“Yes, yes, but what happened then?” interrupted the Duke.
“Oh there was no doing anything with her, sir! She said the beau was a lord, but I daresay that was a hum, and he had gone off to hire a chaise, and to buy this stupid dress for her. So I went away, and the more I thought of it the more I knew you would not like it. And then I thought of the most famous plot!” Tom’s eyes sparkled with reminiscent delight as he spoke; he looked appealingly at the Duke, and said: “You wouldn’t have liked it, would you, sir?”
“No, not at all. What was your plot?”
“Well, first,” said Tom, relishing every moment of his recital, “I went back into the inn, and asked for the landlord, only when he came it wasn’t—I mean, it was a landlady, but it didn’t signify. I told her the smokiest story, sir! She was completely taken-in! I said I knew Belinda very well, and how I had seen her get into that hack with the strange beau, and that was quite true, at any rate. And then I said the beau was a lover Belinda’s pa didn’t like, and that they were off to Gretna Green, because Belinda was a great heiress, and the beau a wicked adventurer. I read a story like that once, only it was a stupid tale, with hardly any fights, and I never thought I should be glad I’d read it. It just shows one, doesn’t it, sir? The landlady was excessively shocked! I said there would be the deuce of a bobbery when it was discovered, and I thought I should go to warn Belinda’s pa. The landlady was frightened for her life, and she said it would be a bad thing for the house, but she could see Belinda was only a child, and it was a shame, and ought to be stopped. So then I said I would fob the beau off, if she would engage to keep Belinda out of the way, and make the ostlers swear they would tell the beau the same story that I did, if he should question them. But he was in such a taking that he never did! Only to ask the head ostler in the fiercest voice you ever heard if a chaise with yellow wheels and four gray horses had stopped at the inn, and of course the ostler said yes, grinning like road, because it had, you know!”
“Tom, Tom, you are going too fast for me! What has the chaise to do with it?”
“Oh, yes! Well, the landlady cajoled Belinda to go with her into a parlour at the back of the house, because she said she would be more comfortable there, and then I wrote a letter in the sort of way I thought very likely Belinda would. I wrote that you had come for her, sir, and would give her a better gown than the one in Milsom Street, and so she was going to London with you instead. And I put in that she was very much obliged to him, because I thought she would say that, to be civil. And then I went out into the road to wait, and after an age the beau drove up in a post-chaise-and-four, and jumped down, and I went up to him, and asked him in the sort of voice a stable-boy would if he was Lord Gaywood, which Belinda said he was. And he said yes, so I gave him the note, and said a young lady with yellow curls had given me a shilling to do so. And, oh, sir, I do think it was the most first-rate lark I’ve ever kicked up, for he flew into the deuce of a passion, and he looked as though he would like to murder someone! And he asked what horses were you driving, and I could see it was you he wanted to murder, so I said gray ones, like I told you, because there was a chaise with four splendid grays, and yellow wheels, and they were famous steppers, so that I should think he will not easily catch them, and so you will have time to fetch Belinda, and be off before he can come back. For he set off after the other chaise in a twinkling, sir, and told the post-boys they should have double fees if they caught up with it. Sir, are you pleased with me?”
“Tom, I am delighted with you!” the Duke assured him. “My only regret is that I cannot see Gaywood’s face when he does overtake that yellow-wheeled chaise! When you come to stay with me in London, you shall go to all the theatres, and the wild beast shows, and to Vauxhall, to see the fireworks, and anything else you may happen to have set your heart on! I am eternally obliged to you and if my uncle should hear about the sheep, you may tell him that I told you to shoot it! Will you do one thing more for me?”
“I should think I would!” asseverated Tom, dazed by the thought of the treats in store for him.
“Then ride back to Cheyney now, and tell them that I am coming out to dine there, and may be a little late, so that they will please to set dinner back. Don’t tell anyone of this adventure!” He saw a slightly chagrined look on Tom’s face, and smiled. “Well, only tell Captain Ware!” he amended. “You will find him there, you know.”
It was plain that the prospect of again meeting this heroic personage was a lure Tom found hard to withstand. But he set his jaw, and said staunchly: “No! I shall come with you, sir, in case the beau should have returned!”
The Duke laughed. “Thank you, Tom, but even if he has returned I don’t think I stand in need of protection!”
“Yes, but you don’t know, sir,” said Tom earnestly. “He is much bigger than you are, and in such a temper beside!”
“My dear Tom, I know him very well indeed, and I assure you I am not afraid of him! Indeed, you must go back to Cheyney, or your papa will be in what you call one of his fusses, and that might end painfully for you, you know! Be off with you, and don’t forget to tell them that I am coming to dine there!”
He succeeded in getting rid of his young friend, and having seen him mount, and ride off, turned to his waiting chaise, and directed the astonished postilions to drive him to the George inn, on the London road. They exchanged speaking glances, but it was not for them to question the eccentricities of the Quality, and if the Duke chose to be driven a distance of little more than a mile in a chaise-and-four no doubt he would grease their palms handsomely.