His attire was a doublet of russet leather,like those worn by the better sort of country folk,girt with a buff belt,in which was stuck on the right side a long knife,or dudgeon dagger,and on the other a cutlass.He raised his eyes as he entered the room,and fixed a keenly penetrating glance upon his two visitors;then cast them down as if counting his steps,while he advanced slowly into the middle of the room,and said,in a low and smothered tone of voice,Let me pray you,gentlemen,to tell me the cause of this visit.He looked as if he expected the answer from Tressilian,so true was Lambourne's observation that the superior air of breeding and dignity shone through the disguise of an inferior dress.But it was Michael who replied to him,with the easy familiarity of an old friend,and a tone which seemed unembarrassed by any doubt of the most cordial reception.
Ha!my dear friend and ingle,Tony Foster!he exclaimed,seizing upon the unwilling hand,and shaking it with such emphasis as almost to stagger the sturdy frame of the person whom he addressed,how fares it with you for many a long year?What!
have you altogether forgotten your friend,gossip,and playfellow,Michael Lambourne?Michael Lambourne!said Foster,looking at him a moment;then dropping his eyes,and with little ceremony extricating his hand from the friendly grasp of the person by whom he was addressed,are you Michael Lambourne?Ay;sure as you are Anthony Foster,replied Lambourne.
'Tis well,answered his sullen host.And what may Michael Lambourne expect from his visit hither?VOTO A DIOS,answered Lambourne,I expected a better welcome than I am like to meet,I think.Why,thou gallows-bird--thou jail-rat--thou friend of the hangman and his customers!replied Foster,hast thou the assurance to expect countenance from any one whose neck is beyond the compass of a Tyburn tippet?It may be with me as you say,replied Lambourne;and suppose Igrant it to be so for argument's sake,I were still good enough society for mine ancient friend Anthony Fire-the-***ot,though he be,for the present,by some indescribable title,the master of Cumnor Place.Hark you,Michael Lambourne,said Foster;you are a gambler now,and live by the counting of chances--compute me the odds that I do not,on this instant,throw you out of that window into the ditch there.Twenty to one that you do not,answered the sturdy visitor.
And wherefore,I pray you?demanded Anthony Foster,setting his teeth and compressing his lips,like one who endeavours to suppress some violent internal emotion.
Because,said Lambourne coolly,you dare not for your life lay a finger on me.I am younger and stronger than you,and have in me a double portion of the fighting devil,though not,it may be,quite so much of the undermining fiend,that finds an underground way to his purpose--who hides halters under folk's pillows,and who puts rats-bane into their porridge,as the stage-play says.Foster looked at him earnestly,then turned away,and paced the room twice with the same steady and considerate pace with which he had entered it;then suddenly came back,and extended his hand to Michael Lambourne,saying,Be not wroth with me,good Mike;Idid but try whether thou hadst parted with aught of thine old and honourable frankness,which your enviers and backbiters called saucy impudence.Let them call it what they will,said Michael Lambourne,it is the commodity we must carry through the world with us.--Uds daggers!I tell thee,man,mine own stock of assurance was too small to trade upon.I was fain to take in a ton or two more of brass at every port where I touched in the voyage of life;and Istarted overboard what modesty and scruples I had remaining,in order to make room for the stowage.Nay,nay,replied Foster,touching scruples and modesty,you sailed hence in ballast.But who is this gallant,honest Mike?
--is he a Corinthian--a cutter like thyself?I prithee,know Master Tressilian,bully Foster,replied Lambourne,presenting his friend in answer to his friend's question,know him and honour him,for he is a gentleman of many admirable qualities;and though he traffics not in my line of business,at least so far as I know,he has,nevertheless,a just respect and admiration for artists of our class.He will come to in time,as seldom fails;but as yet he is only a neophyte,only a proselyte,and frequents the company of cocks of the game,as a puny fencer does the schools of the masters,to see how a foil is handled by the teachers of defence.If such be his quality,I will pray your company in another chamber,honest Mike,for what I have to say to thee is for thy private ear.--Meanwhile,I pray you,sir,to abide us in this apartment,and without leaving it;there be those in this house who would be alarmed by the sight of a stranger.Tressilian acquiesced,and the two worthies left the apartment together,in which he remained alone to await their return.[See Note 1.Foster,Lambourne,and the Black Bear.]
