Jonathan Barrett Gentleman Vampire (10 page)

“I hope this is no imposition,” said Oliver. “That is, us turning up on the doorstep like peddlers?”

“My dear fellow, I am delighted you’ve come,” Warburton said, righting the turban and himself. He fell wearily into a chair. “The truth is something’s happened and if I don’t tell someone, I’m certain to burst.”

Oliver threw me an amused glance to assure me his friend’s somewhat theatrical attitude was normal. “What has happened? You’re looking a bit done in.”

“Really? I feel wonderful.”

“Not some calamity, I hope?”

“Hardly that. It’s truly the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.”

My cousin now gave me a quick wink, which Tony missed, for he stared wistfully at the ceiling. “If it is good news, then by all means, please share it.”

“The greatest news possible for any man.” He tugged absently at his indifferently knotted neckcloth. “Oliver, my best friend, the best of all my friends, I’m in love!”

Oliver clasped his hands around one knee, pursed his lips, and leaned forward with polite interest. “What? Again?”

CHAPTER FIVE

Tony was oblivious to his friend’s skepticism.

“This is well and truly real love,” he continued. “This is what I’ve awaited my whole life. Until last night all my existence has been a wasteland, a wilderness of nothing, a desert. . ..”

He went on like that for quite some time until Oliver managed to get in another question.

“Who is this girl?”

“She’s not a girl; she’s a fairy princess come from
A Midsummer Night’s
what-you-call-it. No, she’s more than that; she is a goddess. She makes all other women look like . . . like. . . “

“Mortals, I suppose. What’s her name, Tony?”

“Nora. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s like some rare flower on a moonlit hill side. Oh, wait ’til you meet her and you’ll see what I mean. My words fall utterly short of the reality.”

Oliver doggedly went on. “Nora who?”

“Jones. Miss Nora Jones.”

The name was still unfamiliar to Oliver. “She sounds wonderful. Where does she trade?”

Tony snapped his head ’round, full of outrage. “Good God, man! She’s a respectable
lady
. How dare you?”

Oliver made an about-face of his own toward true contrition. “I do beg your pardon, I’m sure. I had no idea. My most humble apologies, to you, to her. and to her family. Who are they, anyway?”

Tony settled back and after a moment’s consideration, accepted the apology “The Jones family, I suppose.”

“From Wales, are they?”

“France, actually.”

“France? How can someone named Jones be from France?”

“Obviously they’re not, you great fool—she’s just
come
from France! Been living abroad for her health and only recently returned to London.”

“How did you meet her?”

“Robert—that’s Robert Smollett”— he said as an aside to me— “had a musical evening on last night and she was one of the guests. She was there with his sister and Miss Glad and Miss Bolyn and all that crowd. She stood out like a rose in a field of weeds. She’s the most beautiful, the brightest, the most graceful creature I ever had the fortune to clap eyes upon.”

“She must be something if she can eclipse Charlotte Bolyn,” said Oliver. “But we shall have to see for ourselves to make sure your praises haven’t been overly influenced by the strength of your feelings.”

Tony smiled with patronizing confidence. “Of course, of course. Seeing is believing with you. But I can promise that you will not be disappointed. The Bolyns are giving a party of their own tonight and I’ve been invited, which means you can both come with me. It’s in honor of some foreign composer who’s gotten to be favorite in the more fashionable circles, but if we’re lucky, we won’t have to waste any time on him. Think you can come?”

“Given the chance to prepare. My cousin may need a bit of help. His clothes have been crammed into a sea chest for the last couple of months and—”

“Oh, that’s nothing. I’ll have Crispin look over the lot and dust everything off for you.”

“Dust was hardly my concern, Mr. Warburton, considering that I was on board a ship the whole time,” I put in.

Tony waved away my reservations. “Just leave it all to Crispin. You’re in the hands of an expert. He never lets me out the door unless I look respectable. I only got away with this costume because he was busy with you two. You must both forgive me, I was up very late last night.”

We protested that we were not in the least offended, then he lapsed into more praise about Nora Jones.

