Dacres was not the only excited visitor that Hawbury
had that day.
Before its close another made his appearance in the
person of the
Baron.
“Well, my noble friend,”
cried Hawbury “my Baron bold how
goes it? But, by Jove! what’s the matter,
my boy? Your brow deep scars of thunder have
intrenched, and care sits on your faded cheek.
Pour forth the mournful tale. I’ll sympathize.”
“I swear it’s too almighty bad!”
cried the Baron.
“What?”
“The way I’m getting humbugged.”
“Humbugged! Who’s been humbugging
you?”
“Darn me if I know; and that’s the worst
of it by a thundering sight.”
“Well, my dear fellow, if I
can help you, you’d better let me know what
it’s all about.”
“Why, Minnie; that’s the
row. There ain’t another thing on this green
earth that would trouble me for five seconds.”
“Minnie? Oh! And what has happened a
lover’s quarrel?”
“Not a quarrel. She’s all right.”
“What is it, then?”
“Why, she’s disappeared.”
“Disappeared! What do you mean by that?”
“Darn me if I know. I only
know this, that they keep their place bolted and barred,
and they’ve muffled the bell, and there’s
no servant to be seen, and I can’t find out
any thing about them. And it’s too almighty
bad. Now isn’t it?”
“It’s deuced odd, too queer,
by Jove! I don’t understand. Are you
sure they’re all locked up?”
“Course I am.”
“And no servants?”
“Not a darned servant.”
“Did you ask the concierge?”
“Course I did; and crossed his
palm, too. But he didn’t give me any satisfaction.”
“What did he say?”
“Why, he said they were at home,
for they had been out in the morning, and had got
back again. Well, after that I went back and nearly
knocked the door down. And that was no good; I
didn’t get a word. The concierge swore
they were in, and they wouldn’t so much as answer
me. Now I call that too almighty hard, and I’d
like to know what in thunder they all mean by it.”
“By Jove! odd, too.”
“Well, you know, I thought after
a while that it would be all explained the next day;
so I went home and waited, and came back the next
afternoon. I tried it over again. Same result.
I spoke to the concierge again, and he swore again
that they were all in. They had been out in the
morning, he said, and looked well. They had come
home by noon, and had gone to their rooms. Well,
I really did start the door that time, but didn’t
get any answer for my pains.”
“By Jove!”
“Well, I was pretty hard up,
I tell you. But I wasn’t going to give
up. So I staid there, and began a siege.
I crossed the concierge’s palm again, and was
in and out all night. Toward morning I took a
nap in his chair. He thought it was some government
business or other, and assisted me all he could.
I didn’t see any thing at all though, except
an infernal Italian a fellow that came calling
the first day I was there, and worked himself in between
me and Min. He was prowling about there, with
another fellow, and stared hard at me. I watched
him, and said nothing, for I wanted to find out his
little game. He’s up to something, I swear.
When he saw I was on the ground, though, he beat a
retreat.
“Well, I staid all night, and
the next morning watched again. I didn’t
knock. It wasn’t a bit of use not
a darned bit.
“Well, about nine o’clock
the door opened, and I saw some one looking out very
cautiously. In a minute I was standing before
her, and held out my hand to shake hers. It was
the old lady. But she didn’t shake hands.
She looked at me quite coolly.
“‘Good-morning, ma’am,’
said I, in quite a winning voice. ‘Good-morning,
ma’am.’
“‘Good-morning,’ she said.
“‘I come to see Minnie,’ said I.
“‘To see Minnie!’ said she:
and then she told me she wasn’t up.
“‘Ain’t up?’
said I; ’and it so bright and early! Why,
what’s got her? Well, you just go and tell
her I’m here, and I’ll just step
inside and wait till she comes down,’ said I.
“But the old lady didn’t budge.
“‘I’m not a servant,’
she said, very stiff; ’I’m her aunt, and
her guardian, and I allow no messages to pass between
her and strange gentlemen.’
“‘Strange gentlemen!’ I cried.
‘Why, ain’t I engaged to her?’
“‘I don’t know you,’ says
she.
“‘Wasn’t I introduced to you?’
says I.
“‘No,’ says she; ‘I don’t
know you.’
“‘But I’m engaged to Minnie,’
says I.
“‘I don’t recognize
you,’ says she. ’The family know nothing
about you; and my niece is a silly girl, who is going
back to her father, who will probably send her to
school.’
“‘But I saved her life,’ says I.
“‘That’s very possible,’
says she; ’many persons have done so; yet that
gives you no right to annoy her; and you shall not
annoy her. Your engagement is an absurdity.
The child herself is an absurdity. You are
an absurdity. Was it not you who was creating
such a frightful disturbance here yesterday?
Let me inform you, Sir, that if you repeat it, you
will be handed over to the police. The police
would certainly have been called yesterday had we
not wished to avoid hurting your feelings. We
now find that you have no feelings to hurt.’
“‘Very well, ma’am,’
says I; ’these are your views; but as you are
not Minnie, I don’t accept them. I won’t
retire from the field till I hear a command to that
effect from Minnie herself. I allow no relatives
to stand between me and my love. Show me Minnie,
and let me hear what she has to say. That’s
all I ask, and that’s fair and square.’
