Her confidence was cool enough to suggest her uncle, after all; and thus I followed her without a murmur from the stable yard to the Pavilion's entry. But George Hanger was not at home; he had gone, so we were informed, to play hazard at Raggett's Club, and none could say when he was expected back again.23 It was impossible for any lady to penetrate the sacred fastness of Raggett's; we should have to wait for the Colonel to return the Countess of Swithin's call.

"It is a pity he prefers dice over cards," Mona said thoughtfully as we achieved the Steyne, "else we might have set Swithin upon him. I can do nothing about that however, until we meet at dinner-and I am able to tell him all. No doubt he will think of something; I believe Swithin managed fellows of Hanger's ilk with great success, when he was about the opium trade in China."

"I am sure of it," I said. "But meanwhile, Lord Byron sits in Brighton Camp, under armed guard, for a murder he undoubtedly did not commit. We have no evidence to support our suspicions that Hanger drowned Catherine Twining and brought her corpse through the wine cellar's tunnel to the King's Arms-not a pair of trousers with the stains of salt water to their knees, nor a sc.r.a.p of thread in Hanger's pocket, that might be shown to match the hammock's. We have no motive beyond the fact that the man is an unconscionable roue. In sum, Mona-we have nothing that exonerates Lord Byron! Indeed, we have sunk him to his neck by forcing Caro Lamb to place him in the Pavilion itself, within moments of when Catherine Twining was last seen! I cannot think we have done your friend Lady Oxford any singular service."

"But that was never your object, Jane. You are animated by a desire for truth; and that that we shall achieve-I feel certain." we shall achieve-I feel certain."

"Whether Truth is the same as Justice, remains in doubt."

We proceeded towards the Castle, where I must part from her, but she stopped me at the entry.

"Jane, do you not think it remarkable that Byron failed to follow follow Miss Twining that night? I observed him, you know, throughout the evening-because of my particular concern for Lady Oxford's heart. Byron was single-minded in his efforts to speak to Miss Twining. She was forced to elude him by dancing without cease. Not even the presence of her father at the a.s.sembly could dissuade him. Captain Morley proved her protector for a time; and indeed, it was only after he exchanged words with his lordship that Byron desisted. And then, when Caro Lamb appeared, his lordship quitted the Rooms in high dudgeon-packed up his things at the Arms-and repaired to Caro's rooms. Miss Twining that night? I observed him, you know, throughout the evening-because of my particular concern for Lady Oxford's heart. Byron was single-minded in his efforts to speak to Miss Twining. She was forced to elude him by dancing without cease. Not even the presence of her father at the a.s.sembly could dissuade him. Captain Morley proved her protector for a time; and indeed, it was only after he exchanged words with his lordship that Byron desisted. And then, when Caro Lamb appeared, his lordship quitted the Rooms in high dudgeon-packed up his things at the Arms-and repaired to Caro's rooms. He went so far as to invade the Pavilion He went so far as to invade the Pavilion-he succeeded in achieving Miss Twining's presence-and yet, when she flew from him, he abruptly abandoned pursuit and proclaimed his verses to Caro Lamb instead! It is incomprehensible; in every respect, incomprehensible!"

"He is hardly the most consistent consistent of men-" I began. of men-" I began.

"But at present, he is very likely to be sober," she said owlishly, "and that is so out of the common way where Byron is concerned, we ought to take advantage of it. Do you not agree this is the perfect time to speak with him-while he languishes alone in gaol, entirely without an audience? What do you say, Jane, to exercising my chestnuts?"

