For now Evan"s education taught him to feel that he was at his lowest degree. Never now could Rose stoop to him. He carried the shop on his back. She saw the brand of it on his forehead. Well! and what was Rose to him, beyond a blissful memory, a star that he had once touched?
Self-love kept him strong by day, but in the darkness of night came his misery; wakening from tender dreams, he would find his heart sinking under a horrible pressure, and then the fair fresh face of Rose swam over him; the hours of Beckley were revived; with intolerable anguish he saw that she was blameless--that he alone was to blame. Yet worse was it when his closed eyelids refused to conjure up the sorrowful lovely nightmare, and he lay like one in a trance, entombed-wretched Pagan!
feeling all that had been blindly; when the Past lay beside him like a corpse that he had slain.
These nightly torments helped him to brave what the morning brought.
Insensibly also, as Time hardened his sufferings, Evan asked himself what the shame of his position consisted in. He grew stiff-necked. His Pagan virtues stood up one by one to support him. Andrew, courageously evading the interdict that forbade him to visit Evan, would meet him by appointment at City taverns, and flatly offered him a place in the Brewery. Evan declined it, on the pretext that, having received Old Tom"s money for the year, he must at least work out that term according to the conditions. Andrew fumed and sneered at Tailordom. Evan said that there was peace in Mr. Goren"s shop. His sharp senses discerned in Andrew"s sneer a certain sincerity, and he revolted against it. Mr John Raikes, too, burlesqued Society so well, that he had the satisfaction of laughing at his enemy occasionally. The latter gentleman was still a pensioner, flying about town with the Countess de Saldar, in deadly fear lest that fascinating lady should discover the seat of his fortune; happy, notwithstanding. In the mirror of Evan"s little world, he beheld the great one from which he was banished.
Now the dusk of a winter"s afternoon was closing over London, when a carriage drew up in front of Mr. Goren"s shop, out of which, to Mr.
Goren"s chagrin, a lady stepped, with her veil down. The lady entered, and said that she wished to speak to Mr. Harrington. Mr. Goren made way for her to his pupil; and was amazed to see her fall into his arms, and hardly gratified to hear her say: "Pardon me, darling, for coming to you in this place."
Evan asked permission to occupy the parlour.
"My place," said Mr. Goren, with humble severity, over his spectacles, "is very poor. Such as it is, it is at the lady"s service."
Alone with her, Evan was about to ease his own feelings by remarking to the effect that Mr. Goren was human like the rest of us, but Caroline cried, with unwonted vivacity:
"Yes, yes, I know; but I thought only of you. I have such news for you!
You will and must pardon my coming--that"s my first thought, sensitive darling that you are!" She kissed him fondly. "Juliana Bonner is in town, staying with us!"
"Is that your news?" asked Evan, pressing her against his breast.
"No, dear love--but still! You have no idea what her fortune--Mrs.
Bonner has died and left her--but I mustn"t tell you. Oh, my darling!
how she admires you! She--she could recompense you; if you would!
We will put that by, for the present. Dear! the Duke has begged you, through me, to accept--I think it "s to be a sort of bailiff to his estates--I don"t know rightly. It"s a very honourable post, that gentlemen take: and the income you are to have, Evan, will be near a thousand a year. Now, what do I deserve for my news?"
She put up her mouth for another kiss, out of breath.
"True?" looked Evan"s eyes.
"True!" she said, smiling, and feasting on his bewilderment.
After the bubbling in his brain had a little subsided, Evan breathed as a man on whom fresh air is blown. Were not these tidings of release?
His ridiculous pride must nevertheless inquire whether Caroline had been begging this for him.
"No, dear--indeed!" Caroline a.s.serted with more than natural vehemence.
"It"s something that you yourself have done that has pleased him. I don"t know what. Only he says, he believes you are a man to be trusted with the keys of anything--and so you are. You are to call on him to-morrow. Will you?"
While Evan was replying, her face became white. She had heard the Major"s voice in the shop. His military step advanced, and Caroline, exclaiming, "Don"t let me see him!" bustled to a door. Evan nodded, and she slipped through. The next moment he was facing the stiff marine.
"Well, young man," the Major commenced, and, seating himself, added, "be seated. I want to talk to you seriously, sir. You didn"t think fit to wait till I had done with the Directors today. You"re devilishly out in your discipline, whatever you are at two and two. I suppose there"s no fear of being intruded on here? None of your acquaintances likely to be introducing themselves to me?"
