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    CHAPTER 50

    Involves a serious Catastrophe

    The little race-course at Hampton was in the full tide and height of
    its gaiety; the day as dazzling as day could be; the sun high in the
    cloudless sky, and shining in its fullest splendour. Every gaudy
    colour that fluttered in the air from carriage seat and garish tent
    top, shone out in its gaudiest hues. Old dingy flags grew new
    again, faded gilding was re-burnished, stained rotten canvas looked
    a snowy white, the very beggars' rags were freshened up, and
    sentiment quite forgot its charity in its fervent admiration of
    poverty so picturesque.

    It was one of those scenes of life and animation, caught in its very
    brightest and freshest moments, which can scarcely fail to please;
    for if the eye be tired of show and glare, or the ear be weary with
    a ceaseless round of noise, the one may repose, turn almost where it
    will, on eager, happy, and expectant faces, and the other deaden all
    consciousness of more annoying sounds in those of mirth and
    exhilaration. Even the sunburnt faces of gypsy children, half naked
    though they be, suggest a drop of comfort. It is a pleasant thing
    to see that the sun has been there; to know that the air and light
    are on them every day; to feel that they ARE children, and lead
    children's lives; that if their pillows be damp, it is with the dews
    of Heaven, and not with tears; that the limbs of their girls are
    free, and that they are not crippled by distortions, imposing an
    unnatural and horrible penance upon their sex; that their lives are
    spent, from day to day, at least among the waving trees, and not in
    the midst of dreadful engines which make young children old before
    they know what childhood is, and give them the exhaustion and
    infirmity of age, without, like age, the privilege to die. God send
    that old nursery tales were true, and that gypsies stole such
    children by the score!

    The great race of the day had just been run; and the close lines of
    people, on either side of the course, suddenly breaking up and
    pouring into it, imparted a new liveliness to the scene, which was
    again all busy movement. Some hurried eagerly to catch a glimpse of
    the winning horse; others darted to and fro, searching, no less
    eagerly, for the carriages they had left in quest of better
    stations. Here, a little knot gathered round a pea and thimble
    table to watch the plucking of some unhappy greenhorn; and there,
    another proprietor with his confederates in various disguises--one
    man in spectacles; another, with an eyeglass and a stylish hat; a
    third, dressed as a farmer well to do in the world, with his top-
    coat over his arm and his flash notes in a large leathern pocket-
    book; and all with heavy-handled whips to represent most innocent
    country fellows who had trotted there on horseback--sought, by loud
    and noisy talk and pretended play, to entrap some unwary customer,
    while the gentlemen confederates (of more villainous aspect still,
    in clean linen and good clothes), betrayed their close interest in
    the concern by the anxious furtive glance they cast on all
    new comers. These would be hanging on the outskirts of a wide circle
    of people assembled round some itinerant juggler, opposed, in his
    turn, by a noisy band of music, or the classic game of 'Ring the
    Bull,' while ventriloquists holding dialogues with wooden dolls, and
    fortune-telling women smothering the cries of real babies, divided
    with them, and many more, the general attention of the company.
    Drinking-tents were full, glasses began to clink in carriages,
    hampers to be unpacked, tempting provisions to be set forth, knives
    and forks to rattle, champagne corks to fly, eyes to brighten that
    were not dull before, and pickpockets to count their gains during
    the last heat. The attention so recently strained on one object of
    interest, was now divided among a hundred; and look where you would,
    there was a motley assemblage of feasting, laughing, talking,
    begging, gambling, and mummery.

    Of the gambling-booths there was a plentiful show, flourishing in
    all the splendour of carpeted ground, striped hangings, crimson
    cloth, pinnacled roofs, geranium pots, and livery servants. There
    were the Stranger's club-house, the Athenaeum club-house, the
    Hampton club-house, the St James's club-house, and half a mile of
    club-houses to play IN; and there were ROUGE-ET-NOIR, French hazard,
    and other games to play AT. It is into one of these booths that our
    story takes its way.

