Part 61 (1/2)

(”Had him again--a leveller that time, egad!”)

naturally turn for help, but, when the son is constantly turning, then, surely, the father may occasionally turn too, like the worm.

The simile, though unpleasant, is yet strikingly apt.

(”Hum! there he counters me and gets one back, I suppose, Bev? Oh, I'll admit the old boy is as neat and quick with his pen as he used to be with his hands. He ends like this:”)

I rejoice to hear that you are well in health, and pray that, despite the forthcoming steeplechase, dangerous as I hear it is, you may so continue. Upon this head I am naturally somewhat anxious, since I possess only one son. And I further pray that, wilfully reckless though he is, he may yet be spared to be worthy of the name that will be his when I shall have risen beyond it.

BAMBOROUGH AND REVELSDEN.

The Viscount sighed, and folded up his father's letter rather carefully.

”He's a deuced old Roman, of course,” said he, ”and yet--!” Here the Viscount turned, and slipped the letter back under his pillow with a hand grown suddenly gentle. ”But there you are, Bev! Not a word about money,--so downstairs Bristles must continue to sit until--”

”If,” said Barnabas diffidently, ”if you would allow me to lend--”

”No, no, Bev--though I swear it's uncommon good of you. But really I couldn't allow it. Besides, Jerningham owes me something, I believe, at least, if he doesn't he did, and it's all one anyway. I sent the Imp over to him an hour ago; he'll let me have it, I know. Though I thank you none the less, my dear fellow, on my soul I do! But--oh deuce take me--you've nothing to drink! what will you take--?”

”Nothing, thanks, d.i.c.k. As a matter of fact, I came to ask you a favor--”

”Granted, my dear fellow!”

”I want you to ask Captain Slingsby to introduce me to Jasper Gaunt.”

”Ah?” said the Viscount, coming to his elbow, ”you mean on behalf of that--”

”Of Barrymaine, yes.”

”It's--it's utterly preposterous!” fumed the Viscount.

”So you said before, d.i.c.k.”

”You mean to--go on with it?”

”Of course!”

”You are still determined to befriend a--”

”More than ever, d.i.c.k.”

”For--Her sake?”

”For Her sake. Yes, d.i.c.k,” said Barnabas, beginning to frown a little.

”I mean to free him from Gaunt, and rescue him from Chichester--if I can.”

”But Chichester is about the only friend he has left, Bev.”

”On the contrary, I think Chichester is his worst enemy.”