"A very good one!" said Donal. "I wonder what the ground of it is! It must have had its beginning!"
"Then you don"t believe it?" said Miss Graeme.
"Not quite," he replied. "But I have myself had a strange experience up there."
"What! you have seen something?" cried Miss Graeme, her eyes growing bigger.
"No; I have seen nothing," answered Donal, "--only heard something.--One night, the first I was there indeed, I heard the sound of a far-off musical instrument, faint and sweet."
The brother and sister exchanged looks. Donal went on.
"I got up and felt my way down the winding stair--I sleep at the top of Baliol"s tower--but at the bottom lost myself, and had to sit down and wait for the light. Then I heard it again, but seemed no nearer to it than before. I have never heard it since, and have never mentioned the thing. I presume, however, that speaking of it to you can do no harm.
You at least will not raise any fresh rumours to injure the respectability of the castle! Do you think there is any instrument in it from which such a sound might have proceeded? Lady Arctura is a musician, I am told, but surely was not likely to be at her piano "in the dead waste and middle of the night"!"
"It is impossible to say how far a sound may travel in the stillness of the night, when there are no other sound-waves to cross and break it."
"That is all very well, Hector," said his sister; "but you know Mr.
Grant is neither the first nor the second that has heard that sound!"
"One thing is pretty clear," said her brother, "it can have nothing to do with the revellers at their cards! The sound reported is very different from any attributed to them!"
"Are you sure," suggested Donal, "that there was not a violin shut up with them? Even if none of them could play, there has been time enough to learn. The sound I heard might have been that of a ghostly violin.
Though like that of a stringed instrument, it was different from anything I had ever heard before--except perhaps certain equally inexplicable sounds occasionally heard among the hills."
They went on talking about the thing for a while, pacing up and down the garden, the sun hot above their heads, the gra.s.s cool under their feet.
"It is enough," said Miss Graeme, with a rather forced laugh, "to make one glad the castle does not go with the t.i.tle."
"Why so?" asked Donal.
"Because," she answered, "were anything to happen to the boys up there, Hector would come in for the t.i.tle."
"I"m not of my sister"s mind!" said Mr. Graeme, laughing more genuinely. "A t.i.tle with nothing to keep it up is a simple misfortune.
I certainly should not take out the patent. No wise man would lay claim to a t.i.tle without the means to make it respected."
"Have we come to that!" exclaimed Donal. "Must even the old t.i.tles of the country be b.u.t.tressed into respectability with money? Away in quiet places, reading old history books, we peasants are accustomed to think differently. If some millionaire money-lender were to buy the old keep of Arundel castle, you would respect him just as much as the present earl!"
"I would not," said Mr. Graeme. "I confess you have the better of me.--But is there not a fallacy in your argument?" he added, thinkingly.
"I believe not. If the t.i.tle is worth nothing without the money, the money must be more than the t.i.tle!--If I were Lazarus," Donal went on, "and the inheritor of a t.i.tle, I would use it, if only for a lesson to Dives up stairs. I scorn to think that honour should wait on the heels of wealth. You may think it is because I am and always shall be a poor man; but if I know myself it is not therefore. At the same time a t.i.tle is but a trifle; and if you had given any other reason for not using it than homage to Mammon, I should have said nothing."
"For my part," said Miss Graeme, "I have no quarrel with riches except that they do not come my way. I should know how to use and not abuse them!"
Donal made no other reply than to turn a look of divinely stupid surprise and pity upon the young woman. It was of no use to say anything! Were argument absolutely triumphant, Mammon would sit just where he was before! He had marked the great indifference of the Lord to the convincing of the understanding: when men knew the thing itself, then and not before would they understand its relations and reasons!
If truth belongs to the human soul, then the soul is able to see it and know it: if it do the truth, it takes therein the first possible, and almost the last necessary step towards understanding it.
Miss Graeme caught his look, and must have perceived its expression, for her face flushed a more than rosy red, and the conversation grew crumbly.
It was a half-holiday, and he stayed to tea, and after it went over the arm-buildings with Mr. Graeme, revealing such a practical knowledge of all that was going on, that his entertainer soon saw his opinion must be worth something whether his fancies were or not.
CHAPTER XXIV.
STEPHEN KENNEDY.
The great comforts of Donal"s life, next to those of the world in which his soul lived--the eternal world, whose doors are ever open to him who prays--were the society of his favourite books, the fashioning of his thoughts into sweetly ordered sounds in the lofty solitude of his chamber, and not infrequent communion with the cobbler and his wife.
