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waggon, and horses, and all; while George probably would stand and gape; and the end of it would be, they would all be had up for murder. He diverged from the alarming prospect, by a renewal of the foregoing alternative to the gentleman who had constituted himself the young woman’s protector. If he parted company with them, they would immediately part company with the young woman, whose condition was evident.

      ‘Why, couldn’t you tall that?’ said the waggoner, as Evan, tingling at the ears, remained silent.

      ‘I know nothing of such things,’ he answered, hastily, like one hurt.

      I have to repeat the statement, that he was a youth, and a modest one. He felt unaccountably, unreasonably, but horridly, ashamed. The thought of his actual position swamped the sickening disgust at tailordom. Worse, then, might happen to us in this extraordinary world! There was something more abhorrent than sitting with one’s legs crossed, publicly stitching, and scoffed at! He called vehemently to the waggoner to whip the horses, and hurry ahead into Fallowfield; but that worthy, whatever might be his dire alarms, had a regular pace, that was conscious of no spur: the reply of ‘All right!’ satisfied him at least; and Evan’s chaste sighs for the appearance of an assistant petticoat round a turn of the road, were offered up duly, to the measure of the waggoner’s steps.

      Suddenly the waggoner came to a halt, and said ‘Blest if that Gearge bain’t a snorin’ on his pins!’

      Evan lingered by him with some curiosity, while the waggoner thumped his thigh to, ‘Yes he be! no he bain’t!’ several times, in eager hesitation.

      ‘It’s a fellow calling from the downs,’ said Evan.

      ‘Ay, so!’ responded the waggoner. ‘Dang’d if I didn’t think ‘twere that Gearge of our’n. Hark awhile.’

      At a repetition of the call, the waggoner stopped his team. After a few minutes, a man appeared panting on the bank above them, down which he ran precipitately, knocked against Evan, apologized with the little breath that remained to him, and then held his hand as to entreat a hearing. Evan thought him half-mad; the waggoner was about to imagine him the victim of a midnight assault. He undeceived them by requesting, in rather flowery terms, conveyance on the road and rest for his limbs. It being explained to him that the waggon was already occupied, he comforted himself aloud with the reflection that it was something to be on the road again for one who had been belated, lost, and wandering over the downs for the last six hours.

      ‘Walcome to git in, when young woman gits out,’ said the waggoner. ‘I’ll gi’ ye my sleep on t’ Hillford.’

      ‘Thanks, worthy friend,’ returned the new comer. ‘The state of the case is this—I’m happy to take from humankind whatsoever I can get. If this gentleman will accept of my company, and my legs hold out, all will yet be well.’

      Though he did not wear a petticoat, Evan was not sorry to have him. Next to the interposition of the Gods, we pray for human fellowship when we are in a mess. So he mumbled politely, dropped with him a little to the rear, and they all stepped out to the crack of the waggoner’s whip.

      ‘Rather a slow pace,’ said Evan, feeling bound to converse.

      ‘Six hours on the downs makes it extremely suitable to me,’ rejoined the stranger.

      ‘You lost your way?’

      ‘I did, sir. Yes; one does not court those desolate regions wittingly. I am for life and society. The embraces of Diana do not agree with my constitution. If classics there be who differ from me, I beg them to take six hours on the downs alone with the moon, and the last prospect of bread and cheese, and a chaste bed, seemingly utterly extinguished. I am cured of my romance. Of course, when I say bread and cheese, I speak figuratively. Food is implied.’

      Evan stole a glance at his companion.

      ‘Besides,’ the other continued, with an inflexion of grandeur, ‘for a man accustomed to his hunters, it is, you will confess, unpleasant—I speak’ hypothetically—to be reduced to his legs to that extent that it strikes him shrewdly he will run them into stumps.’

      The stranger laughed.

      The fair lady of the night illumined his face, like one who recognized a subject. Evan thought he knew the voice. A curious struggle therein between native facetiousness and an attempt at dignity, appeared to Evan not unfamiliar; and the egregious failure of ambition and triumph of the instinct, helped him to join, the stranger in his mirth.

      ‘Jack Raikes?’ he said: ‘surely?’

      ‘The man!’ it was answered to him. ‘But you? and near our old school—Viscount Harrington? These marvels occur, you see—we meet again by night.’

      Evan, with little gratification at the meeting, fell into their former comradeship; tickled by a recollection of his old schoolfellow’s India-rubber mind.

      Mr. Raikes stood about a head under him. He had extremely mobile features; thick, flexible eyebrows; a loose, voluble mouth; a ridiculous figure on a dandified foot. He represented to you one who was rehearsing a part he wished to act before the world, and was not aware that he took the world into his confidence.

      How he had come there his elastic tongue explained in tropes and puns and lines of dramatic verse. His patrimony spent, he at once believed himself an actor, and he was hissed off the stage of a provincial theatre.

      ‘Ruined, the last ignominy endured, I fled from the gay vistas of the Bench—for they live who would thither lead me! and determined, the day before the yesterday—what think’st thou? why to go boldly, and offer myself as Adlatus to blessed old Cudford! Yes! a little Latin is all that remains to me, and I resolved, like the man I am, to turn, hic, hac, hoc, into bread and cheese, and beer: Impute nought foreign to me, in the matter of pride.’

      ‘Usher in our old school—poor old Jack!’ exclaimed Evan.

      ‘Lieutenant in the Cudford Academy!’ the latter rejoined. ‘I walked the distance from London. I had my interview with the respected principal. He gave me of mutton nearest the bone, which, they say, is sweetest; and on sweet things you should not regale in excess. Endymion watched the sheep that bred that mutton! He gave me the thin beer of our boyhood, that I might the more soberly state my mission. That beer, my friend, was brewed by one who wished to form a study for pantomimic masks. He listened with the gravity which is all his own to the recital of my career; he pleasantly compared me to Phaethon, congratulated the river Thames at my not setting it on fire in my rapid descent, and extended to me the three fingers of affectionate farewell. “You an usher, a rearer of youth, Mr. Raikes? Oh, no! Oh, no!” That was all I could get out of him. ‘Gad! he might have seen that I didn’t joke with the mutton-bone. If I winced at the beer it was imperceptible. Now a man who can do that is what I call a man in earnest.’

      ‘You’ve just come from Cudford?’ said Evan.

      ‘Short is the tale, though long the way, friend Harrington. From Bodley is ten miles to Beckley. I walked them. From Beckley is fifteen miles to Fallowfield. Them I was traversing, when, lo! near sweet eventide a fair horsewoman riding with her groom at her horse’s heels. “Lady,” says I, addressing her, as much out of the style of the needy as possible, “will you condescend to direct me to Fallowfield?”—“Are you going to the match?” says she. I answered boldly that I was. “Beckley’s in,” says she, “and you’ll be in time to see them out, if you cut across the downs there.” I lifted my hat—a desperate measure, for the brim won’t bear much—but honour to women though we perish. She bowed: I cut across the downs. In fine, Harrington, old boy, I’ve been wandering among those downs for the last seven or eight hours. I was on the point of turning my back on the road for the twentieth time, I believe when I heard your welcome vehicular music, and hailed you; and I ask you, isn’t it luck for a fellow who hasn’t got a penny in his pocket, and is as hungry as five hundred hunters, to drop on an old friend like this?’

      Evan answered with the question:

      ‘Where was it you said you met the young lady?’

      ‘In the first place, O Amadis! I never said she was young. You’re on the scent, I see.’

      Nursing

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