gentleman usually[224] held himself well in hand—but then this was an extraordinary case.
“Well,” continued Peter, “in an hour, I happened to pass through the corridor. Arabella, cried to a perfect jelly, was just opening the door for her mother. How the harridan31 must have been bullying32 that poor girl! And yet she was as cool, and smiling, and handsome, as if she was coming out of St. Aspasia’s after her Sunday afternoon nap. She said she had found a little proper ladylike hesitation34 on the part of Miss Arabella; that young ladies did not like this courting by proxy35; and that she had no doubt that when De Châteaunéant was able to plead his own cause, that her daughter’s long-existing inclination36 for him would develop immediately into the desirable degree of affection. By Jove! I couldn’t help admiring the woman as she stood and told me all this, perfectly37 self-possessed, though she knew I believed it was every word a lie. Then she said that, as I was quite the confidential38 friend of the family, she would ask me to go with her to M. De Châteaunéant. And I went! What do you think of that, Waddy?”
“I don’t know what to think,” answered Ira. “And yet it was probably the best thing to do.”
“So I thought,” agreed Peter. “She sat down by the beggar’s bedside and told him, by Jove! that she thought he needed a little motherly sympathy; that she had always looked with great favour upon[225] his suit for her daughter, and that she hoped and had no doubt the young lady would smile upon him. She could promise it, in fact, after an interview this morning. I tell you, Waddy, she took my breath away. I could have screamed with laughter.”
“It ended with a few minutes’ earnest whispering on the part of the lady. Then she got up triumphantly40, and that blackguard turned his ugly swollen41 face towards me.
“‘Monsieur Skarrette,’ he said, in his dirty, broken English, ‘I veel vate faur ze promesse auf Mees Arabella teele aftare to-morrah. I veel not be anie maur cheete. Ef she do not agree, I sall tale all to Meestare Buddilung.’
“Well,” continued Peter, “I was white hot—I don’t think I shall be ever quite so angry again—I certainly hope not. I think Mrs. B. saw it and feared some further injury to the Gaul, for she said good-bye hastily and carried me away with her. Out in the hall, she turned to me again, cool as a cucumber.
“‘You see he is quite reasonable,’ she said, with amazing impudence42, ‘though naturally rather ardent43 for his object. We are much obliged to you, Mr. Skerrett.’
“She gave me her hand and the only sign of emotion she showed in the whole interview was to grasp[226] mine like a vice44. A few minutes afterward, I saw Belden help her into his buggy and they drove off together. Do you suppose it possible that she meditates45 some escapade with him? Of course all this couldn’t be told to poor old Flirney; he should be saved, if possible. But I could not bear to think of Arabella being the victim of such an infernal plot, without a friend. The matter had gone too far for ceremony, so I went up and knocked at her door. There is so much of that familiarity going on, that I supposed no one would notice it. She opened the door and, when she saw me, burst into tears. I felt so sorry for the poor child that I couldn’t help——”
“Oh, you did, did you?” interrupted Ira, seeing a great light.
“Yes, I did; and she shall be Mrs. Peter Skerrett, if her step-mother is a—— She shall, by Jove!”
“Peter, you’re the king of trumps46!” cried Mr. Waddy, and held out his hand. “And, by curry47! you deserve to be congratulated. She’s a nice girl.”
“She is!” agreed Peter, with conviction. “I’ve known it a long time. Well, to return, the poor thing was actually bewildered with terror. She said that she liked the fellow well enough at first—you know he has the talents of an adventurer—he flattered her and led her on, always speaking French, until he had got up a great intimacy48. Then Mrs. Budlong,—she no longer called her mother,—began to persuade her to accept him, and then to treat the[227] matter as settled; and then to bully33 her and say that her honour was engaged, and her character would be gone if she did not marry him.
“Imagine the poor girl, so young, and totally uneducated to think for herself, in the grasp of that infernal crocodile! Then her brother, that mean little squirt, Tim, made some heavy gambling49 debts to the Frenchman, and he told her he thought the marriage was just the thing, and wouldn’t listen to a word from her. Mrs. Budlong said that her father had given his full approval to the match. Arabella felt utterly50 abandoned, and I do believe that horrid51 hag would have carried her point before this, if Ambient hadn’t stepped in with his timely licking. At the picnic the Frenchman was continuing to treat her with tyrannical familiarity. She hated him so much that she longed to go to Diana and Clara for protection, but she feared they would think her a silly little snob52 and send her to her mother. Mother!” repeated Peter with emotion, and swallowed hard.
Mr. Waddy also felt an unaccustomed lump in his gullet.
“Peter,” said he, a little huskily, “I’m proud of you. By Jove! I’m proud to know you. You’re the best man in the lot. The rest of us would have stood around and seen that girl sent to the devil and never have lifted a finger to prevent it.”
“Oh, come,” protested Peter, “I know better[228] than that. And then, besides, you see, you—you didn’t have my incentive53. She needed someone, Waddy; she said she’d always thought me one of her best friends—but she couldn’t speak to any gentleman about her troubles, much less me. And then she began to cry again and I had to kiss her again like a brother and tell her that I was her best friend and would save her. Luckily, no one happened to pass; so I let her sob54 herself quiet in my arms and told her to have courage and not to speak to anyone on this subject. What a damnable infamy55 it is! I don’t care for Mrs. Budlong, and would let her be exposed and go to the devil, but it will kill the old gentleman. He’s a good old boy, and actually loves that woman. We must save him if we can. Here is old Mellasys, Saccharissa’s father; couldn’t we get him to kidnap the Frenchman for a fugitive56 slave?”
