The Amateur Gentleman

"My dear fellow," said the Viscount, stifling a yawn beneath the

bedclothes, "you rise with the lark,--or should it be linnet? Anyhow,

you do, you know. So deuced early!"

"I am here early because I haven't been to bed, Dick."

"Ah, night mail? Dev'lish uncomfortable! Didn't think you'd come back

in such a deuce of a hurry, though!"

"But you wanted to see me, Dick, what is it?"

"Why,--egad, Bev, I'm afraid it's nothing much, after all.

It's that fellow Smivvle's fault, really."

"Smivvle?"

"Fellow actually called here yesterday--twice, Bev. Dev'lish

importunate fellow y'know. Wanted to see you,--deuced insistent

about it, too!"

"Why?"

"Well, from what I could make out, he seemed to think--sounds

ridiculous so early in the morning,--but he seemed to fancy you were

in some kind of--danger, Bev."

"How, Dick?"

"Well, when I told him he couldn't see you because you had driven

over to Hawkhurst, the fellow positively couldn't sit still--deuced

nervous, y'know,--though probably owing to drink. 'Hawkhurst!' says

he, staring at me as if I were a ghost, my dear fellow, 'yes,' says I,

'and the door's open, sir!' 'I see it is,' says he, sitting tight.

'But you must get him back!' 'Can't be done!' says I. 'Are you his

friend?' says he. 'I hope so,' says I. 'Then,' says he, before I

could remind him of the door again, 'then you must get him back--

at once!' I asked him why, but he only stared and shook his head,

and so took himself off. I'll own the fellow shook me rather, Bev,

--he seemed so very much in earnest, but, knowing where you were, I

wouldn't have disturbed you for the world if it hadn't been for the

horses."

"Ah, yes--the horses!" said Barnabas thoughtfully. "How is your

arm now, Dick?"

"A bit stiff, but otherwise right as a trivet, Bev. But now--about

yourself, my dear fellow,--what on earth possessed you to lay

Carnaby such a bet? What a perfectly reckless fellow you are! Of

course the money is as good as in Carnaby's pocket already, not to

mention Chichester's--damn him! As I told you in my letter, the

affair has gone the round of the clubs,--every one is laughing at

the 'Galloping Countryman,' as they call you. Jerningham came within

an ace of fighting Tufton Green of the Guards about it, but the

Marquis is deuced knowing with the barkers, and Tufton, very wisely,

thought better of it. Still, I'm afraid the name will stick--!"

"And why not, Dick? I am a countryman, indeed quite a yokel in many

ways, and I shall certainly gallop--when it comes to it."

"Which brings us back to the horses, Bev. I 've been thinking we

ought to get 'em away--into the country--some quiet place like--say,

the--the 'Spotted Cow,' Bev."