Then the news spread like the wind, apparently, that the man who had beaten the great Forister was arrived in good health at the inn. There were murmurs, and a great deal of attention, and many eyes. I suddenly caught myself swaggering somewhat. It is hard to be a famous person and not show a great swollen chicken-breast to the people. They are disappointed if you do not strut and step high. "Show me to a chamber," said I splendidly. The servants bowed their foreheads to the floor.
But the great hubbub over the Earl's loss continued without abatement. Gentlemen clanked down in their spurs; there was much talk of dragoons; the tumult was extraordinary. Upstairs the landlord led me past the door of a kind of drawing-room. I glanced within and saw the Earl of Westport gesturing and declaiming to a company of gentlemen. He was propped up in a great armchair.
"And why would he be waving his hands that way?" said I to two servants who stood without.
"His lordship has lost many valuable papers at the hands of a miscreant, sir," answered one.
Is it so?" said I. "Well, then, I would see his lordship."
But here this valet stiffened. "No doubt but what his lordship would be happy to see you, sir," he answered slowly. "Unfortunately, however, he has forbidden me to present strangers to his presence."
"I have very important news. Do not be an idiot," said I. "Announce me. The O'Ruddy."
"The O'Ruggy?" said he.
"The O'Ruddy," said I.
"The O'Rudgy?" said he.
