Part 29 (1/2)

All at the table, Master Kerneguy excepted, who seemed to think that good food of any kind required no apology, held up their hands in token of amazement.

”Ay,” said Wildrake, ”the-a-hem!-I crave the lady's pardon again, from tip of top-knot to hem of farthingale-but the cursed creature proved to be a parish nurse, who had been paid for the child half a year in advance. Gad, I took the babe out of the b.i.t.c.h-wolf's hand; and I have contrived, though G.o.d knows I have lived in a skeldering sort of way myself, to breed up bold Breakfast, as I call him, ever since. It was paying dear for a jest, though.”

”Sir, I honour you for your humanity,” said the old knight-”Sir, I thank you for your courage-Sir, I am glad to see you here,” said the good knight, his eyes watering almost to overflowing. ”So you were the wild officer who cut us out of the toils; Oh, sir, had you but stopped when I called on you, and allowed us to clear the streets of Brentford with our musketeers, we would have been at London Stone that day! But your good will was the same.”

”Ay, truly was it,” said Wildrake, who now sat triumphant and glorious in his easy-chair; ”and here is to all the brave hearts, sir, that fought and fell in that same storm of Brentford. We drove all before us like chaff, till the shops, where they sold strong waters, and other temptations, brought us up. Gad, sir, we, the babe-eaters, had too many acquaintances in Brentford, and our stout Prince Rupert was ever better at making way than drawing off. Gad, sir, for my own poor share, I did but go into the house of a poor widow lady, who maintained a charge of daughters, and whom I had known of old, to get my horse fed, a morsel of meat, and so forth, when these c.o.c.kney-pikes of the artillery ground, as you very well call them, rallied, and came in with their armed heads, as boldly as so many Cotswold rams. I sprang down stairs, got to my horse,-but, egad, I fancy all my troop had widows and orphan maidens to comfort as well as I, for only five of us got together. We cut our way through successfully; and Gad, gentlemen, I carried my little Breakfast on the pommel before me; and there was such a hollowing and screeching, as if the whole town thought I was to kill, roast, and eat the poor child, so soon as I got to quarters. But devil a c.o.c.kney charged up to my bonny bay, poor la.s.s, to rescue little cake-bread; they only cried haro, and out upon me.”

”Alas, alas!” said the knight, ”we made ourselves seem worse than we were; and we were too bad to deserve G.o.d's blessing even in a good cause. But it is needless to look back; we did not deserve victories when G.o.d gave them, for we never improved them like good soldiers, or like Christian men; and so we gave these canting scoundrels the advantage of us, for they a.s.sumed, out of mere hypocrisy, the discipline and orderly behaviour which we, who drew our swords in a better cause, ought to have practised out of true principle. But here is my hand, Captain. I have often wished to see the honest fellow who charged up so smartly in our behalf, and I reverence you for the care you took of the poor child. I am glad this dilapidated place has still some hospitality to offer you, although we cannot treat you to roasted babes or stewed sucklings-eh, Captain?”

”Truth, Sir Henry, the scandal was sore against us on that score. I remember Lacy, who was an old play-actor, and a lieutenant in ours, made drollery on it in a play which was sometimes acted at Oxford, when our hearts were something up, called, I think, the Old Troop.”

So saying, and feeling more familiar as his merits were known, he hitched his chair up against that of the Scottish lad, who was seated next him, and who, in s.h.i.+fting his place, was awkward enough to disturb, in his turn, Alice Lee, who sate opposite, and, a little offended, or at least embarra.s.sed, drew her chair away from the table.

”I crave pardon,” said the honourable Master Kerneguy; ”but, sir,” to Master Wildrake, ”ye hae e'en garr'd me hurt the young lady's shank.”

”I crave your pardon, sir, and much more that of the fair lady, as is reasonable; though, rat me, sir, if it was I set your chair a-trundling in that way. Zooks, sir, I have brought with me no plague, nor pestilence, nor other infectious disorder, that ye should have started away as if I had been a leper, and discomposed the lady, which I would have prevented with my life, sir. Sir, if ye be northern born, as your tongue bespeaks, egad, it was I ran the risk in drawing near you; so there was small reason for you to bolt.”

