"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Sam, all at sea; "did you wish to come in here?"
"If you please," she answered--and her voice was sweet and her manner modest.
"Oh," repeated Sam, rather taken aback at the answer. "You did not want me, did you?"
"Thank you, it is my home," she said.
"Your home?" stammered Sam, for he had not seen the ghost of any one in the house yet, saving his landlord and landlady and Sally. "Here?"
"Yes. I am Maria Parslet."
He stood back to let her enter; a slender, gentle girl of middle height; she looked about eighteen, Sam thought (she was that and two years on to it), and he wondered where she had been hidden. He had to go out again, for he was invited to dine at Lawyer c.o.c.kermuth"s, so he saw no more of the young lady that day; but she kept dancing about in his memory. And somehow she so fixed herself in it, and as the time went on so grew in it, and at last so filled it, that Sam may well hold that day as a marked day--the one that introduced him to Maria Parslet. But that is antic.i.p.ating.
On the Monday morning all his ears and eyes were alert, listening and looking for Maria. He did not see her; he did not hear a sound of her.
By degrees he got to learn that the young lady was resident teacher in a lady"s school hard by; and that she was often allowed to spend the whole day at home on Sundays. One Sunday evening he ingeniously got himself invited to take tea in Mrs. Parslet"s parlour, and thus became acquainted with Maria; but his opportunities for meeting her were rare.
There"s not much to tell of the first twelvemonth. It pa.s.sed in due course. Sam Dene was fairly steady. He made a few debts, as some young men, left to themselves, can"t help making--at least, they"d tell you they can"t. Sundry friends of Sam"s in Worcester knew of this, and somehow it reached Mr. c.o.c.kermuth"s ears, who gave Sam a word of advice privately.
This was just as the first year expired. According to agreement, Sam had another year to stay. He entered upon it with inward gloom. On adding up his scores, which he deemed it as well to do after his master"s lecture, he again found that they amounted to far more than he had thought for, and how he should contrive to pay them out of his own resources he knew no more than the man in the moon. In short, he could not do it; he was in a fix; and lived in perpetual dread of its coming to the ears of his uncle Jacobson.
The spring a.s.size, taking place early in March, was just over; the judges had left the town for Stafford, and Worcester was settling down again to quietness. Miss c.o.c.kermuth gave herself and her two handmaidens a week"s rest--a.s.size time being always a busy and bustling period at the lawyer"s, no end of chance company looking in--and then the house began its spring cleaning, a grand inst.i.tution with our good grandmothers, often lasting a couple of weeks. This time, at the lawyer"s house, it was to be a double bustle; for visitors were being prepared for.
It had pleased Captain c.o.c.kermuth to write word that he should be at home for Easter; upon which, the lawyer and his sister decided to invite Philip"s widow and her children also to spend it with them; they knew Charles would be pleased. Easter-Day was very early indeed that year, falling at the end of March.
To make clearer what"s coming, the house had better have a word or two of description. You entered from the street into a wide pa.s.sage; no steps. On the left was the parlour and general sitting-room, in which all meals were usually taken. It was a long, low room, its two rather narrow windows looking upon the street, the back of the room being a little dark. Opposite the door was the fireplace. On the other side the pa.s.sage, facing the parlour-door, was the door that opened to the two rooms (one front, one back) used as the lawyer"s offices. The kitchens and staircase were at the back of the pa.s.sage, a garden lying beyond; and there was a handsome drawing-room on the first floor, not much used.
The house, I say, was in a commotion with the spring cleaning, and the other preparations. To accommodate so many visitors required contrivance: a bedroom for the captain, a bedroom for his daughter-in-law, two bedrooms for the children. Mistress and maids held momentous consultations together.
"We have decided to put the three little girls in Philip"s old room, John," said Miss Betty to her brother, as they sat in the parlour after dinner on the Monday evening of the week preceding Pa.s.sion Week; "and little Philip can have the small room off mine. We shall have to get in a child"s bed, though; I can"t put the three little girls in one bed; they might get fighting. John, I do wish you"d sell that old bureau for what it will fetch."
"Sell the old bureau!" exclaimed Mr. c.o.c.kermuth.
"I"m sure I should. What good does it do? Unless that bureau goes out of the room, we can"t put the extra bed in. I"ve been in there half the day with Susan and Ann, planning and contriving, and we find it can"t be done any way. Do let Ward take it away, John; there"s no place for it in the other chambers. He"d give you a fair price for it, I dare say."
Miss Betty had never cared for this piece of furniture, thinking it more awkward than useful: she looked eagerly at her brother, awaiting his decision. She was the elder of the two; tall, like him; but whilst he maintained his thin, wiry form, just the shape of an upright gas-post with arms, she had grown stout with no shape at all. Miss Betty had dark, thick eyebrows and an amiable red face. She wore a "front" of brown curls with a high and dressy cap perched above it. This evening her gown was of soft twilled shot-green silk, a white net kerchief was crossed under its body, and she had on a white muslin ap.r.o.n.
"I don"t mind," a.s.sented the lawyer, as easy in disposition as Miss Betty was; "it"s of no use keeping it that I know of. Send for Ward and ask him, if you like, Betty."
Ward, a carpenter and cabinet-maker, who had a shop in the town and sometimes bought second-hand things, was sent for by Miss Betty on the following morning; and he agreed, after some chaffering, to buy the old bureau. It was the bureau from which Philip"s box of gold had disappeared--but I dare say you have understood that. In the midst of all this stir and clatter, just as Ward betook himself away after concluding the negotiation, and the maids were hard at work above stairs with mops and pails and scrubbing-brushes, the first advance-guard of the visitors unexpectedly walked in: Captain c.o.c.kermuth.