"There is not one that I would introduce to you," said Evan.
The Major nodded a brief recognition of the compliment, and then, throwing his back against the chair, fired out: "Come, sir, is this your doing?"
In military phrase, Evan now changed front. His first thought had been that the Major had come for his wife. He perceived that he himself was the special object of his visitation.
"I must ask you what you allude to," he answered.
"You are not at your office, but you will speak to me as if there was some distinction between us," said the Major. "My having married your sister does not reduce me to the ranks, I hope."
The Major drummed his knuckles on the table, after this impressive delivery.
"Hem!" he resumed. "Now, sir, understand, before you speak a word, that I can see through any number of infernal lies. I see that you"re prepared for prevarication. By George! it shall come out of you, if I get it by main force. The Duke compelled me to give you that appointment in my Company. Now, sir, did you, or did you not, go to him and deliberately state to him that you believed the affairs of the Company to be in a bad condition--infamously handled, likely to involve his honour as a gentleman? I ask you, sir, did you do this, or did you not do it?"
Evan waited till the sharp rattle of the Major"s close had quieted.
"If I am to answer the wording of your statement, I may say that I did not."
"Very good; very good; that will do. Are you aware that the Duke has sent in his resignation as a Director of our Company?"
"I hear of it first from you."
"Confound your familiarity!" cried the irritable officer, rising. "Am I always to be told that I married your sister? Address me, sir, as becomes your duty."
Evan heard the words "beggarly tailor" mumbled "out of the gutters," and "cursed connection." He stood in the att.i.tude of attention, while the Major continued:
"Now, young man, listen to these facts. You came to me this day last week, and complained that you did not comprehend some of our transactions and affairs. I explained them to your d.a.m.ned stupidity. You went away. Three days after that, you had an interview with the Duke.
Stop, sir! What the devil do you mean by daring to speak while I am speaking? You saw the Duke, I say. Now, what took place at that interview?"
The Major tried to tower over Evan powerfully, as he put this query.
They were of a common height, and to do so, he had to rise on his toes, so that the effect was but momentary.
"I think I am not bound to reply," said Evan.
"Very well, sir; that will do." The Major"s fingers were evidently itching for an absent rattan. "Confess it or not, you are dismissed from your post. Do you hear? You are kicked in the street. A beggarly tailor you were born, and a beggarly tailor you will die."
"I must beg you to stop, now," said Evan. "I told you that I was not bound to reply: but I will. If you will sit down, Major Strike, you shall hear what you wish to know."
This being presently complied with, though not before a glare of the Major"s eyes had shown his doubt whether it might not be construed into insolence, Evan pursued:
"I came to you and informed you that I could not reconcile the cash-accounts of the Company, and that certain of the later proceedings appeared to me to jeopardize its prosperity. Your explanations did not satisfy me. I admit that you enjoined me to be silent. But the Duke, as a Director, had as strong a right to claim me as his servant, and when he questioned me as to the position of the Company, I told him what I thought, just as I had told you."
"You told him we were jobbers and swindlers, sir!"
"The Duke inquired of me whether I would, under the circ.u.mstances, while proceedings were going on which I did not approve of, take the responsibility of allowing my name to remain--"
"Ha! ha! ha!" the Major burst out. This was too good a joke. The name of a miserable young tailor!" Go on, sir, go on!" He swallowed his laughter like oil on his rage.
"I have said sufficient."
Jumping up, the Major swore by the Lord, that he had said sufficient.
"Now, look you here, young man." He squared his finger before Evan, eyeing him under a hard frown, "You have been playing your game again, as you did down at that place in Hampshire. I heard of it--deserved to be shot, by heaven! You think you have got hold of the Duke, and you throw me over. You imagine, I dare say, that I will allow my wife to be talked about to further your interests--you self-seeking young dog! As long as he lent the Company his name, I permitted a great many things.
Do you think me a blind idiot, sir? But now she must learn to be satisfied with people who "ve got no t.i.tles, or carriages, and who can"t give hundred guinea compliments. You"re all of a piece-a set of..."
The Major paused, for half a word was on his mouth which had drawn lightning to Evan"s eyes.