The Laughing Cavalier Baroness Orczy (bill gates books recommendations txt) 📖

is right,” now said Diogenes firmly, “the life which we helped to save, we must not allow to be frittered away. I talked of stockings, girl,” he added lightly, “but I see thy feet are bare⁠ ⁠… Brrr! I freeze when I look at thee.⁠ ⁠…”

“For a quarter guilder father and I could find a lodging.⁠ ⁠…”

“But Dondersteen!” he exclaimed, “did I not tell thee that I have not one kreutzer in my wallet, and unless my friends can help thee.⁠ ⁠…”

“Diogenes thou speakest trash,” interposed Pythagoras softly.

“We must both starve of cold this night,” moaned the woman in despair.

“Nay ye shall not!” said Diogenes with sudden decision. “There is a room in this very house which has been paid for three nights in advance. Go to it, wench, ’tis at the very top of the stairs, crawl thither as fast as thou canst, dragging thy ramshackle parent in thy wake. What ho there!” he shouted at the top of his ringing voice, “what ho my worthy landlord! What ho!”

And with his powerful fists he began pounding against the panels of the door which swung loosely under the heavy blows.

Stoutenburg and Beresteyn drew yet a little nearer: they were more deeply interested than ever in all that was going on outside this squalid lodging house.

The three philosophers were making a sufficiency of noise to wake half the street and within a very few minutes they succeeded in their purpose. Through one or two of the narrow frames overhead heads appeared enveloped in shawls or cloaks, and anon the landlord of the house came shuffling down the passage, carrying a lighted, guttering taper.

The two silent watchers could not see this man, but they could hear him grumbling and scolding audibly in short jerky sentences which he appeared to throw somewhat tentatively at his rowdy lodger.

“Late hour of the night,” they heard him muttering. “New Year’s morning⁠ ⁠… Respectable house⁠ ⁠… noise to attract the town guard.⁠ ⁠…”

“Hadst thou turned out of thy bed sooner, O well-beloved lord of this abode of peace,” said Diogenes cheerily, “there would have been less noise outside its portals. Had I not loved thee as I do, I would not have wakened thee from thy sleep, but would have acted in accordance with my rights and without bringing to thy ken a matter which would vastly have astonished thee in the morning.”

The man continued to mutter, more impatiently this time:

“New Year’s morning⁠ ⁠… respectable citizen⁠ ⁠… work to do in the morning⁠ ⁠… undesirable lodgers.⁠ ⁠…”

“All lodgers are desirable who pay for their lodging, O wise landlord,” continued Diogenes imperturbably, “I have paid thee for mine, for three nights from this day and I herewith desire thee to place my palatial residence at the disposal of this jongejuffrouw and of mynheer her father.”

The man’s mutterings became still more distinct.

“Baggage⁠ ⁠… how do I know?⁠ ⁠… not bound to receive them.⁠ ⁠…”

“Nay! but thou art a liar, Master Landlord,” quoth Diogenes still speaking quite pleasantly, “for the lodgings being mine, I have the right to receive in them anybody whom I choose. Therefore now do I give thee the option, either to show my guests straightway and with meticulous politeness into my room, or to taste the power and weight of my boot in the small of thy back and the hardness of my sword-hilt across thy shoulders.”

This time the man’s mutterings became inaudible. Nicolaes Beresteyn and Stoutenburg could only guess what was passing in the narrow corridor of the house opposite. The one moment there was a heartrending howl, which suggested that the landlord’s obduracy had lasted a few moments too long for the impatient temper of a philosopher; but the howl was not repeated and soon Diogenes’ clear voice rang out lustily again:

“There! I knew that gentle persuasion would prevail. Dearly beloved landlord, now I pray thee guide the jongejuffrouw and mynheer her father to my sleeping chamber. It is at thy disposal, wench, for three nights,” he added airily, “make the most of it; and if thou hast aught to complain of my friend the landlord, let me know. I am always to be found at certain hours of the day within the congenial four walls of the Lame Cow. Good night then and pleasant dreams.”

What went on after that the watchers could, of course, not see. The wench and the old man had disappeared inside the house, where, if they had a spark of gratitude in them, they would undoubtedly be kneeling even now at the feet of their whimsical benefactor.

The next moment the interested spectators of this stirring little scene beheld the three philosophers once more standing together at the corner of the street under the feebly flickering lamp and the slowly falling snow; the door of the lodging-house had been slammed to behind them and the muffled heads had disappeared from out the framework of the windows above.

“And now, perhaps you will tell us what you are going to do,” said Pythagoras in flute-like tones.

“There is not a bed vacant in the dormitory where I sleep,” said Socrates.

“Nor would I desire to sleep in one of those kennels fit only for dogs which I cannot imagine how you both can stomach,” quoth Diogenes lightly; “the close proximity of Pythagoras and yourself and of all those who are most like you in the world would chase pleasing sleep from mine eyelids. I prefer the Canal.”

“You cannot sleep out of doors in this h⁠⸺⁠l of a cold night,” growled Socrates.

“And I cannot go back to the Lame Cow for I have not a kreutzer left in my wallet wherewith to pay for a sip.”

“Then what the d⁠⸺⁠l are you going to do?” reiterated Pythagoras plaintively.

“I have a friend,” said Diogenes after a slight pause.

“Hm?” was the somewhat dubious comment on this fairly simple statement.

“He will give me breakfast early in the morning.”

“Hm!”

“ ’Tis but a few hours to spend in lonely communion with nature.”

“Hm!”

“The cathedral clock has struck three, at seven my good Hals will ply me with