So long as the fool has his being in the world, he will be a part of every history, nor can I keep him from his place in a narrative that is made to revolve more or less upon its own wheels. Algernon went to bed, completely forgetting Edward and his own misfortunes, under the influence of the opiate of the order for one thousand pounds, to be delivered to him upon application. The morning found him calmly cheerful, until a little parcel was brought to his door, together with a note from Mrs. Lovell, explaining that the parcel contained those jewels, his precious gifts of what she had insultingly chosen to call “esteem” for her.
Algernon took it in his hand, and thought of flinging it through the window; but as the window happened to be open, he checked the impulse, and sent it with great force into a corner of the room: a perfectly fool-like proceeding, for the fool is, after his fashion, prudent, and will never, if he can help it, do himself thorough damage, that he may learn by it and be wiser.
“I never stand insult,” he uttered, self-approvingly, and felt manlier. “No; not even from you, ma'am,” he apostrophized Mrs. Lovell's portrait, that had no rival now upon the wall, and that gave him a sharp fight for the preservation of his anger, so bewitching she was to see. Her not sending up word that she wished him to come to her rendered his battle easier.
“It looks rather like a break between us,” he said. “If so, you won't find me so obedient to your caprices, Mrs. Margaret L.; though you are a pretty woman, and know it. Smile away. I prefer a staunch, true sort of a woman, after all. And the colonies it must be, I begin to suspect.” This set him conjuring before his eyes the image of Rhoda, until he cried, “I'll be hanged if the girl doesn't haunt me!” and considered the matter with some curiosity.
He was quickly away, and across the square of Lincoln's Inn Fields to the attorney's firm, where apparently his coming was expected, and he was told that the money would be placed in his hands on the following day. He then communicated with Edward, in the brief Caesarian tongue of the telegraph: “All right. Stay. Ceremony arranged.” After which, he hailed a skimming cab, and pronouncing the word “Epsom,” sank back in it, and felt in his breast-pocket for his cigar-case, without casting one glance of interest at the deep fit of cogitation the cabman had been thrown into by the suddenness of the order.
“Dash'd if it ain't the very thing I went and gone and dreamed last night,” said the cabman, as he made his dispositions to commence the journey.
Certain boys advised him to whip it away as hard as he could, and he would come in the winner.
“Where shall I grub, sir?” the cabman asked through the little door above, to get some knowledge of the quality of his fare.
“Eat your 'grub' on the course,” said Algernon.
“Ne'er a hamper to take up nowheres, is there, sir?”