CHAPTER XIII

"So that is the way of it, is it?" said the Earl, grinning. "And why

did you not take it to some clerk?"

"My lord," said I with dignity, "the papers were with me in trust for

you. A man may be a gentleman and yet not know how to read and write."

"'Tis quite true," answered he.

"And when I spoke of the tutor in London I did not mean to say that I

would use what knowledge he imparted to read your papers. I was merely

blushing for the defects in my education, although Father Donovan

often said that I knew half as much as he did, poor man, and him a

holy father. If you care to so direct me, I can go even now to my

chamber and make shift to read the papers."

"The Irish possess a keen sense of honour," said he admiringly.

"We do," said I. "We possess more integrity and perfect sense of

honour than any other country in the world, although they all say the

same of themselves, and it was my own father who often said that he

would trust an Irishman as far as he could see him and no more, but

for a foreigner he had only the length of an eyelash."

"And what do you intend with the papers now, O'Ruddy?" said he.

"I intend as I intended," I replied. "There is no change in me."

"And your intentions?" said he.

"To give them into the hands of Lady Mary Strepp and no other," said I

boldly.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

"Lady Mary Strepp, my daughter," he said in ironic musing. "Would not

her mother do, O'Ruddy?" he asked softly.

I gave a start.

"She is not near?" I demanded, looking from here to there.

He laughed.

"Aye, she is. I can have her here to take the papers in one short

moment."

I held up my hands.

"No--no--"

"Peace," said he with a satanic chuckle. "I was only testing your

courage."

"My lord," said I gravely, "seeing a bare blade come at your breast is

one thing, and running around a table is another, and besides you have

no suitable table in this chamber."

The old villain laughed again.

"O'Ruddy," he cried, "I would be a well man if you were always near

me. Will I have a table fetched up from below?--'twould be easy."

Here I stiffened.

"My lord, this is frivolity," I declared. "I came here to give the

papers. If you do not care to take them in the only way in which I

will give them, let us have it said quickly."

"They seem to be safe in your hands at present," he remarked. "Of

course after you go to London and get a tutor--ahem!--"

"I will be starting at once," said I, "although Father Donovan always

told me that he was a good tutor as tutors went at the time in

Ireland. And I want to be saying now, my lord, that I cannot

understand you. At one moment you are crying one thing of the papers;

at the next moment you are crying another. At this time you are having

a laugh with me over them. What do you mean? I'll not stand this

shiver-shavering any longer, I'll have you to know. What do you mean?"

He raised himself among his cushions and fixed me with a bony finger.

"What do I mean? I'll tell you, O'Ruddy," said he, while his eyes

shone brightly. "I mean that I can be contemptuous of your plot. You

will not show these papers to any breathing creature because you are

in love with my daughter. Fool, to match your lies against an

ex-minister of the King."

My eyes must have almost dropped from my head, but as soon as I

recovered from my dumfounderment I grew amazed at the great intellect

of this man. I had told nobody, and yet he knew all about it. Yes, I

was in love with Lady Mary, and he was as well informed of it as if he

had had spies to watch my dreams. And I saw that in many cases a lover

was a kind of an ostrich, the bird which buries its head in the sands

and thinks it is secure from detection. I wished that my father had

told me more about love, for I have no doubt he knew everything of it,

he had lived so many years in Paris. Father Donovan, of course, could

not have helped me in such instruction. I resolved, any how, to be

more cautious in the future, although I did not exactly see how I

could improve myself. The Earl's insight was pure mystery to me. I

would not be for saying that he practised black magic, but any how, if

he had been at Glandore, I would have had him chased through three

parishes.

However, the Earl was grinning victoriously, and I saw that I must

harden my face to a brave exterior.

"And is it so?" said I. "Is it so?"

"Yes," he said, with his grin.

"And what then?" said I bluntly.

In his enjoyment he had been back again among his cushions.

"'What then? What then?'" he snarled, rearing up swiftly. "Why, then

you are an insolent fool: Begone from me! begone! be--" Here some

spasm overtook him, a spasm more from rage than from the sickness. He

fell back breathless, although his eyes continued to burn at me.

"My lord," said I, bowing, "I will go no poorer than when I came, save

that I have lost part of the respect I once had for you."

I turned and left his chamber. Some few gentlemen yet remained in the

drawing-room as I passed out into the public part of the inn. I went

quietly to a chamber and sat down to think. I was for ever going to

chambers and sitting down to think after these talks with the Earl,

during which he was for ever rearing up in his chair and then falling

back among the cushions.

But here was another tumble over the cliffs, if you like! Here was

genuine disaster. I laid my head in my hands and mused before my

lonely fire, drinking much and visioning my ruin. What the Earl said

was true. There was trouble in the papers for the old nobleman. That

he knew. That I knew. And he knew with his devilish wisdom that I

would lose my head rather than see her in sorrow. Well, I could bide a

time. I would go to London in company with Paddy and Jem Bottles,

since they owned all the money, and if three such rogues could not

devise something, then I would go away and bury myself in a war in

foreign parts, occupying myself in scaling fortresses and capturing

guns. These things I know I could have performed magnificently, but

from the Earl I had learned that I was an ill man to conduct an affair

of the heart.

