PART TWO, CHAPTER THIRTY.

THIS IS A STRANGE WORLD; I AM CUT BY A MAN OF NO CHARACTER, BECAUSE HE

IS FEARFUL THAT I SHOULD INJURE HIS CHARACTER.

Timothy returned, and brought me consolation--the bleeding had not

recommenced, and Harcourt was in tolerable spirits. An eminent surgeon

had been sent for. "Go again, my dear Timothy, and as you are intimate

with Harcourt's servant, you will be able to find out what they are

about."

Timothy departed, and was absent about an hour, during which I lay on

the sofa, and groaned with anguish. When he returned, I knew by his

face that his intelligence was favourable.

"All's right," cried Timothy; "no amputation after all. It was only one

of the smaller arteries which was severed, and they have taken it up."

I sprang up from the sofa and embraced Timothy, so happy was I with the

intelligence, and then I sat down again, and cried like a child. At

last I became more composed. I had asked Captain Atkinson to dine with

me, and was very glad when he came. He confirmed Timothy's report, and

I was so overjoyed, that I sat late at dinner, drinking very freely, and

when he again proposed that we should go to the _rouge et noir_ table, I

did not refuse--on the contrary, flushed with wine, I was anxious to go,

and took all the money that I had with me. On our arrival Atkinson

played, but finding that he was not fortunate, he very soon left off.

As I had followed his game, I also had lost considerably, and he

entreated me not to play any more--but _I was a gamester_, it appeared,

and I would not pay attention to him, and did not quit the table until I

had lost every shilling in my pocket. I left the house in no very good

humour, and Atkinson, who had waited for me, accompanied me home.

"Newland," said he, "I don't know what you may think of me--you may have

heard that I'm a _roue_, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, but this I always

do, which is, caution those who are gamesters from their hearts. I have

watched you to-night, and I tell you, that you will be ruined if you

continue to frequent that table. You have no command over yourself. I

do not know what your means may be, but this I do know, that if you were

a Croesus, you would be a beggar. I cared nothing for you while you

were the Mr Newland, the admired, and leader of the fashion; but I felt

for you when I heard that you were scouted from society, merely because

it was found out that you were not so rich as you were supposed to be.

I had a fellow feeling, as I told you. I did not make your acquaintance

to win your money--I can win as much as I wish from the scoundrels who

keep the tables, or from those who would not scruple to plunder others;

and I now entreat you not to return to that place--and am sorry, very

sorry, that ever I took you there. To me, the excitement is nothing--to

you it is overpowering. You are a gamester, or rather, you have it in

your disposition. Take, therefore, the advice of a friend, if I may so

call myself, and do not go there again. I hope you are not seriously

inconvenienced by what you have lost to-night."

"Not the least," replied I. "It was ready money. I thank you for your

advice, and will follow it. I have been a fool to-night, and one folly

is sufficient."

Atkinson then left me. I had lost about two hundred and fifty pounds,

which included my winnings of the night before. I was annoyed at it,

but I thought of Harcourt's safety, and felt indifferent. The reader

may recollect that I had three thousand pounds, which Mr Masterton had

offered to put out at mortgage for me, but until he could find an

opportunity, by his advice I had bought stock in the three per cents.

Since that time he had not succeeded, as mortgages in general are for

larger sums, and it had therefore remained. My rents were not yet due,

and I was obliged to have recourse to this money. I therefore went into

the city, and ordered the broker to sell out two hundred pounds,

intending to replace it as soon as I could--for I would not have liked

that Mr Masterton should have known that I had lost money by gambling.

When I returned from the city, I found Captain Atkinson in my

apartments, waiting for me.

"Harcourt is doing well, and you are not doing badly, I have let all the

world know that you intend to call out whoever presumes to treat you

with indifference."

"The devil you have! but that is a threat which may easier be made than

followed up by deeds."

"Shoot two or three more," replied Atkinson, coolly, "and then, depend

upon it, you'll have it all your own way. As it is, I acknowledge there

has been some show of resistance, and they talk of making a resolution

not to meet you, on the score of your being an impostor."

"And a very plausible reason, too," replied I; "nor do I think I have

any right--I am sure I have no intention of doing as you propose.

