Lay Morals, and Other PapersStevenson, Robert Louis
Philosophy
Lay Morals, and Other Papers
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Essays; Short stories
‘Archer,’ exclaimed Lord Windermoor, ‘I love you like a son. Le’ ’s have
another bowl.’
‘My lord, for both our sakes, you will excuse me,’ replied Mr. Archer.
‘We both require caution; we must both, for some while at least, avoid
the chance of a pursuit.’
‘Archer,’ quoth his lordship, ‘this is a rank ingratishood. What? I’m
to go firing away in the dark in the cold po’chaise, and not so much as a
game of écarté possible, unless I stop and play with the postillion, the
postillion; and the whole country swarming with thieves and rascals and
highwaymen.’
‘I beg your lordship’s pardon,’ put in the landlord, who now appeared in
the doorway to announce the chaise, ‘but this part of the North Road is
known for safety. There has not been a robbery, to call a robbery, this
five years’ time. Further south, of course, it’s nearer London, and
another story,’ he added.
‘Well, then, if that’s so,’ concluded my lord, ‘le’ ’s have t’other bowl
and a pack of cards.’
‘My lord, you forget,’ said Archer, ‘I might still gain; but it is hardly
possible for me to lose.’
‘Think I’m a sharper?’ inquired the peer. ‘Gen’leman’s parole’s all I
ask.’
But Mr. Archer was proof against these blandishments, and said farewell
gravely enough to Lord Windermoor, shaking his hand and at the same time
bowing very low. ‘You will never know,’ says he, ‘the service you have
done me.’ And with that, and before my lord had finally taken up his
meaning, he had slipped about the table, touched Nance lightly but
imperiously on the arm, and left the room. In face of the outbreak of
his lordship’s lamentations she made haste to follow the truant.
CHAPTER II—IN WHICH MR. ARCHER IS INSTALLED
The chaise had been driven round to the front door; the courtyard lay all
deserted, and only lit by a lantern set upon a window-sill. Through this
Nance rapidly led the way, and began to ascend the swellings of the moor
with a heart that somewhat fluttered in her bosom. She was not afraid,
but in the course of these last passages with Lord Windermoor Mr. Archer
had ascended to that pedestal on which her fancy waited to instal him.
The reality, she felt, excelled her dreams, and this cold night walk was
the first romantic incident in her experience.
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