“Peter,” said Waddy, “we may get the Frenchman off, but there is left behind a man much more dangerous than any Frenchman—Belden!”
About eight o’clock that evening, Mr. Waddy sent Chin Chin to inquire of Diana’s health. On his return, Chin Chin made a circuit to a shop he knew of. His object was lager beer, a washy beverage57, favoured by Chinamen, Germans, and such like plebeian58 and uncouth59 populaces. Feeling sleepy after his draught60, he gradually subsided61 into a ball and[229] sank under the table. Except, perhaps, Box Brown and Samuel Adams, packed some years ago by John C. Colt, corner Broadway and Chambers62 Street, no being is known, bigger than an armadillo or a hedgehog, capable of such compact storage as a slumbering63 Chinaman.
Chin Chin under the table was therefore not perceived by two men who came in to get beer and mutter confidences over it. He, however, waking and craftily64 not stirring until he could do so without disturbing legs endowed with capacity to kick, heard this secret parley65. He could not recognise the legs, but could the voices.
As soon as he was released, he ran to the Millard, and gave his message to Mr. Waddy; then, in consequence of the beer-shop discoveries, he crept along like a quick snake to his master’s hired stable. The night was very dark, the clouds obstructing66 the moon. Chin Chin’s mission and his plan were perfectly suited to his crafty67 Malayan nature. He knew the stable intimately. He had often found it a handy place to snooze away the effects of beer or gluttony—larger and more airy than his usual habitation, and much less liable to rude invasion. He had prepared a secret means of ingress and egress68; now, after a quick glance around, he glided69 along to one corner, moved a board slightly and crept inside through the crevice70 thus revealed.
In the stable were Mr. Waddy’s three horses.[230] Pallid stood next to a vacant stall. A roughly contrived71 manger, with no division, passed through all the stalls. The back door of the stable opened upon a yard, separated by a low fence from a dark lane. There was a locked door through this fence; both the stable doors were also locked.
Pallid recognised the Chinaman and whinnied a welcome nearly as articulate as the other’s reply. Chin Chin’s plan was already laid. He did not seem to need light to execute it. He groped about for a billet of wood in a spot he knew of, and drawing a fine fishing line from his pocket, made it fast to the billet, which he then threw over a beam running the length of the stable. He drew the billet up to the beam by his line, and holding the end, wormed himself in under a heap of hay that filled the stall next to Pallid’s. He found that, without changing his position, he could pass his hand into the adjoining manger. It seemed he had a fancy of possible danger, for he took from his breast pocket a perilous72 piratical knife and laid it in the manger at his side.
“Pigeon—all same—Hi yah!” said he, with gleaming teeth and a grin.
Chin Chin waited, probably dreaming of the Central Flowery Land and fancying himself under the shade of his native tea plant, offering a tidbit of rat pie to the fair Pettitoes in sabots, skewered73 hair, talon74 finger-nails, and brocaded raiment.
[231]His tender, nostalgic reverie was disturbed by the cautious turning of a key. The door opened and two men armed with a slide lantern entered. They drew up the slide and stood revealed, a precious pair, Belden and Figgins, come to superintend the training of Pallid for to-morrow’s race.
They peered cautiously round the stable—nothing but horses and hay. They could not see that snake-in-the-grass watching them with glittering eye and keen delight.
“We must do it quick, Figgy,” said Belden; “give me the ball. You hold the light. Whoa, Pallid!”
He stepped to the stall, and patting Pallid on the neck, placed a very suspicious-looking horse-ball in the manger. Pallid was beginning to turn it over and sniff75 at it, when—slam, bang!—Chin Chin let go the billet. It crashed to the floor, knocking down sundry76 objects with a terrible clatter77.
The conspirators78 started, looked at each other fearfully, and sprang back as if to escape. The noise ceasing, they looked about with anxiety. Belden caught sight of the billet and its effects.
“Bah!” said he. “Nothing but a stick of wood fallen down——” and turned back to the horse.
Meantime, under cover of the noise and panic, Chin Chin had snatched away the dosed sausage from Pallid’s manger, and thrown in a handful of oats. The horse champed them.
[232]“The greedy brute has swallowed his pill and is licking his damned chops,” Belden announced. “Well, you black devil, so much for you for throwing me, and so much for your master. You won’t win any race to-morrow nor this year.”
Again examining suspiciously everywhere, they went out as cautiously as they had entered.
Chin Chin chuckled79. He was fond of Pallid and fond of the turf, a novel fancy for a Chinaman. He knew if he revealed this adventure to Mr. Waddy, that the race would come to an end, so far as that gentleman was concerned, at least. Chin Chin wanted to see the fun. Unluckily for Figgins, he had bets with him. Chin Chin determined80 to consider himself the executive of retribution and keep his own counsel till after the race. He looked at the ball; he smelt81 it.
“Pose good for Chinaman,” he said, “ebryting all same pigeon eat em rat; eat em puppy; pose eat em sossidge. Hi yah! first chop good, all same.”
He nibbled82 a little bit, ate a little bit, and then looking out and finding the coast clear, cautiously crept homeward in the shadow. As he ate, he seemed at first very well satisfied, then less satisfied, and finally not at all satisfied, and throwing away the remnants of the ball, he made for the Millard, pressing both his hands on that part of his person which seemed the centre of dissatisfaction.
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