“‘You shall not see her
at all,’ says the old lady, quite mild; ’not
at all. You must not come again, for you will
not be admitted. Police will be here to put you
out if you attempt to force an entrance as you did
before.’
“‘Force an entrance!’ I cried.
“‘Yes,’ she said,
’force an entrance. You did so, and you
filled the whole house with your shouts. Is that
to be borne? Not by us, Sir. And now go,
and don’t disturb us any more.’
“Well, I’ll be darned
if I ever felt so cut up in my life. The old
lady was perfectly calm and cool; wasn’t a bit
scared though there was no reason why she
should be. She just gave it to me that way.
But when she accused me of forcing an entrance and
kicking up a row, I was struck all of a heap and couldn’t
say a word. Me force an entrance! Me
kick up a row! And in Minnie’s house!
Why, the old woman’s mad!
“Well, the old lady shut the
door in my face, and I walked off; and I’ve
been ever since trying to understand it, but I’ll
be darned if I can make head or tail of it. The
only thing I see is that they’re all keeping
Minnie locked up away from me. They don’t
like me, though why they don’t I can’t
see; for I’m as good as any body, and I’ve
been particular about being civil to all of them.
Still they don’t like me, and they see that
Minnie does, and they’re trying to break up the
engagement. But by the living jingo!” and
the Baron clinched a good-sized and very sinewy fist,
which he brought down hard on the table “by
the living jingo, they’ll find they can’t
come it over me! No, Sir!”
“Is she fond of you Miss Fay, I mean?”
“Fond! Course she is. She dotes on
me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure! As sure as I am
of my own existence. Why, the way she looks at
me is enough! She has a look of helpless trust,
an innocent confidence, a tender, child-like faith
and love, and a beseeching, pleading, imploring way
that tells me she is mine through and through.”
Hawbury was a little surprised.
He thought he had heard something like that before.
“Oh, well,” said he, “that’s
the chief thing, you know. If you’re sure
of the girl’s affections, the battle’s
half won.”
“Half won! Ain’t it all won?”
“Well, not exactly. You
see, with us English, there are ever so many considerations.”
“But with us Americans there
is only one consideration, and that is, Do you love
me? Still, if her relatives are particular about
dollars, I can foot up as many thousands as her old
man, I dare say; and then, if they care for rank,
why, I’m a Baron!”
“And what’s more, old
boy,” said Hawbury, earnestly, “if they
wanted a valiant, stout, true, honest, loyal soul,
they needn’t go further than Rufus K. Gunn,
Baron de Atramonte.”
The Baron’s face flushed.
“Hawbury,” said he, “that’s
good in you. We’ve tried one another, haven’t
we? You’re a brick! And I don’t
need you to tell me what you think of
me. But if you could get a word into the ear of
that cantankerous old lady, and just let her know
what you know about me, it might move her.
You see you’re after her style, and I’m
not; and she can’t see any thing but a man’s
manner, which, after all, varies in all countries.
Now if you could speak a word for me, Hawbury ”
“By Jove! my dear fellow, I’d
be glad to do so I swear I would; but you
don’t appear to know that I won’t have
the chance. They’re all going to leave
Rome to-morrow morning.”
The Baron started as though he had been shot.
“What!” he cried, hoarsely. “What’s
that? Leave Rome?”
“Yes.”
“And to-morrow morning?”
“Yes; Miss Fay told me herself ”
“Miss Fay told you herself!
By Heaven! What do they mean by that?” And
the Baron sat trembling with excitement.
“Well, the holy week’s over.”
“Darn it all, that’s got
nothing to do with it! It’s me! They’re
trying to get her from me! How are they going?
Do you know?”
“They are going in a carriage by the way of
Civita Castellana.”
“In a carriage by the way of
Civita Castellana! Darn that old idiot of
a woman! what’s she up to now? If she’s
running away from me, she’ll wish herself back
before she gets far on that road. Why, there’s
an infernal nest of brigands there that call themselves
Garibaldians; and, by thunder, the woman’s crazy!
They’ll be seized and held to ransom perhaps
worse. Heavens! I’ll go mad! I’ll
run and tell them. But no; they won’t see
me. What’ll I do? And Minnie!
I can’t give her up. She can’t give
me up. She’s a poor, trembling little creature;
her whole life hangs on mine. Separation from
me would kill her. Poor little girl! Separation!
By thunder, they shall never separate us! What
devil makes the old woman go by that infernal road?
Brigands all the way! But I’ll go after
them; I’ll follow them. They’ll find
it almighty hard work to keep her from me! I’ll
see her, by thunder! and I’ll get her out of
their clutches! I swear I will! I’ll
bring her back here to Rome, and I’ll get the
Pope himself to bind her to me with a knot that all
the old women under heaven can never loosen!”
“What! You’re going?
By Jove! that’s odd, for I’m going with
a friend on the same road.”
“Good again! Three cheers!
And you’ll see the old woman, and speak a good
word for me?”
“If I see her and get a chance,
I certainly will, by Jove!”