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Authors: Georgette Heyer

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This was soon accomplished, and having arranged for the bag to be delivered at Captain Ware's chambers, the Duke was able to turn his attention to such minor matters as the purchasing of soap, and tooth-powder, and a razor. He was directed to Bedford House, where he was most surprised to find for what a small sum he could buy hair-brushes, and combs, and other such articles. In the end, he made so many small purchases that he was obliged once more to make use of his cousin's chambers.

It was just before eight, having whiled away the afternoon as best he could, that he entered the precincts of Albany. As he strolled up the Rope-Walk, an acquaintance who was sallying forth in evening attire, levelled a quizzing-glass at his top-boots, and said: "Just arrived from the Country, I see, Duke! I did not know you were expected in town. Are you on your way to your cousin? You will find him at home: I saw him come in above an hour ago/'

"I am dining with him," the Duke replied.

"Well, I shall see you at White's tomorrow, I daresay."

The Duke agreed to this somewhat mendaciously, and passed on.

When he was admitted into Captain Ware's chambers, his cousin met him in the hall with a ribald demand to know whether he took his lodging for a receiving office.

The Duke smiled up at him engagingly. "Oh, I could think of nowhere else to have them sent!" he said. "You can have no notion how busy I have been!"

"But, Adolphus, has it come to this, that you are obliged to fetch your linen home from the washerwoman?" asked Gideon, pointing to the unwieldy bundle on the floor.

"So Francis contrived to smuggle it away! Good!" said the Duke, casting off his greatcoat. "Gideon, I have slipped my leash!"

"Capital!" approved his cousin. "Come and tell me the whole!"

The Duke followed him into his sitting-room, but said: "Well, no! I think I will not, if you do not mind it very much!"

"Then tell me nothing at all," said Gideon, handing him a glass of sherry. "Not, believe me, Adolphus, that I would cast the least rub in your way!"

The Duke, with the nature of his adventure in mind, was not so sure of this. His big cousin could be depended upon to aid and abet him in kicking over his irksome traces, but let him catch but one whiff of Mr. Liversedge and his demands and he would without any doubt at all cast very much more than a rub in the way. So he smiled again, and sipped his sherry.

Gideon, who knew that sweet, abstracted smile, said accusingly: "Adolphus, you are brewing mischief!"

"Oh, no!" said Gilly. "I am just very tired of being myself, and I am going to take your advice, and try how I like being plain Mr. Dash. To be Duke of Sale is a dead bore!"

"I am aware. Did I so advise you? My father will want my head on a charger!"

"Last night. I have made a start already, for I have been doing all manner of things that I never did before. A man I met in the City took me for a Johnny Raw. And I think he was right: I am shockingly green! But I shall soon learn. I am going out of town, you know."

"So I had supposed. Does that infamous bundle contain your raiment?"

"Yes, and such a work as I had to get it away without Nettlebed's seeing it! Gideon, I think perhaps Nettlebed may seek me here. Do, pray, assure him that I am safe, and keep them all from flying into some absurd pucker!"

"You may rely on me, Adolphus,—if not to do quite what you would wish—at least to afford your retinue no clue whatsoever to your whereabouts. In fact, I shall deny all knowledge of you."

"Poor Nettlebed!" said Gilly. "I fear he will be in despair. I offended him this morning, and left him quite out of charity with me. I suppose it is a great deal too bad of me to put him in a fright, but I can't bear it any longer, Gideon! They treat me as though I were a child, or an imbecile! I cannot move a step without one or other of them running to call my carriage, or hand me my gloves, or ask me when I mean to return! Yes, yes, I know what you will say! But I cannot do it! I
have
made the attempt, but the devil of it is I can't but remember how Borrowdale used to give me sugar-plums when I was in disgrace, and how dear, good Chigwell told my uncle it was he who broke the window in the Red Drawing-room, and how Nettlebed has nursed me whenever I have been ill—oh, and a hundred other things of the kind!"

Gideon's crooked smile flickered. "Very well. So, since you cannot bring yourself to tell them that you are a man, and can fend for yourself, you mean to show them that it is so. Is that it?"

"I suppose it is. That is, I didn't think of it, but perhaps it may answer! I only thought how much I wished to be free! But I own if the chance had not offered I should still be talking fustian about being blue-devilled, and making not the least push to assert myself! I must be the dullest, most spiritless dog alive!"

"Oh, without doubt!" agreed Gideon. "But has this humdrum age suddenly offered you adventure, Adolphus? I had not believed it to be possible!"

"A very small adventure!" the Duke said, laughing. "I have found something to do for myself, and perhaps I can do it, and perhaps I cannot, but at all events I mean to try. And for once in my life I am going to see how it would be not to be a Duke, with servants puffing off my consequence wherever I go, and toad-eaters agreeing with every ill-considered word I utter, and inn-keepers bowing till their noses touch their knees, and the common world saying nothing but Yes, your Grace! and No, your Grace! and As your Grace pleases! Do you think I shall make a sad botch of it?"

"No, my little one, I think you have a very good understanding, and will manage tolerably well for yourself, but whether you will enjoy the experience of having none to wait on you is another matter," grinned Gideon. "It won't harm you, however: you have been kept well-wrapped in lamb's-wool for too long. I hope you will have very exciting adventures, and slay a great many giants and dragons. I wish I might see you!"

