It ne’er shall stop for me, this merry wager2:
That which I say when gamesome, I’ll avouch3
In my most sober mood, ne’er trust me else.
The Hazard Table.
“And how doth your kinsman4, good mine host?” said Tressilian, when Giles Gosling first appeared in the public room, on the morning following the revel5 which we described in the last chapter. “Is he well, and will he abide6 by his wager?”
“For well, sir, he started two hours since, and has visited I know not what purlieus of his old companions; hath but now returned, and is at this instant breakfasting on new-laid eggs and muscadine. And for his wager, I caution you as a friend to have little to do with that, or indeed with aught that Mike proposes. Wherefore, I counsel you to a warm breakfast upon a culiss, which shall restore the tone of the stomach; and let my nephew and Master Goldthred swagger about their wager as they list.”
“It seems to me, mine host,” said Tressilian, “that you know not well what to say about this kinsman of yours, and that you can neither blame nor commend him without some twinge of conscience.”
“You have spoken truly, Master Tressilian,” replied Giles Gosling. “There is Natural Affection whimpering into one ear, ‘Giles, Giles, why wilt8 thou take away the good name of thy own nephew? Wilt thou defame thy sister’s son, Giles Gosling? wilt thou defoul thine own nest, dishonour9 thine own blood?’ And then, again, comes Justice, and says, ‘Here is a worthy10 guest as ever came to the bonny Black Bear; one who never challenged a reckoning’ (as I say to your face you never did, Master Tressilian — not that you have had cause), ‘one who knows not why he came, so far as I can see, or when he is going away; and wilt thou, being a publican, having paid scot and lot these thirty years in the town of Cumnor, and being at this instant head-borough, wilt thou suffer this guest of guests, this man of men, this six-hooped pot (as I may say) of a traveller, to fall into the meshes11 of thy nephew, who is known for a swasher and a desperate Dick, a carder and a dicer12, a professor of the seven damnable sciences, if ever man took degrees in them?’ No, by Heaven! I might wink13, and let him catch such a small butterfly as Goldthred; but thou, my guest, shall be forewarned, forearmed, so thou wilt but listen to thy trusty host.”
“Why, mine host, thy counsel shall not be cast away,” replied Tressilian; “however, I must uphold my share in this wager, having once passed my word to that effect. But lend me, I pray, some of thy counsel. This Foster, who or what is he, and why makes he such mystery of his female inmate15?”
“Troth,” replied Gosling, “I can add but little to what you heard last night. He was one of Queen Mary’s Papists, and now he is one of Queen Elizabeth’s Protestants; he was an onhanger of the Abbot of Abingdon; and now he lives as master of the Manor16-house. Above all, he was poor, and is rich. Folk talk of private apartments in his old waste mansion17-house, bedizened fine enough to serve the Queen, God bless her! Some men think he found a treasure in the orchard18, some that he sold himself to the devil for treasure, and some say that he cheated the abbot out of the church plate, which was hidden in the old Manor-house at the Reformation. Rich, however, he is, and God and his conscience, with the devil perhaps besides, only know how he came by it. He has sulky ways too — breaking off intercourse20 with all that are of the place, as if he had either some strange secret to keep, or held himself to be made of another clay than we are. I think it likely my kinsman and he will quarrel, if Mike thrust his acquaintance on him; and I am sorry that you, my worthy Master Tressilian, will still think of going in my nephew’s company.”
Tressilian again answered him, that he would proceed with great caution, and that he should have no fears on his account; in short, he bestowed21 on him all the customary assurances with which those who are determined22 on a rash action are wont23 to parry the advice of their friends.
Meantime, the traveller accepted the landlord’s invitation, and had just finished the excellent breakfast, which was served to him and Gosling by pretty Cicely, the beauty of the bar, when the hero of the preceding night, Michael Lambourne, entered the apartment. His toilet had apparently24 cost him some labour, for his clothes, which differed from those he wore on his journey, were of the newest fashion, and put on with great attention to the display of his person.
“By my faith, uncle,” said the gallant25, “you made a wet night of it, and I feel it followed by a dry morning. I will pledge you willingly in a cup of bastard26.— How, my pretty coz Cicely! why, I left you but a child in the cradle, and there thou stand’st in thy velvet27 waistcoat, as tight a girl as England’s sun shines on. Know thy friends and kindred, Cicely, and come hither, child, that I may kiss thee, and give thee my blessing28.”