“I’m going to marry her, Oliver. I mean it. I’m quite serious this time, so stop laughing. Those other girls were a fool’s whim, a passing fancy This is the real and true thing. I know I even dreamed about her last night. Thought she was right there in my room, so I shall have to marry her to save her reputation. For God’s sake, don’t you dare repeat that to anyone. The gossips in this town would turn a beautiful dream into a ditch of night soil given half a chance.”

“And just how beautiful was this dream?” asked Oliver, unable to suppress a grin.

Tony’s pale skin reddened. “None of your damned business, sir! I wish I’d never mentioned it. What are you here for, anyway, besides to distract me from joyful thoughts of my one true love?”

Oliver told him about our celebrations last night and the need to recover away from his mother’s disapproving eye.

“Can’t blame you for that,” said Tony. “It’s just as well my parents and the rest of the family are away at Bath taking the waters. Lord have mercy, I can hardly wait to take my examines this year. As soon as I set up a practice, I’m getting my own place. I might even be able to take Crispin along, if I can persuade him. He’s a terribly superior sort, y’know. Might think it beneath himself to leave this household for another, even if it is mine. Servants!” he concluded with a shake of his head.

Oliver commiserated; I said nothing. Jericho could easily have come with me, but was convinced that if he left, his place in the house might be filled by another servant more suitable to my mother than myself, despite Father’s promise to the contrary.

Jericho and I had discussed the subject seriously and thoroughly and had concluded that he would be happier left at home. Though I respected his wishes, I could not be accused of being content myself with the outcome. I missed his company keenly.

It was for the best, though, for I realized he would look after Elizabeth in my absence and had left him a sufficient amount of money to post letters to me at regular intervals. I had charged him to send reports of all the other news that my sister might be unaware of or ignore from lack of interest. He knew how to read and write for I had taught him, having followed Rapelji’s example that a lesson is more thoroughly learned when one teaches it to another. However, Jericho and I had long ago decided never to speak of it, for many people thought it dangerous to educate slaves, and his busy life might be unpleasantly complicated by their disapproval. Father was in on the secret, though, and, of course, Elizabeth. They would put his letters in with theirs.

I wondered and hoped that they were all right and enjoying good health. That one hope and many, many nebulous worries about them returned sharply to mind, along with a familiar ache to my heart: homesickness.

“Why such a long face, cousin?” Oliver asked.

“I feel like ‘a stranger in a strange land,’ ” I replied mournfully.

“Eh?”

“He means he’s a long way from home,” explained Tony. “What we need is something to occupy the time until this evening. I was going to go someplace today, but I’m damned if I can remember where. Crispin!”

His shout brought the butler and a quick question got a quick response.

“You are to visit Bedlam today, sir,” he said.

“Bedlam? Are you sure?”

“Your ticket for entry is on the hall table, sir.”

Oliver was all interest. “Really? That would be a treat.”

Tony was dubious. “You think so?”

“Oh, yes. You know how fascinated I am in such things.” He turned to me. “You used to be able to get in whenever you pleased, but the governors of the hospital shut that down. It’s a shame too, because they were bringing in a good six hundred a year from the admissions. Now one has to have special permission and a signed pass. Not everyone can get it, you know. This is a wonderful bit of luck.”

“For you, perhaps,” said Tony. “I don’t feel I’m up to it, even if it is for the furtherance of my education. Why don’t you go in my place, then tell me about it later? I don’t share your passion for studying lunatics.”

“Surely you won’t want to miss this opportunity?”

“Surely I do. I have other ways to entertain myself; I’m sure of it.”

“This is hardly for base entertainment, Tony. I’ll be going there to learn something.”

His friend burst into laughter. “Oh, the things I could say to that.”

Oliver scowled. “What things? What?”

“Nothing and everything. You’re better than a thousand tonics, my dear fellow. You two go on to Bedlam and get all the education you want, but please, leave me to rest up here. After the excitement of meeting sweet, lovely Nora, I still feel quite drained and need to recover. I want to be at my best tonight.”

Oliver’s scowl vanished. “If you’re certain.”

“Yes. I shall do nothing more strenuous today than compose some sonnet, an inadequate tribute to her beauty.”