    Fitted up with three tables for the purposes of play, and crowded
    with players and lookers on, it was, although the largest place of
    the kind upon the course, intensely hot, notwithstanding that a
    portion of the canvas roof was rolled back to admit more air, and
    there were two doors for a free passage in and out. Excepting one
    or two men who, each with a long roll of half-crowns, chequered with
    a few stray sovereigns, in his left hand, staked their money at
    every roll of the ball with a business-like sedateness which showed
    that they were used to it, and had been playing all day, and most
    probably all the day before, there was no very distinctive character
    about the players, who were chiefly young men, apparently attracted
    by curiosity, or staking small sums as part of the amusement of the
    day, with no very great interest in winning or losing. There were
    two persons present, however, who, as peculiarly good specimens of a
    class, deserve a passing notice.

    Of these, one was a man of six or eight and fifty, who sat on a
    chair near one of the entrances of the booth, with his hands folded
    on the top of his stick, and his chin appearing above them. He was
    a tall, fat, long-bodied man, buttoned up to the throat in a light
    green coat, which made his body look still longer than it was. He
    wore, besides, drab breeches and gaiters, a white neckerchief, and a
    broad-brimmed white hat. Amid all the buzzing noise of the games,
    and the perpetual passing in and out of the people, he seemed
    perfectly calm and abstracted, without the smallest particle of
    excitement in his composition. He exhibited no indication of
    weariness, nor, to a casual observer, of interest either. There he
    sat, quite still and collected. Sometimes, but very rarely, he
    nodded to some passing face, or beckoned to a waiter to obey a call
    from one of the tables. The next instant he subsided into his old
    state. He might have been some profoundly deaf old gentleman, who
    had come in to take a rest, or he might have been patiently waiting
    for a friend, without the least consciousness of anybody's presence,
    or fixed in a trance, or under the influence of opium. People
    turned round and looked at him; he made no gesture, caught nobody's
    eye, let them pass away, and others come on and be succeeded by
    others, and took no notice. When he did move, it seemed wonderful
    how he could have seen anything to occasion it. And so, in truth,
    it was. But there was not a face that passed in or out, which this
    man failed to see; not a gesture at any one of the three tables that
    was lost upon him; not a word, spoken by the bankers, but reached
    his ear; not a winner or loser he could not have marked. And he was
    the proprietor of the place.

    The other presided over the ROUGE-ET-NOIR table. He was probably
    some ten years younger, and was a plump, paunchy, sturdy-looking
    fellow, with his under-lip a little pursed, from a habit of counting
    money inwardly as he paid it, but with no decidedly bad expression
    in his face, which was rather an honest and jolly one than
    otherwise. He wore no coat, the weather being hot, and stood behind
    the table with a huge mound of crowns and half-crowns before him,
    and a cash-box for notes. This game was constantly playing.
    Perhaps twenty people would be staking at the same time. This man
    had to roll the ball, to watch the stakes as they were laid down, to
    gather them off the colour which lost, to pay those who won, to do
    it all with the utmost dispatch, to roll the ball again, and to keep
    this game perpetually alive. He did it all with a rapidity
    absolutely marvellous; never hesitating, never making a mistake,
    never stopping, and never ceasing to repeat such unconnected phrases
    as the following, which, partly from habit, and partly to have
    something appropriate and business-like to say, he constantly poured
    out with the same monotonous emphasis, and in nearly the same order,
    all day long:

    'Rooge-a-nore from Paris! Gentlemen, make your game and back your
    own opinions--any time while the ball rolls--rooge-a-nore from
    Paris, gentlemen, it's a French game, gentlemen, I brought it over
    myself, I did indeed!--Rooge-a-nore from Paris--black wins--black--
    stop a minute, sir, and I'll pay you, directly--two there, half a
    pound there, three there--and one there--gentlemen, the ball's a
    rolling--any time, sir, while the ball rolls!--The beauty of this
    game is, that you can double your stakes or put down your money,
    gentlemen, any time while the ball rolls--black again--black wins--I
    never saw such a thing--I never did, in all my life, upon my word I
    never did; if any gentleman had been backing the black in the last
    five minutes he must have won five-and-forty pound in four rolls of
    the ball, he must indeed. Gentlemen, we've port, sherry, cigars, and
    most excellent champagne. Here, wai-ter, bring a bottle of
    champagne, and let's have a dozen or fifteen cigars here--and let's
    be comfortable, gentlemen--and bring some clean glasses--any time
    while the ball rolls!--I lost one hundred and thirty-seven pound
    yesterday, gentlemen, at one roll of the ball, I did indeed!--how do
    you do, sir?' (recognising some knowing gentleman without any halt
    or change of voice, and giving a wink so slight that it seems an
    accident), 'will you take a glass of sherry, sir?--here, wai-ter!
    bring a clean glass, and hand the sherry to this gentleman--and hand
    it round, will you, waiter?--this is the rooge-a-nore from Paris,
    gentlemen--any time while the ball rolls!--gentlemen, make your
    game, and back your own opinions--it's the rooge-a-nore from Paris--
    quite a new game, I brought it over myself, I did indeed--gentlemen,
    the ball's a-rolling!'

