"Well, no!" admitted Gilly. "But he did warn me against letting myself be drawn into the sort of company you
keep
. Very justly, I daresay. You Lifeguards—Hyde Park soldiers, Belper calls you: did you know?—you're such a fast set of fellows, and one never knows where military society may lead one, does one? He warned me against Gaywood, too. He said
he
might lead me into gaming-hells, and this is precisely where he did try to lead me, only I was mindful of my orders, and I didn't go with him."
"Humdudgeon, Adolphus! You didn't go with him because gaming don't amuse you. No playing off your tricks to me, little cousin!"
The Duke ladled more punch into his glass. "Don't interrupt the head of the family, Gideon! Remember what is due to my position!"
"A little more, and that will be head downwards in my wine-cooler!" said Gideon.
"I warn you, it will be two to one against you, for Matt—if not too castaway—will stand my friend."
Matthew, who had been sitting in a brown study, started. "I'm not castaway!" he said. "A fellow can't be talking all the time!"
"You cannot know Belper, or you would not say so, Gideon. I shall be of full age next year, and my uncle says I must learn to manage for myself. I have a thousand amiable qualities, but I lack resolution. So I thought I would interest myself a little in my estates, but my notions were so nonsensical they made Scriven smile, and put my uncle out of all patience with me. I wish—oh, how much I wish!—that my guardian had been a villain, and my agent a fool, and that the pair of them had tried to ruin me!"
"I don't see any sense in that!" objected Matthew, blinking.
"And I wish," continued Gilly, disregarding the interruption, "that no one about me wished me well, or cared for my interests, or had a particle of affection for me! But they have! God knows why, but they have! Do you know what Borrowdale, and Chigwell, and Nettlebed, and my footman—no, not my footman! Heaven reward him, for he did not know me in my cradle, and does not care a fig what may become of me! He is a splendid fellow! I wonder what wage I pay him? It must be doubled!—But the rest of them—oh, yes, and Turvey, too! how came I to forget him?—the rest of them are waiting for me to come home, and fretting themselves to flinders because I would not have my carriage ordered, and so may have been set-upon by footpads, or taken a chill! They will all be sitting up for me, you know. Borrowdale will offer me a hot posset, I daresay, and I am quite sure that Nettlebed will give me a scold!" He jumped up, and began to stride restlessly about the room. "Gideon, I have been wondering what it would be like to be plain Mr. Dash, of Nowhere in Particular!"
"Try it!" recommended his cousin.
"How can I? We are not living between the covers of a romance, but in this dead bore of a Polite World! And I am going to be married! Give me some more punch! Or had you better perhaps warn me that my digestion was never of the strongest, and it may very likely set up some disorder, for which it will be necessary to summon Dr. Baillie?"
"Go to the devil!" said Gideon, refilling his glass. "You may be as ill as you please, as long as you are not ill in my chambers. I shall bundle you into a chair, and tell 'em to carry you home."
"I like you so much," sighed the Duke, "and there is no virtue in you! You lie, Gideon, you lie! You would have half the Faculty here within an hour of my collapse!"
"Not I!"
"I wish you will stop twaddling for ever!" suddenly exclaimed Matthew, sitting up with a jerk. "I can tell you this, Gilly! It would do you a deal of good
not
to be a Duke, and not to have all the money you need, and scores of servants to wait on you, and
not
to have a stable full of blood-cattle, or a pair of sixty-guinea Mantons, or people to manage your affairs, or—or any of the things you
have
got, and don't so much as think about!"
"Yes, I think it would," agreed Gilly, arrested by this outburst. "Would you like to change places with me?"
"By God I would!"
"Well, you can't," said Gilly, sitting down again. "I've suddenly bethought me that if we changed places I should have Uncle Henry for my father, and although I don't wish to offend you, Matt, I don't want him."
"Adolphus, you are three parts disguised!" said Gideon severely.
