Part 22 (1/2)

”You appear always to be very ready for a quarrel, Mr Dale,” said the Duke, with a glance at Carford. ”Pray, what's the dispute?”

”I'll tell your Grace the whole matter,” said I readily enough, for I had nothing to blame myself with.

”No, I won't have it told,” cried M. de Fontelles.

”It's my pleasure to hear it,” said the Duke coldly.

”Well, sir, it was thus,” said I, with a candid air. ”I protested to this gentleman that my French was sadly to seek; he was polite enough to a.s.sure me that I spoke it well. Upon this I owned to some small knowledge, and for an example I said to him, '_J'aime, tu aimes, il aime_.' He received the remark, sir, with the utmost amiability.”

”He could do no less,” said the Duke with a smile.

”But he would have it that this didn't exhaust my treasure of learning.

Therefore, after leaving me for a moment to set straight a difference that had arisen between his servants and our host, he returned, put away a leathern case that he had left on the table (concerning which indeed he seemed more uneasy than would be counted courteous here in England, seeing that I had been all the while alone in the room with it), and allowed me to resume my exhibition of French-speaking. To humour him and to pa.s.s away the hour during which I was deprived of the pleasure of attending your Grace----”

”Yes, yes, Mr Dale. Don't delay in order to compliment me,” said the Duke, smiling still.

”I leant across the table, sir, and I made him a speech that sent him, to all seeming, half-way out of his senses; for he sprang up, seized his case, looked at the fastenings, saw to the priming of his pistol, and finally presumed to exact from me a promise that I would consult n.o.body as to the perplexity into which this strange behaviour of his had flung me. To that I demurred, and hence the quarrel with which I regret most humbly that your Grace should have been troubled.”

”I'm obliged to you, Mr Dale. But what was this wonder-working phrase?”

”Why, sir, just the first that came into my head. I said to the gentleman--to M. de Fontelles, as I understand him to be called--I said to him softly and gently--_Je viens, tu viens_----”

The Duke seized me by the arm, with a sudden air of excitement. Carford stepped forward and stood beside him.

”_Je viens, tu viens_.... Yes! And any more?” cried the Duke.

”Yes, your Grace,” I answered, again amazed. ”I completed what grammarians call the Singular Number by adding '_Il vient;_'

whereupon--but I have told you.”

”_Il vient?_” cried the Duke and Carford all in a breath.

”_Il vient_,” I repeated, thinking now that all the three had run mad.

Carford screened his mouth with his hand and whispered in the Duke's ear. The Duke nodded and made some answer. Both seemed infinitely stirred and interested. M. de Fontelles had stood in sullen silence by the table while I told the story of our quarrel; now his eyes were fixed intently on the Duke's face.

”But why,” said I, ”that simple phrase worked such strange agitation in the gentleman, your Grace's wisdom may discover. I am at a loss.”

Still Carford whispered, and presently the Duke said,

”Come, gentlemen, you've fallen into a foolish quarrel where no quarrel need have come. Pray be friends again.”

M. de Fontelles drew himself up stiffly.

”I asked a promise of that gentleman, and he refused it me,” he said.

”And I asked an explanation of that gentleman, and he refused it me,”

said I, just as stiffly.

”Well, then, Mr Dale shall give his promise to me. Will that be agreeable to you, Mr Dale?”