”Master Wildrake,” said Albert, interfering, ”this young gentleman is a stranger as well as you, under protection of Sir Henry's hospitality, and it cannot be agreeable for my father to see disputes arise among his guests. You may mistake the young gentleman's quality from his present appearance-this is the Honourable Master Louis Kerneguy, sir, son of my Lord Killstewers of Kincardines.h.i.+re, one who has fought for the King, young as he is.”

”No dispute shall rise through me, sir-none through me,” said Wildrake; ”your exposition sufficeth, sir.-Master Louis Girnigo, son of my Lord Kilsteer, in Gringardens.h.i.+re, I am your humble slave, sir, and drink your health, in token that I honour you, and all true Scots who draw their Andrew Ferraras on the right side, sir.”

”I'se beholden to you, and thank you, sir,” said the young man, with some haughtiness of manner, which hardly corresponded with his rusticity; ”and I wuss your health in a ceevil way.”

Most judicious persons would have here dropped the conversation; but it was one of Wildrake's marked peculiarities, that he could never let matters stand when they were well. He continued to plague the shy, proud, and awkward lad with his observations. ”You speak your national dialect pretty strongly, Master Girnigo,” said he, ”but I think not quite the language of the gallants that I have known among the Scottish cavaliers-I knew, for example, some of the Gordons, and others of good repute, who always put an f for wh, as faat for what, fan for when, and the like.”

Albert Lee here interposed, and said that the provinces of Scotland, like those of England, had their different modes of p.r.o.nunciation.

”You are very right, sir,” said Wildrake. ”I reckon myself, now, a pretty good speaker of their cursed jargon-no offence, young gentleman; and yet, when I took a turn with some of Montrose's folk, in the South Highlands, as they call their beastly wildernesses, (no offence again,) I chanced to be by myself, and to lose my way, when I said to a shepherd-fellow, making my mouth as wide, and my voice as broad as I could, wh.o.r.e am I ganging till?-confound me if the fellow could answer me, unless, indeed, he was sulky, as the b.u.mpkins will be now and then to the gentlemen of the sword.”

This was familiarly spoken, and though partly addressed to Albert, was still more directed to his immediate neighbour, the young Scotsman, who seemed, from bashfulness, or some other reason, rather shy of his intimacy. To one or two personal touches from Wildrake's elbow, administered during his last speech, by way of a practical appeal to him in particular, he only answered, ”Misunderstandings were to be expected when men converse in national deealects.”

Wildrake, now considerably drunker than he ought to have been in civil company, caught up the phrase and repeated it:-”Misunderstanding, sir-Misunderstanding, sir?-I do not know how I am to construe that, sir; but to judge from the information of these scratches on your honourable visnomy, I should augur that you had been of late at misunderstanding with the cat, sir.”

”You are mistaken, then, friend, for it was with the dowg,” answered the Scotsman, dryly, and cast a look towards Albert.

”We had some trouble with the watch-dogs in entering so late in the evening,” said Albert, in explanation, ”and this youth had a fall among some rubbish, by which he came by these scratches.”

”And now, dear Sir Henry,” said Dr. Rochecliffe, ”allow us to remind you of your gout, and our long journey. I do it the rather that my good friend your son has been, during the whole time of supper, putting questions to me aside, which had much better be reserved till to-morrow-May we therefore ask permission to retire to our night's rest?”

”These private committees in a merry meeting,” said Wildrake, ”are a solecism in breeding. They always put me in mind of the cursed committees at Westminster.-But shall we roost before we rouse the night-owl with a catch?”

”Aha, canst thou quote Shakspeare?” said Sir Henry, pleased at discovering a new good quality in his acquaintance, whose military services were otherwise but just able to counterbalance the intrusive freedom of his conversation. ”In the name of merry Will,” he continued,-”whom I never saw, though I have seen many of his comrades, as Alleyn, Hemmings, and so on,-we will have a single catch, and one rouse about, and then to bed.”

After the usual discussion about the choice of the song, and the parts which each was to bear, they united their voices in trolling a loyal glee, which was popular among the party at the time, and in fact believed to be composed by no less a person than Dr. Rochecliffe himself.

GLEE FOR KING CHARLES.

Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; 'Tis to him we love most, And to all who love him.

Brave gallants, stand up.

And avauant, ye base carles!

Were there death in the cup, Here's a health to King Charles!

Though he wanders through dangers, Unaided, unknown, Dependent 'on strangers, Estranged from his own; Though 'tis under our breath, Amidst forfeits and perils, Here's to honour and faith, And a health to King Charles!