The Black Moth: A Romance of the XVIIIth Century

As my Lord Avon's door closed behind them, Tracy turned to his friend: "Shall we walk, Frank?" "Since our ways lie together, yes," replied Fortescue, linking his arm in the Duke's. "Down Brock Street and across the Circus is our quickest way." They strolled down the road for a few moments in silence, passing a linkman on the way. Fortescue bade him a cheery good-night, which was answered in a very beery voice, but the Duke said nothing. Frank looked into his dark-browed face thoughtfully. "You've had the luck, to-night, Tracy." "Moderately. I hoped entirely to repair last week's losses." "You are in debt, I suppose?" "I believe so." "To what extent, Tracy?" "My dear fellow, I neither have, nor wish to have, the vaguest notion. Pray do not treat me to a sermon!" "I shall not. I've said all I have to say on the subject." "Many times." "Yes--many times. And it has had no more effect upon you than if I had not spoken." "Less." "I daresay. I wish it were not so, for there's good in you somewhere, Tracy." "By what strange process of reasoning do you arrive at that?" "Well," said Fortescue laughing, "there's nearly always some good in the very worst of men. I count on that--and your kindness to me." "I should be interested to know when I have been kind to you--beyond the time when I was compelled to teach you to leave me and my affairs alone." "I was not referring to that occasion," was the dry answer. "I had not seen your act in that light. I meant well over the episode." "You could not damn yourself more effectually than by saying that," said his Grace calmly. "But we wander from the point. When have I done you an act of kindness?" "You know very well. When you extricated me from that cursed sponging-house." "I remember now. Yes, that _was_ good of me. I wonder why I did it?" "'Tis what I want to know." "I suppose I must have had some sort of an affection for you. I would certainly never have done such a thing for anyone else." "Not even for your own brother!" said Frank sharply. They had crossed the Circus and were walking down Gay Street now. "Least of all for them," came the placid response. "You are thinking of Andrew's tragic act? Most entertaining, was it not?" "You evidently found it so." "I did. I wanted to prolong the sensation, but my esteemed brother-in-law came to the young fool's rescue." "Would you have assisted him?" "In the end I fear I should have had to." "I believe there must be a kink in your brain!" cried Fortescue. "I cannot else account for your extraordinary conduct!" "We Belmanoirs are all half-mad," replied Tracy sweetly, "but I think that in my case it is merely concentrated evil." "I will not believe it! You have shown that you can behave differently! You do not try to strip me of all I possess--why all those unfortunate youths you play with?" "You see, you possess so little," the Duke excused himself. "Neither do you sneer at me in your loathsome fashion. Why?" "Because I have hardly ever any desire to. I like you." "Tare an' ouns! you must like someone else in the world besides me?" "I can think of no one. And I do not exactly worship the ground _you_ tread on. The contemplation of my brothers appals me. I have loved various women, and shall no doubt love many more--" "No, Tracy," interposed Fortescue, "you have never loved a woman in your life. 'Tis that that might save you. I do not allude to the lustful passion you indulge in, but real love. For God's sake Belmanoir, live clean!" "Pray do not distress yourself, Frank. I am not worth it." "I choose to think that you are. I cannot but feel that if you had been loved as a boy--Your mother--" "Did you ever see my mother?" inquired his Grace lazily. "No--but--" "Have you ever seen my sister?" "Er--yes--" "In a rage?" "Really, I--" "Because, if you have, you have seen my mother. Only she was ten times more violent. In fact, we were a pleasant party when we were all at home." "I understand." "Good Gad! I believe you are sorry for me?" cried Tracy scornfully. "I am. Is it a presumption on my part?" "My dear Frank, when I am sorry for myself you may be sorry too. Until then--" "When that day comes I shall no longer pity you." "Very deep, Frank! You think I shall be on the road to recovery? A pretty conceit. Luckily, the happy moment has not yet come--and I do not think it is like to. We appear to have arrived." They were standing outside one of the tall houses where Fortescue lodged. He turned and grasped his friend's shoulders. "Tracy, give up this mad life you lead! Give up the women and the drink, and the excessive gaming; for one day, believe me, you will overstep yourself and be ruined!" The Duke disengaged himself. "I very much object to being man-handled in the street," he complained. "I suppose you still _mean_ well. You should strive to conquer the tendency." "I wonder if you know how insolent is your tone, Belmanoir?" asked Fortescue steadily. "Naturally. I should not have attained such perfection in the art else. But pray accept my thanks for your good advice. You will forgive me an I do not avail myself of it, I am sure. I prefer the crooked path." "Evidently," sighed the other. "If you will not try the straight and narrow way, I can only hope that you will fall very deeply and very honestly in love; and that the lady will save you from yourself." "I will inform you of it when it comes to pass," promised his Grace. "And now: good-night!" "Good-night!" Frank returned the low bow with a curt nod. "I shall see you to-morrow--that is, this morning--at the Baths?" "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," was the smiling rejoinder. "Sleep soundly, Frank!" He waved an ironic farewell and crossed the road to his own lodgings, which stood