Marcel looked at me with his suggestive smile and drooping of the eyelid when Catron and Vivian had gone.
" It seems to me that we have found favor at court," he said, "and must do as the king and courtiers do. Come, Bob, let 's float with the stream."
Vivian, a young officer named Conant, and Vin- cent Moore, an Irish lieutenant, came for us about eight o'clock in the evening, and on the way to Catron's quarters we stopped a few moments to en- joy the fresh air. The day had been hot, and all of us had f elt it.
" I don't think the Lord treated this country fairly in the matter of climate," said Vivian. " He gave it too much cold in winter and too much heat in summer."
" Oh, that 's nothing," said Marcel ; " you '11 soon grow used to these hot summers."
" Why, what do you know about them ? " asked Moore, quick as lightning, " when you Ve been here less than a week."
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I almost groaned at my comrade's thoughtless re- mark, and my heart paused for a long time over its next beat. But Marcel was as calm as the sphinx.
" Why should n't I know a great deal about the heat here ? " he replied. " Did I not make my entry into Philadelphia at the rifle muzzles of a lot of American rascals ? Did they not make it warm enough for me then to become an expert on the sub- ject of heat? Don't you think that I can endure any temperature after that ? "
"You certainly came in a hurry," said Moore, " but you have redeemed yourselves as quickly as if you were Irishmen, and, after all, what a pity you were not born Irishmen ! "
" Ireland is always unfortunate ; she misses every- thing good," said Marcel, briefly.
The next instant we met Belfort, and I was de- voutly thankful that he had not been present when Marcel made his remark about our hot summers. Its suggestive nature would not have been swept so quickly from his mind as it had been swept from the minds of the others.
But Belfort was in a good humor and was courte- ous, even cordial, to us. He complimented us on our share in the skirmish, and to me especially he hoped that further honors would soon come. Just as we reached Catron's door he turned to Marcel and said,
"I've a pleasant bit of news for you, Captain Montague. Your cousin Harding Sir John Har- ding's son, you know arrived to-day on a frigate that came up the Delaware, and no doubt he will
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be as glad to BCC you as you will be to see him."
I was thankful for the darkness, as I know I turned pale. Already I felt piercing me those bayonet points on which we had been dancing so recklessly. Of course, this cousin arriving in such untimely fashion would expose us. Confound him ! Why had not a merciful Providence wrecked his ship ?
" I hope that I shall meet him soon, to-morrow or perhaps the next day, when he has fully recovered from the long journey," said Marcel.
" There will be no such wait as that," replied Bel- fort, cheeerfully. " He will be here to-night, to meet all of us. Catron invited him, and he was glad to come. I saw him this afternoon, and as he is a good sailor, he needed no rest."
" So much the better," said Marcel, with unbroken calm. " We can initiate him to-night into the mys- teries of Philadelphia. Hut all of our family take readily to new countries."
We were in the ante-room now, and I thought it best to imitate Marcel's seeming unconcern. It was impossible to withdraw, and it was more dignified to preserve a bold manner to the last.
A servant opened the door for us, and we passed into the rooms where the others were gathered. I was blinded for a moment by the lights, but when my eyes cleared I looked eagerly about me. I knew every man present, and curiously enough the knowl- edge gave me a sense of relief.
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returned our greetings. " Belfort told us that he would be here."
"He will come in half an hour," replied Catron. " Remember that he landed from the ship only this afternoon, and we are not usually in a break-neck hurry to see cousins, unless they be of the other sex. and very fair."
We drank wine, and then began to play cards, whist, picquet, and vingt et un. Belfort was at our table, and apparently he sought to make himself most agreeable. As it was unusual in one of his haughty and arrogant temper, it deceived completely all except Marcel and myself. But we understood him. We knew that he was expecting some great blow to fall upon us, and that his good humor arose wholly from the hope and expectation. What he suspected of us whether he believed us to be in false attire, or merely considered us enemies because I had been so bold as to admire Miss Desmond, the lady of his choice I could not say. Yet he un- doubtedly expected us to be knocked over by the arrival of this unexpected and unknown cousin of Marcel's, and it was equally sure that he hated us both.
He began to talk presently of Harding, Rupert Harding he called him ; and though he pretended to have eyes only for his cards, I believed that he was covertly watching our faces. Marcel thought to lead him to a pleasanter subject, but he would not follow, and the life, career, and ambitions of Rupert Harding seemed to have become a weight upon his mind, of which he must talk. Chills, each colder 88
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than its predecessor, raced up and down my back- bone, but my fuce looked calm, and I was proud that I could keep it so.
Marcel, unable to draw Belfort away from Rupert Harding, began by and by to show an interest in the subject and to talk of it as volubly as Belfort himself. But I noticed that nearly everything he said was an indirect question, and I noticed, too, that he was steadily drawing from Belfort a full history of this troublesome young man, for the ar- rival of whom we were now looking every moment.
