In Mr. Knox's Country Part 19
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All were gazing at a ma.s.s of sooty bricks and shattered chimney-pots that lay, scattered wide, in and about the black dredgings of the turf-house well.
"That's the gable chimney," said Flurry coolly; "it got tired of waiting for Walkin' Aisy. We heard the roar of it as we came in the front gate!" He turned his mail-bag upside down so that its ultimate dregs were blown far and wide. "How did the chestnut horse go with----?"
As if in reply, hoofs clattered outside the yard, and the white nose of the chestnut shot into the opening of the yard gate. He plunged past me, with Andrew lying back and tugging at the snaffle. The Shreelane yard was fairly s.p.a.cious, but I began to think that the thing wasn't as funny as it looked. The horse swerved at Mrs. Knox's phaeton, swerved again as Flurry turned him from his stable door with a flourish of the mail-bag. Andrew wrenched his head straight for the open back gate, and might have got him out without disaster, had not the widespread ruin of the chimney intervened. The chestnut once more tried to swerve, his legs went from under him, and he fell, striking fire from the cobble stones of the yard. Andrew stuck to him to the last instant, but was shot clear, and was flung, head first, into the heap of stones and black mud.
It seemed long, long hours between this catastrophe, and a sufficient subsidence of things in general, for me to be able, without inhumanity, to envisage a whisky and soda. Old Mrs. Knox watched me with approval.
"I'm tired of looking at young men drinking tea," she commented. (It was Mrs. Knox's pleasing idiosyncrasy to look upon me as a young man.) "They were like a pack of curates at a school-feast! Not that I was ever at a school-feast, thank G.o.d!" she added, with an abandoned chuckle.
We were sitting in a corner of the dining-room, surrounded by empty cups and crumby plates; tides of tea and of talkers had ebbed and flowed, but Mrs. Knox had sat on--to hear my personal report of Andrew, she said.
"Upon my honour, he escaped very well! A dislocated shoulder is nothing, and the young lady is there to 'tend the wounded Deloraine!'"
She paused, and put her head on one side, as if waiting for the prompter. "How does it go? 'She thought some spirit of the sky had done the bold mosstrooper wrong!'"
She paused again, and looked at me; the evening light shone on her spectacles, and made them impenetrable.
"Now I'm going to give you a piece of advice; "'And I'll not take it!'
says Major Yeates, R.M.!"
I protested that I had said nothing of the kind. She prodded me in the knee with a goblin finger.
"_Close that well_! Put on the flagstone, and seal it down again!"
She fumbled in her shawls, and pulled out a thin old gold chain.
"Here's the seal, the same one that my father sealed it with at the time of the Famine!"
I said that I was ready to do anything that she told me, but it would be interesting to know why.
Mrs. Knox detached the seal from her chain, to which it was knotted by something that I darkly suspected to be a bit of bootlace. It was a cornelian seal, made in the grand manner; ma.s.sively wrought, the gold smooth from age.
"I daresay you never heard of Major Apollo Riggs? He drove up to this house one fine day in a coach-and-four. Next day the coach-and-four drove away, but Major Apollo Riggs was not in it!"
"He found himself a success at Shreelane?" I suggested.
"Not so much with his host as his hostess!" returned Mrs. Knox portentously.
"A duel?" I asked.
"He was never seen again, my dear!" replied Mrs. Knox. (There are moments, in Ireland, when this term of affection is used not so much affectionately as confidentially.)
At this point the door opened. Mrs. Knox put the goblin finger on her lips, as Philippa, still in her habit, slid into the room.
"The patient and Meg are extremely self-sufficing," she said, dropping into a chair. "His face is turning all colours of the rainbow, and one eye has disappeared, but the other is full of expression and is fixed on Meg!"
"There's not much colour about _you_," I said. "You ought to have a whisky and soda."
"Nonsense!" said Philippa, waving me away; "we've got most of the black stuff out of his hair; even his waistcoat pocket was full of it! And bits of the torn paper had stuck to it, like confetti."
"That suggests a wedding," I observed.
"Quite," said Philippa. "But the absurd thing was that one of the confetti--obviously a bit of those old letters that the children tore up--had the word 'Apollo' on it! It was stuck on to him like a label."
Mrs. Knox clasped her hands, and lay back in her chair.
"I said it was, of course, a tribute to his beauty, but Meg was not at all amused. She thought it was 'lese majeste.'"
"She'll get over that in time," I said, putting the seal in my pocket.
VII
WHEN I FIRST MET DR. HICKEY
There was a wonderful chandelier in the hotel dining-room. Fine bronze it was made of, with mermaids, and Tritons, and dolphins flouris.h.i.+ng their tails up towards the dingy ceiling-paper, and beaked galleys, on whose prows sat six small lamps, with white china receptacles for paraffin, and smoky brown chimneys. Gone were the brave days when each prow had borne a galaxy of tall wax candles; the chandelier might consider itself lucky in that it had even the paraffin lamps to justify its existence, and that it still hung from a ceiling, instead of sharing the last resting-place of its twin brother, in the bed of the tidal river under the hotel windows.
James, the hotel waiter, knew the family history of the chandelier, as he knew that of most people and things in the county. I commented upon it to a young gentleman with a pointed beard, who sat next to me at dinner, and said that it looked to me like Renaissance. The young gentleman suggested, alternatively, that it looked more like bronze. I did not dispute the point, but I think he found the subject precarious, as he turned to the young lady on his left, and I heard him embark upon a new theme.
[Ill.u.s.tration: James.]
"I was half dead with the toothache all day," he observed.
The young lady replied sympathetically that toothache was a fright.
"Well, indeed, that's true," said James, smoothly entering the conversation from behind my chair. "I got my own share of it. Sure there was one time I used to be roaring like a Banshee all night with it."
"Were you so?" said the gentleman, with a wink at me. "That must have been a long time ago, James."
"Well, indeed, it is too, Doctor," replied James meditatively, "going on forty years, I daresay. I went to Dublin, and I went to a great dentist that was in it that time, and he pulled all the teeth I had, and he gave me a new set entirely."
"Oh, my!" said the young lady, "that must have been very expensive."
"It was so," said James, not without pride. "Twenty pounds I gave him."
"That was awful," said the young lady, feelingly; "it was well to be you that had it to spend."
"Well, it wasn't all out so bad," said James; "sure I only wore them a few times--I wouldn't be bothered with them, and a doctor that was a friend of mine gave me ten pounds for them."
"I suppose they were a fit for a patient of his?" said the doctor.
"They were a bad fit for me, anyway," returned James, glancing over his shoulder at the clattering operations of his two female subordinates, with the eye of the sergeant-major--the eye that always contains a grievance. "I was a footman with the old Lord Garretmore that time.
Sure that was where the chandelier came from. A grand house it was, too--big slobs of marble on the tables, and gold legs under them, and ye'd bog to the knees in the carpets. Well, it was the first night after me getting the teeth, there was a gentleman stayed for dinner, and he was to go away by the night train. Forty horses were in the stables, and there wasn't one but was out at gra.s.s, and I had to go out beating the bushes for an old mare that was round the house always, herself and her foal, to put her under the side car. 'Prua! Prua!'
says I, calling the mare in the dark, and with that the teeth lepped out of my mouth, with respects to you!"
"Oh, fie!" said the mother of the young lady.
"What did you do then, James?" inquired the Doctor.
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