"Oh, but I never DREAMT of such a thing, Richard! Jinny is a dear good girl and all that, but she is NOT John"s equal. And that he can even THINK of putting her in poor Emma"s place!--What shall I say to him?"
"Say nothing at all. Your brother John is not the man to put up with interference."
"He longs so for a real home again, Polly darling," said Jinny, wiping her eyes. "And HOW "appy it will make me to fulfil "is wish! Don"t let me feel unwelcome and an intruder, dear. I know I"m not nearly good enough for "im, and "e could "ave had the choice of ever such handsome women. But "e "as promised to be patient with me, and to teach me everything I ought to know."
Polly"s dismay at the turn of events yielded to a womanly sympathy with her friend. "It"s just like poor little Agnes and Mr. Henry over again," was her private thought. For she could not picture John stooping to guide and instruct.
But she had been touched on a tender spot--that of ambitious pride for those related to her--and she made what Mahony called "a real Turnham attempt" to stand up to John. Against her husband"s express advice.
"For if your brother chooses to contract a mesalliance of this kind, it"s n.o.body"s business but his own. Upon my word though, Polly, if you don"t take care, this house will get a bad name over the matches that are made in it. You had better have your spare room boarded up, my dear."
Mahony was feeling particularly rasped by John"s hoity-toity behaviour in this connection. Having been nursed back to health, John went about with his chin in the air, and hardly condescended to allude to his engagement--let alone talk it over with his relatives. So Mahony retired into himself--after all, the world of John"s mind was so dissimilar to his own that he did not even care to know what went on in it. "The fellow has been caught on the hop by a buxom form and a languishing eye," was how he dismissed the matter in thought.
"I raise my wife to my own station, Mary. And you will greatly oblige me by showing Jane every possible attention," was the only satisfaction Polly could get from John, made in his driest tone.
Before the engagement was a week old Tilly reappeared--she was to be married from their house on the hither side of Christmas. At first she was too full of herself and her own affairs to let either Polly or Jinny get a word in. Just to think of it! That old cabbage-grower, Devine, had gone and bought the block of land next the one Mr. O. was building on. She"d lay a bet he would put up a house the dead spit of theirs. Did ever anyone hear such cheek?
At the news that was broken to her, the first time she paused for breath, she let herself heavily down on a chair.
"Well, I"m blowed!" was all she could e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e. "Blowed!... that"s what I am."
But afterwards, when Jinny had left the room, she gave free play to a very real envy and regret. "In all my life I never did! Jinn to be Mrs.
John! ... and, as like as not, the Honourable Mrs. John before she"s done. Oh, Polly, my dear, why EVER didn"t I wait!"
On being presented to John, however, she became more reconciled to her lot. ""E"s got a temper, your brother has, or I"m very much mistaken.
It won"t be all beer and skittles for "er ladyship. For Jinn hasn"t a sc.r.a.p of s.p.u.n.k in "er, Polly. She got so mopey the last year or two, there was no doing anything with "er. Now it was just the other way round with me. No matter how black things looked, I always kept my p.e.c.k.e.r up. Poor ma used to say I grew more like her, every day."
And at a still later date: "No, Polly, my dear, I wouldn"t change places with the future Mrs. T. after all, thank you--not for Joseph! I SAY! she"ll need to mind her p"s and q"s." For Tilly had listened to John explaining to Jinny what he expected of her, what she might and might not do; and had watched Jinny sitting meekly by and saying yes to everything.
There was nothing in the way of the marriage; indeed, did it not take place immediately, Jinny would have to look about her for a situation of some kind; and, said John, that was nothing for HIS wife. His house stood empty; he was very much in love; and pressed for the naming of the day. So it was decided that Polly should accompany Jinny to lodgings in Melbourne, help her choose her trousseau and engage servants. Afterwards there would be a quiet wedding--by reason of Jinny"s mourning--at which Richard, if he could possibly contrive to leave his patients, would give the bride away. Polly was to remain in John"s house while the happy couple were on honeymoon, to look after the servants. This arrangement would also make the break less hard for the child. Trotty was still blissfully unconscious of what had befallen her. She had learnt to say "new mamma" parrot-wise, without understanding what the words meant. And meanwhile, the fact that she was to go with her aunt for a long, exciting coach-ride filled her childish cup with happiness. As Polly packed the little clothes, she thought of the night, six years before, when the fat, sleeping babe had been laid in her arms.
"Of course it"s only natural John should want his family round him again. But I SHALL miss the dear little soul," she said to her husband who stood watching her.
