The Convenient Marriage (17 page)

The Viscount received the other, made a pass as though to test its flexibility, and stood waiting, the point lightly resting on the ground.

Mr Drelincourt was led to his place, the seconds stepped back. He was alone, facing the Viscount, who had undergone some sort of transformation. The careless good humour had left his handsome face, his roving eye looked remarkably keen and steady, his mouth appallingly grim.

'Ready, gentlemen?' Captain Forde called. 'On guard!'

Mr Drelincourt saw the Viscount's sword flash to the salute, and setting his teeth went through the same motions.

The Viscount opened with a dangerous thrust in prime, which Mr Drelincourt parried, but failed to take advantage of. Now that the assault was begun his jumping nerves became steadier; he remembered Captain Forde's advice, and tried to keep a good guard. As for luring his opponent on, he was kept too busy keeping a proper measure to think of it. An opportunity offering he delivered a thrust in tierce which ought to have ended the affair. But the Viscount parried it by yielding the foible, and countered so quickly that Mr Drelincourt's heart leapt into his mouth as in the very nick of time he recovered his guard.

The sweat was rolling off his brow and his breath came in exhausted gasps. All at once he thought he saw an opening and lunged wildly. Something icily cold pierced his shoulder, and as he reeled the seconds' swords struck his wavering blade upwards. It flew out of his hand, and he sank back into the arms of.Mr Puckleton, who cried out: 'My God, is he killed? Crosby! Oh, there is blood! I positively cannot bear it !'

'Killed? Lord, no!' said Cheston scornfully. 'Here, Parvey, neatly pinked through the shoulder, I take it you are satisfied, Forde?'

'I suppose so,' grunted the Captain. 'Damme, if I ever saw a tamer fight!' He looked disgustedly down at the prostrate form of his principal, and inquired of Dr Parvey whether it was a dangerous wound.

The doctor glanced up from his work and beamingly replied: 'Dangerous, sir? Why, not in the least! A little blood lost, no harm done. A beautifully clean wound!'

The Viscount, struggling into his coat, said: 'Well, I'm for breakfast. Pom, did you bespeak breakfast?'

Sir Roland, who was conferring with Captain Forde, looked over his shoulder. 'Now, Pel, would I forget a thing like that? I'm asking Forde here if he cares to join us.'

'Oh, by all means!' said the Viscount, shaking out his ruffles. 'Well, if you're ready, I am, Pom. I'm devilish hungry.'

With which he linked his arm in Sir Roland's and strolled off to tell his groom to drive the gig round to the inn.

Mr Drelincourt, his shoulder bandaged and his arm put into a sling, was assisted to his feet by the cheerful doctor, and assured that he had merely received a scratch. His surprise at finding himself still alive held him silent for a few moments, but he presently realized that the dreadful affair was at an end, and that his wig lay on the ground beside his shoes.

'My toupet!' he said faintly. 'How could you, Francis? Give it to me at once!'

Chapter Ten

For several days after his encounter with the Viscount Mr Drelincourt kept his bed, a pale and interesting invalid. Having conceived a dislike of Dr Parvey, he rejected all that Member of the Faculty's offers to attend to him to his lodging, and drove home with only the faithful but shaken Mr Puckleton to support him. They shared the vinaigrette, and upon arrival in Jermyn Street Mr Drelincourt was supported upstairs to his bedchamber, while Mr Puckleton sent the valet running to fetch the fashionable Dr Hawkins. Dr Hawkins took a suitably grave view of the wound, and not only blooded Mr Drelincourt, but bade him lie up for a day or two, and sent off the valet once more to Graham's, the apothecary's for some of the famous Dr James's powders.

Mr Puckleton had been so much upset by the fury of the Viscount's sword-play, so thankful that he had not stood in his friend's shoes, that he was inclined to look upon Mr Drelincourt as something of a hero, and said so often that he wondered how Crosby should have challenged Winwood so coolly, that Mr Drelincourt began to feel that he had indeed behaved with great intrepidity. He no less than Mr Puckleton had been impressed by the skill the Viscount displayed, and by dint of dwelling on his lordship's two previous encounters he soon talked himself into believing that he had been pinked by a hardened and expert duellist.

