And he relapsed into silence, no doubt longing to ask the cause of my own affliction.  Presently he surprised me by saying: 

“And I might make so bold, Mr. Carvel, I would like to tell your honour something.”

I nodded.  And he hawed awhile and then burst out: 

“Your honour must know then that I belongs to the footman’s club in Berkeley Square, where I meets all the servants o’ quality—­”

“Yes,” I said, wondering what footman’s tale he had to tell.

“And Whipple, he’s a hintimate o’ mine, sir.”  He stopped again.

“And who may Whipple be?”

“With submission, sir.  Whipple’s his Grace o’ Chartersea’s man—­and, you’ll forgive me, sir—­Whipple owns his Grace is prodigious ugly, an’ killed young Mr. Atwater unfair, some think.  Whipple says he would give notice had he not promised the old duke—­”

“Drat Whipple!” I cried.

“Yes, sir.  To be sure, sir.  His Grace was in a bloody rage when he found hisself in a fruit bin at Covent Carding.  An’ two redbreasts had carried him to the round house, sir, afore they discovered his title.  An’ since his Grace ha’ said time an’ time afore Whipple, that he’ll ha’ Mr. Carvel’s heart for that, and has called you most disgustin’ bad names, sir.  An’ Whipple he says to me:  ’Banks, drop your marster a word, an’ you get the chance.  His Grace’ll speak him fair to’s face, but let him look behind him.’”

“I thank you again, Banks.  I shall bear in mind your devotion,” I replied.  “But I had nothing to do with sending the duke to Covent Garden.”

“Ay, sir, so I tells Whipple.”

“Pray, how did you know?” I demanded curiously.

“Lord, sir!  All the servants at Almack’s is friends o’ mine,” says he.  “But Whipple declares his Grace will be sworn you did it, sir, tho’ the Lord Mayor hisself made deposition ’twas not.”

“Then mark me, Banks, you are not to talk of this.”

“Oh, Lord, no, your honour,” he said, as he fell back.  But I was not so sure of his discretion as of his loyalty.

And so I was led to perceive that I was not to be the only aggressor in the struggle that was to come.  That his Grace did me the honour to look upon me as an obstacle.  And that he intended to seize the first opportunity to make way with me, by fair means or foul.

RICHARD CARVEL

By Winston Churchill

Volume 6.

XXXIV.  His Grace makes Advances
XXXV.  In which my Lord Baltimore appears
XXXVI.  A Glimpse of Mr. Garrick
XXXVII.  The Serpentine
XXXVIII.  In which I am roundly brought to task
XXXIX.  Holland House
XL.  Vauxhall

CHAPTER XXXIV

HIS GRACE MAKES ADVANCES

The next morning I began casting about as to what I should do next.  There was no longer any chance of getting at the secret from Dorothy, if secret there were.  Whilst I am ruminating comes a great battling at the street door, and Jack Comyn blew in like a gust of wind, rating me soundly for being a lout and a blockhead.