"What you need is a little one of your own, wife."
"Ah, don"t I wish I had!" said Polly, and drew a sigh. "That would make up for everything. Still if it can"t be, it can"t."
A few days before the set time John received an urgent summons to Melbourne, and went on ahead, leaving Mahony suspecting him of a dodge to avoid travelling EN FAMILLE. In order that his bride-elect should not be put to inconvenience, John hired four seats for the three of them; but: "He might just as well have saved his money," thought Polly, when she saw the coach. Despite their protests they were packed like herrings in a barrel--had hardly enough room to use their hands.
Altogether it was a trying journey. Jinny, worked on by excitement and fatigue, took a fit of hysterics; Trotty, frightened by the many rough strangers, cried and had to be nursed; and the whole burden of the undertaking lay on Polly"s shoulders. She had felt rather timid about it, before starting; but was obliged to confess she got on better than she expected. A kind old man sitting opposite, for instance--a splitter he said he was--actually undid Jinny"s bonnet-strings, and fetched water for her at the first stoppage.
Polly had not been in Melbourne since the year after her marriage, and was looking forward intensely to the visit. She went laden with commissions; her lady-friends gave her a list as long as her arm.
Richard, too, had entrusted her to get him second-hand editions of various medical works, as well as a new stethoscope. Thirdly, she had promised old Mr. Oc.o.c.k to go to William"s Town to meet Miss Amelia, who even now was tossing somewhere on the Indian Ocean, and to escort the poor young lady up to Ballarat.
Having seen them start, Mahony went home to drink his coffee and read his paper in a quiet that was new to him. John"s departure had already eased the strain. Then Tilly had been boarded out at the Methodist minister"s. Now, with the exit of Polly and her charges, a great peace descended on the little house. The rooms lay white and still in the sun, and though all doors stood open, there was not a sound to be heard but the buzzing of the blowflies round the sweets of the flytraps. He was free to look as glum as he chose of a morning if he had neuralgia; or to be silent when worried over a troublesome case. No longer would Miss Tilly"s bulky presence and loud-voiced reiterations of her prospects grate his nerves; or John"s full-blooded absorption in himself, and poor foolish Jinny"s quavering doubts whether she would ever be able to live up to so magnificent a husband, offend his sense of decorum.
Another reason he was glad to see the last of them was that, in the long run, he had rebelled at the barefaced way they made use of Polly, and took advantage of her good nature. She had not only cooked for them and waited on them; he had even caught her st.i.tching garments for the helpless Jinny. This was too much: such extreme obligingness on his wife"s part seemed to detract from her personal dignity. He could never though have got Polly to see it. Undignified to do a kindness? What a funny, selfish idea! The fact was, there was a certain streak in Polly"s nature that made her more akin to all these good people than to him--him with his unsociable leanings towards a hermit"s cell; his genuine need of an occasional hour"s privacy and silence, in which to think a few thoughts through to the end.
On coming in from his rounds he turned out an old linen jacket that belonged to his bachelor days, and raked up some books he had not opened for an almost equally long time. He also steered clear of friends and acquaintances, went nowhere, saw no one but his patients.
And Ellen, to whose cookery Polly had left him with many misgivings, took things easy. "He"s so busy reading, he never knows what he puts in his mouth. I believe he"d eat his boot-soles, if I fried "em up neat wid a bit of parsley," she reported over the back fence on Doctor"s odd ways.
During the winter months the practice had as usual fallen off. By now it was generally beginning to look up again; but this year, for some reason, the slackness persisted. He saw how lean his purse was, whenever he had to take a banknote from it to enclose to Polly; there was literally nothing doing, no money coming in. Then, he would restlessly lay his book aside, and drawing a slip of paper to him set to reckoning and dividing. Not for the first time he found himself in the doctor"s awkward quandary: how to be decently and humanly glad of a rise in the health-rate.
He had often regretted having held to the half-hundred shares he had bought at Henry Oc.o.c.k"s suggestion; had often spent in fancy the sum they would have brought in, had he sold when they touched their highest figure. Such a chance would hardly come his way again. After the one fict.i.tious flare-up, "Porepunkahs" had fallen heavily--the first main prospect-drive, at a depth of three hundred and fifty feet, had failed to strike the gutter--and nowadays they were not even quoted. Thus had ended his single attempt to take a hand in the great game.
One morning he sat at breakfast, and thought over his weekly epistle to Polly. In general, this chronicled items of merely personal interest.
