Natt"s face broadened into a superior smile, which seemed to desire his gratuitous informant to tell him something he didn"t know. This unspoken request was about to be gratified.
"Dusta ken who came down last?"
Natt waved his hand in silent censure of so much unnecessary zeal, and pa.s.sed on.
Promptly as the clock struck eight, the London train drew up at the station, and a minute afterward Paul Ritson came out. "Here he be, of course," thought Natt.
Paul was in great spirits. His face wore the brightest smile, and his voice had the cheeriest ring. His clothes, seen by the lamp, looked a little draggled and dirty.
He swung himself into the trap, took the driver"s seat and the reins and rattled along with cheerful talk.
It was months since Natt had witnessed such an access of geniality on Paul"s part.
"Too good to be true," thought Natt, who, in his own wise way, was silently making a study in histrionics.
"Anything fresh while I"ve been away?" asked Paul.
"Humph!" said Natt.
"Nothing new? n.o.body"s cow calved? The mare not lost her hindmost shoe--nothing?" asked Paul, and laughed.
"I know no more nor you," said Natt, in a grumpy tone.
Paul looked at him and laughed again. Not to-night were good spirits like his to be quenched by a servant"s ill humor.
They drove some distance without speaking, the silence being broken only by Paul"s coaxing appeals to the old mare to quicken the pace that was carrying him to somebody who was waiting at the vicarage.
Natt recovered from his natural dudgeon at an attempt to play upon him, and began to feel the humor of the situation. It was good sport, after all--this little trick of Master Paul. And the best of it was that n.o.body saw through it but Natt himself. Natt began to t.i.tter and look up significantly out of his sleepy eyes into Paul"s face. Paul glanced back with a look of bewilderment; but of course that was only a part of the game.
"Keep it up," thought Natt; "how we are doing "em!"
The landscape lying south was a valley, with a double gable of mountains at the top; the mill stood on a knoll two miles further up, and on any night but the darkest its black outlines could be dimly seen against the sky that crept down between these fells. There was no moon visible, but the moon"s light was behind the clouds.
"What has happened to the mill?" said Paul, catching sight of the dismantled ma.s.s in the distance.
"Nowt since Sat.u.r.day neet, as I"ve heard on," said Natt.
"And what happened then?"
"Oh, nowt, nowt--I"s warrant not," said Natt, with a gurgling t.i.tter.
Paul looked perplexed. Natt had been drinking, nothing surer.
"Why, lad, the wheel is gone--look!"
"I"ll not say but it is. We know all about that, we do!"
Paul glanced down again. Liquor got into the brains of some folk, but it had gone into Natt"s face. With what an idiotic grin he was looking into one"s eyes!
But Paul"s heart was full of happiness. His bosom"s lord sat lightly on its throne. Natt"s face was excruciatingly ridiculous, and Paul laughed at the sight of it. Then Natt laughed, and they both laughed together, each at, neither with, the other. "I don"t know nothing, I don"t. Oh, no!" chuckled Natt, inwardly. Once he made the remark aloud.
When they came to the vicarage Paul drew up, threw the reins to Natt, and got down.
"Don"t wait for me," he said; "drive home."
Natt drove as far homeward as the Flying Horse, and then turned in there for a crack, leaving the trap in the road. Before he left the inn, a discovery yet more astounding, if somewhat less amusing, was made by his swift and subtle intellect.
CHAPTER XII.
An itinerant mendicant preacher had walked through the valley that day, and when night fell in he had gravitated to the parson"s door.
"Seeing the sun low," he said, "and knowing it a long way to Keswick, and I not being able to abide the night air, but sure to catch a cold, I came straight to your house."
Like other guests of high degree, the shoeless being made a virtue of accepting hospitality.
"Come in, brother, and welcome," said Parson Christian; and that night the wayfarer lodged at the vicarage. He was a poor, straggle-headed creature, with a broken brain as well as a broken purse, but he had the warm seat at the ingle.
Greta heard Paul"s step on the path and ran to meet him.
"Paul, Paul! thank G.o.d you are here at last!"
Her manner was warm and impulsive to seriousness, but Paul was in no humor to make nice distinctions.
Parson Christian rose from his seat before the fire and shook hands with feeling and gravity.
"Right glad to see you, good lad," he said. "This is Brother Jolly," he added, "a fellow-soldier of the cross, who has suffered sore for neglecting Solomon"s injunction against suretyship."
Paul took the flaccid hand of the fellow-soldier, and then drew Greta aside into the recess of the square window.
"It"s all settled," he said, eagerly; "I saw my father"s old friend, and agreed to go out to his sheep runs as steward, with the prospect of farming for myself in two years" time. I have been busy, I can tell you.
Only listen. On Monday I saw the good old gentleman--he"s living in London now, and he won"t go back to Victoria, he tells me--wants to lay his bones where they were got, he says--funny old dog, rather--says he remembers my father when he wasn"t as solemn as a parish clerk on Ash Wednesday. Well, on Monday I saw the old fellow, and settled terms and things--liberal old chap, too, if he has got a hawk beak--regular Shylock, you know. Well--where was I? Oh, of course--then on Tuesday I took out our berths--yours, mother"s, and mine--the ship is called the "Ballarat"--queer name--a fine sea-boat, though--she leaves the London docks next Wednesday--"
"Next Wednesday?" said Greta, absently, and with little interest in her tone.
"Yes, a week to-day--sails at three prompt--pilot comes on at a quarter to--everybody aboard at twelve. But it didn"t take quite four-and-twenty hours to book the berths, and the rest of the day I spent at a lawyer"s office. Can"t stomach that breed, somehow; they seem to get all the clover--maybe it"s because they"re a drift of sheep with tin cans about their necks, and can never take a nibble without all the world knowing.
Ha! ha! I wish I"d thought of that when I saw old Shylock."
Paul was rattling on with a glib tongue, and eyes that danced to the blithe step of an emanc.i.p.ated heart.
In the slumberous fire-light the parson and the itinerant preacher talked together of the dust and noise in the great world outside these sleepy mountains.
Greta drew back into the half-light of the window recess, too greedy of Paul"s good spirits to check them.
"Yes, I went to the lawyer"s office," he continued, "and drew out a power of attorney in Hugh"s name, and now he can do what he likes with the Ghyll, just as if it were his own. Much luck to him, say I, and some bowels, too, please G.o.d! But that"s not all--not half. This morning--ah, now, you wise little woman, who always pretend to know so much more than other folks, tell me what I did in London before leaving it this morning?"