Part 22 (1/2)
At that some of the guests looked startled and astounded, too much surprised to speak, but Mr. Embury, who was not ignorant of Cousin Ronald's talents, though a little startled at first, recovered his wits instantly, and replying, ”Certainly, certainly, Nero; that's only fair,”
handed the dog a generous bit of chicken, and bade him carry it to a distance and eat it. An order which was promptly obeyed.
”Ah ha, ah ha, um h'm! that's a bright and capable dog, Mr. Embury,”
remarked Cousin Ronald, elevating his eyebrows in mock surprise. ”What would you take for him, sir?”
”He is not for sale, Mr. Lilburn,” was Mr. Embury's grave rejoinder.
”You must surely see for yourself, sir, that he is no ordinary dog, but an uncommonly valuable animal. There are not many of his race who can speak so plainly.”
”Ah ha, ah ha, um h'm! that is very true, sir. I don't wonder you are not inclined to part with him, for it is no easy matter to find a dog that can speak such good English, nor for that matter any other language.”
”No, sir, they are scarce indeed,” said Mr. Embury, ”and I had no idea Nero was one of them until he spoke just now.”
”Ah, I'm afraid the power of speech will be lost by him as suddenly as it was found,” remarked Mrs. Embury with a low, gleeful laugh.
”There must certainly be a ventriloquist among us,” remarked the groom, with a searching look at Cousin Ronald.
”Ah, do you really think so, sir?” inquired Mr. Lilburn gravely, ”and would you do me the favor to point him out?”
”Well, sir, I cannot say that I am absolutely certain, but strongly incline to the opinion that he sits in the chair occupied by yourself.”
”Indeed, sir, I didna think I filled the place so ill that room could be found in it for another mon!” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, again raising his eyebrows like one astonished, then sending a downward glance over his own portly person, and a.s.suming so comical an expression of countenance that no one could see it without smiling or laughing outright.
So fully was he absorbing the attention of all that no one noticed the return of Nero until words were again heard apparently issuing from his lips.
”That was a nice morsel, master, but not enough to satisfy the appet.i.te of a dog of my size; so another bit, sir, if you please.”
”Yes, sir, you shall have it, since you ask so politely,” returned Mr.
Embury, handing him another and larger piece of the chicken, ”but carry it off where there will be no danger of contact with wedding finery.”
Nero obeyed, and as he trotted away, a voice that seemed to come from behind Mr. Embury, said whiningly:
”I'm hungry too, sir, and surely a human creature should be treated at least as well as a dog.”
At that Mr. Embury turned suddenly round as if to see the speaker, nearly everyone else doing likewise, but no beggar was in sight.
”Well, sir,” he said, ”I cannot give to an invisible suppliant; show yourself if you want anything.”
”Sir,” replied the voice, now seeming to come from a clump of bushes near at hand, ”I'm not used to begging, and don't want to be seen. Can you not send a servant here with a plateful of your most toothsome viands?”
”Quite a modest request, sir,” returned Mr. Embury, laughing. ”But I think you will have to wait till the servants have more leisure; at present they are all fully occupied in waiting upon my guests.”
”But then you'll let him have something to eat, won't you, papa?”
pleaded little Mary Embury. ”You never do turn anybody away hungry.”
”Certainly not, little daughter; if he could be found he should be fed.”
”But shan't I drive him out, sir?” queried a servant man; ”we doan' want no beggahs 'bout yar. Dey mout help deirselfs to some o' de silvah when n.o.body aint lookin'.”