THE SEARCH.
With a confused sensation of annoyance and ill temper, I opened my eyes
at the _reveillé_ next morning, and for some moments experienced that
most painful puzzle of which few in this troublesome world of ours
are quite ignorant, and which is one of the accompaniments of a great
grief, videlicet, a perfect certainty that you are in the middle of
something disagreeable, but what you are not sufficiently wide awake to
discover. The process of shaving, at all times a reflective one, soon
cleared up to me the mystery, and placed in full array the pros. and
cons. of my chance of ever meeting my beautiful "incognita" again. Even
my decidedly sanguine disposition was compelled to acknowledge that the
"pros." were few indeed. Still, as I am not without a certain degree
of resolution, especially when the matter to be decided on touches my
fancy or my affections, I determined pretty firmly not to relinquish
the effort to discover and renew my acquaintance with the belle of last
night.
I had hardly commenced an attack upon my eggs and broiled ham, when
Burton walked in, brimful of curiosity, as I had anticipated, and to
avoid the bore of being questioned, I at once opened my budget, and
told him the whole history down to my present resolution; the more
readily as he was a sufficiently high-minded gentleman-like fellow to
talk to about a woman you respected; no blab, and a great chum of mine
into the bargain.
I regret to say he laughed most unsympathisingly at my dilemma, and
acknowledged that he had spent the greater part of the evening watching
my proceedings, and speculating as to alternate expressions of triumph
and defeat which swept across my countenance.
"I never heard of a more curious _rencontre_, the fair unknown must
have had a very slight acquaintance with your prototype; and then your
unequalled luck sending you to the right quarter for discovering the
scene of the original acquaintance, and being sufficiently _au fait_
at its habits and inhabitants, she could never have dreamt of having
mistaken you. But how do you think of setting about her recovery?"
"Ah! there's the rub. An advertisement in the _Carrington
Chronicle_--'If the young lady with the antique fan, &c., who danced
the Elfin Waltz with an officer of H.M.'s -- Light Dragoons, at the ball
last night, will send her address to the Cavalry Barracks, she will
hear of something to her advantage,' would hardly do, eh? Besides, the
admiration, however respectful, of a younger son, a landless Captain
would not, I fear, come under the denomination of an advantage."
"And suppose you discover her, perhaps enshrined in some lordly old
manor house, surrounded with all the prestige of position, what will
you say for yourself as an excuse, for your bold attempt to see her
again?"
"If I met her in one of her native mud cabins the difficulty, if it
existed at all, would exist all the same for me; I feel that she is in
herself equal to a ring fence of nobility. But," I continued, walking
up and down the room with folded arms, the approved method of showing
that stern determination, "_that_ I can easily manage; I suffered too
much, and felt my natural powers whatever they are, under too great a
cloud from my false position last night, ever to submit myself to the
same again. No, I shall boldly say that I had called to relieve my
conscience by apologising for the audacity with which I had encouraged
her mistake last night, but that I really had not sufficient strength
of mind to deny myself the pleasure of dancing and conversing with
her, and that in reward of my present endeavour to do right, I hoped
she would not deny me the honour of her acquaintance; surely, the very
effort to see her will be in my favour."
"Granted; _et puis_," said Burton coolly.
"For God's sake, my dear fellow, don't ask me to begin thinking of
consequences _now_, for the first time in my life!"
"It strikes me, Egerton, that you are decidedly done for!"
"Not exactly. Yet I confess I would attempt and brave a good deal to
hear the low tones of my nameless belle's rather remarkable voice once
more. There was so much feeling in them. I am sure she sings. I fear
the wish to see her is scarcely reciprocated, for I had at times a
dread sensation from the bright laugh in her eye that somehow or other
she was selling me. Probably she confounded me with some fool she had
known formerly; flattering association! Yet, I am not without what are
generally considered elements of success in the eyes of the fair sex!
_Imprimis_, one dark brown curly _pow_, as our friends in the north
say, two eyes ditto in tint, six feet high, and an air _distingué_. Eh!
Burton, what do you say?"
"That you're an insufferable coxcomb, but the inventory is tolerably
correct."
"Don't imagine that I consider the items of much value. None but
inexperienced boys think that mere good looks are a passport to the
heart of any woman that's worth having. We love beauty exclusively; but
there is not a woman with an ounce of truth in herself that will not be
instinctively attracted to a manly straightforward fellow, be he ever
so plain; and, if he show her devotion, give him her whole heart as
readily as if he was Apollo and Adonis all in one!"
"Hum," said Burton, "perhaps so; but to business. How do you intend to
proceed?"
"First, to discover cab 756, and, from its interesting charioteer,
learn at what hotel the objects of my search put up; there they will
know their names."
"Suppose they were at a private house with friends."
"Pshaw! Suppose they had lodgings in the moon! Did I not tell you the
young lady expressly said they were perfect strangers?"
"That might be _façon_."
"Burton! Another objection and you may look out for squalls! It is my
only plan, so be silent."
"When do you set out upon the search?"
"This morning, while the memory of Jehu may be fresh; the moment parade
is over."
