The Knight Of Gwynne, Vol. 2. Lever Charles James
indeed, he used to start out of his sleep at night, so full he was of the sport. From the 1st of September he never had a red coat off his back. ‘Pon my conscience, I believe he went to bed in his spurs, for he did n’t know what moment the Duke might be on him, and that’s the way the time went on till spring; but not a sign of his Grace, not a word, not a hint that he ever thought more of his promise! Well, one morning my grandfather was walking very sorrowfully down near the Curragh, where his hunting-lodge was, when he saw them roping-in the course for the races, and he heard the men talking of the magnificent cup the Duke was to give for the winner of the three-year-old stakes, and the thought flashed on him, ‘I’ll bring myself to his memory that way.’ And what does he do, but he goes back to the house and tells his trainer to go over to the racing-stables, and buy, not one, nor two, but the three best horses that were entered for the race. Well, ma’am, their engagements were very heavy, and he had to take them all on himself, and it cost him a sight of money. It happened that this time he was on the right scent, for down comes M’Claverty the same day with orders from the Duke to take the odds, right and left, on one of the three, a little mare called Let-Me-Alone-Before-the-People; she was one of his own breeding, and he had a conceit out of her. Well, M’Claverty laid on the money here and there, till he stood what between the Duke’s bets and all the officers of the staff and his own the heaviest winner or loser on that race.
“‘She’s Martin’s mare, is n’t she?’ said M’Claverty.
“‘No, sir, she was bought this morning by Mr. Dempsey, of Tear Fox Lodge.’
“‘The devil she is,’ said M’Claverty; and he jumped on his horse, and he cantered over to the Lodge.
“‘Mr. Dempsey at home?’ says he.
“‘Yes, sir.’
“‘Give him this card, and say, I beg the favor of seeing him for a few moments.’
“The man went off, and came back in a few minutes, with the answer, ‘Mr. Dempsey is very sorry, but he ‘s engaged.’
“‘Oh, oh! that’s it!’ says M’Claverty to himself; ‘I see how the wind blows. I say, my man, tell him I ‘ve a message from his Grace the Lord-Lieutenant.’
“Well, the answer came for the captain to send the message in, for my grandfather could n’t come out.
“‘Say, it’s impossible,’ said M’Claverty; ‘it’s for his own private ear.’
“Dodd and Dempsey was strong in my grandfather that day: he would listen to no terms.
“‘No,’ says he, ‘if the goods are worth anything, they never come without an invoice. I ‘ll have nothing to say to him.’
“But the captain wasn’t to be balked; for, in spite of everything, he passed the servant, and came at once into the room where my grandfather was sitting, – ay, and before he could help it, was shaking him by both hands as if he was his brother.
“‘Why the devil didn’t you let me in?’ said he; ‘I came from the Duke with a message for you.’
“‘Bother!’ says my grandfather.
“‘I did, though,’ says he; ‘he’s got a heavy book on your little mare, and he wants you to make your boy ride a waiting race, and not win the first beat, – you understand?’
“‘I do,’ says my grandfather, ‘perfectly; and he’s got a deal of money on her, has he?’
“‘He has,’ said the captain; ‘and every one at the Castle, too, high and low, from the chief secretary down to the second coachman, – we are all backing her.’
“‘I am glad of it, – I am sincerely glad of it,’ said my grandfather, rubbing his hands.
“‘I knew you would be, old boy!’ cried the captain, joyfully.
“‘Ah, but you don’t know why; you ‘d never guess.’
“M’Claverty stared at him, but said nothing.
“‘Well, I’ll tell you,’ resumed my grandfather; ‘the reason is this: I ‘ll not let her run, – no, divil a step! I ‘ll bring her up to the ground, and you may look at her, and see that she ‘s all sound and safe, in top condition, and with a skin like a looking-glass, and then I ‘ll walk her back again! And do you know why I ‘ll do this?’ said he, while his eyes flashed fire, and his lip trembled; ‘just because I won’t suffer the house of Dodd and Dempsey to be humbugged as if we were greengrocers! Two years ago, it was to “eat an oyster with me;” last year it was a “day with my hounds;” maybe now his Grace would join the race dinner; but that’s all past and gone, – I ‘ll stand it no longer.’
“‘Confound it, man,’ said the captain, ‘the Duke must have forgotten it. You never reminded him of his engagement. He ‘d have been delighted to have come to you if he only recollected.’
“‘I am sorry my memory was better than his,’ said my grandfather, ‘and I wish you a very good morning.’
“‘Oh, don’t go; wait a moment; let us see if we can’t put this matter straight. You want the Duke to dine with you?’
“‘No, I don’t; I tell you I ‘ve given it up.’
“‘Well, well, perhaps so; will it do if you dine with him?’
“My grandfather had his hand on the lock, – he was just going, – he turned round, and fixed his eyes on the captain.
“‘Are you in earnest, or is this only more of the same game?’ said he, sternly.
“‘I’ll make that very easy to you,’ said the captain; ‘I ‘ll bring the invitation to you this night; the mare doesn’t run till to-morrow; if you don’t receive the card, the rest is in your own power.’
“Well, ma’am, my story is now soon told; that night, about nine o’clock, there comes a footman, all splashed and muddy, in a Castle livery, up to the door of the Lodge, and he gave a violent pull at the bell, and when the servant opened the door, he called out in a loud voice, ‘From his Excellency the Lord-Lieutenant,’ and into the saddle he jumped, and away he was like lightning; and, sure enough, it was a large card, all printed, except a word here and there, and it went something this way: —
“‘I am commanded by his Excellency the Lord-Lieutenant to request the pleasure of Mr. Dempsey’s company at dinner on Friday, the 23d instant, at the Lodge, Phoenix Park, at seven o’clock.
“‘Granville Vereker, Chamberlain.
“‘Swords and Bags.’
“‘At last!’ said my grandfather, and he wiped the tears from his eyes; for to say the truth, ma’am, it was a long chase without ever getting once a ‘good view.’ I must hurry on; the remainder is easy told. Let-Me-Alone-Before-the-People won the cup, my grandfather was chaired home from the course in the evening, and kept open house at the Lodge for all comers while the races lasted; and at length the eventful day drew near on which he was to realize all his long-coveted ambition. It was on the very morning before, however, that he put on his Court suit for about the twentieth time, and the tailor was standing trembling before him while my grandfather complained of a wrinkle here or a pucker there.
“‘You see,’ said he, ‘you’ve run yourself so close that you ‘ve no time now to alter these things before the dinner.’
“‘I ‘ll have time enough, sir,’ says the man, ‘if the news is true.’
“‘What news?’ says my grandfather, with a choking in his throat, for a sudden fear came over him.
“‘The news they have in town this morning.’
“‘What is it? – speak it out, man!’
“‘They say – But sure you ‘ve heard it, sir?’
“‘Go on!’ says my grandfather; and he got him by the shoulders and shook him. ‘Go on, or I’ll strangle you!’
“‘They