The next to him was a bilious-looking man, somewhat past the middle of life, with that hard and severe cast of features that rather repels than invites intimacy. In figure he was compactly and stoutly built, his step as he walked, and his air as he stood, showed one whose military training had given the whole tone to his character. Certain strong lines about the mouth, and a peculiar puckering of the angles of the eyes, boded a turn for sarcasm, which all his instincts, and they were Scotch ones, could not completely repress. His voice was loud, sharp, and ringing, the voice of a man who, when he said a thing, would not brook being asked to repeat it. That Colonel Haggerstone knew how to be sapling as well as oak, was a tradition among those who had served with him; still it is right to add, that his more congenial mood was the imperative, and that which he usually practised. The accidental lameness of one of his horses had detained him some weeks at Baden, a durance which assuredly appeared to push his temper to its very last intrenchments.
The third representative of forlorn humanity was a very tall, muscular man, whose jockey-cut green coat and wide-brimmed hat contrasted oddly with a pair of huge white moustaches, that would have done credit to a captain of the Old Guard. On features, originally handsome, time, poverty, and dissipation had left many a mark; but still the half-droll, half-truculent twinkle of his clear gray eyes showed him one whom no turn of fortune could thoroughly subdue, and who, even in the very hardest of his trials, could find heart to indulge his humor for Peter Dalton was an Irishman; and although many years an absentee, held the dear island and its prejudices as green in his memory as though he had left it but a week before.
Such were the three, who, without one sympathy in common, without a point of contact in character, were now drawn into a chance acquaintance by the mere accident of bad weather. Their conversation if such it could be called showed how little progress could be made in intimacy by those whose roads in life lie apart. The bygone season, the company, the play-table and its adventures, were all discussed so often, that nothing remained but the weather. That topic, so inexhaustible to Englishmen, however, offered little variety now, for it had been uniformly bad for some weeks past.
Where do you propose to pass the winter, sir? said Haggerstone to Jekyl, after a somewhat lengthy lamentation over the probable condition of all the Alpine passes.
I ve scarcely thought of it yet, simpered out the other, with his habitual smile. Theres no saying where one ought to pitch his tent till the Carnival opens.
And you, sir? asked Haggerstone of his companion on the other side.
Upon my honor, I dont know then, said Dalton; but I would nt wonder if I stayed here, or hereabouts.
Here! why, this is Tobolsk, sir! You surely couldnt mean to pass a winter here?
I once knew a man who did it, interposed Jekyl, blandly. They cleaned him out at the tables; and so he had nothing for it but to remain. He made rather a good thing of it, too; for it seems these worthy people, however conversant with the great arts of ruin, had never seen the royal game of thimble-rig; and Frank Mathews walked into them all, and contrived to keep himself in beet-root and boiled beef by his little talents.
Was nt that the fellow who was broke at Kilmagund? croaked Haggerstone.
Something happened to him in India; I never well knew what, simpered Jekyl. Some said he had caught the cholera; others, that he had got into the Companys service.
By way of a mishap, sir, I suppose, said the Colonel, tartly.
He would nt have minded it, in the least. For certain, resumed the other, coolly, he was a sharp-witted fellow; always ready to take the tone of any society.
The Colonels cheek grew yellower, and his eyes sparkled with an angrier lustre; but he made no rejoinder.
Thats the place to make a fortune, Im told, said Dalton. I hear theres not the like of it all the world over.
Or to spend one, added Haggerstone, curtly.
Well, and why not? replied Dalton. I m sure it s as pleasant as saving barring a man s a Scotchman.
And if he should be, sir? and if he were one that now stands before you? said Haggerstone, drawing himself proudly up, and looking the other sternly in the face.
No offence no offence in life. I did nt mean to hurt your feelings. Sure, a man cant help where he s going to be born.
I fancy wed all have booked ourselves for a cradle in Buckingham Palace, interposed Jekyl, if the matter were optional.
Faith! I dont think so, broke in Dalton. Give me back Corrig-ONeal, as my grandfather Pearce had it, with the whole barony of Kilmurray-OMahon, two packs of hounds, and the first cellar in the county, and to the devil Id fling all the royal residences ever I seen.
The sentiment is scarcely a loyal one, sir, said Haggerstone, and, as one wearing his Majestys cloth, I beg to take the liberty of reminding you of it.
Maybe it isnt; and what then? said Dalton, over whose good-natured countenance a passing cloud of displeasure lowered.
Simply, sir, that it shouldnt be uttered in my presence, said Haggerstone.
Phew! said Dalton, with a long whistle, is that what you re at? See, now here he turned fully round, so as to face the Colonel see, now, I m the dullest fellow in the world at what is called taking a thing up; but make it clear for me let me only see what is pleasing to the company, and it is nt Peter Dalton will balk your fancy.
May I venture to remark, said Jekyl, blandly, that you are both in error, and however I may (the cold of the season being considered) envy your warmth, it is after all only so much caloric needlessly expended.
I was nt choleric at all, broke in Dalton, mistaking the word, and thus happily, by the hearty laugh his blunder created, bringing the silly altercation to an end.
Well, said Haggerstone, since we are all so perfectly agreed in our sentiments, we could nt do better than dine together, and have a bumper to the Kings health.
I always dine at two, or half-past, simpered Jekyl; besides, Im on a regimen, and never drink wine.
There s nobody likes a bit of conviviality better than myself, said Dal ton; but I ve a kind of engagement, a promise I made this morning.
There was an evident confusion in the way these words were uttered, which did not escape either of the others, who exchanged the most significant glances as he spoke.
What have we here? cried Jekyl, as he sprang to the window and looked out. A courier, by all thats muddy! Who could have expected such an apparition at this time?
What can bring people here now? said Haggerstone, as with his glass to his eye he surveyed the little well-fed figure, who, in his tawdry jacket all slashed with gold, and heavy jack-boots, was closely locked in the embraces of the landlord.
Jekyl at once issued forth to learn the news, and, although not fully three minutes absent, returned to his companions with a full account of the expected arrivals.
Its that rich banker, Sir Stafford Onslow, with his family. They were on their way to Italy, and made a mess of it somehow in the Black Forest they got swept away by a torrent, or crushed by an avalanche, or something of the kind, and Sir Stafford was seized with the gout, and so they ve put back, glad even to make such a port as Baden.