Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 1. Lever Charles James

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      ‘Come in,’ said he, thinking it was the waiter, and covering himself up in the clothes; for he was the most bashful creature ever was seen, – ‘come in.’

      The door opened, and what was his horror to find that a lady entered in her dressing-gown, her hair on her shoulders, very much tossed and dishevelled. The moment she came in, she closed the door and locked it, and then sat leisurely down upon a chair.

      Billy’s teeth chattered, and his limbs trembled; for this was an adventure of a very novel kind for him. At last he took courage to speak.

      ‘I am afraid, madam,’ said he, ‘that you are under some unhappy mistake, and that you suppose this chamber is – ’

      ‘Mr. Calvert’s,’ said the lady, with a solemn voice, ‘is it not?’

      ‘Yes, madam, I am that person.’

      ‘Thank God!’ said the lady, with a very impressive tone. ‘Here I am safe.’

      Billy grew very much puzzled at these words; but hoping that by his silence the lady would proceed to some explanation, he said no more. She, however, seemed to think that nothing further was necessary, and sat still and motionless, with her hands before her and her eyes fixed on Billy.

      “‘You seem to forget me, sir?’ said she, with a faint smile.

      “‘I do, indeed, madam; the half-light, the novelty of your costume, and the strangeness of the circumstance altogether must plead for me, if I appear rude enough.’

      “‘I am Lady Mary Boyle,’ said she.

      “‘I do remember you, madam; but may I ask – ’

      “‘Yes, yes; I know what you would ask. You would say, Why are you here? How comes it that you have so far outstepped the propriety of which your whole life is an example, that alone, at such a time, you appear in the chamber of a man whose character for gallantry – ’

      “‘Oh, indeed – indeed, my lady, nothing of the kind!’

      “‘Ah, alas! poor defenceless women learn, too late, how constantly associated is the retiring modesty which decries, with the pleasing powers which ensure success – ’

      “Here she sobbed, Billy blushed, and the clock struck nine.

      “‘May I then beg, madam – ’

      “‘Yes, yes, you shall hear it all; but my poor scattered faculties will not be the clearer by your hurrying me. You know, perhaps,’ continued she, ‘that my maiden name was Rogers?’ He of the blankets bowed, and she resumed, ‘It is now eighteen years since, that a young, unsuspecting, fond creature, reared in all the care and fondness of doting parents, tempted her first step in life, and trusted her fate to another’s keeping. I am that unhappy person; the other, that monster in human guise that smiled but to betray, that won but to ruin and destroy, is he whom you know as Sir Harry Boyle.’

      “Here she sobbed for some minutes, wiped her eyes, and resumed her narrative. Beginning at the period of her marriage, she detailed a number of circumstances in which poor Calvert, in all his anxiety to come au fond at matters, could never perceive bore upon the question in any way; but as she recounted them all with great force and precision, entreating him to bear in mind certain circumstances to which she should recur by and by, his attention was kept on the stretch, and it was only when the clock struck ten that he was fully aware how his morning was passing, and what surmises his absence might originate.

      “‘May I interrupt you for a moment, dear madam? Was it nine or ten o’clock which struck last?’

      “‘How should I know?’ said she, frantically. ‘What are hours and minutes to her who has passed long years of misery?’

      “‘Very true, very true,’ replied he, timidly, and rather fearing for the intellect of his fair companion.

      She continued. The narrative, however, so far from becoming clearer, grew gradually more confused and intricate; and as frequent references were made by the lady to some previous statement, Calvert was more than once rebuked for forgetfulness and inattention, where in reality nothing less than short-hand could have borne him through.

      “‘Was it in ‘93 I said that Sir Harry left me at Tuam?’

      “‘Upon my life, madam, I am afraid to aver; but it strikes me – ’

      “‘Gracious powers! and this is he whom I fondly trusted to make the depository of my woes! Cruel, cruel man!’

      “Here she sobbed considerably for several minutes, and spoke not. A loud cheer of ‘Butler forever!’ from the mob without now burst upon their hearing, and recalled poor Calvert at once to the thought that the hours were speeding fast and no prospect of the everlasting tale coming to an end.

      “‘I am deeply, most deeply grieved, my dear madam,’ said the little man, sitting up in a pyramid of blankets; ‘but hours, minutes, are most precious to me this morning. I am about to be proposed as member for Kilkenny.’

      “At these words the lady straightened her figure out, threw her arms at either side, and burst into a fit of laughter which poor Calvert knew at once to be hysterics. Here was a pretty situation! The bell-rope lay against the opposite wall; and even if it did not, would he be exactly warranted in pulling it?

      “‘May the devil and all his angels take Sir Harry Boyle and his whole connection to the fifth generation!’ was his sincere prayer as he sat like a Chinese juggler under his canopy.

      “At length the violence of the paroxysm seemed to subside; the sobs became less frequent, the kicking less forcible, and the lady’s eyes closed, and she appeared to have fallen asleep.

      “‘Now is the moment,’ said Billy. ‘If I could only get as far as my dressing-gown.’ So saying, he worked himself down noiselessly to the foot of his bed, looked fixedly at the fallen lids of the sleeping lady, and essayed one leg from the blanket. ‘Now or never,’ said he, pushing aside the curtain and preparing for a spring. One more look he cast at his companion, and then leaped forth; but just as he lit upon the floor she again roused herself, screaming with horror. Billy fell upon the bed, and rolling himself in the bedclothes, vowed never to rise again till she was out of the visible horizon.

      “‘What is all this? What do you mean, sir?’ said the lady, reddening with indignation.

      “‘Nothing, upon my soul, madam; it was only my dressing-gown.’

      “‘Your dressing-gown!’ said she, with an emphasis worthy of Siddons; ‘a likely story for Sir Harry to believe, sir! Fie, fie, sir!’

      “This last allusion seemed a settler; for the luckless Calvert heaved a profound sigh, and sunk down as if all hope had left him. ‘Butler forever!’ roared the mob. ‘Calvert forever!’ cried a boy’s voice from without. ‘Three groans for the runaway!’ answered this announcement; and a very tender inquiry of, ‘Where is he?’ was raised by some hundred mouths.

      “‘Madam,’ said the almost frantic listener, – ‘madam, I must get up! I must dress! I beg of you to permit me!’

      “‘I have nothing to refuse, sir. Alas, disdain has long been my only portion! Get up, if you will.’

      “‘But,’ said the astonished man, who was well-nigh СКАЧАТЬ