CHAPTER XVIII. A CONFIDENCE

I slept late on the morning after my introduction to the Monks of the

Screw, and probably should have continued to indulge still longer, had

not O'Grady awoke me.

'Come, Jack,' he cried, 'this is the third time I have been here to-day.

I can't have mercy on you any longer; so rub your eyes, and try if

you can't wake sufficiently to listen to me. I have just received my

appointment as captain in the Forty-first, with an order to repair

immediately to Chatham to join the regiment, which is under orders for

foreign service.'

'And when do you go, Phil?'

'To-night at eight o'clock. A private note from a friend at the Horse

Guards tells me not to lose a moment; and as I shall have to wait on

the duke to thank him for his great kindness to me, I have no time to

spare.'

This news so stunned me that for a moment or two I couldn't reply.

O'Grady perceived it, and, patting me gaily on the shoulder, said--

'Yes, Jack, I am sorry we are to separate. But as for me, no other

course was open; and as to you, with all your independence from fortune,

and with all your family influence to push your promotion, the time is

not very distant when you will begin to feel the life you are leading

vapid and tiresome. You will long for an excitement more vigorous and

more healthy in its character; and then, my boy, my dearest hope is that

we may be thrown once more together.'

Had my friend been able at the moment to have looked into the secret

recesses of my heart and read there my inmost thoughts, he could not

more perfectly have depicted my feelings, nor pictured the impressions

that, at the very moment he spoke, were agitating my mind. The time he

alluded to had indeed arrived. The hour had come when I wished to be a

soldier in more than the mere garb; but with that wish came linked

another even stronger still; and this was, that, before I went on

service, I should once more see Louisa Bellew, explain to her the nature

and extent of my attachment to her, and obtain, if possible, some pledge

on her part that, with the distinction I hoped to acquire, I should look

to the possession of her love as my reward and my recompense. Young as I

was, I felt ashamed at avowing to O'Grady the rapid progress of my

passion. I had not courage to confess upon what slight encouragement I

built my hopes, and at the same time was abashed at being compelled to

listen tamely to his prophecy, when the very thoughts that flashed

across me would have indicated my resolve.

While I thus maintained an awkward silence, he once more resumed--

'Meanwhile, Jack, you can serve me, and I shall make no apologies

for enlisting you. You've heard me speak of this great Loughrea

steeplechase: now, somehow or other, with my usual prudence, I have gone

on adding wager to wager, until at last I find myself with a book of

some eight hundred pounds--to lose which at a moment like this, I need

not say, would almost ruin all my plans. To be free of the transaction,

I this morning offered to pay half forfeit, and they refused me. Yes,

Hinton, they knew every man of them the position I stood in. They saw

that not only my prospects but my honour was engaged; that before a week

I should be far away, without any power to control, without any means to

observe them. They knew well that, thus circumstanced, I must lose; and

that if I lost, I must sell my commission, and leave the army beggared

in character and in fortune.'

'And now, my dear friend,' said I, interrupting, 'how happens it that

you bet with men of this stamp? I understood you it was a friendly

match, got up at a dinnerparty.'

'Even so, Jack. The dinner was in my own rooms, the claret mine, the men

my _friends_. You may smile, but so the world is pleased to call those

with whom from day to day we associate, with no other bond of union than

the similarity of a pursuit which has nothing more reprehensible in it

than the character of the intimacies it engenders. Yes, Hinton, these

are my sporting friends, sipping my wine while they plot my ruin.

Conviviality with them is not the happy abandonment to good fellowship

and enjoyment, but the season of cold and studied calculation--the hour

when, unexcited themselves, they trade upon the unguarded and unwary

feelings of others. They know how imperative is the code of honour as

regards a bet, and they make a virtue to themselves in the unflinching

firmness of their exaction, as a cruel judge would seek applause for the

stern justice with which he condemns a felon. It is usual, however, to

accept half forfeit in circumstances like these of mine: the condition

did not happen to be inserted, and they rejected my offer.'

'Is this possible,' said I, 'and that these men call themselves your

friends?'

'Yes, Jack; a betting-book is like Shylock's bond, and the holder of one

pretty much about as merciful as the worthy Israelite. But come, come!

it is but boyish weakness in one like me to complain of these things;

nor, indeed, would I speak of them now, but with the hope that my words

may prove a warning to you, while they serve to explain the service I

look for from you, and give you some insight into the character of those

with whom you 'll have to deal.'

'Only tell me,' said I, 'only explain, my dear O'Grady, what I can do,

and how; it is needless for me to say I 'm ready.'

'I thought as much. Now listen to me. When I made this unlucky match

it was, as I have said, over a dinnerparty, when, excited by wine and

carried away by the enthusiasm of the moment, I made a proposition

which, with a calmer head, I should never have ventured. For a second or

two it was not accepted, and Mr. Burke, of whom you 've heard me speak,

called out from the end of the table, “A sporting offer, by Jove! and

I'll ride for you myself.” This I knew was to give me one of the first

horsemen in Ireland; so, while filling my glass and nodding to him,

accepted his offer, I cried out, “Two to one against any horse named

at this moment!” The words were not spoken when I was taken up, at both

sides of the table; and as I leaned across to borrow a pencil from a

friend, I saw that a smile was curling every lip, and that Burke himself

endeavoured with his wine-glass to conceal the expression of his face.

