Penny Dreadful Multipack Vol. 1 (Illustrated. Annotated. 'Wagner The Wehr-Wolf,' 'Varney The Vampire,' 'The Mysteries of London Vol. 1' + Bonus Features) (Penny Dreadful Multipacks) (89 page)

THE CONFERENCE BETWEEN THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW, AND THE ALARM.

Meanwhile
Charles Holland had taken his uncle by the arm, and led him into a private
room.

"Dear
uncle," he said, "be seated, and I will explain everything without
reserve."

"Seated!—nonsense!
I'll walk about," said the admiral. "D—n me! I've no patience to be
seated, and very seldom had or have. Go on now, you young scamp."

"Well—well;
you abuse me, but I am quite sure, had you been in my situation, you would have
acted precisely as I have done."

"No,
I shouldn't."

"Well,
but, uncle—"

"Don't
think to come over me by calling me uncle. Hark you, Charles—from this moment I
won't be your uncle any more."

"Very
well, sir."

"It
ain't very well. And how dare you, you buccaneer, call me sir, eh? I say, how
dare you?"

"I
will call you anything you like."

"But
I won't be called anything I like. You might as well call me at once Morgan,
the Pirate, for he was called anything he liked. Hilloa, sir! how dare you
laugh, eh? I'll teach you to laugh at me. I wish I had you on board ship—that's
all, you young rascal. I'd soon teach you to laugh at your superior officer, I
would."

"Oh,
uncle, I did not laugh at you."

"What
did you laugh at, then?"

"At
the joke."

"Joke.
D—n me, there was no joke at all!"

"Oh,
very good."

"And
it ain't very good."

Charles
knew very well that, this sort of humour, in which was the old admiral, would
soon pass away, and then that he would listen to him comfortably enough; so he
would not allow the least exhibition of petulance or mere impatience to escape
himself, but contented himself by waiting until the ebullition of feeling
fairly worked itself out.

"Well,
well," at length said the old man, "you have dragged me here, into a
very small and a very dull room, under pretence of having something to tell me,
and I have heard nothing yet."

"Then
I will now tell you," said Charles. "I fell in love—"

"Bah!"

"With
Flora Bannerworth, abroad; she is not only the most beautiful of created
beings—"

"Bah!"

"But
her mind is of the highest order of intelligence, honour, candour, and all
amiable feelings—"

"Bah!"

"Really,
uncle, if you say 'Bah!' to everything, I cannot go on."

"And
what the deuce difference, sir, does it make to you, whether I say 'Bah!' or
not?"

"Well,
I love her. She came to England, and, as I could not exist, but was getting
ill, and should, no doubt, have died if I had not done so, I came to
England."

"But
d——e, I want to know about the mermaid."

"The
vampyre, you mean, sir?"

"Well,
well, the vampyre."

"Then,
uncle, all I can tell you is, that it is supposed a vampyre came one night and
inflicted a wound upon Flora's neck with his teeth, and that he is still
endeavouring to renew his horrible existence from the young, pure blood that
flows through her veins."

"The
devil he is!"

"Yes.
I am bewildered, I must confess, by the mass of circumstances that have
combined to give the affair a horrible truthfulness. Poor Flora is much injured
in health and spirits; and when I came home, she, at once, implored me to give
her up, and think of her no more, for she could not think of allowing me to
unite my fate with hers, under such circumstances."

"She
did?"

"Such
were her words, uncle. She implored me—she used that word, 'implore'—to fly
from her, to leave her to her fate, to endeavour to find happiness with some
one else."

"Well?"

"But
I saw her heart was breaking."

"What
o' that?"

"Much
of that, uncle. I told her that when I deserted her in the hour of misfortune
that I hoped Heaven would desert me. I told her that if her happiness was
wrecked, to cling yet to me, and that with what power and what strength God had
given me, I would stand between her and all ill."

"And
what then?"

"She—she
fell upon my breast and wept and blessed me. Could I desert her—could I say to
her, 'My dear girl, when you were full of health and beauty, I loved you, but
now that sadness is at your heart I leave you?' Could I tell her that, uncle,
and yet call myself a man?"

"No!"
roared the old admiral, in a voice that made the room echo again; "and I
tell you what, if you had done so, d—n you, you puppy, I'd have braced you,
and—and married the girl myself. I would, d——e, but I would."

"Dear
uncle!"

"Don't
dear me, sir. Talk of deserting a girl when the signal of distress, in the
shape of a tear, is in her eye!"

"But
I—"

"You
are a wretch—a confounded lubberly boy—a swab—a d——d bad grampus."

"You
mistake, uncle."

"No,
I don't. God bless you, Charles, you shall have her—if a whole ship's crew of
vampyres said no, you shall have her. Let me see her—just let me see her."

The
admiral gave his lips a vigorous wipe with his sleeve, and Charles said
hastily,—

"My
dear uncle, you will recollect that Miss Bannerworth is quite a young
lady."

"I
suppose she is."

"Well,
then, for God's sake, don't attempt to kiss her."

"Not
kiss her! d——e, they like it. Not kiss her, because she's a young lady! D——e,
do you think I'd kiss a corporal of marines?"

"No,
uncle; but you know young ladies are very delicate."

"And
ain't I delicate—shiver my timbers, ain't I delicate? Where is she? that's what
I want to know."

"Then
you approve of what I have done?"

"You
are a young scamp, but you have got some of the old admiral's family blood in
you, so don't take any credit for acting like an honest man—you couldn't help
it."

"But
if I had not so acted," said Charles, with a smile, "what would have
become of the family blood, then?"

