Architects -- Fiction; Castles -- Conservation and restoration -- Fiction; Love stories; Wessex (England) -- Fiction
‘God forbid! As if that would repay me for what you have cost me! But
come, let’s get out of this place to where we can talk more freely.’ He
put his hand through the young man’s arm, and led him round the corner
of the hotel towards the Schloss-Platz.
‘These runs of luck will be your ruin, as I have told you before,’
continued Captain De Stancy. ‘You will be for repeating and repeating
your experiments, and will end by blowing your brains out, as wiser
heads than yours have done. I am glad you have come away, at any rate.
Why did you travel this way?’
‘Simply because I could afford it, of course.--But come, captain,
something has ruffled you to-day. I thought you did not look in the best
temper the moment I saw you. Every sip you took of your pick-up as you
sat there showed me something was wrong. Tell your worry!’
‘Pooh--I can tell you in two words,’ said the captain satirically. ‘Your
arrangement for my wealth and happiness--for I suppose you still claim
it to be yours--has fallen through. The lady has announced to-day that
she means to send for Somerset instantly. She is coming to a personal
explanation with him. So woe to me--and in another sense, woe to you, as
I have reason to fear.’
‘Send for him!’ said Dare, with the stillness of complete abstraction.
‘Then he’ll come.’
‘Well,’ said De Stancy, looking him in the face. ‘And does it make you
feel you had better be off? How about that telegram? Did he ask you to
send it, or did he not?’
‘One minute, or I shall be up such a tree as nobody ever saw the like
of.’
‘Then what did you come here for?’ burst out De Stancy. ‘’Tis my belief
you are no more than a--But I won’t call you names; I’ll tell you quite
plainly that if there is anything wrong in that message to her--which
I believe there is--no, I can’t believe, though I fear it--you have the
chance of appearing in drab clothes at the expense of the Government
before the year is out, and I of being eternally disgraced!’
‘No, captain, you won’t be disgraced. I am bad to beat, I can tell you.
And come the worst luck, I don’t say a word.’
‘But those letters pricked in your skin would say a good deal, it
strikes me.’
‘What! would they strip me?--but it is not coming to that. Look here,
now, I’ll tell you the truth for once; though you don’t believe me
capable of it. I DID concoct that telegram--and sent it; just as a
practical joke; and many a worse one has been only laughed at by honest
men and officers. I could show you a bigger joke still--a joke of
jokes--on the same individual.’
Dare as he spoke put his hand into his breast-pocket, as if the said
joke lay there; but after a moment he withdrew his hand empty, as he
continued:
‘Having invented it I have done enough; I was going to explain it to
you, that you might carry it out. But you are so serious, that I will
leave it alone. My second joke shall die with me.’
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account