personal order. And it is tolerably notorious that Pevensey is in Lord Bute's pay, and that our Scottish Mortimer, to do him justice, does not permit his spies to be injured.'
Now Mr. Calverley took snuff. The music without was now more audible, and it had shifted to a merrier tune.
'I think I comprehend. Pevensey and I-whatever were our motives-have committed a robbery. Pevensey, as the law runs, is safe. I, too, was safe as long as I kept out of England. As matters stand, Lord Umfraville intends to press a charge of theft against me. And I am in disgrace with Bute, who is quite content to beat offenders with a crooked stick. This confluence of two-penny accidents is annoying.'
'It is worse than you know,' my lord of Ufford returned. He opened the door which led to the Venetian Chamber. A surge of music, of laughter, and of many lights invaded the room wherein they stood. 'D'ye see those persons, just past Umfraville, so inadequately disguised as gentlemen? They are from Bow Street. Lord Umfraville intends to apprehend you here to-night.'
'He has an eye for the picturesque,' drawled Calverley. 'My tragedy, to do him justice, could not be staged more strikingly. Those additional alcoves have improved the room beyond belief. I must apologize for not having rendered my compliments a trifle earlier.'
Internally he outstormed Termagaunt. It was infamous enough, in all conscience, to be arrested, but to have half the world of fashion as witnessess of ones discomfiture was perfectly intolerable. He recognized the excellent chance he had of being the most prominent figure upon some scaffold before long, but that contingency did not greatly trouble Calverley, as set against the certainty of being made ridiculous within the next five minutes.
In consequence, he frowned and rearranged the fall of his shirt-frill a whit the more becomingly.
'Yes, for hate sharpens every faculty,' the earl went on. 'Even Umfraville understands that you do not fear death. So he means to have you tried like any common thief while all your quondam friends sit and snigger. And you will be convicted-'
'Why, necessarily, since I am not as Pevensey. Of course, I must confess I took the necklace.'
'And Pevensey must stick to the tale that he knows nothing of any necklace. Dear Robin, this means Newgate. Accident deals very hardly with us, Robin, for this means Tyburn Hill.'
'Yes; I suppose it means my death,' young Calverley assented. 'Well! I have feasted with the world and found its viands excellent. The banquet ended, I must not grumble with my host because I find his choice of cordials not altogether to my liking.' Thus speaking, he was aware of nothing save that the fiddlers were now about an air to which he had often danced with his dear wife.
'I have a trick yet left to save our honor,-' Lord Ufford turned to a table where wine and glasses were set ready. 'I propose a toast. Let us drink-for the last time-to the honor of the Calverleys.'
'It is an invitation I may not decorously refuse. And yet-it may be that I do not understand you?'
My lord of Ufford poured wine into two glasses. These glasses were from among the curios he collected so industriously-tall, fragile things, of seventeenth century make, very intricately cut with roses and thistles, and in the bottom of each glass a three-penny piece was embedded. Lord Ufford took a tiny vial from his pocket and emptied its contents into the glass which stood the nearer to Mr. Calverley.
'This is Florence water. We dabblers in science are experimenting with it at Gresham College. A taste of it means death-a painless, quick and honorable death. You will have died of a heart seizure. Come, Robin, let us drink to the honor of the Calverleys.'
The poet-earl paused for a little while. Now he was like some seer of supernal things.
'For look you,' said Lord Ufford, 'we come of honorable blood. We two are gentlemen. We have our code, and we may not infringe upon it. Our code does not invariably square with reason, and I doubt if Scripture would afford a dependable foundation. So be it! We have our code and we may not infringe upon it. There have been many Calverleys who did not fear their God, but there was never any one of them who did not fear dishonor. I am the head of no less proud a house. As such, I counsel you to drink and die within the moment. It is not possible a Calverley survive dishonor. Oh, God!' the poet cried, and his voice broke; 'and what is honor to this clamor within me! Robin, I love you better than I do this talk of honor! For, Robin, I have loved you long! so long that what we do to-night will always make life hideous to me!'
