"It "s not the worse for that!" said Tom, whose pluck was by this time considerably a.s.sisted by the claret.
"Well, it"s an unfair way, at all events, and destroys real sport"
"Real sport is filling your basket."
"No, no; there"s no real sport in doing anything that"s unfair,--anything that"s un----" He stopped short, and swallowed off a gla.s.s of wine to cover his confusion.
"That"s all mighty fine for you, who can not only pay for a license, but you "re just as sure to be invited here, there, and everywhere there"s game to be killed. But think of me, that never snaps a cap, never throws a line, but he knows it"s worse than robbing a hen-roost, and often, maybe, just as fond of it as yourself!"
Whether it was that, coming after Darby"s mawkish and servile agreement with everything, this rugged nature seemed more palatable, I cannot say; but so it was, Con-yers felt pleasure in talking to this rough unpolished creature, and hearing his opinions in turn. Had there been in Tom Dill"s manner the slightest shade of any pretence, was there any element of that which, for want of a better word, we call "sn.o.bbery,"
Conyers would not have endured him for a moment, but Tom was perfectly devoid of this vulgarity. He was often coa.r.s.e in his remarks, his expressions were rarely measured by any rule of good manners; but it was easy to see that he never intended offence, nor did he so much as suspect that he could give that weight to any opinion which he uttered to make it of moment.
Besides these points in Tom"s favor, there was another, which also led Conyers to converse with him. There is some very subtle self-flattery in the condescension of one well to do in all the gifts of fortune a.s.sociating, in an a.s.sumed equality, with some poor fellow to whom fate has a.s.signed the shady side of the highway. Scarcely a subject can be touched without suggesting something for self-gratulation; every comparison, every contrast is in his favor, and Conyers, without being more of a puppy than the majority of his order, constantly felt how immeasurably above all his guest"s views of his life and the world were his own,--not alone that he was more moderate in language and less p.r.o.ne to attribute evil, but with a finer sense of honor and a wider feeling of liberality.
When Tom at last, with some shame, remembered that he had forgotten all about the real object of his mission, and had never so much as alluded to the leeches, Conyers only laughed and said, "Never mind them to-night. Come back to-morrow and put them on; and mind,--come to breakfast at ten or eleven o"clock."
"What am I to say to my father?"
"Say it was a whim of mine, which it is. You are quite ready to do this matter now. I see it; but I say no. Is n"t that enough?"
"I suppose so!" muttered Tom, with a sort of dogged misgiving.
"It strikes me that you have a very respectable fear of your governor.
Am I right?"
"Ain"t you afraid of yours?" bluntly asked the other.
"Afraid of mine!" cried Conyers, with a loud laugh; "I should think not.
Why, my father and myself are as thick as two thieves. I never was in a sc.r.a.pe that I did n"t tell him. I "d sit down this minute and write to him just as I would to any fellow in the regiment."
"Well, there "s only one in all the world I "d tell a secret to, and it is n"t My father!"
"Who is it, then?"
"My sister Polly!" It was impossible to have uttered these words with a stronger sense of pride. He dwelt slowly upon each of them, and, when he had finished, looked as though he had said something utterly undeniable.
"Here"s her health,--in a b.u.mper too!" cried Conyers.
"Hurray, hurray!" shouted out Tom, as he tossed off his full gla.s.s, and set it on the table with a bang that smashed it. "Oh, I beg pardon! I didn"t mean to break the tumbler."
"Never mind it, Dill; it"s a trifle. I half hoped you had done it on purpose, so that the gla.s.s should never be drained to a less honored toast. Is she like _you?_"
"Like me,--like me?" asked he, coloring deeply. "Polly like me?"
"I mean is there a family resemblance? Could you be easily known as brother and sister?"
"Not a bit of it. Polly is the prettiest girl in this county, and she "s better than she "s handsome. There"s nothing she can"t do. I taught her to tie flies, and she can put wings on a green-drake now that would take in any salmon that ever swam. Martin Keene sent her a pound-note for a book of "brown hackles," and, by the way, she gave it to _me_. And if you saw her on the back of a horse!--Ambrose Bushe"s gray mare, the wickedest devil that ever was bridled, one buck jump after another the length of a field, and the mare trying to get her head between her fore-legs, and Polly handling her so quiet, never out of temper, never hot, but always saying, "Ain"t you ashamed of yourself, Dido? Don"t you see them all laughing at us?""
