"What a jolly spree!" cried Tod, his face flushing with delight. "How I should like it!"
"I wish to goodness you were coming. But Temple has made up his party.
It is his affair, you know. He talks of staying out a month."
"One get"s no chance in this slow place," cried Tod, fiercely. "I"ll emigrate, I think, and go tiger-hunting. Is it a secret, this boating affair?"
"A secret! No."
"What made you kick me under the table, then, when I would have asked particulars at luncheon?"
"Because the mother was present. She has taken all sorts of queer notions into her head--mothers always have them--that the boat will be found bottom upwards some day, and we under it. Failing that, we are to catch colds and fevers and agues from the night encampments. So we say as little about it as possible before her."
"I see," nodded Tod. "Look here, Bill, I should like to get up a boating party myself; it sounds glorious. How do you set about it?--and where can you get a boat?"
"Temple knows," said Bill, "I don"t. Let us go and ask him."
They went across the gra.s.s, leaving me alone with Anna. She and I were the best of friends, as the reader may remember, and exchanged many a little confidence with one another that the world knew nothing of.
"Should you like it for Helen?" I asked, indicating her sister and Slingsby Temple.
"Yes, I think I should," she answered. "But William had no warrant for speaking as he did. Mr. Temple will only be here a few days longer: when he leaves, we may never see him again."
"But he is evidently taken with Helen. He shows that he is. And when a man of Slingsby Temple"s disposition allows himself to betray anything of the kind, rely upon it he means something."
"Did you like him at Oxford, Johnny?"
"Well--I did and did not," was my hesitating answer. "He was reserved, close, proud, and unsociable; and no man displaying those qualities can be very much liked. On the other hand, he was exemplary in conduct, deserving respect from all, and receiving it."
"I think he is religious," said Anna, her voice taking a lower tone.
"Yes, I always thought him that. I fancy their mother brought them up to be so. But Temple is the last man in the world to display it."
"What with papa"s taking up two rooms to himself now he has the gout, and all of us being at home, mamma was a little at fault what chamber to give Mr. Temple. There was no time for much arrangement, for he came without notice; so she just turned Harry out of his room, which used to be poor John"s, you know, and put Mr. Temple there. That night Harry chanced to go up to bed later than the rest of us. He forgot his room had been changed, and went straight into his own. Mr. Temple was kneeling down in prayer, and a Bible lay open on the table. Mamma says it is not all young men who say their prayers and read their Bible nowadays."
"Not by a good many, Anna. Yes, Temple is good, and I hope Helen will get him. She will have position, too, as his wife, and a large income."
"He comes into his estate this year, he told us; in September. He will be five-and-twenty then. But, Johnny, I don"t like one thing: William says there was a report at Oxford that the Temples never live to be even middle-aged men."
"Some of them have died young, I believe. But, Anna, that"s no reason why they all should."
"And--there"s a superst.i.tion attaching to the family, is there not?"
continued Anna. "A ghost that appears; or something of that sort?"
I hardly knew what to answer. How vividly the words brought back poor Fred Temple"s communication to me on the subject, and his subsequent death.
"You don"t speak," said she. "Won"t you tell me what it is?"
"It is this, Anna: but I dare say it"s all nonsense--all fancy. When one of the Temples is going to die, the spirit of the head of the family who last died is said to appear and beckon to him; a warning that his own death is near. Down in their neighbourhood people call it the Temple superst.i.tion."
"I don"t quite understand," cried Anna, looking earnestly at me. "_Who_ is it that is said to appear?"
"I"ll give you an instance. When the late Mr. Temple, Slingsby"s father, was walking home from shooting with his gamekeeper one September day, he thought he saw his father in the wood at a little distance: that is, his father"s spirit, for he had been dead some years. It scared him very much at the moment, as the keeper testified. Well, Anna, in a day or two he, Mr. Temple, was dead--killed by an accident."
