Volume Ii Part 62 (1/2)

”What do you mean?”

”I mean that there is a Supreme Disposer of all things, who, among the rest, has our lives in his hand. And now, Sir, I will give you that chance at my life for which you have been so eagerly wis.h.i.+ng.”

”Well, take your place,” said Thorn, seizing his pistol, ”and take your arms, put yourself at the end of the table, never mind the noise!”

”I shall stand here,” said Mr. Carleton, quietly folding his arms; ”you may take your place where you please.”

”But you are not armed,” said Thorn, impatiently: ”why don't you get ready? what are you waiting for?”

”I have nothing to do with arms,” said Mr. Carleton, smiling; ”I have no wish to hurt you, Mr. Thorn; I bear you no ill- will. But you may do what you please with me.”

”But you promised!” said Thorn, in desperation.

”I abide by my promise, Sir.”

Thorn's pistol hand fell ? he looked _dreadfully_. There was a silence of several minutes.

”Well?” said Mr. Carleton, looking up and smiling.

”I can do nothing, unless you will,” said Thorn, hoa.r.s.ely, and looking hurriedly away.

”I am at your pleasure, Sir! But, on my own part, I have none to gratify.”

There was silence again, during which Thorn's face was pitiable in its darkness. He did not stir.

”I did not come here in enmity, Mr. Thorn,” said Guy, after a little, approaching him ? ”I have none now. If you believe me, you will throw away the remains of yours, and take my hand in pledge of it.”

Thorn was ashamed and confounded, in the midst of pa.s.sions that made him at the moment a mere wreck of himself. He inwardly drew back exceedingly from the proposal. But the grace with which the words were said wrought upon all the gentlemanly character that belonged to him, and made it impossible not to comply. The pistol was exchanged for Mr.

Carleton's hand.

”I need not a.s.sure you,” said the latter, ”that nothing of what we have talked of to-night shall ever be known or suspected, in any quarter, unless by your means.”

Thorn's answer was merely a bow, and Mr. Carleton withdrew, his quondam antagonist lighting him ceremoniously to the door.

It was easy for Mr. Carleton the next morning to deal with his guest at the breakfast-table.

The appointments of the service were such as of themselves to put Charlton in a good humour, if he had not come already provided with that happy qualification; and the powers of manner and conversation which his entertainer brought into play, not only put them into the back-ground of Captain Rossitur's perceptions, but even made him merge certain other things in fascination, and lose all thought of what probably had called him there. Once before, he had known Mr. Carleton come out in a like manner, but this time he forgot to be surprised.

The meal was two-thirds over before the business that had drawn them together was alluded to.

”I made an odd request of you last night, Captain Rossitur,”

said his host; ”you haven't asked for an explanation.”

”I had forgotten all about it,” said Rossitur, candidly. ”I am inconsequent enough myself not to think everything odd that requires an explanation.”

”Then I hope you will pardon me if mine seem to touch upon what is not my concern. You had some cause to be displeased with Mr. Thorn's behaviour last night?”

Who told you as much? ? was in Rossitur's open eyes, and upon his tongue; but few ever asked naughty questions of Mr.

Carleton. Charlton's eyes came back, not indeed to their former dimensions, but to his plate, in silence.