Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"François, I subscribe heartily to that," says I, "and I am sure there
could not have been a bigger blackguard of a servant. And may I say,
François, that I never took a deeper pleasure in anything than in
parting with you; and I may even add that if a minute hence I am called
elsewhere, I go with the less irresolution, because I am firm in the
opinion that wherever it may be, I cannot be worse served than I have
been at your hands."
"Your lordship is more than kind," says François humbly.
"No thanks, I beg," says I. "But, François, if chance, who hath served
me nearly as ill as you have and for a rather longer period, sees fit
to arrange that I shall perish by my own hand, I do not doubt that you
will desire some small memento, some small souvenir of so fortunate an
occasion."
"Your lordship is more than kind," says François, more humbly than
before.
"You overwhelm me, François," says I. "If there is any little
knick-knack your fancy turns to, you have only to mention it. The Jews
will but claim it otherwise, and I would almost as lief it fell into
your hands as into theirs."
"As your lordship so emboldens me," says M. François, "I should most
greatly cherish the picture of your grandfather, that wise good
nobleman, that hangs above the mantelpiece, for I am sure I could
devise no more fitting memorial of his grandson."
"François," says I, "would I did not know you for a rogue, for the
chastity of your taste does you so much honour it honours me. But
would you bereave me of the last badge of my respectability? Friends,
fortune, estate, the consideration of the world, all are gone, and you
would now deny me the solace of my heritage. Yet I commend your wisdom
even here, since if you rob others as you have robbed myself, you will
presently be able to purchase half the kingdom of Ireland, and set up
among the landed gentry. You will then, I doubt not, find an ancestor
or two come not amiss. And if of my grandfather's pattern so much the
better, for their virtue will purchase you more credit than any of your
own. But I would recommend myself that you took a few ancestors over
with the property. They would cost less in a lump. Besides, they tell
me they are cheaper in Ireland than anywhere else, except France, where
they are even more common than matrimony."
M. François was gathering himself to make a proper reply to this
harangue, when suddenly we both heard the long-expected footfalls on
the stairs.
"Secure that door," said I. "I will not be taken until chance hath
arbitrated on my destination."
Saying this, without the hesitation of an instant I picked up one of
the pistols lying side by side among the cards. François slipped to
the door and turned the key. Then he went to the mantelpiece, took
down the picture, and placed it under his arm.
"Farewell, my lord," he said, "I leave you with inexpressible regret."
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