Six or eight young men, closely muffled in furs, stood at the door as
I came up, and gravely uncovered to me. They made way for me to pass
in without speaking; and while, stamping the snow from my boots, I said
something about the cold of the morning, they muttered what might mean
assent or the reverse in a low half-sulky tone, that certainly little
invited to further remark.
For a few seconds they talked together in whispers, and then a tall
ill-favored fellow, with a deep scar from the cheek-bone to the upper
lip, came abruptly up to me.
“Look here, young fellow,” said he. “I am to act as your second; and
though, of course, I 'd like to know that the man I handled was a
gentleman, I do not ask you to tell anything about yourself that you
prefer to keep back. I would only say that, if ugly consequences come of
this stupid business, the blame must fall upon you. Your temper provoked
it, is that not true?”
I nodded assent, and he went on.
“So far, all right. The next point is this. We are all on honor that,
whatever happens, not a word or a syllable shall ever escape us. Do you
agree to this?”
“I agree,” said I, calmly.
“Give me your hand on it.”
I gave him my hand; and as he held it in his own, he said, “On the faith
of a gentleman, I will never reveal to my last day what shall pass here
this morning.”
I repeated the words after him, and we moved on into the school.
*****
I had drawn my sofa in front of the fire, and, stretching myself on
it, fell into a deep dreamless sleep. A night's wakefulness, and the
excitement I had gone through, had so far worked upon me that I did not
hear the opening of my door, nor the tread of a heavy man as he came
forward and seated himself by the fire. It was only the cold touch of
hi» fingers on the wrist as he felt my pulse that at last aroused me.
“Don't start, don't flurry yourself,” said he, calmly, to me. “I am the
doctor. I have been to see the other, and I promised to look in on you.”
“How is he? Is it serious?”
“It will be a slow affair. It was an ugly thrust,--all the dorsal
muscles pierced, but no internal mischief done.”
“He will certainly recover then?”
“There is no reason why he should not. But where is this scratch of
yours? Let me see it.”
“It is a nothing, doctor,--a mere nothing. Pray take no trouble about
it.”
“But I must I have pledged myself to examine your wound; and I must keep
my word.”
“Surely these gentlemen are scarcely so very anxious about me,” said I,
in some pique. “Not one of them vouchsafed to see me safe home, though I
had lost some blood, and felt very faint!”
“I did not say it was these gentlemen sent me here,” said he, dryly.
“Then who else knew anything about this business?”
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