    This officer was busily plying his vocation when half-a-dozen
    persons sauntered through the booth, to whom, but without stopping
    either in his speech or work, he bowed respectfully; at the same
    time directing, by a look, the attention of a man beside him to the
    tallest figure in the group, in recognition of whom the proprietor
    pulled off his hat. This was Sir Mulberry Hawk, with whom were his
    friend and pupil, and a small train of gentlemanly-dressed men, of
    characters more doubtful than obscure.

    The proprietor, in a low voice, bade Sir Mulberry good-day. Sir
    Mulberry, in the same tone, bade the proprietor go to the devil, and
    turned to speak with his friends.

    There was evidently an irritable consciousness about him that he was
    an object of curiosity, on this first occasion of showing himself in
    public after the accident that had befallen him; and it was easy to
    perceive that he appeared on the race-course, that day, more in the
    hope of meeting with a great many people who knew him, and so
    getting over as much as possible of the annoyance at once, than with
    any purpose of enjoying the sport. There yet remained a slight scar
    upon his face, and whenever he was recognised, as he was almost
    every minute by people sauntering in and out, he made a restless
    effort to conceal it with his glove; showing how keenly he felt the
    disgrace he had undergone.

    'Ah! Hawk,' said one very sprucely-dressed personage in a Newmarket
    coat, a choice neckerchief, and all other accessories of the most
    unexceptionable kind. 'How d'ye do, old fellow?'

    This was a rival trainer of young noblemen and gentlemen, and the
    person of all others whom Sir Mulberry most hated and dreaded to
    meet. They shook hands with excessive cordiality.

    'And how are you now, old fellow, hey?'

    'Quite well, quite well,' said Sir Mulberry.

    'That's right,' said the other. 'How d'ye do, Verisopht? He's a
    little pulled down, our friend here. Rather out of condition still,
    hey?'

    It should be observed that the gentleman had very white teeth, and
    that when there was no excuse for laughing, he generally finished
    with the same monosyllable, which he uttered so as to display them.

    'He's in very good condition; there's nothing the matter with him,'
    said the young man carelessly.

    'Upon my soul I'm glad to hear it,' rejoined the other. 'Have you
    just returned from Brussels?'

    'We only reached town late last night,' said Lord Frederick. Sir
    Mulberry turned away to speak to one of his own party, and feigned
    not to hear.

    'Now, upon my life,' said the friend, affecting to speak in a
    whisper, 'it's an uncommonly bold and game thing in Hawk to show
    himself so soon. I say it advisedly; there's a vast deal of courage
    in it. You see he has just rusticated long enough to excite
    curiosity, and not long enough for men to have forgotten that deuced
    unpleasant--by-the-bye--you know the rights of the affair, of
    course? Why did you never give those confounded papers the lie? I
    seldom read the papers, but I looked in the papers for that, and may
    I be--'

    'Look in the papers,' interrupted Sir Mulberry, turning suddenly
    round, 'tomorrow--no, next day, will you?'

    'Upon my life, my dear fellow, I seldom or never read the papers,'
    said the other, shrugging his shoulders, 'but I will, at your
    recommendation. What shall I look for?'

    'Good day,' said Sir Mulberry, turning abruptly on his heel, and
    drawing his pupil with him. Falling, again, into the loitering,
    careless pace at which they had entered, they lounged out, arm in
    arm.

    'I won't give him a case of murder to read,' muttered Sir Mulberry
    with an oath; 'but it shall be something very near it if whipcord
    cuts and bludgeons bruise.'

    His companion said nothing, but there was something in his manner
    which galled Sir Mulberry to add, with nearly as much ferocity as if
    his friend had been Nicholas himself:

    'I sent Jenkins to old Nickleby before eight o'clock this morning.
    He's a staunch one; he was back with me before the messenger. I had
    it all from him in the first five minutes. I know where this hound
    is to be met with; time and place both. But there's no need to
    talk; tomorrow will soon be here.'

