"Nonsense, Tod!"
"Well, what else is it? Come! Out with it."
"Do you think our people or the Whitneys would like it if they knew we are intimate with her?"
"They"d not die of it, I expect."
"I don"t like her, Tod. It is not a nice thing of her to allow the play and the betting, and to have all those fellows there when they choose to go."
Tod took his shoulder from the mantelpiece, and sat down to his imposition: one he had to write for having missed chapel.
"You mean well, Johnny, though you are a m.u.f.f."
Later in the day I met Dr. Applerigg. He signed to me to stop. "Mr.
Ludlow, I find that what you told me this morning was true. And I withdraw every word of condemnation that I spoke. I wish I had never greater cause to find fault than I have with you, in regard to this matter. Not that I can sanction your being out so late, although the plea of excuse _be_ a dying man. You understand?"
"Yes, sir. It shall not occur again."
Down at the house in Stagg"s Entry, that evening, Mrs. Cann met me on the stairs. "One of the great college doctors was here to-day, sir. He came up asking all manner of questions about you--whether you"d been here till a"most midnight yesterday, and what you"d stayed so late for, and--and all about it."
Dr. Applerigg! "What did you tell him, Mrs. Cann?"
"Tell him, sir! what should I tell him but the truth? That you had stayed here late because of Charley"s being took worse and n.o.body with him, and had read the burial service to him for his asking; and that you came most evenings, and was just as good to him as gold. He said he"d see Charley for himself then; and he went in and talked to him, oh so gently and nicely about his soul; and gave little Nanny half-a-crown when he went away. Sometimes it happens, sir, that those who look to have the hardest faces have the gentlest hearts. And Charley"s dying, sir. He was took worse again this evening at five o"clock, and I hardly thought he"d have lasted till now. The doctor has been, and thinks he"ll go off quietly."
Quietly perhaps in one sense, but it was a restless death-bed. He was not still a minute; but he was quite sensible and calm. Waking up out of a doze when I went in, he held out his hand.
"It is nearly over, sir."
I was sure of that, and sat down in silence. There could be no mistaking his looks.
"I have just had a strange dream," he whispered, between his laboured breath; and his eyes were wet with tears, and he looked curiously agitated. "I thought I saw mother. It was in a wide place, all light and sunshine, too beautiful for anything but heaven. Mother was looking at me; I seemed to be outside in dulness and darkness, and not to know how to get in. Others that I"ve known in my lifetime, and who have gone on before, were there, as well as mother; they all looked happy, and there was a soft strain of music, like nothing I ever heard in this world. All at once, as I was wondering how I could get in, my sins seemed to rise up before me in a great cloud; I turned sick, thinking of them; for I knew no sinful person might enter there. Then I saw One standing on the brink! it could only have been Jesus; and He held out His hand to me and smiled, "I am here to wash out your sins," He said, and I thought He touched me with His finger; and oh, the feeling of delight that came over me, of repose, of bliss, for I knew that all earth"s troubles were over, and I had pa.s.sed into rest and peace for ever."
Nanny came up, and gave him one or two spoonfuls of wine.
"I don"t believe it was a dream," he said, after a pause. "I think it was sent to show me what it is I am entering on; to uphold me through the darksome valley of the shadow of death."
"Mother said she should be watching for us, you know, Charley," said the child.
A restless fit came over him again, and he stirred uneasily. When it had pa.s.sed, he was still for awhile and then looked up at me.
"It was the new heaven and the new earth, sir, that we are told of in the Revelation. Would you mind, sir--just those few verses--reading them to me for the last time?"
Nanny brought the Bible, and put the candle on the stand, and I read what he asked for--the first few verses of the twenty-first chapter. The little girl kneeled down by the bed and joined her hands together.
"That"s enough, Nanny," I whispered. "Put the candle back."