AND SO I I COMMITTED MYSELF ONCE MORE TO THE PERILS COMMITTED MYSELF ONCE MORE TO THE PERILS of the Countess's beautiful horses and perch phaeton, and set off up the Lewes road in the direction of Brighton Camp. The team was decidedly fresh, having been eating their heads off in their stalls since Wednesday's race-meeting; the equipage bowled along at a spanking pace through the bright noonday sun. We encountered considerable London traffic, and as Mona never hesitated to give the pair their heads, and pull out to pa.s.s the odd gig or farm cart, I expected at every moment to be overturned in the ditch. Apprehension throughout the whole quite robbed me of enjoyment, and I was for the most part unable to speak; but the Countess maintained a pleasant flow of conversation. This was purposefully innocuous, as she had her groom up behind her; within twenty minutes, I daresay, we were pulling up in the Camp. The groom jumped down and held the horses; he intended walking them, I believe, while we were occupied amidst the Barracks. of the Countess's beautiful horses and perch phaeton, and set off up the Lewes road in the direction of Brighton Camp. The team was decidedly fresh, having been eating their heads off in their stalls since Wednesday's race-meeting; the equipage bowled along at a spanking pace through the bright noonday sun. We encountered considerable London traffic, and as Mona never hesitated to give the pair their heads, and pull out to pa.s.s the odd gig or farm cart, I expected at every moment to be overturned in the ditch. Apprehension throughout the whole quite robbed me of enjoyment, and I was for the most part unable to speak; but the Countess maintained a pleasant flow of conversation. This was purposefully innocuous, as she had her groom up behind her; within twenty minutes, I daresay, we were pulling up in the Camp. The groom jumped down and held the horses; he intended walking them, I believe, while we were occupied amidst the Barracks.

"We ought to beg permission of the Camp Commandant to visit the gaol," she said conversationally as we strolled along the muddy lane that served as main thoroughfare, surrounded on every side by red coats. "But I could not say where he is to be found. At Catherine Twining's funeral, possibly-or about some military business."

"I should not like to violate the Hussars' principles," I replied, "but I think it should prove more efficient if we simply suborn Byron's guards-and beg ignorance of convention later."

"I feel sure that is what Uncle would have done," Mona agreed. "Let us enquire the way to the gaol."

She approached the first young officer we encountered, with remarkable boldness; but as she carried a hamper of provisions over her arm, and had changed her straw-coloured gown for a bottle-green carriage dress and matching high-poke bonnet, she looked suitably demure. I, in my mourning clothes, hovered on the fringe of the conversation; and as the officer raised his hat, and strode on, Mona turned to me with satisfaction.

"Only think-that is young Norton, Lord Raleigh's second son. I am a little acquainted with the family; what a lucky chance I should meet with him, first off! They are cousins eight times removed."

If there was a well-placed family in England to which Mona was not not related, I should be very much surprized. "But does he know where Byron is to be found?" related, I should be very much surprized. "But does he know where Byron is to be found?"

"His lordship is being held in the cells reserved for the drunk and disorderly. Young Norton says Byron's arrival in the Camp last night was all that was extraordinary-once the constabulary were gone, several of the officers of the 10th gathered outside his lordship's cell to toast his health, and Byron consented to declaim a number of lines of poetry. There is nothing like the Hussars, after all, for knowing how to live."

We hastened in the direction young Norton had indicated, pa.s.sing in our way the chapel where Catherine Twining's funeral had been held. It appeared emptied of life at this present, and I concluded the cold collation so essential to every pa.s.sing must be laid out in Mr. Smalls's quarters-or perhaps, as general interest in the family was so great-in the Officers' Mess. There was no sign of Henry.

Mona hesitated at a crossing of the way, then turned left. The cells for the drunk and disorderly were housed in a low-slung brick-and-stone building set apart from the barracks themselves, with a set of stocks raised before them. Two sentries stood at attention on either side of the sole door; narrow slits served for windows, placed high up in the walls, and they were barred. It must be airless and uncomfortable; but perhaps Lord Byron took consolation from his verse.

"Jane," the Countess murmured as we paused before the stocks, eyeing the sentries, "did your acquaintance with my uncle ever run to the penetration of gaols?"

"On several occasions," I admitted.

"Excellent. You shall know, then, how to go on."