These agreeable reflections were put to flight by the appearance of the Earl of Rule, who came to visit his afflicted relative on the following morning.

Mr Drelincourt had not the smallest desire to meet Rule at the moment, and he sent a hasty message downstairs that he was unable to receive anyone. Congratulating himself on having acted with considerable presence of mind, he composed himself against a bank of pillows, and resumed his study of the
Morning Chronicle
.

He was interrupted by his cousin's pleasant voice. 'I am sorry you are too ill to receive me, Crosby,' said the Earl, walking into the room.

Mr Drelincourt gave prodigious start, and let the
Morning Chronicle
fall. His eyes goggled at Rule, and he said between alarm and indignation: 'I told my man I could not see visitors!'

'I know you did,' replied the Earl, laying his hat and cane on a chair. 'He delivered your message quite properly. Short of laying hands on me there was no stopping me, no stopping me at all, my dear Crosby.'

'I'm sure I don't know why you was so anxious to see me,' said Mr Drelincourt, wondering how much his lordship had heard.

The Earl looked rather surprised. 'But how would it be otherwise, Crosby? My heir desperately wounded, and I not at his side?. Come, come, my dear fellow, you must not believe me so heartless!'

'You are very obliging, Marcus, but I find myself still too weak to converse,' said Mr Drelincourt.

'It must have been a deadly wound, Crosby,' said his lordship sympathetically.

'Oh, as to that, Dr Hawkins does not consider my case desperate. A deep thrust, and I have lost a monstrous amount of blood, and had a deal of fever, but the lung is unharmed.'

'You relieve me, Crosby. I feared that I might be called upon to arrange your obsequies. A melancholy thought!'

'Vastly!' said Mr Drelincourt, eyeing him with resentment.

The Earl pulled a chair forward and sat down. 'You see, I had the felicity of meeting your friend Puckleton,' he explained. 'His account of your condition quite alarmed me. My stupid gullibility, of course. Upon reflection I perceive that I should have guessed from his description of Pelham's swordplay that he was prone to exaggerate.'

'Oh,' said Mr Drelincourt, with a self-conscious laugh, 'I don't profess to be Winwood's match with swords!'

'My dear Crosby, I did not suppose you a master, but this is surely over-modesty?'

Mr Drelincourt said stiffly: 'My Lord Winwood is known to be no mean exponent of the art, I believe.'

'Well, no,' replied the Earl, considering the point. 'I don't think I should call him mean. That is being too severe, perhaps. Let us say a moderate swordsman.'

Mr Drelincourt gathered the scattered sheets of the
Morning Chronicle
together with one shaking hand. 'Very well, my lord, very well, and is that all you have to say? I am ordered to rest, you know.'

'Now you put me in mind of it,' said the Earl, 'I remember there was something else. Ah yes, I have it! Do tell me Crosby - if you are not too exhausted by this tiresome visit of mine, of course - why did you call Pelham out? I am quite consumed by curiosity.'

Mr Drelincourt shot a quick look at him. 'Oh, you might well ask! Indeed, I believe I should have made allowance for his lordship's condition. Drunk, you know, amazingly drunk!'

'You distress me. But continue, dear cousin, pray continue!'

'It was absurd - a drunken fit of spleen, I am persuaded. His lordship took exception to the hat I wear at cards. His behaviour was most violent. In short, before I could know what he would be at he had torn the hat from my head. I could do no less than demand satisfaction, you'll agree.'

'Certainly,' agreed Rule. 'Er - I trust you are satisfied, Crosby?' Mr Drelincourt glared at him. His lordship crossed one leg over the other. 'Strange how misinformed one may be!' he mused. 'I was told - on what I thought credible authority - that Pelham threw a glass of wine in your face.'

There was an uncomfortable pause. 'Well, as to that - his lordship was quite out of his senses, not accountable, you know.'

'So he did throw his wine in your face, Crosby?'

'Yes, oh yes! I have said, he was most violent, quite out of his senses.'

'One might almost suppose him to have been forcing a quarrel on you, might not one?' suggested Rule.

