And now I found out what it was to be a famous swordsman. All that day
the inn seemed to hum with my name. I could not step down a corridor
without seeing flocks of servants taking wing. They fled tumultuously.
A silly maid coming from a chamber with a bucket saw me and shrieked.
She dropped her bucket and fled back into the chamber. A man-servant
saw me, gave a low moan of terror, and leaped down a convenient
stairway. All attendants scuttled aside.
What was the matter with me? Had I grown in stature or developed a
ferocious ugliness? No; I now was a famous swordsman. That was all. I
now was expected to try to grab the maids and kiss them wantonly. I
now was expected to clout the grooms on their ears if they so much as
showed themselves in my sight. In fact, I was now a great blustering,
overpowering, preposterous ass.
There was a crowd of people in the coffee-room, but the buzz of talk
suddenly ceased as I entered.
"Is this your chair, sir?" said I civilly to a gentleman.
He stepped away from the chair as if it had tried to bite him.
"'Tis at your service, sir!" he cried hastily.
"No," said I, "I would not be taking it if it be yours, for there are
just as good chairs in the sea as ever were caught, and it would ill
become me to deprive a gentleman of his chair when by exercising a
little energy I can gain one for myself, although I am willing to
admit that I have a slight hunger upon me. 'Tis a fine morning, sir."
He had turned pale and was edging toward the door. "'Tis at your
service, sir," he repeated in a low and frightened voice. All the
people were staring at us.
"No, good sir," I remonstrated, stepping forward to explain. "I would
not be having you think that I am unable to get a chair for myself,
since I am above everything able and swift with my hands, and it is a
small thing to get a chair for one's self and not deprive a worthy
gentleman of his own."
"I did not think to deprive you, sir," he ejaculated desperately. "The
chair is at your service, sir!"
"Plague the man!" I cried, stamping my foot impatiently; and at the
stamping of my foot a waiter let fall a dish, some women screamed,
three or four people disappeared through the door, and a venerable
gentleman arose from his seat in a corner and in a tremulous voice
said:
"Sir, let us pray you that there be no bloodshed."
"You are an old fool," said I to him. "How could there be bloodshed
with me here merely despising you all for not knowing what I mean when
I say it."
"We know you mean what you say, sir," responded the old gentleman.
"Pray God you mean peaceably!"
"Hoity-toity!" shouted a loud voice, and I saw a great, tall, ugly
woman bearing down upon me from the doorway. "Out of my way," she
thundered at a waiter. The man gasped out: "Yes, your ladyship!"
I was face to face with the mother of my lovely Mary.
"Hoity-toity!" she shouted at me again. "A brawler, eh? A lively
swordster, hey? A real damn-my-eyes swaggering bully!"
Then she charged upon me. "How dare you brawl with these inoffensive
people under the same roof which shelters me, fellow? By my word, I
would have pleasure to give you a box on the ear!"
"Madam," I protested hurriedly. But I saw the futility of it. Without
devoting further time to an appeal, I turned and fled. I dodged behind
three chairs and moved them hastily into a rampart.
"Madam," I cried, feeling that I could parley from my new position,
"you labour under a misapprehension."
"Misapprehend me no misapprehensions," she retorted hotly. "How dare
you say that I can misapprehend anything, wretch?"
She attacked each flank in turn, but so agile was I that I escaped
capture, although my position in regard to the chairs was twice
reversed. We performed a series of nimble manoeuvres which were
characterized on my part by a high degree of strategy. But I found the
rampart of chairs an untenable place. I was again obliged hurriedly to
retreat, this time taking up a position behind a large table.
"Madam," I said desperately, "believe me, you are suffering under a
grave misapprehension."
"Again he talks of misapprehension!"
We revolved once swiftly around the table; she stopped, panting.
"And this is the blusterer! And why do you not stand your ground,
coward?"
"Madam," said I with more coolness now that I saw she would soon be
losing her wind, "I would esteem it very ungallant behaviour if I
endured your attack for even a brief moment. My forefathers form a
brave race which always runs away from the ladies."
After this speech we revolved twice around the table. I must in all
candour say that the Countess used language which would not at all
suit the pages of my true and virtuous chronicle; but indeed it was no
worse than I often heard afterward from the great ladies of the time.
However, the talk was not always addressed to me, thank the Saints!
After we had made the two revolutions, I spoke reasonably. "Madam,"
said I, "if we go spinning about the table in this fashion for any
length of time, these gawking spectators will think we are a pair of
wheels."
"Spectators!" she cried, lifting her old head high. She beheld about
seventy-five interested people. She called out loudly to them:
"And is there no gentleman among you all to draw his sword and beat me
this rascal from the inn?"
Nobody moved.
"Madam," said I, still reasonable, "would it not be better to avoid a
possible scandal by discontinuing these movements, as the tongues of
men are not always fair, and it might be said by some--"
Whereupon we revolved twice more around the table.
When the old pelican stopped, she had only enough breath left to
impartially abuse all the sight-seers. As her eye fixed upon them,
The O'Ruddy, illustrious fighting-man, saw his chance and bolted like
a hare. The escape must have formed a great spectacle, but I had no
time for appearances. As I was passing out of the door, the Countess,
in her disappointed rage, threw a heavy ivory fan after me, which
struck an innocent bystander in the eye, for which he apologized.