    'And wha-at's to be done tomorrow?' inquired Lord Frederick.

    Sir Mulberry Hawk honoured him with an angry glance, but
    condescended to return no verbal answer to this inquiry. Both
    walked sullenly on, as though their thoughts were busily occupied,
    until they were quite clear of the crowd, and almost alone, when Sir
    Mulberry wheeled round to return.

    'Stop,' said his companion, 'I want to speak to you in earnest.
    Don't turn back. Let us walk here, a few minutes.'

    'What have you to say to me, that you could not say yonder as well
    as here?' returned his Mentor, disengaging his arm.

    'Hawk,' rejoined the other, 'tell me; I must know.'

    'MUST know,' interrupted the other disdainfully. 'Whew! Go on. If
    you must know, of course there's no escape for me. Must know!'

    'Must ask then,' returned Lord Frederick, 'and must press you for a
    plain and straightforward answer. Is what you have just said only a
    mere whim of the moment, occasioned by your being out of humour and
    irritated, or is it your serious intention, and one that you have
    actually contemplated?'

    'Why, don't you remember what passed on the subject one night, when
    I was laid up with a broken limb?' said Sir Mulberry, with a sneer.

    'Perfectly well.'

    'Then take that for an answer, in the devil's name,' replied Sir
    Mulberry, 'and ask me for no other.'

    Such was the ascendancy he had acquired over his dupe, and such the
    latter's general habit of submission, that, for the moment, the
    young man seemed half afraid to pursue the subject. He soon
    overcame this feeling, however, if it had restrained him at all, and
    retorted angrily:

    'If I remember what passed at the time you speak of, I expressed a
    strong opinion on this subject, and said that, with my knowledge or
    consent, you never should do what you threaten now.'

    'Will you prevent me?' asked Sir Mulberry, with a laugh.

    'Ye-es, if I can,' returned the other, promptly.

    'A very proper saving clause, that last,' said Sir Mulberry; 'and
    one you stand in need of. Oh! look to your own business, and leave
    me to look to mine.'

    'This IS mine,' retorted Lord Frederick. 'I make it mine; I will
    make it mine. It's mine already. I am more compromised than I
    should be, as it is.'

    'Do as you please, and what you please, for yourself,' said Sir
    Mulberry, affecting an easy good-humour. 'Surely that must content
    you! Do nothing for me; that's all. I advise no man to interfere
    in proceedings that I choose to take. I am sure you know me better
    than to do so. The fact is, I see, you mean to offer me advice. It
    is well meant, I have no doubt, but I reject it. Now, if you
    please, we will return to the carriage. I find no entertainment
    here, but quite the reverse. If we prolong this conversation, we
    might quarrel, which would be no proof of wisdom in either you or
    me.'

    With this rejoinder, and waiting for no further discussion, Sir
    Mulberry Hawk yawned, and very leisurely turned back.

    There was not a little tact and knowledge of the young lord's
    disposition in this mode of treating him. Sir Mulberry clearly saw
    that if his dominion were to last, it must be established now. He
    knew that the moment he became violent, the young man would become
    violent too. He had, many times, been enabled to strengthen his
    influence, when any circumstance had occurred to weaken it, by
    adopting this cool and laconic style; and he trusted to it now, with
    very little doubt of its entire success.

    But while he did this, and wore the most careless and indifferent
    deportment that his practised arts enabled him to assume, he
    inwardly resolved, not only to visit all the mortification of being
    compelled to suppress his feelings, with additional severity upon
    Nicholas, but also to make the young lord pay dearly for it, one
    day, in some shape or other. So long as he had been a passive
    instrument in his hands, Sir Mulberry had regarded him with no other
    feeling than contempt; but, now that he presumed to avow opinions in
    opposition to his, and even to turn upon him with a lofty tone and
    an air of superiority, he began to hate him. Conscious that, in the
    vilest and most worthless sense of the term, he was dependent upon
    the weak young lord, Sir Mulberry could the less brook humiliation
    at his hands; and when he began to dislike him he measured his
    dislike--as men often do--by the extent of the injuries he had
    inflicted upon its object. When it is remembered that Sir Mulberry
    Hawk had plundered, duped, deceived, and fooled his pupil in every
    possible way, it will not be wondered at, that, beginning to hate
    him, he began to hate him cordially.

