Part 6 (1/2)

she shouted. ”I saw you starting. I followed, I ran, I tore along.

I feared I never should catch you. And to lose such a morning of English scenery!

”Is it not heavenly?”

”One can't say more,” Fellingham observed, bowing.

”I am sure I am very glad to see you again, sir. You enjoy Crikswich?”

”Once visited, always desired, like Venice, ma'am. May I venture to inquire whether Mr. Tinman has presented his Address?”

”The day after to-morrow. The appointment is made with him,” said Mrs.

Cavely, more officially in manner, ”for the day after to-morrow. He is excited, as you may well believe. But Mr. Smith is an immense relief to him--the very distraction he wanted. We have become one family, you know.”

”Indeed, ma'am, I did not know it,” said Fellingham.

The communication imparted such satiric venom to his further remarks, that Annette resolved to break her walk and dismiss him for the day.

He called at the house on the beach after the dinner-hour, to see Mr. Van Diemen Smith, when there was literally a duel between him and Tinman; for Van Diemen's contribution to the table was champagne, and that had been drunk, but Tinman's sherry remained. Tinman would insist on Fellingham's taking a gla.s.s. Fellingham parried him with a sedate gravity of irony that was painfully perceptible to Anisette. Van Diemen at last backed Tinman's hospitable intent, and, to Fellingham's astonishment, he found that he had been supposed by these two men to be bashfully retreating from a seductive offer all the time that his tricks of fence and transpiercings of one of them had been marvels of skill.

Tinman pushed the gla.s.s into his hand.

”You have spilt some,” said Fellingham.

”It won't hurt the carpet,” said Tinman.

”Won't it?” Fellingham gazed at the carpet, as if expecting a flame to arise.

He then related the tale of the magnanimous Alexander drinking off the potion, in scorn of the slanderer, to show faith in his friend.

”Alexander--Who was that?” said Tinman, foiled in his historical recollections by the absence of the surname.

”General Alexander,” said Fellingham. ”Alexander Philipson, or he declared it was Joveson; and very fond of wine. But his sherry did for him at last.”

”Ah! he drank too much, then,” said Tinman.

”Of his own!”

Anisette admonished the vindictive young gentleman by saying, ”How long do you stay in Crikswich, Mr. Fellingham?”

He had grossly misconducted himself. But an adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality. Anisette prudently avoided letting her father understand that satire was in the air; and neither he nor Tinman was conscious of it exactly: yet both shrank within themselves under the sensation of a devilish blast blowing. Fellingham accompanied them and certain jurats to London next day.

Yes, if you like: when a mayor visits Majesty, it is an important circ.u.mstance, and you are at liberty to argue at length that it means more than a desire on his part to show his writing power and his reading power: it is full of comfort the people, as an exhibition of their majesty likewise; and it is an encouragement to men to strive to become mayors, bailiffs, or prime men of any sort; but a stress in the reporting of it--the making it appear too important a circ.u.mstance--will surely breathe the intimation to a politically-minded people that satire is in the air, and however dearly they cherish the privilege of knocking at the first door of the kingdom, and walking ceremoniously in to read their writings, they will, if they are not in one of their moods for prostration, laugh. They will laugh at the report.

All the greater reason is it that we should not indulge them at such periods; and I say woe's me for any brother of the pen, and one in some esteem, who dressed the report of that presentation of the Address of congratulation by Mr. Bailiff Tinman, of Crikswich! Herbert Fellingham wreaked his personal spite on Tinman. He should have bethought him that it involved another than Tinman that is to say, an office--which the fitful beast rejoices to paw and play with contemptuously now and then, one may think, as a solace to his pride, and an indemnification for those caprices of abject wors.h.i.+p so strongly recalling the days we see through Mr. Darwin's gla.s.ses.

He should not have written the report. It sent a t.i.tter over England.

He was so unwise as to despatch a copy of the newspaper containing it to Van Diemen Smith. Van Diemen perused it with satisfaction. So did Tinman. Both of these praised the able young writer. But they handed the paper to the Coastguard Lieutenant, who asked Tinman how he liked it; and visitors were beginning to drop in to Crikswich, who made a point of asking for a sight of the chief man; and then came a comic publication, all in the Republican tone of the time, with Man's Dignity for the standpoint, and the wheezy laughter residing in old puns to back it, in eulogy of the satiric report of the famous Address of congratulation of the Bailiff of Crikswich.

”Annette,” Van Diemen said to his daughter, ”you'll not encourage that newspaper fellow to come down here any more. He had his warning.”