The Squire told her.
"I was about their age then, and stood where they now stand," she observed, as she went into an inner room, and brought down a longish parchment-covered volume. "Oh, I now remember you perfectly well, Master Warrender," said she, turning over the pages, and evidently also forgetting how many years had rolled away since the Squire was Master Warrender. "You were a very good customer of ours, that you were, indeed. You had a good healthy appet.i.te: six dozen oranges, three dozen queencakes, a couple of dozen hot-cross buns for breakfast on one occasion. I suppose you didn"t eat them all yourself though. And now I see you left owing us a little account. It was no great matter; only fifteen and sixpence for cherries and strawberries."
"Sold, papa!" whispered Reginald, aside, and highly amused. "It is pleasant, however, to be able to pay off old scores."
"I fear that the account is too correct," said the Squire. "Let me see, how was it? Ah, I recollect--a wager, I am afraid. Cleveland and I.
We tried to see which could eat the most in a given time. Don"t you go and do such a silly thing though, Reginald, or I"ll disinherit you. He ought to have paid, for I beat him; but I ordered them. Well, I will pay you now with interest."
"Oh no, no, sir, thank you; I could not think of it," said the old lady.
However, as she said the words in a tone which evidently did not mean that she positively would not receive the amount, the Squire pulled out a sovereign, and handed it to her.
"There is the sum with interest--very small interest though," he observed. "I wish that I could pay all the debts of my younger days as easily."
The old lady was highly pleased, and promised to stand Reginald"s friend, and to give him good advice whenever he would come to her.
"And I wish, sir," said she, "that I could as easily get in all the debts owing to me."
Thereon the Squire took occasion to impress very strongly on his son the importance of not running into debt. "If you cannot pay for a thing, you should not get it," he remarked. "Never mind how much you may want it. You may fancy that you can pay some day; but before that day comes you will have wanted several other things, all of which have to be paid for out of this sum in prospect, which may possibly never come at all.
Then one person will press for payment, and then another, and then you will think that there can be no harm in borrowing, and the chances are that you become the slave of the person from whom you borrow. Take my advice, Reginald, keep out of debt and be free. I have spoken only of worldly-wise motives for keeping out of debt, but it is morally wrong-- it is dishonest. The Bible says, `Owe no man anything." That is right, depend on it. Some fellows fancy that it is fine and gentlemanly to run into debt, and that it is a spirited thing to bilk a tradesman. I think, and I am sure you will, that it is one of the most ungentlemanly and blackguardly things to deprive any man of his just rights, not to say unchristianlike and despicable."
This conversation took place as the Squire and his son were walking towards the school-house. They walked about the n.o.ble edifice, under the fine arched gateway, and beneath its venerable walls. Then they looked out upon the rich green meadows, and the avenue of lofty elms, and Reginald thought it a remarkably fine place, and began already to feel proud at being able to call himself an Eton boy. As the boys were still "up," that is, in school, the Squire proposed walking down the town to have a look at the Castle, and some of the old places on the way. As they were leaving the building, they met an old man with a vehicle loaded with tarts and buns, and cakes of all sorts. As they pa.s.sed close to him, he looked hard at the Squire, and said, "Beg pardon, sir, but I think I know you, sir, though it is a good many years since you ate any of my buns."
"And I am very certain that I know you, old fellow," answered the Squire, highly delighted. "You are Spankie himself, or I am very much mistaken."
"You are right, sir, the same, and that young gentleman is your son just come up here; I should have known him in a moment from his likeness to you," said old Spankie. "Never forget anybody I have once known. Now I think of it, were not you one of those young gentlemen who played the trick to Mr Fowler, I think it was, or one of the masters of his time?
What a good joke it was! Ha, ha, ha!"
"What joke do you mean?" asked the Squire. "I remember no good joke that I ever played. I am afraid that I had not wits enough."
