anonymous scribbler.'
'I've been his gun-dog since '84, in the Far East,' he went on, sensing an opening. 'Dancin' t'Twigg's music in the Med, and the West Indies, too. And, every time Twigg, or one of his agents, shows up with a scheme, I feel rabbits runnin' over my grave. He finds me a… useful
'I… never knew,' Caroline softly replied, looking puzzled; not any less bitter, but it
'I was never at leave t'tell you, or anyone,' Lewrie said. 'Now, show me this latest letter. As Twigg and I coach to London together, I can show it to him, and let him have a go at it. Please, Caroline?'
She took a long pause to think that over, her arms snugly tucked under her breasts, hands gripping both elbows, and looking at the floor, before making up her mind, and going to the bedroom to fetch it.
The oldest was about Sophie, full of scurrilous 'observations' of her behaviour in London society, perhaps just after the time that she fled Anglesgreen and went for shelter with his father. Sophie was portrayed as frivolous, flighty, and 'flibberty-gibbet,' openly flirting with the many beaus who sniffed about her,
The anonymous writer included an allegedly overhead conversation 'twixt Sophie and some other infamous young belle, about how she filled her days, and nights, but could not wait 'til her 'hero,' long out at
'Caroline, this is utter, bloody… tripe!' Lewrie gravelled. 'All the years Sophie lived with us, sweet and virginal, how
'This supposed overheard conversation… Sophie might've been heard talkin' 'bout Anthony Langlie… comparin' dance partners, and tellin' some other girl why she was so indiff'rent to 'em, that's all. Someone's twisted it all round, and salted it with smut,' he told her.
Caroline had moved to the tea table, and had poured herself a cup. She sipped standing up, and looked over the cup's rim at him in faint, mute agreement that his supposition might be correct.
The second about Eudoxia Durschenko was even more scandalous, more lurid. She was portrayed as an amoral Roosian
According to the scribbler, Lewrie and Eudoxia had rogered in his great-cabins, on long country rides, naked as earthworms right out in the open, in her private dressing room before
Well, he'd
And, how had the nameless writer discovered all this? '… 'introduced to her following a performance of Wigmore's New Peripatetic Extravaganza,'' Lewrie read aloud, his scorn and sarcasm positively dripping on the threadbare carpets, 'cross the Thames in Southwark, and, after complimenting her upon the heroism she and the circus performers had shown when assailed by a French frigate in the same South Atlantic battle in which her paramour won his latest fame, she thanked me prettily, but then began to regale me with tales of how she had emulated her Navy lover. Then, to my astonishment, told me of their lovemaking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, or so it might be to such a trull, who may not even be strictly allowed to be considered a Christian!'
'Damme, Caroline,' Lewrie spluttered, 'she and her father were Roosian Orthodox! Arslan Artimovich slept with one eye open to keep her a virgin, with a dagger in one hand, and his bullwhip in t'other, and there wasn't a man in their troupe who'd dare even let his
'Though she behaved
'I was in all the papers after we anchored and paid off,
'The slyest ones would, yes,' Caroline said, 'and could. She
'We met aboard the circus ship, the time the dancin' bear tried t'eat my hat and shins,' Lewrie replied, 'I told you o' that, and she found me amusin'… what happened t'me, amusin'. Didn't see her at all 'til we anchored at Recife, and I went to the circus, and Wigmore invited me back-stage. I talked to a
'Ha… ha,' Caroline mocked.
'At Cape Town, I barely saw her,' Lewrie pressed on, going over old news of his innocence. 'She stayed in Cape Town when others from the circus went inland t'hunt new beasts for their menagerie, and we were down at Simon's Town, salvagin' a new rudder. She rode out the mornin' we set off, for target practice with her bow and her guns, and met us on the road… in front of a dozen sailors, and a dozen more drovers… and we talked for a bit as we rode along… Pennsylvania rifles and Fergusons, the Red Indian moccasin boots she got in Savannah, Georgia… a shootin' contest, perhaps, then she galloped off to exercise that white trick stallion o' hers, and that was all, dear.' 'Uhm-hm.' One brow was up, high, and her eyes were squinted. 'Your own brother met her,' Lewrie stanchly soldiered on with his protestation of innocence. 'The mornin' we were loadin' the new rudder into a barge, she came down to the docks t'sight-see, Burgess came ashore off one o' the home-bound Indiamen, and I