It was about an hour before sunset, the day of this very breakfast, and a good number of boys, in lounging groups, were collected in the Long Walk. The sports and matches of the day were over. Criticism had succeeded to action in sculling and in cricket. They talked over the exploits of the morning; canva.s.sed the merits of the compet.i.tors, marked the fellow whose play or whose stroke was improving; glanced at another, whose promise had not been fulfilled; discussed the pretensions, and adjudged the palm. Thus public opinion is formed. Some, too, might be seen with their books and exercises, intent on the inevitable and impending tasks. Among these, some unhappy wight in the remove, wandering about with his hat, after parochial fashion, seeking relief in the shape of a verse. A hard lot this, to know that you must be delivered of fourteen verses at least in the twenty-four hours, and to be conscious that you are pregnant of none. The lesser boys, urchins of tender years, cl.u.s.tered like flies round the baskets of certain vendors of sugary delicacies that rested on the Long Walk wall. The pallid countenance, the lackl.u.s.tre eye, the hoa.r.s.e voice clogged with acc.u.mulated phlegm, indicated too surely the irreclaimable and hopeless votary of lollypop, the opium-eater of schoolboys.
"It is settled, the match to-morrow shall be between Aquatics and Drybobs," said a senior boy; who was arranging a future match at cricket.
"But what is to be done about Fielding major?" inquired another. "He has not paid his boating money, and I say he has no right to play among the Aquatics before he has paid his money."
"Oh! but we must have Fielding major, he is such a devil of a swipe."
"I declare he shall not play among the Aquatics if he does not pay his boating money. It is an infernal shame."
"Let us ask Buckhurst. Where is Buckhurst?"
"Have you got any toffy?" inquired a dull looking little boy, in a hoa.r.s.e voice, of one of the vendors of scholastic confectionery.
"Tom Trot, sir."
"No; I want toffy."
"Very nice Tom Trot, sir."
"No, I want toffy; I have been eating Tom Trot all day."
"Where is Buckhurst? We must settle about the Aquatics."
"Well, I for one will not play if Fielding major plays amongst the Aquatics. That is settled."
"Oh! nonsense; he will pay his money if you ask him."
"I shall not ask him again. The captain duns us every day. It is an infernal shame."
"I say, Burnham, where can one get some toffy? This fellow never has any."
"I will tell you; at Barnes" on the bridge. The best toffy in the world."
"I will go at once. I must have some toffy."
"Just help me with this verse, Collins," said one boy to another, in an imploring tone, "that"s a good fellow."
"Well, give it us: first syllable in _fabri_ is short; three false quant.i.ties in the two first lines! You"re a pretty one. There, I have done it for you."
"That"s a good fellow."
"Any fellow seen Buckhurst?"
"Gone up the river with Coningsby and Henry Sydney."
"But he must be back by this time. I want him to make the list for the match to-morrow. Where the deuce can Buckhurst be?"
And now, as rumours rise in society we know not how, so there was suddenly a flying report in this mult.i.tude, the origin of which no one in his alarm stopped to ascertain, that a boy was drowned.
Every heart was agitated.
What boy? When, where, how? Who was absent? Who had been on the river to-day? Buckhurst. The report ran that Buckhurst was drowned. Great were the trouble and consternation. Buckhurst was ever much liked; and now no one remembered anything but his good qualities.
"Who heard it was Buckhurst?" said Sedgwick, captain of the school, coming forward.
"I heard Bradford tell Palmer it was Buckhurst," said a little boy.
"Where is Bradford?"
"Here."
"What do you know about Buckhurst?"
"Wentworth told me that he was afraid Buckhurst was drowned. He heard it at the Brocas; a bargeman told him about a quarter of an hour ago."
"Here is Wentworth! Here is Wentworth!" a hundred voices exclaimed, and they formed a circle round him.
"Well, what did you hear, Wentworth?" asked Sedgwick.
"I was at the Brocas, and a bargee told me that an Eton fellow had been drowned above Surley, and the only Eton boat above Surley to-day, as I can learn, is Buckhurst"s four-oar. That is all."
There was a murmur of hope.
"Oh! come, come," said Sedgwick, "there is come chance. Who is with Buckhurst; who knows?"
"I saw him walk down to the Brocas with Vere," said a boy.
"I hope it is not Vere," said a little boy, with a tearful eye; "he never lets any fellow bully me."
"Here is Maltravers," halloed out a boy; "he knows something."
"Well, what do you know, Maltravers?"
"I heard Boots at the Christopher say that an Eton fellow was drowned, and that he had seen a person who was there."
"Bring Boots here," said Sedgwick.
Instantly a band of boys rushed over the way, and in a moment the witness was produced.
"What have you heard, Sam, about this accident?" said Sedgwick.
"Well, sir, I heard a young gentleman was drowned above Monkey Island,"
said Boots.
"And no name mentioned?"
"Well, sir, I believe it was Mr. Coningsby."