    On the other hand, the young lord having thought--which he very
    seldom did about anything--and seriously too, upon the affair with
    Nicholas, and the circumstances which led to it, had arrived at a
    manly and honest conclusion. Sir Mulberry's coarse and insulting
    behaviour on the occasion in question had produced a deep impression
    on his mind; a strong suspicion of his having led him on to pursue
    Miss Nickleby for purposes of his own, had been lurking there for
    some time; he was really ashamed of his share in the transaction,
    and deeply mortified by the misgiving that he had been gulled. He
    had had sufficient leisure to reflect upon these things, during
    their late retirement; and, at times, when his careless and indolent
    nature would permit, had availed himself of the opportunity. Slight
    circumstances, too, had occurred to increase his suspicion. It
    wanted but a very slight circumstance to kindle his wrath against
    Sir Mulberry. This his disdainful and insolent tone in their recent
    conversation (the only one they had held upon the subject since the
    period to which Sir Mulberry referred), effected.

    Thus they rejoined their friends: each with causes of dislike
    against the other rankling in his breast: and the young man haunted,
    besides, with thoughts of the vindictive retaliation which was
    threatened against Nicholas, and the determination to prevent it by
    some strong step, if possible. But this was not all. Sir Mulberry,
    conceiving that he had silenced him effectually, could not suppress
    his triumph, or forbear from following up what he conceived to be
    his advantage. Mr Pyke was there, and Mr Pluck was there, and
    Colonel Chowser, and other gentlemen of the same caste, and it was a
    great point for Sir Mulberry to show them that he had not lost his
    influence. At first, the young lord contented himself with a silent
    determination to take measures for withdrawing himself from the
    connection immediately. By degrees, he grew more angry, and was
    exasperated by jests and familiarities which, a few hours before,
    would have been a source of amusement to him. This did not serve
    him; for, at such bantering or retort as suited the company, he was
    no match for Sir Mulberry. Still, no violent rupture took place.
    They returned to town; Messrs Pyke and Pluck and other gentlemen
    frequently protesting, on the way thither, that Sir Mulberry had
    never been in such tiptop spirits in all his life.

    They dined together, sumptuously. The wine flowed freely, as indeed
    it had done all day. Sir Mulberry drank to recompense himself for
    his recent abstinence; the young lord, to drown his indignation; and
    the remainder of the party, because the wine was of the best and
    they had nothing to pay. It was nearly midnight when they rushed
    out, wild, burning with wine, their blood boiling, and their brains
    on fire, to the gaming-table.

    Here, they encountered another party, mad like themselves. The
    excitement of play, hot rooms, and glaring lights was not calculated
    to allay the fever of the time. In that giddy whirl of noise and
    confusion, the men were delirious. Who thought of money, ruin, or
    the morrow, in the savage intoxication of the moment? More wine was
    called for, glass after glass was drained, their parched and
    scalding mouths were cracked with thirst. Down poured the wine like
    oil on blazing fire. And still the riot went on. The debauchery
    gained its height; glasses were dashed upon the floor by hands that
    could not carry them to lips; oaths were shouted out by lips which
    could scarcely form the words to vent them in; drunken losers cursed
    and roared; some mounted on the tables, waving bottles above their
    heads and bidding defiance to the rest; some danced, some sang, some
    tore the cards and raved. Tumult and frenzy reigned supreme; when a
    noise arose that drowned all others, and two men, seizing each other
    by the throat, struggled into the middle of the room.

    A dozen voices, until now unheard, called aloud to part them. Those
    who had kept themselves cool, to win, and who earned their living in
    such scenes, threw themselves upon the combatants, and, forcing them
    asunder, dragged them some space apart.

    'Let me go!' cried Sir Mulberry, in a thick hoarse voice; 'he struck
    me! Do you hear? I say, he struck me. Have I a friend here? Who
    is this? Westwood. Do you hear me say he struck me?'

    'I hear, I hear,' replied one of those who held him. 'Come away for
    tonight!'

    'I will not, by G--,' he replied. 'A dozen men about us saw the
    blow.'

    'Tomorrow will be ample time,' said the friend.