I might have informed her ladyship that I had never breached a military military gaol, but that seemed mere pettifogging at this point. So I drew breath and walked forward to attack the sentries. Mona followed with her hamper of food and wine. gaol, but that seemed mere pettifogging at this point. So I drew breath and walked forward to attack the sentries. Mona followed with her hamper of food and wine.

"Good afternoon, sirs," I attempted.

Both sentries continued to stare straight ahead. Neither returned my greeting.

"This'll be another of 'em," the sentry on the right muttered to his fellow on the left.

"Sure enough. Like flies to cream, ain't it? I think I'll be takin' up poetry, I do. Nothing beats it for the ladies."

I glanced in consternation at Mona. She fluttered her hand, as tho' encouraging a bashful bride to the altar.

"I am Miss Austen, and this is the Countess of Swithin, whose husband is attempting to free Lord Byron. We have come this afternoon with food and...a quant.i.ty of writing paper...to succor him during imprisonment."

"A quant.i.ty of writin' paper!" the sentry on the right spat out, and at last his eyes met mine. "Aye, his-prating-lordship has that that enough. Whole rolls of the stuff've been sent through the wicket in that door, ma'am, with the compliments of near every lady in Brighton-in the 'ope as a sonnet'll come back out, inscribed to enough. Whole rolls of the stuff've been sent through the wicket in that door, ma'am, with the compliments of near every lady in Brighton-in the 'ope as a sonnet'll come back out, inscribed to Louisa Louisa or or Elizabeth Elizabeth or or Airy-bell Airy-bell. 'Nuff to turn a man's stomach, it is."

"The paper is merely by-the-way," Mona said indifferently. "If his lordship does not require it, of course I shall take it back again. But the provisions must be useful, I am sure. May we present them to his lordship?"

"Present them?" The sentry on the left turned his head indignantly and glared at Mona. "The gentleman is wanted on a charge of murder, your la'ship! He is not not a lion-tamer out of Astley's Amphitheatre, nor yet the darling of the London stage! If you wish to see 'im, you cannot buy tickets-but by all means a lion-tamer out of Astley's Amphitheatre, nor yet the darling of the London stage! If you wish to see 'im, you cannot buy tickets-but by all means do do attend 'is 'anging!" attend 'is 'anging!"

At those words, to my astonishment, Desdemona abruptly began to sob. So overcome was she, that the hamper was nearly dropped from her nerveless hands; she swiftly covered her face and cried her heart out. I moved to comfort her, my arm about her shoulders, and looked to the sentries in reproach. "Heartless! How can you speak so, to a lady that has known his lordship from the cradle!"

The two men looked uncomfortable enough at the sight of Mona's weeping; my words only increased their chagrin. "Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am, but you've no notion how many young ladies-shameless camp followers, most of 'em-'ave dallied by this sentry post and offered any amount of money or favours to be admitted to his lordship, private-like," one said.

"Some o' the things they're promising would tempt St. Peter, they would," the other echoed.

"That is not our object," I said sternly-there is some benefit to being an aging spinster dressed in black; the sentries quailed as tho' I had been their mamma-"our sole concern is Lord Byron's health. He possesses a most delicate const.i.tution. If you intend to hang him, you had better ensure that he lives long enough to stand his trial. Now, be sensible-and convey that hamper into his lordship with the compliments of the Earl and Countess of Swithin."

The sentry on the right-who could be no more, I guessed, than eighteen-saluted me as tho' I had been an officer, and scurried to retrieve the basket from the ground where it lay. Carrying it gingerly, he first unlatched the wicket, and peered within Lord Byron's cell; then said, in an aside to his fellow, "Writin' again. 'E's all over ink. And 'e'll be askin' to 'ave 'is pen mended again, just you wait an' see. No pen-knives allowed the prisoners," he added, for my benefit.

"Naturally not," I agreed with quelling coldness.

The sentry unbarred the door, and carried the hamper within. After an interval of several moments, he reemerged with a packet of paper in his hands.