“Concern not yourself about Cicely, kinsman,” said Giles Gosling, “but e’en let her go her way, a’ God’s name; for although your mother were her father’s sister, yet that shall not make you and her cater-cousins.”
“Why, uncle,” replied Lambourne, “think’st thou I am an infidel, and would harm those of mine own house?”
“It is for no harm that I speak, Mike,” answered his uncle, “but a simple humour of precaution which I have. True, thou art as well gilded29 as a snake when he casts his old slough30 in the spring time; but for all that, thou creepest not into my Eden. I will look after mine Eve, Mike, and so content thee.— But how brave thou be’st, lad! To look on thee now, and compare thee with Master Tressilian here, in his sad-coloured riding-suit, who would not say that thou wert the real gentleman and he the tapster’s boy?”
“Troth, uncle,” replied Lambourne, “no one would say so but one of your country-breeding, that knows no better. I will say, and I care not who hears me, there is something about the real gentry31 that few men come up to that are not born and bred to the mystery. I wot not where the trick lies; but although I can enter an ordinary with as much audacity32, rebuke33 the waiters and drawers as loudly, drink as deep a health, swear as round an oath, and fling my gold as freely about as any of the jingling34 spurs and white feathers that are around me, yet, hang me if I can ever catch the true grace of it, though I have practised an hundred times. The man of the house sets me lowest at the board, and carves to me the last; and the drawer says, ‘Coming, friend,’ without any more reverence35 or regardful addition. But, hang it, let it pass; care killed a cat. I have gentry enough to pass the trick on Tony Fire-the-Faggot, and that will do for the matter in hand.”
“You hold your purpose, then, of visiting your old acquaintance?” said Tressilian to the adventurer.
“Ay, sir,” replied Lambourne; “when stakes are made, the game must be played; that is gamester’s law, all over the world. You, sir, unless my memory fails me (for I did steep it somewhat too deeply in the sack-butt), took some share in my hazard?”
“I propose to accompany you in your adventure,” said Tressilian, “if you will do me so much grace as to permit me; and I have staked my share of the forfeit36 in the hands of our worthy host.”
“That he hath,” answered Giles Gosling, “in as fair Harry-nobles as ever were melted into sack by a good fellow. So, luck to your enterprise, since you will needs venture on Tony Foster; but, by my credit, you had better take another draught37 before you depart, for your welcome at the Hall yonder will be somewhat of the driest. And if you do get into peril38, beware of taking to cold steel; but send for me, Giles Gosling, the head-borough, and I may be able to make something out of Tony yet, for as proud as he is.”
The nephew dutifully obeyed his uncle’s hint, by taking a second powerful pull at the tankard, observing that his wit never served him so well as when he had washed his temples with a deep morning’s draught; and they set forth39 together for the habitation of Anthony Foster.
The village of Cumnor is pleasantly built on a hill, and in a wooded park closely adjacent was situated40 the ancient mansion occupied at this time by Anthony Foster, of which the ruins may be still extant. The park was then full of large trees, and in particular of ancient and mighty41 oaks, which stretched their giant arms over the high wall surrounding the demesne42, thus giving it a melancholy43, secluded44, and monastic appearance. The entrance to the park lay through an old-fashioned gateway45 in the outer wall, the door of which was formed of two huge oaken leaves thickly studded with nails, like the gate of an old town.
“We shall be finely helped up here,” said Michael Lambourne, looking at the gateway and gate, “if this fellow’s suspicious humour should refuse us admission altogether, as it is like he may, in case this linsey-wolsey fellow of a mercer’s visit to his premises46 has disquieted47 him. But, no,” he added, pushing the huge gate, which gave way, “the door stands invitingly48 open; and here we are within the forbidden ground, without other impediment than the passive resistance of a heavy oak door moving on rusty14 hinges.”
