"In that case, ladies," said he, "I consecrate to you my entire second floor, three rooms," and he rang the bell and said to the servant, "Take your orders from these ladies, and show them the second floor."
While his visitors were examining their apartments, Mr. Eden sought a little rest, and had no sooner dropped upon his bed than sleep came to his relief.
He slept for nearly four hours; at first soundly, then dozing and dreaming. While he slept a prisoner sent for him, but Susan would not have him awakened for that.
By-and-by Susan went into the town, leaving her aunt sole guardian.
"Now, aunt," said she, "don"t let him be disturbed whoever comes for him. It is as much as his life is worth!"
"Well, then, I won"t! there."
Susan had not been long gone when a turnkey called, and was shown into the parlor where Mrs. Davies was very busy. He looked about him and told her he had called for a book Mr. Eden promised him.
"Mr. Eden is asleep."
"Asleep at this time of day?" said the man incredulously.
"Yes, asleep," answered Mrs. Davies sharply; "is he never to have any sleep?"
"Well, perhaps you will tell him Mr. Fry has come for the book as requested."
"Couldn"t think of disturbing him for that, Mr. Fry," replied Mrs.
Davies, not intermitting her work for a single moment.
"Very well, ma"am!" said Mr. Fry, in dudgeon. "I never was here before, and I shan"t ever come again--that is all--" and off he went. Mrs.
Davies showed her dismay at this threat by dusting on without once taking her eye or her mind off her job.
It was eight o"clock. Mr. Eden woke and found it almost dark.
He rose immediately. "Why, I have slept the day away," thought he in dismay, "and my memorial to the Home Office; it is past post time, and I have not sent it." He came hastily downstairs and entered the parlor; he found it in a frightful state. All the chairs were in the middle of the room, every part of which was choked up except a pathway three feet broad that ran by the side of the wall all round it. From this path all access into the interior was blocked by the furniture, which now stood upon an area frightfully diminished by this loss of three feet taken from each wall. Mrs. Davies was a character--a notable woman. Mr. Eden"s heart sank at the sight.
To find himself put to rights gives a bachelor an innocent pleasure, but the preliminary process of being put entirely to wrongs crushes his soul. "Another fanatic let loose on me," thought he, "and my room is like a road that is just mended, as they call it." He peered about here and there through a grove of chairs whose legs were kicking in the air as they sat bosom downward upon their brethren, but he could see no memorial. He rang the bell and inquired of the servant whether she had seen it. While he was describing it to her Mrs. Davies broke in:
"I saw it--I picked it up off the floor--it was lying between the sofa and the table."
"And what did you do with it?"
"Why, dusted it, to be sure."
"But where did you put it?"
"On the table, I suppose."
Another search and no memorial.
"Somebody has taken it."
"But who? has anybody been in this room since?"
"Plenty. You don"t get much peace here, I should say; but Susan gave the order you were not to be disturbed."
"This won"t do," thought Mr. Eden.
"Who has been here?" said he to the servant.
"Mr. Fry is the only one that came into this room."
"Mr. Fry!" said Mr. Eden, with some surprise.
"Ay! ay!" cried Mrs. Davies. "I remember now there was an ill-looking fellow of that name here talking to me, pretending you had promised him a book."
"But I did promise him a book."
"Oh, you did, did you! well he looked like a thief, perhaps he has--goodness gracious me, I hope there was no money in it," and Mrs.
Davies lost her ruddy color in a moment.
"No! no! it was only a letter, but of great importance."
Another violent search at the risk of shins and hands.
"That Fry has taken it. I never saw such a hang-dog looking fellow."
Mr. Eden was much vexed; but he had a trick of blaming himself, Heaven only knows where he caught it. "My own forgetfulness; even if the paper had not been lost I had allowed post-time to go by--and Mr. Hawes will antic.i.p.ate me with the Home Secretary." He sighed.
In so severe a struggle he was almost as reluctant to give an unfair advantage as to take one.
He ordered a fire in his little back parlor; and with a sigh sat down to rewrite his memorial and to try and recover, if he could, the exact words, and save the next post that left in the morning.
As Mr. Eden sat trying to recover the words of his memorial, Hawes was seated in Mr. Williams" study at Ashtown Park, concerting with that worthy magistrate the best way of turning the new chaplain out of ---- Jail. He found no difficulty. Mr. Williams had two very strong prejudices, one in favor of Hawes personally, the other in favor of the system pursued this two years in that jail. Egotism was here, too, and rendered these prejudices almost impregnable. Williams had turned out O"Connor and his milder system, and put in Hawes and his more rigorous one. Hawes was "my man--his system mine."
He told his story, and Williams burned to avenge his injured friend, whose patron and director he called himself, and whose tool he was.
"Nothing can be done until the twenty-fifth, when Palmer returns. We must be all there for an act of this importance. Do your duty as you always have, carry out the discipline, and send for me if he gives you any great annoyance in the meantime."
That zealous servant of her majesty, earnest Mr. Hawes, had never taken a day"s holiday before. No man could accuse him of indolence, carelessness, or faint discharge of the task he had appointed himself.
He perverted his duties too much to neglect them. He had been reluctant to leave the prison on a personal affair. The drive, however, was pleasant, and he returned freshened and animated by a.s.surances of support from the magistrate.
As he strode across the prison yard to inspect everything before going to his house, he felt invulnerable and sneered at himself for the momentary uneasiness he had let a crack-brained parson give him. He went home; there was a nice fire, a clean-swept hearth, a glittering bra.s.s kettle on the hob for making toddy, and three different kinds of spirits in huge cruets. For system reigned in the house as well as the jail, with this difference, that the house system was devoted to making self comfortable the jail system to making others wretched.
He rang the bell. In came the servant with slippers and candles unlighted, for he was wont to sip his grog by fire-light. He put on his slippers. Then he mixed his grog. Then he noticed a paper on the table, and putting it to the fire he found it was sealed. So he lighted the candles and placed them a little behind him. Then he stirred his grog and sipped it, and placing it close beside him, leaned back with a grunt of satisfaction, opened the paper, read it first slowly, then all in a flutter, started up as if he was going to act upon some impulse; but the next moment sat down again and stared wildly a picture of stupid consternation.
Meantime, as Mr. Eden with a heavy heart was writing himself out--nauseous task--Susan stood before him with a color like a rose. She was in a brown cloak, from under which she took out a basket brimful of little packages, some in blue, some in white paper.
"These are grits," said she, "and these are arrowroot."
"I know--one of the phases of the potato."
"Oh! for shame, Mr. Eden. Well, I never! And I posted your letter, sir."