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Richard Carvel
VOLUME 3   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XIII. Mr. Allen shows his Hand
Winston Churchill
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       _ So Dorothy's beauty had taken London by storm, even as it had conquered
       Annapolis! However, 'twas small consolation to me to hear his Grace of
       Chartersea called a pig and a profligate while better men danced her
       attendance in Mayfair. Nor, in spite of what his Lordship had said, was
       I quite easy on the score of the duke. It was in truth no small honour
       to become a duchess. If Mr. Marmaduke had aught to say, there was an end
       to hope. She would have her coronet. But in that hour of darkness I
       counted upon my lady's spirit.
       Dr. Courtenay came to the assembly very late, with a new fashion
       of pinchbeck buckles on his pumps and a new manner of taking snuff.
       (I caught Fotheringay practising this by the stairs shortly after.)
       Always an important man, the doctor's prominence had been increased that
       day by the letter he had received. He was too thorough a courtier to
       profess any grief over Miss Manners's match, and went about avowing that
       he had always predicted a duke for Miss Dorothy. And he drew a deal of
       pleasure from the curiosity of those who begged but one look at the
       letter. Show it, indeed! For no consideration. A private communication
       from one gentleman to another must be respected. Will Fotheringay swore
       the doctor was a sly dog, and had his own reasons for keeping it to
       himself.
       The doctor paid his compliment to the captain of the Thunderer, and to
       his Lordship; hoped that he would see them at the meet on the morrow,
       tho' his gout forbade his riding to hounds. He saluted me in the most
       friendly way, for I played billiards with him at the Coffee House now,
       and he won my money. He had pronounced my phaeton to be as well
       appointed as any equipage in town, and had done me the honour to
       drive out with me on several occasions. It was Betty that brought
       him humiliation that evening.
       "What do you think of the soar our Pandora hath taken, Miss Betty?"
       says he. "From a Maryland manor to a ducal palace. 'Tis a fable, egad!
       No less!"
       "Indeed, I think it is," retorted Betty. "Mark me, doctor, Dorothy will
       not put up an instant with a roue and a brute."
       "A roue!" cries he, "and a brute! What the plague, Miss Tayloe!
       I vow I do not understand you."
       "Then ask my Lord Comyn, who knows your Duke of Chartersea," said Betty.
       Dr. Courtenay's expression was worth a pistole.
       "Comyn know him!" he repeated.
       "That he does," replied Betty, laughing. "His Lordship says Chartersea
       is a pig and a profligate, and I remember not what else. And that Dolly
       will not look at him. And so little Mr. Marmaduke may go a-hunting for
       another title."
       No wonder I had little desire for dancing that night! I wandered out of
       the assembly-room and through the silent corridors of the Stadt House,
       turning over and over again what I had heard, and picturing Dorothy
       reigning over the macaronies of St. James's Street. She had said nothing
       of this in her letter to Betty, and had asked me to write to her. But
       now, with a duke to refuse or accept, could she care to hear from her old
       playmate? I took no thought of the time, until suddenly my conscience
       told me I had neglected Patty.
       As I entered the hall I saw her at the far end of it talking to Mr.
       Allen. This I thought strange, for I knew she disliked him. Lord Comyn
       and Mr. Carroll, the barrister, and Singleton, were standing by,
       listening. By the time I was halfway across to them the rector turned
       away. I remember thinking afterwards that he changed colour when he
       said: "Your servant, Mr. Richard." But I thought nothing of it at the
       time, and went on to Patty.
       "I have come for a country dance, before we go, Patty," I said.
       Then something in her mien struck me. Her eyes expressed a pain I had
       remarked in them before only when she spoke to me of Tom, and her lips
       were closed tightly. She flushed, and paled, and looked from Singleton
       to Mr. Carroll. They and his Lordship remained silent.
       "I--I cannot, Richard. I am going home," she said, in a low voice.
       "I will see if the chariot is here," I answered, surprised, but thinking
       of Tom.
       She stopped me.
       "I am going with Mr. Carroll," she said.
       I hope a Carvel never has to be rebuffed twice, nor to be humbled by
       craving an explanation before a company. I was confounded that Patty
       should treat me thus, when I had done nothing to deserve it. As I made
       for the door, burning and indignant, I felt as tho' every eye in the room
       was upon me.' Young Harvey drove me that night.
       "Marlboro' Street, Mr. Richard?" said he.
