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invited him to come out to Marcoā€™s Sunday, and dine with us. Marco was appalled, and held his breath; and when the grandee accepted, he was so grateful that he almost forgot to be astonished at the condescension.

Marcoā€™s joy was exuberantā€”but only for a moment; then he grew thoughtful, then sad; and when he heard me tell Dowley I should have Dickon, the boss mason, and Smug, the boss wheelwright, out there, too, the coal-dust on his face turned to chalk, and he lost his grip.  But I knew what was the matter with him; it was the expense.  He saw ruin before him; he judged that his financial days were numbered.  However, on our way to invite the others, I said:

ā€œYou must allow me to have these friends come; and you must also allow me to pay the costs.ā€

His face cleared, and he said with spirit:

ā€œBut not all of it, not all of it.  Ye cannot well bear a burden like to this alone.ā€

I stopped him, and said:

ā€œNow letā€™s understand each other on the spot, old friend.  I am only a farm bailiff, it is true; but I am not poor, nevertheless. I have been very fortunate this yearā€”you would be astonished to know how I have thriven.  I tell you the honest truth when I say I could squander away as many as a dozen feasts like this and never care that for the expense!ā€ and I snapped my fingers.  I could see myself rise a foot at a time in Marcoā€™s estimation, and when I fetched out those last words I was become a very tower for style and altitude.  "So you see, you must let me have my way.  You canā€™t contribute a cent to this orgy, thatā€™s settled .ā€

ā€œItā€™s grand and good of youā€”ā€

ā€œNo, it isnā€™t.  Youā€™ve opened your house to Jones and me in the most generous way; Jones was remarking upon it to-day, just before you came back from the village; for although he wouldnā€™t be likely to say such a thing to youā€”because Jones isnā€™t a talker, and is diffident in societyā€”he has a good heart and a grateful, and knows how to appreciate it when he is well treated; yes, you and your wife have been very hospitable toward usā€”ā€





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ā€œAh, brother, ā€™tis nothingā€”such hospitality!ā€

ā€œBut it is something; the best a man has, freely given, is always something, and is as good as a prince can do, and ranks right along beside itā€”for even a prince can but do his best.  And so weā€™ll shop around and get up this layout now, and donā€™t you worry about the expense.  Iā€™m one of the worst spendthrifts that ever was born.  Why, do you know, sometimes in a single week I spendā€”but never mind about thatā€”youā€™d never believe it anyway.ā€

And so we went gadding along, dropping in here and there, pricing things, and gossiping with the shopkeepers about the riot, and now and then running across pathetic reminders of it, in the persons of shunned and tearful and houseless remnants of families whose homes had been taken from them and their parents butchered or hanged. The raiment of Marco and his wife was of coarse tow-linen and linsey-woolsey respectively, and resembled township maps, it being made up pretty exclusively of patches which had been added, township by township, in the course of five or six years, until hardly a handā€™s-breadth of the original garments was surviving and present. Now I wanted to fit these people out with new suits, on account of that swell company, and I didnā€™t know just how to get at itā€”with delicacy, until at last it struck me that as I had already been liberal in inventing wordy gratitude for the king, it would be just the thing to back it up with evidence of a substantial sort; so I said:

ā€œAnd Marco, thereā€™s another thing which you must permitā€”out of kindness for Jonesā€”because you wouldnā€™t want to offend him. He was very anxious to testify his appreciation in some way, but he is so diffident he couldnā€™t venture it himself, and so he begged me to buy some little things and give them to you and Dame Phyllis and let him pay for them without your ever knowing they came from himā€”you know how a delicate person feels about that sort of thingā€”and so I said I would, and we would keep mum.  Well, his idea was, a new outfit of clothes for you bothā€”ā€

ā€œOh, it is wastefulness!  It may not be, brother, it may not be. Consider the vastness of the sumā€”ā€

ā€œHang the vastness of the sum!  Try to keep quiet for a moment, and see how it would seem; a body canā€™t get in a word edgeways, you talk so much.  You ought to cure that, Marco; it isnā€™t good form, you know, and it will grow on you if you donā€™t check it. Yes, weā€™ll step in here now and price this manā€™s stuffā€”and donā€™t forget to remember to not let on to Jones that you know he had anything to do with it.  You canā€™t think how curiously sensitive and proud he is.  Heā€™s a farmerā€”pretty fairly well-to-do farmerā€”and Iā€™m his bailiff; butā€”the imagination of that man!  Why, sometimes when he forgets himself and gets to blowing off, youā€™d think he was one of the swells of the earth; and you might listen to him a hundred years and never take him for a farmerā€”especially if he talked agriculture.  He thinks heā€™s a Sheol of a farmer; thinks heā€™s old Grayback from Wayback; but between you and me privately he donā€™t know as much about farming as he does about running a kingdomā€”still, whatever he talks about, you want to drop your underjaw and listen, the same as if you had never heard such incredible wisdom in all your life before, and were afraid you might die before you got enough of it.  That will please Jones.ā€

It tickled Marco to the marrow to hear about such an odd character; but it also prepared him for accidents; and in my experience when you travel with a king who is letting on to be something else and canā€™t remember it more than about half the time, you canā€™t take too many precautions.

