Roland Cashel Volume I Part 2

"Could not so much courage keep warm till daylight?" said Enrique, calmly. "Below the fountains there is a very quiet spot."

"At sunrise?"

"At sunrise," echoed Enrique, bowing with affected courtesy, till the streamers from his hat touched the ground.

"Now for my worthy father-in-law elect," said Roland; "and to see him before he may hear of this business, or I may find it difficult to obtain my divorce." When the youth arrived at the villa, the party were a.s.sembled at supper. The great saloon, crowded with guests and hurrying menials, was a scene of joyous but reckless conviviality, the loud laughter and the louder voices of the company striking on Roland's ear with a grating discordance he had never experienced before. The sounds of that festivity he had been wont to recognize as the pleasant evidence of free and high-souled enjoyment, now jarred heavily on his senses, and he wondered within himself how long he had lived in such companions.h.i.+p.

Well knowing that the supper-party would not remain long at table, while high play continued to have its hold upon the guests, he strolled into one of the shady alleys, watching from time to time for the breaking up of the entertainment At last some two or three arose, and, preceded by servants with lighted flambeaux, took the way towards the gaming-table.

They were speedily followed by others, so that in a brief s.p.a.ce--except by the usual group of hard-drinking souls, who ventured upon no stake save that of health--the room was deserted.

He looked eagerly for Don Pedro, but could not see him, as it was occasionally his practice to retire to his library long before his guests sought their repose. Roland made a circuit of the villa, and soon came to the door of this apartment, which led into a small flower-garden. Tapping gently here, he received a summons to enter, and found himself before Don Pedro, who, seated before a table, appeared deeply immersed in matters of business.

Roland did not need the cold and almost stern reception of his host to make him feel his intrusion very painfully; and he hastened to express his extreme regret that he should be compelled by any circ.u.mstances to trespa.s.s on leisure so evidently destined for privacy. "But a few moments' patient hearing," continued he, "will show that, to me at least, the object of this visit did not admit of delay."

"Be seated, senhor; and, if I may ask it without incivility, be brief, for I have weighty matters before me."

"I will endeavor to be so," said Roland, civilly, and resumed: "This evening, Don Pedro, has seen the last of twenty-eight thousand Spanish dollars, which, five weeks since, I carried here along with me. They were my share, as commander of the 'Esmeralda,' when she captured a Mexican bark, in May last. They were won with hard blows and some danger; they were squandered in disgrace at the gaming-table."

"Forgive me," said Don Pedro: "you can scarcely adhere to your pledge of brevity if you permit yourself to be led away by moralizing; just say how this event concerns me, and wherefore the present visit."

Roland became red with anger and shame, and when he resumed it was in a voice tremulous with ill-suppressed pa.s.sion. "I did not come here for your sympathy, senhor. If the circ.u.mstance I have mentioned had no relation to yourself, you had not seen me here. I say that I have now lost all that I was possessed of in the world."

"Again I must interrupt you, Senhor Roland, by saying that these are details for Geizheimer, not for me. He, as you well know, transacts all matters of money, and if you desire a loan, or are in want of any immediate a.s.sistance, I 'm sure you 'll find him in every way disposed to meet your wishes."

"Thanks, senhor, but I am not inclined for such aid. I will neither mortgage my blood nor my courage, nor promise three hundred per cent for the means of a night at the gambling-table."

"Then pray, sir, how am I to understand your visit? Is it intended for the sake of retailing to me your want of fortune at play, and charging me with the results of your want of skill or luck?"

"Far from it, senhor. It is simply to make known that I am ruined; that I have nothing left me in the world; and that, as one whose fortune has deserted him, I have come to ask back that bond by which I accepted your daughter's hand in betrothal."

A burst of laughter from Don Pedro here stopped the speaker, who, with flushed cheek and glaring eyeb.a.l.l.s, stared at this sudden outbreak. "Do you know for what you ask me, senhor?" said Rica, smiling insolently.

"Yes, I ask for what you never could think to enforce,--to make me, a beggar, the husband of your daughter."

"Most true; I never thought of such an alliance. I believe you were told that Columbian law gives these contracts the force of a legal claim, in the event of survivors.h.i.+p; and you flattered yourself, perhaps too hastily, that other ties more binding still might grow from it. If Fortune was as fickle with you here as at the card-table, the fault is not in me."

"But of what avail is it now?" said Roland, pa.s.sionately. "If I died to-morrow, there is not sufficient substance left to buy a suit of mourning for my poor widow."

"She could, perhaps, dispense with outward grief," said Pedro, sneeringly.

"I say again," cried Roland, with increased agitation, "this bond is not worth the paper it is written on. I leave the service; I sail into another lat.i.tude, and it is invalid,--a mere mockery!"

"Not so fast, sir," said Pedro, slowly: "there is a redeeming clause, by which you, on paying seventy thousand doubloons, are released of your contract, with my concurrence. Mark that well,--with my concurrence it must be. Now, I have the opinion of learned counsel, in countries where mayhap your adventurous fancy has already carried you, that this clause embraces the option which side of the contract I should desire to enforce."

"Such may be your law here; I can have little doubt that any infamy may pa.s.s for justice in this favored region," said Roland; "but I 'll never believe that so base a judgment could be uttered where civilization prevails. At all events, I 'll try the case. I now tell you frankly, that, tomorrow, I mean to resign my rank and commission in this service; I mean to quit this country, with no intention ever to revisit it. If you still choose to retain a contract whose illegality needs no stronger proof than that it affects to bind one party only, I 'll not waste further time by thinking of it."

