"Sad fellows we soldiers in our young days!" observed the Corporal with a wink. "No, Squire Walter"s a good young man, a pride to his uncle!"
"So," said the pedestrian, "they are not forced to keep up a large establishment and ruin themselves by a retinue of servants?--Corporal, the jug."
"Nay!" said Peter, "Squire Lester"s gate is always open to the poor; but as for shew, he leaves that to my lord at the castle."
"The castle, where"s that?"
"About six miles off, you"ve heard of my Lord--, I"ll swear."
"Ah, to be sure, a courtier. But who else lives about here? I mean, who are the princ.i.p.al persons, barring the Corporal and yourself, Mr.
Eelpry--I think our friend here calls you."
"Dealtry, Peter Dealtry, Sir, is my name.--Why the most noticeable man, you must know, is a great scholard, a wonderfully learned man; there yonder, you may just catch a glimpse of the tall what-d"ye-call-it he has built out on the top of his house, that he may get nearer to the stars. He has got gla.s.ses by which I"ve heard that you may see the people in the moon walking on their heads; but I can"t say as I believe all I hear."
"You are too sensible for that, I"m sure. But this scholar, I suppose, is not very rich; learning does not clothe men now-a-days--eh, Corporal?"
"And why should it? Zounds! can it teach a man how to defend his country? Old England wants soldiers, and be d--d to them! But the man"s well enough, I must own, civil, modest--"
"And not by no means a beggar," added Peter; "he gave as much to the poor last winter as the Squire himself."
"Indeed!" said the Stranger, "this scholar is rich then?"
"So, so; neither one nor t"other. But if he were as rich as my lord, he could not be more respected; the greatest folks in the country come in their carriages and four to see him. Lord bless you, there is not a name more talked on in the whole county than Eugene Aram."
"What!" cried the Traveller, his countenance changing as he sprung from his seat; "what!--Aram!--did you say Aram? Great G.o.d! how strange!"
Peter, not a little startled by the abruptness and vehemence of his guest, stared at him with open mouth, and even the Corporal took his pipe involuntarily from his lips.
"What!" said the former, "you know him, do you? you"ve heard of him, eh?"
The Stranger did not reply, he seemed lost in a reverie; he muttered inaudible words between his teeth; now he strode two steps forward, clenching his hands; now smiled grimly; and then returning to his seat, threw himself on it, still in silence. The soldier and the clerk exchanged looks, and now outspake the Corporal.
"Rum tantrums! What the devil, did the man eat your grandmother?"
Roused perhaps by so pertinent and sensible a question, the Stranger lifted his head from his breast, and said with a forced smile, "You have done me, without knowing it, a great kindness, my friend. Eugene Aram was an early and intimate acquaintance of mine: we have not met for many years. I never guessed that he lived in these parts: indeed I did not know where he resided. I am truly glad to think I have lighted upon him thus unexpectedly."
"What! you did not know where he lived? Well! I thought all the world knew that! Why, men from the univarsities have come all the way, merely to look at the spot."
"Very likely," returned the Stranger; "but I am not a learned man myself, and what is celebrity in one set is obscurity in another.
Besides, I have never been in this part of the world before!"
Peter was about to reply, when he heard the shrill voice of his wife behind.
"Why don"t you rise, Mr. Lazyboots? Where are your eyes? Don"t you see the young ladies."
Dealtry"s hat was off in an instant,--the stiff Corporal rose like a musquet; the Stranger would have kept his seat, but Dealtry gave him an admonitory tug by the collar; accordingly he rose, muttering a hasty oath, which certainly died on his lips when he saw the cause which had thus constrained him into courtesy.
Through a little gate close by Peter"s house Madeline and her sister had just pa.s.sed on their evening walk, and with the kind familiarity for which they were both noted, they had stopped to salute the landlady of the Spotted Dog, as she now, her labours done, sat by the threshold, within hearing of the convivial group, and plaiting straw. The whole family of Lester were so beloved, that we question whether my Lord himself, as the great n.o.bleman of the place was always called, (as if there were only one lord in the peerage,) would have obtained the same degree of respect that was always lavished upon them.
"Don"t let us disturb you, good people," said Ellinor, as they now moved towards the boon companions, when her eye suddenly falling on the Stranger, she stopped short. There was something in his appearance, and especially in the expression of his countenance at that moment, which no one could have marked for the first time without apprehension and distrust: and it was so seldom that, in that retired spot, the young ladies encountered even one unfamiliar face, that the effect the stranger"s appearance might have produced on any one, might well be increased for them to a startling and painful degree. The Traveller saw at once the sensation he had created: his brow lowered; and the same unpleasing smile, or rather sneer, that we have noted before, distorted his lip, as he made with affected humility his obeisance.
"How!--a stranger!" said Madeline, sharing, though in a less degree, the feelings of her sister; and then, after a pause, she said, as she glanced over his garb, "not in distress, I hope."
"No, Madam!" said the stranger, "if by distress is meant beggary. I am in all respects perhaps better than I seem."
There was a general t.i.tter from the Corporal, my host, and his wife, at the Traveller"s semi-jest at his own unprepossessing appearance: but Madeline, a little disconcerted, bowed hastily, and drew her sister away.
"A proud quean!" said the Stranger, as he re-seated himself, and watched the sisters gliding across the green.
All mouths were opened against him immediately. He found it no easy matter to make his peace; and before he had quite done it, he called for his bill, and rose to depart.
"Well!" said he, as he tendered his hand to the Corporal, "we may meet again, and enjoy together some more of your good stories. Meanwhile, which is my way to this--this--this famous scholar"s--Ehem?"
"Why," quoth Peter, "you saw the direction in which the young ladies went; you must take the same. Cross the stile you will find at the right--wind along the foot of the hill for about three parts of a mile, and you will then see in the middle of a broad plain, a lonely grey house with a thingumebob at the top; a servatory they call it. That"s Master Aram"s."
"Thank you."
"And a very pretty walk it is too," said the Dame, "the prettiest hereabouts to my liking, till you get to the house at least; and so the young ladies think, for it"s their usual walk every evening!"
"Humph,--then I may meet them."
"Well, and if you do, make yourself look as Christian-like as you can,"
retorted the hostess.
There was a second grin at the ill-favoured Traveller"s expense, amidst which he went his way.
"An odd chap!" said Peter, looking after the st.u.r.dy form of the Traveller. "I wonder what he is; he seems well edicated--makes use of good words."
"What sinnifies?" said the Corporal, who felt a sort of fellow-feeling for his new acquaintance"s brusquerie of manner;--"what sinnifies what he is. Served his country,--that"s enough;--never told me, by the by, his regiment;--set me a talking, and let out nothing himself;--old soldier every inch of him!"
"He can take care of number one," said Peter. "How he emptied the jug; and my stars! what an appet.i.te!"
"Tush," said the Corporal, "hold jaw. Man of the world--man of the world,--that"s clear."
CHAPTER III.
A DIALOGUE AND AN ALARM.--A STUDENT"S HOUSE.
"A fellow by the hand of Nature marked, Quoted, and signed, to do a deed of shame."
--Shakspeare.--King John.
"He is a scholar, if a man may trust The liberal voice of Fame, in her report.
Myself was once a student, and indeed Fed with the self-same humour he is now."
--Ben Jonson.--Every Man in his Humour.