"Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain-top, A child may first impel, a giant cannot stop."--TRENCH.
"By despising himself too much, a man comes to be worthy of his own contempt."--AMIEL.
Audrey was sure it was the east wind that made everyone so unlike themselves the next morning. Bailey had told her that the wind was decidedly easterly, or, perhaps, more strictly speaking, north-east. She had run down the garden to speak to him about some plants, and perhaps with some intention of intercepting Cyril when he went across to breakfast, and they had had quite a confabulation on the subject.
But when she got back to the house she found rather a subdued state of things. Mrs. Ross looked tired; her husband had kept her awake by his restlessness, and she had got it firmly in her mind that a fit of gout was impending. Dr. Ross had once had a touch of gout--a very slight touch, to be sure--but it had given him a wholesome fear of the complaint, and had implanted in him a deep distrust of other men"s port wine; and his devoted wife had never forgotten the circ.u.mstance.
"And I am sure," she observed in an undertone to her daughter, "that if I were not quite certain that there is nothing troubling your father--for, of course, he would have told me of it at once--I should have said there was something on his mind, for he tossed and groaned so; but mark my words, Audrey, it is his old enemy, the gout; and if only I could induce him to speak to Dr. Pilkington we might ward it off still."
"What is that you are telling the child, Emmie?" asked the Doctor, who had very sharp ears. "Gout! stuff and nonsense! I never was better in my life."
"I think your complexion looks a little sallow this morning, John,"
returned Mrs. Ross rather timidly, for she knew her husband"s objection to any form of ailment; "and I am sure you never closed your eyes all night." But at this Dr. Ross pished impatiently, and it was then that Audrey hazarded her brilliant suggestion about the east wind.
"Michael looks rather limp, too," she went on; "and he never could endure an east wind."
"Have your own way, Audrey," returned her cousin good-humouredly; but neither to her nor to Mrs. Ross did he confess that his night had been sleepless too. When he had finished his breakfast he went round to the stables, where Dr. Ross joined him. He had ordered the dog-cart to be got ready for him, and he told the groom that there was no need to bring it round to the front door.
Dr. Ross watched him silently as he drew on his driving gloves and turned up the collar of his coat.
"You will have a cold drive, I am afraid," he said at last, as Michael took the reins and the brown mare began to fidget; "come to my study the moment you get back." And Michael nodded.
Much as he disliked the business before him, he was anxious to get it over; so he drove as fast as possible; and as the mare was fresh and skittish, she gave him plenty to think about, and he was quite warm with the exertion of holding her in and restraining her playful antics by the time he pulled up at the village inn, which went by the name of the Cat and Fiddle. Here he had the mare put up, while he walked down the one main street of Brail, and down a lane or two, until he came to Mr.
O"Brien"s sequestered cottage.
Mr. O"Brien opened the door himself. When he saw Michael, he shook his head with an air of profound sadness, and led the way without speaking into the parlour, where he usually sat, and where Sam was basking before the fire after the luxurious habit of cats.
He got up, however, and rubbed his sleek head against Michael"s knee as he sat down in the black elbow-chair; but Mr. O"Brien still stood on the rug, shaking his head sadly.
"You have come, Captain. I made up my mind you would come to-day, to get at the rights of it; I told Mat so. "Depend upon it, the Captain will look us up," I said to him; "he is a man of action, and it is not likely he will let the gra.s.s grow under his feet. He will be round, sure enough, and you will have to be ready with your answers.""
"Where is your brother, Mr. O"Brien?"
"He has gone out for a bit, but he will be back presently. I told him not to go far. "You"ll be wanted, you may take my word for it--you"ll be wanted, Mat," I told him; and then he promised he would be round directly."
"I am afraid this affair has been a great shock to you, Mr. O"Brien.
Miss Ross once told me that you had no idea whom your brother married."
"Well, sir, I can"t say as much as that. Mat told me that the name of the girl he was going to wed was Olive Carrick, and that she came of respectable people; but he did not tell me much more than that. And now I put it to you, Captain--how was I to know that any woman would falsify her husband"s name, and that she should be living close to my doors, as one might say?--for what is a matter of three miles? It gave me a sort of shiver--and I have not properly got rid of it yet--when I think of that dear young creature, whom Susan and me have always loved--that she should be entrapped through that woman"s falseness into an engagement with Mat"s son. It goes to my heart--it does indeed, Captain--to see that dear, sweet lady dragged into a connection that will only disgrace her."
"My cousin would think it no disgrace to be connected with you, Mr.
O"Brien;" for he knew too well Audrey"s large-mindedness and absence of conventionality. "She has always looked upon you as her friend."
"Thank you, Captain; that is very handsomely said, and I wish my Prissy could have heard it, for she has done nothing but cry since the news reached her. "Rachel refusing to be comforted" is nothing compared to Prissy when the mood is on her; she literally waters all her meals with her tears. Yes, you mean it handsomely; but I am an old man, Captain Burnett, and know the world a bit, and I have the sense to see that Thomas...o...b..ien--honest and painstaking as he may be--is no fit connection for Dr. Ross"s daughter. Why, to think she might be my niece and call me "uncle"!" and here the old man"s face flushed as he spoke.
"It is not right; it is not as it should be. She must give him up--she must indeed, Captain!"
"I am afraid Dr. Ross holds that opinion, Mr. O"Brien. You will understand that he means no disrespect to you; but it is simply intolerable to him that any daughter of his should marry Matthew O"Brien"s son. You see, I am speaking very plainly."