To these he had as yet said nothing of what went on at the castle: he had learned the lesson the cobbler himself gave him. But many a lesson of greater value did he learn from the philosopher of the lapstone. He who understands because he endeavours, is a freed man of the realm of human effort. He who has no experience of his own, to him the experience of others is a sealed book. The convictions that in Donal rose vaporous were rapidly condensed and shaped when he found his new friend thought likewise.
By degrees he made more and more of a companion of Davie, and such was the sweet relation between them that he would sometimes have him in his room even when he was writing. When it was time to lay in his winter-fuel, he said to him--
"Up here, Davie, we must have a good fire when the nights are long; the darkness will be like solid cold. Simmons tells me I may have as much coal and wood as I like: will you help me to get them up?"
Davie sprang to his feet: he was ready that very minute.
"I shall never learn my lessons if I am cold," added Donal, who could not bear a low temperature so well as when he was always in the open air.
"Do you learn lessons, Mr. Grant?"
"Yes indeed I do," replied Donal. "One great help to the understanding of things is to brood over them as a hen broods over her eggs: words are thought-eggs, and their chickens are truths; and in order to brood I sometimes learn by heart. I have set myself to learn, before the winter is over if I can, the gospel of John in the Greek."
"What a big lesson!" exclaimed Davie.
"Ah, but how rich it will make me!" said Donal, and that set Davie pondering.
They began to carry up the fuel, Donal taking the coals, and Davie the wood. But Donal got weary of the time it took, and set himself to find a quicker way. So next Sat.u.r.day afternoon, the rudimentary remnant of the Jewish Sabbath, and the schoolboy"s weekly carnival before Lent, he directed his walk to a certain fishing village, the nearest on the coast, about three miles off, and there succeeded in hiring a spare boat-spar with a block and tackle. The spar he ran out, through a notch of the battlement, near the sheds, and having stayed it well back, rove the rope through the block at the peak of it, and lowered it with a hook at the end. A moment of Davie"s help below, and a bucket filled with coals was on its way up: this part of the roof was over a yard belonging to the household offices, and Davie filled the bucket from a heap they had there made. "Stand back, Davie," Donal would cry, and up would go the bucket, to the ever renewed delight of the boy.
When it reached the block, Donal, by means of a guy, swung the spar on its but-end, and the bucket came to the roof through the next notch of the battlement. There he would empty it, and in a moment it would be down again to be re-filled. When he thought he had enough of coal, he turned to the wood; and thus they spent an hour of a good many of the cool evenings of autumn. Davie enjoyed it immensely; and it was no small thing for a boy delicately nurtured to be helped out of the feeling that he must have every thing done for him. When after a time he saw the heap on the roof, he was greatly impressed with the amount that could be done by little and little. In return Donal told him that if he worked well through the week, he should every Sat.u.r.day evening spend an hour with him by the fire he had thus helped to provide, and they would then do something together.
After his first visit Donal went again and again to the village: he had made acquaintance with some of the people, and liked them. There was one man, however, who, although, attracted by his look despite its apparent sullenness, he had tried to draw him into conversation, seemed to avoid, almost to resent his advances. But one day as he was walking home, Stephen Kennedy overtook him, and saying he was going in his direction, walked alongside of him--to the pleasure of Donal, who loved all humanity, and especially the portion of it acquainted with hard work. He was a middle-sized young fellow, with a slouching walk, but a well shaped and well set head, and a not uncomely countenance. He was brown as sun and salt sea-winds could make him, and had very blue eyes and dark hair, telling of Norwegian ancestry. He lounged along with his hands in his pockets, as if he did not care to walk, yet got over the ground as fast as Donal, who, with yet some remnant of the peasant"s stride, covered the ground as if he meant walking. After their greeting a great and enduring silence fell, which lasted till the journey was half-way over; then all at once the fisherman spoke.
"There"s a la.s.s at the castel, sir," he said, "they ca" Eppy Comin."
"There is," answered Donal.
"Do ye ken the la.s.s, sir--to speak til her, I mean?"
"Surely," replied Donal. "I know her grandfather and grandmother well."
"Dacent fowk!" said Stephen.
"They are that!" responded Donal, "--as good people as I know!"
"Wud ye du them a guid turn?" asked the fisherman.
"Indeed I would!"