Miss Betty sat down in an access of consternation. She could do nothing but stare. He had not been expected for a week yet; there was nothing ready and nowhere to put him.
"I wish you"d take to behaving like a rational being, Charles!" she exclaimed. "We are all in a mess; the rooms upside down, and the bedside carpets hanging out at the windows."
Captain c.o.c.kermuth said he did not care for bedside carpets, he could sleep anywhere--on the brewhouse-bench, if she liked. He quite approved of selling the old bureau, when told it was going to be done.
Ward had appointed five o"clock that evening to fetch it away. They were about to sit down to dinner when he came, five o"clock being the hour for late dinners then in ordinary life. Ward had brought a man with him and they went upstairs.
Miss Betty, as carver, sat at the top of the dining-table, her back to the windows, the lawyer in his place at the foot, Charles between them, facing the fire. Miss Betty was cutting off the first joint of a loin of veal when the bureau was heard coming down the staircase, with much b.u.mping and noise.
Mr. c.o.c.kermuth stepped out of the dining-room to look on. The captain followed: being a sociable man with his fellow-townspeople, he went to ask Ward how he did.
The bureau came down safely, and was lodged at the foot of the stairs; the man wiped his hot face, while Ward spoke with Captain c.o.c.kermuth. It seemed quite a commotion in the usual quiet dwelling. Susan, a jug of ale in her hand, which she had been to the cellar to draw, stood looking on from the pa.s.sage; Mr. Dene and a younger clerk, coming out of the office just then to leave for the evening, turned to look on also.
"I suppose there"s nothing in here, sir?" cried Ward, returning to business and the bureau.
"Nothing, I believe," replied Mr. c.o.c.kermuth.
"Nothing at all," called out Miss Betty through the open parlour-door.
"I emptied the drawers this morning."
Ward, a cautious man and honest, drew back the lid and put his hand in succession into the pigeon-holes; which had not been used since Philip"s time. There were twelve of them; three above, and three below on each side, and a little drawer that locked in the middle. "Halloa!" cried Ward, when his hand was in the depth of one of them: "here"s something."
And he drew forth the lost box. The little ebony box with all the gold in it.
Well now, that was a strange thing. Worcester thinks so, those people who are still living to remember it, to this day. How it was that the box had appeared to be lost and was searched for in vain over and over again, by poor Philip and others; and how it was that it was now recovered in this easy and natural manner, was never explained or accounted for. Ward"s opinion was that the box must have been put in, side upwards, that it had in some way stuck to the back of the deep, narrow pigeon-hole, which just about held the box in width, that those who had searched took the box for the back of the hole when their fingers touched it and that the b.u.mping of the bureau now in coming downstairs had dislodged the box and brought it forward. As a maker of bureaus, Ward"s opinion was listened to with deference. Any way, it was a sort of theory, serving pa.s.sably well in the absence of any other. But who knew? All that was certain about it was the fact; the loss and the recovery after many years. It happened just as here described, as I have already said.
Sam Dene had never heard of the loss. Captain c.o.c.kermuth, perfectly beside himself with glee, explained it to him. Sam laughed as he touched with his forefinger the closely packed golden guineas, lying there so snug and safe, offered his congratulations, and walked home to tea.
It chanced that on that especial Tuesday evening, matters were at sixes and sevens in the Parslets" house. Sally had misbehaved herself and was discharged in consequence; and the servant engaged in her place, who was to have entered that afternoon, had not made her appearance. When Sam entered, Maria came out of the parlour, a pretty blush upon her face.
And to Sam the unexpected sight of her, it was not often he got a chance of it, and the blush and the sweet eyes came like a gleam of Eden, for he had grown to love her dearly. Not that he had owned it to himself yet.
Maria explained. Her school had broken up for the Easter holidays earlier than it ought, one of the girls showing symptoms of measles; and her mother had gone out to see what had become of the new servant, leaving a request that Mr. Dene would take his tea with them in the parlour that evening, as there was no one to wait on him.
Nothing loth, you may be sure, Mr. Dene accepted the invitation, running up to wash his hands, and give a look at his hair, and running down in a trice. The tea-tray stood in readiness on the parlour table, Maria sitting behind it. Perhaps she had given a look at _her_ hair, for it was quite more lovely, Sam thought, more soft and silken than any hair he had ever seen. The little copper kettle sang away on the hob by the fire.
"Will papa be long, do you know?" began Maria demurely, feeling shy and conscious at being thus thrown alone into Sam"s company. "I had better not make the tea until he comes in."
"I don"t know at all," answered Sam. "He went out on some business for Mr. c.o.c.kermuth at half-past four, and was not back when I left. Such a curious thing has just happened up there, Miss Parslet!"
"Indeed! What is it?"
Sam entered on the narrative. Maria, who knew all about the strange loss of the box, grew quite excited as she listened. "Found!" she exclaimed.
"Found in the same bureau! And all the golden guineas in it!"
"Every one," said Sam: "as I take it. They were packed right up to the top!"
"Oh, what a happy thing!" repeated Maria, in a fervent tone that rather struck Sam, and she clasped her fingers into one another, as one sometimes does in pleasure or in pain.
"Why do you say that, Miss Parslet?"
"Because papa--but I do not think I ought to tell you," added Maria, breaking off abruptly.
"Oh yes, you may. I am quite safe, even if it"s a secret. Please do."
"Well," cried the easily persuaded girl, "papa has always had an uncomfortable feeling upon him ever since the loss. He feared that some people, knowing he was not well off, might think perhaps it was he who had stolen upstairs and taken it."