"Yes, he told me so; and I talked so much about you, and about your teaching me to read and write, and how fond I was of learning, and how I should like to be married to an elderly man who was a great scholar, who would teach me Latin and Greek, that the old gentleman became quite chatty, and sat for two hours talking to me. He desired me to say that he should call here to-morrow afternoon, and I begged him to stay the evening, as you are to have two more of your friends here. Now, who do you think are those?"
"I have no others, except old Tom Beazeley and his son."
"Well, it is your old Tom after all, and a nice old fellow he is, although I would not like him for a husband; but as for his son--he"s a lad after my own heart--I"m quite in love with him."
"Your love will do you no harm, Mary; but, recollect, what may be a joke to you may not be so to other people. As for the Dominie meeting old Beazeley and his son, I don"t exactly know how that will suit, for I doubt if he will like to see them."
"Why not?" inquired Mary.
Upon a promise never to hint at them, I briefly stated the circ.u.mstances attending the worthy man"s voyage on board of the lighter. Mary paused, and then said, "Jacob, did we not read the last time that the most dangerous rocks to men were _wine_ and _women_?"
"Yes, we did, if I recollect right."
"Humph," said she; "the old gentleman has given plenty of lessons in his time, and it appears that he has received _one_."
"We may do so to the last day of our existence, Mary."
"Well, he is a very clever, learned man, I"ve no doubt, and looks down upon all of us (not you, Jacob) as silly people. I"ll try if _I_ can"t give him a lesson."
"You, Mary, what can you teach him?"
"Never mind, we shall see;" and Mary turned the discourse on her father.
"You know, I suppose, that father is gone up to Mr Turnbull"s."
"No, I did not."
"Yes, he has; he was desired to go there this morning, and hasn"t been back since. Jacob, I hope you won"t be so foolish again, for I don"t want to lose my master."
"Oh, never fear; I shall teach you all you want to know before I die," I replied.
"Don"t be too sure of that," replied Mary; "how do you know how much I may wish to have of your company?"
"Well, if I walk off in a hurry, I"ll make you over to young Tom Beazeley. You"re half in love with him already, you know," replied I, laughing.
"Well, he is a nice fellow," replied she; "he laughs more than you do, Jacob."
"He has suffered less," replied I, gloomily, calling to mind what had occurred; "but, Mary, he is a fine young man, and a good-hearted, clever fellow to boot; and when you do know him, you will like him very much."
As I said this, I heard her father coming up stairs; he came in high good-humour with his interview with Captain Turnbull, called for his pipe and pot, and was excessively fluent upon "_human natur"_."
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
"THE FEAST OF REASON AND THE FLOW OF SOUL"--STAPLETON, ON HUMAN NATURE, PROVES THE FORMER; THE DOMINIE, IN HIS MELTING MOOD, THE LATTER--SALL"S SHOE PARTICULARLY NOTED, AND THE TRUE "READING MADE EASY" OF A MIND AT EASE, BY OLD TOM.
The afternoon of the next day I heard a well-known voice, which carolled forth, as Mary huddled up her books, and put them out of the way; for at that time I was, as usual, giving her a lesson:--
"And many strange sights I"ve seen, And long I"ve been a rover, And everywhere I"ve been, But now the wars are over.
I"ve been across the line, Where the sun will burn your nose off; And I"ve been in northern climes, Where the frost would bite your toes off.
Fal de ral, fal de ral, fal de ral de liddy."
"Heave a-head, Tom, and let me stump up at my leisure. It"s like warping "gainst wind and tide with me--and I gets up about as fast as lawyers go to heaven."
I thought when Tom came up first that he had been at unusual trouble in setting off his person, and certainly a better-looking, frank, open, merry countenance was seldom to be seen. In person he was about an inch taller than I, athletic, and well formed. He made up to Mary, who, perceiving his impatience, and either to check him before me, or else from her usual feeling of coquetry, received him rather distantly, and went up to old Tom, with whom she shook hands warmly.
"Whew! what"s in the wind now, Jacob? Why, we parted the best friends in the world," said Tom, looking at Mary.
"Sheer off yourself, Tom," replied I, laughing; "and you"ll see that she"ll come to again."
"Oh, oh! so the wind"s in that quarter, is it?" replied Tom. "With all my heart--I can show false colours as well as she can. But I say, Jacob, before I begin my manoeuvres, tell me if you wish me to hoist the neutral flag--for I won"t interfere with you."
"Here"s my hand upon it, Tom, that the coast is clear as far as I"m concerned; but take care--she"s a clipper, and not unlikely to slip through your fingers, even when you have her under your lee, within hail."
"Let me alone, Jacob, for that."
"And more, Tom, when you"re in possession of her, she will require a good man at the helm."
"Then she"s just the craft after my fancy. I hate your steady, slow-sailing craft, that will steer themselves, almost; give me one that requires to be managed by a man and a seaman."
"If well manned, she will do anything, depend upon it, Tom, for she"s as sound below as possible; and although she is down to her bearings on the puff of the moment, yet she"d not careen further."
"Well, then, Jacob, all"s right; and now you"ve told me what tack she"s on, see if I don"t shape a course to cut her off."
"Well, Jacob, my good boy, so you"ve been under the water again; I thought you had enough of it when Fleming gave you such a twist; but, however, this time you went to sarve a friend, which was all right. My sarvice to you Mr Stapleton," continued old Tom, as Stapleton made his appearance. "I was talking to Jacob about his last dive."
"Nothing but human natur"," replied Stapleton.
"Well, now," replied old Tom, "I consider that going plump into the river, when covered with ice, to be quite contrary to human natur"."
"But not to save a friend, father?"
"No--because, that be Jacob"s nature; so you see one nature conquered the other, and that"s the whole long and short of it."
"Well, now, suppose we sit down and make ourselves comfortable,"
observed Stapleton; "but here be somebody else coming up--who can it be?"
"I say, old codger, considering you be as deaf as a post, you hears pretty well," said old Tom.
"Yes, I hear very well in the house, provided people don"t speak loud."
"Well, that"s a queer sort of deafness; I think we are all troubled with the same complaint," cried Tom, laughing.
During this remark, the Dominie made his appearance. "_Salve Domine_,"
said I upon his entering, taking my worthy pedagogue by the hand.
"_Et tu quoque, fili mi, Jacobe_! But whom have we here? the deaf man, the maiden, and--ehu!--the old man called old Tom, and likewise the young Tom;" and the Dominie looked very grave.
"Nay, sir," said young Tom, going up to the Dominie; "I know you are angry with us, because we both drank too much when we were last in your company; but we promise--don"t we father?--not to do so again."