I needed no stronger proof that the whole match had been a preconcerted

scheme between the parties, and that I had fallen into a snare laid

purposely to entrap me. It was too late, however, to retract; I booked

my bets, drank my wine, congeed my friends, went to bed, and woke the

next morning to feel myself a dupe.

'But come, Jack; at this rate I shall never have done. The match was

booked, the ground chosen, Mr. Burke to be my jockey, and, in fact,

everything arranged, when, what was my surprise, my indignation, to find

that the horse I destined for the race (at the time in possession of

a friend) was bought up for five hundred and sent off to England! This

disclosed to me how completely I was entrapped. Nothing remained for me

then but to purchase one which offered at the moment! and this one,

I 've told you already, has the pleasant reputation of being the most

wicked devil and the hardest to ride in the whole west; in fact, except

Burke himself, nobody would mount him on a road, and as to crossing a

country with him, even _he_, they say, has no fancy for it. In any case,

he made it the ground of a demand which I could not refuse--that, in the

event of my winning, he was to claim a third of the stakes. At length

the horse is put in training, improves every hour, and matters seem to

be taking a favourable turn. In the midst of this, however, the report

reaches me, as you heard yourself yesterday morning, that Burke will

not ride. However I affected to discredit it at the moment, I had great

difficulty to preserve the appearance of calm. This morning settles the

question by this letter:--

'“Red House, Wednesday Morning.”

'“Dear Sir,--A friendly hint has just reached me that I am to be

arrested on the morning of the Loughrea race for a trifle of a hundred

and eighteen pounds and some odd shillings. If it suits your convenience

to pay the money, or enter into bail for the amount, I'll be very happy

to ride your horse; for, although I don't care for a double ditch, I've

no fancy to take the wall of the county jail, even on the back of as

good a horse as Moddiridderoo.--Yours truly, Ulick Burke.”'

'Well,' said I, as, after some difficulty, I spelled through this

ill-written and dirty epistle, 'and what do you mean to do here?'

'If you ask me,' said Phil, 'what I 'd like to do, I tell you fairly

it would be to horsewhip my friend Mr. Burke as a preliminary, pay the

stakes, withdraw my horse, and cut the whole concern; but my present

position is, unhappily, opposed to each of these steps. In the first

place, a rencontre with Burke would do me infinite disservice at the

Horse Guards, and as to the payment of eight hundred pounds, I don't

think I could raise the money, unless some one would advance five

hundred of it for a mortgage on Corny Delany. But to be serious,

Jack--and, as time passes, I must be serious--I believe the best way on

this occasion is to give Burke the money (for as to the bill, that's

an invention); yet as I must start to-night for England, and the affair

will require some management, I must put the whole matter into your

hands, with full instructions how to act.'

'I am quite ready and willing,' said I; 'only give me the _carte du

pay_.'

'Well, then, my boy, you'll go down to Loughrea for me the day before

the race, establish yourself as quietly as you can in the hotel, and, as

the riders must be named on the day before the running, contrive to see

Mr. Burke, and inform him that his demand will be complied with. Have

no delicacy with him---it is a mere money question; and although by

the courtesy of the turf he is a gentleman, yet there is no occasion

to treat him with more of ceremony than is due to yourself in your

negotiation. This letter contains the sum he mentions. In addition to

that, I have inclosed a bank cheque for whatever you like to give him;

only remember one thing, Hinton--_he_ must ride, and _I_ must win.'

All the calmness with which O'Grady had hitherto spoken deserted him

at this moment; his face became scarlet, his brow was bent, and his lip

quivered with passion, while, as he walked the room with hurried steps

he muttered between his teeth--

'Yes, though it cost my last shilling, I'll win the race! They thought

to ruin me; the scheme was deeply laid and well planned too, but they

shall fail. No, Hinton,' resumed he in a louder tone--'no, Hinton;

believe me, poor man that I am, this is not with me a question of so

many pounds: it is the wounded _amour propre_ of a man who, all through

his life, held out the right hand of fellowship to those very men who

now conspire to be his ruin. And such, my dear boy, such, for the most

part, are the dealings of the turf. I do not mean to say that men

of high honour and unblemished integrity are not foremost in the

encouragement of a sport which, from its bold and manly character,

is essentially an English one; but this I would assert, that probity,

truth, and honour are the gifts of but a very small number of those who

make a traffic of the turf, and are, what the world calls, “racing men.”

