"To think you should be away this night of all others, Mr. Austin! Have you heard what has happened to the master?"
"No. What?" exclaimed Austin, his fears taking alarm.
"He fell down in a fit, over at the village where he went; and they brought him home, a-frightening us two and the missis almost into fits ourselves. Oh, Master Austin!" she concluded, bursting into tears, "the doctors don"t think he"ll live till morning. Poor dear old master!"
Austin, half paralysed at the news, stood for a moment against the wall inside the hall. "Can I go and see him?" he presently asked.
"Oh, you may go," was the answer; "the mistress has been asking for you, and nothing rouses _him_. It"s a heavy blow; but it has its side of brightness. G.o.d never sends a blow but he sends mercy with it."
"What is the mercy--the brightness?" Austin waited to ask, thinking she must allude to some symptom of hope. Sarah put her shrivelled old arm on his in solemnity, as she answered it.
"He was fit to be taken. He had lived for the next world while he was living in this. And those that do, Master Austin, never need shrink from sudden death."
CHAPTER II.
CHANGES.
To reflect upon the change death makes, even in the petty every-day affairs of life, must always impart a certain awe to the thoughtful mind. On the Easter Monday, spoken of in the last chapter, Richard Thornimett, his men, his contracts, and his business in progress, were all part of the life, the work, the bustle of the town of Ketterford.
In a few weeks from that time, Richard Thornimett--who had not lived to see the morning light after his attack--was mouldering in the churchyard; and the business, the workshops, the artisans, all save the dwelling-house, which Mrs. Thornimett retained for herself, had pa.s.sed into other hands. The name, Richard Thornimett, as one of the citizens of Ketterford, had ceased to be: all things were changed.
Mrs. Thornimett"s friends and acquaintances had a.s.sembled to tender counsel, after the fashion of busybodies of the world. Some recommended her to continue the business; some, to give it up; some, to take in a gentleman as partner; some, to pay a handsome salary to an efficient manager. Mrs. Thornimett listened politely to all, without the least intention of acting upon anybody"s opinion but her own. Her mind had been made up from the first. Mr. Thornimett had died fairly well off, and everything was left to her--half of the money to be hers for life, and then to go to different relatives; the other half was bequeathed to her absolutely, and was at her own disposal. Rumours were rife in the town, that, when things came to be realized, she would have about twelve thousand pounds in money, besides other property.
But before making known her decision abroad, she spoke to Austin Clay.
They were sitting together one evening when she entered upon the subject, breaking the silence that reigned with some abruptness.
"Austin, I shall dispose of the business; everything as it stands. And the goodwill."
"Shall you?" he exclaimed, taken by surprise, and his voice betraying a curious disappointment.
Mrs. Thornimett nodded in answer.
"I would have done my best to carry it on for you, Mrs. Thornimett. The foreman is a man of experience; one we may trust."
"I do not doubt you, Austin; and I do not doubt him. You have got your head on your shoulders the right way, and you would be faithful and true. So well do I think of your abilities, that, were you in a position to pay down only half the purchase-money, I would give you the refusal of the business, and I am certain success would attend you. But you are not; so that is out of the question."
"Quite out of the question," a.s.sented Austin. "If ever I get a business of my own, it must be by working for it. Have you quite resolved upon giving it up?"
"So far resolved, that the negotiations are already half concluded,"
replied Mrs. Thornimett. "What should I, a lone woman, do with an extensive business? When poor widows are left badly off, they are obliged to work; but I possess more money than I shall know how to spend. Why should I worry out my hours and days trying to ama.s.s more? It would not be seemly. Rolt and Ransom wish to purchase it."
Austin lifted his head with a quick movement. He did not like Rolt and Ransom.
"The only difference we have in the matter, is this: that I wish them to take you on, Austin, and they think they shall find no room for you.
Were you a common workman, it would be another thing, they say."
"Do not allow that to be a difference any longer, Mrs. Thornimett," he cried, somewhat eagerly. "I should not care to be under Rolt and Ransom.
