Lord Kilgobbin. Lever Charles James

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СКАЧАТЬ he received these two men as he would have received any other two of any rank anywhere.

      ‘These gentlemen have been showing me some strange versions of our little incident here in the Dublin papers,’ said Nina to Lockwood. ‘I scarcely thought we should become so famous.’

      ‘I suppose they don’t stickle much for truth,’ said Lockwood, as he broke his egg in leisurely fashion.

      ‘They were scarcely able to provide a special correspondent for the event,’ said Atlee; ‘but I take it they give the main facts pretty accurately and fairly.’

      ‘Indeed!’ said Lockwood, more struck by the manner than by the words of the speaker. ‘They mention, then, that my friend received a bad fracture of the forearm.’

      ‘No, I don’t think they do; at least so far as I have seen. They speak of a night attack on Kilgobbin Castle, made by an armed party of six or seven men with faces blackened, and their complete repulse through the heroic conduct of a young lady.’

      ‘The main facts, then, include no mention of poor Walpole and his misfortune?’

      ‘I don’t think that we mere Irish attach any great importance to a broken arm, whether it came of a cricket-ball or gun; but we do interest ourselves deeply when an Irish girl displays feats of heroism and courage that men find it hard to rival.’

      ‘It was very fine,’ said Lockwood gravely.

      ‘Fine! I should think it was fine!’ burst out Atlee. ‘It was so fine that, had the deed been done on the other side of this narrow sea, the nation would not have been satisfied till your Poet Laureate had commemorated it in verse.’

      ‘Have they discovered any traces of the fellows?’ said Lockwood, who declined to follow the discussion into this channel.

      ‘My father has gone over to Moate to-day,’ said Kearney, now speaking for the first time, ‘to hear the examination of two fellows who have been taken up on suspicion.’

      ‘You have plenty of this sort of thing in your country,’ said Atlee to Nina.

      ‘Where do you mean when you say my country?’

      ‘I mean Greece.’

      ‘But I have not seen Greece since I was a child, so high; I have lived always in Italy.’

      ‘Well, Italy has Calabria and the Terra del Lavoro.’

      ‘And how much do we in Rome know about either?’

      ‘About as much,’ said Lockwood, ‘as Belgravia does of the Bog of Allen.’

      ‘You’ll return to your friends in civilised life with almost the fame of an African traveller, Major Lockwood,’ said Atlee pertly.

      ‘If Africa can boast such hospitality, I certainly rather envy than compassionate Doctor Livingstone,’ said he politely.

      ‘Somebody,’ said Kearney dryly, ‘calls hospitality the breeding of the savage.’

      ‘But I deny that we are savage,’ cried Atlee. ‘I contend for it that all our civilisation is higher, and that class for class we are in a more advanced culture than the English; that your chawbacon is not as intelligent a being as our bogtrotter; that your petty shopkeeper is inferior to ours; that throughout our middle classes there is not only a higher morality but a higher refinement than with you.’

      ‘I read in one of the most accredited journals of England the other day that Ireland had never produced a poet, could not even show a second-rate humorist,’ said Kearney.

      ‘Swift and Sterne were third-rate, or perhaps, English,’ said Atlee.

      ‘These are themes I’ll not attempt to discuss,’ said Lockwood; ‘but I know one thing, it takes three times as much military force to govern the smaller island.’

      ‘That is to say, to govern the country after your fashion; but leave it to ourselves. Pack your portmanteaus and go away, and then see if we’ll need this parade of horse, foot, and dragoons; these batteries of guns and these brigades of peelers.’

      ‘You’d be the first to beg us to come back again.’

      ‘Doubtless, as the Greeks are begging the Turks. Eh, mademoiselle; can you fancy throwing yourself at the feet of a Pasha and asking leave to be his slave?’

      ‘The only Greek slave I ever heard of,’ said Lockwood, ‘was in marble and made by an American.’

      ‘Come into the drawing-room and I’ll sing you something,’ said Nina, rising.

      ‘Which will be far nicer and pleasanter than all this discussion,’ said Joe.

      ‘And if you’ll permit me,’ said Lockwood, ‘we’ll leave the drawing-room door open and let poor Walpole hear the music.’

      ‘Would it not be better first to see if he’s asleep?’ said she.

      ‘That’s true. I’ll step up and see.’

      Lockwood hurried away, and Joe Atlee, leaning back in his chair, said, ‘Well, we gave the Saxon a canter, I think. As you know, Dick, that fellow is no end of a swell.’

      ‘You know nothing about him,’ said the other gruffly.

      ‘Only so much as newspapers could tell me. He’s Master of the Horse in the Viceroy’s household, and the other fellow is Private Secretary, and some connection besides. I say, Dick, it’s all King James’s times back again. There has not been so much grandeur here for six or eight generations.’

      ‘There has not been a more absurd speech made than that, within the time.’

      ‘And he is really somebody?’ said Nina to Atlee.

      ‘A gran signore davvero,’ said he pompously. ‘If you don’t sing your very best for him, I’ll swear you are a republican.’

      ‘Come, take my arm, Nina. I may call you Nina, may I not?’ whispered Kearney.

      ‘Certainly, if I may call you Joe.’

      ‘You may, if you like,’ said he roughly, ‘but my name is Dick.’

      ‘I am Beppo, and very much at your orders,’ said Atlee, stepping forward and leading her away.

      CHAPTER XIV

AT DINNER

      They were assembled in the drawing-room before dinner, when Lord Kilgobbin arrived, heated, dusty, and tired, after his twelve miles’ drive. ‘I say, girls,’ said he, putting his head inside the door, ‘is it true that our distinguished guest is not coming down to dinner, for, if so, I’ll not wait to dress?’

      ‘No, papa; he said he’d stay with Mr. Walpole. They’ve been receiving and despatching telegrams all day, and seem to have the whole world on their hands,’ said Kate.

      ‘Well, sir, what did you do at the sessions?’

      ‘Yes, my lord,’ broke in Nina, eager to show her more mindful regard to his rank than Atlee displayed; ‘tell us your news?’

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