The Duke smiled at him, but shook his head. "No, I am quite sober. But Matt is right! I have twaddled enough! Matt escort me home through our perilous streets! Where are you putting up?"
"Reddish's, but I don't mind going along with you," replied Matthew, draining his glass.
The Duke went out into the hall to pick up his coat. Gideon accompanied him, and helped him to put it on. "Come and dine with me tomorrow, Adolphus," he said, I'll have none of our cousins here to meet you."
"Yes, I wanted to find you alone," said Gilly.
"You shall, my little one. Eight o'clock. Do not cut your throat before then!"
"Gideon, Gideon, you don't suppose that I shave myself, do you?" riposted Gilly, much shocked.
Chapter 6
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For some few minutes after he and Gilly had left Albany, Matthew kept up a flow of alarmingly light-hearted conversation. It did not deceive his cousin, and at the first opportunity he broke in on the chatter, and said: "Are you troubled about anything, Matt?"
The flow ceased abruptly. After a moment, Matthew said: "Troubled? Why should I be?"
"Well, I don't know, but if you are I think you might tell me."
"Oh! Now you are back at that Head-of-the-House stuff!" replied Matthew, with an unconvincing laugh.
"I hadn't thought of that, but now you put me in mind of it I might as well justify my position. Are you under a cloud, Matt?"
"Oh, lord, yes, but that ain't it! At least, in a way it is, but not as you think. My snyder is one of the faithful, thank God!"
Correctly interpreting this mystic phrase to mean that Mr. Ware's tailor gave him long credit, the Duke said, "What's the figure?"
There was a long silence. Mr. Ware broke it. "If you want to know, I need five thousand pounds!"
"Oh!" said the Duke. "I haven't such a sum on me at the moment, but I daresay I could find it."
Matthew began to laugh. "Gilly, you fool! As though my uncle would let you!"
"He has never kept me short of money. In any event, since I was twenty-one I have been at liberty to draw what I please. It is only my principal I may not tamper with."
"Well, if he would let you I would not! I am not such a sponge! I was only bamming!"
"Matt, what is it?"
Another long silence followed this question, but the sympathy in his cousin's voice won Matthew's confidence. "Gilly, I am run off my legs—all to pieces!" he said, sounding very much more like a scared schoolboy than a young gentleman about to enter on his third year at the University.
The Duke tucked a hand in his arm. "We'll raise the wind, Matt, never fear! But what is it? You are not scorched to that figure!"
"Oh, no, it's not debt! But I don't know what to do! It's breach of promise!"
The Duke was somewhat staggered by this revelation.
"Breach of promise! Matt, I don't know what you have been doing, but who the devil could be suing you for such a sum as that?"
"Not
me!
Suing
you!
Through my father, I daresay. To keep our name out of court! Everyone knows how rich you are!"
"What a fool I am!" said Gilly slowly. "Of course! But did you make an offer of marriage to this female?"
"Well, yes, I suppose I did," said Matthew wretchedly. "You know how it is when one writes a letter!"
"Did you write her letters?"
"Yes, I did, but I never thought—And she did not answer one of them!" said Matthew, on a note of ill-usage.
"Matt, has she many of your letters?"
"It isn't she: it's a fellow who says he is her guardian. He says he has half a dozen of my letters. I do not know how I came to write so many, for in general, you know, I am not much of a dab in that line! But she was so excessively beautiful—! You can have no notion, Gilly!"
"Where did you meet her? Not in London?"
"Oh, no! In the High! She was looking in at a shop-window, and there was a lady with her—well, I thought she was a lady, but when I came to know her better of course I saw that she was not quite the thing, but that didn't signify, and she said she was her aunt, and her name was Mrs. Dovercourt, but I daresay it was not. Anyway, Belinda dropped her reticule, and of course I picked it up, and—and that is how it all began!"