They stood now in an avenue overshadowed by such old trees as we have described, and which had been bordered at one time by high hedges of yew49 and holly50. But these, having been untrimmed for many years, had run up into great bushes, or rather dwarf-trees, and now encroached, with their dark and melancholy boughs51, upon the road which they once had screened. The avenue itself was grown up with grass, and, in one or two places, interrupted by piles of withered52 brushwood, which had been lopped from the trees cut down in the neighbouring park, and was here stacked for drying. Formal walks and avenues, which, at different points, crossed this principal approach, were, in like manner, choked up and interrupted by piles of brushwood and billets, and in other places by underwood and brambles. Besides the general effect of desolation which is so strongly impressed whenever we behold53 the contrivances of man wasted and obliterated54 by neglect, and witness the marks of social life effaced55 gradually by the influence of vegetation, the size of the trees and the outspreading extent of their boughs diffused56 a gloom over the scene, even when the sun was at the highest, and made a proportional impression on the mind of those who visited it. This was felt even by Michael Lambourne, however alien his habits were to receiving any impressions, excepting from things which addressed themselves immediately to his passions.
“This wood is as dark as a wolf’s mouth,” said he to Tressilian, as they walked together slowly along the solitary57 and broken approach, and had just come in sight of the monastic front of the old mansion, with its shafted58 windows, brick walls overgrown with ivy59 and creeping shrubs60, and twisted stalks of chimneys of heavy stone-work. “And yet,” continued Lambourne, “it is fairly done on the part of Foster too for since he chooses not visitors, it is right to keep his place in a fashion that will invite few to trespass61 upon his privacy. But had he been the Anthony I once knew him, these sturdy oaks had long since become the property of some honest woodmonger, and the manor-close here had looked lighter62 at midnight than it now does at noon, while Foster played fast and loose with the price, in some cunning corner in the purlieus of Whitefriars.”
“Was he then such an unthrift?” asked Tressilian.
“He was,” answered Lambourne, “like the rest of us, no saint, and no saver. But what I liked worst of Tony was, that he loved to take his pleasure by himself, and grudged63, as men say, every drop of water that went past his own mill. I have known him deal with such measures of wine when he was alone, as I would not have ventured on with aid of the best toper in Berkshire;— that, and some sway towards superstition64, which he had by temperament65, rendered him unworthy the company of a good fellow. And now he has earthed himself here, in a den19 just befitting such a sly fox as himself.”
“May I ask you, Master Lambourne,” said Tressilian, “since your old companion’s humour jumps so little with your own, wherefore you are so desirous to renew acquaintance with him?”
“And may I ask you, in return, Master Tressilian,” answered Lambourne, “wherefore you have shown yourself so desirous to accompany me on this party?”
“I told you my motive,” said Tressilian, “when I took share in your wager — it was simple curiosity.”
“La you there now!” answered Lambourne. “See how you civil and discreet66 gentlemen think to use us who live by the free exercise of our wits! Had I answered your question by saying that it was simple curiosity which led me to visit my old comrade Anthony Foster, I warrant you had set it down for an evasion67, and a turn of my trade. But any answer, I suppose, must serve my turn.”
“And wherefore should not bare curiosity,” said Tressilian, “be a sufficient reason for my taking this walk with you?”
“Oh, content yourself, sir,” replied Lambourne; “you cannot put the change on me so easy as you think, for I have lived among the quick-stirring spirits of the age too long to swallow chaff68 for grain. You are a gentleman of birth and breeding — your bearing makes it good; of civil habits and fair reputation — your manners declare it, and my uncle avouches it; and yet you associate yourself with a sort of scant-of-grace, as men call me, and, knowing me to be such, you make yourself my companion in a visit to a man whom you are a stranger to — and all out of mere69 curiosity, forsooth! The excuse, if curiously70 balanced, would be found to want some scruples71 of just weight, or so.”
“If your suspicions were just,” said Tressilian, “you have shown no confidence in me to invite or deserve mine.”
“Oh, if that be all,” said Lambourne, “my motives72 lie above water. While this gold of mine lasts”— taking out his purse, chucking it into the air, and catching73 it as it fell —“I will make it buy pleasure; and when it is out I must have more. Now, if this mysterious Lady of the Manor — this fair Lindabrides of Tony Fire-the-Fagot — be so admirable a piece as men say, why, there is a chance that she may aid me to melt my nobles into greats; and, again, if Anthony be so wealthy a chuff as report speaks him, he may prove the philosopher’s stone to me, and convert my greats into fair rose-nobles again.”
“A comfortable proposal truly,” said Tressilian; “but I see not what chance there is of accomplishing it.”
“Not today, or perchance tomorrow,” answered Lambourne; “I expect not to catch the old jack74 till. I have disposed my ground-baits handsomely. But I know something more of his affairs this morning than I did last night, and I will so use my knowledge that he shall think it more perfect than it is. Nay, without expecting either pleasure or profit, or both, I had not stepped a stride within this manor, I can tell you; for I promise you I hold our visit not altogether without risk.— But here we are, and we must make the best on’t.”