That ultimately decided things for Oliver. He pulled out a great gold watch. “Very well. We’ve plenty of time, perhaps we can even take in Vauxhall, too.”

Tony held up a cautioning finger. “But I thought you wanted to remain sober?”

“Damn. Yes, you’re right. We’d better stay away from there ’til later.”

“Come back at six and I’ll have my barber scrape your chins.”

We took our leave of Tony Warburton, redeemed our hats and walking sticks from a footman, then sent him off to secure a couple of sedan chairs for us.

“I think it’s worked out for the best for him not to come,” Oliver remarked as we waited outside. “When he’s in this kind of a humor, he’s likely to try out lines of his poem on us.”

“He’s such a bad poet?”

“Don’t ask me to judge that. One and all, my friends assure me that I can’t tell the difference between Shakespeare and popular doggerel.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It occurred to me what bad idea it is to enter Bedlam with a lovesick fool who’s sure to disrupt things by lapsing into verses about his wife-to-be whenever the fancy takes him. We might never get him out again.”

The chairs arrived, and I listened closely while Oliver haggled over the price with the men. The only way to cease being a stranger in this land was to learn how things were run and the minutiae of local customs. Since I would be living here for at least four years, it was to my best advantage to keep my eyes and ears open at all times.

This resolve, I was to find out, was somewhat restricted once I got into my sedan chair. Though it had two large windows on either side, the view was much more limited than the one I’d enjoyed on the pony cart. Owing to my natural height, my head nearly brushed the roof and frequently did so as the bearers bounced along their way. We passed by other chairs with more top room, something necessary to the ladies within who wished to preserve the state of their hair. I noticed that the leather ceiling of my own bore oily evidence that more than one woman had been here before, leaving behind a dark stain mingled with white flecks where the lard and rice flour had rubbed off.

“Have a care, sir!” one of the bearers warned when I leaned too far out a window to catch a glimpse of the myriad sights we passed. My enthusiasm was an endangerment to their balance. Having no wish to crash face first into the filthy cobbles, I forced myself to keep still and resolved to engage some other means of travel for the return trip. Anything, up to and including being pushed along in a barrow, would be considered. Confined like this and cut off from conversation with Oliver, the hundreds of questions popping into my head with each new sight had to go unanswered. There being so many, I regretfully knew I’d never remember them all later, for surely they would be replaced by others.

At least I was spared the grime of the streets and shaded from the sun, but despite these advantages, the ride was long and wearisome. If not for the guiding presence of my cousin I should also have been quite lost, for I had no idea where we were or where we had come from. Though the bearers might have little trouble navigating to and fro through the crowds steaming around us, I would not have been able to find my way back to Warburton’s unaided.

Though our destination was a hospital for lunatics, it turned out to be a pleasant and restful sight; I’d expected something much smaller and uglier than the building before us. Vast and long, three stories high, with tall towers marking the corner turning of each wing and the tallest of all in the center, Bedlam, once known as the hospital of Bethlehem, looked as fair as any edifice I had so far seen in this great city. We stood at the beginning of a wide lane leading directly to the central entrance from the street. On either side, a simple white fence enclosed sections of the front grounds, protecting the perfectly spaced trees within. If one grew tired of observing the inmates, this wholesome patch of greenery would serve to soothe the eye.

There were few people about, though the quiet air carried an odd note to it that I did not immediately identify. As we drew closer to the entry, it increased and became more varied until I finally identified it as the drone of human voices. Drone would serve for want of a better word, for it frequently broke off into high laughter or outright screaming. The hair on my head began to rise, and for the first time I questioned my cousin’s wisdom in bringing me.

Unaware of my misgivings, he presented his ticket to the proper authority and after a delay that only increased my unease, we were assigned a guide to take us around. Though Oliver was a medical student, I was not, but no query against my being here was ever raised. Oliver said the right things and asked intelligent questions, while I nodded and imitated his manner so as to not arouse suspicion. In truth, I need not have gone to such trouble. On the one hand, no one was too curious about us, on the other, after five minutes, I would not at all have minded being expelled.