Marcel dropped a card presently, and when he leaned over to pick it up, he whispered,
" You are keeping a splendid face, old comrade. Let it never be said that we flinched."
A certain spirit of recklessness now took posses- sion of me. We were past all helping, we had suffered the torments of anticipated detection, and having paid the penalty, we might endure the short shrift that was left to us. I laughed with the loud- est and grew reckless with the cards. Luck having deserted me at all other points, now, as an atone- ment, made me a favorite at the gaming-table, and I won rapidly. The arrival of Harding was long de- layed, and I hoj» ed it would be further postponed, at least long enough for me to win ten more pounds. Then my ambition would be satisfied.
" It has been a long time since you have seen Harding, has it not?" asked Belfort of Marcel.
By pure chance all the players happened to be quiet then, but it seemed as if they were silent merely to hear his answer.
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" It has been such a while since I have held a good hand of cards," replied Marcel, with a comic gesture of despair, " that my mind can hold no other measurements of time."
" Don't be downcast, Montague," said Catron, laughing ; " your luck will change if you only play long enough."
"Unless the bottom of my pocket is reached first," said Marcel, with another rueful face.
Only he and I knew how little was in that pocket.
" Why is that cousin of mine such a laggard ? " asked Marcel, presently. " We have been at the cards nearly an hour and he has not come."
" He will be here," said Belfort. " Does he play a good game ? "
" If he does n't play better than I do," replied Marcel, " he ought to be banished forever from such good company as this."
" Come, come, Montague ! " said Catron, " a soldier like you, who can look into the angry face of an enemy, should show more courage before the painted face of a card."
I saw that no suspicion had entered the mind of any save Belfort, and he pressed his lips together a little in his anger at the way in which his questions were turned aside. But he was too wise to make a direct accusation, for all the others would have taken it as absurd, and would have credited his feelings immediately to the jealousy which he had shown of me.
The door opened, and a tall young man of our own age in the uniform of a British officer entered, 90
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and stood for a moment looking at us. His face was unknown to nic, and this I felt sure must be Marcel's cursed cousin Rupert. I saw Marcel's lip moving as if he would greet the stranger but he re- mained silent, and I, resolving to keep a bold face throughout, played the card that I held in my hand.
"You are late, Richmond," said Catron, "but your welcome is the greater. There are some pres- ent whom you do not know. Come, let me introduce you. This is Lieutenant Moore, and this is Captain Montague, and this, Lieutenant Melville ; the last two just arrived from England, and of whose adventures you perhaps have heard. Gentlemen, Lieutenant Henry Richmond of Pennsylvania, one of his Majesty's most loyal and gallant officers."
So it was not the cousin after all, but a Tory, and my heart sprang up with a strange sense of relief. A place was made for him at one of the tables, and the game, or rather games, went on.
" It is warm to-night," said Bel fort to me. He called one of the servants, who opened another window. With Marcel's blunder fresh before me, I was not likely to repeat it, and I continued to play the cards in silence.
" Do you not regard the insurrection as dead ? " he asked.
" I have been too short a time in America," I replied in a judicial tone, " to be an authority, but I should say no."
" What do they think at home ? H he asked.
"Some one way and some another,' I replied. " Fox and Burke and their followers think, or pre- 91
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tend to think, that the rebels will yet win, and the loyal servants of the king, who are in the great majority, God bless him ! think that if the insurrection is not dead it soon will be. But why speak of politics to-night, Lieutenant Belfort, when we are here for pleasure ? "
I was afraid that he would lead me into treacher- ous fields. He listened, and then turned back to the subject of Harding.
" He is unusually late," he said, " but I suppose that Captain Montague can stand it."
" Undoubtedly," I replied. " Cousins are usually superfluous, any way."
I had made up my mind that we would maintain the illusion until the actual exposure and my nerves had become steady.
The door opened once more, and another young man entered. His features were unmistakably Eng- lish. He looked around with the air of a stranger, and Marcel and I again were silent, just waiting.
" Harding ! " exclaimed Catron. " You have found us at last. I was afraid that you had lost your way."
"So I did," said Harding, "but some one was kind enough to set me on the right road."
His eyes went from one to another of us, lingered for a moment on Marcel, and passed on without the slightest sign of recognition. Then I noticed that the card I held was wet with the sweat of my hand. Catron began to introduce us, beginning with Vivian. I believed that Belfort was watching Marcel and me, but I did not dare to look at him and see. 92
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" I have a cousin here, have I not ? " broke ia Harding, " Charlie Montague of Yorkshire? At least I was told that I would find him here, and as we have never seen each other, I am curious to meet him. Strange, is n't it, that one should have to come to America to meet one's English kin who live in the next county."
He laughed a hearty resonant laugh, and a painful weight rolled off my brain. He had never seen his cousin Montague before ! Then he might look upon his cousin Marcel with safety, safety to us. My own face remained impassive, but I saw Belfort's fall a little, and as for Marcel, the volatile and daring Marcel, he was already metaphorically falling into his cousin's arms and weeping with joy at the sight of him. Moreorer I knew Marcel well enough to be sure that he could take care of the conversation and guide it into far-away channels, if Cousin Rupert wished to lead it upon the subject of their mutual interests and ties in England.
