Part 19 (1/2)
Her confidence was cool enough to suggest her uncle, after all; and thus I followed her without a murmur from the stable yard to the Pavilion's entry. But George Hanger was not at home; he had gone, so we were informed, to play hazard at Raggett's Club, and none could say when he was expected back again.23 It was impossible for any lady to penetrate the sacred fastness of Raggett's; we should have to wait for the Colonel to return the Countess of Swithin's call.
”It is a pity he prefers dice over cards,” Mona said thoughtfully as we achieved the Steyne, ”else we might have set Swithin upon him. I can do nothing about that however, until we meet at dinner-and I am able to tell him all. No doubt he will think of something; I believe Swithin managed fellows of Hanger's ilk with great success, when he was about the opium trade in China.”
”I am sure of it,” I said. ”But meanwhile, Lord Byron sits in Brighton Camp, under armed guard, for a murder he undoubtedly did not commit. We have no evidence to support our suspicions that Hanger drowned Catherine Twining and brought her corpse through the wine cellar's tunnel to the King's Arms-not a pair of trousers with the stains of salt water to their knees, nor a sc.r.a.p of thread in Hanger's pocket, that might be shown to match the hammock's. We have no motive beyond the fact that the man is an unconscionable roue. In sum, Mona-we have nothing that exonerates Lord Byron! Indeed, we have sunk him to his neck by forcing Caro Lamb to place him in the Pavilion itself, within moments of when Catherine Twining was last seen! I cannot think we have done your friend Lady Oxford any singular service.”
”But that was never your object, Jane. You are animated by a desire for truth; and that that we shall achieve-I feel certain.” we shall achieve-I feel certain.”
”Whether Truth is the same as Justice, remains in doubt.”
We proceeded towards the Castle, where I must part from her, but she stopped me at the entry.
”Jane, do you not think it remarkable that Byron failed to follow follow Miss Twining that night? I observed him, you know, throughout the evening-because of my particular concern for Lady Oxford's heart. Byron was single-minded in his efforts to speak to Miss Twining. She was forced to elude him by dancing without cease. Not even the presence of her father at the a.s.sembly could dissuade him. Captain Morley proved her protector for a time; and indeed, it was only after he exchanged words with his lords.h.i.+p that Byron desisted. And then, when Caro Lamb appeared, his lords.h.i.+p quitted the Rooms in high dudgeon-packed up his things at the Arms-and repaired to Caro's rooms. Miss Twining that night? I observed him, you know, throughout the evening-because of my particular concern for Lady Oxford's heart. Byron was single-minded in his efforts to speak to Miss Twining. She was forced to elude him by dancing without cease. Not even the presence of her father at the a.s.sembly could dissuade him. Captain Morley proved her protector for a time; and indeed, it was only after he exchanged words with his lords.h.i.+p that Byron desisted. And then, when Caro Lamb appeared, his lords.h.i.+p quitted the Rooms in high dudgeon-packed up his things at the Arms-and repaired to Caro's rooms. He went so far as to invade the Pavilion He went so far as to invade the Pavilion-he succeeded in achieving Miss Twining's presence-and yet, when she flew from him, he abruptly abandoned pursuit and proclaimed his verses to Caro Lamb instead! It is incomprehensible; in every respect, incomprehensible!”
”He is hardly the most consistent consistent of men-” I began. of men-” I began.
”But at present, he is very likely to be sober,” she said owlishly, ”and that is so out of the common way where Byron is concerned, we ought to take advantage of it. Do you not agree this is the perfect time to speak with him-while he languishes alone in gaol, entirely without an audience? What do you say, Jane, to exercising my chestnuts?”
AND SO I I COMMITTED MYSELF ONCE MORE TO THE PERILS COMMITTED MYSELF ONCE MORE TO THE PERILS of the Countess's beautiful horses and perch phaeton, and set off up the Lewes road in the direction of Brighton Camp. The team was decidedly fresh, having been eating their heads off in their stalls since Wednesday's race-meeting; the equipage bowled along at a spanking pace through the bright noonday sun. We encountered considerable London traffic, and as Mona never hesitated to give the pair their heads, and pull out to pa.s.s the odd gig or farm cart, I expected at every moment to be overturned in the ditch. Apprehension throughout the whole quite robbed me of enjoyment, and I was for the most part unable to speak; but the Countess maintained a pleasant flow of conversation. This was purposefully innocuous, as she had her groom up behind her; within twenty minutes, I daresay, we were pulling up in the Camp. The groom jumped down and held the horses; he intended walking them, I believe, while we were occupied amidst the Barracks. of the Countess's beautiful horses and perch phaeton, and set off up the Lewes road in the direction of Brighton Camp. The team was decidedly fresh, having been eating their heads off in their stalls since Wednesday's race-meeting; the equipage bowled along at a spanking pace through the bright noonday sun. We encountered considerable London traffic, and as Mona never hesitated to give the pair their heads, and pull out to pa.s.s the odd gig or farm cart, I expected at every moment to be overturned in the ditch. Apprehension throughout the whole quite robbed me of enjoyment, and I was for the most part unable to speak; but the Countess maintained a pleasant flow of conversation. This was purposefully innocuous, as she had her groom up behind her; within twenty minutes, I daresay, we were pulling up in the Camp. The groom jumped down and held the horses; he intended walking them, I believe, while we were occupied amidst the Barracks.
