Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Thereupon he put a vast number of questions all bearing on the
appearance of our assailant. Had he a cast in his eye? a scar on his
lip? Did he speak with a west country burr? and so forth. These were
but a few. For strive as we would to turn the topic towards something
that might disconcert us less, he persisted in returning again and
again to our supposed adventure on the road. The theme seemed to have
a kind of fascination for him. At last it grew too plain that his
pertinacity had serious purpose behind it. Either my fencing grew too
obvious or his queries grew too direct, for I was presently led to see
that he had formed his own opinion on the matter, and that he proposed
to convict us out of our own mouths. It was with an effort therefore
that I retained my politeness, since the deeper one is in the wrong the
more is one inclined to resent its being proved against one.
"I should be obliged, sir," says I, "if you will do us the favour of
forgetting this unfortunate circumstance. We have already come to
regard our property as lost, and having made up our minds upon that we
cease to regret it. Indeed, we had already dismissed so trivial a
matter from our minds, and should not have thought fit to recall it,
had not the predicament of our penury, and the obstinate importunities
of this fellow the landlord, compelled us to allude to it again. You
will vastly oblige me, sir, by ceasing to mention it."
"You are very well schooled in the art of evasion, sir," says the
other. "But I am much too greatly interested in this affair to consent
to its stopping at this. The manner of the appearance of your adorable
companion and yourself here in this place this evening perplexes and
surprises me beyond measure. I humbly crave your pardon if I may seem
to transgress the bounds of good taste, sir, but might I venture to ask
whether you were coming from London or were you going there?"
"Going there," says I incautiously.
"Then I confess," says he smoothly, "my perplexity increases. If you
were going to London, how could it happen that you were descending,
instead of mounting Marling Hill?"
I plainly saw that the fellow had lured me into a trap.
"Really, sir," says I, with some show of heat, "I am sorry that you
cannot see fit to respect my protests. You will do me a real service,
sir, if you will cease to pursue this disagreeable subject."
"I do not doubt you on that last point, sir," says the other. "And I
wonder if I might make so bold as to inquire how it befalls that two
persons who are presumably of the first quality, or at least of great
gentility, are to be found travelling the country in an attire that the
meanest of their servants would think twice before they affected?"
"This is insufferable, this is intolerable," says I. "I decline
peremptorily to answer such questions. They are impertinent, sir,
impertinent; and it grieves me to think that a gentleman of your taste
and discretion could have thought fit to put them."
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