VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea — John Shaqi
VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the CrimeaMurray, David Christie
General
VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea
Murray, David Christie
Fiction
It’ll go pretty hard with you and me, James, if we can’t put down a
pound between us where he can put down twenty shillings. And libel’s
libel in this country, James, and them as chooses to talk it can be made
to pay for it And any man as assaults the honest fame of Jack Jervase
has got Jack Jervase to tackle, my lad. I’ve fowt the Queen’s enemies,
and I’ve fowt my own, and I’ll stand fightin’ till I die.’
‘My dear Jervase,’ said the General. ‘My dear Mr. James! I need not tell
you, I am sure, how entirely certain I am that a very grievous error
has been made in this matter. But I can’t understand--I really
cannot understand--why an absurd charge of that sort should be at
all disturbing to you.’ He turned upon Mr. James with an air of mild
remonstrance, and laid a friendly hand upon his shoulder. ‘Really,
really, really,’ he said, ‘I thought you had more courage.’
Mr. James was for the moment entirely deprived of that most useful
quality. What with the chill which was coming upon him after a hasty and
dangerous ride in that pelting rain and bitter wind through which he
had travelled, and what with the perturbation of his spirit, he trembled
like a shaken jelly, and his eyes were full of terror. John Jervase,
obviously with the intent to make a diversion, turned upon him with a
question.
‘Didn’t you come on horseback? ‘he asked. His cousin stared at him with
an idiotic want of apprehension of the question’s meaning. ‘Didn’t you
come on horseback?’ Jervase asked more loudly than before.
‘I--I suppose so,’ stammered James.
‘Suppose so! ‘his cousin snarled at him, laying an unfriendly hand upon
him and jolting him roughly to and fro. ‘You came on a horse, didn’t
you? And if you didn’t, how the devil did you get here?’
‘Yes, yes, John,’ the trembling rascal answered. ‘I came on horseback,
to be sure--of course I came on horseback. How else,’ he asked feebly,
‘could I have got here on a night like this?’
‘Then where’s the horse? ‘Jervase demanded.
‘I don’t know,’ said James. ‘He has been here before, he knows his way
to the stables. I--I heard him clattering off in that direction, I
am almost sure.’ He made a pitiable attempt to collect himself, and
prattled on. ‘Oh, yes, I am quite sure now--he clattered off towards the
stables--I remember--he has been here before, and he would know his way.
He’s in the grounds in any case, for I know that the gate closed behind
him.’
‘Why didn’t you stop for half a minute, anyhow? ‘asked Jervase, who was
glad of a chance to recover a seeming of composure for himself under the
shelter of a pretended anger. ‘Why didn’t you give somebody the word
in place of leaving a valuable beast like that wandering about in a
tempest?
‘I don’t know,’ James answered, as feebly as ever. ‘I was in a hurry to
get in.’
At this his cousin’s temper broke altogether, or he was willing to
relieve the tension of his own mind by allowing it to seem as if it did
so.
‘Of all the funking, skunking, silly cowardly devils----’
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