"But I did not tell all my dream," he resumed; "not quite all. As I pa.s.sed over into heaven, I thought I looked down here again. I could see the places in the world; I could see this same Oxford city. I saw the men here in it, sir, at their cards and their dice and their drink; at all their thoughtless folly. Spending their days and nights without a care for the end, without as much as thinking whether they need a Saviour or not. And oh, their condition troubled me! I seemed to understand all things plainly then, sir. And I thought if they would but once lift up their hearts to Him, even in the midst of their sin, He would take care of them even then, and save them from it in the end--for He was tempted Himself once, and knows how sore their temptations are. In my distress, I tried to call out and tell them this, and it awoke me."
"Do you think he ought to talk, sir?" whispered Nanny. But nothing more could harm him now.
My time was up, and I ought to be going. Poor Charley spoke so imploringly--almost as though the thought of it startled him.
"Not yet, sir; not yet! Stay a bit longer with me. It is for the last time."
And I stayed: in spite of my word pa.s.sed to Dr. Applerigg. It seems to me a solemn thing to cross the wishes of the dying.
So the clock went ticking on. Mrs. Cann stole in and out, and a lodger from below came in and looked at him. Before twelve all was over.
I went hastening home, not much caring whether the proctor met me again, or whether he didn"t, for in any case I must go to Dr. Applerigg in the morning, and tell him I had broken my promise to him, and why. Close at the gates some one overtook and pa.s.sed me.
It was Tod. Tod with a white face, and his hair damp with running. He had come from Sophie Chalk"s.
"What is it, Tod?"
I laid my hand upon his arm in speaking. He threw it off with a word that was very like an imprecation.
"What _is_ the matter?"
"The devil"s the matter. Mind your own business, Johnny."
"Have you been quarrelling with Everty?"
"Everty be hanged! The man has betaken himself off."
"How much have you lost to-night?"
"Cleaned-out, lad. That"s all."
We got to our room in silence. Tod turned over some cards that lay on the table, and trimmed the candle from a thief.
"Ta.s.son"s dead, Tod."
"A good thing if some of us were dead," was the answer. And he turned into his chamber and bolted the door.
III.
Lunch-time at Oxford, and a sunny day. Instead of college and our usual fare, bread-and-cheese from the b.u.t.tery, we were looking on the High Street from Mrs. Everty"s rooms, and about to sit down to a snow-white damasked table with no end of good things upon it. Madam Sophie had invited four or five of us to lunch with her.
The term had gone on, and Easter was not far off. Tod had not worked much: just enough to keep him out of hot-water. His mind ran on Sophie Chalk more than it did on lectures and chapel. He and the other fellows who were caught by her fascinations mostly spent their spare time there.
Sophie dispersed her smiles pretty equally, but Tod contrived to get the largest share. The difference was this: they had lost their heads to her and Tod his heart. The evening card-playing did not flag, and the stakes played for were high. Tod and Gaiton were the general losers: a run of ill-luck had set in from the first for both of them. Gaiton might afford this, but Tod could not.
Tod had his moments of reflection. He"d sit sometimes for an hour together, his head bent down, whistling softly to himself some slow dolorous strain, and pulling at his dark whiskers; no doubt pondering the question of what was to be the upshot of it all. For my part, I devoutly wished Sophie Chalk had been caught up into the moon before an ill-wind had wafted her to Oxford. It was an awful shame of her husband to let her stay on there, turning the under-graduates" brains. Perhaps he could not help it.
We sat down to table: Sophie at its head in a fresh-looking pink gown and bracelets and nicknacks. Lord Gaiton and Tod sat on either side of her; Richardson was at the foot, and Fred Temple and I faced each other.
What fit of politeness had taken Sophie to invite me, I could not imagine. Possibly she thought I should be sure to refuse; but I did not.
"So kind of you all to honour my poor little table!" said Sophie, as we sat down. "Being in lodgings, I cannot treat you as I should wish. It is all cold: chickens, meat-patties, lobster-salad, and bread-and-cheese. Lord Gaiton, this is sherry by you, I think. Mr.
Richardson, you like porter, I know: there is some on the chiffonier."