Part 28 (2/2)
”No violence, Joceline, on your life,” said Albert Lee; and Alice echoed, ”For G.o.d's sake, no violence!”
”No unnecessary violence at least,” said the good knight; ”for if the time demands it, I will have it seen that I am master of my own house.” Joceline Joliffe nodded a.s.sent to all parties, and went on tiptoe to exchange one or two other mysterious symbols and knocks, ere he opened the door. It, may be here remarked, that this species of secret a.s.sociation, with its signals of union, existed among the more dissolute and desperate cla.s.s of cavaliers, men habituated to the dissipated life which they had been accustomed to in an ill-disciplined army, where everything like order and regularity was too apt to be accounted a badge of puritanism. These were the ”roaring boys” who met in hedge alehouses, and when they had by any chance obtained a little money or a little credit, determined to create a counter-revolution by declaring their sittings permanent, and proclaimed, in the words of one of their choicest ditties,-
”We'll drink till we bring In triumph back the king.”
The leaders and gentry, of a higher description and more regular morals, did not indeed partake such excesses, but they still kept their eye upon a cla.s.s of persons, who, from courage and desperation, were capable of serving on an advantageous occasion the fallen cause of royalty; and recorded the lodges and blind taverns at which they met, as wholesale merchants know the houses of call of the mechanics whom they may have occasion to employ, and can tell where they may find them when need requires it. It is scarce necessary to add, that among the lower cla.s.s, and sometimes even among the higher, there were men found capable of betraying the projects and conspiracies of their a.s.sociates, whether well or indifferently combined, to the governors of the state. Cromwell, in particular, had gained some correspondents of this kind of the highest rank, and of the most undoubted character, among the royalists, who, if they made scruple of impeaching or betraying individuals who confided in them, had no hesitation in giving the government such general information as served to enable him to disappoint the purposes of any plot or conspiracy.
To return to our story. In much shorter time than we have spent in reminding the reader of these historical particulars, Joliffe had made his mystic communication; and being duly answered as by one of the initiated, he undid the door, and there entered our old friend Roger Wildrake, round-head in dress, as his safety and dependence on Colonel Everard compelled him to be, but that dress worn in a most cavalier-like manner, and forming a stronger contrast than usual with the demeanour and language of the wearer, to which it was never very congenial.
His puritanic hat, the emblem of that of Ralpho in the prints to Hudibras, or, as he called it, his felt umbrella, was set most knowingly on one side of the head, as if it had been a Spanish hat and feather; his straight square-caped sad-coloured cloak was flung gaily upon one shoulder, as if it had been of three-plied taffeta, lined with crimson silk; and he paraded his huge calf-skin boots, as if they had been silken hose and Spanish leather shoes, with roses on the instep. In short, the airs which he gave himself, of a most thorough-paced wild gallant and cavalier, joined to a glistening of self-satisfaction in his eye, and an inimitable swagger in his gait, which completely announced his thoughtless, conceited, and reckless character, formed a most ridiculous contrast to his gravity of attire.
It could not, on the other hand, be denied, that in spite of the touch of ridicule which attached to his character, and the loose morality which he had learned in the dissipation of town pleasures, and afterwards in the disorderly life of a soldier, Wildrake had points about him both to make him feared and respected. He was handsome, even in spite of his air of debauched effrontery; a man of the most decided courage, though his vaunting rendered it sometimes doubtful; and entertained a sincere sense of his political principles, such as they were, though he was often so imprudent in a.s.serting and boasting of them, as, joined with his dependence on Colonel Everard, induced prudent men to doubt his sincerity.
Such as he was, however, he entered the parlour of Victor Lee, where his presence was any thing but desirable to the parties present, with a jaunty step, and a consciousness of deserving the best possible reception. This a.s.surance was greatly aided by circ.u.mstances which rendered it obvious, that if the jocund cavalier had limited himself to one draught of liquor that evening, in terms of his vow of temperance, it must have been a very deep and long one.
”Save ye, gentlemen, save ye.-Save you, good Sir Henry Lee, though I have scarce the honour to be known to you.-Save you, worthy doctor, and a speedy resurrection to the fallen Church of England.”
”You are welcome, sir,” said Sir Henry Lee, whose feelings of hospitality, and of the fraternal reception due to a royalist sufferer, induced him to tolerate this intrusion more than he might have done otherwise. ”If you have fought or suffered for the King, sir, it is an excuse for joining us, and commanding our services in any thing in our power-although at present we are a family-party.-But I think I saw you in waiting upon Master Markham Everard, who calls himself Colonel Everard.-If your message is from him, you may wish to see me in private?”
