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He was found asleep; and, still more heinous offence, when awakened, he was found to be the worse of drink a momentary incoherence, and the smell of his breath, which betrayed the presence of ardent spirits, being held as conclusive proof by his superior that he was drunk. "I am not drunk, sir," replied M'Leod, calmly, on being harshly charged with that offence by Colonel Maberly.
"Thank you," said Maberly; "that was my sister." "Then she was a very nice-looking person," I replied. "Don't you recollect, now, the girl who held out the last glass to you?" "Perfectly; but is she the person you admire so?" "Oh! you know, you're near-sighted, or you would have thought so." "And who is she, after all?"
Do you threaten me?" exclaimed Colonel Maberly, in an outrageous passion. "Oh no, sir," replied M'Intyre, with an air of affected respect; but it was one in which some deep mysterious meaning might have been discovered. "Will you absolve me from this duty?" "No, sir; I will not," replied Colonel Maberly, turning on his heel, and cutting the conference short by walking away.
Maberly of Little Queen Street, respectable tradesmen who had been active in arresting rioters on the Friday night, were sacked and their furniture burned in huge bonfires in the streets. The Guards who had the task of escorting the prisoners taken on Friday to Newgate were pelted. On the Tuesday authority seemed to have wakened up to a vague sense that the situation was somewhat serious.
How long these four would have gone on talking unutterable nonsense, no man can say. But Frank Maberly coming in, greeted them courteously, and changed the conversation. Poor Frank! Hard and incessant work was beginning to tell on that noble frame, and the hard marked features were getting more hard and marked year by year.
"Your blood be upon your own head, you cruel, merciless man!" muttered M'Intyre, as he looked after Colonel Maberly, himself continuing to stand the while in the spot where the latter had left him. M'Intyre soon after returned to his quarters, and was seen calmly and silently preparing his arms for the dreadful duty which they were about to be called on to perform.
He is in earnest. I never knew him tell a lie; and since he was six years old he has known how to call a spade a spade." "He'll make a good parson," said the mother. "He'll be first in that, as he is in everything else," said the father. "But he'll never be a bishop," said Mrs. Maberly. "Why not?" said the husband, indignantly.
"Twenty-one minutes, as near as possible; nay, a little over. By Jove! how pursy a fellow gets mewed up in town! How far do you call it, now, from the Buller Arms?" "It is close upon four miles," said Tom, highly amused. "So they told me," replied Frank Maberly.
Hooke. A Letter to the Right Hon. Sir James Eyre, Lord Chief Justice of the Common Pleas, on the subject of the cause Boulton and Watt v. Hornblower and Maberly, for Infringement on Mr. Watt's Patent for an Improvement of the Steam Engine. By Joseph Bramah, Engineer. London, 1797.
She sat up, shook the hair from her eyes, and looked at the man who stood beside her. At first she thought it was a phantom of her own brain, but then looking wildly at the calm, solemn features, and the kindly grey eyes which were gazing at her so inquiringly, she pronounced his name "Frank Maberly." "God save you, madam," he said. "What is the matter?"
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