CHAPTER SEVEN The Quarrel
HARDING was the last arrival, and in his honor the card games were discon- tinued for a little, while we talked about home. Marcel justified my con- fidence in him ; he discoursed so brilliantly upon England that one would have fancied he knew more about the old country than all the remainder of us combined. But Marcel has at times a large, gen- erous way, and he talked wholly of extensive gener- alities, never condescending to particulars. This period of conversation was brought to a successful end by glasses of wine all around, and then we settled again to the more serious business of cards. Belfort had been very quiet after his failure with Harding, and he looked both mortified and thought- ful. I was inclined to the belief that his suspicions about our identity had been dissipated, and that he M'ould seek a quarrel with at least one of, us on other grounds.
The game proceeded, and I won steadily. My luck was remarkable. If I ever succeeded in escap- ing from Philadelphia with a sound neck, my stay there was likely to prove of profit.
The night advanced, but we played on, although it was far past twelve o 'clock, and probably we would
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have played with equal zest had the daylight been coming in at the windows. The room was hot and close ; but we paid no attention to such trifles, having eyes only for the cards and the money, and the shifting chances of the game. My luck held, and the little heap of shining gold coins gathered at my elbow was growing fast.
," Evidently the Goddess, fickle to others, favors you," said Belfort, at last lie regarded me with no pleasant eye. Much of his money had gone to swell my yellow hoard. Doubtless it seemed to the man that 1 was destined always to come in his way, to be to him a sort of evil genius. I was in an exultant mood, my winnings and my release from the great fear that had fallen upon me lifting me up, and I had no wish to soothe him.
" If the Goddess favors me, it is not for me to criticise her taste," I replied.
" No ; that can safely be left to others," said Belfort
He had been drinking much wine, and while all of us were hot and flushed, he seemed to have felt the effects of the night, the gaming, and the liquors more than anybody else. But despite our condition, his remark created surprise.
" Pshaw, Belfort, you jest badly ! " said Vivian.
Belfort flushed a deeper red, but did not reply. Neither did I say anything. I have heard that the card-table is more prolific in quarrels than any other place in the world, and I saw the need of prudence. I had concluded that it would be very unwise to quarrel with Belfort, and my reckless mood abating, 95
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I determined not to lead him on. But a chance remark of Moore's set flame to the fuel again.
" I would pursue my luck, if I were you, Melville," he said. "Any Irishman would, and an English- man ought not to be slack."
"How?" I asked.
" In the two accompaniments of cards, war and love. You have shown what you can do in cards and in a measure in war. Now, to be the complete gentleman, you must be successful in love."
" Melville has proved already that he has a correct eye for beauty," said Vivian.
" You mean Miss Desmond," said Catron, " but his eye has been neither quicker nor surer than those of others. There are enough officers at her feet to make a regiment."
I was sorry that they had brought up Miss Des- mond's name, yet these young officers meant no dis- respect to her. In our time all beautiful women were discussed by the men over cards and wine, and it was considered no familiarity, but a compliment.
" I wish you would not speak so often and with such little excuse of Miss Desmond," exclaimed Bel- fort, angrily.
" Why not ? " I asked, replying for Vivi an. His manner of appropriating Miss Desmond, a manner that I had noticed before, was excessively haughty and presumptuous, and it irritated every nerve in me.
" If you speak for yourself," he replied, turning a
hot face upon me, "it is because you have known
her only a few days and you have assumed an
air
which impresses me particularly as being impertinent."
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It seemed as if there could be no end to his arro- gance. He even made himself the sole judge of my manners, dismissing all tiie others as incompetent Yet I was able to control my temper hi face of such an insult in a way that surprised me.
" Your opinion of impertinence, Mr. Belfort, ap- pears to differ from that of other people, and I fear you are not an authority on the subject," I replied, and I think there was no break in my voice, "yet I am willing to discuss the subject in any fashion you wish until we shall have reached some sort of a conclusion."
I knew he was bent upon forcing a quarrel upon me, and I did not see how I could honorably make further attempts to avoid it.
" Nonsense ! " exclaimed Catron. " You shall not quarrel. I am your host, and I forbid it You have both taken too much wine, and the code does not demand that hot words spoken at three o'clock in the morning shall breed sparks the next day."
Now, I had drank very little wine, and Catron knew it, but he included me in his indictment in order to ease Belfort, and I did not object. I waited, willing, even after what had been said, that peace should be made between us, but Belfort shook his head.
" Lieutenant Melville's words amounted to a chal- lenge," he said, " and I would deem myself but the small part of a man if I refused it"
" I have nothing to withdraw," I interrupted. It seemed best to me to have it out with Belfort. I had been willing to smooth over all differences with 7 87
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