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Spur, you dolt, or she'll be out of sight. They cantered upon application of the spur. Captain Cumnock was an impecunious fearless rascal, therefore a parasite and a bully duellist; a thick-built north-countryman; a burly ape of the ultra-elegant; hunter, gamester, hard-drinker, man of pleasure.
In my earlier years particularly, when exposed to many temptations, his parting form rose before me as that of a guardian angel. I REACHED Glasgow on the third day, having slept one night at Thornhill, and another at New Cumnock; and having needed, owing to the kindness of acquaintances upon whom I called by the way, to spend only three halfpence of my modest funds.
'Upon my word, the trick seems neat! said Cumnock staring at the pastoral curtain. 'Whose trick? he was asked sternly. 'Here or there 's not much matter; they 're off, unless they 're under a hedge laughing. An ache of jealousy and spite was driven through the lover, who groaned, and presently said 'I ride on. That old woman can follow. I don't want to hear her gibberish.
Had he been just a trifle more sincere in the respect he professed for his lady's duenna, he would have turned on the road to Dornton and a better fortune. Mrs. Pagnell had now become the ridiculous Paggy of Mrs. Lawrence Finchley and her circle for the hypocritical gentleman; and he remarked to Captain Cumnock, when their mutual trot was established: 'Paggy enough for me for a month good Lord!
One thing, Cumnock: the fellow's clever at the foils. 'Foils to the devil! If I tackle the fellow, it won't be with the buttons. But how has he pushed in? Morsfield reported 'the scandal! in sharp headings. 'Turned her away. Won't have her enter his house grandest woman in all England! Sent his dog to guard. Think of it for an insult! It's insult upon insult.
"It is not in my power to write the whole story, as it is nearly sufficient for a pamphlet by itself, but its accuracy can be vouched for by many of the most respectable and intelligent people in the neighbourhood of Old Cumnock. I heard the story some years ago, and would have written you sooner, only I wished to make inquiries as to the whereabouts of the subject of the remarkable vision.
For instance, there was the murder of old Thayer, the rich miser in East Sixteenth Street. It was the sensation in all the newspapers for two weeks. Then they dropped it as an unsolvable mystery. Cumnock persuaded Mr. Bowring to let him keep on.
Captain Cumnock was particularly sensitive regarding it, inasmuch as he knew himself not the natural performer he strove to be, and a mimicry affected him as a haunting check. He burst out: 'Damned if I don't understand why you're hated by men and women both! Morsfield took a shock. 'Infernal hornet! he muttered; for his conquests had their secret history.
"I have written an incoherent letter, as I am hurried at present, but I hope you will see your way to investigate it. I say again, I have never heard so weird and true a tale. But get the lady to tell her own story. It is wonderful! wonderful!" On January 9th, 1892, the Rev. A. Macdonald, of the U.P. Manse, Old Cumnock, wrote to me as follows:
Morsfield complimented him over the exhibition of a vastly superior and more serviceable wit, in losing sight of his antagonist after one trial of him. Cumnock protested that the loss of time was caused by his friend's dalliance with the Venus in the chariot. Morsfield's gall seethed at a flying picture of Mrs.
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