Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume III)Black, William
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Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume III)
Black, William
Families -- Fiction; Grandfathers -- Fiction; Older people -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
And if Miss Drexel was vivacious and talkative or her way out, she was
equally so on the way back; so that Vincent, in such cheerful company,
had little reason to regret their having captured and run away with him.
Then again the night was surpassingly beautiful—the moonlight grey on
the land and white on the sea; the heavens cloudless; the world
everywhere apparently silent and asleep. Not that they were to get all
the way home without a little bit of an adventure, however. When they
reached the top of the height just west of Rottingdean, Louie Drexel
proposed that they should get out and walk along the cliff for a while,
leaving the carriage to go slowly on by road. This they accordingly
did; and very soon the carriage was out of sight; for at this point the
highway is formed by a deep cutting in the chalk. It was pleasant to be
by themselves on such a night—high up on this lofty cliff, overlooking
the wide, far-shimmering, silver sea.
Presently there came into the stillness a sound of distant voices; and
shortly afterwards, at the crest of the hill, a band of strayed
revellers appeared in sight, swaying much in their walk, and singing
diverse choruses with energy rather than with skill. They were in high
good humour, all of them. As they drew near, Vincent perceived that one
of them was a soldier; and he seemed the centre of attraction; this one
and that clung to his arm, until their legs, becoming involved, carried
them wide away, when two other members of the group would occupy the
twin places of honour. The soldier was drunk, too; but he had the
honour of the flag to maintain; and made some heroic effort to march
straight.
Now what with their insensate howling and staggering, they were almost
on Vincent and his two companions before they were aware; but instantly
there was a profusion of offers of hospitality. The gentleman must
drink with them, at the Royal Oak. The gentleman declined to drink, and
civilly bade them good-night. At the same moment another member of the
jovial crew appeared to have discovered that there were also two young
ladies here; most probably he had a dim suspicion there might only be
one; however, it was this one, the one nearest, he insisted should also
go down and have a glass at the Royal Oak. It was all done in good
fellowship, with no harm meant; but when at the same time this
particular roysterer declared he would have his sweetheart come along o’
him, and caught Miss Louie by the arm, he had distinctly overstept the
bounds of prudence.
"Hands off!" said Vincent; and he slung the fellow a clip on the ear
that sent him staggering, until his legs got mixed up somehow, and away
he went headlong on to the grass.
Then he said in a rapid undertone to the two girls—
"Off you go to the carriage—quick!"
He turned to the now murmuring group.
"What do you want?" he said. "I can’t fight all of you: I’ll fight the
soldier—make a ring, to see fair play——"
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