I do not know how long I meditated, but suddenly there was a great

tumult on the stairs near my door. There were the shouts and heavy

breathings of men, struggling, and over all rang a screech as from

some wild bird. I ran to the door and poked my head discreetly out;

for my coat and waistcoat were off as well as my sword, and I wished

to see the manner of tumult at a distance before I saw it close. As I

thrust forth my head I heard a familiar voice:

"And if ye come closer, ye old hell-cat, 'tis me will be forgetting

respect to my four great-grandmothers and braining you. Keep off! Am I

not giving ye the word? Keep off!"

Then another familiar voice answered him in a fine high fury. "And you

gallows-bird, you gallows-bird, you gallows-bird! You answer me, do

you! They're coming, all, even to the hangman! You'll soon know how to

dance without a fiddler! Ah, would you? Would you?"

If I had been afflicted with that strange malady of the body which

sometimes causes men to fall to the ground and die in a moment without

a word, my doom would have been sealed. It was Paddy and Hoity-Toity

engaged in animated discussion.

"And if ye don't mind your eye, ye old cormorant--" began Paddy.

"And you would be a highwayman, would you, gallows-bird--" began the

Countess.

"Cow--" began Paddy.

Here for many reasons I thought it time to interfere. "Paddy!" I

cried. He gave a glance at my door, recognized my face, and, turning

quickly, ran through into my chamber. I barred the door even as

Hoity-Toity's fist thundered on the oak.

"It's a she-wolf," gasped Paddy, his chest pressing in and out.

"And what did you do to her?" I demanded.

"Nothing but try to run away, sure," said Paddy.

"And why would she be scratching you?"

"She saw me for one of the highwaymen robbing the coach, and there was

I, devil knowing what to do, and all the people of the inn trying to

put peace upon her, and me dodging, and then--"

"Man," said I, grabbing his arm, "'tis a game that ends on the--"

"Never a bit," he interrupted composedly. "Wasn't the old witch drunk,

claws and all, and didn't even the great English lord, or whatever,

send his servant to bring her in, and didn't he, the big man, stand in

the door and spit on the floor and go in when he saw she was for

battering all the servants and using worse talk than the sailors I

heard in Bristol? It would not be me they were after, those men

running. It would be her. And small power to them, but they were no

good at it. I am for taking a stool in my hand--"

"Whist!" said I. "In England they would not be hitting great ladies

with stools. Let us hearken to the brawl. She is fighting them

finely."

For I had seen that Paddy spoke truth. The noble lady was engaged in

battling with servants who had been in pursuit of her when she was in

pursuit of Paddy. Never had I seen even my own father so drunk as she

was then. But the heart-rending thing was the humble protests of the

servants. "Your ladyship! Oh, your ladyship!"--as they came up one by

one, or two by two, obeying orders of the Earl, to be incontinently

boxed on the ears by a member of a profligate aristocracy. Probably

any one of them was strong enough to throw the beldame out at a

window. But such was not the manner of the time. One would think they

would retreat upon the Earl and ask to be dismissed from his service.

But this also was not the manner of the time. No; they marched up

heroically and took their cuffs on the head and cried: "Oh, your

ladyship! Please, your ladyship!" They were only pretenders in their

attacks; all they could do was to wait until she was tired, and then

humbly escort her to where she belonged, meanwhile pulling gently at

her arms.

"She was after recognizing you then?" said I to Paddy.

"Indeed and she was," said he. He had dropped into a chair and was

looking as if he needed a doctor to cure him of exhaustion. "She would

be after having eyes like a sea-gull. And Jem Bottles was all for

declaring that my disguise was complete, bad luck to the little man."

"Your disguise complete?" said I. "You couldn't disguise yourself

unless you stood your head in a barrel. What talk is this?"

"Sure an' I looked no more like myself than I looked like a wild man

with eight rows of teeth in his head," said Paddy mournfully. "My own

mother would have been after taking me for a horse. 'Tis that old

creature with her evil eye who would be seeing me when all the others

were blind as bats. I could have walked down the big street in Cork

without a man knowing me."

"That you could at any time," said I. The Countess had for some

moments ceased to hammer on my door. "Hearken! I think they are

managing her."

Either Hoity-Toity had lost heart, or the servants had gained some

courage, for we heard them dragging her delicately down the staircase.

Presently there was a silence.

After I had waited until this silence grew into the higher silence

which seems like perfect safety, I rang the bell and ordered food and

drink. Paddy had a royal meal, sitting on the floor by the fireplace

and holding a platter on his knee. From time to time I tossed him

something for which I did not care. He was very grateful for my

generosity. He ate in a barbaric fashion, crunching bones of fowls

between his great white teeth and swallowing everything.

I had a mind to discourse upon manners in order that Paddy might not

shame me when we came to London; for a gentleman is known by the ways

of his servants. If people of quality should see me attended by such

a savage they would put me down small. "Paddy," said I, "mend your

ways of eating."

"'My ways of eating,' your honour?" said he. "And am I not eating all

that I can hold? I was known to be a good man at platter always. Sure

I've seen no man in England eat more than me. But thank you kindly,

sir."

"You misunderstand me," said I. "I wish to improve your manner of

eating. It would not be fine enough for the sight of great people. You

eat, without taking breath, pieces as big as a block of turf."

"'Tis the custom in my part of Ireland," answered Paddy.

"I understand," said I. "But over here 'tis only very low people who

fall upon their meat from a window above."

"I am not in the way of understanding your honour," said he. "But any

how a man may be respectable and yet have a good hunger on him."

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