CHAPTER XXII

He was a fellow in a peasant's garb;

Yet one could censure you a woodcock's carving,
Like any courtier at the ordinary.

THE ORDINARY.

THE person who appeared at the door of the little inn to receive Ganlesse, as we mentioned in our last chapter, sung, as he came forward, this scrap of an old ballad,

'Good even to you, Diccon;

And how have you sped?
Bring you the bonny bride
To banquet and bed?'

To which Ganlesse answered, in the same tone and tune,

'Content thee, kind Robin ;

He need little care,

Who brings home a fat buck
Instead of a hare.'

'You have missed your blow, then?' said the other, in reply.

'I tell you I have not,' answered Ganlesse; but you will think of nought but your own thriving occupation-May the plague that belongs to it stick to it! though it hath been the making of thee.'

'A man must live, Diccon Ganlesse,' said the other.

'Well, well,' said Ganlesse, bid my friend welcome, for my sake. Hast thou got any supper?'

Reeking like a sacrifice-Chaubert has done his best. That fellow is a treasure! give him a farthing candle, and he will cook a good supper out of it.Come in, sir. My friend's friend is welcome, as we say in my country.'

'We must have our horses looked to first,' said Peveril, who began to be considerably uncertain about the character of his companions that done, I am for you.'

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Ganlesse gave a second whistle; a groom appeared, who took charge of both their horses, and they themselves entered the inn.

The ordinary room of a poor inn seemed to have undergone some alterations, to render it fit for company of a higher description. There were a beaufet, a couch, and one or two other pieces of furniture, of a style inconsistent with the appearance of the place. The tablecloth, which was ready laid, was of the finest damask; and the spoons, forks, etc., were of silver. Peveril looked at this apparatus with some surprise; and again turning his eyes attentively upon his travelling companion Ganlesse, he could not help discovering, (by the aid of imagination, perhaps), that though insignificant in person, plain in features, and dressed like one in indigence, there lurked still about his person and manners, that indefinable ease of manner which belongs only to men of birth and quality, or to those who are in the constant habit of frequenting the best company. His companion, whom he called

Will Smith, although tall, and rather good-looking, besides being much better dressed, had not, nevertheless, exactly the same ease of demeanour; and was obliged to make up for the want, by an additional proportion of assurance. Who these two persons could be, Peveril could not attempt even to form a guess. There was nothing for it, but to watch their manner and conversation.

After speaking a moment in whispers, Smith said to his companion, 'We must go look after our nags for ten minutes, and allow Chaubert to do his office.'

Will he not appear, and minister before us, then?' said Ganlesse.

'What! he?-he shift a trencher-he hand a cup?—No, you forget whom you speak of. Such an order were enough to make him fall on his own sword he is already on the borders of despair, because no craw-fish are to be had.'

'Alack-a-day!' replied Ganlesse. Heaven forbid I should add to such a calamity! To stable, then, and see we how our steeds eat their provender, while ours is getting ready.'

They adjourned to the stable accordingly, which, though a poor one, had been hastily supplied with whatever was necessary for the accommodation of four excellent horses; one of which, that from which Ganlesse was just dismounted, the groom we have mentioned was cleaning and dressing by the light of a huge wax-candle.

'I am still so far Catholic,' said Ganlesse, laughing, as he saw that Peveril noticed this piece of

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extravagance. My horse is my saint, and I dedicate a candle to him.'

Without asking so great a favour for mine, which I see standing behind yonder old hen-coop,' replied Peveril; 'I will at least relieve him of his saddle and bridle.'

'Leave him to the lad of the inn,' said Smith; 'he is not worthy any other person's handling; and I promise you, if you slip a single buckle, you will so flavour of that stable duty, that you might as well eat roast-beef as ragouts, for any relish you will have of them.'

I love roast-beef as well as ragouts, at any time,' said Peveril, adjusting himself to a task which every young man should know how to perform when need is; and my horse, though it be but a sorry jade, will champ better on hay and corn, than on an iron bit.'

While he was unsaddling his horse, and shaking down some litter for the poor wearied animal, he heard Smith observe to Ganlesse,-"By my faith, Dick, thou hast fallen into poor Slender's blunder; missed Anne Page, and brought us a great lubberly postmaster's boy.'

'Hush! he will hear thee,' answered Ganlesse; 'there are reasons for all things—it is well as it is. But, prithee, tell thy fellow to help the youngster.'

'What!' replied Smith, 'd'ye think I am mad? -Ask Tom Beacon-Tom of Newmarket-Tom of ten thousand, to touch such a four-legged brute as that?—Why, he should turn me away on the spot-discard me, i'faith. It was all he would do

to take in hand your own, my good friend; and if you consider him not the better, you are like to stand groom to him yourself to-morrow.'

'Well, Will,' answered Ganlesse, 'I will say that for thee, thou hast a set of the most useless, scoundrelly, insolent vermin about thee, that ever eat up a poor gentleman's revenues.'

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• Useless?

I deny it,' replied Smith.

'Every

one of my fellows does something or other so exquisitely, that it were sin to make him do any thing else it is your jacks-of-all-trades who are masters of none.—But hark to Chaubert's signal! The coxcomb is twangling it on the lute, to the tune of Eveillez vous, belle endormie.-Come, Master What d'ye call, [addressing Peveril],-get ye some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand, as Betterton says in the play; for Chaubert's cookery is like Friar Bacon's Head-time is-time wastime will soon be no more.'

So saying, and scarce allowing Julian time to dip his hands in a bucket, and dry them on a horse cloth, he hurried him from the stable back to the supper-chamber.

Here all was prepared for their meal, with an epicurean delicacy, which rather belonged to the saloon of a palace, than the cabin in which it was displayed. Four dishes of silver, with covers of the same metal, smoked on the table; and three seats were placed for the company. Beside the lower end of the board, was a small side-table, to answer the purpose of what is now called a dumb waiter; on which several flasks reared their tall, stately,