"How do you do, sir?" said Mrs. Forriner"s eyes and cap; her tongue moved not.
"Just come in town," pursued her husband; "and has come to take breakfast with us."
"Have you come in to stay, cousin? or are you going back again to the North?"
"I am not going back at present -- I am going to stay," said Winthrop.
The lady was standing up, waiting the instant arrival of breakfast, or not enough at ease in her mind to sit down. The table and room and furniture, though plain enough and even mean in their character, had notwithstanding a sufficient look of homely comfort.
"You didn"t like it up there where you were?" she went on, changing the places of things on the table with a dissatisfied air.
"Up where, ma"am?"
"O this is not Rufus, -- this is Winthrop, my dear," said Mr.
Forriner. "Cousin Winthrop has just come down from -- I forget -- from home. What does brother Landholm call his place, cousin?"
"We sometimes call it after our mountain, "Wut-a-qut-o.""
How sweet the syllables seemed in Winthrop"s lips!
"_What?_" put in the lady.
Winthrop repeated.
"I should never remember it. -- Then this is another cousin?"
she remarked to Mr. Forriner; -- "and not the one that was here before?"
"No, my dear. It is Rufus that is in the country up North somewhere -- Cousin Winthrop is coming here to be a lawyer, he tells me."
"Will you sit up, cousin?" said the lady somewhat dryly, after a minute"s pause, as her handmaid set a Britannia metal tea- pot on the board. The meaning of the request being that he should move his chair up to the table, Winthrop did so; for to do the family justice he had sat _down_ some time before.
"How will your mother do without you at home?" inquired Mrs.
Forriner, when she had successfully apportioned the milk and sugar in the cups.
"I have not been at home for three years past."
"Has she other sons with her?"
"Not another so old as myself."
"It"s pretty hard on her, aint it, to have her two eldest go off?"
"Where have you been these three years?" put in Uncle Forriner.
"At s.h.a.garack, sir."
"Ah! -- Brother Landholm is bringing up all his sons to be civilians, it seems."
Winthrop was not very clear what his questioner meant; but as it was probable Mr. Forriner himself was in the same condition of darkness, he refrained from asking.
"What"s at s.h.a.garack?" said Mrs. Forriner.
"A College, my dear."
"College! -- Have you just come to the city, cousin?"
"He caught cold in the rain last Tuesday and has been lying by ever since, and only got in town this morning."
"Have you got a place to stay?"
"Not yet, ma"am. I have been but two hours here."
"Well, you had better see to that the first thing, and come here and take dinner -- that"ll give you a chance. You"ll easily find what you want."
"Not this morning, I think, unless it is to be found very near by," said Winthrop; "for my feet would hardly carry me a hundred yards."
"You see, he"s weak yet," put in Mr. Forriner.
"Didn"t you walk here, cousin?" said the lady.
"Unfortunately, I did, ma"am; for I have not strength to walk anywhere else."
"O well, you can go up stairs and lie down and get some rest; you"ll be better by afternoon I dare say. Will you have another cup of tea?"
But Winthrop declined it.
"He don"t look right smart," said Mr. Forriner. "I reckon he"ll have to go to bed for a while. Cousin, if you"ll come up stairs, I"ll shew you a place where you can sleep."
They went up accordingly.
"Mr. Forriner --" called his wife from the bottom of the stairs when he and Winthrop had reached the top -- "Mr. Forriner! -- the _end_ room -- put him in the end room."
"Yes -- it isn"t very big, but you won"t mind that to take a nap in," said Mr. Forriner, opening the door and ushering Winthrop in.
Where he left him; and what secrets Winthrop"s pillow knew were known to none but his pillow. But the morning was not all lost in sleep; and home"s fair images did come most sweet about him before sleep came at all.
He was called to dinner, but chose sleep rather, and slept well all the afternoon. Towards evening he roused himself, and though feeling very little strength to boast of, he dressed himself and went out.
The day had changed. A warmer temperature had thawed off the thin sleet, and the pavements were drying. The rain-cloud of the morning was broken up and scattering hither and thither, and through the clefts of it the sun came blinking in upon the world. The light was pleasant upon the wet streets and the long stacks of building and the rolling clouds; and the change in the air was most soothing and mild after the morning"s harsh breath. Winthrop tasted and felt it as he walked up the street; but how can the outer world be enjoyed by a man to whom the world is all outer? It only quickened his sense of the necessity there was he should find another climate for his mind to live in. But his body was in no state to carry him about to make discoveries. He must care for that in the first place. After some inquiries and wandering about, he at last made his way into Bank St. and found an eating-house, very near the scene of his morning"s disaster. Winthrop had very few shillings to be extravagant with; he laid down two of them in exchange for a small mutton chop and some bread; and then, somewhat heartened, set out upon his travels again, crossing over to the west side of the city. He felt glad, as he went, that his mother -- and his little sister -- did not know at that moment how utterly alone and foundationless he and his undertaking were standing in the place he had chosen for the scene of his labours and the home of his future life. Yet he corrected himself. Not "foundationless," while his strong will stood unmoved and untouched by circ.u.mstance. Let that not be conquered, it would surely be conqueror, in the long run; and he determined it should have as long a run as was necessary.
He could not help the coming to his mind, as he slowly walked up Beaver St., of his mother"s recipe against disappointment, and the conversation had about it years before; and the words, "Whatsoever he doeth shall prosper," as Rufus"s voice had given them, came back fresh and with a moment"s singular doubt and yearning touching their faithfulness. Himself, in that flash of light, he saw to be weak, and not strong. What if it should be so indeed? "_Whatsoever he doeth_ -- SHALL PROSPER."
Upon the uncertainty of human things, upon the tumult of human difficulties and resolves, the words came like a strange breath of peace, from somewhere unknown, but felt to be a region of health and strength. Yet the qualifications to take the promise were not in Winthrop"s hand; to seek them seemed to be a one side of his purpose; he left them on one side, and went on.
He was bending his steps towards the meeting of Beaver and Little South Sts., the sole point of light which he knew in the city. It seemed to him that rather less of the sun"s cheer got into Diamond St. than anywhere else. Bank St. was a heartsome place in comparison. He made his way slowly up Beaver St. looking for Little South, and pa.s.sing what to him were a great many streets without finding that one. As he drew near still another, his eye was taken with a man standing on the sidewalk before the corner house; a tall, personable, clean-looking man; who on his part looked first steadily at Winthrop and then came down to meet him, laughing and holding out his hand before he got near.
"How do you do?" was his first cordial salutation. -- "It"s Mr.
Landholm! -- I knew it! -- I knew you, from your likeness to your brother. We"ve been looking for you. Come in, come in!
How is your brother, Mr. Landholm?"
Winthrop was taken by surprise and could hardly say.