"The prisoner thanks ye kindly fer yer consideration," he said, as tho' having got the words by rote, "and asks that you convey these pages to Lady Oxford. If he is to hang, Lord Byron says, it would be something to know as his verses is published."

I held out my hand for the pages; they had been enclosed in a cover, and sealed clumsily with the wax from Byron's tallow candle. A letter? Or more lines from The Giaour The Giaour?

Mona subdued her sobbing to a few dying sniffles.

"You have my grat.i.tude, dear sirs, for your exceptional kindness," she breathed with trembling sincerity. "You will be blessed, I am sure, in Heaven!"

Such a picture as she made, with her tear-stained cheeks delicately overlaid with rose, that she might almost have been another Sarah Siddons-and I recollected, for the first time, that her grandmother had tread the boards of the Comedie-Francaise.

"Lord, Jane," she said as we walked with dignity back towards the barracks, "I was all of a quake lest they look inside the hamper. For beneath the roast chicken, the Gloucester cheese, and the lemon tart, is of course a pen-knife-for how could I neglect to send Byron one?"

23 Hazard was a form of gambling with dice that led eventually to the present game of shooting c.r.a.ps.- Hazard was a form of gambling with dice that led eventually to the present game of shooting c.r.a.ps.-Editor's note.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The Viscount's Tale FRIDAY, 14 MAY 1813 1813.

BRIGHTON, CONT.

WE HAD NOT ACHIEVED OUR OBJECT-TO CORROBORATE Caro Lamb's tale, and enquire of Lord Byron why he had failed to follow Catherine Twining from the Pavilion on that fatal night-but we had in our possession a packet that might prove a love letter for Lady Oxford; and this was no end cheering to Desdemona, whose heart was softer than mine. Lady Oxford, she informed me, had taken to her bed on the strength of Byron's imprisonment-and must be cheered by some word from him. Caro Lamb's tale, and enquire of Lord Byron why he had failed to follow Catherine Twining from the Pavilion on that fatal night-but we had in our possession a packet that might prove a love letter for Lady Oxford; and this was no end cheering to Desdemona, whose heart was softer than mine. Lady Oxford, she informed me, had taken to her bed on the strength of Byron's imprisonment-and must be cheered by some word from him.

"Tho', do you know, Jane, that he had the presumption to charge her with unfaithfulness unfaithfulness at the a.s.sembly last evening! Was there ever anything more unjust?-When she has sacrificed so much for Byron's sake-and even now remains in Brighton solely out of consideration for him!" at the a.s.sembly last evening! Was there ever anything more unjust?-When she has sacrificed so much for Byron's sake-and even now remains in Brighton solely out of consideration for him!"

"Lady Oxford had better consider of her children," I retorted, "for I a.s.sume her husband has long since been forgot."

"The Earl is not very memorable, that is true," Mona said doubtfully, "but whatever Jane Harley's sins may be, neglect is not one of them. I am sure that has all been on the other other side, for Oxford is very well cared for, and never troubles himself about Jane's side, for Oxford is very well cared for, and never troubles himself about Jane's affaires affaires-as he has had countless High Flyers in keeping!"

On such a point of mutual disagreement, as to the nature of marital happiness, it was as well to keep silent. I could only be thankful that Mona's domestic arrangements were not patterned along Harleian lines.

We emerged into the main thoroughfare of the Camp, and espied the Countess's groom walking her team and phaeton to an admiring audience of common foot soldiers. Among them, however, I noticed a glossy charger commanded by a captain with a familiar face-Captain Viscount Morley. The blond G.o.d who had danced his last with Catherine Twining at her fatal a.s.sembly looked haggard this afternoon; a riband of black c.r.a.pe was tied about his right arm. Had he attended Catherine's obsequies that morning?

"Thank you, Hinch," Mona said as she approached her groom. "Pray go to their heads."

