He began setting in order the litter scattered about him on the cabin table and on the floor. But it seemed as if fate had decided that his friend"s personal possessions should fall into his hands that morning, employ them where he might. One among the first objects which he took up was Allan"s tobacco jar, with the stopper missing, and with a letter (which appeared by the bulk of it to contain inclosures) crumpled into the mouth of the jar in the stopper"s place.
"Did you know that you had put this here?" he asked. "Is the letter of any importance?"
Allan recognized it instantly. It was the first of the little series of letters which had followed the cruising party to the Isle of Man--the letter which young Armadale had briefly referred to as bringing him "more worries from those everlasting lawyers," and had then dismissed from further notice as recklessly as usual.
"This is what comes of being particularly careful," said Allan; "here is an instance of my extreme thoughtfulness. You may not think it but I put the letter there on purpose. Every time I went to the jar, you know, I was sure to see the letter; and every time I saw the letter, I was sure to say to myself, "This must be answered." There"s nothing to laugh at; it was a perfectly sensible arrangement, if I could only have remembered where I put the jar. Suppose I tie a knot in my pocket-handkerchief this time? You have a wonderful memory, my dear fellow. Perhaps you"ll remind me in the course of the day, in case I forget the knot next."
Midwinter saw his first chance, since Mr. Brock"s departure, of usefully filling Mr. Brock"s place.
"Here is your writing-case," he said; "why not answer the letter at once? If you put it away again, you may forget it again."
"Very true," returned Allan. "But the worst of it is, I can"t quite make up my mind what answer to write. I want a word of advice. Come and sit down here, and I"ll tell you all about it."
With his loud boyish laugh--echoed by Midwinter, who caught the infection of his gayety--he swept a heap of miscellaneous inc.u.mbrances off the cabin sofa, and made room for his friend and himself to take their places. In the high flow of youthful spirits, the two sat down to their trifling consultation over a letter lost in a tobacco jar. It was a memorable moment to both of them, lightly as they thought of it at the time. Before they had risen again from their places, they had taken the first irrevocable step together on the dark and tortuous road of their future lives.
Reduced to plain facts, the question on which Allan now required his friend"s advice may be stated as follows:
While the various arrangements connected with the succession to Thorpe Ambrose were in progress of settlement, and while the new possessor of the estate was still in London, a question had necessarily arisen relating to the person who should be appointed to manage the property.
The steward employed by the Blanchard family had written, without loss of time, to offer his services. Although a perfectly competent and trustworthy man, he failed to find favor in the eyes of the new proprietor. Acting, as usual, on his first impulses, and resolved, at all hazards, to install Midwinter as a permanent inmate at Thorpe Ambrose, Allan had determined that the steward"s place was the place exactly fitted for his friend, for the simple reason that it would necessarily oblige his friend to live with him on the estate. He had accordingly written to decline the proposal made to him without consulting Mr. Brock, whose disapproval he had good reason to fear; and without telling Midwinter, who would probably (if a chance were allowed him of choosing) have declined taking a situation which his previous training had by no means fitted him to fill.
Further correspondence had followed this decision, and had raised two new difficulties which looked a little embarra.s.sing on the face of them, but which Allan, with the a.s.sistance of his lawyer, easily contrived to solve. The first difficulty, of examining the outgoing steward"s books, was settled by sending a professional accountant to Thorpe Ambrose; and the second difficulty, of putting the steward"s empty cottage to some profitable use (Allan"s plans for his friend comprehending Midwinter"s residence under his own roof), was met by placing the cottage on the list of an active house agent in the neighboring county town. In this state the arrangements had been left when Allan quitted London. He had heard and thought nothing more of the matter, until a letter from his lawyers had followed him to the Isle of Man, inclosing two proposals to occupy the cottage, both received on the same day, and requesting to hear, at his earliest convenience, which of the two he was prepared to accept.
Finding himself, after having conveniently forgotten the subject for some days past, placed face to face once more with the necessity for decision, Allan now put the two proposals into his friend"s hands, and, after a rambling explanation of the circ.u.mstances of the case, requested to be favored with a word of advice. Instead of examining the proposals, Midwinter unceremoniously put them aside, and asked the two very natural and very awkward questions of who the new steward was to be, and why he was to live in Allan"s house?
"I"ll tell you who, and I"ll tell you why, when we get to Thorpe Ambrose," said Allan. "In the meantime we"ll call the steward X. Y. Z., and we"ll say he lives with me, because I"m devilish sharp, and I mean to keep him under my own eye. You needn"t look surprised. I know the man thoroughly well; he requires a good deal of management. If I offered him the steward"s place beforehand, his modesty would get in his way, and he would say "No." If I pitch him into it neck and crop, without a word of warning and with n.o.body at hand to relieve him of the situation, he"ll have nothing for it but to consult my interests, and say "Yes." X. Y. Z.
is not at all a bad fellow, I can tell you. You"ll see him when we go to Thorpe Ambrose; and I rather think you and he will get on uncommonly well together."