    'It will not be ample time!' cried Sir Mulberry. 'Tonight, at once,
    here!' His passion was so great, that he could not articulate, but
    stood clenching his fist, tearing his hair, and stamping upon the
    ground.

    'What is this, my lord?' said one of those who surrounded him.
    'Have blows passed?'

    'ONE blow has,' was the panting reply. 'I struck him. I proclaim it
    to all here! I struck him, and he knows why. I say, with him, let
    this quarrel be adjusted now. Captain Adams,' said the young lord,
    looking hurriedly about him, and addressing one of those who had
    interposed, 'let me speak with you, I beg.'

    The person addressed stepped forward, and taking the young man's
    arm, they retired together, followed shortly afterwards by Sir
    Mulberry and his friend.

    It was a profligate haunt of the worst repute, and not a place in
    which such an affair was likely to awaken any sympathy for either
    party, or to call forth any further remonstrance or interposition.
    Elsewhere, its further progress would have been instantly prevented,
    and time allowed for sober and cool reflection; but not there.
    Disturbed in their orgies, the party broke up; some reeled away with
    looks of tipsy gravity; others withdrew noisily discussing what had
    just occurred; the gentlemen of honour who lived upon their winnings
    remarked to each other, as they went out, that Hawk was a good shot;
    and those who had been most noisy, fell fast asleep upon the sofas,
    and thought no more about it.

    Meanwhile, the two seconds, as they may be called now, after a long
    conference, each with his principal, met together in another room.
    Both utterly heartless, both men upon town, both thoroughly
    initiated in its worst vices, both deeply in debt, both fallen from
    some higher estate, both addicted to every depravity for which
    society can find some genteel name and plead its most depraving
    conventionalities as an excuse, they were naturally gentlemen of
    most unblemished honour themselves, and of great nicety concerning
    the honour of other people.

    These two gentlemen were unusually cheerful just now; for the affair
    was pretty certain to make some noise, and could scarcely fail to
    enhance their reputations.

    'This is an awkward affair, Adams,' said Mr Westwood, drawing
    himself up.

    'Very,' returned the captain; 'a blow has been struck, and there is
    but one course, OF course.'

    'No apology, I suppose?' said Mr Westwood.

    'Not a syllable, sir, from my man, if we talk till doomsday,'
    returned the captain. 'The original cause of dispute, I understand,
    was some girl or other, to whom your principal applied certain
    terms, which Lord Frederick, defending the girl, repelled. But this
    led to a long recrimination upon a great many sore subjects,
    charges, and counter-charges. Sir Mulberry was sarcastic; Lord
    Frederick was excited, and struck him in the heat of provocation,
    and under circumstances of great aggravation. That blow, unless
    there is a full retraction on the part of Sir Mulberry, Lord
    Frederick is ready to justify.'

    'There is no more to be said,' returned the other, 'but to settle
    the hour and the place of meeting. It's a responsibility; but there
    is a strong feeling to have it over. Do you object to say at
    sunrise?'

    'Sharp work,' replied the captain, referring to his watch; 'however,
    as this seems to have been a long time breeding, and negotiation is
    only a waste of words, no.'

    'Something may possibly be said, out of doors, after what passed in
    the other room, which renders it desirable that we should be off
    without delay, and quite clear of town,' said Mr Westwood. 'What do
    you say to one of the meadows opposite Twickenham, by the river-
    side?'

    The captain saw no objection.

    'Shall we join company in the avenue of trees which leads from
    Petersham to Ham House, and settle the exact spot when we arrive
    there?' said Mr Westwood.

    To this the captain also assented. After a few other preliminaries,
    equally brief, and having settled the road each party should take to
    avoid suspicion, they separated.

    'We shall just have comfortable time, my lord,' said the captain,
    when he had communicated the arrangements, 'to call at my rooms for
    a case of pistols, and then jog coolly down. If you will allow me
    to dismiss your servant, we'll take my cab; for yours, perhaps,
    might be recognised.'

    What a contrast, when they reached the street, to the scene they had
    just left! It was already daybreak. For the flaring yellow light
    within, was substituted the clear, bright, glorious morning; for a
    hot, close atmosphere, tainted with the smell of expiring lamps, and
    reeking with the steams of riot and dissipation, the free, fresh,
    wholesome air. But to the fevered head on which that cool air blew,
    it seemed to come laden with remorse for time misspent and countless
    opportunities neglected. With throbbing veins and burning skin,
    eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as
    though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the
    day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.

