Possibly it was very weak of the major, but he had fresh in his memory,
several little pieces of bitter ridicule directed at him by the captain,
respecting the botanical pursuit in which he engaged.
Now, it so happened that early in the day the major had been out for a
long walk, and had come upon a magnificent cluster of a fungus that he
had not yet tried for its edible qualities. It was the peculiar
grey-brown, scaly-topped mushroom, called by botanists _Amanita
Rubescens_, and said to be of admirable culinary value.
"We'll have a dish of these to-night," thought the major, picking a fair
quantity of the choicest specimens, which he took home and gave to the
butler, with instructions to hand them to the cook for a dish in the
second course.
Morris, the butler, put the basket down upon the hall table, and went to
see to the drawing down of a window blind; and no sooner had he gone
than Rolph, who had heard the order, came from the billiard-room into
the hall to get his hat and stick preparatory to starting for a walk.
He was passing the major's basket where it stood upon the hall table,
when an idea flashed across his brain, and he stopped, glanced round,
grinned, and then, as no one was near, took up the creel, walked swiftly
across the hall out into the garden, dived into the plantation, ran
rapidly down the long walk out of sight of the house, and turned into
the pheasant preserve. Here, throwing out the major's fungi, he looked
sharply about and soon collected an equal quantity of the first
specimens he encountered, and then turned back.
"A sarcastic old humbug," he muttered; "let him have a dish of these,
and if any of them disagree with him, it will be a lesson for the old
wretch. He experimented upon me once with his confounded _boleti_, as
he called them; now, I'll experimentalise upon him."
As a rule such an act as this could not have been performed unseen, but
fate favoured the captain upon this occasion, and he reached the hall
without being noticed, replaced the creel upon the table from which he
had taken it, and then went for a walk.
Now, it so happened that Morris, the butler, had crossed the hall since,
but the creel not being where he had placed it, he did not recall his
orders; but going to answer a bell half-an-hour afterwards, he caught
sight of the basket, remembered what he had been told, and, on his
return, took the fungi into the kitchen.
"Here, cook," he said, "you're to dress these for the second course."
In due time cook, who was a very slow-moving, thoughtful woman, found
herself by the basket which she opened, and then turned the fungi out
upon a dish.
"Well," she exclaimed, "of all the trash! Mrs Mason, do, for goodness'
sake, look at these."
Glynne's maid, who was performing some mystic kind of cooking on her own
account, to wit, stirring up a saucepan full of thin blue starch with a
tallow candle, turned and looked at the basket of fungi, and said,--
"Oh, the idea! What are they for?"
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