And oh how very hard the struggle, how nice the difficulty, of him who

makes these men his daily companions, to avoid the many artifices which

the etiquette of the racecourse permits, but which the feelings of a

gentleman would reject as unfair and unworthy! How contaminating that

laxity of principle that admits of every stratagem, every trick, as

legitimate, with the sole proviso that it be successful! And what a

position is it that admits of no alternative save being the dupe or the

blackleg! How hard for the young fellow entering upon life with all the

ardour, all the unsuspecting freshness of youth about him, to stop

short at one without passing on to the other stage! How difficult, with

offended pride and wounded self-love, to find himself the mere tool

of sharpers! How very difficult to check the indignant spirit, that

whispers retaliation by the very arts by which he has been cheated! Is

not such a trial as this too much for any boy of twenty? and is it

not to be feared that, in the estimation he sees those held in whose

blackguardism is their pre-eminence, a perverted ambition to be what is

called a sharp fellow may sap and undermine every honourable feeling

of the heart, break down the barriers of rigid truth and scrupulous

fidelity, teaching him to exult at what formerly he had blushed, and to

recognise no folly so contemptible as that of him who believes the word

of another? Such a career as this has many a one pursued, abandoning

bit by bit every grace, every virtue, and every charm of his character,

that, at the end, he should come forth a “sporting gentleman.”'

He paused for a few seconds, and then, turning towards me, added, in a

voice tremulous from emotion, 'And yet, my boy, to men like this I would

now expose you! No, no, Jack; I' ll not do it. I care not what turn the

thing may take; I 'll not embitter my life with this reflection.' He

seized the letter, and crushing it in his hand, walked towards the

window.

'Come, come, O'Grady,' said I, 'this is not fair; you first draw a

strong picture of these men, and then you deem me weak enough to fall

into their snares. That would hardly say much for my judgment and good

sense; besides, you have stimulated my curiosity, and I shall be sadly

disappointed if I'm not to see them.'

'Be it so, Jack!' said he with a sigh. 'I shall give you a couple

of letters to some friends of mine down there; and I know but one

recompense you'll have for all the trouble and annoyance of this

business--your pretty friend, Miss Bellew, is on a visit in the

neighbourhood, and is certain to be at the race.'

Had O'Grady looked at me while he spoke he would have seen how deeply

this intelligence affected me, while I myself could with difficulty

restrain the increased interest I now felt in all about the matter,

questioning him on every particular, inquiring into a hundred minute

points, and, in fact, displaying an ardour on the subject that nothing

short of my friend's preoccupation could have failed in detecting the

source of. My mind now fixed on one object, I could scarcely follow him

in his directions as to travelling down, secrecy, etc.

I heard something about the canal-boat, and some confused impression was

on my mind about a cross-road and a jaunting-car; but the prospect of

meeting Louisa, the hope of again being in her society, rendered me

indifferent to all else; and as I thrust the letters he gave me into my

coat-pocket, and promised an implicit observance of all his directions,

I should have been sorely puzzled had he asked me to repeat them.

'Now,' continued O'Grady, at the end of about half-an-hour's rapid

speaking, 'I believe I've put you in possession of all the bearings

of this case. You understand, I hope, the kind of men you have to deal

with, and I trust Mr. Ulick Burke is thoroughly known to you by this

time?'

'Oh, perfectly,' said I, half mechanically.

'Well, then, my boy, I believe I had better say good-bye. Something

tells me we shall meet ere long; meanwhile, Jack, you have my best

wishes.' He paused for a moment and turned away his head, evidently

affected, then added, 'You'll write to me soon, of course; and as that

old fool Corny follows me in a week----'

'And is Corny going abroad?'

'Ay, confound him! like the old man in Sindbad, there 's no getting

him off one's shoulders. Besides, he has a kind of superstition that he

ought to close the eyes of the last of the family; and as he has frankly

confessed to me this morning he knows I am in that predicament, he

esteems it a point of duty to accompany me. Poor fellow, with all his

faults, I can't help feeling attached to him; and were I to leave him

behind me, what would become of him? No, Jack, I am fully sensible of

all the inconvenience, all the ridicule of this step, but, 'faith, I

prefer both to the embittering reflection I should have did I desert

him.'

'Why does he remain after you, Phil? He 'll never find his way to

London.'

'Oh, trust him! What with scolding, cursing, and abusing every one he

meets, he'll attract notice enough on the road never to be forgotten, or

left behind. But the fact is, it is his own proposition; and Corny

has asked for a few days' leave of absence, for the first time for

seven-and-twenty years!'

'And what the deuce can that be for?'

'You 'd never guess if you tried until to-morrow--to see his mother.'

'Corny's mother! Corny Delany's mother!'

'Just so--his mother. Ah, Hinton! you still have much to learn about us

all here. And now, before we part, let me instruct you on this point;

not that I pretend to have a reason for it, nor do I know that there

is any, but somehow I'll venture to say that whenever you meet with a

little cross-grained, ill-conditioned, ill-thriven old fellow, with a

face as if carved in the knot of a crab-tree, the odds are about fifteen

to one that the little wretch has a mother alive. Whether it is that the

tenacity of life among such people is greater, or whether Nature has

any peculiar objects of her own in view in the matter, I can't say, but

trust me for the fact. And now, I believe, I have run myself close to

time; so once more, Jack, good-bye, and God bless you!'

He hurried from the room as he spoke, but, as the door was closing, I

saw that his lip trembled and his cheek was pale; while I leaned against

the window-shutter and looked after him with a heavy and oppressed

heart, for he was my first friend in the world.

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