"Yes, sir; and I am speaking just as plainly to you. In this sort of case it is no use beating about the bush. Mat has made his bed, and he must just lie on it; and his children--Heaven help them, poor young things!--must just lie on theirs too. Dear, dear! to think that when she was talking to me so pleasantly about Mollie and Kester, and--what is her lad"s name?--that neither she nor I had an idea that she was speaking to their uncle! There, it beats me, Captain--it does indeed!"
And there were tears in the old man"s eyes.
"I am afraid there is heavy trouble in store for them all, and for my cousin, too; she will be very unwilling to give up Blake."
"Humph! that is what he calls himself! Well, she was always faithful, Captain; she is made of good stout stuff, and that sort wears best in the long-run. If she is a bit difficult, send her to me, and I"ll talk to her. I will put things before her in a light she won"t be able to resist."
In spite of the sadness of the conversation, Michael could hardly forbear a smile.
"I hardly know what you would say to her, Mr. O"Brien."
"You leave that to me, Captain; it is best not to be too knowing about things. But I don"t mind telling you one thing that I would say: "My dear young lady, you have been a good and true friend to Thomas...o...b..ien, and I am grateful and proud to call you my friend; but I will not have you for my niece. Mat"s son may be good as gold--I have nothing to say against the poor lad, who, after all, is my own flesh and blood; but it would be a sin and shame to wed him, when his father picked oak.u.m in a felon"s cell." Don"t you think that will fetch her, sir? Women are mostly proud, and like their menkind to have clean hands; and I"ll say it, too!" And here Mr. O"Brien thumped the arm of his chair so emphatically, that Sam woke and uttered a reproachful mew.
"I hope you will not be put to the pain of saying this to her,"
returned. Michael, in a low voice.
What a fine old fellow this was! He wondered what Dr. Ross would say when he repeated this speech to him. Nature must have intended Tom O"Brien for a gentleman. Could anything be more touching than the way he sought to shield his girl-friend, even putting aside the natural claims of his own flesh and blood to prevent her from being sullied by any contact with him and his?
Michael felt as though he longed to shake hands with him, and tell him how he honoured and respected him; but he instinctively felt that any such testimony would hardly be understood. One word he did venture to say:
"I think it is very good of you to take our side."
"Nay, sir, I can see nought of goodness in it. As my Susan used to say, you should not praise people for walking along a straight road, and for not taking the first crooked path that offers itself. Susan and I thought alike there--we were neither of us fond of crooked turnings.
"There can only be one right and one wrong, Tom," as she would say; and I hope, Captain, that I shall always tell the truth and shame the devil as long as I am a living man."
"I should think there would be no doubt of that," returned Michael heartily. And then a faint smile crossed the old man"s face; but it faded in a moment, as footsteps sounded in the pa.s.sage outside.
"That is Mat; he has kept his word in coming back so soon. I had better fetch him in, and then you"ll get it over."
"You need not leave the room, Mr. O"Brien; this is your business as well as ours."
"I know it, sir. But, thank you kindly, I feel as if I had said my say, and that I may as well bide quiet with Prissy. Mat has had it all out with me; we were up half the night talking. I always hoped I was a Christian, Captain; but I doubt it when I think of the words I spoke about that woman. She married that poor lad to serve her own purposes and to spite her lover; and while he doted on her, she just looked down on him, and scouted his people because they were in trade. She pretty nearly ruined him with her fine lady-like ways, and with pestering him for money that he had not got; and then, when he made that slip of his, and was almost crazy with the sin and the shame, she just gives him up--will have nothing more to do with him. And that is the woman that the Almighty made so fair outside that our poor foolish lad went half wild for the love of her! No, sir; if you will excuse me, I will just send Mat along, and keep in the background a bit. It makes me grind my teeth with pain and anger to hear how she treated the poor fellow, almost driving him mad with her bitter tongue!"
"Then in that case I will certainly not keep you." And as he spoke he noticed how the vigorous old man seemed to totter as he rose from his chair; but he only shook his head with the same gentle smile as Michael offered him his arm.
"Nay, Captain; that is not needed. I am only a bit shaken with all that"s pa.s.sed, and you must give me time to right myself. Now I will send Mat in; and when you have finished I"ll see you again."
Michael did not have to wait long. He had only crossed the room to look at a photograph of Susan O"Brien which always stood on a little round table in the corner, when he found the light suddenly intercepted, as Matthew O"Brien"s tall figure blocked up the little window.
To his surprise, Mat commenced the conversation quite easily:
"You are looking at Susan, Captain Burnett? That was taken twelve or thirteen years ago. Isn"t it a kind, true face?--that is better than a handsome one in the long-run. She does not look as though she would desert a man when his head is under water--eh, Captain?"
"No, indeed!" returned Michael, falling at once into the other man"s humour. "Mrs. O"Brien must have been a thoroughly good woman, for her husband never seems to have got over her loss; he is always talking about her."
"That is so like Tom! He was never given to keep a silent tongue in his head: he must always speak out his thoughts, good or bad. That is rather different from me. Why, I have often spent days without opening my mouth, except to call to my dog. I think Tom finds it a relief to talk; the sound of his own tongue soothes him."
"Very likely. Shall we sit down, Mr. O"Brien? the fireside is rather a pleasant place this bitter March day."