Richard Carvel — Volume 08 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 109 pages of information about Richard Carvel — Volume 08.

Richard Carvel — Volume 08 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 109 pages of information about Richard Carvel — Volume 08.

The threat had the desired effect.  And Mrs. Manners quietly left the room, and after a while as quietly came back again and sat down by the fire, whispering to Aunt Lucy.

Fate, in some inexplicable way, had carried me into the enemy’s country and made me the guest of Mr. Marmaduke Manners.  As I lay staring upward, odd little bits of the past came floating to the top of my mind, presently to be pieced together.  The injuries Mr. Marmaduke had done me were the first to collect, since I was searching for the cause of my resentment against him.  The incidents arrived haphazard as magic lanthorn views, but very vivid.  His denial of me before Mr. Dix, and his treachery at Vauxhall, when he had sent me to be murdered.  Next I felt myself clutching the skin over his ribs in Arlington Street, when I had flung him across the room in his yellow night-gown.  That brought me to the most painful scene of my life, when I had parted with Dorothy at the top of the stairs.  Afterward followed scraps of the years at Gordon’s Pride, and on top of them the talk with McAndrews.  Here was the secret I sought.  The crash had come.  And they were no longer in Mayfair, but must have taken a house in some poorer part of London.  This thought cast me down tremendously.

And Dorothy!  Had time changed her?  ’Twas with that query on my lips I fell asleep, to dream of the sun shining down on Carvel Hall and Wilmot House; of Aunt Hester and Aunt Lucy, and a lass and a lad romping through pleasant fields and gardens.

When I awoke it was broad day once more.  A gentleman sat on the edge of my bed.  He had a queer, short face, ruddy as the harvest moon, and he smiled good-humouredly when I opened my eyes.

“I bid you good morning, Mr. Carvel, for the first time since I have made your acquaintance,” said he.  “And how do you feel, sir?”

“I have never felt better in my life,” I replied, which was the whole truth.

“Well, vastly well,” says he, laughing, “prodigious well for a young man who has as many holes in him as have you.  Do you hear him, Mrs. Manners?”

At that last word, I popped up to look about the room, and the doctor caught hold of me with ludicrous haste.  A pain shot through my body.

“Avast, avast, my hearty,” cries he. “’Tis a miracle you can speak, let alone carry your bed and walk for a while yet.”  And he turned to Dorothy’s mother, whom I beheld smiling at me.  “You will give him the physic, ma’am, at the hours I have chosen.  Egad, I begin to think we shall come through.

“But pray remember, ma’am, if he talks, you are to put a wad in his mouth.”

“He shall have no opportunity to talk, Dr. Barry,” said Mrs. Manners.

“Save for a favour I have to ask you, doctor,” I cried.

“’Od’s bodkins!  Already, sir?  And what may that be?”

“That you will allow me to see Miss Manners.”

He shook with laughter, and then winked at me very roguishly.

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