While he thus spoke7, they had entered a large orchard which surrounded the house on two sides, though the trees, abandoned by the care of man, were overgrown and messy, and seemed to bear little fruit. Those which had been formerly75 trained as espaliers had now resumed their natural mode of growing, and exhibited grotesque76 forms, partaking of the original training which they had received. The greater part of the ground, which had once been parterres and flower-gardens, was suffered in like manner to run to waste, excepting a few patches which had been dug up and planted with ordinary pot herbs. Some statues, which had ornamented77 the garden in its days of splendour, were now thrown down from their pedestals and broken in pieces; and a large summer-house, having a heavy stone front, decorated with carving78 representing the life and actions of Samson, was in the same dilapidated condition.
They had just traversed this garden of the sluggard79, and were within a few steps of the door of the mansion, when Lambourne had ceased speaking; a circumstance very agreeable to Tressilian, as it saved him the embarrassment80 of either commenting upon or replying to the frank avowal81 which his companion had just made of the sentiments and views which induced him to come hither. Lambourne knocked roundly and boldly at the huge door of the mansion, observing, at the same time, he had seen a less strong one upon a county jail. It was not until they had knocked more than once that an aged82, sour-visaged domestic reconnoitred them through a small square hole in the door, well secured with bars of iron, and demanded what they wanted.
“To speak with Master Foster instantly, on pressing business of the state,” was the ready reply of Michael Lambourne.
“Methinks you will find difficulty to make that good,” said Tressilian in a whisper to his companion, while the servant went to carry the message to his master.
“Tush,” replied the adventurer; “no soldier would go on were he always to consider when and how he should come off. Let us once obtain entrance, and all will go well enough.”
In a short time the servant returned, and drawing with a careful hand both bolt and bar, opened the gate, which admitted them through an archway into a square court, surrounded by buildings. Opposite to the arch was another door, which the serving-man in like manner unlocked, and thus introduced them into a stone-paved parlour, where there was but little furniture, and that of the rudest and most ancient fashion. The windows were tall and ample, reaching almost to the roof of the room, which was composed of black oak; those opening to the quadrangle were obscured by the height of the surrounding buildings, and, as they were traversed with massive shafts83 of solid stone-work, and thickly painted with religious devices, and scenes taken from Scripture84 history, by no means admitted light in proportion to their size, and what did penetrate85 through them partook of the dark and gloomy tinge86 of the stained glass.
Tressilian and his guide had time enough to observe all these particulars, for they waited some space in the apartment ere the present master of the mansion at length made his appearance. Prepared as he was to see an inauspicious and ill-looking person, the ugliness of Anthony Foster considerably87 exceeded what Tressilian had anticipated. He was of middle stature88, built strongly, but so clumsily as to border on deformity, and to give all his motions the ungainly awkwardness of a left-legged and left-handed man. His hair, in arranging which men at that time, as at present, were very nice and curious, instead of being carefully cleaned and disposed into short curls, or else set up on end, as is represented in old paintings, in a manner resembling that used by fine gentlemen of our own day, escaped in sable89 negligence90 from under a furred bonnet91, and hung in elf-locks, which seemed strangers to the comb, over his rugged92 brows, and around his very singular and unprepossessing countenance93. His keen, dark eyes were deep set beneath broad and shaggy eyebrows94, and as they were usually bent95 on the ground, seemed as if they were themselves ashamed of the expression natural to them, and were desirous to conceal96 it from the observation of men. At times, however, when, more intent on observing others, he suddenly raised them, and fixed97 them keenly on those with whom he conversed98, they seemed to express both the fiercer passions, and the power of mind which could at will suppress or disguise the intensity99 of inward feeling. The features which corresponded with these eyes and this form were irregular, and marked so as to be indelibly fixed on the mind of him who had once seen them. Upon the whole, as Tressilian could not help acknowledging to himself, the Anthony Foster who now stood before them was the last person, judging from personal appearance, upon whom one would have chosen to intrude100 an unexpected and undesired visit. His attire101 was a doublet of russet leather, like those worn by the better sort of country folk, girt with a buff belt, in which was stuck on the right side a long knife, or dudgeon dagger102, and on the other a cutlass. He raised his eyes as he entered the room, and fixed a keenly penetrating103 glance upon his two visitors; then cast them down as if counting his steps, while he advanced slowly into the middle of the room, and said, in a low and smothered104 tone of voice, “Let me pray you, gentlemen, to tell me the cause of this visit.”