"Oh, no, that would never do!" Gilly said, shaking his head. "You would think me very slow in killing my dragon, and soon fall out of patience with me, and end by pushing me out of the way, and slaying the beast yourself!" He added with a gleam of humour: "And I have a melancholy suspicion that if I had you within call I shouldn't take the trouble to think of anything for myself. Oh, I am sure I should wait for you to tell me what I must do next, for that is always what I used to do, and habits, you know, are damnably hard to break! And you are a very peremptory, autocratic, and overbearing fellow, Gideon!"

"Alas! Shall you give me a sharp set-down when you come back from your adventure?"

"Very likely," said Gilly, putting his empty glass down.

Wragby came into the room to set the dishes on the table. His master told him that he need not wait, and the Duke said, as he took his seat: "How snug this is! Shall I carve this bird? I can, you know! My uncle says a man should know how to carve anything that is set before him. I can shoe a horse, too. Now, why do you suppose he should have thought I must learn such a thing as that? He is the strangest creature! How angry he will be with me when he hears what I have been about! It makes me shake like a blancmanger only to think of it."

"Amongst the many odd fancies that come into my head, Adolphus," said his cousin dryly, "is the fancy—I have often been conscious of it!—that in spite of your meekness you do
not
shake like a blancmanger before my father!"

"No, of course I don't: he is a great deal too kind to me. But I do not like it when he storms at me, and arguing gives me the headache. I always try to slip away, and being so small and unremarkable I can in general manage to do so," said the Duke serenely.

Gideon smiled. "Your elusive ways are well known to me. And, by God, it is just what you are doing, now I come to think of it! Don't try to gammon me with your hints of adventures to be embarked on! You are merely slipping away to rather more purpose than usual. What lying story have you fobbed your devoted servants off with?"

The Duke looked up with rather a guilty twinkle in his eyes. "Well, to tell you the truth, I haven't," he confessed. "You cannot slip away unobserved if you tell people you mean to go!"

"Gilly, for God's sake—! Have you left them without a word?" exclaimed Gideon.

The Duke nodded. For a moment Gideon sat staring at him with knit brows. Then he burst out laughing. "It's the maddest quirk I ever heard tell of, and who—
who
would have guessed that you had it in you to do it?" he said. "Adolphus, I no longer despair of you! You will undoubtedly set your whole household by the ears, from my father down to your lowliest footman, and it will do them a great deal of good! Don't come back too soon! Let them learn their lesson past fear of forgetting it: you may then enjoy some peace hereafter. Fill up your glass! We'll have a toast to your emancipation. No daylights, no heel-taps!"

Then Duke obeyed, and pushed the bottle across the table. "No, we shall drink to the adventures of Mr. Dash!" he said.

"Anything you please!" grinned his cousin, and tossed off his wine with a flourish.

The Duke followed suit. As he lowered his glass, the ring on his finger caught his eye. He drew it off. "Keep that for me!" he said, handing it to Gideon. "It quite ruins my disguise!"

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The Duke did not enjoy a very restful night's repose in his room at the Saracen's Head. The feather-bed upon which he twisted and turned seemed to be composed largely of lumps; and no one else in the inn appeared to go to bed at all. The noise in the tap-room went on until far into the night; doors banged; footsteps clumped down the passages; and an occasional clatter suggested that kitchenmaids enjoyed no respite from their labours. He was also very much too hot, the bed being piled high with blankets, and having been warmed for him by a chambermaid who was directed to take up a warming-pan for the Quality in No. 27 as soon as he arrived in his hackney from Albany.

He had remained with his cousin until an advanced hour, and was consequently tired when he reached the inn. If he had owned the truth to himself, which he resolutely refused to do, he would not have been ill-pleased to have found Nettlebed awaiting him, ready to have unpacked his valise, pulled off his boots, and poured out hot water for him to wash his face and hands in. His bedchamber, which was small, and rather stuffy, seemed oddly friendless when he entered it, and was lit by only one candle, which was set down on the dressing-table by the boots who escorted him upstairs. Had Nettlebed been with him, he would have found his familiar belongings already laid out for him, his own sheets upon the bed, and—but had Nettlebed been with him he would not, of course, have been staying at an inn of this class, but at some posting-house which despised stage-coach travellers, and catered only for the Nobility and Gentry. The Duke firmly banished Nettlebed from his mind, and put himself to bed.

It naturally did not occur to him that he must ask to be called in the morning, but fortunately the boots took his measure, and suggested to him that he should state the hour at which he would wish to have a jug of shaving-water brought up to him. In the event, he underestimated the time it would take him to shave, dress himself, and pack his valise, and it was consequently in a somewhat flurried and breathless state that he ran down to the coffee-room to partake of a hasty breakfast. As he had forgotten to set his top-boots outside his door, these had not been cleaned, and looked, to his fastidious eye, very dull and dusty. But when he came out of the coffee-room into the yard, he found that amongst the many irrelevant persons assembled there was a shoe-black, of whose services he instantly availed himself.

While this individual laboured upon his boots, he had leisure to observe the activities going on around him, and was so much entertained that any regrets he might have had that he had embarked on such an impulsive adventure left him.

The Highflyer, upon which he was to travel, had been dragged into the yard, and was being loaded with all manner of baggage. All the heavy cases were hoisted on to the roof, and the Duke's eyes widened as corded trunk after corded trunk was piled up, until it seemed as though the coach could scarcely escape an overturn at the first bend in the road, so top-heavy had it become. While this was going forward, several persons were assisting the guard to stow into the boot all manner of smaller packages, including the Duke's valise. When this was full, all the articles which still littered the yard, such as a basket of fish, several bandboxes, and some parcels done up in paper, were lashed to the hind axle-tree, or to the lamp-irons.

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