Lord Kilgobbin. Lever Charles James

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СКАЧАТЬ from your sister – at least, it is signed Kate. It says: “There is no cause for alarm. All is going on well, and papa will be back this evening. I write by this post.”’

      ‘What does all that mean?’ cried Dick, in surprise.

      ‘The whole story is in the papers. The boys have taken the opportunity of your father’s absence from home to make a demand for arms at your house, and your sister, it seems, showed fight and beat them off. They talk of two fellows being seen badly wounded, but, of course, that part of the story cannot be relied on. That they got enough to make them beat a retreat is, however, certain; and as they were what is called a strong party, the feat of resisting them is no small glory for a young lady.’

      ‘It was just what Kate was certain to do. There’s no man with a braver heart.’

      I wonder how the beautiful Greek behaved? I should like greatly to hear what part she took in the defence of the citadel. Was she fainting or in hysterics, or so overcome by terror as to be unconscious?’

      ‘I’ll make you any wager you like, Kate did the whole thing herself. There was a Whiteboy attack to force the stairs when she was a child, and I suppose we rehearsed that combat fully fifty – ay, five hundred times. Kate always took the defence, and though we were sometimes four to one, she kept us back.’

      ‘By Jove! I think I should be afraid of such a young lady.’

      ‘So you would. She has more pluck in her heart than half that blessed province you come from. That’s the blood of the old stock you are often pleased to sneer at, and of which the present will be a lesson to teach you better.’

      ‘May not the lovely Greek be descended from some ancient stock too? Who is to say what blood of Pericles she had not in her veins? I tell you I’ll not give up the notion that she was a sharer in this glory.’

      ‘If you’ve got the papers with the account, let me see them, Joe. I’ve half a mind to run down by the night-mail – that is, if I can. Have you got any tin, Atlee?’

      ‘There were some shillings in one of my pockets last night. How much do you want?’

      ‘Eighteen-and-six first class, and a few shillings for a cab.’

      ‘I can manage that; but I’ll go and fetch you the papers, there’s time enough to talk of the journey.’

      The newsman had just deposited the Croppy on the table as Joe returned to the breakfast-table, and the story of Kilgobbin headed the first column in large capitals. ‘While our contemporaries,’ it began, ‘are recounting with more than their wonted eloquence the injuries inflicted on three poor labouring men, who, in their ignorance of the locality, had the temerity to ask for alms at Kilgobbin Castle yesterday evening, and were ignominiously driven away from the door by a young lady, whose benevolence was administered through a blunderbuss, we, who form no portion of the polite press, and have no pretension to mix in what are euphuistically called the “best circles” of this capital, would like to ask, for the information of those humble classes among which our readers are found, is it the custom for young ladies to await the absence of their fathers to entertain young gentlemen tourists? and is a reputation for even heroic courage not somewhat dearly purchased at the price of the companionship of the admittedly most profligate man of a vicious and corrupt society? The heroine who defended Kilgobbin can reply to our query.’

      Joe Atlee read this paragraph three times over before he carried in the paper to Kearney.

      ‘Here’s an insolent paragraph, Dick,’ he cried, as he threw the paper to him on the bed. ‘Of course it’s a thing cannot be noticed in any way, but it’s not the less rascally for that.’

      ‘You know the fellow who edits this paper, Joe?’ said Kearney, trembling with passion.

      ‘No; my friend is doing his bit of oakum at Kilmainham. They gave him thirteen months, and a fine that he’ll never be able to pay; but what would you do if the fellow who wrote it were in the next room at this moment?’

      ‘Thrash him within an inch of his life.’

      ‘And, with the inch of life left him, he’d get strong again and write at you and all belonging to you every day of his existence. Don’t you see that all this license is one of the prices of liberty? There’s no guarding against excesses when you establish a rivalry. The doctors could tell you how many diseased lungs and aneurisms are made by training for a rowing match.’

      ‘I’ll go down by the mail to-night and see what has given the origin to this scandalous falsehood.’

      ‘There’s no harm in doing that, especially if you take me with you.’

      ‘Why should I take you, or for what?’

      ‘As guide, counsellor, and friend.’

      ‘Bright thought, when all the money we can muster between us is only enough for one fare.’

      ‘Doubtless, first class; but we could go third class, two of us for the same money. Do you imagine that Damon and Pythias would have been separated if it came even to travelling in a cow compartment?’

      ‘I wish you could see that there are circumstances in life where the comic man is out of place.’

      ‘I trust I shall never discover them; at least, so long as Fate treats me with “heavy tragedy.”’

      ‘I’m not exactly sure, either, whether they ‘d like to receive you just now at Kilgobbin.’

      ‘Inhospitable thought! My heart assures me of a most cordial welcome.’

      ‘And I should only stay a day or two at farthest.’

      ‘Which would suit me to perfection. I must be back here by Tuesday if I had to walk the distance.’

      ‘Not at all improbable, so far as I know of your resources.’

      ‘What a churlish dog it is! Now had you, Master Dick, proposed to me that we should go down and pass a week at a certain small thatched cottage on the banks of the Ban, where a Presbyterian minister with eight olive branches vegetates, discussing tough mutton and tougher theology on Sundays, and getting through the rest of the week with the parables and potatoes, I’d have said, Done!’

      ‘It was the inopportune time I was thinking of. Who knows what confusion this event may not have thrown them into? If you like to risk the discomfort, I make no objection.’

      ‘To so heartily expressed an invitation there can be but one answer, I yield.’

      ‘Now look here, Joe, I’d better be frank with you: don’t try it on at Kilgobbin as you do with me.’

      ‘You are afraid of my insinuating manners, are you?’

      ‘I am afraid of your confounded impudence, and of that notion you cannot get rid of, that your cool familiarity is a fashionable tone.’

      ‘How men mistake themselves. I pledge you my word, if I was asked what was the great blemish in my manner, I’d have said it was bashfulness.’

      ‘Well, then, it is not!’

      ‘Are you sure, Dick, are you quite sure?’

      ‘I am quite sure, and unfortunately for you, you’ll СКАЧАТЬ