"Nor I," said Miss Betty. "With all the trouble that got into our house at that time, I couldn"t give my mind to seeing after the old things, and I"ve not thought about them since. Come upstairs with me now, Susan; we"ll see what sort of a state they are in."
They went up; and Miss Betty took off her bonnet and cloak and put her cap on. The spare ottoman, soft, and red, and ancient, used as a receptacle for odds and ends that were not wanted, stood in a s.p.a.cious linen-closet on the first-floor landing. It was built out over the back-door, and had a skylight above. Susan threw back the lid of the ottoman, and Miss Betty stood by. The faded old brown curtains, green once, lay in a heap at one end, just as Miss Betty had hastily flung them in that past day in March, when on her way to look at the chintzes.
"They"re in a fine rabble, seemingly," observed Susan, pausing to regard the curtains.
"Dear me!" cried Miss Betty, conscience-stricken, for she was a careful housewife, "I let them drop in any way, I remember. I did mean to have them well shaken out-of-doors and properly folded, but that bother drove it all out of my head. Take them out, girl."
Susan put her strong arms underneath the heap and lifted it out with a fling. Something heavy flew out of the curtains, and dropped on the boarded floor with a crash. Letting fall the curtains, Susan gave a wild shriek of terror and Miss Betty gave a wilder, for the floor was suddenly covered with shining gold coins. Mr. c.o.c.kermuth, pa.s.sing across the pa.s.sage below at the moment, heard the cries, wondered whether the house was on fire, and came hastening up.
"Oh," said he coolly, taking in the aspect of affairs. "So the thief was you, Betty, after all!"
He picked up the ebony box, and bent his head to look at the guineas.
Miss Betty sank down on a three-legged stool--brought in for Philip"s children--and grew as white as death.
Yes, it was the missing box of guineas, come to light in the same extraordinary and unexpected manner that it had come before, without having been (as may be said) truly lost. When Miss Betty gathered her curtains off the dining-room table that March morning, a c.u.mbersome and weighty heap, she had unwittingly gathered up the box with them. No wonder Sam Dene had not seen the box on the table after Miss Betty"s departure! It was a grievous misfortune, though, that he failed to take notice it was not there.
She had no idea she was not speaking truth in saying she saw the box on the table as she left the room. Having seen the box there all the morning she thought it was there still, and that she saw it, being quite unconscious that it was in her arms. Susan, too, had noticed the box on the table when she opened the door to call her mistress, and believed she was correct in saying she saw it there to the last: the real fact being that she had not observed it was gone. So there the box with its golden freight had lain undisturbed, hidden in the folds of the curtains. But for Hester Knowles"s defective window, it might have stayed there still, who can say how long?
Susan, no less scared than her mistress, stood back against the closet wall for safety, out of reach of those diabolical coins; Miss Betty, groaning and half-fainting on the three-legged stool, sat pushing back her cap and her front. The lawyer picked up the guineas and counted them as he laid them flat in the box. Sixty of them: not one missing. So Sam"s guinea _was_ his own! He had not, as Worcester whispered, trumped up the story with Maria Parslet.
"John," gasped poor Miss Betty, beside herself with remorse and terror, "John, what will become of me now? Will anything be done?"
"How "done"?" asked he.
"Will they bring me to trial--or anything of that--in poor Sam"s place?"
"Well, I don"t know," answered her brother grimly; "perhaps not this time. But I"d have you take more care in future, Betty, than to hide away gold in old curtains."
Locking the box securely within his iron safe, Mr. c.o.c.kermuth put on his hat and went down to the town hall, where the magistrates, after dispensing their wisdom, were about to disperse for the day. He told them of the wonderful recovery of the box of guineas, of how it had been lost, and that Sam Dene was wholly innocent. Their worships were of course charmed to hear it, Mr. Whitewicker observing that they had only judged Sam by appearances, and that appearances had been sufficient (in theory) to hang him.
From the town hall, Mr. c.o.c.kermuth turned off to Sam"s office. Sam was making a great show of business, surrounded by a tableful of imposing parchments, but with never a client to the fore. His old master grasped his hand.
"Well, Sam, my boy," he said, "the tables have turned for you. That box of guineas is found."
Sam never spoke an answering word. His lips parted with expectation: his breath seemed to be a little short.
"Betty had got it all the time. She managed somehow to pick it up off the table with those wretched old curtains she had there, all unconsciously, of course, and it has lain hidden with the curtains upstairs in a lumber-box ever since. Betty will never forgive herself.
She"ll have a fit of the jaundice over this."
Sam drew a long breath. "You will let the public know, sir?"
"Ay, Sam, without loss of an hour. I"ve begun with the magistrates--and a fine sensation the news made amidst "em, I can tell you; and now I"m going round to the newspapers; and I shall go over to Elm Farm the first thing to-morrow. The town took up the cause against you, Sam: take care it does not eat you now in its repentance. Look here, you"ll have to come round to Betty, or she"ll moan her heart out: you won"t bear malice, Sam?"
"No, that I won"t," said Sam warmly. "Miss Betty did not bear it to me.
She has been as kind as can be all along."
The town did want to eat Sam. It is the custom of the true Briton to go to extremes. Being unable to shake Sam"s hands quite off, the city would fain have chaired him round the streets with honours, as it used to chair its newly returned members.
