"To that, sir, I have no answer, save that I would not spend it till the last extremity."
"Hum! How old are you?"
"Somewhat past seventeen, sir."
"Just the age of our Roger," said the lady.
"And what"s your name?"
At this I hesitated. I could not be more than thirty miles from Shrewsbury, and if I told my name perchance it might travel back, and I was in no mind to have my mischances retailed in the town.
The gentleman saw my hesitation.
"Well, well," he said, "no matter for that. You have run away, eh?"
"No, sir. I have no relatives, and I came with full consent of my friends."
"And what think you to do at Bristowe? Have you friends there?"
"No, sir. I purposed to find employment on a ship."
"The old story!" quoth the gentleman with a grunt. Then, with a shrewd look at me, he said: "Contra mercator, novem jactantibus austris."
"Militia est potior," I said, capping his tag from Flaccus" first satire, without reflecting whereto he was luring me.
"I knew it!" he cried, waving his pipe triumphantly at his wife.
"And you haven"t run away from school?"
"Indeed I have not, sir. I left school some months ago."
The lady smiled at his crestfallen look. It was plain that, in talking over myself and my situation, he had declared with the positiveness which I found was part of his character, that I had fallen into some trouble at school and fled the consequences.
There was a brief silence; then he said:
"You spoke of work. What can you do?"
"Little enough, sir," I replied. "But I lived for some years on a farm, and could do something in that kind."
Husband and wife glanced at each other, and the gentleman said:
"Well, well, go downstairs now; presently I will send for you again."
I went down, and found my way, by the back of the house, the door standing open, into the garden. I had not taken more than half a dozen paces down the middle path when a big dog of the retriever kind came barking towards me. Stooping down, I patted his head and tickled his ears, a thing which all animals love, and then went on, the dog trotting by my side in most friendly wise.
And at a turn of the walk I came without warning upon the girl who had interposed to save me from a thrashing and had then gone scornfully away, thinking me a liar. The consciousness of my ridiculous appearance rushed upon me in a flood, and, having but small experience of womankind save as represented by Mistress Pennyquick and our maids, I must stand stock still, red to the roots of my hair.
The girl had been walking towards me, swinging by its riband a garden hat, for the air was hot. The dog ran to her, with a bark that might have been of rea.s.surance. She stopped, and, with a pretty shyness far short of embarra.s.sment, said:
"Are you better now, poor man?"
I mumbled something, I know not what, and she smiled and pa.s.sed on.
Then I felt I would have given anything to live that moment again.
"Dolt! Fool! Jacka.s.s!" I called myself. "What a baby she must think me! "Poor man!" she said. Good heavens! Does she think I am forty?"
And thus fuming at my tongue-tied awkwardness, I went along the path.
I walked up and down for some time, and was still pacing along with my back to the house, when I heard a light footstep behind me, and for a foolish moment fancied it was the girl whose aspect and kind words had lately put me in such a commotion. But on turning about, I felt relief and disappointment mingled (the disappointment was, I think, the greater) to see that it was only Susan.
"Measter wants tha," she said.
I stepped along in silence beside her, she taking three steps for my one, and giggling to sicken a man.
"Tha"lt never get a sweetheart," she said by and by.
"Oh! and why not?" I asked.
""Cos tha"rt such a great big feller," she said.
"What in the name of all that"s wonderful has that to do with it?"
The minx looked archly up into my face.
"Tha"rt too high for a maid to kiss," says she.
To this I made no answer, being no whit inclined to bandy words with this pert young housemaid. And so we came to the house.
"We have been considering your case," said the master, when I again stood before him. "Are you still set on going to Bristowe?"
"Truly, sir, I have seen nought to change my mind."
"You know you are miles out of your road?"
""Tis through coming over the fields," I said.
"Well, if you are bent upon it, I will furnish you with money enough to take you there, and trust to you to repay me in good time."
""Tis good of you, sir," I said, guessing, and not wrongly, I think, at whose persuasion he made that offer.
Then I was silent. The name "charity brat," bestowed on me years before by Cyrus Vetch, still rankled in my soul, and though, now that I look back upon it, there was nothing that need have wounded my pride in accepting the proffered loan, I was loath to be beholden to any man. Maybe my feeling on this point was complicated with another of which I was as yet hardly conscious; but certain it is that, after standing silent for a brief s.p.a.ce, I said suddenly:
"I thank you heartily, sir, but I had liever earn the money."
"Pish, lad!" cried the gentleman. ""Tis easy to see you are not of laboring rank, and as for the money, I shall not break if I never see it again."
That was the worst argument he could have devised. My pride was up in arms now, in good sooth, and I said firmly:
"With your leave, sir, I will earn what money I need."