The humorous twinkle in Allan"s eye, the sly significance in Allan"s voice, would have betrayed his secret to a prosperous man. Midwinter was as far from suspecting it as the carpenters who were at work above them on the deck of the yacht.
"Is there no steward now on the estate?" he asked, his face showing plainly that he was far from feeling satisfied with Allan"s answer. "Is the business neglected all this time?"
"Nothing of the sort!" returned Allan. "The business is going with "a wet sheet and a flowing sea, and a wind that follows free." I"m not joking; I"m only metaphorical. A regular accountant has poked his nose into the books, and a steady-going lawyer"s clerk attends at the office once a week. That doesn"t look like neglect, does it? Leave the new steward alone for the present, and just tell me which of those two tenants you would take, if you were in my place."
Midwinter opened the proposals, and read them attentively.
The first proposal was from no less a person than the solicitor at Thorpe Ambrose, who had first informed Allan at Paris of the large fortune that had fallen into his hands. This gentleman wrote personally to say that he had long admired the cottage, which was charmingly situated within the limits of the Thorpe Ambrose grounds. He was a bachelor, of studious habits, desirous of retiring to a country seclusion after the wear and tear of his business hours; and he ventured to say that Mr. Armadale, in accepting him as a tenant, might count on securing an un.o.btrusive neighbor, and on putting the cottage into responsible and careful hands.
The second proposal came through the house agent, and proceeded from a total stranger. The tenant who offered for the cottage, in this case, was a retired officer in the army--one Major Milroy. His family merely consisted of an invalid wife and an only child--a young lady. His references were unexceptionable; and he, too, was especially anxious to secure the cottage, as the perfect quiet of the situation was exactly what was required by Mrs. Milroy in her feeble state of health.
"Well, which profession shall I favor?" asked Allan. "The army or the law?"
"There seems to me to be no doubt about it," said Midwinter. "The lawyer has been already in correspondence with you; and the lawyer"s claim is, therefore, the claim to be preferred."
"I knew you would say that. In all the thousands of times I have asked other people for advice, I never yet got the advice I wanted. Here"s this business of letting the cottage as an instance. I"m all on the other side myself. I want to have the major."
"Why?"
Young Armadale laid his forefinger on that part of the agent"s letter which enumerated Major Milroy"s family, and which contained the three words--"a young lady."
"A bachelor of studious habits walking about my grounds," said Allan, "is not an interesting object; a young lady is. I have not the least doubt Miss Milroy is a charming girl. Ozias Midwinter of the serious countenance! think of her pretty muslin dress flitting about among your trees and committing trespa.s.ses on your property; think of her adorable feet trotting into your fruit-garden, and her delicious fresh lips kissing your ripe peaches; think of her dimpled hands among your early violets, and her little cream-colored nose buried in your blush-roses.
What does the studious bachelor offer me in exchange for the loss of all this? He offers me a rheumatic brown object in gaiters and a wig. No!
no! Justice is good, my dear friend; but, believe me, Miss Milroy is better."
"Can you be serious about any mortal thing, Allan?"
"I"ll try to be, if you like. I know I ought to take the lawyer; but what can I do if the major"s daughter keeps running in my head?"
Midwinter returned resolutely to the just and sensible view of the matter, and pressed it on his friend"s attention with all the persuasion of which he was master. After listening with exemplary patience until he had done, Allan swept a supplementary acc.u.mulation of litter off the cabin table, and produced from his waistcoat pocket a half-crown coin.
"I"ve got an entirely new idea," he said. "Let"s leave it to chance."
The absurdity of the proposal--as coming from a landlord--was irresistible. Midwinter"s gravity deserted him.
"I"ll spin," continued Allan, "and you shall call. We must give precedence to the army, of course; so we"ll say Heads, the major; Tails, the lawyer. One spin to decide. Now, then, look out!"
He spun the half-crown on the cabin table.
"Tails!" cried Midwinter, humoring what he believed to be one of Allan"s boyish jokes.
The coin fell on the table with the Head uppermost.
"You don"t mean to say you are really in earnest!" said Midwinter, as the other opened his writing-case and dipped his pen in the ink.
"Oh, but I am, though!" replied Allan. "Chance is on my side, and Miss Milroy"s; and you"re outvoted, two to one. It"s no use arguing. The major has fallen uppermost, and the major shall have the cottage. I won"t leave it to the lawyers; they"ll only be worrying me with more letters. I"ll write myself."
He wrote his answers to the two proposals, literally in two minutes. One to the house agent: "Dear sir, I accept Major Milroy"s offer; let him come in when he pleases. Yours truly, Allan Armadale." And one to the lawyer: "Dear sir, I regret that circ.u.mstances prevent me from accepting your proposal. Yours truly," etc. "People make a fuss about letter-writing," Allan remarked, when he had done. "_I_ find it easy enough."
He wrote the addresses on his two notes, and stamped them for the post, whistling gayly. While he had been writing, he had not noticed how his friend was occupied. When he had done, it struck him that a sudden silence had fallen on the cabin; and, looking up, he observed that Midwinter"s whole attention was strangely concentrated on the half crown as it lay head uppermost on the table. Allan suspended his whistling in astonishment.