       "Coffee House," replied I, that place coming first into my head.
       Young Harvey seldom took liberties; but he looked down from the box.
       "Better home, sir; your pardon, sir."
       "D--n it!" I cried, "drive where I bid you!"
       I pulled down the fore-glass, though the night was cold, and began to
       cast about for the cause of Patty's action. And then it was the rector
       came to my mind. Yes, he had been with her just before I came up, and I
       made sure on the instant that my worthy instructor was responsible for
       the trouble. I remembered that I had quarrelled with him the morning
       before I had gone to Bentley Manor, and threatened to confess his villany
       and my deceit to Mr. Carvel. He had answered me with a sneer and a dare.
       I knew than Patty put honour and honesty before all else in the world,
       and that she would not have suffered my friendship for a day had she
       believed me to lack either. But she, who knew me so well, was not likely
       to believe anything he might say without giving me the chance to clear
       myself. And what could he have told her?
       I felt my anger growing big within me, until I grew afraid of what I
       would do if I were tempted. I had a long score and a heavy score against
       this rector of St. Anne's,--a score that had been gathering these years.
       And I felt that my uncle was somewhere behind him; that the two of them
       were plotters against me, even as Harvey had declared; albeit my Uncle
       Grafton was little seen in his company now. And finally, in a sinister
       flash of revelation, came the thought that Grafton himself was at the
       back of this deception of my grandfather, as to my principles. Fool that
       I was, it had never occurred to me before. But how was he to gain by it?
       Did he hope that Mr. Carvel, in a fit of anger, would disinherit me when
       he found I had deceived him? Yes. And so had left the matter in
       abeyance near these two years, that the shock might be the greater when
       it came. I recalled now, with a shudder, that never since the spring of
       my grandfather's illness had my uncle questioned me upon my politics.
       I was seized with a fit of fury. I suspected that Mr. Allen would be
       at the Coffee House after the assembly. And I determined to seize the
       chance at once and have it out with him then and there.
       The inn was ablaze, but as yet deserted; Mr. Claude expectant. He bowed
       me from my chariot door, and would know what took me from the ball. I
       threw him some short answer, bade Harvey go home, saying that I would
       have some fellow light me to Marlboro' Street when I thought proper. And
       coming into the long room I flung aside my greatcoat and commanded a
       flask of Mr. Stephen Bordley's old sherry, some of which Mr. Claude had
       obtained at that bachelor's demise.
       The wine was scarce opened before I heard some sort of stir at the front,
       and two servants in a riding livery of scarlet and white hurried in to
       seek Mr. Claude. The sight of them sufficed mine host, for he went out
       as fast as his legs would go, giving the bell a sharp pull as he passed
       the door; and presently I heard him complimenting two gentlemen into
       the house. The voice of one I knew,--being no other than Captain
       Clapsaddle's; and him I had not seen for the past six months. I was
       just risen to my feet when they came in at the door beside me.
       "Richard!" cried the captain, and grasped my hand in both his own.
       I returned his pressure, too much pleased to speak. Then his eye was
       caught by my finery.
       "So ho!" says he, shaking his head at me for a sad rogue. "Wine and
       women and fine clothes, and not nineteen, or I mistake me. It was so
       with Captain Jack, who blossomed in a week; and few could vie with him,
       I warrant you, after he made his decision. But bless me!" he went on,
       drawing back, "the lad looks mature, and a fair two inches broader than
       last spring. But why are you not at the assembly, Richard?"
       "I have but now come from there, sir," I replied, not caring in the
       presence of a stranger to enter into reasons.
       At my answer the captain turned from me to the gentleman behind him, who
       had been regarding us both as we talked. There are some few men in the
       world, I thank God for it, who bear their value on their countenance; who
       stand unmistakably for qualities which command respect and admiration and
       love! We seem to recognize such men, and to wonder where we have seen
       them before. In reality we recognize the virtues they represent. So it
       was with him I saw in front of me, and by his air and carriage I marked
       him then and there as a man born to great things. You all know his face,
       my dears, and I pray God it may live in the sight of those who come after
       you, for generation upon generation!
       "Colonel Washington," said the captain, "this is Mr. Richard Carvel, the
       son of Captain Carvel."
       Mr. Washington did not speak at once. He stood regarding me a full
       minute, his eye seeming to penetrate the secrets of my life. And I take
       pride in saying it was an eye I could meet without flinching.