"Shall we hunt in couples?"
"No, my dear fellow; in such a pursuit you would founder at the first
fence."
"I confess my heart and soul are not in the business, so I might be an
obstacle; besides--but there's the trumpet; adieu! May success attend
you, and the spirit of a thousand detectives inspire you."
Parade over, I hastened to doff my uniform, and with a delightful
sensation of excitement, which I never imagined I could experience in
the depressed atmosphere of Carrington, I sallied forth on my quest,
with a spirit of perseverance, which, if there be any truth in ancient
proverbs, augured well for the accomplishment of my object. As usual in
that horrid locality, the weather was "dimmed dimp and disagreeable,"
as Mantilini says, and not more than three or four cabs on the first
stands I passed; none of these sported the magic figures; while the
innumerable ones which were in motion, seemed by some perverse and
unaccustomed freak to drive with such unprecedented rapidity, that
though keen of sight, I could not distinguish their numbers. After
perambulating the town in all its intricacies, visiting every cab stand
extant, within its compass, standing numerous charges from the vehicles
themselves, and a terrific amount of slang, with the steadiness of the
42nd at Waterloo, I found myself towards five o'clock much in the same
position as at starting. What! if my beautiful unknown should really
have vanished from my sight for ever; and No. 756, a modernised edition
of Cinderella's magic coach, be disenchanted into its original form
of a vegetable marrow, the nearest approach, I believe, we have to a
pumpkin! And Burton too!--he must be put down! Here a very dissipated
looking cab crawled slowly by, drawn by a groggy horse, his bones
showing in sharp angles through the oil cloth thrown over his back
with a mockery of care, and driven by a small man with a face like a
crumpled crab apple, and a hat in a galloping consumption. 755, "Come,"
I thought, "that's within one of my number; 755 ought to know something
about 756." I elevated my cane. "Here you are, sir," the door was
opened. "Stop," said I, "you look intelligent," for an immense amount
of knowingness twinkled or rather floated in his watery red eyes, "and
will perhaps assist me in a search I am making. Can you tell me where
I shall find cab number 756? I have been looking on the cab stands all
day, and about the streets and cannot see it any where; every other
number almost have I seen, but 756 is invisible."
"756," said Jehu reflectively, and gazing sharply at me, "knows no such
number, no such cab; cos why, sir, 756 was done for four months ago,
and has he was unfort'nate, no one liked to take the cab--so its hoff
the stans!"
Good Heavens! then was it a phantom conveyance? In deep disappointment
I stepped in, saying "to the cavalry barracks." Instead of clapping
the door with the usual jerk, the crumpled driver stood there, his
face going through a perfect series of expressive wrinklings; at last,
with an effort and a knock of his forefinger against the brim of his
decaying hat, "P'raps you're a hofficer, a sojer officer, sir?"
"Yes," said I, rather surprised, "my regiment is quartered here."
"Ho! very good, sir! I thought as you were a detective hofficer, sir;
no offence, sir?"
"Certainly not," said I, highly flattered at the mistake, "but why?"
"Cos, sir, you wanted so hard to get 756? I thinks he 'as summat
against him, only you asked questions too straight forrard like; I know
nothink about 756, we don't know much of each other, 'less we're on the
same stan'; only of course, if you was a detective, I wouldn't peach."
"I assure you," said I, "I only wanted some information from 756, for
which I would have rewarded him, and if you will help me--"
"I know, sir! Why you see if you've been a looking for him all day and
asked on all the stans--"
"I did," said I.
"And could hear nothink, he'll not be on the drive, a good many numbers
b'long to the 'otels, sir."
A glorious idea by Jove! of course they were at an Hotel! "You shall
drive me round to them all," said I, "till we find him."
"And if that won't do," said my inimitable mentor, "You can summons
him, the police will soon get him."
He slammed the door with a triumphant wink that beggars description,
and off we went at a wonderful pace.
Many were the hostelries we visited, but in vain, Red, Blue, and White
Lions, Hen and Chickens, Boars, Bears, Bulls, and even Nag's Heads; the
entire animal creation, ignored the existence of "756."
"Least ways, sir," said my invaluable assistant, between whom and
myself, a great degree of confidence had sprung up, as he prepared for
the fiftieth time to mount the box. "Least ways, sir, we've done our
best; you've been to all the 'otels as is good enough to keep cabs
'cept two, the 'Cat and Garters,' that's a poor 'un, and the 'Hangel'
that's nearly as good as the 'Adelphi.'"
"To the Angel first then."
Arrived there, I went into the bar, and in the politest manner, asked
its presiding goddess, if "756" was enrolled amongst the cabs of
the establishment. "Can't say, sir; here, 'Enry,"--the waiter came
forward--"756--sir! yes sir!" said the man unmovedly, little imagining
the delight with which I heard his reply. I looked at my watch, seven
o'clock, "let me have dinner in a private room," said I, and after
fully satisfying my most admirable Jehu, I returned to the charge
within.
"This way, sir," said the waiter, with a waive of the hand--I followed.
"Light a fire, it is very damp."