    'Shivering?' said the captain. 'You are cold.'

    'Rather.'

    'It does strike cool, coming out of those hot rooms. Wrap that
    cloak about you. So, so; now we're off.'

    They rattled through the quiet streets, made their call at the
    captain's lodgings, cleared the town, and emerged upon the open
    road, without hindrance or molestation.

    Fields, trees, gardens, hedges, everything looked very beautiful;
    the young man scarcely seemed to have noticed them before, though he
    had passed the same objects a thousand times. There was a peace and
    serenity upon them all, strangely at variance with the bewilderment
    and confusion of his own half-sobered thoughts, and yet impressive
    and welcome. He had no fear upon his mind; but, as he looked about
    him, he had less anger; and though all old delusions, relative to
    his worthless late companion, were now cleared away, he rather
    wished he had never known him than thought of its having come to
    this.

    The past night, the day before, and many other days and nights
    beside, all mingled themselves up in one unintelligible and
    senseless whirl; he could not separate the transactions of one time
    from those of another. Now, the noise of the wheels resolved itself
    into some wild tune in which he could recognise scraps of airs he
    knew; now, there was nothing in his ears but a stunning and
    bewildering sound, like rushing water. But his companion rallied
    him on being so silent, and they talked and laughed boisterously.
    When they stopped, he was a little surprised to find himself in the
    act of smoking; but, on reflection, he remembered when and where he
    had taken the cigar.

    They stopped at the avenue gate and alighted, leaving the carriage
    to the care of the servant, who was a smart fellow, and nearly as
    well accustomed to such proceedings as his master. Sir Mulberry and
    his friend were already there. All four walked in profound silence
    up the aisle of stately elm trees, which, meeting far above their
    heads, formed a long green perspective of Gothic arches,
    terminating, like some old ruin, in the open sky.

    After a pause, and a brief conference between the seconds, they, at
    length, turned to the right, and taking a track across a little
    meadow, passed Ham House and came into some fields beyond. In one
    of these, they stopped. The ground was measured, some usual forms
    gone through, the two principals were placed front to front at the
    distance agreed upon, and Sir Mulberry turned his face towards his
    young adversary for the first time. He was very pale, his eyes were
    bloodshot, his dress disordered, and his hair dishevelled. For
    the face, it expressed nothing but violent and evil passions. He
    shaded his eyes with his hand; grazed at his opponent, steadfastly,
    for a few moments; and, then taking the weapon which was tendered to
    him, bent his eyes upon that, and looked up no more until the word
    was given, when he instantly fired.

    The two shots were fired, as nearly as possible, at the same
    instant. In that instant, the young lord turned his head sharply
    round, fixed upon his adversary a ghastly stare, and without a groan
    or stagger, fell down dead.

    'He's gone!' cried Westwood, who, with the other second, had run up
    to the body, and fallen on one knee beside it.

    'His blood on his own head,' said Sir Mulberry. 'He brought this
    upon himself, and forced it upon me.'

    'Captain Adams,' cried Westwood, hastily, 'I call you to witness
    that this was fairly done. Hawk, we have not a moment to lose. We
    must leave this place immediately, push for Brighton, and cross to
    France with all speed. This has been a bad business, and may be
    worse, if we delay a moment. Adams, consult your own safety, and
    don't remain here; the living before the dead; goodbye!'

    With these words, he seized Sir Mulberry by the arm, and hurried him
    away. Captain Adams--only pausing to convince himself, beyond all
    question, of the fatal result--sped off in the same direction, to
    concert measures with his servant for removing the body, and
    securing his own safety likewise.

    So died Lord Frederick Verisopht, by the hand which he had loaded
    with gifts, and clasped a thousand times; by the act of him, but for
    whom, and others like him, he might have lived a happy man, and died
    with children's faces round his bed.

    The sun came proudly up in all his majesty, the noble river ran its
    winding course, the leaves quivered and rustled in the air, the
    birds poured their cheerful songs from every tree, the short-lived
    butterfly fluttered its little wings; all the light and life of day
    came on; and, amidst it all, and pressing down the grass whose every
    blade bore twenty tiny lives, lay the dead man, with his stark and
    rigid face turned upwards to the sky.
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