"Allow me to a.s.sist you, Countess." Morley had dismounted, and tossed his reins to a brother officer; now he stood by the phaeton, offering his hand, and Mona, accepting it, sprang lightly into the carriage. Immediately, he turned to me with a smile, and offered to spring me into the other side. As Mona fingered the reins and the team tossed its heads, the Captain observed, "A lovely pair! I envy you up behind them."

"You should not, if you saw how the Countess drives," I murmured.

Morley smiled. "I have often observed her, in Hyde Park of a spring morning; and tho' I admit her to be a very dashing whip, I cannot think you in any danger, Miss-Forgive me, I have forgot your name."

"Austen," I said. "And you are Captain Viscount Morley, I believe?"

"Got it in one." He glanced at me ruefully as I ascended into the equipage. "I must do better, next time we meet, Miss Austen. That was unconscionably rude."

"Not at all," I a.s.sured him. What boy of four-and-twenty, as I judged him at most to be, should concern himself with the name of a spinster seen once in a crowded room, whose dress proclaimed the dowd, and grieving mourner? "But if I may presume upon our chance acquaintance-I observed your armband-may I ask whether you attended Miss Twining's funeral this morning?"

His gaze dropped. "I did, so help me. To think that such a perfect being is laid into the earth-but forgive me. I should ask rather whether you knew her."

"Pray, do not hide your sensibility on my my account. I was a little acquainted with Miss Twining." account. I was a little acquainted with Miss Twining."

"Ah! I had thought you a stranger to Brighton-a guest of the Countess's."

"A visitor to Brighton only, to be sure-my home is in Hampshire-but I first met Miss Twining on the road from London, at Cuckfield."

I deliberately tried this information on the Captain to see how he should react; and the change his countenance underwent was remarkable. He first paled, then flushed red.

"Miss Austen-" He hesitated. "I collect that the Countess is intent upon driving home. Should you mind if I rode a little way beside your carriage? A dawdling escort might encourage her ladyship to curb her horses."

"Then you shall earn my undying grat.i.tude," I returned with a smile, "and any indulgence you might name!"

The Captain remounted, Hinch swung himself up behind the phaeton, and the mettlesome chestnuts, given their heads, sprang forward with a lurch.

Until we were well out of the Camp, the talk must be all on Mona and Morley's side-of horseflesh and auctions at Tattersall's; the fate of a mutual acquaintance's hunters, when that acquaintance lost everything at loo and was forced to sell his stable. "Six hundred guineas, Swithin says old Jepson paid, for that rawboned young'un," Mona exclaimed. "We must hope it's up to carrying Jepson's weight."

"Do you hunt, Miss Austen?" Morley politely enquired. We had achieved the main Brighton road, and he was obviously dawdling, keeping his handsome charger at something between a trot and a walk; I had never enjoyed a ride in Mona's phaeton so much.

"Sadly, I do not," I replied, "although I have many brothers who are addicted to sport. I rather wonder at your finding time to enter the field, Captain-do not your military duties take you much from England? I had heard you were at Talavera."

"I had that honour, yes." He dropped back from the carriage, and came round to ride beside me. "I was used to hunt with the Duke of Beaufort's pack-but it has been at least three years since I have enjoyed a meeting."

"-Having been perpetually fighting with Wellington in the Peninsula, I collect. Miss Twining also had a brother in the 10th, I believe-Richard Twining. Were you at all acquainted with him?"

"Indeed I was. We were tent-mates for a time. I thought poor Richard the best of fellows, and as fine a cavalry officer as ever lived. He was but nineteen when he was killed. I saw him fall."

Mona gave a soft exclamation of sorrowful sympathy.

"It is extraordinary, is it not, that General Twining has lost both his children?" I said thoughtfully. "Almost as tho' he had been marked out by Fate-or an avenging Fury."

"There are some men who draw misfortune as surely as carrion draws the vulture," he said in a taut voice. "I valued Richard Twining exceedingly, Miss Austen-but if his father should meet with the most painful death imaginable, I should greet the news with relief, and raise a gla.s.s to Heaven on the strength of it! I say this, tho' he is is a senior officer." a senior officer."