”Not at all, Sir Henry, not at all.-It is true, as my ill hap will have it, that being on the stormy side of the hedge-like all honest men-you understand me, Sir Henry-I am glad, as it were, to gain something from my old friend and comrade's countenance-not by truckling or disowning my principles, sir-I defy such practises;-but, in short, by doing him any kindness in my power when he is pleased to call on me. So I came down here with a message from him to the old roundheaded son of a -- (I beg the young lady's pardon, from the crown of her head down to the very toes of her slipper)-And so, sir, chancing as I was stumbling out in the dark, I heard you give a toast, sir, which warmed my heart, sir, and ever will, sir, till death chills it;-and so I made bold to let you know there was an honest man within hearing.”
Such was the self-introduction of Master Wildrake, to which the knight replied, by asking him to sit down, and take a gla.s.s of sack to his Majesty's glorious restoration. Wildrake, at this hint, squeezed in without ceremony beside the young Scotsman, and not only pledged his landlord's toast, but seconded its import, by volunteering a verse or two of his favourite loyal ditty,-”The King shall enjoy his own again.” The heartiness which he threw into his song opened still farther the heart of the old knight, though Albert and Alice looked at each other with looks resentful of the intrusion, and desirous to put an end to it. The honourable Master Kerneguy either possessed that happy indifference of temper which does not deign to notice such circ.u.mstances, or he was able to a.s.sume the appearance of it to perfection, as he sat sipping sack, and cracking walnuts, without testifying the least sense that an addition had been made to the party. Wildrake, who liked the liquor and the company, showed no unwillingness to repay his landlord, by being at the expense of the conversation.
”You talk of fighting and suffering, Sir Henry Lee. Lord help us, we have all had our share. All the world knows what Sir Henry Lee has done from Edgefield downwards, wherever a loyal sword was drawn, or a loyal flag fluttered. Ah, G.o.d help us! I have done something too. My name is Roger Wildrake of Squattlesea-mere, Lincoln; not that you are ever like to have heard it before, but I was captain in Lunsford's light-horse, and afterwards with Goring. I was a child-eater, sir-a babe-bolter.”
”I have heard of your regiment's exploits, sir; and perhaps you may find I have seen some of them, if we should spend ten minutes together. And I think I have heard of your name too. I beg to drink your health, Captain Wildrake of Squattlesea-mere, Lincolns.h.i.+re.”
”Sir Henry, I drink yours in this pint b.u.mper, and upon my knee; and I would do as much for that young gentleman”-(looking at Albert)-”and the squire of the green ca.s.sock too, holding it for green, as the colours are not to my eyes altogether clear and distinguishable.”
It was a remarkable part of what is called by theatrical folk the by-play of this scene, that Albert was conversing apart with Dr. Rochecliffe in whispers, even more than the divine seemed desirous of encouraging; yet, to whatever their private conversation referred, it did not deprive the young Colonel of the power of listening to what was going forward in the party at large, and interfering from time to time, like a watch-dog, who can distinguish the slightest alarm, even when employed in the engrossing process of taking his food.
”Captain Wildrake,” said Albert, ”we have no objection-I mean, my friend and I-to be communicative on proper occasions; but you, sir, who are so old a sufferer, must needs know, that at such casual meetings as this, men do not mention their names unless they are specially wanted. It is a point of conscience, sir, to be able to say, if your princ.i.p.al, Captain Everard or Colonel Everard, if he be a Colonel, should examine you upon oath, I did not know who the persons were whom I heard drink such and such toasts.”
”Faith, I have a better way of it, worthy sir,” answered Wildrake; ”I never can, for the life of me, remember that there were any such and such toasts drunk at all. It's a strange gift of forgetfulness I have.”
”Well, sir,” replied the younger Lee; ”but we, who have unhappily more tenacious memories, would willingly abide by the more general rule.”
”Oh, sir,” answered Wildrake, ”with all my heart. I intrude on no man's confidence, d-n me-and I only spoke for civility's sake, having the purpose of drinking your health in a good fas.h.i.+on”-(Then he broke forth into melody)-
”'Then let the health go round, a-round, a-round, a-round, Then let the health go round; For though your stocking be of silk, Your knee shall kiss the ground, a-ground, a-ground, a-ground, Your knee shall kiss the ground.'”
”Urge it no farther,” said Sir Henry, addressing his son; ”Master Wildrake is one of the old school-one of the tantivy boys; and we must bear a little, for if they drink hard they fought well. I will never forget how a party came up and rescued us clerks of Oxford, as they called the regiment I belonged to, out of a cursed embroglio during the attack on Brentford. I tell you we were enclosed with the c.o.c.kneys' pikes both front and rear, and we should have come off but ill had not Lunford's light-horse, the babe-eaters, as they called them, charged up to the pike's point, and brought us off.”
”I am glad you thought on that, Sir Henry,” said Wildrake; ”and do you remember what the officer of Lunsford's said?”
”I think I do,” said Sir Henry, smiling.
”Well, then, did not he call out, when the women were coming down, howling like sirens as they were-'Have none of you a plump child that you could give us to break our fast upon?'”
”Truth itself!” said the knight; ”and a great fat woman stepped forward with a baby, and offered it to the supposed cannibal.”
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