"What's
that to you? I would have disowned you, because that very thing would have
convinced me you were an impostor, and did not belong to the family at
all."

"Well,
that would have been one way of getting over the difficulty."

"No
difficulty at all. The man who deserts the good ship that carries him through
the waves, or the girl that trusts her heart to him, ought to be chopped up
into meat for wild monkeys."

"Well,
I think so to."

"Of
course you do."

"Why,
of course?"

"Because
it's so d——d reasonable that, being a nephew of mine, you can't possibly help
it."

"Bravo,
uncle! I had no idea you were so argumentative."

"Hadn't
you, spooney; you'd be an ornament to the gun-room, you would; but where's the
'young lady' who is so infernal delicate—where is she, I say?"

"I
will fetch her, uncle."

"Ah,
do; I'll be bound, now, she's one of the right build—a good figure-head, and
don't make too much stern-way."

"Well,
well, whatever you do, now don't pay her any compliments, for your efforts in
that line are of such a very doubtful order, that I shall dread to hear
you."

"You
be off, and mind your own business; I haven't been at sea forty years without
picking up some out-and-out delicate compliments to say to a young lady."

"But
do you really imagine, now, that the deck of a man-of-war is a nice place to
pick up courtly compliments in?"

"Of
course I do. There you hear the best of language, d——e! You don't know what you
are talking about, you fellows that have stuck on shore all your lives; it's we
seamen who learn life."

"Well,
well—hark!"

"What's
that?"

"A
cry—did you not hear a cry?"

"A
signal of distress, by G—d!"

In
their efforts to leave the room, the uncle and nephew for about a minute
actually blocked up the door-way, but the superior bulk of the admiral
prevailed, and after nearly squeezing poor Charles flat, he got out first.

But
this did not avail him, for he knew not where to go. Now, the second scream
which Flora had uttered when the vampyre had clasped her waist came upon their
ears, and, as they were outside the room, it acted well as a guide in which
direction to come.

Charles
fancied correctly enough at once that it proceeded from the room which was
called "Flora's own room," and thitherward accordingly he dashed at
tremendous speed.

Henry,
however, happened to be nearer at hand, and, moreover, he did not hesitate a
moment, because he knew that Flora was in her own room; so he reached it first,
and Charles saw him rush in a few moments before he could reach the room.

The
difference of time, however, was very slight, and Henry had only just raised
Flora from the floor as Charles appeared.

"God
of Heaven!" cried the latter, "what has happened?"

"I
know not," said Henry; "as God is my judge, I know not. Flora, Flora,
speak to us! Flora! Flora!"

"She
has fainted!" cried Charles. "Some water may restore her. Oh, Henry,
Henry, is not this horrible?"

"Courage!
courage!" said Henry although his voice betrayed what a terrible state of
anxiety he was himself in; "you will find water in that decanter, Charles.
Here is my mother, too! Another visit! God help us!"

Mrs.
Bannerworth sat down on the edge of the sofa which was in the room, and could
only wring her hands and weep.

"Avast!"
cried the admiral, making his appearance. "Where's the enemy, lads?"

"Uncle,"
said Charles, "uncle, uncle, the vampyre has been here again—the dreadful
vampyre!"

"D—n
me, and he's gone, too, and carried half the window with him. Look there!"

It
was literally true; the window, which was a long latticed one, was smashed
through.

"Help!
oh, help!" said Flora, as the water that was dashed in her face began to
recover her.

"You
are safe!" cried Henry, "you are safe!"

"Flora,"
said Charles; "you know my voice, dear Flora? Look up, and you will see
there are none here but those who love you."

Flora
opened her eyes timidly as the said,—

"Has
it gone?"

"Yes,
yes, dear," said Charles. "Look around you; here are none but true
friends."

"And
tried friends, my dear," said Admiral Bell, "excepting me; and
whenever you like to try me, afloat or ashore, d—n me, shew me Old Nick
himself, and I won't shrink—yard arm and yard arm—grapnel to grapnel—pitch pots
and grenades!"

"This
is my uncle, Flora," said Charles.

"I
thank you, sir," said Flora, faintly.

"All
right!" whispered the admiral to Charles; "what a figure-head, to be
sure! Poll at Swansea would have made just about four of her, but she wasn't so
delicate, d—n me!"

"I
should think not."

"You
are right for once in a way, Charley."

"What
was it that alarmed you?" said Charles, tenderly, as he now took one of
Flora's hands in his.

"Varney—Varney,
the vampyre."

"Varney!"
exclaimed Henry; "Varney here!"

"Yes,
he came in at that door: and when I screamed, I suppose—for I hardly was
conscious—he darted out through the window."

"This,"
said Henry, "is beyond all human patience. By Heaven! I cannot and will
not endure it."

"It
shall be my quarrel," said Charles; "I shall go at once and defy him.
He shall meet me."

"Oh,
no, no, no," said Flora, as she clung convulsively to Charles. "No,
no; there is a better way."

"What
way?"

"The
place has become full of terrors. Let us leave it. Let him, as he wishes, have
it."

"Let
 
him
 
have it?"

"Yes,
yes. God knows, if it purchase an immunity from these visits, we may well be
overjoyed. Remember that we have ample reason to believe him more than human.
Why should you allow yourselves to risk a personal encounter with such a man,
who might be glad to kill you that he might have an opportunity of replenishing
his own hideous existence from your best heart's blood?"

The
young men looked aghast.

"Besides,"
added Flora, "you cannot tell what dreadful powers of mischief he may
have, against which human courage might be of no avail."