"Strong words indeed, sir," I said imperturbably. "What has the General done to inspire such implacable resentment?"

"He had a wife, ma'am, before he possessed his children-and the misery he brought upon her head cannot fail to move any who once knew her, tho' she is many years now in her grave."

I bowed to the Captain; his words were laden with honest emotion, and I detected no attempt at dissimulation, no effort to disguise his pa.s.sionate disregard for the General. If this young man were were determined to be the agent of his family's revenge upon the Twinings-and had sought to destroy the father by extinguishing first his son, a companion in arms-and then his daughter, so trusting and young-Morley was exceedingly clever. A man who had much to hide, should have affected a careless cordiality towards the General-and I should have suspected his motives instantly. By exposing his unvarnished enmity, Morley appeared guileless; and I suspected him the more. determined to be the agent of his family's revenge upon the Twinings-and had sought to destroy the father by extinguishing first his son, a companion in arms-and then his daughter, so trusting and young-Morley was exceedingly clever. A man who had much to hide, should have affected a careless cordiality towards the General-and I should have suspected his motives instantly. By exposing his unvarnished enmity, Morley appeared guileless; and I suspected him the more.

"But I blame myself for Miss Twining's murder," he said, in a lowered voice. "I spoke too freely, when I should not-I sought to protect and shield her. Instead, I served only to incite her murderer to violence."

"Unless you held her head under the waves, Captain, you cannot possibly claim guilt."

He looked at me in swift dismay. "I, drown Catherine Catherine? You will acquit me of such an atrocity, I hope, Miss Austen, when I tell you that it has been many months since I have known she was the only creature on earth capable of ensuring my happiness-and that, tho' she shrank from openly proclaiming an engagement, until she should be of age, I may say with confidence that she felt the same depth of regard for me."

"Good G.o.d!" I said blankly. "Do not tell me that the Earl of Derwent.w.a.ter's estates lie somewhere near Bath Bath?"

"My family has long been established in that part of the country, indeed," the Captain returned with a faint air of curiosity.

Thus did my brother Henry's predicted appearance of a gallant Unknown, devoted to Miss Twining, come to pa.s.s-and as I had feared, entirely too late. A host of impressions swept over me. Catherine in love with a young officer. Catherine, sent home from school. Catherine, going in fear of disclosing her beloved's name Catherine in love with a young officer. Catherine, sent home from school. Catherine, going in fear of disclosing her beloved's name. But Morley was speaking, and I must attend.

"The fact of her brother having reposed his trust and friendship in me, early supported my suit; but many months of mutual esteem, and increasing knowledge of one another's character, established the true bond."

"Then you have all my sympathy, Captain," I said; but I studied his cla.s.sic profile in some doubt. "How did you come to meet? Miss Twining was much of the year at school, I believe, in Bath?"

"She was-but at such a remove from the General, Catherine naturally felt herself to be free of inordinate restraint. She might receive visitors, under the eye of Miss Addams, the Headmistress. I first called last November, to deliver a letter I had long held in keeping-the final one penned by her brother. Richard had told me much of his beloved sister during our long campaigning in Spain."

"Of course," I murmured.

"From that beginning," the Captain continued in a voice that wavered only a little, "our attachment was constant and fervent. The knowledge that I was to be garrisoned in Brighton-where Catherine made her home-only increased our happiness-but we taught ourselves discretion, so as not to excite the animosity of her father."

"You only danced the one dance with her, at Monday's a.s.sembly," Mona observed.

The Captain turned his head. "All subterfuge must be abhorrent; but I knew the General should make Catherine's life a misery if he suspected our mutual regard. An ancient scandal lies between our two families, which renders any marital tie repugnant to the General."

"You were aware he intended to marry her to Mr. Hendred Smalls?" I asked.