Setting the gla.s.s back, he felt in his breast-pocket for a handkerchief, failed to find one, and rubbed his hands together to get the liquor off his fingers.
"You startled me," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone, turning his eyes upon me, as he lifted his gla.s.s again, and emptied it. "How did you find your way in?"
"By the front door," said I, wondering at his unconcern.
He nodded his head slowly.
"Ah! yes; I forgot to lock it. You came to steal, I suppose?"
"I came because I"d lost my way. I"ve been travelling this G.o.d-forsaken moor since dusk--"
"With your boots in your hand," he put in quietly.
"I took them off out of respect to the yellow dog you keep."
"He lies in a very natural att.i.tude--eh?"
"You don"t tell me he was _stuffed?_"
The old man"s eyes beamed a contemptuous pity.
"You are indifferent sharp, my dear sir, for a housebreaker. Come in.
Set down those convicting boots, and don"t drip pools of water in the doorway. If I must entertain a burglar, I prefer him tidy."
He walked to the fire, picked up a poker, and knocked the coals into a blaze. This done, he turned round on me with the poker still in his hand. The serenest gravity sat on his large, pale features.
"Why have I done this?" he asked.
"I suppose to get possession of the poker."
"Quite right. May I inquire your next move?"
"Why?" said I, feeling in my tail-pocket, "I carry a pistol."
"Which I suppose to be damp?"
"By no means. I carry it, as you see, in an oil-cloth case."
He stooped, and laid the poker carefully in the fender.
"That is a stronger card than I possess. I might urge that by pulling the trigger you would certainly alarm the house and the neighbourhood, and put a halter round your neck. But it strikes me as safer to a.s.sume you capable of using a pistol with effect at three paces. With what might happen subsequently I will not pretend to be concerned. The fate of your neck"--he waved a hand,--"well, I have known you for just five minutes, and feel but a moderate interest in your neck. As for the inmates of this house, it will refresh you to hear that there are none.
I have lived here two years with a butler and female cook, both of whom I dismissed yesterday at a minute"s notice, for conduct which I will not shock your ears by explicitly naming. Suffice it to say, I carried them off yesterday to my parish church, two miles away, married them and dismissed them in the vestry without characters. I wish you had known that butler--but excuse me; with the information I have supplied, you ought to find no difficulty in fixing the price you will take to clear out of my house instanter."
"Sir," I answered, "I have held a pistol at one or two heads in my time, but never at one stuffed with n.o.bler indiscretion. Your chivalry does not, indeed, disarm me, but prompts me to desire more of your acquaintance. I have found a gentleman, and must sup with him before I make terms."
This address seemed to please him. He shuffled across the room to a sideboard, and produced a plate of biscuits, another of dried figs, a gla.s.s, and two decanters.
"Sherry and Madeira," he said. "There is also a cold pie in the larder, if you care for it."
"A biscuit will serve," I replied. "To tell the truth, I"m more for the bucket than the manger, as the grooms say: and the brandy you were tasting just now is more to my mind than wine."
"There is no water handy."
"I have soaked in enough to-night to last me with this bottle."
I pulled over a chair, laid my pistol on the table, and held out the gla.s.s for him to fill. Having done so, he helped himself to a gla.s.s and a chair, and sat down facing me.
"I was speaking, just now, of my late butler," he began, with a sip at his brandy. "Does it strike you that, when confronted with moral delinquency, I am apt to let my indignation get the better of me?"
"Not at all," I answered heartily, refilling my gla.s.s.
It appeared that another reply would have pleased him better.
"H"m. I was hoping that, perhaps, I had visited his offence too strongly. As a clergyman, you see, I was bound to be severe; but upon my word, sir, since Parkinson left I have felt like a man who has lost a limb."
He drummed with his fingers on the cloth for a few moments, and went on--
"One has a natural disposition to forgive butlers--Pharaoh, for instance, felt it. There hovers around butlers an atmosphere in which common ethics lose their pertinence. But mine was a rare bird--a black swan among butlers! He was more than a butler: he was a quick and brightly gifted man. Of the accuracy of his taste, and the unusual scope of his endeavour, you will be able to form some opinion when I a.s.sure you he modelled himself upon _me_."
I bowed, over my brandy.
"I am a scholar: yet I employed him to read aloud to me, and derived pleasure from his intonation. I talk with refinement: yet he learned to answer me in language as precise as my own. My cast-off garments fitted him not more irreproachably than did my amenities of manner. Divest him of his tray, and you would find his mode of entering a room hardly distinguishable from my own--the same urbanity, the same alertness of carriage, the same superfine deference towards the weaker s.e.x. All--all my idiosyncrasies I saw reflected in him; and can you doubt that I was gratified? He was my _alter ego_--which, by the way, makes it harder for me to pardon his behaviour with the cook."
"Look here," I broke in; "you want a new butler?"
"Oh, you really grasp that fact, do you?" he retorted.
"Why, then," said I, "let me cease to be your burglar and let me continue here as your butler."
He leant back, spreading out the fingers of each hand on the table"s edge.
"Believe me," I went on, "you might do worse. I have been in my time a demy of Magdalen College, Oxford, and retain some Greek and Latin.
I"ll undertake to read the Fathers with an accent that shall not offend you. My taste in wine is none the worse for having been formed in other men"s cellars. Moreover, you shall engage the ugliest cook in Christendom, so long as I"m your butler. I"ve taken a liking to you-- that"s flat--and I apply for the post."
"I give forty pounds a year," said he.
"And I"m cheap at that price."
He filled up his gla.s.s, looking up at me while he did so with the air of one digesting a problem. From first to last his face was grave as a judge"s.
"We are too impulsive, I think," was his answer, after a minute"s silence; "and your speech smacks of the amateur. You say, "Let me cease to be your burglar and let me be your butler." The aspiration is respectable; but a man might as well say, "Let me cease to write sermons, let me paint pictures." And truly, sir, you impress me as no expert even in your present trade."
"On the other hand," I argued, "consider the moderation of my demands; that alone should convince you of my desire to turn over a new leaf.
I ask for a month"s trial; if at the end of that time I don"t suit, you shall say so, and I"ll march from your door with nothing in my pocket but my month"s wages. Be hanged, sir! but when I reflect on the amount you"ll have to pay to get me to face to-night"s storm again, you seem to be getting off dirt cheap!" cried I, slapping my palm on the table.
"Ah, if you had only known Parkinson!" he exclaimed.
Now the third gla.s.s of clean spirit has always a deplorable effect on me. It turns me from bright to black, from levity to extreme sulkiness.