Part 40 (1/2)

”For anything that will serve to lift you out of the ruck--to set you above the throng,--you must be one apart--an original.”

”Originality is divine!” said Barnabas.

”More or less, sir,” added Peterby, ”for it is very easily achieved.

Lord Alvanly managed it with apricot tarts; Lord Petersham with snuff-boxes; Mr. Mackinnon by his agility in climbing round drawing-rooms on the furniture; Jockey of Norfolk by consuming a vast number of beef-steaks, one after the other; Sir George Ca.s.silis, who was neither rich nor handsome nor witty, by being insolent; Sir John Lade by dressing like a stagecoach-man, and driving like the devil; Sir George Skeffington by inventing a new color and writing bad plays; and I could name you many others beside--”

”Why then, Peterby--what of Sir Mortimer Carnaby?”

”He managed it by going into the ring with Jack Fearby, the 'Young Ruffian,' and beating him in twenty-odd rounds for one thing, and winning a cross-country race--”

”Ha!” exclaimed Barnabas, ”a race!” and so he fell to staring up at the ceiling again.

”But I fear, sir,” continued Peterby, ”that in making him your enemy, you have d.a.m.ned your chances at the very outset, as I told you.”

”A race!” said Barnabas again, vastly thoughtful.

”And therefore,” added Peterby, leaning nearer in his earnestness, ”since you honor me by asking my advice, I would strive with all my power to dissuade you.”

”John Peterby--why?”

”Because, in the first place, I know it to be impossible.”

”I begin to think not, John.”

”Why, then, because--it's dangerous!”

”Danger is everywhere, more or less, John.”

”And because, sir, because you--you--” Peterby rose, and stood with bent head and hands outstretched, ”because you gave a miserable wretch another chance to live; and therefore I--I would not see you crushed and humiliated. Ah, sir! I know this London, I know those who make up the fas.h.i.+onable world. Sir, it is a heartless world, cruel and shallow, where inexperience is made a mock of--generosity laughed to scorn; where he is most respected who can shoot the straightest; where men seldom stoop to quarrel, but where death is frequent, none the less--and, sir, I could not bear--I--I wouldn't have you cut off thus--!”

Peterby stopped suddenly, and his head sank lower; but as he stood Barnabas rose, and coming to him, took his hand into his own firm clasp.

”Thank you, John Peterby,” said he. ”You may be the best valet in the world--I hope you are--but I know that you are a man, and, as a man, I tell you that I have decided upon going on with the adventure.”

”Then I cannot hope to dissuade you, sir?”

”No, John!”

”Indeed, I feared not.”

”It was for this I came to London, and I begin--at once.”

”Very good, sir.”

”Consequently, you have a busy day before you; you see I shall require, first of all, clothes, John; then--well, I suppose a house to live in--”

”A--house, sir?”

”In a fas.h.i.+onable quarter, and furnished, if possible.”