PART ONE, CHAPTER FIVE.
ONE OF THE BOYS.
"Mr Mallow seemed displeased with Mr Cyril," thought Sage Portlock, as she went on with her duties. "He must have done something to annoy his father."
Her thoughts left the subject the next moment, as she casually glanced at the window, through which the sun was streaming, for it was one of those glorious days when the dying year seems to flicker up, as it were, into a hectic glow, and for the time being it seems as if summer has come again.
In the schoolroom there was the busy hum of some sixty girls, reading, repeating, answering questions, and keeping up that eternal whispering which it is so hard to check, and the sun"s rays as they streamed across the room made broad, bold bars full of dancing dust. Outside there was the pleasant country, and, in spite of herself, the thoughts of the young mistress strayed away a couple of miles to her home, where on such a day she knew that they would be busy gathering the late apples, those great, red-streaked fellows, which would be laid in the rack and covered with straw till Christmas. The great baking-pear tree, too, would be yielding its bushels of heavy hard fruit, and the big medlar tree down by the gate--she seemed to see it, as she thought--would be one blaze of orange and red and russet gold.
It would be delicious, she thought, to run home at once instead of being busy there; but the next moment a calm, satisfied smile came across her face, as she recalled the long tedious days she had pa.s.sed the year before at Westminster, and began thinking and wondering about some one else.
"I wonder how he is getting on?" she thought; "and whether he will get one of the highest certificates. He tries so hard, I should think it is almost certain."
There was a pause here--a busy pause, during which a change of duty was inst.i.tuted in two or three cla.s.ses; but Sage Portlock"s thoughts went back soon after, in spite of herself, to the progress of Luke Ross at the London training college.
As she thought her cheeks reddened slightly, and she could not help recalling the spiteful words of the old master; and, as thoughts will, hers bounded on ahead faster and faster, till in effect she did see the day when her old friend and companion would be settled at Lawford, and perhaps a closer connection than that of master and mistress of the schools have come to pa.s.s.
Meanwhile the look of displeasure upon the Rev Eli Mallow"s countenance had grown deeper and more marked as he walked away from the school with his son, and angry words had taken place.
"Why, what nonsense, father!" exclaimed the young man. "I heard that you had just entered the schoolroom, and I followed to speak to you, that"s all; and here you turn rusty about it. Hang it all, a fellow comes home for a little peace, and the place is made miserable."
"By you, Cyril," retorted his father, sharply. "Home is a calm and peaceful place till you come back, and then--I grieve to say it--trouble is sure to begin."
"Why, what have I done now?"
"Done?" said his father, bitterly, as they walked up the long town street. "Why, given up another chance in life. Here, at the expense of a thousand pounds, you are started upon this Australian expedition, to become a settler, but at the end of two years you are back home, with the money gone, and as unsettled as ever."
"Well, we had all that over last night and the night before. You need not bring it up again. That is not why you have turned rusty," said the young man, sulkily.
"I think I will ask you to speak respectfully to me, Cyril," said his father, with dignity.
"Respectfully!" said Cyril, with a mocking laugh. "Why, I"m behaving wonderfully. If I had stayed out at the sheep farm for another year I should have been a perfect boor."
"And I must request, finally, that you interfere no more in any of the parish matters."
"Well, who has interfered, father?"
"To put it plainly, then, my boy, I insist upon your keeping away from that school."
"And for goodness" sake, father, why?"
"I will tell you," said the old clergyman, with no small show of excitement. "I have been reviled this morning, and accused of being wanting in duty, especially in the management of my sons."
"Who dared to be so insolent?" cried the young man.
"I was compared to Eli of old, my boy; and I fear only too justly."
"Let"s see; Eli"s sons were very naughty boys, weren"t they?" said the young man, laughing.
"Silence, sir!" cried his father, flushing; "these are not matters for your idle jests. I acknowledge that, for your poor mother"s sake, I have given way, and been weak and indulgent to the boy she, poor invalid, has ever worshipped; but the time has come now for me to make a stand, ere worse befall our house."
"Why, father, what do you mean?"
"This, my son," cried the old clergyman, sternly. "You left home two years ago, wild and fighting against restraint. You have come back now rougher in your ways--"
"No wonder. You should have led such a life as I have amongst sheep farmers and roughs, and you wouldn"t wonder at my ways."
"And far less amenable to discipline."
"Why, what do you want, father?" cried the young man, impatiently.
"Strict obedience in all things, but more especially in those where any lapse might reflect upon my conduct as the clergyman of this parish."
"Why, of course, father--what do you suppose a fellow is going to do?"
"Do you think I"m blind, Cyril?" said his father, sternly.
"Not I, father. Why do you ask?"
"Answer me this question. Why did you follow me to the school?"
"To have a chat with you. It was precious dull at home."
"Very. It must be," said the old clergyman, ironically. "You have been away from home two years, and after a few days" return, its calm and peaceful life is found dull."
"Well, so it is; plaguy dull."
"Your mother has been confined to her couch ever since Cynthia was born, Cyril. I have never yet heard her complain of home being dull, or repine at her lot."
"Ah, well, I know all that! Poor mamma!" exclaimed the young man.
"And you make that pitiful excuse to me, Cyril," cried his father: "you stoop to deceit already."
"Who does?" cried the young man fiercely.
"You do, sir, and I tell you this shall not be. Sage Portlock is a pure, sweet-minded girl, in whom both your sisters and I take the greatest interest; and I tell you that, if not engaged, there is already a very great intimacy existing between her and Luke Ross."
"Phew!" whistled Cyril. "What, that young prig of a fellow! I say, father, he"s turning schoolmaster, isn"t he?"
"It is settled that he shall succeed Mr Bone as soon as he has finished his training," said Mr Mallow, quietly.
"Poor old Bone!--dry Bone, as we used to call him, because he was such a thirsty soul. And so Luke Ross is to be the new man, eh? I congratulate Lawford," he added, with a sneer.
"You have never liked Luke Ross since he gave you so sound a thrashing,"
said his father, quietly.
"He? Thrash me? Absurd, father! Pooh! the fellow is beneath my notice."
"I think we understand each other now," said Mr Mallow, with quiet firmness. "While you stay here, Cyril, there is to be no trifling with any one. You can share our home for the present--that is, until you obtain some engagement."