The house had not yet been burnt down--her constant fear, when absent; another doctor had got the Asylum; he himself stood a chance of being elected to the Committee of the District Hospital. To-day, however, there was more to tell. The English mail had come in, and the table was strewn with foreign envelopes and journals. Besides the usual letters from relatives, one in a queer, illiterate hand had reached him, the address scrawled in purple ink on the cheapest note-paper. Opening it with some curiosity, Mahony found that it was from his former a.s.sistant, Long Jim.
The old man wrote in a dismal strain. Everything had gone against him.
His wife had died, he was out of work and penniless, and racked with rheumatism--oh, it was "a crewl climat"! Did he stop in England, only "the house" remained to him; he"d end in a pauper"s grave. But he believed if he could get back to a sc.r.a.p of warmth and the sun, he"d be good for some years yet. Now he"d always known Dr. Mahony for the kindest, most liberal of gentlemen; the happiest days of his life had been spent under him, on the Flat; and if he"d only give him a lift now, there was nothing he wouldn"t do to show his grat.i.tude. Doctor knew a bit about him, too. Here, he couldn"t seem to get on with folk at all. They looked crooked at him, and just because he"d once been s.p.u.n.ky enough to try his luck overseas. Mahony pshawed and smiled; then wondered what Polly would say to this letter. She it was who had been responsible for packing the old man off.
Unfolding the STAR, he ran his eye over its columns. He had garnered the chief local news and was skimming the mining intelligence, when he suddenly stopped short with an exclamation of surprise; and his grip on the paper tightened. There it stood, black on white. "Porepunkahs" had jumped to three pounds per share! What the d.i.c.kens did that mean? He turned back to the front sheet, to find if any clue to the claim"s renewed activity had escaped him; but sought in vain. So bolting the rest of his breakfast, he hurried down to the town, to see if, on the spot, he could pick up information with regard to the mysterious rise.
The next few days kept him in a twitter of excitement. "Porepunkahs"
went on advancing--not by leaps and bounds as before, but slowly and steadily--and threw off a dividend. He got into bed at night with a hot head, from wondering whether he ought to hold on or sell out; and inside a week he was off to consult the one person who was in a position to advise him. Henry Oc.o.c.k"s greeting resembled an embrace--"It evidently means a fortune for him"--and all trifling personal differences were forgotten in the wider common bond. The lawyer virtually ordered Mahony to "sit in", till he gave the word. By this time "Porepunkahs" had pa.s.sed their previous limit, and even paid a bonus: it was now an open secret that a drive undertaken in an opposite direction to the first had proved successful; the lead was scored and seamed with gold. Oc.o.c.k spoke of the stone, specimens of which he had held in his hand--declared he had never seen its equal.
But when the shares stood at fifty-three pounds each, Mahony could restrain himself no longer; and, in spite of Oc.o.c.k"s belief that another ten days would see a COUP, he parted with forty-five of the half hundred he held. Leaving the odd money with the lawyer for re-investment, he walked out of the office the possessor of two thousand pounds.
It was only a very ordinary late spring day; the season brought its like by the score: a pale azure sky, against which the distant hills looked purple; above these a narrow belt of cloud, touched, in its curves, to the same hue. But to Mahony it seemed as if such a perfect day had never dawned since he first set foot in Australia. His back was eased of its burden; and, like Christian on having pa.s.sed the wall known as Salvation, he could have wept tears of joy. After all these years of pinching and sparing he was out of poverty"s grip. The suddenness of the thing was what staggered him. He might have drudged till his hair was grey; it was unlikely he would ever, at one stroke, have come into possession of a sum like this.--And that whole day he went about feeling a little more than human, and seeing people, places, things, through a kind of beatific mist. Now, thank G.o.d, he could stand on his own legs again; could relieve John of his bond, pay off the mortgage on the house, insure his life before it was too late. And, everything done, he would still have over a thousand pounds to his credit. A thousand pounds! No longer need he thankfully accept any and every call; or reckon sourly that, if the leakage on the roof was to be mended, he must go without a new surtout. Best of all, he could now begin in earnest to save.
First, though, he allowed himself two very special pleasures. He sent Polly a message on the electric telegraph to say that he would come down himself to fetch her home. In secret he planned a little trip to Schnapper Point. At the time of John"s wedding he had been unable to get free; this would be the first holiday he and Polly had ever had together.
