The meeting between the poor mulatto woman and her mistress was as full of joy and surprise as little Oliver had expected; and this is saying a great deal, for where much is expected, there is usually much disappointment; and very sympathetic people are often angry with others, for not being as much astonished, or as much delighted, as they think the occasion requires.
The day which Mr. Augustus Holloway imagined would bring him such complete felicity—the day on which Lord Rawson had promised to call for him in his dog-cart, and to drive him down randem-tandem, to Marryborough—was now arrived. His lordship, in his dog-cart, was at the door; and Holloway, in high spirits, was just going to get into the carriage, when some one pulled his coat, and begged to speak a few words with him. It was the stage-coachman, who was absolutely in distress for the value of the lost parcel, which Holloway had promised him should be punctually paid: but Holloway, now that his excursion to Marryborough was perfectly secure, thought but very little of the poor coachman’s difficulties; and though he had the money, which he had raised by the lottery tickets, in his pocket, he determined to keep that for his amusements during the Easter holidays. “You must wait till I come back from Marryborough; I can’t possibly speak to you now; I can’t possibly, you see, keep Lord Rawson waiting. Why didn’t you call sooner? I am not at all convinced that any parcel was lost.”
“I’ll show you the books—it’s book’d, sir,” said the man, eagerly.
“Well, well, this is not a time to talk of booking. I’ll be with you in an instant, my lord,” cried Holloway to Lord Rawson, who was all impatience to be off. But the coachman would not quit his hold. “I’m sorry to come to that, master,” said he: “as long as we were both upon honour together, it was very well; but, if you break squares with me, being a gentleman, and rich, you can’t take it ill, I being a poor man and my place and all at stake, if I take the shortest way to get my own: I must go to Dr. B. for justice, if you won’t give it me without my peaching,” said the coachman.
“I’ll see you again to-morrow morning,” said Holloway, alarmed: “we come up to town again to-morrow.”
“To-morrow won’t do,” said the coachman; “I shall lose my place and my bread to-day. I know how to trust to young gentlemen’s to-morrows.”
A volley of oaths from Lord Rawson again summoned his companion. At this instant, Mr. Russell, young Howard, and little Oliver, came up the street, and were passing on to Mrs. Howard’s, when Holloway stopped Howard, who was the last of the party. “For Heaven’s sake,” said he, in a whisper, “do settle for me with this confounded coachman! I know you are rich; your bookseller told me so; pay five guineas for me to him, and you shall have them again to-morrow, there’s a good fellow. Lord Rawson’s waiting; good by.”
“Stay, stay,” said Howard, who was not so easily to be drawn into difficulties by a moment’s weakness, or by the want of a moment’s presence of mind: “I know nothing of this business; I have other uses for my money; I cannot pay five guineas for you, Holloway.”
“Then let it alone,” cried Holloway, with a brutal execration; and he forcibly broke from the coachman, shook hands with his tutor, Mr. Supine, who was talking to Lord Rawson about the varnish of his gig, jumped into the carriage, and was whirled away from all reflection in a moment, by his noble companion.
The poor coachman entreated Howard to stay one instant, to hear him. He explained the business to him, and reproached himself bitterly for his folly. “I’m sure I thought,” said he, “I was sure of a gentleman’s honour; and young gentlemen ought to be above not paying handsome for their frolics, if they must have frolics; and a frolic’s one thing, and cheating a poor man like me is another; and he had liked to have killed a poor mulatto woman, too, by the overturn of the coach, which was all his doings.”