"Not stir a step, Sir?" repeated the doctor, amazed.
"That is, not to your own room."
"Not go to my own room, Sir?"
The Baronet gently begged him not to take it amiss, and presently, upon the appearance of Jacob, who entered with a significant smile, said, he would keep him no longer.
Dr. Orkborne, to whom nothing was so irksome as a moment"s detention from his books and papers, instantly departed, inviting Edgar to accompany him; but without troubling himself to inquire for what end he had been held back.
When they were gone, Sir Hugh, rubbing his hands, said, "Well, I think this good gentleman won"t go about the country again, with all his books fastened about him, to shew he has nowhere to put them: for as to his telling me he only took them to look at, I am not quite such an ignoramus, with all my ignorance, as to believe such a thing as that, especially of a regular bred scholar."
A loud and angry sound of voices from above here interrupted the pleased harangue of the Baronet; Miss Margland opened the door to listen, and, with no small delight, heard words, scarce intelligible for rage, breaking from Dr. Orkborne, whose anger, while Edgar was endeavouring to moderate, Jacob and Mary were vociferously resenting.
Sir Hugh, all astonished, feared there was some mistake. He had sent, the preceding day, as far as Winchester, for two bookcases, which he had ordered should arrive early, and be put up during the breakfast; and he had directed Mary to place upon the shelves, with great care, all the loose books and papers she found dispersed about the room, as neatly as possible: after which Jacob was to give notice when all was arranged.
The words now "If I must have my ma.n.u.scripts rummaged at pleasure, by every dunce in the house, I would rather lie in the street!" distinctly caught their ears. Sir Hugh was thunderstruck with amazement and disappointment, but said nothing. Miss Margland looked all spite and pleasure, and Eugenia all concern.
Louder yet, and with accents of encreasing asperity, the Doctor next exclaimed "A twelvemonth"s hard labour will not repair this mischief! I should have been much more obliged to you if you had blown out my brains!"
The Baronet, aghast, cried, "Lord help us! I think I had best go and get the shelves pulled down again, what I have done not being meant to offend, being what will cost me ten pounds and upwards."
He then, though somewhat irresolute, whether or not to proceed, moved towards the foot of the stairs; but there a new storm of rage startled him. "I wish you had been all of you annihilated ere ever you had entered my room! I had rather have lost my ears than that ma.n.u.script! I wish with all my heart you had been at the bottom of the sea, every one of you, before you had touched it!"
"If you won"t believe me, it can"t be helped," said Mary; "but if I was to tell it you over and over, I"ve done nothing to no mortal thing. I only just swept the room after the carpenter was gone, for it was all in such a pickle it was a shame to be seen."
"You have ruined me!" cried he, "you have swept it behind the fire, I make not a moment"s doubt; and I had rather you had given me a bowl of poison! you can make me no reparation; it was a clue to a whole section."
"Well, I won"t make no more words about it," said Mary, angrily; "but I"m sure I never so much as touched it with a pair of tongs, for I never see it; nor I don"t so much as know it if I do."
"Why, it"s a piece of paper written all over; look! just such another as this: I left it on the table, by this corner--"
"O! that?" cried Mary; "yes, I remember that."
"Well, where is it? What have you done with it?"
"Why, I happened of a little accident about that;--for as I was a sweeping under the table, the broom knocked the ink down; but, by good luck, it only fell upon that little morsel of paper."
"Little morsel of paper? it"s more precious than a whole library! But what did you do with it? what is become of it? whatever condition it is in, if you have but saved it--where is it, I say?"
"Why--it was all over ink, and good for nothing, so I did not think of your missing it--so I throwed it behind the fire."
"I wish you had been thrown there yourself with all my heart! But if ever you bring a broom into my room again--"
"Why, I did nothing but what my master ordered--"
"Or if ever you touch a paper, or a book of mine, again--"
"My master said himself--"
"Your master"s a blockhead! and you are another--go away, I say!"
Mary now hurried out of the room, enraged for her master, and frightened for herself; and Edgar, not aware Sir Hugh was within hearing, soon succeeded in calming the doctor, by mildly listening to his lamentations.
Sir Hugh, extremely shocked, sat upon the stairs to recover himself.