"I will keep it, senhor," interrupted Pedro, calmly. "I knew a youth, once, who had as humble an opinion of his fortunes as you have now; and yet he died,--not in this service, indeed, but in these seas,--and his fortune well requited the trouble of its claimant."

"I have no right to trespa.s.s longer on you, sir," said Roland, bowing.

"I wish I could thank you for all your hospitality to me with a more fitting courtesy; I must confess myself your debtor without hope of repayment."

"Have you signified to Don Gomez Noronja your intention to resign?"

"I shall do it within half an hour."

"You forget that your resignation must be accepted by the Minister; that no peremptory permission can be accorded by a captain in commission, save under a guarantee of ten thousand crowns for a captain, and seven for a lieutenant, the sum to be estreated if the individual quit the service without leave. This, at least, is law you cannot dispute."

Roland hung down his head, thunderstruck by an announcement which, at one swoop, dashed away all his hopes. As he stood silent and overwhelmed, Don Pedro continued, "You see, sir, that the service knows how to value its officers, even when they set little store by the service. Knowing that young men are fickle and fanciful, with caprices that carry them faster than sound judgment, they have made the enactment I speak of. And, even were you to give the preliminary notice, where will you be when the time expires? In what parallel south of Cape Horn?

Among the islands of the Southern Pacific; perhaps upon the coast of Africa? No, no; take my advice: do not abandon your career; it is one in which you have already won distinction. Losses at play are easily repaired in these seas. Our navy--"

"Is nothing better than a system of piracy!" broke in Roland, savagely.

"So long as, in ignorance of its real character, I walked beneath your flag, the heaviest crime which could be imputed to me was but the folly of a rash-brained boy. I feel that I know better now; I'll serve under it no more."

"Dangerous words, these, senhor, if reported in the quarter where they would be noticed."

Roland turned an indignant glance at him as he uttered this threat, and with an expression so full of pa.s.sion that Rica, for a few seconds, seemed to feel that he had gone too far. "I did but suggest caution, senhor," said he, timidly.

"Take care that you practise as well as preach the habit," muttered Roland, "or you'll find that you have exploded your own mine."

This, which he uttered as he left the room, was in reality nothing more than a vague menace; but it was understood in a very different sense by Pedro, who stood pale and trembling with agitation, gazing at the door by which the youth departed. At last he moved forward, and opening it, called out, "Senhor Roland! Roland, come back! Let me speak to you again." But already he was far beyond hearing, as with all his speed he hastened down the alley.

Don Pedro's resolves were soon formed; he rang his bell at once, and, summoning a servant, asked if Don Gomez Noronja was still at table?

"He has retired to his room, senhor," was the reply.

A few momenta after, Rica entered the chamber of his guest, where he remained in close conversation till nigh daybreak. As he reached his own apartment the sound of horses' feet and carriage wheels was heard upon the gravel, and, throwing up the window, Rica called out,--

"Is that Don Enrique?"

"Yes, senhor, taking French leave, as you would call it. A bad return for a Spanish welcome; but duty leaves no alternative."

"Are you for the coast, then?"

"With all speed. Our captain received important despatches in the night We shall be afloat before forty hours. Adios!"

The farewell was cordially re-echoed by Rica, who closed the window, muttering to himself, "So! all will go well at last."

While Enrique was making all the speed towards the seash.o.r.e a light caleche and four horses could accomplish, Roland was pacing with impatient steps the little plot of gra.s.s where so soon he expected to find himself in deadly conflict with his enemy.

Never was a man's mind more suited to the purpose for which he waited.

Dejected, insulted, and ruined in one night, he had little to live for, and felt far less eager to be revenged of his adversary, than to rid himself of a hated existence. It was to no purpose that he could say, and say truly, that he had never cared for any of these things, of which he now saw himself stripped. His liking for Maritana had never gone beyond great admiration for her beauty, and a certain spiteful pleasure in exciting those bursts of pa.s.sion over which she exercised not the slightest control. It was caprice, not love; the delight of a schoolboy in the power to torment, without the wish to retain. His self-love, then, it was, was wounded on finding that she, with whose temper he had sported, could turn so terribly upon himself. The same feeling was outraged by Enrique, who seemed to know and exult over his defeat. These sources of bitterness, being all aggravated by the insulting manner of Don Pedro, made up a ma.s.s of indignant and angry feelings which warred and goaded him almost to madness.

The long-expected dawn broke slowly, and although, a few moments after sunrise, the whole sky became of a rich rose color, these few moments seemed like an age to the impatient thoughts of him who thirsted for his vengeance.

He walked hastily up and down the s.p.a.ce, waiting now and again to listen, and then, disappointed, resumed his path, with some gesture of impatience. At last he heard footsteps approaching. They came nearer and nearer; and now he could hear the branches of the trees bend and crack, as some one forced a pa.s.sage through them. A swelling feeling about the heart bespoke the anxiety with which he listened, when a figure appeared which even at a glance he knew to be not Enrique's. As the man approached be took off his hat respectfully and presented a letter.

"From Don Enrique?" said Roland, and then, tearing open the paper, he read,--