The Crossing Part 6
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"I am a Rebel, sir," I cried hotly.
Both gentlemen laughed again, and the men with them.
"The lad is a character," said Mr. Lowndes.
We made our way down into the garden, which they searched last. At the creek's side the boat was gone, and there were footsteps in the mud.
"The bird has flown, Lowndes," said Mr. Mathews.
"And good riddance for the Committee," answered that gentleman, heartily. "He got to the fleet in fine season to get a round shot in the middle. David," said he, solemnly, "remember it never pays to try to be two things at once."
"I'll warrant he stayed below water," said Mr. Mathews.
"But what shall we do with the lad?"
"I'll take him to my house for the night," said Mr. Lowndes, "and in the morning we'll talk to him. I reckon he should be sent to Temple Bow. He is connected in some way with the Temples."
"G.o.d help him if he goes there," said Mr. Mathews, under his breath. But I heard him.
They locked up the house, and left one of the men to guard it, while I went with Mr. Lowndes to his residence. I remember that people were gathered in the streets as we pa.s.sed, making merry, and that they greeted Mr. Lowndes with respect and good cheer. His house, too, was set in a garden and quite as fine as Mr. Temple's. It was ablaze with candles, and I caught glimpses of fine gentlemen and ladies in the rooms. But he hurried me through the hall, and into a little chamber at the rear where a writing-desk was set. He turned and faced me.
"You must be tired, David," he said.
I nodded.
"And hungry? Boys are always hungry."
"Yes, sir."
"You had no dinner?"
"No, sir," I answered, off my guard.
"Mercy!" he said. "It is a long time since breakfast."
"I had no breakfast, sir."
"Good G.o.d!" he said, and pulled the velvet handle of a cord. A negro came.
"Is the supper for the guests ready?"
"Yes, Marsa."
"Then bring as much as you can carry here," said the gentleman. "And ask Mrs. Lowndes if I may speak with her."
Mrs. Lowndes came first. And such a fine lady she was that she frightened me, this being my first experience with ladies. But when Mr.
Lowndes told her my story, she ran to me impulsively and put her arms about me.
"Poor lad!" she said. "What a shame!"
I think that the tears came then, but it was small wonder. There were tears in her eyes, too.
Such a supper as I had I shall never forget. And she sat beside me for long, neglecting her guests, and talking of my life. Suddenly she turned to her husband, calling him by name.
"He is Alec Ritchie's son," she said, "and Alec has gone against Cameron."
Mr. Lowndes did not answer, but nodded.
"And must he go to Temple Bow?"
"My dear," said Mr. Lowndes, "I fear it is our duty to send him there."
CHAPTER IV. TEMPLE BOW
In the morning I started for Temple Bow on horseback behind one of Mr.
Lowndes' negroes. Good Mrs. Lowndes had kissed me at parting, and tucked into my pocket a parcel of sweetmeats. There had been a few grave gentlemen to see me, and to their questions I had replied what I could.
But tell them of Mr. Temple I would not, save that he himself had told me nothing. And Mr. Lowndes had presently put an end to their talk.
"The lad knows nothing, gentlemen," he had said, which was true.
"David," said he, when he bade me farewell, "I see that your father has brought you up to fear G.o.d. Remember that all you see in this life is not to be imitated."
And so I went off behind his negro. He was a merry lad, and despite the great heat of the journey and my misgivings about Temple Bow, he made me laugh. I was sad at crossing the ferry over the Ashley, through thinking of my father, but I reflected that it could not be long now ere I saw him again. In the middle of the day we stopped at a tavern. And at length, in the abundant shade of evening, we came to a pair of great ornamental gates set between brick pillars capped with white b.a.l.l.s, and turned into a drive. And presently, winding through the trees, we were in sight of a long, brick mansion trimmed with white, and a velvet lawn before it all flecked with shadows. In front of the portico was a saddled horse, craning his long neck at two panting hounds stretched on the ground. A negro boy in blue clutched the bridle. On the horse-block a gentleman in white reclined. He wore s.h.i.+ny boots, and he held his hat in his hand, and he was gazing up at a lady who stood on the steps above him.
The lady I remember as well--Lord forbid that I should forget her. And her laugh as I heard it that evening is ringing now in my ears. And yet it was not a laugh. Musical it was, yet there seemed no pleasure in it: rather irony, and a great weariness of the amus.e.m.e.nts of this world: and a note, too, from a vanity never ruffled. It stopped abruptly as the negro pulled up his horse before her, and she stared at us haughtily.
"What's this?" she said.
"Pardon, Mistis," said the negro, "I'se got a letter from Ma.r.s.e Lowndes."
"Mr. Lowndes should instruct his n.i.g.g.e.rs," she said. "There is a servants' drive." The man was turning his horse when she cried: "Hold!
Let's have it."
He dismounted and gave her the letter, and I jumped to the ground, watching her as she broke the seal, taking her in, as a boy will, from the flowing skirt and tight-laced stays of her salmon silk to her high and powdered hair. She must have been about thirty. Her face was beautiful, but had no particle of expression in it, and was dotted here and there with little black patches of plaster. While she was reading, a sober gentleman in black silk-breeches and severe coat came out of the house and stood beside her.
"Heigho, parson," said the gentleman on the horse-block, without moving, "are you to preach against loo or lansquenet to-morrow?"
"Would it make any difference to you, Mr. Riddle?"
Before he could answer there came a great clatter behind them, and a boy of my own age appeared. With a leap he landed sprawling on the indolent gentleman's shoulders, nearly upsetting him.
"You young rascal!" exclaimed the gentleman, pitching him on the drive almost at my feet; then he fell back again to a position where he could look up at the lady.
"Harry Riddle," cried the boy, "I'll ride steeplechases and beat you some day."
"Hush, Nick," cried the lady, petulantly, "I'll have no nerves left me."
She turned to the letter again, holding it very near to her eyes, and made a wry face of impatience. Then she held the sheet out to Mr.
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