”We ought to beg permission of the Camp Commandant to visit the gaol,” she said conversationally as we strolled along the muddy lane that served as main thoroughfare, surrounded on every side by red coats. ”But I could not say where he is to be found. At Catherine Twining's funeral, possibly-or about some military business.”
”I should not like to violate the Hussars' principles,” I replied, ”but I think it should prove more efficient if we simply suborn Byron's guards-and beg ignorance of convention later.”
”I feel sure that is what Uncle would have done,” Mona agreed. ”Let us enquire the way to the gaol.”
She approached the first young officer we encountered, with remarkable boldness; but as she carried a hamper of provisions over her arm, and had changed her straw-coloured gown for a bottle-green carriage dress and matching high-poke bonnet, she looked suitably demure. I, in my mourning clothes, hovered on the fringe of the conversation; and as the officer raised his hat, and strode on, Mona turned to me with satisfaction.
”Only think-that is young Norton, Lord Raleigh's second son. I am a little acquainted with the family; what a lucky chance I should meet with him, first off! They are cousins eight times removed.”
If there was a well-placed family in England to which Mona was not not related, I should be very much surprized. ”But does he know where Byron is to be found?” related, I should be very much surprized. ”But does he know where Byron is to be found?”
”His lords.h.i.+p is being held in the cells reserved for the drunk and disorderly. Young Norton says Byron's arrival in the Camp last night was all that was extraordinary-once the constabulary were gone, several of the officers of the 10th gathered outside his lords.h.i.+p's cell to toast his health, and Byron consented to declaim a number of lines of poetry. There is nothing like the Hussars, after all, for knowing how to live.”
We hastened in the direction young Norton had indicated, pa.s.sing in our way the chapel where Catherine Twining's funeral had been held. It appeared emptied of life at this present, and I concluded the cold collation so essential to every pa.s.sing must be laid out in Mr. Smalls's quarters-or perhaps, as general interest in the family was so great-in the Officers' Mess. There was no sign of Henry.
Mona hesitated at a crossing of the way, then turned left. The cells for the drunk and disorderly were housed in a low-slung brick-and-stone building set apart from the barracks themselves, with a set of stocks raised before them. Two sentries stood at attention on either side of the sole door; narrow slits served for windows, placed high up in the walls, and they were barred. It must be airless and uncomfortable; but perhaps Lord Byron took consolation from his verse.
”Jane,” the Countess murmured as we paused before the stocks, eyeing the sentries, ”did your acquaintance with my uncle ever run to the penetration of gaols?”
”On several occasions,” I admitted.
”Excellent. You shall know, then, how to go on.”
I might have informed her ladys.h.i.+p that I had never breached a military military gaol, but that seemed mere pettifogging at this point. So I drew breath and walked forward to attack the sentries. Mona followed with her hamper of food and wine. gaol, but that seemed mere pettifogging at this point. So I drew breath and walked forward to attack the sentries. Mona followed with her hamper of food and wine.
”Good afternoon, sirs,” I attempted.
Both sentries continued to stare straight ahead. Neither returned my greeting.
”This'll be another of 'em,” the sentry on the right muttered to his fellow on the left.
”Sure enough. Like flies to cream, ain't it? I think I'll be takin' up poetry, I do. Nothing beats it for the ladies.”
I glanced in consternation at Mona. She fluttered her hand, as tho' encouraging a bashful bride to the altar.
”I am Miss Austen, and this is the Countess of Swithin, whose husband is attempting to free Lord Byron. We have come this afternoon with food and...a quant.i.ty of writing paper...to succor him during imprisonment.”