       "Your father was a brave man, sir," he said soberly, "and it seems you
       favour him. I am happy in knowing the son."
       For a moment he stood debating whether he would go to the house of one of
       his many friends in Annapolis, knowing that they would be offended when
       they learned he had stopped at the inn. He often came to town, indeed,
       but seldom tarried long; and it had never been my fortune to see him.
       Being arrived unexpectedly, and obliged to be away early on the morrow,
       he decided to order rooms of Mr. Claude, sat down with me at the table,
       and commenced supper. They had ridden from Alexandria. I gathered from
       their conversation that they were on their way to Philadelphia upon
       some private business, the nature of which, knowing Captain Daniel's
       sentiments and those of Colonel Washington, I went not far to guess.
       The country was in a stir about the Townshend duties; and there being
       some rumour that all these were to be discharged save only that on tea,
       anxiety prevailed in our middle colonies that the merchants of New York
       would abandon the association formed and begin importation. It was of
       some mission to these merchants that I suspected them.
       As I sat beside Colonel Washington, I found myself growing calmer, and
       ashamed of my lack of self-control. Unconsciously, when we come in
       contact with the great of character, we mould our minds to their
       qualities. His very person seemed to exhale, not sanctity, but virility.
       I felt that this man could command himself and others. In his presence
       self-command came to me, as a virtue gone out of him. 'Twas not his
       speech, I would have you know, that took hold of me. He was by no means
       a brilliant talker, and I had the good fortune to see him at his ease,
       since he and the captain were old friends. As they argued upon the
       questions of the day, the colonel did not seek to impress by words,
       or to fascinate by manner. His opinions were calm and moderate,
       and appeared to me so just as to admit of no appeal. He scrupled not
       to use a forceful word when occasion demanded. And yet, now and then,
       he had a lively way about him with all his dignity. When he had finished
       his supper he bade Mr. Claude bring another bottle of Mr. Bordley's
       sherry, having tested mine, and addressed himself to me.
       He would know what my pursuits had been; for my father's sake, what were
       my ambitions? He questioned me about Mr. Carvel's plantation, of which
       he had heard, and appeared pleased with the answers I gave as to its
       management and methods. Captain Daniel was no less so. Mr. Washington
       had agriculture at his finger ends, and gave me some advice which he had
       found serviceable at Mount Vernon.
       "'Tis a pity, Richard," said he, smiling thoughtfully at the captain,
       "'tis a pity we have no service afield open to our young men. One of
       your spirit and bearing should be of that profession. Captain Jack was
       as brave and dashing an officer as I ever laid eyes on."
       I hesitated, the tingling at the compliment.
       "I begin to think I was born for the sea, sir," I answered, at length.
       "What!" cried the captain; "what news is this, Richard? 'Slife! how has
       this come about?"
       My anger subdued by Mr. Washington's presence, a curious mood had taken
       its place. A foolish mood, I thought it, but one of feeling things to
       come.
       "I believe I shall one day take part in a great sea-fight," I said.
       And, tho' ashamed to speak of it, I told him of Stanwix's prophecy
       that I should pace the decks of a man-o'-war.
       "A pox on Stanwix!" said the captain, "an artful old seadog! I never
       yet knew one who did not think the sun rises and sets from poop to
       forecastle, who did not wheedle with all the young blood to get them
       to follow a bow-legged profession."
       Colonel Washington laughed.
       "Judge not, Clapsaddle," said he; "here are two of us trying to get the
       lad for our own bow-legged profession. We are as hot as Methodists to
       convert."
       "Small conversion he needed when I was here to watch him, colonel. And
       he rides with any trooper I ever laid eyes on. Why, sir, I myself threw
       him on a saddle before he could well-nigh walk, and 'twere a waste of
       material to put him in the navy."
       "But what this old man said of a flag not yet seen in heaven or earth
       interests me," said Colonel Washington. "Tell me," he added with a
       penetration we both remarked, "tell me, does your Captain Stanwix follow
       the times? Is he a man to read his prints and pamphlets? In other
       words, is he a man who might predict out of his own heated imagination?"
       "Nay, sir," I answered, "he nods over his tobacco the day long. And I
       will make bold to swear, he has never heard of the Stamp Act."
       "'Tis strange," said the colonel, musing; "I have heard of this second
       sight--have seen it among my own negroes. But I heartily pray that this
       may be but the childish fancy of an old mariner. How do you interpret
       it, sir?" he added, addressing himself to me.