The second thing he did was: to indulge the love of giving that was innate in him; and of giving in a somewhat lordly way. He enjoyed the broad grin that illumined Ellen"s face at his unlooked-for generosity; Jerry"s red stammered thanks for the gift of the cob the boy had long coveted. It did him good to put two ten-pound notes in an envelope and inscribe Ned"s name on it; he had never yet been able to do anything for these poor lads. He also, without waiting to consult Polly--fearing, indeed, that she might advise against it--sent off the money to Long Jim for the outward voyage, and a few pounds over. For there were superst.i.tious depths in him; and, at this turn in his fortunes, it would surely be of ill omen to refuse the first appeal for help that reached him.
Polly was so much a part of himself that he thought of her last of all.
But then it was with moist eyes. She, who had never complained, should of a surety not come short! And he dropped asleep that night to the happy refrain: "Now she shall have her piano, G.o.d bless her! ... the best that money can buy."
Part IV
Chapter I
The new house stood in Webster Street. It was twice as large as the old one, had a garden back and front, a verandah round three sides. When Mahony bought it, and the piece of ground it stood on, it was an unpretentious weather-board in a rather dilapidated condition. The situation was good though--without being too far from his former address--and there was stabling for a pair of horses. And by the time he had finished with it, it was one of those characteristically Australian houses which, added to wherever feasible, without a thought for symmetry or design--a room built on here, a covered pa.s.sage there, a bathroom thrown out in an unexpected corner, with odd steps up and down--have yet a s.p.a.cious, straggling comfort all their own.
How glad he was to leave the tiny, sunbaked box that till now had been his home. It had had neither blind nor shutter; and, on his entering it of a summer midday, it had sometimes struck hotter than outside. The windows of his new room were fitted with green venetians; round the verandah-posts twined respectively a banksia and a j.a.panese honey-suckle, which further damped the glare; while on the patch of buffalo-gra.s.s in front stood a spreading fig-tree, that leafed well and threw a fine shade. He had also added a sofa to his equipment. Now, when he came in tired or with a headache, he could stretch himself at full length. He was lying on it at this moment.
Polly, too, had reason to feel satisfied with the change. A handsome little Broadwood, with a ruby-silk and carved-wood front, stood against the wall of her drawing-room; gilt cornices surmounted the windows; and from the centre of the ceiling hung a l.u.s.tre-chandelier that was the envy of every one who saw it: Mrs. Henry Oc.o.c.k"s was not a patch on it, and yet had cost more. This time Mahony had virtually been able to give his wife a free hand in her furnishing. And in her new spare room she could put up no less than three guests!
Of course, these luxuries had not all rained on them at once. Several months pa.s.sed before Polly, on the threshold of her parlour, could exclaim, with an artlessness that touched her husband deeply: "Never in my life did I think I should have such a beautiful room!" Still, as regarded money, the whole year had been a steady ascent. The nest-egg he had left with the lawyer had served its purpose of chaining that old hen, Fortune, to the spot. Oc.o.c.k had invested and re-invested on his behalf--now it was twenty "Koh-i-noors," now thirty "Consolidated Beehives"--and Mahony was continually being agreeably surprised by the margins it threw off in its metamorphoses. That came of his having placed the matter in such competent hands. The lawyer had, for instance, got him finally out of "Porepunkahs" in the nick of time--the reef had not proved as open to the day as was expected--and pulled him off, in the process, another three hundred odd. Compared with Oc.o.c.k"s own takings, of course, his was a modest spoil; the lawyer had made a fortune, and was now one of the wealthiest men in Ballarat. He had built not only new and handsome offices on the crest of the hill, but also, prior to his marriage, a fine dwelling-house standing in extensive grounds on the farther side of Yuille"s Swamp. Altogether it had been a year of great and sweeping changes. People had gone up, gone down--had changed places like children at a game of General Post. More than one of Mahony"s acquaintances had burnt his fingers. On the other hand, old Devine, Polly"s one-time market-gardener, had made his thousands. There was actually talk of his standing for Parliament, in which case his wife bid fair to be received at Government House. And the pair of them with hardly an "h" between them!
From the sofa where he lay, Mahony could hear the murmur of his wife"s even voice. Polly sat the further end of the verandah talking to Jinny, who dandled her babe in a rocking-chair that made a light tip-tap as it went to and fro. Jinny said nothing: she was no doubt sunk in adoration of her--or rather John"s--infant; and Mahony all but dozed off, under the full, round tones he knew so well.
In his case the saying had once more been verified: to him that hath shall be given. Whether it was due to the better position of the new house; or to the fact that easier circ.u.mstances gave people more leisure to think of their ailments; or merely that money attracted money: whatever the cause, his practice had of late made giant strides.
He was in demand for consultations; sat on several committees; while a couple of lodges had come his way as good as unsought.