The Duke, feeling a trifle bewildered by this not very clear account of his cousin's entanglement, suggested that they should thrash the matter out in the privacy of his library at Sale House. Matthew agreed to this, but said with a heavy sigh that he did not see what could be done about it. "I won't let you pay, Gilly, and that's an end to it! It's all very well to say you may draw what money you please, but what a flutter there would be if you drew such a sum as that! It would be bound to come to my uncle's ears, and he would tell my father, and then I should have nothing to do but to jump into the river, and that would not answer, because I am a pretty strong swimmer, and I daresay I shouldn't drown at all! Of course, if I were like you, and could afford to keep my own phaeton, or curricle, or some such thing, I could drive to the devil, and break my neck, but I should like to see anyone driving a job-horse and gig to the devil! Why, you couldn't do it! Job-horses are all slugs! I suppose I
could
blow my brains out, but it would mean purchasing a good pistol, and I'm not too well-blunted at this present, and to tell you the truth, Gilly, I don't above half fancy the idea."
The Duke, realizing that Captain Ware's punch had something to do with this despairing utterance, replied in soothing terms, agreeing that among his own many advantages must be ranked the means of putting a period to his life in an expensive way, and drew his young relative on towards Curzon Street. The walk did much to clear Mr. Ware's clouded intellect, but nothing to lift his depression. When he entered Sale House in Gilly's wake, he made an effort to appear sprightly and at his ease, but achieved such an alarming result that had the Duke's upper servants had eyes to spare for anyone but their master they must have noticed it, and have wondered what could be in the wind. But in the event Borrowdale, Chigwell, and Nettlebed were far too much taken-up with conveying to his Grace by innuendo a sense of anxiety he had caused them to labour under all the evening to have any attention to spare for Mr. Matthew.
The Duke bore all the solicitude that met him with his usual patience, disclaiming any feeling of chill or of fatigue, and desired Borrowdale to bring wine and biscuits into the library. "And you need none of you wait up for me!" he added. "Leave a candle on the table, and I shall do very well."
The steward bowed, and said that it should be as his Grace wished, but Borrowdale and Nettlebed were instantly drawn into a temporary alliance, and exchanged speaking glances, expressive of their mutual determination to sit up all night, if need be.
The Duke led Matthew into the library, and installed him in a chair by the fire; one of the footmen came in with a taper, with the zealous intention of lighting all the candles in the wall-sconces and chandeliers with which the room was generously provided; and Borrowdale soon followed him with a silver tray of refreshments. Having restrained the footman, and assured Borrowdale that he should want nothing more that night, the Duke got rid of them both, and took a seat opposite his cousin's. "Well, now, Matt, tell me the whole!" he invited.
"You won't blab to my father if I do, will you?" said Matthew suspiciously.
"What a fellow you must think me! Of course I will not!"
His mind relieved on this score, Matthew embarked on a long and somewhat obscure story. It came haltingly at first, and with a good many rambling excuses, but when he found that his cousin had apparently no intention either of exclaiming at his folly, or of blaming him for it, he abandoned his slightly pugnacious and extremely self-exculpatory manner, and became very much more natural, unburdening his troubled soul to the Duke, and feeling considerably the better for it.
The tale was not always easy to follow, and in spite of its length, and wealth of detail, there were several gaps in it, but the salient points were not difficult to grasp. The Duke gathered that his impulsive cousin had fallen in love at sight with a female of surpassing beauty, who was visiting Oxford with a lady who might, or might not, be her aunt. This lady, so far from discouraging the advances of a strange gentleman, had most obligingly given him her direction, and had assured him that she would be happy to see him if he should chance at any time to be passing her lodging. And of course Matthew had passed her lodging, and had received a flattering welcome there; and, finding that the lovely Belinda was even lovelier than his memory had painted her, lost no time in plunging neck and crop into an
affaire
which seemed to have run the gamut of stolen meetings, passionate love-letters, and wild plans of a flight to Gretna Green. Yes, he admitted, he rather thought he had mentioned Gretna Green.