"As my valet," nodded Barnabas.
"But, sir, I told you—I was—a thief!"
"Yes," said Barnabas, "and therefore I have great hopes of your future honesty."
Now hereupon the man, still staring, rose up to his knees, and with a swift, appealing gesture, stretched out his hands towards Barnabas, and his hands were trembling all at once.
"Sir!" said he, "oh, sir—d'ye mean it? You don't know, you can't know what such an offer means to me. Sir, you're not jesting with me?"
"No," answered Barnabas, calmly serious of eye, "no, I'm not jesting; and to prove it, here is an advance of wages." And he dropped two guineas into the man's open palm.
The man stared down at the coins in his hand, then rose abruptly to his feet and turned away, and when he spoke again his voice was hoarse.
"Sir," said he, jerkily, "for such trust I would thank you, only words are too poor. But if, as I think, it is your desire to enter the World of Fashion, it becomes my duty, as an honest man, to tell you that all your efforts, all your money, would be unavailing, even though you had been introduced by Barrymore, or Hanger, or Vibart, or Brummell himself."
"Ah," said Barnabas, "and why?"
"Because you have made a fatal beginning."
"How?"
"By knocking down the Prince's friend and favorite—Sir Mortimer
Carnaby."
CHAPTER XVII
IN WHICH BARNABAS PARTS COMPANY WITH THE PERSON OF QUALITY
For a long moment the two remained silent, each staring at the other, Barnabas still seated in the ditch and the man standing before him, with the coins clutched in his hand.
"Ah!" said Barnabas, at last, "then you were in the wood?"
"I lay hidden behind a bush, and watched you do it, sir."
"And what were you doing in Annersley Wood?"
"I bore a message, sir, for the lady."
"Ah!" said Barnabas, "the lady—yes."
"Who lay watching you, also."
"No," said Barnabas, "the lady was unconscious."
"Yet recovered sufficiently to adjust her habit, and to watch you knock him down."
"Hum!" said Barnabas, and was silent a while. "Have you heard such a name as Chichester?" he inquired suddenly.
"No, sir."
"And did you deliver the letter?"
"I did, sir."
"And she—sent back an answer?"
"Yes, sir."
"The gentleman who sent the letter was tall and slender, I think, with dark hair, and a scar on his cheek?"
"Yes, sir."
"And when you came back with her answer, he met you down the lane yonder, and I heard you say that the lady had no time to write."
"Yes, sir; but she promised to meet him at a place called Oakshott's
Barn."
"Ah!" said Barnabas, "I think I know it."
"At sunset, sir!"
"That would be somewhere about half past seven," mused Barnabas, staring blankly, down at the book on his knee.
"Yes, sir."
"How came you to be carrying his letter?"