"Yes, sir."
In a few moments, a rosy cheeked chambermaid came in with a coal box
and et ceteras, for a fire. This was what I wanted,--I drew a chair
near, and after some observations on the weather, passed on to the
probable numbers putting up at the house for last night's ball. "Lots
of pretty girls from the country," I concluded.
"Yes, sir, we are still very full, though a good many left this
morning."
"Indeed! I danced with a young lady last night, who was staying here,
but I cannot remember her name, I want very much to find it out,--do
you think if I were to describe her to you, you could tell me?"
"P'raps I might, sir; though often we don't know the names of the
people who stop here occasionally."
"Well, this young lady was tall, and very fair, with brown hair, and a
very pleasant smile."
"I scarcely think I know any particular young lady like that, sir;
there's Miss Jones, and Miss Mary Peters, and Miss Majoribanks, Squire
Majoribanks' daughter, all just like that, sir."
Confound it, my description would have suited three-fifths of the young
ladies of great Britain.
"Yes, yes, but the lady I mean was with an old fattish man, black eyes,
and thick voice, and a little elderly woman, who--"
"Oh, I think I know, sir: she had a little brown mole on her cheek,
near the chin. A beautiful young lady!"
"Exactly," I exclaimed in delight.
"They were only here two nights, and I don't know the name at all; they
were quite strangers."
How intensely annoying! "But is there no one in the house has an idea?"
"Well, I can't say, sir; you see we have been so busy; if it is any one
it will be Bill, one of the cabmen, sir, he took them somewhere this
morning; and I think they come from A----, but I'm not sure."
Here she began to gather her sticks and coals, and the waiter entered
to lay the cloth.
"Is Bill in?" said I--"If so, send him up without fail immediately
after dinner." "He is out just now, sir." "Well, the moment he comes
in, whether I have finished dinner or not."
"Yes, sir," said both in chorus, and excited.
I had dined, and was languidly examining the interior of a tart, when
the waiter entered again, announcing that "Bill was there, if I wanted
him." "Show him in, by all means:" and Bill made his appearance, hat in
hand, and stroking down his hair.
"Oh, good evening: your name is Bill, I understand, and I fancy you
can tell me something I want to find out:--You drove a party from this
hotel somewhere this morning, and I want to know their names: there
was a little old lady, and a tall young one, with a short fat man,
twinkling black eyes, eh! do you remember them?"
"Yes, I think I does," said Bill, slowly, as if confused by my rapid
description, "fat short gen'lman, spoke thickish, I remember; called my
horse a rough sketch--not filled up."
"Precisely; that's him, I am sure: what was the name?"
"Can't say, sir; I tuck 'em to the railway station: they was a-goin' to
A----."
"How do you know?" "Why, as I was a-putting of the luggage into a truck
at the station, a porter turns one of 'em up, and says--this is for
A----, not Manchester: and puts it all into another truck; and then I
just see a name beginning with a W, and that was all, as I'd to come
back direct, for there's been a sight of work this week."
"Then none of you can tell me the name of that gentleman?"
"No, sir, they was quite strangers."
"Sorry to have troubled you; there--."
"No trouble sir, thank you sir."
Well, thought I, this is small success; still, it is better than
nothing, and is a beginning. I'll keep up my courage, and take an early
train to A---- to-morrow; I have often heard it is worth seeing, so
first for my bill, and then for Burton.
The first was soon settled, and a short drive placed me in the
barracks, where, not a little wearied with the day's tramp, I speedily
luxuriated in dressing-gown and slippers, and detailed to Burton the
wonderful perseverance and sagacity with which I had hunted up the
track. "At all events, old fellow, I've got the _locale_; the opening
is decidedly propitious, and to-morrow I start for A----; you shall
hear the result on my return; for, as I am on duty, I must, I suppose,
be back the same night. I can't ask you to take it again after to-day,
but Sedley, or some one will." "Well," said Burton, "you deserve
success, but what will you do when you get to A----? Go to every house
and describe your incognita?--or ask for a list of the inhabitants, and
hunt up every name that begins with W? Certainly the Commander-in-Chief
has a great deal to answer for in exposing H.M.'s officers to the
dangers of such a quarter, where the dearth of all natural occupations
and amusements drives them to Fouché-ism. I would offer to go with you,
but that I promised Sedley to go over to ----, just to have a look at
M's mare, for after all he has entered Diana for the Cup, and I rather
have a fancy to back her.
"Oh never mind! you know, old boy, in a hunt of this kind, I think
that safety or success does not consist in numbers; I'll take my
sketch book, though I've almost forgotten how to hold a pencil since
we came to this infer--, but I hear a row on the stairs; oblige me,
my dear Burton, by not mentioning my search nor its object to any of
our fellows, if you've not done so already; they are accustomed to my
occasional artistic fits, when I cut you all, and"--
"I'm dumb," said Burton, "only don't have one in reality, for you grow
too philosophic to be companionable."
As he spoke the door opened, and half a dozen noisy subs burst in to
carry us off to Sedley's room, where devilled kidneys and Roman punch
finished the evening.