Miss Margland, who never felt so virtuous, and never so elated, as when witnessing the imperfections or improprieties of others, descanted largely against ingrat.i.tude; treating an unmeaning sally of pa.s.sion as a serious mark of turpitude: but Eugenia, ashamed for Dr. Orkborne, to whom, as her preceptor, she felt a constant disposition to be partial, determined to endeavour to induce him to make some apology. She glided, therefore, past her uncle, and tapped at the doctor"s door.
Mary, seeing her master so invitingly in her way, could by no means resist her desire of appeal and complaint; and, descending the stairs, begged his honour to hear her.
"Mary," said he, rising, and returning to the parlour, "you need not tell me a word, for I have heard it all myself; by which it may be truly said, listeners never hear good of themselves; so I"ve got the proper punishment; for which reason, I hope you won"t look upon it as an example."
"I am sure, Sir," said Mary, "if your honour can excuse his speaking so disrespectful, it"s what n.o.body else can; and if it was not for thinking as his head"s got a crack in it, there is not a servant among us as would not affront him for it."
The Baronet interrupted her with a serious lecture upon the civility he expected for all his guests; and she promised to restrain her wrath; "But only, sir," she continued, "if your honour had seen the bit of paper as he made such a noise at me for, your honour would not have believed it. Not a soul could have read it. My Tom would ha" been well licked if he"d wrote no better at school. And as to his being a twelvemonth a scrawling such another, I"ll no more believe it than I"ll fly. It"s as great a fib as ever was told."
Sir Hugh begged her to be quiet, and to think no more of the matter.
"No, your honour, I hope I"m not a person as bears malice; only I could not but speak of it, because he behaves more comical every day. I thought he"d ha" beat me over and over. And as to the stories he tells about them little bits of paper, mortal patience can"t bear it no longer."
The remonstrance of Eugenia took immediate effect. Dr. Orkborne, shocked and alarmed at the expression which had escaped him, protested himself willing to make the humblest reparation, and truly declared, he had been so greatly disturbed by the loss he had just sustained, that he not merely did not mean, but did not know what he had said.
Edgar was the bearer of his apology, which Sir Hugh accepted with his usual good humour. "His calling me a blockhead," cried he, "is a thing I have no right to resent, because I take it for granted, he would not have said it, if he had not thought it; and a man"s thoughts are his castle, and ought to be free."
Edgar repeated the protestation, that he had been hurried on by pa.s.sion, and spoke without meaning.
"Why, then, my dear Mr. Edgar, I must fairly own I don"t see the great superiorness of learning, if it can"t keep a man"s temper out of a pa.s.sion. However, say nothing of the sort to poor Clermont, upon his coming over, who I expect won"t speak one word in ten I shall understand; which, however, as it"s all been done for the best, I would not have the poor boy discouraged in."
He then sent a kind message by Edgar to Dr. Orkborne, desiring him not to mind such a trifle.
This conciliating office was congenial to the disposition of Edgar, and softened his impatience for the return of Camilla, but when, soon after, a note arrived from Mr. Tyrold, requesting Sir Hugh to dispense with seeing him till the next day, and apologising for keeping his daughter, he felt equally disappointed and provoked, though he determined not to delay any longer his departure. He gave orders, therefore, for his horses immediately, and with all the less regret, for knowing Camilla no longer in the circle he was to quit.
The ladies were in the parlour with Sir Hugh, who was sorrowfully brooding over his brother"s note, when he entered it to take leave.
Addressing himself somewhat rapidly to the Baronet, he told him he was under an unpleasant necessity, to relinquish some days of the month"s sojourn intended for him. He made acknowledgments full of regard for his kindness and hospitality; and then, only bowing to the ladies, left the room, before the astonished Sir Hugh comprehended he was going.
"Well," cried Miss Margland, "this is curious indeed! He has flown off from everything, without even an apology!"
"I hope he is not really gone?" said Eugenia, walking to the window.
"I"m sure I don"t care what he does," cried Indiana, "he"s welcome to go or to stay. I"m grown quite sick of him, for my part."
"Gone?" said Sir Hugh, recovering breath; "it"s impossible! Why, he never has said one word to me of the day, nor the settlements, nor all those things!"
He then rang the bell, and sent to desire Mr. Mandlebert might be called immediately.
Edgar, who was mounting his horse, obeyed with some chagrin. As soon as he re-entered the room, Sir Hugh cried; "My dear Mr. young Edgar, it"s something amazing to me you should think of going away without coming to an explanation?"
"An explanation, sir?"
"Yes, don"t you know what I mean?"