Calverley was not unmoved, but he replied in the tone of daily intercourse. 'It is undoubtedly absurd to perish here, like some unreasonable adversary of the Borgias. Your device is rather outrageously horrific, Horace, like a bit out of your own romance-yes, egad, it is pre-eminently worthy of the author of
'You will be avenged,' Ufford said, simply.
'My dear, as if I ever questioned that! Of course, you will kill Pevensey first and Umfraville afterward. Only I want to live. For I was meant to play a joyous role wholeheartedly in the big comedy of life. So many people find the world a dreary residence,' Mr. Calverley sighed, 'that it is really a pity some one of these long-faced stolidities cannot die now instead of me. For I have found life wonderful throughout.'
The brows of Ufford knit. 'Would you consent to live as a transported felon? I have much money. I need not tell you the last penny is at your disposal. It might be possible to bribe. Indeed, Lord Bute is all-powerful to-day and he would perhaps procure a pardon for you at my entreaty. He is so kind as to admire my scribblings… Or you might live among your fellow-convicts somewhere over sea for a while longer. I had not thought that such would be your choice-' Here Ufford shrugged, restrained by courtesy. 'Besides, Lord Bute is greatly angered with you, because you have endangered his Russian alliance. However, if you wish it, I will try-'
'Oh, for that matter, I do not much fear Lord Bute, because I bring him the most welcome news he has had in many a day. I may tell you since it will be public to-morrow. The Tzaritza Elizabeth, our implacable enemy, died very suddenly three weeks ago. Peter of Holstein-Gottrop reigns to-day in Russia, and I have made terms with him. I came to tell Lord Bute the Cossack troops have been recalled from Prussia. The war is at an end.' Young Calverley meditated and gave his customary boyish smile. 'Yes, I discharged my Russian mission after all-even after I had formally relinquished it-because I was so opportunely aided by the accident of the Tzaritza's death. And Bute cares only for results. So I would explain to him that I resigned my mission simply because in Russia my wife could not have lived out another year-'
The earl exclaimed, 'Then Honoria is ill!' Mr. Calverley did not attend, but stood looking out into the Venetian Chamber.
'See, Horace, she is dancing with Anchester while I wait here so near to death. She dances well. But Honoria does everything adorably. I cannot tell you-oh, not even you!-how happy these three years have been with her. Eh, well! the gods are jealous of such happiness. You will remember how her mother died? It appears that Honoria is threatened with a slow consumption, and a death such as her mother's was. She does not know. There was no need to frighten her. For although the rigors of another Russian winter, as all physicians tell me, would inevitably prove fatal to her, there is no reason why my dearest dear should not continue to laugh just as she always does-for a long, bright and happy while in some warm climate such as Italy's. In nature I resigned my appointment. I did not consider England, or my own trivial future, or anything of that sort. I considered only Honoria.'
He gazed for many moments upon the woman whom he loved. His speech took on an odd simplicity.
'Oh, yes, I think that in the end Bute would procure a pardon for me. But not even Bute can override the laws of England. I would have to be tried first, and have ballads made concerning me, and be condemned, and so on. That would detain Honoria in England, because she is sufficiently misguided to love me. I could never persuade her to leave me with my life in peril. She could not possibly survive an English winter.' Here Calverley evinced unbridled mirth. 'The irony of events is magnificent. There is probably no question of hanging or even of transportation. It is merely certain that if I venture from this room I bring about Honoria's death as incontestably as if I strangled her with these two hands. So I choose my own death in preference. It will grieve Honoria-' His voice was not completely steady. 'But she is young. She will forget me, for she forgets easily, and she will be happy. I look to you to see-even before you have killed Pevensey-that Honoria goes into Italy. For she admires and loves you, almost as much as I do, Horace, and she will readily be guided by you-'
He cried my lord of Ufford's given name some two or three times, for young Calverley had turned, and he had seen Ufford's face.
The earl moistened his lips. 'You are a fool,' he said, with a thin voice. 'Why do you trouble me by being better than I? Or do you only posture for my benefit? Do you deal honestly with me, Robert Calverley?-then swear it-' He laughed here, very horribly. 'Ah, no, when did you ever lie! You do not lie-not you!'
