Part 12 (2/2)

”There was not much more. He tried to persuade me to go again to-day, and play another match. I told him I was engaged to ride with you.

Then he looked as if he was going to be angry. I waited to see, and he wasn't, and so we parted.”

-75--”And what think you of c.u.mberland now?” inquired I. ”I can't say I altogether like the way in which he has behaved about this,” replied Oaklands; ”it certainly looks as if he would have had no objection to win as much as he could from me, for he must have known all along that he was the best player. It strikes me that I am well out of the mess, and I have to thank you for being so too, old fellow.”

”Nay, you have to thank your own energy and decision; I did nothing towards helping you out of your difficulties.” ”Indeed! if a man is walking over a precipice with his eyes shut, is it nothing to cause him to open them, in order that he may see the dangers into which the path he is following will lead him?”

”Ah! Harry, if you would but exert yourself, so as to keep your own eyes open----”

”What a wide-awake fellow you would be!” interposed Coleman, who, after having tapped twice, without succeeding in making himself heard (so engrossed were we by the conversation in which we were engaged), had in despair opened the door in time to overhear my last remark. ”I say, gents, as Thomas calls us,” continued he, ”what have you been doing to c.u.mberland to put him into such a charming temper?”

”Is he out of humour then?” inquired Oaklands. ”I should say, _rather_,”

replied Coleman, winking ironically; ”he came into our room just now, looking as black as thunder, and, as I know he hates to be spoken to when he is in the sulks, I asked him if you were going to play billiards with him to-day.”

Harry and I exchanged glances, and Coleman continued:--

”He fixed his eyes upon me, and stared as if he would have felt greatly relieved by cutting my throat, and at last growled out, 'No; that you were going to ride with Fairlegh'; to which I replied, 'that it was quite delightful to see what great friends you had become'; whereupon he ground his teeth with rage, and told me 'to go to the devil for a prating fool'; so I answered, that I was not in want of such an article just at present, and had not time to go so far to-day, and then I came here instead. Oh, he's in no end of a rage, I know.”

”And your remarks would not tend to soothe him much either,” said I.

”Oaklands has just been telling him he does not mean to play billiards again.”

”Phew!” whistled Coleman, ”that was a lucky shot of mine; I fancied it must have been something about -76--Oaklands and billiards that had gone wrong, when I saw how savage it made him. I like to _rile_ c.u.mberland sometimes, because he's always so soft and silky; he seems afraid of getting into a good honest rage, lest he should let out something he does not want one to know. I hate such extreme caution; it always makes me think there must be something very wrong to be concealed, when people are so mighty particular.”

”You are not quite a fool after all, Freddy,” said Oaklands, encouragingly.

”Thank ye for nothing, Harry Longlegs,” replied Coleman,--skipping beyond the reach of Oaklands' arm. A few mornings after this conversation took place Oaklands, who was sitting in the recess of the window (from which he had ejected Lawless on the memorable evening of his arrival), called me to him, and asked in a low tone of voice whether I should mind calling at the billiard-rooms when I went out, and paying a month's subscription which he owed there. He added that he did not like going himself, for fear of meeting c.u.mberland or the Captain, as if they pressed him to play, and he refused (which he certainly should do), something disagreeable might occur, which it was quite as well to avoid.

In this I quite agreed, and willingly undertook the commission. While we were talking Thomas came into the room with a couple of letters, one of which he gave to Oaklands, saying, it had just come by the post, while he handed the other to c.u.mberland, informing him that the gentleman who brought it was waiting for an answer. I fancied that c.u.mberland changed colour slightly when his eye fell upon the writing. After rapidly perusing the note, he crushed it in his hand, and flung it into the fire, saying:--

”My compliments to the gentleman, and I'll be with him at the time he mentions”.

”Well, this _is_ kind of my father,” exclaimed Oaklands, looking up with a face beaming with pleasure; ”after writing me the warmest and most affectionate letter possible, he sends me an order for three hundred pounds upon his banker, telling me always to apply to him when I want money, or get into difficulties of any kind; and that if I will promise him that this shall be the case, I need never be afraid of asking for too much, as he should be really annoyed were I to stint myself.”

”What a pattern for fathers!” exclaimed Coleman, rubbing his hands. ”I only wish my old dad would test my obedience in that sort of way;--I'd take care I would -77--not annoy him by asking for too little; he need not fret himself on that account. Ugh!” continued he, with a look of intense disgust, ”it's quite dreadful to think what perverted ideas he has on the subject; he actually fancies it his business to _spend_ his money as well as to make it; and as for sons, the less they have the better, lest they should get into extravagant habits, forsooth! I declare it's quite aggravating to think of the difference between people: a cheque for three hundred pounds from a father, who'll be annoyed if one does not always apply to him for money enough! Open the window there! I am getting faint!”

”Don't you think there's a little difference between sons as well as fathers, Master Fred, eh?” inquired Lawless. ”I should say some sons might be safely trusted with three-hundred-pound cheques; while others are certain to waste two s.h.i.+llings, and misapply sixpence, out of every half-crown they may get hold of.”

”Sir, I scorn your insinuations; sir, you're no gentleman,” was the reply, producing (as was probably intended) an attack from Lawless, which Coleman avoided for some time by dodging round chairs and under tables. After the chase had lasted for several minutes Coleman, when on the point of being captured, contrived, by a master-stroke of policy, to subst.i.tute Mullins in his place, and the affair ended by that worthy being knocked down by Lawless, ”for always choosing to interfere with everything,” and being kicked up again by Coleman, ”for having prevented him from properly vindicating his wounded honour”.

”Who's going near the Post-office, and will put a letter in for me?”

asked Oaklands.

”I am,” replied c.u.mberland; ”I've got one of my own to put in also.”

”Don't forget it or lose it, for it's rather important,” added Oaklands; ”but I need not caution you, you are not one of the harebrained sort; if it had been my friend Freddy, now----”

”I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Oaklands,” said Coleman, putting on an air of offended dignity, in which, though very much exaggerated, there was at the bottom the smallest possible spice of reality--a thing, by the way, one may often observe in people who have a very strong appreciation of the ridiculous, and who, however fond they may be of doing absurd things for the sake of being laughed at, do not approve of their buffooneries being taken for granted--”I'll tell you what it is, sir--you have -78--formed a most mistaken estimate of my character; I beg to say that any affair I undertake is certain to be conducted in a very sedate and business-like manner. My prudence I consider unimpeachable; and as to steadiness, I flatter myself I go considerably ahead of the Archbishop of Canterbury in that article. If I hear you repeat such offensive remarks, I shall be under the painful necessity of elongating your already sufficiently prolonged proboscis.”

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