Surely, people have a right to choose their acquaintance, and to cut me,

if they think I have done wrong. I am afraid, Captain Atkinson, you

have mistaken me; I have punished Harcourt for his conduct towards me--

he deserved punishment. I had claims on him; but I have not upon the

hundreds, whom, when in the zenith of my popularity, I myself, perhaps,

was not over courteous to. I cannot _run the muck_ which you propose,

nor do I consider that I shall help my character by so doing. I may

become notorious, but certainly, I shall not obtain that species of

notoriety which will be of service to me. No, no; I have done too much,

I may say, already; and, although not so much to blame as the world

imagines, yet my own conscience tells me, that by allowing it to suppose

that I was what I was not, I have, to say the least, been a party to the

fraud, and must take the consequence. My situation now is very

unpleasant, and I ought to retire, and, if possible, re-appear with real

claims upon the public favour. I have still friends, thank God! and

influential friends. I am offered a writership in India--a commission

in the army--or to study the law. Will you favour me with your

opinion?"

"You pay me a compliment by asking my advice. A writership in India is

fourteen years' transportation, returning with plenty to live on, but no

health to enjoy it. In the army you might do well, and, moreover, as an

officer in the army, none dare refuse to go out with you. At the same

time, under your peculiar circumstances, I think if you were in a crack

regiment, you would, in all probability, have to fight one half the

mess, and be put in Coventry by the other. You must then exchange on

half-pay, and your commission would be a great help to you. As for the

law--I'd sooner see a brother of mine in his coffin. There, you have my

opinion."

"Not a very encouraging one, at all events," replied I, laughing; "but

there is much truth in your observations. To India I will not go, as it

will interfere with the great object of my existence."

"And pray, if it be no secret, may I ask what that is?"

"To find out _who is my father_."

Captain Atkinson looked very hard at me. "I more than once," said he,

"have thought you a little cracked, but now I perceive you are _mad_--

downright _mad_: don't be angry, I couldn't help saying so, and if you

wish me to give you satisfaction, I shall most unwillingly oblige you."

"No, no, Atkinson, I believe you are not very far wrong, and I forgive

you--but to proceed. The army, as you say, will give me a position in

society, from my profession being that of a gentleman, but as I do not

wish to take the advantage which you have suggested from the position, I

shrink from putting myself into one which may lead to much

mortification. As for the law, although I do not exactly agree with you

in your abhorrence of the profession, yet I must say, that I do not like

the idea. I have been rendered unfit for it by my life up to the

present. But I am permitted to select any other."

"Without wishing to pry into your affairs, have you sufficient to live

upon?"

"Yes, in a moderate way; about a younger brother's portion, which will

just keep me in gloves, cigars, and eau de cologne."

"Then take my advice and be _nothing_. The only difference I can see

between a gentleman and anybody else, is that one is idle and the other

works hard. One is a useless, and the other a useful, member of

society. Such is the absurdity of the opinions of the world."

"Yes, I agree with you, and would prefer being a gentleman in that

respect, and do nothing, if they would admit me in every other; but that

they will not do. I am in an unfortunate position."

"And will be until your feelings become blunted as mine have been,"

replied Atkinson. "Had you acquiesced in my proposal you would have

done better. As it is, I can be of no use to you; nay, without

intending an affront, I do not know if we ought to be seen together, for

your decision not to _fight_ your way is rather awkward, as I cannot

back one with my _support_ who will not do credit to it. Do not be

angry at what I say; you are your own master, and have a right to decide

for yourself. If you think yourself not so wholly lost as to be able

eventually to recover yourself by other means, I do not blame you, as I

know it is only from an error in judgment, and not from want of

courage."

"At present I am, I acknowledge, lost, Captain Atkinson; but if I

succeed in finding my father--"

"Good morning, Newland, good morning," replied he, hastily. "I see how

it is; of course we shall be civil to each other when we meet, for I

wish you well, but we must not be seen together, or you may injure my

character."

"Injure _your_ character, Captain Atkinson?"

"Yes, Mr Newland, injure my character. I do not mean to say but that

there are characters more respectable, but I have a character which

suits me, and it has the merit of consistency. As you are not prepared,

as the Americans say, _to go the whole hog_, we will part good friends,

and if I have said anything to annoy you, I beg your pardon."

"Good-bye, then, Captain Atkinson; for the kindness you have shown me I

am grateful." He shook my hand, and walked out of the room. "And for

having thus broken up our acquaintance, more grateful still," thought I,

as he went down stairs.

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