The Luck of Barry Lyndon William Makepeace Thackeray (portable ebook reader .TXT) 📖

do), that I won the poor girl’s heart entirely, and, besides, made considerable progress in the German language under her instruction. Do not think me very cruel and heartless, ladies; this heart of Lischen’s was like many a town in the neighbourhood in which she dwelt, and had been stormed and occupied several times before I came to invest it; now mounting French colours, now green and yellow Saxon, now black and white Prussian, as the case may be. A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

The German surgeon who attended us after the departure of the English only condescended to pay our house a visit twice during my residence; and I took care, for a reason I had, to receive him in a darkened room, much to the annoyance of Mr. Fakenham, who lay there: but I said the light affected my eyes dreadfully since my blow on the head; and so I covered up my head with clothes when the doctor came, and told him that I was an Egyptian mummy, or talked to him some insane nonsense, in order to keep up my character.

“What is that nonsense you were talking about an Egyptian mummy, fellow?” asked Mr. Fakenham peevishly.

“Oh! you’ll know soon, sir,” said I.

The next time that I expected the doctor to come, instead of receiving him in a darkened room, with handkerchiefs muffled, I took care to be in the lower room, and was having a game at cards with Lischen as the surgeon entered. I had taken possession of a dressing-jacket of the lieutenant’s, and some other articles of his wardrobe, which fitted me pretty well; and, I flatter myself, was no ungentlemanlike figure.

“Good-morrow, Corporal,” said the doctor, rather gruffly, in reply to my smiling salute.

“Corporal! Lieutenant, if you please,” answered I, giving an arch look at Lischen, whom I had instructed in my plot.

“How lieutenant?” asked the surgeon. “I thought the lieutenant was⁠—”

“Upon my word, you do me great honour,” cried I, laughing; “you mistook me for the mad corporal upstairs. The fellow has once or twice pretended to be an officer, but my kind hostess here can answer which is which.”

“Yesterday he fancied he was Prince Ferdinand,” said Lischen; “the day you came he said he was an Egyptian mummy.”

“So he did,” said the doctor; “I remember; but, ha! ha! do you know, Lieutenant, I have in my notes made a mistake in you two?”

“Don’t talk to me about his malady; he is calm now.”

Lischen and I laughed at this error as at the most ridiculous thing in the world; and when the surgeon went up to examine his patient, I cautioned him not to talk to him about the subject of his malady, for he was in a very excited state.

The reader will be able to gather from the above conversation what my design really was. I was determined to escape, and to escape under the character of Lieutenant Fakenham; taking it from him to his face, as it were, and making use of it to meet my imperious necessity. It was forgery and robbery, if you like; for I took all his money and clothes⁠—I don’t care to conceal it; but the need was so urgent, that I would do so again: and I knew I could not effect my escape without his purse, as well as his name. Hence it became my duty to take possession of one and the other.

As the lieutenant lay still in bed upstairs, I did not hesitate at all about assuming his uniform, especially after taking care to inform myself from the doctor whether any men of ours who might know me were in the town. But there were none that I could hear of; and so I calmly took my walks with Madame Lischen, dressed in the lieutenant’s uniform, made inquiries as to a horse that I wanted to purchase, reported myself to the commandant of the place as Lieutenant Fakenham, of Gale’s English regiment of foot, convalescent, and was asked to dine with the officers of the Prussian regiment at a very sorry mess they had. How Fakenham would have stormed and raged, had he known the use I was making of his name!

Whenever that worthy used to inquire about his clothes, which he did with many oaths and curses that he would have me caned at the regiment for inattention, I, with a most respectful air, informed him that they were put away in perfect safety below; and, in fact, had them very neatly packed, and ready for the day when I proposed to depart. His papers and money, however, he kept under his pillow; and, as I had purchased a horse, it became necessary to pay for it.

At a certain hour, then, I ordered the animal to be brought round, when I would pay the dealer for him. (I shall pass over my adieux with my kind hostess, which were very tearful indeed). And then, making up my mind to the great action, walked upstairs to Fakenham’s room attired in his full regimentals, and with his hat cocked over my left eye.

“You gweat scoundwel!” said he, with a multiplicity of oaths; “you mutinous dog! what do you mean by dwessing yourself in my wegimentals? As sure as my name’s Fakenham, when we get back to the wegiment, I’ll have your soul cut out of your body.”

“I’m promoted, Lieutenant,” said I, with a sneer. “I’m come to take my leave of you;” and then going up to his bed, I said, “I intend to have your papers and purse.” With this I put my hand under his pillow; at which he gave a scream that might have called the whole garrison about my ears. “Hark ye, sir!” said I, “no more noise, or you are a dead man!” and taking a handkerchief, I bound it tight around his mouth so as well-nigh to throttle