"The fellow is gone," Ebenezer said. " 'Tis safe to show thyself." Still weak in the knees, he sat at his writing-desk and held his head in his hands.
"Lucky for him he held his temper!" Bertrand said grimly, brandishing his candleholder.
Ebenezer smiled. "Was't thy intent to rap on the wall for silence if he didn't?"
"On his arrogant pate, sir! I stood just without your door the entire while, for fear he'd leap you, and only jumped inside my room when he left, for fear he'd spy me."
"For fear in sooth! Did you not hear my call?"
"I own I did not, sir, and beg your pardon for't. Had he knocked below like any gentleman, he'd ne'er have got by me on that errand, I swear! 'Twas your voices waked me, and when I caught the drift of your talk I dared not intrude for fear of presuming, or leave for fear he'd assault you."
"Marry, Bertrand!" Ebenezer said. "Thou'rt the very model of a servant! You heard all, then?"
" 'Twas farthest from my mind to eavesdrop," Bertrand protested, "but I could scarce avoid the substance of't. What a cheat and blackguard the pimp is, to ask five guinea for a tart you spent not two hours with! For five guinea I could fill thy bed with trollops!"
"Nay, 'tis no cheat; McEvoy is as honest a man as I. 'Twas a collision of principles, not a haggle over price." He went to fetch a robe. "Will you make up the fire, Bertrand, and brew tea for both of us? I've small hope of sleep this night."
Bertrand lit the lamp from his candle, put fresh wood in the fireplace, and blew up the embers in the grate.
"How can the wretch harm you?" he asked. " 'Tis unlikely a pimp could press a law-suit!"
"He hath no need of the courts. 'Tis but a matter of telling my father of the affair, and off I go to Maryland."
"For a simple business with a strumpet, sir? Marry, thou'rt not a child, nor Master Andrew any cleric! I beg your pardon for't, sir, but your homeplace is no popish convent, if I may say so! There's much goes on there that Miss Anna and yourself know naught of, nor old Twigg, either, for all her sniffs and snoops."
Ebenezer frowned. "How's that? What in Heav'n do you mean, fellow?"
"Nay, nay, spare your anger; marry, I yield to none in respect for your father, sir! I meant naught by't at all, save that Master Andrew is a natural man, if you follow me, like thee and me; a lusty fellow despite his age, and — no disrespect intended — he's long a widower. A servant sees things now and again, sir."
"A servant sees little and fancies much," Ebenezer said sharply. "Is't your suggestion my father's a whoremonger?"
" 'Sblood, sir, nothing of the sort! He's a great man and an honest, is Master Andrew, and I pride myself on having his confidence these many years. 'Tis no accident he chose me to come to London with you, sir: I've managed business of some consequence for him ere now that Mrs. Twigg for all her haughty airs knew naught of."
"See here, Bertrand," Ebenezer demanded with interest, "are you saying you've been my father's pimp?"
"I'll speak no more of't, sir, an it please thee, for it seems thou'rt out of sorts and put an ill construction on my words. All I meant to say in the world was that were I in thy place I'd not pay a farthing for all the scoundrel's letters to your father. The man who says he ne'er hath bought a swiving must needs be either fairy or castrate, if he be not a liar, and Master Andrew's none o' the three. Let the rascal say 'tis a vice with thee; I'll swear on oath 'twas the first you've been a-whoring, to my knowledge. No disgrace in that." He gave Ebenezer a cup of tea and stood by the fire to drink his own.
"Perhaps not, even if 'twere true."
"I'm certain of't," Bertrand said, gaining confidence. "You had your tart as any man might, and there's an end on't. Her pimp asked more than her worth, and so you sent him packing. I'd advise thee to pay him not a farthing for all his trumpeting, and Master Andrew would agree with me."
"Belike you misheard me through the door, Bertrand," Ebenezer said. "I did not swive the girl."
Bertrand smiled. "Ah, now, 'twas a clever enough stand to take with the pimp, considering he roused you up ere you'd time to think; but 'twill ne'er fool Master Andrew for a minute."
"Nay, 'tis the simple truth! And e'en had I done so I would not pay him a ha'penny for't. I love the girl and shan't buy her for a harlot."
"Now, that one hath the touch of greatness in it," Bertrand declared. " 'Tis worthy of the cleverest blade in London! But speaking as your adviser — "
"My adviser! Thou'rt my adviser?"
Bertrand shifted uneasily. "Aye, sir, in a manner of speaking, you understand. As I said before, I pride myself that your father trusts me — "
"Did Father send you to me as a governess? Do you report my doings to him?"
"Nay, nay!" Bertrand said soothingly. "I only meant, as I said before, 'tis clearly no accident he named me and no other to attend ye, sir. I pride myself 'tis a sign of his faith in my judgment. I merely meant 'twas clever to tell the pimp thou're in love with his tart and shan't cheapen her; but if ye repeat the tale to Master Andrew 'twere wise to make clear 'twas but a gambit, so as not to alarm him."
"You don't believe it? Nor that I am a virgin?"
"Thou'rt a great tease, sir! I only question whether thy father would understand raillery."
"I see thou'rt not to be convinced," Ebenezer said, shaking his head. "No matter, I suppose. 'Tis not the business of five guineas will undo me anyhow, but the other."
"Another? Marry, what a rascal!"
"Nay, not another wench; another business. Haply 'twill interest you, as my adviser: McEvoy's tattling letter describes my place at Peter Paggen's, that hath not improved these five years."
Bertrand set down his cup. "My dear sir, pay him his rascally guineas."
Ebenezer smiled. "What? Permit the wretch to overcharge me?"
"I've two guinea laid by, sir, in a button box in my chest. 'Tis thine toward the debt. Only let me run to pay him, ere he posts his foul letter."
"Thy charity gladdens me, Bertrand, and thy concern, but the principle is the same. I shan't pay it."
"Marry, sir, then I must off to a Jew for the other three and pay it myself, though he hold liver and lights for collateral. Master Andrew will have my head!"
" 'Twill avail thee naught. 'Tis not five guineas McEvoy wants, but five guineas from my hand as whore-money."
"I'faith, then I'm lost!"
"How so?'
"When Master Andrew learns how ill ye've minded his direction he'll sack me for certain, to punish ye. What comfort hath the adviser? If things go well 'tis the student gets the praise; if ill, 'tis the adviser gets the blame."
" 'Tis in sooth a thankless office," Ebenezer said sympathetically. He yawned and stretched. "Let us sleep out the balance of the night, now. Thy conversation is a marvelous soporific."
Bertrand showed no sign of understanding the remark, but he rose to leave.
"You'll see me sacked, then, ere you pay the debt?"
"I doubt me such a priceless adviser will be sacked," Ebenezer replied. "Belike he'll send thee off with me to Maryland, to advise me."
"Gramercy, sir! Thou'rt jesting!"
"Not at all."
" 'Sheart! To perish at the hands of salvages!"
"Ah, as for that, two of us can fight 'em better than one. Good night, now." So saying, he sent Bertrand terrified to his room and attempted to lull himself to sleep. But his fancy was too much occupied with versions of the imminent confrontation of his father and himself — versions the details of which he altered and perfected with an artist's dispassionate care — to allow him more than a restless somnolence.