'I daresay, cousin. He was bent on picking a quarrel,' muttered Mr Drelincourt, fidgeting with his sling. 'Had you been present you would know there was no doing anything with him.'

'My very dear Crosby, had I been present,' said Rule softly, 'my well-meaning but misguided young relative would not have committed any of these assaults upon your person.'

'N-no, c-cousin?' stammered Mr Drelincourt.

'No,' said Rule, rising, and picking up his hat and stick. 'He would have left the matter in my hands. And I, Crosby, should have used a cane, not a small-sword.'

Mr Drelincourt seemed to shrink into his pillows. 'I -I am at a loss to understand you, Marcus!'

'Would you like me to make my meaning even clearer?' inquired his lordship.

'Really, I - really, Marcus, this tone—! My wound - I must beg of you to leave me! I am in no fit state to pursue this conversation, which I protest I do not understand. My doctor is expected, moreover!'

'Don't be alarmed, cousin,' said the Earl. 'I shan't try to improve this time on Pelham's handiwork. But you should remember to render up thanks in your prayers for that wound, you know.' With which sweetly-spoken valediction he went out of the room, and quietly closed the door behind him.

Mr Drelincourt might have been slightly consoled had he known that his late opponent had come off very little better at the Earl's hands.

Rule, visiting him earlier, had not much difficulty in getting the full story from Pelham, though the Viscount had tried at first to adhere to precisely the tale Mr Drelincourt told later. However, with those steady grey eyes looking into his, and that lazy voice requesting him to speak the truth, he had faltered, and ended by telling Rule just what happened. Rule listened in patently unadmiring silence, and at the end said: 'Ah - am I expected to thank you for this heroic deed, Pelham?'

The Viscount, who was in the middle of his breakfast, fortified himself with a long draught of ale, and replied airily: 'Well, I won't deny I acted rashly, but I was a trifle in my cups, you know.'

'The thought of what you might have felt yourself compelled to do had you been more than a trifle in your cups I find singularly unnerving,' remarked the Earl.

'Damn it, Marcus, do you tell me you'd have had me pass it by?' demanded Pelham.

'Oh, hardly that!' said Rule. 'But had you refrained from taking it up in public I should have been greatly in your debt.'

The Viscount carved himself a slice of beef. 'Never fear,' he said. 'I've seen to it no one will talk. I told Pom to set it about I was drunk.'

'That was indeed thoughtful of you,' said Rule dryly. 'Do you know, Pelham, I am almost annoyed with you?'

The Viscount laid down his knife and fork and said resignedly : 'Burn it if I see why you should be!'

'I have a constitutional dislike of having my hand forced,' said Rule. 'I thought we were agreed that I should be allowed to - er - manage my affairs alone, and in my own way.'

'Well, so you can,' said the Viscount. 'I ain't stopping you.'

'My dear Pelham, you have - I trust - already done your worst. Until this lamentable occurrence your sister's partiality for Lethbridge was not such as to attract any - er - undue attention.'

'It attracted that little worm's attention,' objected the Viscount.

'Do, Pelham, I beg of you, allow your brain the indulgence of a little thought,' sighed his lordship. 'You forget that Crosby is my heir. The only sustained emotion I have ever seen him display is his violent dislike of my marriage. He has made the whole world privy to it. In fact, I understand he causes considerable amusement in Polite Circles. Without your ill-timed interference, my dear boy, I venture to think that his remark would have been considered mere spite.'

'Oh!' said the Viscount, rather dashed. 'I see.'

'I had hoped that you might,' said Rule.

'Well, but Marcus, so it was spite! Damned spite!'

'Certainly,' agreed Rule. 'But when the lady's brother springs up in a noble fury - you must not think I do not sympathize with you, my dear Pelham: I do, from the bottom of my heart - and takes the thing in so much earnest that he forces a quarrel on willy-nilly; and further issues a veiled challenge to the world at large - you did, did you not, Pel? Ah, yes, I was sure of it! - in case any should dare to repeat the scandal - why, then, there is food enough for speculation! By this time I imagine that there is scarcely a pair of eyes in town not fixed on Horry and Lethbridge. For which, Pelham, I have undoubtedly you to thank.'