The Castle Inn

Chapter 9

ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

The scene presented by the room at this moment was sufficiently

singular. The waiters, drawn to the spot by the fury of my lady's tone,

peered in at the half-opened door, and asking one another what the

fracas was about, thought so; and softly called to others to witness it.

On one side of the table rose Lady Dunborough, grim and venomous; on the

other the girl stood virtually alone--for the elder woman had fallen to

weeping helplessly, and the attorney seemed to be unequal to this new

combatant. Even so, and though her face betrayed trouble and some

irresolution, she did not blench, but faced her accuser with a slowly

rising passion that overcame her shyness.

'Madam,' she said, 'I did not clearly catch your name. Am I right in

supposing that you are Lady Dunborough?'

The peeress swallowed her rage with difficulty. 'Go!' she cried, and

pointed afresh to the door. 'How dare you bandy words with me? Do you

hear me? Go!'

'I am not going at your bidding,' the girl answered slowly. 'Why do you

speak to me like that?' And then, 'You have no right to speak to me in

that way!' she continued, in a flush of indignation.

'You impudent creature!' Lady Dunborough cried. 'You shameless,

abandoned baggage! Who brought you in out of the streets? You, a

kitchen-wench, to be sitting at this table smiling at your betters!

I'll--Ring the bell! Ring the bell, fool!' she continued impetuously,

and scathed Mr. Thomasson with a look. 'Fetch the landlord, and let me

see this impudent hussy thrown out! Ay, madam, I suppose you are here

waiting for my son; but you have caught me instead, and I'll be

bound. I'll--'

'You'll disgrace yourself,' the girl retorted with quiet pride. But she

was very white. 'I know nothing of your son.'

'A fig for the lie, mistress!' cried the old harridan; and added, as was

too much the fashion in those days, a word we cannot print. The Duchess

of Northumberland had the greater name for coarseness; but Lady

Dunborough's tongue was known in town. 'Ay, that smartens you, does it?

'she continued with cruel delight; for the girl had winced as from a

blow. 'But here comes the landlord, and now out you go. Ay, into the

streets, mistress! Hoity-toity, that dirt like you should sit at tables!

Go wash the dishes, slut!'

There was not a waiter who saw the younger woman's shame who did not

long to choke the viscountess. As for the attorney, though he had vague

fears of privilege before his eyes, and was clogged by the s*x of the

assailant, he could remain silent no longer.

'My lady,' he cried, in a tone of trembling desperation, 'you will--you

will repent this! You don't know what you are doing. I tell you that

to-morrow--'

'What is this?' said a quiet voice. It was the landlord's; he spoke as

he pushed his way through the group at the door. 'Has your ladyship some

complaint to make?' he continued civilly, his eye taking in the

scene--even to the elder woman, who through her tears kept muttering,

'Deary, we ought not to have come here! I told him we ought not to come

here!' And then, before her ladyship could reply, 'Is this the

party--that have Sir George Soane's rooms?' he continued, turning to

the nearest servant.

Lady Dunborough answered for the man. 'Ay!' she said, pitiless in her

triumph. 'They are! And know no more of Soane than the hair of my head!

They are a party of fly-by-nights; and for this fine madam, she is a

kitchen dish-washer at Oxford! And the commonest, lowest slut that--'

'Your ladyship has said enough,' the landlord interposed, moved by pity

or the girl's beauty. 'I know already that there has been some mistake

here, and that these persons have no right to the rooms they occupy. Sir

George Soane has alighted within the last few minutes--'

'And knows nothing of them!' my lady cried, clapping her hands in

triumph.

'That is so,' the landlord answered ominously. Then, turning to the

bewildered attorney, 'For you, sir,' he continued, 'if you have anything

to say, be good enough to speak. On the face of it, this is a dirty

trick you have played me.'

'Trick?' cried the attorney.

'Ay, trick, man. But before I send for the constable--'

'The constable?' shrieked Mr. Fishwick. Truth to tell, it had been his

own idea to storm the splendours of the Castle Inn; and for certain

reasons he had carried it in the teeth of his companions' remonstrances.

Now between the suddenness of the onslaught made on them, the

strangeness of the surroundings, Sir George's inopportune arrival, and

the scornful grins of the servants who thronged the doorway, he was

cowed. For a moment his wonted sharpness deserted him; he faltered and

changed colour. 'I don't know what you mean,' he said. 'I gave--I gave

the name of Soane; and you--you assigned me the rooms. I thought it

particularly civil, sir, and was even troubled about the expense--'

'Is your name Soane?' Mr. Smith asked with blunt-ness; he grew more

suspicious as the other's embarrassment increased.

'No,' Mr. Fishwick admitted reluctantly. 'But this young lady's name--'

'Is Soane?'

'Yes.'

Mr. Thomasson stepped forward, grim as fate. 'That is not true,' he said

coldly. 'I am a Fellow of Pembroke College, Oxford, at present in

attendance on her ladyship; and I identify this person'--he pointed to

the girl--'as the daughter of a late servant of the College, and this

woman as her mother. I have no doubt that the last thing they expected

to find in this place was one who knew them.'

