so there came that evening, after dusk, to mr. francis vanringham's apartments, at the three gudgeons, a young spark in pink-and-silver. he appeared startled at the sight of so much company, recovered his composure with a gulp, and presented himself to the assembled gentlemen as mr. osric allonby, unexpectedly summoned from cambridge, and in search of his brother, squire gerald. at his step-mother's villa they had imagined gerald might be spending the evening with mr. vanringham. mr. osric allonby apologized for the intrusion; was their humble servant; and with a profusion of congées made as though to withdraw.

mr. vanringham lounged forward. the comedian had a vogue among the younger men, since at all games of chance they found him untiring and tolerably honest; and his apartments were, in effect, a gambling parlor.

vanringham now took the boy's hand very genially. "you have somewhat the look of your sister," he observed, after a prolonged appraisal; "though, in nature, 'tis not expected of us trousered folk to be so beautiful. and by your leave, you'll not quit us thus unceremoniously, master osric. i am by way of being a friend of your brother's, and 'tis more than possible that he may during the evening honor us with his presence. will you not linger awhile on the off-chance?" and osric allonby admitted he had no other engagements.

he was in due form made known to the three gentlemen—colonel denstroude, [footnote: he and vanringham had just been reconciled by molly yates' elopement with tom stoach, the colonel's footman. garendon has a curious anecdote concerning this lady, apropos of his notorious duel with denstroude, in '61.] mr. babington-herle, and sir gresley carne—who sat over a bowl of punch. sir gresley was then permitted to conclude the narrative which mr. allonby's entrance had interrupted: the evening previous, being a little tipsy, sir gresley had strolled about tunbridge in search of recreation and, with perhaps excessive playfulness, had slapped a passer-by, broken the fellow's nose, and gouged both thumbs into the rascal's eyes. the young baronet conceded the introduction of these london pastimes into the rural quiet of tunbridge to have been an error in taste, especially as the man proved upon inquiry to be a respectable haberdasher and the sole dependence of four children; and having thus unfortunately blinded the little tradesman, sir gresley wished to ask of the assembled company what in their opinion was a reasonable reparation. "for i sincerely regret the entire affair," sir gresley concluded, "and am desirous to follow a course approvable by all men of honor."

"heyho!" said mr. vanringham, "i'm afraid the rape of both eyes was a trifle extreme; for by ordinary a haberdasher is neither a potato nor an argus, and, remembering that, even the high frivolity of brandy-and-water should have respected his limitations."

the hands of mr. allonby had screened his face during the recital, "oh, the poor man!" he said, "i cannot bear—" and then, with swift alteration, he tossed back his head, and laughed. "are we gentlemen to be denied all amusement? sir gresley acted quite within his privilege, and in terming him severe you have lied, mr. vanringham. i repeat, sir, you have lied!"

vanringham was on his feet within the instant, but colonel denstroude, who sat beside him, laid a heavy hand upon vanringham's arm. "'oons, man," says the colonel, "infanticide is a crime."

the actor shrugged his shoulders, "doubtless you are in the right, mr. allonby," he said; "though, as you were of course going on to remark, you express yourself somewhat obscurely. your meaning, i take it, is that i mayn't criticise the doings, of my guests? i stand corrected, and concede sir gresley acted with commendable moderation, and that cambridge is, beyond question, the paramount expositor of morals and manners."

the lad stared about him: with a bewildered face. "la, will he not fight me now?" he demanded of colonel denstroude,—"now, after i have called him a liar?"

"my dear," the colonel retorted, "he may possibly deprive you of your nursing-bottle, or he may even birch you, but he will most assuredly not fight you, so long as i have any say in the affair. i' cod, we are all friends here, i hope. d'ye think mr. vanringham has so often enacted richard iii. that to strangle infants is habitual with him? fight you, indeed! 'sdeath and devils!" roared the colonel, "i will cut the throat of any man who dares to speak of fighting in this amicable company! gi'me some more punch," said the colonel.

and thereupon in silence mr. allonby resumed his seat.

now, to relieve the somewhat awkward tension, mr. vanringham cried: "so being neighborly again, let us think no more of the recent difference in opinion. pay your damned haberdasher what you like, gresley; or, rather, let osric here fix the remuneration. i confess to all and sundry," he added, with a smile, "that i daren't say another word in the matter. frankly, i'm afraid of this youngster. he breathes fire like ætna."

"he is a lad of spirit," said mr. babington-herle, with an extreme sobriety. "he's a lad eshtrornary spirit. let's have game hazard."

"agreed, good sir," said vanringham, "and i warn you, you will find me a daring antagonist. i had to-day an extraordinary—the usual prejudice, my dear herle, is, i believe, somewhat inclined to that pronunciation of the word,—the most extraordinary windfall. i am rich, and i protest king croesus himself sha'n't intimidate me to-night. come!" he cried, and he drew from his pocket a plump purse and emptied its contents upon the table; "come, lay your wager!"

"hell and furies," the colonel groaned, "there's that tomfool boy again!

gi'me some more punch."

for osric allonby had risen to his feet and had swept the littered gold and notes toward him. he stood thus, his pink-tipped fingers caressing the money, while his eyes fixed those of mr. vanringham. "and the chief priests," observed osric allonby, "took the silver pieces and said, 'it is not lawful for to put them into the treasury, because it is the price of blood.' are they, then, fit to be touched by gentlemen, mr.—ah, but i forget your given name?"

vanringham, too, had risen, his face changed. "my sponsors in baptism were pleased to christen me francis."

"i entreat your pardon," the boy drawled, "but i have the oddest fancies. i had thought it was judas." and so they stood, warily regarding each the other, very much as strange dogs are wont to do at meeting.

"boy is drunk," mr. babington-herle explained at large, "and presents to pitying eye of disinterested spectator most deplorable results incidental to combination of immaturity and brandy. as to money, now, in suetonius—" and he launched upon a hiccough-punctuated anecdote of vespasian, which to record here is not convenient. "and moral of it is," mr. babington-herle perorated, "that all money is always fine thing to have. non olet! classical scholar, by jove! now let's have game hazard."

meanwhile those two had stood like statues. vanringham seemed half-frightened, half persuaded that this unaccountable boy spoke at random. talk, either way, the actor knew, was dangerous….

"i ask your forgiveness, gentlemen," said francis vanringham, "but i'm suddenly ill. if you'll permit me to retire—"

"not at all," said. mr. babington-herle; "late in evening, as it is. we will go,—colonel and old carne and i will go kill watchman. persevorate him, by jove,—like sieve."

"i thank you," said mr. vanringham, withdrawing up the stairway toward his bedroom. "i thank you. mr. allonby," he called, in a firmer tone, "you and i have had some words together and you were the aggressor. oho, i think we may pass it over. i think—"

below, the four gentlemen were unhooking their swords from the wall. mr. allonby now smiled with cherubic sweetness. "i, too," said he, "think that all our differences might be arranged by ten minutes' private talk." he came back, came up the stairs. "you had left your sword," he said to mr. vanringham, "but i fetched it, you see."

vanringham stared, his lips working oddly. "i am no siegfried," said he, "and ordinarily my bedfellow is not cold and—deplorable defect in such capacity!—somewhat unsympathetic steel."

"but you forget," the boy urged, "that the room is public. and see, the hilt is set with jewels. ah, mr. vanringham, let us beware how we lead others into temptation—" the door closed behind them.