”A quant.i.ty of writin' paper!” the sentry on the right spat out, and at last his eyes met mine. ”Aye, his-prating-lords.h.i.+p has that that enough. Whole rolls of the stuff've been sent through the wicket in that door, ma'am, with the compliments of near every lady in Brighton-in the 'ope as a sonnet'll come back out, inscribed to enough. Whole rolls of the stuff've been sent through the wicket in that door, ma'am, with the compliments of near every lady in Brighton-in the 'ope as a sonnet'll come back out, inscribed to Louisa Louisa or or Elizabeth Elizabeth or or Airy-bell Airy-bell. 'Nuff to turn a man's stomach, it is.”
”The paper is merely by-the-way,” Mona said indifferently. ”If his lords.h.i.+p does not require it, of course I shall take it back again. But the provisions must be useful, I am sure. May we present them to his lords.h.i.+p?”
”Present them?” The sentry on the left turned his head indignantly and glared at Mona. ”The gentleman is wanted on a charge of murder, your la's.h.i.+p! He is not not a lion-tamer out of Astley's Amphitheatre, nor yet the darling of the London stage! If you wish to see 'im, you cannot buy tickets-but by all means a lion-tamer out of Astley's Amphitheatre, nor yet the darling of the London stage! If you wish to see 'im, you cannot buy tickets-but by all means do do attend 'is 'anging!” attend 'is 'anging!”
At those words, to my astonishment, Desdemona abruptly began to sob. So overcome was she, that the hamper was nearly dropped from her nerveless hands; she swiftly covered her face and cried her heart out. I moved to comfort her, my arm about her shoulders, and looked to the sentries in reproach. ”Heartless! How can you speak so, to a lady that has known his lords.h.i.+p from the cradle!”
The two men looked uncomfortable enough at the sight of Mona's weeping; my words only increased their chagrin. ”Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am, but you've no notion how many young ladies-shameless camp followers, most of 'em-'ave dallied by this sentry post and offered any amount of money or favours to be admitted to his lords.h.i.+p, private-like,” one said.
”Some o' the things they're promising would tempt St. Peter, they would,” the other echoed.
”That is not our object,” I said sternly-there is some benefit to being an aging spinster dressed in black; the sentries quailed as tho' I had been their mamma-”our sole concern is Lord Byron's health. He possesses a most delicate const.i.tution. If you intend to hang him, you had better ensure that he lives long enough to stand his trial. Now, be sensible-and convey that hamper into his lords.h.i.+p with the compliments of the Earl and Countess of Swithin.”
The sentry on the right-who could be no more, I guessed, than eighteen-saluted me as tho' I had been an officer, and scurried to retrieve the basket from the ground where it lay. Carrying it gingerly, he first unlatched the wicket, and peered within Lord Byron's cell; then said, in an aside to his fellow, ”Writin' again. 'E's all over ink. And 'e'll be askin' to 'ave 'is pen mended again, just you wait an' see. No pen-knives allowed the prisoners,” he added, for my benefit.
”Naturally not,” I agreed with quelling coldness.
The sentry unbarred the door, and carried the hamper within. After an interval of several moments, he reemerged with a packet of paper in his hands.
”The prisoner thanks ye kindly fer yer consideration,” he said, as tho' having got the words by rote, ”and asks that you convey these pages to Lady Oxford. If he is to hang, Lord Byron says, it would be something to know as his verses is published.”
I held out my hand for the pages; they had been enclosed in a cover, and sealed clumsily with the wax from Byron's tallow candle. A letter? Or more lines from The Giaour The Giaour?
Mona subdued her sobbing to a few dying sniffles.
”You have my grat.i.tude, dear sirs, for your exceptional kindness,” she breathed with trembling sincerity. ”You will be blessed, I am sure, in Heaven!”
Such a picture as she made, with her tear-stained cheeks delicately overlaid with rose, that she might almost have been another Sarah Siddons-and I recollected, for the first time, that her grandmother had tread the boards of the Comedie-Francaise.
”Lord, Jane,” she said as we walked with dignity back towards the barracks, ”I was all of a quake lest they look inside the hamper. For beneath the roast chicken, the Gloucester cheese, and the lemon tart, is of course a pen-knife-for how could I neglect to send Byron one?”
23 Hazard was a form of gambling with dice that led eventually to the present game of shooting c.r.a.ps.- Hazard was a form of gambling with dice that led eventually to the present game of shooting c.r.a.ps.-Editor's note.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The Viscount's Tale FRIDAY, 14 MAY 1813 1813.
BRIGHTON, CONT.