The landlord nodded. 'Joe,' he said, turning to a servant, 'fetch the

constable. You will find him at the Falcon.'

'That is talking!' cried my lady, clapping her hands gleefully. 'That is

talking!' And then addressing the girl, 'Now, madam,' she said, 'I'll

have your pride pulled down! If I don't have you in the stocks for this,

tease my back!'

There was a snigger at that, in the background, by the door; and a crush

to get in and see how the rogues took their exposure; for my lady's

shrill voice could be heard in the hall, and half the inn was running to

listen. Mrs. Masterson, who had collapsed at the mention of the

constable, and could now do nothing but moan and weep, and the attorney,

who spluttered vain threats in a voice quavering between fear and

passion evoked little sympathy. But the girl, who through all remained

silent, white, and defiant, who faced all, the fingers of one hand

drumming on the table before her, and her fine eyes brooding scornfully

on the crowd, drew from more than one the compliment of a quicker breath

and a choking throat. She was the handsomest piece they had seen, they

muttered, for many a day--as alien, from the other two as light from

darkness; and it is not in man's nature to see beauty humiliated, and

feel no unpleasant emotion. If there was to be a scene, and she did not

go quietly--in that case more than one in the front rank, who read the

pride in her eyes, wished he were elsewhere.

Suddenly the crowd about the door heaved. It opened slowly, and a voice,

airy and indifferent, was heard remarking, 'Ah! These are the people,

are they? Poor devils! 'Then a pause; and then, in a tone of

unmistakable surprise, 'Hallo!' the newcomer cried as he emerged and

stared at the scene before him. 'What is this?'

The attorney almost fell on his knees. 'Sir George!' he screamed. 'My

dear Sir George! Honoured sir, believe me I am innocent of any

ill-meaning.'

'Tut-tut!' said Sir George, who might have just stepped out of his

dressing-closet instead of his carriage, so perfect was his array, from

the ruffles that fell gracefully over his wrists to the cravat that

supported his chin. 'Tut-tut! Lord, man, what is the meaning of this?'

'We are going to see,' the landlord answered drily, forestalling the

lawyer's reply. 'I have sent for the constable, Sir George.'

'But, Sir George, you'll speak for us?' Mr. Fishwick cried piteously,

cutting the other short in his turn. 'You will speak for us? You know

me. You know that I am a respectable man. Oh, dear me, if this were told

in Wallingford!' he continued; 'and I have a mother aged seventy! It is

a mistake--a pure mistake, as I am prepared to prove. I appeal to you,

sir. Both I and my friends--'

He was stopped on that word; and very strangely. The girl turned on him,

her cheeks scarlet. 'For shame!' she cried with indignation that seemed

to her hearers inexplicable. 'Be silent, will you?'

Sir George stared with the others. 'Oh!' said Lady Dunborough, 'so you

have found your voice, have you, miss--now that there is a

gentleman here?'

'But--what is it all about?' Sir George asked.

'They took your rooms, sir,' the landlord explained respectfully.

'Pooh! is that all?' Soane answered contemptuously. What moved him he

could not tell; but in his mind he had chosen his side. He did not like

Lady Dunborough.

'But they are not,' the landlord objected, 'they are not the persons

they say they are, Sir George.'

'Chut!' said Soane carelessly. 'I know this person, at any rate. He is

respectable enough. I don't understand it at all. Oh, is that you,

Thomasson?'

Mr. Thomasson had fallen back a pace on Sir George's entrance; but being

recognised he came forward. 'I think that you will acknowledge, my dear

sir,' he said persuasively--and his tone was very different from that

which he had taken ten minutes earlier--'that at any rate--they are not

proper persons to sit down with her ladyship.'

'But why should they sit down with her?' said Sir George the

fashionable, slightly raising his eyebrows.

'Hem--Sir George, this is Lady Dunborough,' replied Mr. Thomasson, not a

little embarrassed.

Soane's eyes twinkled as he returned the viscountess's glance. But he

bowed profoundly, and with a sweep of his hat that made the rustics

stare. 'Your ladyship's most humble servant,' he said. 'Allow me to hope

that Mr. Dunborough is perfectly recovered. Believe me, I greatly

regretted his mischance.'

But Lady Dunborough was not so foolish as to receive his overtures

according to the letter. She saw plainly that he had chosen his

side--the impertinent fop, with his airs and graces!--and she was not to

be propitiated. 'Pray leave my son's name apart,' she answered, tossing

her head contemptuously. 'After what has happened, sir, I prefer not to

discuss him with you.'

Sir George raised his eyebrows, and bowed as profoundly as before. 'That

is entirely as your ladyship pleases,' he said. Nevertheless he was not

accustomed to be snubbed, and he set a trifle to her account.

'But for that creature,' she continued, trembling with passion, 'I will

not sleep under the same roof with her.'

