Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
It was with the utmost difficulty that I could hold back at this
challenge. I might be very drunk, and therefore doubly disposed to
resent such wanton insults; but I was also sober enough to be aware
that they were not prompted by ill-nature. It was a piece of mischief
merely. We were entirely at his mercy, and he proposed to torment us
to death. Could a fourth person have witnessed this play, he would
have found it a truly diverting affair. First Cynthia was made to
writhe, and then I; and then both of us together; yet at the same time
each quite unknown to the other; whilst the audacious rogue of a fellow
mocked at us both, and defied us to prevent ourselves being made
ridiculous. The unfortunate Cynthia was led on by his disparagement of
me to take up the cudgels warmly on my behalf. The sly look of
satisfaction that shone in him when she did so, was proof enough, if
any were needed, that she was still ministering to his diversion.
"I give you the lie there, sir," says she angrily. "How dare you
presume to malign such a noble brave gentleman! You utter behind his
back that which you dare not utter to his face."
"Good a thousand times," says Mr. Fielding. "This is delightful.
Harkee, my noble, brave gentleman, and tell me if I do not utter it to
your face!"
I clenched my fists; I vowed to myself I would not suffer this impudent
sport another minute. But then there was no gainsaying that I was
abominably drunk; that my pretty innocent was but a child; and that it
was our wedding-day. Come what may, I must bear with the fellow's mad
humour for the present, and requite him in a more seasonable hour.
Cynthia might be angry and I extremely discomposed, but Mr. Fielding
still pressed his jest.
"No, madam, I will not be put off with your arrogance," says he. "I
demand one token from those charming lips as the price of the
satisfaction that you seek."
Covered with a modest confusion, Cynthia was preparing to comply with
this demand unwillingly enough, when I was no longer able to contain my
just resentment. Whatever the consequences, we should not be flouted
so. Therefore as the impudent fellow was in the very act of forcing
this concession from her, I threw caution to the winds, and sprang
forth from my concealment in a violent rage. I aimed a mighty blow at
Mr. Fielding's head; but what with my impetuosity, combined with my
drunken condition, I miscalculated the distance sadly, and instead of
getting home on that audacious person, missed him entirely, and fell
full length at Cynthia's feet.
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