       "If a prophecy, I can interpret it in but one way," I began, and there I
       stopped.
       "To be sure," said Mr. Washington. He studied me awhile as though
       weighing my judgment, and went on: "Needless to say, Richard, that such a
       service, if it comes, will not be that of his Majesty."
       "And it were, colonel, I would not embark in it a step," I cried.
       He laughed.
       "The lad has his father's impulse," he said to Captain Daniel.
       "But I thought old Mr. Carvel to be one of the warmest loyalists
       in the colonies."
       I bit my lip; for, since that unhappy deception of Mr. Carvel, I had not
       meant to be drawn into an avowal of my sentiments. But I had, alas,
       inherited a hasty tongue.
       "Mr. Washington," said the captain, "old Mr. Carvel has ever been a good
       friend to me. And, though I could not but perceive which way the lad was
       tending, I had held it but a poor return for friendship had I sought by
       word or deed to bring him to my way of thinking. Nor have I ever
       suffered his views in my presence."
       "My dear sir, I honour you for it," put in the colonel, warmly.
       "It is naught to my credit," returned the captain. "I would not, for the
       sake of my party and beliefs, embitter what remains of my old friend's
       life."
       I drew a long breath and drained the full glass before me.
       "Captain Daniel!" I cried, "you must hear me now. I have been waiting
       your coming these months. And if Colonel Washington gives me leave,
       I will speak before him."
       The colonel bade me proceed, avowing that Captain Carvel's son should
       have his best assistance.
       With that I told them the whole story of Mr. Allen's villany. How I had
       been sent to him because of my Whig sentiments, and for thrashing a Tory
       schoolmaster and his flock. This made the gentlemen laugh, tho' Captain
       Daniel had heard it before. I went on to explain how Mr. Carvel had
       fallen ill, and was like to die; and how Mr. Allen, taking advantage of
       his weakness when he rose from his bed, had gone to him with the lie of
       having converted me. But when I told of the scene between my grandfather
       and me at Carvel Hall, of the tears of joy that the old gentleman shed,
       and of how he had given me Firefly as a reward, the captain rose from his
       chair and looked out of the window into the blackness, and swore a great
       oath all to himself. And the expression I saw come into the colonel's
       eyes I shall never forget.
       "And you feared the consequences upon your grandfather's health?" he
       asked gravely.
       "So help me God!" I answered, "I truly believe that to have undeceived
       him would have proved fatal."
       "And so, for the sake of the sum he receives for teaching you," cried the
       captain, with another oath, "this scoundrelly clergyman has betrayed you
       into a lie. A scheme, by God's life! worthy of a Machiavelli!"
       "I have seen too many of his type in our parishes," said Mr. Washington;
       "and yet the bishop of London seems powerless. And so used have we
       become in these Southern colonies to tippling and gaming parsons,
       that I warrant his people accept him as nothing out of the common."
       "He is more discreet than the run of them, sir. His parishioners dislike
       him, not because of his irregularities, but because he is attempting to
       obtain All Saints from his Lordship, in addition to St. Anne's. He is
       thought too greedy."
       He was silent, his brow a little furrowed, and drummed with his fingers
       upon the table.
       "But this I cannot reconcile," said he, presently, "that the reward is
       out of all proportion to the risk. Such a clever rascal must play for
       higher stakes."
       I was amazed at his insight. And for the moment was impelled to make
       a clean breast of my suspicions,--nay, of my convictions of the whole
       devil's plot. But I had no proofs. I remembered that to the colonel
       my uncle was a gentleman of respectability and of wealth, and a member
       of his Excellency's Council. That to accuse him of scheming for my
       inheritance would gain me nothing in Mr. Washington's esteem. And I
       caught myself before I had said aught of Mr. Allen's conduct that
       evening.
       "Have you confronted this rector with his perfidy, Richard?" he asked.
       "I have, colonel, at my first opportunity." And I related how Mr. Allen
       had come to the Hall, and what I had said to him, and how he had behaved.
       And finally told of the picquet we now had during lessons, not caring to
       shield myself. Both listened intently, until the captain broke out.
       Mr. Washington's indignation was the stronger for being repressed.
       "I will call him out!" cried Captain Daniel, fingering his sword, as was
       his wont when angered; "I will call him out despite his gown, or else
       horse him publicly!"
       "No, my dear sir, you will do nothing of the kind," said the colonel.