Sir George simpered. 'I am sorry for that,' he said. 'For I am afraid

that the Falcon in the town is not the stamp of house to suit your

ladyship.'

The viscountess gasped. 'I should like to know why you champion her,'

she cried violently. 'I suppose you came here to meet her.'

'Alas, madam, I am not so happy,' he answered--with such blandness that

a servant by the door choked, and had to be hustled out in disgrace.

'But since Miss--er--Masterson is here, I shall be glad to place my

rooms at her--mother's disposal.'

'There are no rooms,' said the landlord. Between the two he was growing

bewildered.

'There are mine,' said Sir George drily.

'But for yourself, Sir George?'

'Oh, never mind me, my good man. I am here to meet Lord Chatham, and

some of his people will accommodate me.'

'Well, of course,' Mr. Smith answered, rubbing his hands dubiously--for

he had sent for the constable--'of course, Sir George--if you wish it.

I did not understand for whom the rooms were ordered, or--or this

unpleasantness would not have arisen.'

'To be sure,' Sir George drawled good-naturedly. 'Give the constable

half-a-crown, Smith, and charge it to me.' And he turned on his heel.

But at this appearance of a happy issue, Lady Dunborough's rage and

chagrin, which had been rising higher and higher with each word of the

dialogue, could no longer be restrained. In an awful voice, and with a

port of such majesty that an ordinary man must have shaken in his shoes

before her towering headdress, 'Am I to understand,' she cried, 'that,

after all that has been said about these persons, you propose to

harbour them?'

The landlord looked particularly miserable; luckily he was saved from

the necessity of replying by an unexpected intervention.

'We are much obliged to your ladyship,' the girl behind the table said,

speaking rapidly, but in a voice rather sarcastic than vehement. 'There

were reasons why I thought it impossible that we should accept this

gentleman's offer. But the words you have applied to me, and the spirit

in which your ladyship has dealt with me, make it impossible for us to

withdraw and lie under the--the vile imputations, you have chosen to

cast upon me. For that reason,' she continued with spirit, her face

instinct with indignation, 'I do accept from this gentleman--and with

gratitude--what I would fain refuse. And if it be any matter to your

ladyship, you have only your unmannerly words to thank for it.'

'Ho! ho!' the viscountess cried in affected contempt. 'Are we to be

called in question by creatures like these? You vixen! I spit upon you!'

Mr. Thomasson smiled in a sickly fashion. For one thing, he began to

feel hungry; he had not supped. For another, he wished that he had kept

his mouth shut, or had never left Oxford. With a downcast air, 'I think

it might be better,' he said, 'if your ladyship were to withdraw from

this company.'

But her ladyship was at that moment as dangerous as a tigress. 'You

think?' she cried. 'You think? I think you are a fool!'

A snigger from the doorway gave point to the words; on which Lady

Dunborough turned wrathfully in that direction. But the prudent landlord

had slipped away, Sir George also had retired, and the servants and

others, concluding the sport was at an end, were fast dispersing. She

saw that redress was not to be had, but that in a moment she would be

left alone with her foes; and though she was bursting with spite, the

prospect had no charms for her. For the time she had failed; nothing she

could say would now alter that. Moreover her ladyship was vaguely

conscious that in the girl, who still stood pitilessly behind the table,

as expecting her to withdraw, she had met her match. The beautiful face

and proud eyes that regarded her so steadfastly had a certain terror for

the battered great lady, who had all to lose in a conflict, and saw

dimly that coarse words had no power to hurt her adversary.

So Lady Dunborough, after a moment's hesitation, determined to yield the

field. Gathering her skirts about her with a last gesture of contempt,

she sailed towards the door, resolved not to demean herself by a single

word. But halfway across the room her resolution, which had nearly cost

her a fit, gave way. She turned, and withering the three travellers with

a glance, 'You--you abandoned creature!' she cried. 'I'll see you in the

stocks yet!' And she swept from the room.

Alas! the girl laughed: and my lady heard her!

Perhaps it was that; perhaps it was the fact that she had not dined,

and was leaving her supper behind her; perhaps it was only a general

exasperation rendered her ladyship deaf. From one cause or another she

lost something which her woman said to her--with no small appearance of

excitement--as they crossed the hall. The maid said it again, but with

no better success; and pressing nearer to say it a third time, when they

were halfway up the stairs, she had the misfortune to step on her

mistress's train. The viscountess turned in a fury, and slapped

her cheek.

'You clumsy slut!' she cried. 'Will that teach you to be more careful?'

The woman shrank away, one side of her face deep red, her eyes

glittering. Doubtless the pain was sharp; and though the thing had

happened before, it had never happened in public. But she suppressed her

feelings, and answered whimpering, 'If your ladyship pleases, I wished

to tell you that Mr. Dunborough is here.'

'Mr. Dunborough? Here?' the viscountess stammered.

'Yes, my lady, I saw him alighting as we passed the door.'