"I am glad I am not a Temple; I should be always fearing I might see the sight," observed Anna, a sad, thoughtful look on her gentle face.
"Oh no, you wouldn"t, Anna. The Temples themselves don"t think of it, and don"t believe in it. Slingsby does not, at any rate. His brother Fred told me at Oxford that no one must presume to allude to it in Slingsby"s presence."
"Fred? He died at Oxford, did he not?"
"Yes, he died there, poor fellow. Thrown from his horse. I saw it happen, Anna."
But I said nothing to her of that curious scene to which I had been a witness a night or two before the accident--when poor Fred, to Slingsby"s intense indignation, fancied he saw his father on the college staircase; fancied his father beckoned to him. It was not a thing to talk of. After that time Slingsby had seemed to regard me with rather a special favour; I wondered whether it was because I had _not_ talked of it.
The afternoon pa.s.sed. We went up to see Sir John in his gouty room, and then said good-bye to them all, including Temple, and started for home again. Tod was surly and cross. He had come out in a temper and he was going back in one.
Tod liked his own way. No one in the world resented interference more than he: and just now he and the Squire were at war. Some twelve months before, Tod had dropped into a five-hundred-pound legacy from a distant relative. It was now ready to be paid to him. The Squire wished it paid over to himself, that he might take care of it; Tod wanted to be grand, and open a banking account of his own. For the past two days the argument had held out on both sides, and this morning Tod had lost his temper. Lost it was again now, but on another score.
"Slingsby Temple might as well have invited me to join the boating lot!"
he broke out to me, as we drew near home. "He knows I am an old hand at it."
"But if his party is made up, Tod? Whitney said it was."
"Rubbish, Johnny. Made up! They could as well make room for another. And much good some of them are, I dare say! I can"t remember that Slingsby ever took an oar in his hand at Oxford. All he went in for was star-gazing--and chapels--and lectures. And look at Bill Whitney! He hates rowing."
"Did you tell Temple you would like to join them?"
"He could see it. I didn"t say in so many words, Will you have me? Of all things, I should enjoy a boating tour! It would be the most jolly thing on earth."
That night, after we got in, the subject of the money grievance cropped up again. The Squire was smoking his long churchwarden pipe at the open window; Mrs. Todhetley sat by the centre table and the lamp, hemming a strip of muslin. Tod, open as the day on all subjects, abused Temple"s "churlishness" for not inviting him to make one of the boating party, and declared he would organize one of his own, which he could readily do, now he was not tied for money. That remark set the Squire on.
"Ay, that"s just where it would be, Joe," said he. "Let you keep the money in your own fingers, and we should soon see what it would end in."
"What would it end in?" demanded Tod.
"Ducks and drakes."
Tod tossed his head. "You think I am a child still, I believe, father."
"You are no better, where the spending of money"s concerned," said the Squire, taking a long whiff. "Few young men are. Their fathers know that, and keep it from them as long as they can. And that"s why so many are not let come into possession of their estates before they are five-and-twenty. This young Temple, it seems, does not come into his; Johnny, here, does not."
"I should like to know what more harm it would do for the money to lie in my name in the Old Bank than if it lay in yours?" argued Tod. "Should I be drawing cheques on purpose to get rid of it? That"s what you seem to suppose, father."
"You"d be drawing them to spend," said the pater.
"No, I shouldn"t. It"s my own money, after all. Being my own, I should take good care of it."
Old Thomas came in with some gla.s.ses, and the argument dropped. Tod began again as we were going upstairs together.
"You see, Johnny," he said, stepping inside my room on his way, and shutting the door for fear of eavesdroppers, "there"s that hundred pounds I owe Brandon. The old fellow has been very good, never so much as hinting that he remembers it, and I shall pay him back the first thing. To do this, I must have absolute possession of the money. A fine bobbery the pater would make if he got to know of it. Besides, a man come to my age likes to have a banking account--if he can. Good-night, lad."