书城公版The Art of Writing
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第84章

Lovel was as brave as most men; but none can internally regard such a crisis as now approached, without deep feelings of awe and uncertainty.In a few hours he might be in another world to answer for an action which his calmer thought told him was unjustifiable in a religious point of view, or he might be wandering about in the present like Cain, with the blood of his brother on his head.And all this might be saved by speaking a single word.Yet pride whispered, that to speak that word now, would be ascribed to a motive which would degrade him more low than even the most injurious reasons that could be assigned for his silence.Every one, Miss Wardour included, must then, he thought, account him a mean dishonoured poltroon, who gave to the fear of meeting Captain M`Intyre the explanation he had refused to the calm and handsome expostulations of Mr.Lesley.M`Intyre's insolent behaviour to himself personally, the air of pretension which he assumed towards Miss Wardour, and the extreme injustice, arrogance, and incivility of his demands upon a perfect stranger, seemed to justify him in repelling his rude investigation.In short, he formed the resolution which might have been expected from so young a man,--to shut the eyes, namely, of his calmer reason, and follow the dictates of his offended pride.With this purpose he sought Lieutenant Taffril.

The lieutenant received him with the good breeding of a gentleman and the frankness of a sailor, and listened with no small surprise to the detail which preceded his request that he might be favoured with his company at his meeting with Captain M`Intyre.When he had finished, Taffril rose up and walked through his apartment once or twice.``This is a most singular circumstance,'' he said, ``and really''--``I am conscious, Mr.Taffril, how little I am entitled to make my present request, but the urgency of circumstances hardly leaves me an alternative.''

``Permit me to ask you one question,'' asked the sailor;--``is there anything of which you are ashamed in the circumstances which you have declined to communicate.''

``Upon my honour, no; there is nothing but what, in a very short time, I trust I may publish to the whole world.''

``I hope the mystery arises from no false shame at the lowness of your friends perhaps, or connections?''

``No, on my word,'' replied Lovel.

``I have little sympathy for that folly,'' said Taffril--``indeed I cannot be supposed to have any; for, speaking of my relations, I may be said to have come myself from before the mast, and I believe I shall very soon form a connection, which the world will think low enough, with a very amiable girl, to whom I have been attached since we were next-door neighbours, at a time when I little thought of the good fortune which has brought me forward in the service.''

``I assure you, Mr.Taffril,'' replied Lovel, ``whatever were the rank of my parents, I should never think of concealing it from a spirit of petty pride.But I am so situated at present, that I cannot enter on the subject of my family with any propriety.''

``It is quite enough,'' said the honest sailor--``give me your hand; I'll see you as well through this business as I can, though it is but an unpleasant one after all--But what of that?

our own honour has the next call on us after our country;--you are a lad of spirit, and I own I think Mr.Hector M`Intyre, with his long pedigree and his airs of family, very much of a jackanapes.His father was a soldier of fortune as I am a sailor--he himself, I suppose, is little better, unless just as his uncle pleases; and whether one pursues fortune by land, or sea, makes no great difference, I should fancy.''

``None in the universe, certainly,'' answered Lovel.

``Well,'' said his new ally, ``we will dine together and arrange matters for this rencounter.I hope you understand the use of the weapon?''

``Not particularly,'' Lovel replied.

``I am sorry for that--M`Intyre is said to be a marksman.''

``I am sorry for it also,'' said Lovel, ``both for his sake and my own: I must then, in self-defence, take my aim as well as I can.''

``Well,'' added Taffril, ``I will have our surgeon's mate on the field--a good clever young fellow at caulking a shot-hole.

I will let Lesley, who is an honest fellow for a landsman, know that he attends for the benefit of either party.Is there anything I can do for you in case of an accident?''

``I have but little occasion to trouble you,'' said Lovel.

``This small billet contains the key of my escritoir, and my very brief secret.There is one letter in the escritoir'' (digesting a temporary swelling of the heart as he spoke), ``which I beg the favour of you to deliver with your own hand.''

``I understand,'' said the sailor.``Nay, my friend, never be ashamed for the matter--an affectionate heart may overflow for an instant at the eyes, if the ship were clearing for action;and, depend on it, whatever your injunctions are, Dan Taffril will regard them like the bequest of a dying brother.But this is all stuff;--we must get our things in fighting order, and you will dine with me and my little surgeon's mate, at the Gr<ae>me's-Arms over the way, at four o'clock.''

``Agreed,'' said Lovel.

``Agreed,'' said Taffril; and the whole affair was arranged.

It was a beautiful summer evening, and the shadow of the solitary thorn-tree was lengthening upon the short greensward of the narrow valley, which was skirted by the woods that closed around the ruins of St.Ruth.<*>

* [Supposed to have been suggested by the old Abbey of Arbroath in * Forfarshire.]

Lovel and Lieutenant Taffril, with the surgeon, came upon the ground with a purpose of a nature very uncongenial to the soft, mild, and pacific character of the hour and scene.