Captain c.o.c.kermuth, sent for post haste, came to Worcester all contrition, beseeching Sam to forgive him fifty times a-day, and wanting to press the box of guineas upon him as a peace-offering. Sam would not take it: he laughingly told the captain that the box did not seem to carry luck with it.
And then Sam"s troubles were over. And no objection was made by his people (as it otherwise might have been) to his marrying Maria Parslet, by way of recompense. "G.o.d never fails to bring good out of evil, my dear," said old Mrs. Jacobson to Maria, the first time they had her on a visit at Elm Farm. As to Sam, he had short time for Elm Farm, or anything else in the shape of recreation. Practice was flowing in quickly: litigants arguing, one with another, that a young man, lying for months under an imputation of theft, and then coming out of it with flying colours, must needs be a clever lawyer.
"But, Johnny," Sam said to me, when talking of the past, "there"s one thing I would alter if I made the laws. No person, so long as he is only suspected of crime, should have his name proclaimed publicly. I am not speaking of murder, you understand, or charges of that grave nature; but of such a case as mine. My name appeared in full, in all the local newspapers, Samson Reginald Dene, coupled with theft, and of course it got a mark upon it. It is an awful blight upon a man when he is innocent, one that he may never quite live down. Suspicions must arise, I know that, of the innocent as well as the guilty, and they must undergo preliminary examinations in public and submit to legal inquiries: but time enough to proclaim who the man is when evidence strengthens against him, and he is committed for trial; until then let his name be suppressed. At least that is my opinion."
And it is mine as well as Sam"s.
OUR FIRST TERM AT OXFORD.
I.
It was Friday night at the Oxford terminus, and all the world scrambling for cabs. Sir John and the Squire, nearly lifted off their legs, and too much taken aback to fight for themselves, stood against the wall, thinking the community had gone suddenly mad. Bill Whitney and Tod, tall, strong young fellows, able to hold their own anywhere, secured a cab at length, and we and our luggage got in and on it.
"To the Mitre."
"If this is a specimen of Oxford manners, the sooner the lads are at home the better," growled the Squire. Sir John Whitney was settling his spectacles on his nose--nearly lost off it in the scuffle.
"Snepp told me it was a regular shindy at the terminus the first day of term, with all the students coming back," said Bill Whitney.
There had been no end of discussion as to our college career. Sir John Whitney said William must go to Oxford, as he had been at Oxford himself; whereas Brandon stood out against Oxford for me; would not hear of it. He preferred Cambridge he said: and to Cambridge Johnny Ludlow should go: and he, as my guardian, had full power over me. The Squire cared not which university was chosen; but Tod went in for Oxford with all his strong will: he said the boating was best there. The result was that Mr. Brandon gave way, and we were entered at Christchurch.
Mr. Brandon had me at his house for two days beforehand, giving me counsel. He had one of his bad colds just then and kept his room, and his voice was never more squeaky. The last evening, I sat up there with him while he sipped his broth. The fire was large enough to roast us, and he had three flannel night-caps on. It was that night that he talked to me most. He believed with all his heart, he said, that the temptations to young men were greater at Oxford than at Cambridge; that, of the two, the more reckless set of men were there: and that was one of the reasons why he had objected to Oxford for me. And then he proceeded to put the temptations pretty strongly before me, and did not mince things, warning me that it would require all the mental and moral strength I possessed to resist them, and steer clear of a course of sin and shame. He then suddenly opened the Bible, which was on the table at his elbow, and read out a line or two from the thirtieth chapter of Deuteronomy.
""See, I have set before you this day life and good, and death and evil: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live.""
"That"s what I have been striving to set before you, Johnny Ludlow. Read that chapter, the whole of it, often; treasure its precepts in your heart; and may G.o.d give you grace to keep them!"
He shook hands with me in silence. I took up my candle and waited a moment, for I thought he was going to speak again.
"Will you try to keep them, lad?"
"I will try, sir."
We were fortunate in getting good rooms at Christchurch. Tod"s and mine were close together; Bill Whitney"s on the floor above. Our sitting-room was pleasant; it had an old cracked piano in it, which turned out to be pa.s.sably fair when it had been tinkered and tuned. The windows looked out on the trees of the Broad Walk and to the meadows beyond; but trees are bare in winter, and the month was January. I had never stayed at Oxford before: and I saw that I should like it, with its fine, grand old colleges. The day after we got there, Sat.u.r.day, we wrote our names in the dean"s book, and saw our tutor. The rest of the day was spent in seeing about battels and getting into the new ways. Very new to us. A civil young fellow, who waited on us as scout, was useful; they called him "Charley" in the college. Tod pulled a long face at some of the rules, and did not like the prospect of unlimited work.
"I"ll go in for the boating and fishing and driving, Johnny; and you can go in for the books."
"All right, Tod." I knew what he meant. It was not that he did not intend to take a fair amount of work: but to exist without a good share of out-of-door life also, would have been hard lines for Tod.
The Sunday services were beautiful. The first Sunday of term was a high day, and the cathedral was filled. Orders of admission to the public were not necessary that day, and a general congregation mixed with the students. Sir John and the Squire were staying at the Mitre until Monday. After service we went to promenade in the Broad Walk--and it seemed that everybody else went.
"Look there!" cried the Squire, "at this tall clergyman coming along.
I am sure he is one of the canons of Worcester."
It was Mr. Fortescue--Honourable and Reverend. He halted for a minute to exchange greetings with Sir John Whitney, whom he knew, and then pa.s.sed on his way.