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.

Presently, in a changed voice, he offered me twenty pounds for the chaise; I ran him up to twenty-five, and closed with the offer:  indeed, I was glad to get anything; and if I haggled, it was not in the desire of gain, but with the view at any price of securing a safe retreat.  For although hostilities were suspended, he was yet far from satisfied; and I could read his continued suspicions in the cloudy eye that still hovered about my face.  At last they took shape in words.

‘This is all very well,’ says he:  ’you carry it off well; but for all that, I must do my duty.’

I had my strong effect in reserve; it was to burn my ships with a vengeance!  I rose.  ‘Leave the room,’ said I.  ’This is insuperable.  Is the man mad?’ And then, as if already half-ashamed of my passion:  ‘I can take a joke as well as any one,’ I added; ‘but this passes measure.  Send my servant and the bill.’

When he had left me alone, I considered my own valour with amazement.  I had insulted him; I had sent him away alone; now, if ever, he would take what was the only sensible resource, and fetch the constable.  But there was something instinctively treacherous about the man which shrank from plain courses.  And, with all his cleverness, he missed the occasion of fame.  Rowley and I were suffered to walk out of his door, with all our baggage, on foot, with no destination named, except in the vague statement that we were come ‘to view the lakes’; and my friend only watched our departure with his chin in his hand, still moodily irresolute.

I think this one of my great successes.  I was exposed, unmasked, summoned to do a perfectly natural act, which must prove my doom and which I had not the slightest pretext for refusing.  I kept my head, stuck to my guns, and, against all likelihood, here I was once more at liberty and in the king’s highway.  This was a strong lesson never to despair; and, at the same time, how many hints to be cautious! and what a perplexed and dubious business the whole question of my escape now appeared!  That I should have risked perishing upon a trumpery question of a pourboire, depicted in lively colours the perils that perpetually surrounded us.  Though, to be sure, the initial mistake had been committed before that; and if I had not suffered myself to be drawn a little deep in confidences to the innocent Dolly, there need have been no tumble at the inn of Kirkby-Lonsdale.  I took the lesson to heart, and promised myself in the future to be more reserved.  It was none of my business to attend to broken chaises or shipwrecked travellers.  I had my hands full of my own affairs; and my best defence would be a little more natural selfishness and a trifle less imbecile good-nature.

CHAPTER XXV—­I MEET A CHEERFUL EXTRAVAGANT

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