Landlord. A fine day, Mr. Wheeler.
Wheel. And I hope, for your sake, we may have as fine a day for the Montem to-morrow. It will be a pretty penny in your pocket! Why, all the world will be here; and (looking round at the jellies, etc.) so much the better for them; for here are good things enough, and enough for them. And here's the best thing of all, the good old tankard still; not empty, I hope.
Landlord. Not empty, I hope. Here's to you, Mr. Wheeler.
Wheel.Mr. Wheeler! —Captain Wheeler, if you please.
Landlord.You, Captain Wheeler! – Why, I thought in former times it was always the oldest scholar at Eton that was Captain at the Montems; and didn't Mr. Talbot come afore you?
Wheel. Not at all; we came on the same day. Some say I came first; some say Talbot. So the choice of which of us is to be captain is to be put to the vote amongst the lads – most votes carry it; and I have most votes, I fancy; so I shall be captain, to-morrow, and a pretty deal of salt[8 - Salt, the cant name given by the Eton lads to the money collected at Montem.] I reckon I shall pocket. Why, the collection at the last Montem, they say, came to a plump thousand! No bad thing for a young fellow to set out with for Oxford or Cambridge – hey?
Landlord. And no bad thing, before he sets out for Cambridge or Oxford, 'twould be for a young gentleman to pay his debts.
Wheel. Debts! Oh, time enough for that. I've a little account with you in horses, I know; but that's between you and me, you know – mum.
Landlord. Mum me no mums, Mr. Wheeler. Between you and me, my best hunter has been ruinationed; and I can't afford to be mum. So you'll take no offence if I speak; and as you'll set off to-morrow, as soon as the Montem's over, you'll be pleased to settle with me some way or other to-day, as we've no other time.
Wheel. No time so proper, certainly. Where's the little account? – I have money sent me for my Montem dress, and I can squeeze that much out of it. I came home from Eton on purpose to settle with you. But as to the hunter, you must call upon Talbot – do you understand? to pay for him; for though Talbot and I had him the same day, 'twas Talbot did for him, and Talbot must pay. I spoke to him about it, and charged him to remember you; for I never forget to speak a good word for my friends.
Landlord. So I perceive.
Wheel. I'll make bold just to give you my opinion of these jellies whilst you are getting my account, Mr. Newington.
(He swallows down a jelly or two – Landlord is going.)
Enter Talbot
Talbot. Hallo, Landlord! where are you making off so fast? Here, your jellies are all going as fast as yourself.
Wheel. (aside). Talbot! – I wish I was a hundred miles off.
Landlord. You are heartily welcome, Mr. Talbot. A good morning to you, sir; I'm glad to see you – very glad to see you, Mr. Talbot.
Talb. Then shake hands, my honest landlord.
(Talbot, in shaking hands with him, puts a purse into the Landlord's hands.)
Landlord. What's here? Guineas?
Talb. The hunter, you know; since Wheeler won't pay, I must – that's all. Good morning.
Wheel. (aside.) What a fool!
(Landlord, as Talbot is going catches hold of his coat.)
Landlord. Hold, Mr. Talbot, this won't do!
Talb. Won't it? Well, then, my watch must go.
Landlord. Nay, nay! but you are in such a hurry to pay – you won't hear a man. Half this is enough for your share o' the mischief, in all conscience. Mr. Wheeler, there, had the horse on the same day.
Wheel. But Bursal's my witness —
Talb. Oh, say no more about witnesses; a man's conscience is always his best witness, or his worst. Landlord, take your money, and no more words.
Wheel. This is very genteel of you, Talbot. I always thought you would do the genteel thing, as I knew you to be so generous and considerate.
Talb. Don't waste your fine speeches, Wheeler, I advise you, this election time. Keep them for Bursal or Lord John, or some of those who like them. They won't go down with me. Good morning to you. I give you notice, I'm going back to Eton as fast as I can gallop; and who knows what plain speaking may do with the Eton lads? I may be captain yet, Wheeler. Have a care! Is my horse ready there?
Landlord. Mr. Talbot's horse, there! Mr. Talbot's horse, I say.
Talbot sings
He carries weight – he rides a race —
'Tis for a thousand pound!
(Exit Talbot.)
Wheel. And, dear me! I shall be left behind. A horse for me, pray; a horse for Mr. Wheeler!
(Exit Wheeler.)
Landlord (calls very loud). Mr. Talbot's horse! Hang the hostler! I'll saddle him myself.
(Exit Landlord.)
SCENE II
A Dining-room in the Inn at Salt Hill
Mrs. Talbot and Louisa
Louisa (laughing). With what an air Mrs. Landlady made her exit!
Mrs. Talbot. When I was young, they say, I was proud; but I am humble enough now: these petty mortifications do not vex me.
Louisa. It is well my brother was gone before Mrs. Landlady made her entrée; for if he had heard her rude speech, he would at least have given her the retort courteous.
Mrs. Talb. Now tell me honestly, my Louisa – You were, a few days ago, at Bursal House. Since you have left it and have felt something of the difference that is made in this world between splendour and no splendour, you have never regretted that you did not stay there, and that you did not bear more patiently with Miss Bursal's little airs?
Louisa. Never for a moment. At first Miss Bursal paid me a vast deal of attention; but, for what reason I know not, she suddenly changed her manner, grew first strangely cold, then condescendingly familiar, and at last downright rude. I could not guess the cause of these variations.
Mrs. Talb. (aside). I guess the cause too well.
Louisa. But as I perceived the lady was out of tune, I was in haste to leave her. I should make a very bad, and, I am sure, a miserable toad eater. I had much rather, if I were obliged to choose, earn my own bread, than live as toad eater with anybody.
Mrs. Talb. Fine talking, dear Louisa!