Part 4 (2/2)
”Oh--had not thought so!” he mimicked, mincing over to the dressing-table and surveying the array of perfumes and pomades and curling irons. ”Carus, you shameless rake, you've robbed all Queen Street! Essence, pomade-de-gra.s.se, almond paste, bergamot, orange, French powder! By Heaven, man, do you mean to take the lady by storm or set up a rival shop to Smith's 'Sign of the Rose'? Here, have your man leave those two puffs above the ears; curl them loosely--that's it! Now tie that queue-ribbon soberly; leave the flamboyant papillon style to those d.a.m.ned Lafayettes and Rochambeaux! Now dust your master, Dennis, and fetch a muslinet waistcoat--the silver tambour one. Gad, Carus, I'd make a monstrous fine success at decorating fops for a guinea a head--eh?”
He inspected me through his quizzing gla.s.s, nodded, backed away in feigned rapture, and presently sat down by the window, stretching his well-shaped legs.
”Damme,” he said, ”I meant to ask what's new, but you chatter on so that I have no chance for a word edgeways. Now, what the devil is new with you?”
”Nothing remarkable,” I said, laughing. ”Did you come to terms with Mr.
Rutgers for his meadows?”
”No,” he replied irritably, ”and I care nothing for his d.a.m.ned swamps full of briers and mud and woodc.o.c.k.”
”It is just as well,” I said. ”You can not afford more land at present.”
”That's true,” he admitted cheerfully; ”I'm spending too much. Gad, Carus, the Fifty-fourth took it out of us at that thousand-guinea main!
Which reminds me to say that our birds at Flatbush are in prime condition and I've matched them.”
I looked up at him doubtfully. Our birds had brought him nothing but trouble so far.
”Let it pa.s.s,” he said, noticing my silent disapproval; ”we'll talk to Horrock in the morning. Which reminds me that I have no money.” He laughed, drew a paper from his coat, and unfolding it, read aloud:
”1 pipe Madeira @ 90 per pipe--90 1 pipe Port @ 46 per pipe--46 20 gallons Fayal @ 5s. per gal.-- 20 gallons Lisbon @ 5s. per gal.-- 10 gallons Windward I. rum @ 4s. per gal.”
He yawned and tossed the paper on my dresser, saying, ”Pay it, Carus.
If our birds win the main we'll put the Forty-fifth under the table, and I'll pay a few debts.”
Standing there he stretched to his full graceful height, yawning once or twice. ”I'll go bathe, and dress for supper,” he said; ”that should freshen me. Shall we rake it to-night?”
”I'm for cards,” I said carelessly.
”_With_ Elsin Grey or _without_ Elsin Grey?” he inquired in affected earnestness.
”If you had witnessed her treatment of me,” I retorted, ”you'd never mistake it for friendly interest. We'll rake it, if you like. There's another frolic at the John Street Theater. The Engineers play 'The Conscious Lovers,' and Rosamund Barry sings 'Vain is Beauty's Gaudy Flower.'”
But he said he had no mind for the Theater Royal that night, and presently left me to Dennis and the mirror.
In the mirror I saw a boyish youth of twenty-three, dark-eyed, somewhat lean of feature, and tinted with that olive smoothness of skin inherited from the Renaults through my great-grandfather--a face which in repose was a trifle worn, not handsome, but clearly cut, though not otherwise remarkable. It was, I believed, neither an evil nor a sullen brooding face, nor yet a face in which virtue molds each pleasing feature so that its goodness is patent to the world.
Dennis having ended his ministrations, I pinned a brilliant at my throat--a gift from Lady Coleville--and shook over it the cobweb lace so it should sparkle like a star through a thin cloud. Then pa.s.sing my small sword through the embroidered slas.h.i.+ng of my coat, and choosing a handkerchief discreetly perfumed, I regarded myself at ease, thinking of Elsin Grey.
In the light of later customs and fas.h.i.+ons I fear that I was something of a fop, though I carried neither spy-gla.s.s nor the two watches sacred to all fops. But if I loved dress, so did his Excellency, and John Hanc.o.c.k, not to name a thousand better men than I; and while I confess that I did and do dearly love to cut a respectable figure, frippery for its own sake was not among my vices; but I hold him a hind who, if he can afford it, dresses not to please others and do justice to the figure that a generous Creator has so patiently fas.h.i.+oned. ”To please others!” sang my French blood within me; ”to please myself!” echoed my English blood--and so, betwixt the sanguine tides, I was minded to please in one way or another, nor thought it a desire unworthy. One thing did distress me: what with sending all my salary to the prisons, I had no money left to bet as gentlemen bet, nor to back a well-heeled bird, nor to color my fancy for a horse. As for a mistress, or for those fugitive affairs of the heart which English fas.h.i.+on countenanced--nay, on which fas.h.i.+on insisted--I had no part in them, and brooked much banter from the gay world in consequence. It was not merely lack of money, nor yet a certain fastidiousness implanted, nor yet the inherent shrinking of my English blood from pleasure forbidden, for my Renault blood was hot enough, G.o.d wot! It was, I think, all of these reasons that kept me untainted, and another, the vague idea of a woman, somewhere in the world, who should be worth an unsullied love--worth far more than the best I might bring to her one day. And so my pride refused to place me in debt to a woman whom I had never known.
As for money, I had my salary when it was convenient for Sir Peter; I had a small income of my own, long pledged to Colonel Willett's secret uses. It was understood that Sir Peter should find me in apparel; I had credit at Sir Peter's tailor, and at his hatter's and bootmaker's, too.
Twice a year my father sent me from Paris a sum which was engaged to maintain a bed or two in the Albany hospital for our soldiers. I make no merit of it, for others gave more. So, it is plain to see I had no money for those fas.h.i.+onable vices in the midst of which I lived, and if I lost five s.h.i.+llings at whist I felt that I had robbed some wretched creature on the _Jersey_, or dashed the cup from some poor devil's lips who lay a-gasping in the city prison.
My finery, then, was part and parcel of my salary--my salary in guineas already allotted; so it came about that I moved in a loose and cynical society, untainted only through force of circ.u.mstance and a pride that accepts nothing which it may not return at interest.
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