"Yes," resumed Conyers. "When you come up here tomorrow, we "ll arrange it all. I "ll turn the matter all over in my mind, too, and I have little doubt of our being able to carry it through."
"You "ll not tell my father, though?"
"Not a word, if you forbid it. At the same time, you must see that he"ll have to hear it all later on."
"I suppose so," muttered Tom, moodily, and leaned his head thoughtfully on his hand. But one half-hour back and he would have told Conyers why he desired this concealment; he would have declared that his father, caring more for his services than his future good, would have thrown every obstacle to his promotion, and would even, if need were, have so represented him to Conyers that he would have appeared utterly unworthy of his interest and kindness; but now not one word of all this escaped him. He never hinted another reproach against his father, for already a purer spring had opened in his nature, the rocky heart had been smitten by words of gentleness, and he would have revolted against that which should degrade him in his own esteem.
"Good night," said Conyers, with a hearty shake of the hand, "and don"t forget your breakfast engagement tomorrow."
"What "s this?" said Tom, blushing deeply, as he found a crumpled bank-note in his palm.
"It"s your fee, my good fellow, that"s all," said the other, laughingly.
"But I can"t take a fee. I have never done so. I have no right to one. I am not a doctor yet."
"The very first lesson in your profession is not to anger your patient; and if you would not provoke me, say no more on this matter." There was a half-semblance of haughtiness in these words that perhaps the speaker never intended; at all events, he was quick enough to remedy the effect, for he laid his hand good-naturedly on the other"s shoulder and said, "For my sake, Dill,--for my sake."
"I wish I knew what I ought to do," said Tom, whose pale cheek actually trembled with agitation. "I mean," said he, in a shaken voice, "I wish I knew what would make _you_ think best of me."
"Do you attach so much value to my good opinion, then?"
"Don"t you think I might? When did I ever meet any one that treated me this way before?"
The agitation in which he uttered these few words imparted such a semblance of weakness to him that Conyers pressed him down into a chair, and filled up his gla.s.s with wine.
"Take that off, and you "ll be all right presently," said he, in a kind tone.
Tom tried to carry the gla.s.s to his lips, but his hand trembled so that he had to set it down on the table.
"I don"t know how to say it," began he, "and I don"t know whether I ought to say it, but somehow I feel as if I could give my heart"s blood if everybody would behave to me the way you do. I don"t mean, mind you, so generously, but treating me as if--as if--as if--" gulped he out at last, "as if I was a gentleman."
"And why not? As there is nothing in your station that should deny that claim, why should any presume to treat you otherwise?"
"Because I"m not one!" blurted he out; and covering his face with his hands, he sobbed bitterly.
"Come, come, my poor fellow, don"t be down-hearted. I "m not much older than yourself, but I "ve seen a good deal of life; and, mark _my_ words, the price a man puts on himself is the very highest penny the world will ever bid for him; he "ll not always get _that_, but he "ll never--no, never, get a farthing beyond it!"
Tom stared vacantly at the speaker, not very sure whether he understood the speech, or that it had any special application to him.
"When you come to know life as well as I do," continued Conyers, who had now launched into a very favorite theme, "you"ll learn the truth of what I say. Hold your head high; and if the world desires to see you, it must at least look up!"
"Ay, but it might laugh too!" said Tom, with a bitter gravity, which considerably disconcerted the moralist, who pitched away his cigar impatiently, and set about selecting another.
"I suspect I understand _your_ nature. For," said he, after a moment or two, "I have rather a knack in reading people. Just answer me frankly a few questions."
"Whatever you like," said the other, in a half-sulky sort of manner.
"Mind," said Conyers, eagerly, "as there can be no offence intended, you"ll not feel any by whatever I may say."
"Go on," said Tom, in the same dry tone.
"Ain"t you obstinate?"
"I am."
"I knew it. We had not talked half an hour together when I detected it, and I said to myself, "That fellow is one so rooted in his own convictions, it is scarcely possible to shake him.""
"What next?" asked Tom.
"You can"t readily forgive an injury; you find it very hard to pardon the man who has wronged you."
"I do not; if he did n"t go on persecuting me, I would n"t think of him at all."
"Ah, that"s a mistake. Well, I know you better than you know yourself; you _do_ keep up the memory of an old grudge,--you can"t help it."
"Maybe so, but I never knew it."
"You have, however, just as strong a sentiment of grat.i.tude."
"I never knew that, either," muttered he; "perhaps because it has had so little provocation!"
"Bear in mind," said Conyers, who was rather disconcerted by the want of concurrence he had met with, "that I am in a great measure referring to latent qualities,--things which probably require time and circ.u.mstances to develop."
"Oh, if that"s it," said Dili, "I can no more object than I could if you talked to me about what is down a dozen fathoms in the earth under our feet. It may be granite or it may be gold, for what I know; the only thing that _I_ see is the gravel before me."
"I "ll tell you a trait of your character you can"t gainsay,"
said Conyers, who was growing more irritated by the opposition so unexpectedly met with, "and it"s one you need not dig a dozen fathoms down to discover,--you are very reckless."
"Reckless--reckless,--you call a fellow reckless that throws away his chance, I suppose?"
"Just so."
"But what if he never had one?"
"Every man has a destiny; every man has that in his fate which he may help to make or to mar as he inclines to. I suppose you admit that?"
"I don"t know," was the sullen reply.
"Not know? Surely you needn"t be told such a fact to recognize it!"
"All I know is this," said Tom, resolutely, "that I scarcely ever did anything in my life that it was n"t found out to be wrong, so that at last I "ve come to be pretty careless what I do; and if it was n"t for Polly,--if it was n"t for Polly--" He stopped, drew his sleeve across his eyes, and turned away, unable to finish.
"Come, then," said Conyers, laying his hand affectionately on the other"s shoulder, "add my friendship to _her_ love for you, and see if the two will not give you encouragement; for I mean to be your friend, Dill."
"Do you?" said Tom, with the tears in his eyes.
"There "s my hand on it."