"What on earth does anybody want at this time of night?" growled Tod.
"And why can"t they ring like decent people? What"s your business?" he roared out from the window. "Who the d.i.c.kens are you?"
"Hush, Tod! It--it can"t be the Squire, can it? Come down here to look after us."
The suggestion silenced him for a moment.
"I--I don"t think so, Johnny," he slowly said. "No, it"s not the Squire: he would be letting off at us already at the top of his voice; he wouldn"t wait to come in to do it. Let"s go and see. Come along."
Two young men stood at the gate. One of them turned the handle impatiently as we went down the path.
"What do you want?" demanded Tod.
"I wish to see Captain Copperas."
"Then you can"t see him," answered Tod, woefully cross after being startled out of his sleep. "Captain Copperas does not live here."
"Not live here!" repeated the man. "That"s gammon. I know he does live here."
"I tell you he does not," haughtily repeated Tod. "Do you doubt my word?"
"Who does live here, then?" asked the man, in a different tone, evidently impressed.
"Mr. Todhetley."
"I can take my oath that Captain Copperas lived here ten days ago."
"What of that? He is gone, and Mr. Todhetley"s come."
"Can I see Mr. Todhetley?"
"You see him now. I am he. Will you tell me your business?"
"Captain Copperas owes me a small account, and I want it settled."
The avowal put Tod in a rage; and he showed it. "A small account!
Is this a proper time to come bothering gentlemen for your small accounts--when folks are gone to bed, or going?"
"Last time I came in the afternoon. Perhaps that was the wrong time? Any way, Captain Copperas put me off, saying I was to call some evening, and he"d pay it."
"And I"ll thank you to betake yourself off again now. How dare you disturb people at this unearthly hour! As to Captain Copperas, I tell you that he is no longer here."
"Then I should say that Captain Copperas was a swindler."
Tod turned on his heel at the last words, and the men went away, their retreating footsteps echoing on the road. I thought I heard the grenadier"s window being shut, so the noise must have disturbed her.
"Swindlers themselves!" cried Tod, as he fastened the house-door. "I"ll lay you a guinea, Johnny, they were two loose fellows trying to sneak inside and see what they could pick up."
Nevertheless, in the morning he asked the grenadier whether it was true that such men had come there after any small account. And the grenadier resented the supposition indignantly. Captain Copperas owed no "small accounts" that she knew of, she said; and she had lived with him and Miss C. ever since they came to Cray Bay. She only wished she had seen the men herself last night; she would have answered them. And when, upon this, I said I thought I had heard her shut her window down, and supposed she had been listening, she denied it, and accused me of being fanciful.
"Impudent wretches!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Tod; "to come here and asperse a man of honour like Copperas."
That day pa.s.sed off quietly, and to our thorough enjoyment; but the next one was fated to bring us some events. Some words of Tod"s, as I was pouring out the breakfast coffee, startled me.
"Oh, by Jupiter! How have they found us out here?"
Looking up, I saw the postman entering the gate with a letter. The same thought struck us both--that it was some terrible mandate from the Squire. Tod went to the window and held out his hand.
"For Elizabeth, at Captain Copperas"s," read out the man, as he handed it to Tod. It was a relief, and Tod sent me with it to the grenadier.
But in less than one minute afterwards she came into the room, bathed in tears. The letter was to tell her that her mother was lying ill at their home, some unp.r.o.nounceable place in Wales, and begging earnestly to see her.
"I"m sorry to leave you at a pinch; but I must go," sobbed the grenadier. "I can"t help myself; I shall start by the afternoon coach."
Well, of course there was nothing to be said against it. A mother was a mother. But Tod began to wonder what on earth we should do: as did I, for the matter of that. The grenadier offered to cook our luncheon before starting, which we looked upon as a concession.
"Let"s go for a sail, Johnny, and leave perplexities to right themselves."
And a glorious sail we had! Upon getting back at one o"clock, we found a huge meat pie upon the luncheon-table, and the grenadier with her bonnet on. Tod handed her five shillings; the sum, as she computed, that was due to her.
We heard the b.u.mping of her boxes on the stairs. At the gate stood the boy with the truck, ready to wheel them to the coach-office, as he had wheeled those of Miss Copperas. Tod was helping himself to some more pie, when the grenadier threw open the door.
"My boxes are here, gentlemen. Will you like to look at them?"
"Look at them for what?" asked Tod, after staring a minute.
"To see that I"m taking none of your property away inside them."
At last Tod understood what she meant, and felt inclined to throw the dish at her head. "Shut the door, and don"t be a fool," said he. "And I hope you"ll find your mother better," I called out after her.
"And now, Johnny, what are we to do?" cried he, when lunch was over and there was no one to take it away. "This is like a second edition of Robinson Crusoe."
We left it where it was, and went off to the shops and the Whistling Wind, asking if they could tell us of a servant. But servants seemed not to be forthcoming at a pinch; and we told our troubles to old Druff.
"My missis shall come in and see a bit to things for ye," said he. "She can light the fire in the morning, anyway, and boil the kettle."
And with the aid of Mother Druff--an ancient dame who went about in clogs--we got on till after breakfast in the morning, when a damsel came after the place. She wore a pink gauze bonnet, smart and tawdry, and had a pert manner.
"Can you cook?" asked Tod.
The substance of her answer was, that she could do everything under the sun, provided she were not "tanked" after. Her late missis was for ever a-tanking. Would there be any washing to do?--because washing didn"t agree with her: and how often could she go out, and what was the wages?
Tod looked at me in doubt, and I slightly shook my head. It struck me that she would not do at any price. "I think you won"t suit," said he to her.
"Oh," returned she, all impertinence. "I can go then where I shall suit: and so, good-morning, gentlemen. There"s no call for you to be so uppish. I didn"t come after your forks and spoons."
"The impudent young huzzy!" cried Tod, as she slammed the gate after her. "But she might do better than n.o.body, Johnny."
"I don"t like her, Tod. If it rested with me, I"d rather live upon bread-and-cheese than take her."