almost directly opposite. "And I suppose _you_ will sleep as soundly as if you had not a stain on your conscience--and had not tried your uttermost to alienate the regard of the only friend you possess," remarked Frank bitterly to the darkness. "Damn you, Tracy, for the villain you are!" He walked up the steps to his own front door and turned the key in the lock. He looked over his shoulder as a door slammed across the street. "Poor Devil!" he said. "Oh, you poor Devil!" CHAPTER VIII THE BITER BIT With John Carstares the winter had passed quite uneventfully. He continued his highway robbery, but he made two bad blunders--not from the point of view of a thief, but from that of the gentleman in him. The first was when he stopped an opulent-looking chariot, which he found to contain two ladies, their maid and their jewels, and the second when the occupant of a large travelling coach chanced to be an old gentleman who possessed far greater courage than physical strength. On the first occasion my lord's dismay had been ludicrous, and he had hastily retired after tendering a naive apology. The old gentleman in the second episode had defied him so gallantly that he had impulsively offered him the butt end of one of his pistols. The old man was so surprised that he allowed the weapon to fall to the ground, where it exploded quite harmlessly, sending up a cloud of dust and smoke. Carstares then begged his pardon most humbly, assisted him back into his coach, and rode off before the astonished Mr. Dunbar had time to collect his wits. The robbing was not carried out in a very scientific manner, for, as has been seen, Carstares could not bring himself to terrorise women or old men, and there only remained the young and the middle-aged gentlemen, one of whom Jack offered to fight for the possession of his jewels. His challenge was promptly accepted by the man, who happened to possess a strong sense of humour, and probably saw a chance of saving his belongings in the offer. He had been speedily worsted, but Carstares was so pleased with a particularly neat thrust which he had executed, that he forwent half the booty, and the pair of them divided the contents of the jewel-box by the roadside, the sporting gentleman keeping his most valued belongings and giving Jack the surplus. They parted on the very best of terms, and all Carstares got out of the episode was a little sword practice and a few trinkets. When day came he was patrolling the west side of Sussex, beyond Midhurst, not because he thought it a profitable part, but because he knew and loved the country. One late afternoon towards the end of the month he rode gaily into one of the small villages that nestle amongst the Downs, and made his way down the quaint main street to the George Inn, where he drew rein and dismounted. At his call an aged ostler hobbled out of a side door, chewing an inevitable straw, and after eyeing the newcomer and his steed for an appreciable length of time, evidently decided that they were worthy of his attention, for he came forward, remarking that it had been a pleasant day. Carstares agreed with him, and volunteered the information that it would be another fine day to-morrow, if the sunset were to be trusted. To this the ostler replied that he, for one, never trusted to no red sunsets, and added darkly that there warn't nothing so deceitful to his manner o' thinking. He'd known it be such a red sunset as never was, and yet be a-pouring with rain all next day.... Should he take the mare? Carstares shook his head. "No, I thank you. I remain here but a few moments. I doubt she's thirsty though--eh, Jenny?" "Water, sir?" "For her, yes. For myself I fancy a tankard of your home-brewed ale. Stand, Jenny!" He turned away and walked up the steps to the inn door. "Be you a-going to leave her there, sir--a-standing all by herself?" inquired the man, surprised. "Why, yes! She's docile enough." "Well! Seems to me a risky thing to leave a hoss--and a skittish hoss at that--a-standing loose in the road. Ye won't be tying her to a post, master?" Carstares leaned his arms on the balustrade and looked down at them. "I will not. She'd be very hurt at such treatment, wouldn't you, lass?" Jenny tossed her head playfully, as if in agreement, and the ostler scratched his head, looking from her to my lord: "A'most seems as if she understands what you be a-saying to her, sir!" "Of course she understands! Don't I tell you 'tis a clever little lady? If I call her now she'll come up these steps to me, and not all the ostlers in Christendom could stop her." "Don't'ee go for to do it, sir!" urged the old man, backing. "She must be uncommon fond o' ye?" "She'd be a deal fonder of you if you'd fetch her a drink," hinted Jack broadly. "Ay, sir! I be a-going this werry instant!" And with many an anxious glance over his shoulder at the perfectly quiet mare, he disappeared through an open doorway into the yard. When Carstares, tankard of ale in hand, emerged from the inn and sat himself down on one of the benches that stood against the wall, the mare was drinking thirstily from a bucket which the ancient one held for her. "'Tis a wunnerful fine mare, sir," he remarked at length, after a careful inspection of her points. Carstares nodded pleasantly, and surveyed Jenny through half-shut eyes. "I think so every time I look at her," he said. "I should think she could get a bit of a pace on her, sir? Mebbe ye've tried her racing?" "No, she wasn't brought up to that. But she's fast enough." "Ay, sir. No vices?" "Lord, no!" "Don't kick neither?" "Not with me." "Ah! they allus knows who'll stand it and who won't." Jack drained his tankard, and setting it down on the bench beside him, rose to his feet. "She'd not dream of kicking a friend. Jenny!"