第10章 A CAUTION TO TRAVELLERS(4)

He was out, too, when I called at his hotel; but once, I had the good fortune to see him, with his hat curiously on one side, looking as pleased as Punch, and being driven, in an open cab, in the Champs Elysees."That's ANOTHER tip-top chap," said he, when we met, at length."What do you think of an Earl's son, my boy?

Honorable Tom Ringwood, son of the Earl of Cinqbars: what do you think of that, eh?"I thought he was getting into very good society.Sam was a dashing fellow, and was always above his own line of life; he had met Mr.

Ringwood at the Baron's, and they'd been to the play together; and the honorable gent, as Sam called him, had joked with him about being well to do IN A CERTAIN QUARTER; and he had had a game of billiards with the Baron, at the Estaminy, "a very distangy place, where you smoke," said Sam; "quite select, and frequented by the tip-top nobility;" and they were as thick as peas in a shell; and they were to dine that day at Ringwood's, and sup, the next night, with the Baroness.

"I think the chaps down the road will stare," said Sam, "when they hear how I've been coming it." And stare, no doubt, they would;for it is certain that very few commercial gentlemen have had Mr.

Pogson's advantages.

The next morning we had made an arrangement to go out shopping together, and to purchase some articles of female gear, that Sam intended to bestow on his relations when he returned.Seven needle-books, for his sisters; a gilt buckle, for his mamma; a handsome French cashmere shawl and bonnet, for his aunt (the old lady keeps an inn in the Borough, and has plenty of money, and no heirs); and a toothpick case, for his father.Sam is a good fellow to all his relations, and as for his aunt, he adores her.Well, we were to go and make these purchases, and I arrived punctually at my time; but Sam was stretched on a sofa, very pale and dismal.

I saw how it had been.--"A little too much of Mr.Ringwood's claret, I suppose?"He only gave a sickly stare.

"Where does the Honorable Tom live?" says I.

"HONORABLE!" says Sam, with a hollow, horrid laugh; "I tell you, Tit, he's no more Honorable than you are.""What, an impostor?"

"No, no; not that.He is a real Honorable, only--""Oh, ho! I smell a rat--a little jealous, eh?""Jealousy be hanged! I tell you he's a thief; and the Baron's a thief; and, hang me, if I think his wife is any better.Eight-and-thirty pounds he won of me before supper; and made me drunk, and sent me home:--is THAT honorable? How can I afford to lose forty pounds? It's took me two years to save it up--if my old aunt gets wind of it, she'll cut me off with a shilling: hang me!"--and here Sam, in an agony, tore his fair hair.

While bewailing his lot in this lamentable strain, his bell was rung, which signal being answered by a surly "Come in," a tall, very fashionable gentleman, with a fur coat, and a fierce tuft to his chin, entered the room."Pogson my buck, how goes it?" said he, familiarly, and gave a stare at me: I was making for my hat.

"Don't go," said Sam, rather eagerly; and I sat down again.

The Honorable Mr.Ringwood hummed and ha'd: and, at last, said he wished to speak to Mr.Pogson on business, in private, if possible.

"There's no secrets betwixt me and my friend," cried Sam.

Mr.Ringwood paused a little:--"An awkward business that of last night," at length exclaimed he.

"I believe it WAS an awkward business," said Sam, dryly.

"I really am very sorry for your losses.""Thank you: and so am I, I can tell you," said Sam.

"You must mind, my good fellow, and not drink; for, when you drink, you WILL play high: by Gad, you led US in, and not we you.""I dare say," answered Sam, with something of peevishness; "losses is losses: there's no use talking about 'em when they're over and paid.""And paid?" here wonderingly spoke Mr.Ringwood; "why, my dear fel--what the deuce--has Florval been with you?""D--- Florval!" growled Sam, "I've never set eyes on his face since last night; and never wish to see him again.""Come, come, enough of this talk; how do you intend to settle the bills which you gave him last night?""Bills I what do you mean?"

"I mean, sir, these bills," said the Honorable Tom, producing two out of his pocket-book, and looking as stern as a lion."'Ipromise to pay, on demand, to the Baron de Florval, the sum of four hundred pounds.October 20, 1838.' 'Ten days after date I promise to pay the Baron de et caetera et caetera, one hundred and ninety-eight pounds.Samuel Pogson.' You didn't say what regiment you were in.""WHAT!" shouted poor Sam, as from a dream, starting up and looking preternaturally pale and hideous.

"D--- it, sir, you don't affect ignorance: you don't pretend not to remember that you signed these bills, for money lost in my rooms:

money LENT to you, by Madame de Florval, at your own request, and lost to her husband? You don't suppose, sir, that I shall be such an infernal idiot as to believe you, or such a coward as to put up with a mean subterfuge of this sort.Will you, or will you not, pay the money, sir?""I will not," said Sam, stoutly; "it's a d----d swin--"Here Mr.Ringwood sprung up, clenching his riding-whip, and looking so fierce that Sam and I bounded back to the other end of the room.

"Utter that word again, and, by heaven, I'll murder you!" shouted Mr.Ringwood, and looked as if he would, too: "once more, will you, or will you not, pay this money?""I can't," said Sam faintly.

"I'll call again, Captain Pogson," said Mr.Ringwood, "I'll call again in one hour; and, unless you come to some arrangement, you must meet my friend, the Baron de Florval, or I'll post you for a swindler and a coward." With this he went out: the door thundered to after him, and when the clink of his steps departing had subsided, I was enabled to look round at Pog.The poor little man had his elbows on the marble table, his head between his hands, and looked, as one has seen gentlemen look over a steam-vessel off Ramsgate, the wind blowing remarkably fresh: at last he fairly burst out crying.