This was the best store we had come across yet; it had everything in it, in small quantities, from anvils and drygoods all the way down to fish and pinchbeck jewelry.  I concluded I would bunch my whole invoice right here, and not go pricing around any more. So I got rid of Marco, by sending him off to invite the mason and the wheelwright, which left the field free to me.  For I never care to do a thing in a quiet way; itā€™s got to be theatrical or I donā€™t take any interest in it.  I showed up money enough, in a careless way, to corral the shopkeeperā€™s respect, and then I wrote down a list of the things I wanted, and handed it to him to see if he could read it.  He could, and was proud to show that he could. He said he had been educated by a priest, and could both read and write.  He ran it through, and remarked with satisfaction that it was a pretty heavy bill.  Well, and so it was, for a little concern like that.  I was not only providing a swell dinner, but some odds and ends of extras.  I ordered that the things be carted out and delivered at the dwelling of Marco, the son of Marco, by Saturday evening, and send me the bill at dinner-time Sunday. He said I could depend upon his promptness and exactitude, it was the rule of the house.  He also observed that he would throw in a couple of miller-guns for the Marcos gratisā€”that everybody was using them now.  He had a mighty opinion of that clever device.  I said:

ā€œAnd please fill them up to the middle mark, too; and add that to the bill.ā€

He would, with pleasure.  He filled them, and I took them with me.  I couldnā€™t venture to tell him that the miller-gun was a little invention of my own, and that I had officially ordered that every shopkeeper in the kingdom keep them on hand and sell them at government priceā€”which was the merest trifle, and the shopkeeper got that, not the government.  We furnished them for nothing.

The king had hardly missed us when we got back at nightfall.  He had early dropped again into his dream of a grand invasion of Gaul with the whole strength of his kingdom at his back, and the afternoon had slipped away without his ever coming to himself again.







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CHAPTER XXXII







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DOWLEYā€™S HUMILIATION

Well, when that cargo arrived toward sunset, Saturday afternoon, I had my hands full to keep the Marcos from fainting.  They were sure Jones and I were ruined past help, and they blamed themselves as accessories to this bankruptcy.  You see, in addition to the dinner-materials, which called for a sufficiently round sum, I had bought a lot of extras for the future comfort of the family: for instance, a big lot of wheat, a delicacy as rare to the tables of their class as was ice-cream to a hermitā€™s; also a sizeable deal dinner-table; also two entire pounds of salt, which was another piece of extravagance in those peopleā€™s eyes; also crockery, stools, the clothes, a small cask of beer, and so on.  I instructed the Marcos to keep quiet about this sumptuousness, so as to give me a chance to surprise the guests and show off a little.  Concerning the new clothes, the simple couple were like children; they were up and down, all night, to see if it wasnā€™t nearly daylight, so that they could put them on, and they were into them at last as much as an hour before dawn was due.  Then their pleasureā€”not to say deliriumā€”was so fresh and novel and inspiring that the sight of it paid me well for the interruptions which my sleep had suffered. The king had slept just as usualā€”like the dead.  The Marcos could not thank him for their clothes, that being forbidden; but they tried every way they could think of to make him see how grateful they were.  Which all went for nothing:  he didnā€™t notice any change.

It turned out to be one of those rich and rare fall days which is just a June day toned down to a degree where it is heaven to be out of doors.  Toward noon the guests arrived, and we assembled under a great tree and were soon as sociable as old acquaintances. Even the kingā€™s reserve melted a little, though it was some little trouble to him to adjust himself to the name of Jones along at first.  I had asked him to try to not forget that he was a farmer; but I had also considered it prudent to ask him to let the thing stand at that, and not elaborate it any.  Because he was just the kind of person you could depend on to spoil a little thing like that if you didnā€™t warn him, his tongue was so handy, and his spirit so willing, and his information so uncertain.





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Dowley was in fine feather, and I early got him started, and then adroitly worked him around onto his own history for a text and himself for a hero, and then it was good to sit there and hear him hum.  Self-made man, you know.  They know how to talk.  They do deserve more credit than any other breed of men, yes, that is true; and they are among the very first to find it out, too.  He told how he had begun life an orphan lad without money and without friends able to help him; how he had lived as the slaves of the meanest master

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