"I"ll tell you, sir; if you were not one of them, it was somebody else,"
answered old Spankie, who probably knew that well enough, but wanted to tell a good story to gain time that he might find out, if possible, who the old Etonian was--a fact of which he was in reality perfectly ignorant. "Two of the young gentlemen, tall big lads for their ages, took it into their heads to dress up as foreigners of distinction, with moustaches and beards, and corked eyebrows, and spectacles, and large shirt-collars, with no end of gold chains, and such flash waistcoats, all of satin, and covered over with green and yellow and pink flowers.
One was a Greek prince, and the other a Polish count, travelling for the improvement of their own mind, and with the intention of establishing a great public school like Eton in Greece or Turkey, or some outlandish place or other. Well, there they were walking arm in arm through the High Street, looking into the shops and around them on every side, and stopping to admire the prospect whenever there was a prospect to admire, just for all the world like strangers who had never seen the place before. They caught sight of Mr Fowler coming along; so says one to the other, `Let"s sell him, and make him show us over the place."
`Agreed," answers the other. They had been keeping up all their airs, and they knew that he had seen them, so they marched boldly up to him, and making him a polite bow, says one of them, `Saire, I see dat you are one academic gentleman, and if you will be kind to two strangers vill you have de great goodness to show us over dis grand, dis magnificent town?" Mr Fowler, who was born and bred in Eton, and was very proud of it, was highly delighted, and said that he would have the greatest pleasure in doing what they wished. They knew that, and so they knew when to lay it on the thickest. And so didn"t they just praise the place and the masters, and everything they saw, and a great deal they said that they had heard, till he was quite beside himself. Then they began talking Greek and Latin to him, and if he hadn"t been so pleased he would have found them out. Then they asked all sorts of questions about the school, and he promised to write out all the rules and regulations, and the whole plan on which it was conducted, and a good deal of its history, and all his own ideas about founding a school. The more inclined they found him to write, the more questions requiring answers they plied him with; and ever after they boasted of the long imposition they had set him. They gave him an address of a friend of theirs in London, and begged him to send what he had written there. He did send it, and they got it too, and they used to show his lucubrations with no little pride, and all he had said about the school. He would have been in a rage had he found them out. They asked to see one of the houses just as they were pa.s.sing their own tutor"s, with whom they knew he was intimate, and they actually made him show them their own rooms.
It was a wonder they were not discovered, for there on the table in one of the rooms was a wig and a false pair of moustaches. They hurried out in a great fright, saying that they did not think it was right to intrude on the privacy of any young students. At last, when they had pretty well walked Mr Fowler off his legs, and got tired themselves, they wished him good-bye, with a profusion of thanks, and betook themselves to the Christopher. They had invited him to dine with them at an hour they knew he could not come--not but what they would have been very happy to see him, but they thought the risk was too great--he might have found them out eating. They had a jolly good dinner at the Christopher, and then they paid their bill and waited till dark, when they pulled off their moustaches and beards, and put on pea-coats, slipping out un.o.bserved, and so got back safe to their rooms. One of them told me all about it afterwards, and I couldn"t help thinking you was him, sir."
The Squire was milch amused, and encouraged old Spankie to continue his narrations.
"Well, sir, if it wasn"t you sold Mr Fowler so cleverly, it surely was you who got up the great donkey race on the Slough road, just outside Eton."
"Suppose it was me, or suppose it was not, just do you tell my boy here all about it. I like to hear you speak of old times," answered the Squire.
"Well, sir, the young gentlemen got hold of two fine donkeys, and turned out in regular jockey costume,--caps, silk jackets, top boots, and all.
Great swells they looked, and there was no end of boys went out to see them. The whole road was full for a mile or more. A course was formed, and off they set; but donkeys never will run when you want them, or, rather, they always will run when you don"t want them. As ill-luck would have it, who should come by but the Doctor. He wasn"t a man a bit less than the present to play a joke with. What should one of the racers do but run right against his carriage, and make the horses kick and rear, and, in spite of all the unhappy jockey could do, he couldn"t get him away. The Doctor just saw who they were, and though it may be supposed he was in a towering rage, says he quietly enough, `Go to your tutors and report yourselves, and come to me this evening." Of course they knew that they would get flogged, and so one of them provided himself with a pair of wicket-keeping gloves, and went in quite boldly.
