And you offered the whole concern yesterday to Damre-mont for fifty thousand francs?
No, Harry, thats a mistake. I said I d play him a match at piquet, whether he gave seventy thousand for the equipage or nothing. It was he that proposed fifty thousand. Mine was a handsome offer, I think.
I call it a most munificent one, said Martin. By the way, you dont know my friend here, Mr. Merl, Sir Spencer Cavendish. And the baronet stuck his glass in his eye, and scanned the stranger as unscrupulously as though he were a hack at Tattersairs.
Where did he dig him up, Claude? whispered he, after a second.
In India, I fancy; or at the Cape.
That fellow has something to do with the hell in St. Jamess Street; I ll swear I know his face.
I ve been telling Merl that he s in rare luck to find such a turn-out as that in the market; that is, if you still are disposed to sell.
Oh, yes, Ill sell it; give him the tiger, boots, cockade, and all, everything except that Skye terrier. You shall have the whole, sir, for two thousand pounds; or, if you prefer it
A certain warning look from Lord Claude suddenly arrested his words, and he added, after a moment, But I d rather sell it off, and think no more of it.
Try the nags; Sir Spencer, Im sure, will have no objection, said Martin. But the baronets face looked anything but concurrence with the proposal.
Take them a turn round the Bois de Boulogne, Merl, said Martin, laughing at his friends distress.
And he may have the turn-out at his own price after the trial, muttered Lord Claude, with a quiet smile.
Egad! I should think so, whispered Cavendish; for, assuredly, I should never think of being seen in it again.
If Sir Spencer Cavendish has no objection, if he would permit his groom to drive me just down the Boulevards and the Rue Rivoli
The cool stare of the baronet did not permit him to finish. It was really a look far more intelligible than common observers might have imagined, for it conveyed something like recognition, a faint approach to an intimation that said, I m persuaded that we have met before.
Yes, that is the best plan. Let the groom have the ribbons, said Martin, laughing with an almost schoolboy enjoyment of a trick. And dont lose time, Merl, for Sir Spencer would nt miss his drive in the Champs Elysees for any consideration.
Gentlemen, I am your very humble and much obliged servant! said Cavendish, as soon as Merl had quitted the room. If that distinguished friend of yours should not buy my carriage
But he will, broke in Martin; he must buy it.
He ought, I think, said Lord Claude. If I were in his place, theres only one condition I d stipulate for.
And that is
That you should drive with him one day one would be enough from the Barrière de lÉtoile to the Louvre.
This is all very amusing, gentlemen, most entertaining, said Cavendish, tartly; but who is he? I dont mean that, but what is he?
Martins banker, I fancy, said Lord Claude.
Does he lend any sum from five hundred to twenty thousand on equitable terms on approved personal security? said Cavendish, imitating the terms of the advertisements.
He ll allow all he wins from you to remain in your hands at sixty per cent interest, if he doesnt want cash! said Martin, angrily.
Oh, then, I m right. It is my little Moses of St. Jamess Street. He was nt always as flourishing as we see him now. Oh dear, if any man, three years back, had told me that this fellow would have proposed seating himself in my phaeton for a drive round Paris, I dont believe nay, I m sure my head couldnt have stood it.
You know him, then? said Willoughby.
I should think every man about town a dozen years ago must know him. There was a kind of brood of these fellows; we used to call them Joseph and his brethren. One sold cigars, another vended maraschino; this discounted your bills, that took your plate or your horses ay, or your wardrobe on a bill of sale, and handed you over two hundred pounds to lose at his brothers hell in the evening. Most useful scoundrels they were, equally expert on Change and in the Coulisses of the Opera!
I will say this for him, said Martin, he s not a hard fellow to deal with; he does not drive a bargain ungenerously.
Your hangman is the tenderest fellow in the world, said Cavendish, till the final moment. Its only in adjusting the last turn under the ear that he shows himself ungenerous.
Are you deep with him, Harry? said Willoughby, who saw a sudden paleness come over Martins face.
Too deep! said he, with a bitter effort at a laugh, a great deal too deep.
We re all too deep with those fellows, said Cavendish, as, stretching out his legs, he contemplated the shape and lustre of his admirably fitting boots. One begins by some trumpery loan or so; thence you go on to a play transaction or a betting-book with them, and you end egad, you end by having the fellow at dinner!
Martin wants his friend to be put up for the Club, said Willoughby.
Eh, what? At the Cercle, do you mean?
Why not? Is it so very select?
No, not exactly that; there are the due proportions of odd reputations, half reputations, and no reputations; but remember, Martin, that however black they be now, they all began white. When they started, at least, they were gentlemen.
I suspect that does not make the case much better.
No; but it makes ours better, in associating with them. Come, come, you know as well as any one that this is impossible, and that if you should do it to-day, I should follow the lead to-morrow, and our Club become only an asylum for unpayable tailors and unappeasable bootmakers!
You go too fast, sir, exclaimed Martin, in a tone of anger. I never intended to pay my debts by a white ball in the ballot-box, nor do I think that Mr. Merl would relinquish his claim on some thousand pounds, even for the honor of being the club colleague of Sir Spencer Cavendish.
Then I know him better, said the other, tapping his-boot with his cane; he would, and he d think it a right good bargain besides. From seeing these fellows at racecourses and betting-rooms, always cold, calm, and impassive, never depressed by ill-luck, as little elated by good, we fall into the mistake of esteeming them as a kind of philosophers in life, without any of those detracting influences that make you and Willoughby, and even myself, sometimes rash and headstrong. It is a mistake, though; they have a weakness, and a terrible weakness, which is, their passion to be thought in fashionable society. Yes, they cant resist that! All their shrewd calculations, all their artful schemes, dissolve into thin air, at the bare prospect of being recognized in society. I have studied this flaw in them for many a year back. I ll not say I havent derived advantage from it.
And yet you d refuse him admission into a club, cried Martin.
Certainly. A club is a Democracy, where each man, once elected, is the equal of his neighbor. Society is, on the other hand, an absolute monarchy, where your rank flows from the fountain of honor, the host. Take him along with you to her Graces tea, or my Ladys reception this evening, and see if the manner of the mistress of the house does not assign him his place, as certainly as if he were marshalled to it by a lackey. All his mock tranquillity and assumed ease of manner will not be proof against the icy dignity of a grande dame; but in the Club hes as good as the best, or hell think so, which comes to the same thing.