"I am quite curious to see her. Will you present me one of these days?"
Tom mumbled out something perfectly unintelligible.
"I hope that I may be permitted to make her acquaintance," repeated he, not feeling very certain that his former speech was quite understood.
"Maybe so," grumbled he out at last, and sank back in his chair with a look of sulky ill-humor; for so it was that poor Tom, in his ignorance of life and its ways, deemed the proposal one of those free-and-easy suggestions which might be made to persons of very inferior station, and to whom the fact of acquaintanceship should be accounted as a great honor.
Conyers was provoked at the little willingness shown to meet his offer,--an offer he felt to be a very courteous piece of condescension on his part,--and now both sat in silence. At last Tom Dill, long struggling with some secret impulse, gave way, and in a tone far more decided and firm than heretofore, said, "Maybe you think, from seeing what sort of a fellow I am, that my sister ought to be like me; and because _I_ have neither manners nor education, that she "s the same?
But listen to me now; she "s just as little like me as you are yourself.
You "re not more of a gentleman than she"s a lady!"
"I never imagined anything else."
"And what made you talk of bringing her up here to present her to you, as you called it? Was she to be trotted out in a cavasin, like a filly?"
"My dear fellow," said Conyers, good-humoredly, "you never made a greater mistake. I begged that you would present _me_ to your sister.
I asked the sort of favor which is very common in the world, and in the language usually employed to convey such a request. I observed the recognized etiquette--"
"What do I know about etiquette? If you"d have said, "Tom Dill, I want to be introduced to your sister," I "d have guessed what you were at, and I "d have said, "Come back in the boat with me to-morrow, and so you shall.""
"It"s a bargain, then, Dill. I want two or three things in the village, and I accept your offer gladly."
Not only was peace now ratified between them, but a closer feeling of intimacy established; for poor Tom, not much spoiled by any excess of the world"s sympathy, was so delighted by the kindly interest shown him, that he launched out freely to tell all about himself and his fortunes, how hardly treated he was at home, and how ill usage had made him despondent, and despondency made him dissolute. "It"s all very well to rate a fellow about his taste for low pleasures and low companions; but what if he"s not rich enough for better? He takes them just as he smokes cheap tobacco, because he can afford no other. And do you know,"
continued he, "you are the first real gentleman that ever said a kind word to me, or asked me to sit down in his company. It"s even so strange to me yet, that maybe when I "m rowing home to-night I "ll think it"s all a dream,--that it was the wine got into my head."
"Is not some of this your own fault?" broke in Conyers. "What if you had held your head higher--"
"Hold my head higher!" interrupted Tom. "With this on it, eh?" And he took up his ragged and worn cap from the ground, and showed it. "Pride is a very fine thing when you can live up to it; but if you can"t it"s only ridiculous. I don"t say," added he, after a few minutes of silence, "but if I was far away from this, where n.o.body knew me, where I did n"t owe little debts on every side, and was n"t obliged to be intimate with every idle vagabond about--I don"t say but I"d try to be something better. If, for instance, I could get into the navy--"
"Why not the army? You "d like it better."
"Ay! but it "s far harder to get into. There"s many a rough fellow like myself aboard ship that they would n"t take in a regiment. Besides, how could I get in without interest?"
"My father is a Lieutenant-General. I don"t know whether he could be of service to you."
"A Lieutenant-General!" repeated Tom, with the reverential awe of one alluding to an actual potentate.
"Yes. He has a command out in India, where I feel full sure he could give you something. Suppose you were to go out there? I "d write a letter to my father and ask him to befriend you."
"It would take a fortune to pay the journey," said Tom, despondingly.
"Not if you went out on service; the Government would send you free of cost. And even if you were not, I think we might manage it. Speak to your father about it."
"No," said he, slowly. "No; but I "ll talk it over with Polly. Not but I know well she"ll say, "There you are, castle-building and romancing.
It"s all moonshine! n.o.body ever took notice of you,--n.o.body said he "d interest himself about you.""
"That"s easily remedied. If you like it, I "ll tell your sister all about it myself. I "ll tell her it"s my plan, and I "ll show her what I think are good reasons to believe it will be successful."
"Oh! would you--would you!" cried he, with a choking sensation in the throat; for his grat.i.tude had made him almost hysterical.