St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 394 pages of information about St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England.

St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 394 pages of information about St. Ives, Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England.

Some of them were fairly presentable; and they were all Christian martyrs compared to Rowley; but they were in a frolicsome and rollicking humour that promised danger as we approached the town.  They sang songs, they ran races, they fenced with their walking-sticks and umbrellas; and, in spite of this violent exercise, the fun grew only the more extravagant with the miles they traversed.  Their drunkenness was deep-seated and permanent, like fire in a peat; or rather—­to be quite just to them—­it was not so much to be called drunkenness at all, as the effect of youth and high spirits--a fine night, and the night young, a good road under foot, and the world before you!

I had left them once somewhat unceremoniously; I could not attempt it a second time; and, burthened as I was with Mr. Rowley, I was really glad of assistance.  But I saw the lamps of Edinburgh draw near on their hill-top with a good deal of uneasiness, which increased, after we had entered the lighted streets, to positive alarm.  All the passers-by were addressed, some of them by name.  A worthy man was stopped by Forbes.  ‘Sir,’ said he, ’in the name of the Senatus of the University of Cramond, I confer upon you the degree of LL.D.,’ and with the words he bonneted him.  Conceive the predicament of St. Ives, committed to the society of these outrageous youths, in a town where the police and his cousin were both looking for him!  So far, we had pursued our way unmolested, although raising a clamour fit to wake the dead; but at last, in Abercromby Place, I believe—­at least it was a crescent of highly respectable houses fronting on a garden—­Byfield and I, having fallen somewhat in the rear with Rowley, came to a simultaneous halt.  Our ruffians were beginning to wrench off bells and door-plates!

‘Oh, I say!’ says Byfield, ’this is too much of a good thing!  Confound it, I’m a respectable man—­a public character, by George!  I can’t afford to get taken up by the police.’

‘My own case exactly,’ said I.

‘Here, let’s bilk them,’ said he.

And we turned back and took our way down hill again.

It was none too soon:  voices and alarm bells sounded; watchmen here and there began to spring their rattles; it was plain the University of Cramond would soon be at blows with the police of Edinburgh!  Byfield and I, running the semi-inanimate Rowley before us, made good despatch, and did not stop till we were several streets away, and the hubbub was already softened by distance.

‘Well, sir,’ said he, ’we are well out of that!  Did ever any one see such a pack of young barbarians?’

‘We are properly punished, Mr. Byfield; we had no business there,’ I replied.

’No, indeed, sir, you may well say that!  Outrageous!  And my ascension announced for Friday, you know!’ cried the aeronaut.  ’A pretty scandal!  Byfield the aeronaut at the police-court!  Tut-tut!  Will you be able to get your rascal home, sir?  Allow me to offer you my card.  I am staying at Walker and Poole’s Hotel, sir, where I should be pleased to see you.’

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