He looked as if he expected the answer from Tressilian, so true was Lambourne’s observation that the superior air of breeding and dignity shone through the disguise of an inferior dress. But it was Michael who replied to him, with the easy familiarity of an old friend, and a tone which seemed unembarrassed by any doubt of the most cordial reception.
“Ha! my dear friend and ingle, Tony Foster!” he exclaimed, seizing upon the unwilling105 hand, and shaking it with such emphasis as almost to stagger the sturdy frame of the person whom he addressed, “how fares it with you for many a long year? What! have you altogether forgotten your friend, gossip, and playfellow, Michael Lambourne?”
“Michael Lambourne!” said Foster, looking at him a moment; then dropping his eyes, and with little ceremony extricating106 his hand from the friendly grasp of the person by whom he was addressed, “are you Michael Lambourne?”
“Ay; sure as you are Anthony Foster,” replied Lambourne.
“’Tis well,” answered his sullen107 host. “And what may Michael Lambourne expect from his visit hither?”
“Voto a Dios,” answered Lambourne, “I expected a better welcome than I am like to meet, I think.”
“Why, thou gallows-bird — thou jail-rat — thou friend of the hangman and his customers!” replied Foster, “hast thou the assurance to expect countenance from any one whose neck is beyond the compass of a Tyburn tippet?”
“It may be with me as you say,” replied Lambourne; “and suppose I grant it to be so for argument’s sake, I were still good enough society for mine ancient friend Anthony Fire-the-Fagot, though he be, for the present, by some indescribable title, the master of Cumnor Place.”
“Hark you, Michael Lambourne,” said Foster; “you are a gambler now, and live by the counting of chances — compute108 me the odds109 that I do not, on this instant, throw you out of that window into the ditch there.”
“Twenty to one that you do not,” answered the sturdy visitor.
“And wherefore, I pray you?” demanded Anthony Foster, setting his teeth and compressing his lips, like one who endeavours to suppress some violent internal emotion.
“Because,” said Lambourne coolly, “you dare not for your life lay a finger on me. I am younger and stronger than you, and have in me a double portion of the fighting devil, though not, it may be, quite so much of the undermining fiend, that finds an underground way to his purpose — who hides halters under folk’s pillows, and who puts rats-bane into their porridge, as the stage-play says.”
Foster looked at him earnestly, then turned away, and paced the room twice with the same steady and considerate pace with which he had entered it; then suddenly came back, and extended his hand to Michael Lambourne, saying, “Be not wroth with me, good Mike; I did but try whether thou hadst parted with aught of thine old and honourable110 frankness, which your enviers and backbiters called saucy111 impudence112.”
“Let them call it what they will,” said Michael Lambourne, “it is the commodity we must carry through the world with us.— Uds daggers113! I tell thee, man, mine own stock of assurance was too small to trade upon. I was fain to take in a ton or two more of brass114 at every port where I touched in the voyage of life; and I started overboard what modesty115 and scruples I had remaining, in order to make room for the stowage.”
“Nay, nay,” replied Foster, “touching scruples and modesty, you sailed hence in ballast. But who is this gallant, honest Mike? — is he a Corinthian — a cutter like thyself?”
“I prithee, know Master Tressilian, bully116 Foster,” replied Lambourne, presenting his friend in answer to his friend’s question, “know him and honour him, for he is a gentleman of many admirable qualities; and though he traffics not in my line of business, at least so far as I know, he has, nevertheless, a just respect and admiration117 for artists of our class. He will come to in time, as seldom fails; but as yet he is only a neophyte118, only a proselyte, and frequents the company of cocks of the game, as a puny119 fencer does the schools of the masters, to see how a foil is handled by the teachers of defence.”
“If such be his quality, I will pray your company in another chamber120, honest Mike, for what I have to say to thee is for thy private ear.— Meanwhile, I pray you, sir, to abide us in this apartment, and without leaving it; there be those in this house who would be alarmed by the sight of a stranger.”
Tressilian acquiesced121, and the two worthies122 left the apartment together, in which he remained alone to await their return.”
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