       "You would gain nothing by it for the lad, and lose much. Such rascals
       walk in water, and are not to be tracked. He cannot be approached save
       through Mr. Lionel Carvel himself, and that channel, for Mr. Carvel's
       sake, must be closed."
       "But he must be shown up!" cried the captain.
       "What good will you accomplish?" said Mr. Washington; "Lord Baltimore is
       notorious, and will not remove him. Nay, sir, you must find a way to get
       the lad from his influence." And he asked me how was my grandfather's
       health at present.
       I said that he had mended beyond my hopes.
       "And does he seem to rejoice that you are of the King's party?"
       "Nay, sir. Concerning politics he seems strangely apathetic, which makes
       me fear he is not so well as he appears. All his life he has felt
       strongly."
       "Then I beg you, Richard, take pains to keep neutral. Nor let any
       passing event, however great, move you to speech or action."
       The captain shook his head doubtfully, as tho' questioning the ability of
       one of my temper to do this.
       "I do not trust myself, sir," I answered.
       He rose, declaring it was past his hour for bed, and added some kind
       things which I shall cherish in my memory. As he was leaving he laid his
       hand on my shoulder.
       "One word of advice, my lad," he said. "If by any chance your
       convictions are to come to your grandfather's ears, let him have them
       from your own lips." And he bade me good night.
       The captain tarried but a moment longer.
       "I have a notion who is to blame for this, Richard," he said. "When I
       come back from New York, we shall see what we shall see."
       "I fear he is too slippery for a soldier to catch," I answered.
       He went away to bed, telling me to be prudent, and mind the colonel's
       counsel until he returned from the North. _
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Foreword
VOLUME 1
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER I. Lionel Carvel, of Carvel Hall
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER II. Some Memories of Childhood
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER III. Caught by the Tide
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER IV. Grafton would heal an Old Breach
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER V. "If Ladies be but Young and Fair"
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER VI. I first suffer for the Cause
   VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER VII. Grafton has his Chance
VOLUME 2
   VOLUME 2 - CHAPTER VIII. Over the Wall
   VOLUME 2 - CHAPTER IX. Under False Colours
   VOLUME 2 - CHAPTER X. The Red in the Carvel Blood
   VOLUME 2 - CHAPTER XI. A Festival and a Parting
   VOLUME 2 - CHAPTER XII. News from a Far Country
VOLUME 3
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XIII. Mr. Allen shows his Hand
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XIV. The Volte Coupe
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XV. Of which the Rector has the Worst
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XVI. In which Some Things are made Clear
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XVII. South River
   VOLUME 3 - CHAPTER XVIII. The Black Moll.
VOLUME 4
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XIX. A Man of Destiny
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XX. A Sad Home-coming
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XXI. The Gardener's Cottage
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XXII. On the Road
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XXIII. London Town
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XXIV. Castle Yard
   VOLUME 4 - CHAPTER XXV. The Rescue
VOLUME 5
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXVI. The Part Horatio played
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXVII. In which I am sore tempted
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXVIII. Arlington Street
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXIX. I meet a very Great Young Man
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXX. A Conspiracy
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXXI. "Upstairs into the World"
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXXII. Lady Tankerville's Drum-major
   VOLUME 5 - CHAPTER XXXIII. Drury Lane
VOLUME 6
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXIV. His Grace makes Advances
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXV. In which my Lord Baltimore appears .
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXVI. A Glimpse of Mr. Garrick
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXVII. The Serpentine
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXVIII. In which I am roundly brought to task
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XXXIX. Holland House
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XL. Vauxhall
   VOLUME 6 - CHAPTER XLI. The Wilderness
VOLUME 7
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLII. My Friends are proven
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLIII. Annapolis once more
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLIV. Noblesse Oblige
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLV. The House of Memories
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLVI. Gordon's Pride
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLVII. Visitors
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLVIII. Multum in Parvo
   VOLUME 7 - CHAPTER XLIX. Liberty loses a Friend
VOLUME 8
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER L. Farewell to Gordon's
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LI. How an Idle Prophecy came to pass
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LII. How the Gardener's Son fought the Serapis
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LIII. In which I make Some Discoveries
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LIV. More Discoveries.
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LV. The Love of a Maid for a Man
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LVI. How Good came out of Evil
   VOLUME 8 - CHAPTER LVII. I come to my Own again
   Afterward