`It"s my duty to flog you," says the Doctor--`strip." `It"s my duty to save my skin," says the young gentleman, putting on his gloves quite deliberately; and when the Doctor began, he warded off all the cuts till the master grew weary. Then he handed them to his friend, who put them on and saved himself in the same way. Of course they got all the credit of being flogged, and were laughed at for their pains, till they told how they had saved themselves with their cricketing gloves."
"Tell that story to the marines," said the Squire. "However, I dare say some of it is true enough; but I wasn"t one of the jockeys, and I wouldn"t advise my son to imitate them either. However, old friend, I like to hear you talk of bygone days, and here"s a five shilling piece.
Let my son take it out in buns and tarts when he has a mind to do so."
"Thank ye, sir, thank ye," said old Spankie, and the Squire walked on, knowing that he had secured another friend for Reginald. They hurried on to Windsor Castle, which had been much altered and beautified since the Squire had seen it, and certainly, rising up as it does from its richly-green forest, with its terraces and towers, it has a peculiarly handsome and regal appearance. When they got back, the boys were just coming out from two o"clock absence, and were running off to their dames" and tutors" houses. The Squire looked narrowly at them as they pa.s.sed, to try and find the sons of any of his acquaintance who might be there. Had he written to ascertain the houses they belonged to, he would easily have discovered them. Suddenly Reginald left his father"s side, and ran after a boy whose hand he seized and wrung warmly.
"What, Warrender, are you come here?" asked his friend.
"Indeed I am," answered Reginald; "but I had no notion that you were here, Power. How very fortunate I am to find you! But come along, I"ll introduce you to my father. He"ll want you to dine with us."
Of course Power was nothing loth to accept the invitation. He had come up just in time, before he was too old, and had at once taken a fair standing in the school, being in the upper division of the Fourth Form, and about to go into the lower remove. He was, too, in Reginald"s own house, which was a very great satisfaction. The Squire at length found out the son of a friend of his--young Anson, and invited him to join his dinner-party at the Christopher. As he wanted to see the cricketing and boating in the afternoon, he had ordered dinner early; and, saying he might not exactly know what Eton boys of the present day liked, he had left the selection of the dishes to the landlord. A very merry party they were seated round the dinner-table at the Christopher, and ample justice did they all do to the dinner provided. The Squire wished to give the boys the best of everything, so he ordered champagne and claret.
"Wine?" said Anson, looking at Power.
The latter nodded, and with due gravity they hobn.o.bbed together, tossing off the sparkling contents of their tall gla.s.ses.
"Very good wine they give at the Christopher," observed Anson to the Squire; "in my opinion, this Chateau Margaux claret is about as first-rate tipple as one finds anywhere."
"I fancied their Lafitte was better, and ordered it accordingly,"
answered the Squire, much amused at his young friend"s remarks.
"Oh, certainly, I am very glad of that," quickly replied Anson. "The fact is, I had not tasted their Lafitte, and supposed that they could have nothing better than their Chateau Margaux."
"Try this, then," said the Squire, pushing a bottle of freshly-decanted claret towards him; "say what you think of it."
"Perfect nectar," answered the young gentleman, smacking his lips.
"This beats the other hollow. I must row mine host for not giving us his best wine the last time I dined with my uncle here."