"What on earth are you doing?" he asked.
"I was only wondering," replied Midwinter.
"What about?" persisted Allan.
"I was wondering," said the other, handing him back the half-crown, "whether there is such a thing as chance."
Half an hour later the two notes were posted; and Allan, whose close superintendence of the repairs of the yacht had hitherto allowed him but little leisure time on sh.o.r.e, had proposed to while away the idle hours by taking a walk in Castletown. Even Midwinter"s nervous anxiety to deserve Mr. Brock"s confidence in him could detect nothing objectionable in this harmless proposal, and the young men set forth together to see what they could make of the metropolis of the Isle of Man.
It is doubtful if there is a place on the habitable globe which, regarded as a sight-seeing investment offering itself to the spare attention of strangers, yields so small a percentage of interest in return as Castletown. Beginning with the waterside, there was an inner harbor to see, with a drawbridge to let vessels through; an outer harbor, ending in a dwarf lighthouse; a view of a flat coast to the right, and a view of a flat coast to the left. In the central solitudes of the city, there was a squat gray building called "the castle"; also a memorial pillar dedicated to one Governor Smelt, with a flat top for a statue, and no statue standing on it; also a barrack, holding the half-company of soldiers allotted to the island, and exhibiting one spirit-broken sentry at its lonely door. The prevalent color of the town was faint gray. The few shops open were parted at frequent intervals by other shops closed and deserted in despair. The weary lounging of boatmen on sh.o.r.e was trebly weary here; the youth of the district smoked together in speechless depression under the lee of a dead wall; the ragged children said mechanically: "Give us a penny," and before the charitable hand could search the merciful pocket, lapsed away again in misanthropic doubt of the human nature they addressed. The silence of the grave overflowed the churchyard, and filled this miserable town. But one edifice, prosperous to look at, rose consolatory in the desolation of these dreadful streets. Frequented by the students of the neighboring "College of King William," this building was naturally dedicated to the uses of a pastry-cook"s shop. Here, at least (viewed through the friendly medium of the window), there was something going on for a stranger to see; for here, on high stools, the pupils of the college sat, with swinging legs and slowly moving jaws, and, hushed in the horrid stillness of Castletown, gorged their pastry gravely, in an atmosphere of awful silence.
"Hang me if I can look any longer at the boys and the tarts!" said Allan, dragging his friend away from the pastry-cook"s shop. "Let"s try if we can"t find something else to amuse us in the next street."
The first amusing object which the next street presented was a carver-and-gilder"s shop, expiring feebly in the last stage of commercial decay. The counter inside displayed nothing to view but the rec.u.mbent head of a boy, peacefully asleep in the unbroken solitude of the place. In the window were exhibited to the pa.s.sing stranger three forlorn little fly-spotted frames; a small posting-bill, dusty with long-continued neglect, announcing that the premises were to let; and one colored print, the last of a series ill.u.s.trating the horrors of drunkenness, on the fiercest temperance principles. The composition--representing an empty bottle of gin, an immensely s.p.a.cious garret, a perpendicular Scripture reader, and a horizontal expiring family--appealed to public favor, under the entirely un.o.bjectionable t.i.tle of "The Hand of Death." Allan"s resolution to extract amus.e.m.e.nt from Castletown by main force had resisted a great deal, but it failed him at this stage of the investigations. He suggested trying an excursion to some other place. Midwinter readily agreeing, they went back to the hotel to make inquiries.
Thanks to the mixed influence of Allan"s ready gift of familiarity, and total want of method in putting his questions, a perfect deluge of information flowed in on the two strangers, relating to every subject but the subject which had actually brought them to the hotel. They made various interesting discoveries in connection with the laws and const.i.tution of the Isle of Man, and the manners and customs of the natives. To Allan"s delight, the Manxmen spoke of England as of a well-known adjacent island, situated at a certain distance from the central empire of the Isle of Man. It was further revealed to the two Englishmen that this happy little nation rejoiced in laws of its own, publicly proclaimed once a year by the governor and the two head judges, grouped together on the top of an ancient mound, in fancy costumes appropriate to the occasion. Possessing this enviable inst.i.tution, the island added to it the inestimable blessing of a local parliament, called the House of Keys, an a.s.sembly far in advance of the other parliament belonging to the neighboring island, in this respect--that the members dispensed with the people, and solemnly elected each other.
With these and many more local particulars, extracted from all sorts and conditions of men in and about the hotel, Allan whiled away the weary time in his own essentially desultory manner, until the gossip died out of itself, and Midwinter (who had been speaking apart with the landlord) quietly recalled him to the matter in hand. The finest coast scenery in the island was said to be to the westward and the southward, and there was a fishing town in those regions called Port St. Mary, with a hotel at which travelers could sleep. If Allan"s impressions of Castletown still inclined him to try an excursion to some other place, he had only to say so, and a carriage would be produced immediately. Allan jumped at the proposal, and in ten minutes more he and Midwinter were on their way to the western wilds of the island.