His lordship grew pale at the obvious allusion to Monmouth's mild treatment of him for his cowardice at Bridport, and his eyes were as baleful as Wilding's own at that moment. But before he could speak, Monmouth had already answered Mr. Wilding.
"You are wanting in respect to us, sir," he admonished him.
Mr. Wilding bowed to the rebuke in a submission that seemed ironical.
The blood mounted slowly to Monmouth's cheeks.
"Perhaps," put in Wade, who was anxious for peace, Mr. Wilding has some explanation to offer us of his failure."His failure! They took too much for granted. Stitched in the lining of his boot was the letter from the Secretary of State. To have achieved that was surely to have achieved something.
"I thank you, sir, for supposing it," answered Wilding, his voice hard with self-restraint; "I have indeed an explanation.""We will hear it," said Monmouth condescendingly, and Grey sneered, thrusting out his bloated lips.
"I have to offer the explanation that Your Majesty is served in London by cowards; self-sufficient and self-important cowards who have hindered me in my task instead of helping me. I refer particularly to Colonel Danvers."Grey interrupted him. "You have a rare effrontery, sir - aye, by God!
Do you dare call Danvers a coward?"
"It is not I who so call him; but the facts. Colonel Danvers has run away.
"Danvers gone?" cried Ferguson, voicing the consternation of all.
Wilding shrugged and smiled; Grey's eye was offensively upon him. He elected to answer the challenge of that glance. "He has followed the illustrious example set him by other of Your Majesty's devoted followers," said Wilding.
Grey rose suddenly. This was too much. "I'll not endure it from this knave!" he cried, appealing to Monmouth.
Monmouth wearily waved him to a seat; but Grey disregarded the command.
"What have I said that should touch your lordship?" asked Wilding, and, smiling sardonically, he looked into Grey's eyes.
"It is not what you have said. It is what you have inferred.""And to call me knave!" said Wilding in a mocking horror.
The repression of his anger lent him a rare bitterness, and an almost devilishly subtle manner of expressing wordlessly what was passing in his mind. There was not one present but gathered from his utterance of those five words that he did not hold Grey worthy the honour of being called to account for that offensive epithet. He made just an exclamatory protest, such as he might have made had a woman applied the term to him.
Grey turned from him slowly to Monmouth. "It might be well," said he, in his turn controlling himself at last, "to place Mr. Wilding under arrest."Mr. Wilding's manner quickened on the instant from passive to active anger.
"Upon what charge, sir?" he demanded sharply. In truth it was the only thing wanting that, after all that he had undergone, he should be arrested. His eyes were upon the Duke's melancholy face, and his anger was such that in that moment he vowed that if Monmouth acted upon this suggestion of Grey's he should not have so much as the consolation of Sunderland's letter.
"You have been wanting in respect to us, sir," the Duke answered him.
He seemed able to do little more than repeat himself. "You return from London empty-handed, your task unaccomplished, and instead of a becoming contrition, you hector it here before us in this manner." He shook his head. "We are not pleased with you, Mr. Wilding." "But, Your Grace," exclaimed Wilding, "is it my fault that your London agents had failed to organize the rising? That rising should have taken place, and it would have taken place had Your Majesty been more ably represented there.""You were there, Mr. Wilding," said Grey with heavy sarcasm.
"Would it no' be better to leave Mr. Wilding's affair until afterwards?"suggested Ferguson at that moment. "It is already past eight, Your Majesty, and there be still some details of this attack to settle that your officers may prepare for it, whilst Mr. Newlington awaits Your Majesty to supper at nine.""True," said Monmouth, ever ready to take a solution offered by another.
"We will confer with you again later, Mr. Wilding."Wilding bowed, accepting his dismissal. "Before I go, Your Majesty, there are certain things I would report..." he began.
"You have heard, sir," Grey broke in. "Not now. This is not the time.""Indeed, no. This is not the time, Mr. Wilding," echoed the Duke.
Wilding set his teeth in the intensity of his vexation.
"What I have to tell Your Majesty is of importance, he exclaimed, and Monmouth seemed to waver, whilst Grey looked disdainful unbelief of the importance of any communication Wilding might have to make.
"We have little time, Your Majesty," Ferguson reminded Monmouth.
"Perhaps," put in friendly Wade, "Your Majesty might see Mr. Wilding at Mr. Newlington's.""Is it really necessary?" quoth Grey.
This treatment of him inspired Mr. Wilding with malice. The mere mention of Sunderland's letter would have changed their tone. But he elected by no such word to urge the importance of his business. It should be entirely as Monmouth should elect or be constrained by these gentlemen about his council-table.
"It would serve two purposes," said Wade, whilst Monmouth still considered. "Your Majesty will be none too well attended, your officers having this other matter to prepare for. Mr. Wilding would form another to swell your escort of gentlemen.""I think you are right, Colonel Wade," said Monmouth. "We sup at Mr.
Newlington's at nine o'clock, Mr. Wilding. We shall expect you to attend us there. Lieutenant Cragg," said His Grace to the young officer who had admitted Wilding, and who had remained at attention by the door, "you may reconduct Mr. Wilding."Wilding bowed, his lips tight to keep in the anger that craved expression. Then, without another word spoken, he turned and departed.
"An insolent, overbearing knave!" was Grey's comment upon him after he had left the room.
"Let us attend to this, your lordship," said Speke, tapping the map.
"Time presses," and he invited Wade to continue the matter that Wilding's advent had interrupted.
