They arrived in Red Lion Square, found the house of Mr.Reynolds, and, contrary to the count's prognostics, found the old gentleman up, and they saw him in his red night-cap at his parlour window.
After some minutes' running backwards and forwards of a boy in the passage, and two or three peeps taken over the blinds by the old gentleman, they were admitted.
The boy could not master their names; so they were obliged reciprocally to announce themselves--'Count O'Halloran and Lord Colambre.' The names seemed to make no impression on the old gentleman; but he deliberately looked at the count and his lordship, as if studying WHAT rather than WHO they were.In spite of the red night-cap, and a flowered dressing-gown, Mr.
Reynolds looked like a gentleman, an odd gentleman--but still a gentleman.
As Count O'Halloran came into the room, and as his large dog attempted to follow, the count's voice expressed: 'Say, shall Ilet him in, or shut the door?'
'Oh, let him in, by all means, sir, if you please! I am fond of dogs; and a finer one I never saw; pray, gentlemen, be seated,'
said he--a portion of the complacency inspired by the sight of the dog, diffusing itself over his manner towards the master of so fine an animal, and even extending to the master's companion, though in an inferior degree.Whilst Mr.Reynolds stroked the dog, the count told him that 'the dog was of a curious breed, now almost extinct--the Irish greyhound, of which only one nobleman in Ireland, it is said, has now a few of the species remaining in his possession--Now, lie down, Hannibal,' said the count.'Mr.
Reynolds, we have taken the liberty, though strangers, of waiting upon you--'
'I beg your pardon, sir,' interrupted Mr.Reynolds; 'but did Iunderstand you rightly, that a few of the same species are still to be had from one nobleman in Ireland? pray, what is his name?'
said he, taking out his pencil.
The count wrote the name for him, but observed, that 'he had asserted only that a few of these dogs remained in the possession of that nobleman; he could not answer for it that they were TO BEHAD.'
'Oh, I have ways and means,' said old Reynolds; and, rapping his snuff-box, and talking, as it was his custom, loud to himself, 'Lady Dashfort knows all those Irish lords; she shall get one for me--ay! ay!'
Count O'Halloran replied, as if the words had been addressed to him--'Lady Dashfort is in England.'
'I know it, sir; she is in London,' said Mr.Reynolds, hastily.
'What do you know of her?'
'I know, sir, that she is not likely to return to Ireland, and that I am; and so is my young friend here; and if the thing can be accomplished, we will get it done for you.'
Lord Colambre joined in this promise, and added that, 'if the dog could be obtained, he would undertake to have him safely sent over to England.'
'Sir--gentlemen! I'm much obliged; that is, when you have done the thing I shall be much obliged.But, maybe, you are only making me civil speeches!'
'Of that, sir,' said the count, smiling with much temper, 'your own sagacity and knowledge of the world must enable you to judge.'
'For my own part, I can only say,' cried Lord Colambre, 'that Iam not in the habit of being reproached with saying one thing and meaning another.'
'Hot! I see,' said old Reynolds, nodding, as he looked at Lord Colambre.'Cool!' added he, nodding at the count.'But a time for everything; I was hot once--both answers good, for their ages.'
This speech Lord Colombre and the count tacitly agreed to consider as another APART, which they were not to hear, or seem to hear.The count began again on the business of their visit, as he saw that Lord Colambre was boiling with impatience, and feared that he should BOIL OVER, and spoil all.The count commenced with--'Mr.Reynolds, your name sounds to me like the name of a friend;for I had once a friend of that name; I had once the pleasure (and a very great pleasure it was to me) to be intimately acquainted abroad, on the Continent, with a very amiable and gallant youth--your son!'
'Take care, sir,' said the old man, starting up from his chair, and instantly sinking down aginn--'take care! Don't mention him to me--unless you would strike me dead on the spot!'
The convulsed motions of his fingers and face worked for some moments; whilst the count and Lord Colambre, much shocked and alarmed, stood in silence.
The convulsed motions ceased; and the old man unbuttoned his waistcoat, as if to relieve some sense of expression; uncovered his gray hairs; and, after leaning back to rest himself, with his eyes fixed, and in reverie for a few moments, he sat upright again in his chair, and exclaimed, as he looked round--'Son!--Did not somebody say that word? Who is so cruel to say that word before me? Nobody has ever spoken of him to me--but once, since his death! Do you know, sir,' said he, fixing his eyes on Count O'Halloran, and laying his cold hand on him, 'do you know where he was buried, I ask you, sir? do you remember how he died?'
'Too well! too well!' cried the count, so much affected as to be scarcely able to pronounce the words; 'he died in my arms; Iburied him myself!'
'Impossible!' cried Mr.Reynolds.'Why do you say so, sir?'
said he, studying the count's face with a sort of bewildered earnestness.'Impossible! His body was sent over to me in a lead coffin; and I saw it and I was asked--and I answered, "in the family vault." But the shock is over,' said he; 'and, gentlemen, if the business of your visit relates to that subject, I trust I am now sufficiently composed to attend to you.Indeed, I ought to be prepared; for I had reason, for years, to expect the stroke; and yet, when it came, it seemed sudden!--it stunned me--put an end to all my worldly prospects--left me childless, without a single descendant or relation near enough to be dear to me! I am an insulated being!'