If they offered me a place to-morrow, and _carte blanche_ as to pay, I do not think I could bring myself to take it."
"Why?" asked Mrs. Thornimett, in surprise.
"Well, they are no favourites of mine. I know nothing against them, except that they are hard men--grinders; but somehow I have always felt a prejudice against that firm. We do have our likes and dislikes, you are well aware. Young Rolt is prominent in the business, too, and I am sure there"s no love lost between him and me; we should be at daggers drawn. No, I should not serve Rolt and Ransom. If they succeed to your business, I think I shall go to London and try my fortune there."
Mrs. Thornimett pushed back her widow"s cap, to which her head had never yet been able to get reconciled--something like Austin with regard to Rolt and Ransom. "London would not be a good place for you, Austin. It is full of pitfalls for young men."
"So are other places," said Austin, laughingly, "if young men choose to step into them. I shall make my way, Mrs. Thornimett, never fear. I am thorough master of my business in all its branches, higher and lower as you know, and I am not afraid of putting my own shoulder to the wheel, if there"s necessity for it. As to pitfalls--if I do stumble in the dark into any, I"ll manage to scramble out again; but I will try and take care not to step into them wilfully. Had you continued the business, of course I would have remained with you; otherwise, I should like to go to London."
"You can be better trusted, both as to capabilities and steadiness, than some could at your age," deliberated Mrs. Thornimett. "But they are wrong notions that you young men pick up with regard to London. I believe there"s not one of you but thinks its streets are sprinkled with diamonds."
"_I_ don"t," said Austin. "And while G.o.d gives me hands and brains to work with, I would rather earn my diamonds, than stoop to pick them up in idleness."
Mrs. Thornimett paused. She settled her spectacles more firmly on her eyes, turned them full on Austin, and spoke sharply.
"Were you disappointed when you heard the poor master"s will read?"
Austin, in return, turned his eyes upon her, and opened them to their utmost width in his surprise. "Disappointed! No. Why should I be?"
"Did it never occur to you to think, or to expect, that he might leave you something?"
"Never," earnestly replied Austin. "The thought never so much as crossed my mind. Mr. Thornimett had near relatives of his own--and so have you.
Who am I, that I should think to step in before them?"
"I wish people would mind their own business!" exclaimed the old lady, in a vexed tone. "I was gravely a.s.sured, Austin, that young Clay felt grievously ill-used at not being mentioned in the will."
"Did you believe it?" he rejoined.
"No, I did not."
"It is utterly untrue, Mrs. Thornimett, whoever said it. I never expected Mr. Thornimett to leave me anything; therefore, I could not have been disappointed at the will."
"The poor master knew I should not forget you, Austin; that is if you continue to be deserving. Some time or other, when my old bones are laid beside him, you may be the better for a trifle from me. Only a trifle, mind; we must be just before we are generous."
"Indeed, you are very kind," was Austin Clay"s reply; "but I should not wish you to enrich me at the expense of others who have greater claims."
And he fully meant what he said. "I have not the least fear of making my own way up the world"s ladder. Do you happen to know anything of the London firm, Hunter and Hunter?"
"Only by reputation," said Mrs. Thornimett.
"I shall apply to them, if I go to London. They would interest themselves for me, perhaps."
"You"d be sure to do well if you could get in there. But why should they help you more than any other firm would?"
"There"s nothing like trying," replied Austin, too conscious of the evasive character of his reply. He was candour itself; but he feared to speak of the circ.u.mstances under which he had met Mr. Henry Hunter, lest Miss Gwinn should find out it was to him he had gone, and so track Mr. Henry Hunter home. Austin deemed that it was no business of his to help her to find Mr. Hunter, whether he was or not the _bete noire_ of whom she had spoken. He might have told of the encounter at the time, but for the home calamity that supervened upon it; that drove away other topics. Neither had he mentioned it at the Lowland farm. For all Miss Gwinn"s violence, he felt pity for her, and could not expose the woman.
"A first-rate firm, that of Hunter and Hunter," remarked Mrs.
Thornimett. "Your credentials will be good also, Austin."