"We were not so particular in my days," observed the Squire; "good honest port and sherry sufficed us. But I tell you what, lads, stick to the light wines, and a moderate quant.i.ty of them will do you no harm; but eschew spirits-and-water, or spirits in any shape, as you would poison, and when you drink beer, don"t go swilling away huge quant.i.ties, as I see some fellows doing, as if their insides were mere tuns made to hold liquor. Just look at the great, fat, pursy, bloated fellows you often meet, and think how you would like to become as they are. Well, they brought themselves to that state by swilling beer and spirits-and-water. Others have sent themselves to their graves by the same means, and others, though not pursy, have lost their health and stamina, and spirits, and are burdens to themselves, and useless in the world."
Reginald used to say of his father that he did not preach much, but that he had a wonderful way of bringing in good advice, and sugaring it at the same time. In the present instance he was washing down a temperance harangue with champagne and claret. He knew that his advice would much more likely be taken than if he had ordered toast-and-water and small beer for dinner.
In very good humour with themselves, with the world in general, and with Eton in particular, which Reginald thought a first-rate place indeed, they sallied forth into the playing-fields, where several cricket matches were going on. One, Oppidans against Collegers, excited most interest, because there always is, though there ought not to be, a good deal of party-feeling between the collegers, the boys on the foundation, and those who are not; the latter, who are more frequently sons of men of wealth and influence, looking down upon those who have gained their position by their talents and industry. The broad smooth green meadows, with the fine grey school buildings, and their magnificent trees rising up behind them, presented a very gay and animated appearance. Numbers of boys in their picturesque cricketing costumes were lying about in all directions--England"s nerve and spirit, and head and heart--those who were hereafter to head her armies and guide her councils. Little wotted they then of the destinies in store for some of them. A stranger might have said, as he saw their active forms bounding here and there--There is England"s bone and muscle. So there was, but that is to be found rather in her wide fields, in her mines, her coal-pits, on her broad quays, in her manufactories, in her towns, and on her railroads. The different games were sufficiently apart, so as not to interfere with each other. Round each of the scorers knots of amateurs were collected, watching the game with intense interest, and applauding or condemning, as each hit was well or ill made or fielded. At a respectful distance from the wide-flying b.a.l.l.s, a number of ladies, and children, and nurses, and other spectators, wandered about admiring the play or the cricketers.
"Come along here," said Power to the Squire and Reginald, as he led them up to one of the best spots for witnessing the sport; "it"s a hard-run game--well hit, Hawkins--beautifully run!--he"s my tutor"s pupil--the others will have hard work to get him out--I"ve known him score twice as many as any other fellow in the eleven--bravo, Langdale!--a first-rate hit--well fielded, too--he"ll get caught out though--he often does--he hits too wildly."
So Power ran on. The Squire at once entered into the spirit of the game. He clapped his hands as enthusiastically as any boy. "Capitally hit!--Smartly run!" he shouted. "Reggie, my boy, I wish that you were playing. Well done! Who is that tall fellow with the light hair? He caught out Langdale in fine style. You said he would be caught out."
"Oh, that"s Gull, an Oppidan," answered Power; "he"s one of their best fielders. Who is going in next, I wonder? Beaumont, I see. Ah, he"s one of our crack players."
"Beautiful! beautiful!" shouted the Squire, as other hits were made.
"Capital--first-rate--bravo--bravo--well run--a superb hit!"
His animated remarks soon drew the attention of the boys towards him.
When they heard from Anson that he was an old Etonian, they regarded him with a respect he might not otherwise have obtained, and all were eager to show him any attention in their power. They went on end had a look at the other games, and at last the hour came when it was necessary for the Squire to turn his steps towards the station. He had also on his way there to introduce Reginald to his tutor, Mr Lindsay. Old Spankie had been looking out for them. He had seen Power with him, and thus learned his name and all about him.
"Ah, Mr Warrender," quoth the man of buns and tarts; "it"s a great pleasure to feel that you remembered me, as well as I remembered you.
The moment I set my eyes on that young gentleman, I was certain that he was your son. If he had come alone, I should have known that his name was Warrender."
This a.s.sertion was even more than the Squire could well swallow.
"I used to find your buns more digestible than your word; I hope they are so now," he answered, laughing.