第18章 CHAPTER IV(2)

Foster scowled darkly at him,as he replied,Hark ye,friend Mike;forget that name,and the passage which it relates to,if you would not have our newly-revived comradeship die a sudden and a violent death.Why,said Michael Lambourne,you were wont to glory in the share you had in the death of the two old heretical bishops.That,said his comrade,was while I was in the gall of bitterness and bond of iniquity,and applies not to my walk or my ways now that I am called forth into the lists.Mr.Melchisedek Maultext compared my misfortune in that matter to that of the Apostle Paul,who kept the clothes of the witnesses who stoned Saint Stephen.He held forth on the matter three Sabbaths past,and illustrated the same by the conduct of an honourable person present,meaning me.I prithee peace,Foster,said Lambourne,for I know not how it is,I have a sort of creeping comes over my skin when I hear the devil quote Scripture;and besides,man,how couldst thou have the heart to quit that convenient old religion,which you could slip off or on as easily as your glove?Do I not remember how you were wont to carry your conscience to confession,as duly as the month came round?and when thou hadst it scoured,and burnished,and whitewashed by the priest,thou wert ever ready for the worst villainy which could be devised,like a child who is always readiest to rush into the mire when he has got his Sunday's clean jerkin on.Trouble not thyself about my conscience,said Foster;it is a thing thou canst not understand,having never had one of thine own.But let us rather to the point,and say to me,in one word,what is thy business with me,and what hopes have drawn thee hither?The hope of bettering myself,to be sure,answered Lambourne,as the old woman said when she leapt over the bridge at Kingston.Look you,this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop-pouch.You are here well established,it would seem,and,as I think,well befriended,for men talk of thy being under some special protection--nay,stare not like a pig that is stuck,mon;thou canst not dance in a net and they not see thee.Now I know such protection is not purchased for nought;you must have services to render for it,and in these I propose to help thee.But how if I lack no assistance from thee,Mike?I think thy modesty might suppose that were a case possible.That is to say,retorted Lambourne,that you would engross the whole work,rather than divide the reward.But be not over-greedy,Anthony--covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.Look you,when the huntsman goes to kill a stag,he takes with him more dogs than one.He has the stanch lyme-hound to track the wounded buck over hill and dale,but he hath also the fleet gaze-hound to kill him at view.Thou art the lyme-hound,Iam the gaze-hound;and thy patron will need the aid of both,and can well afford to requite it.Thou hast deep sagacity--an unrelenting purpose--a steady,long-breathed malignity of nature,that surpasses mine.But then,I am the bolder,the quicker,the more ready,both at action and expedient.Separate,our properties are not so perfect;but unite them,and we drive the world before us.How sayest thou--shall we hunt in couples?It is a currish proposal--thus to thrust thyself upon my private matters,replied Foster;but thou wert ever an ill-nurtured whelp.You shall have no cause to say so,unless you spurn my courtesy,said Michael Lambourne;but if so,keep thee well from me,Sir Knight,as the romance has it.I will either share your counsels or traverse them;for I have come here to be busy,either with thee or against thee.Well,said Anthony Foster,since thou dost leave me so fair a choice,I will rather be thy friend than thine enemy.Thou art right;I CAN prefer thee to the service of a patron who has enough of means to make us both,and an hundred more.And,to say truth,thou art well qualified for his service.Boldness and dexterity he demands--the justice-books bear witness in thy favour;no starting at scruples in his service why,who ever suspected thee of a conscience?an assurance he must have who would follow a courtier--and thy brow is as impenetrable as a Milan visor.There is but one thing I would fain see amended in thee.And what is that,my most precious friend Anthony?replied Lambourne;for I swear by the pillow of the Seven Sleepers Iwill not be slothful in amending it.