"Next week! That is uncommonly short notice. Unwin must be in a precious hurry to close with the bargain."
"He is in a hurry. He says his work is all in arrears, and that his publishers want his book on Cyprus as soon as he can let them have it; and the papers are all in confusion. Of course I let him know that I was in no need of a holiday, and that I would far rather commence work at once. Mr. Unwin was most kind and considerate. My hours are to be from ten to six; so I shall be able to give a lesson or two in the evening."
"You know my opinion on that subject; but I fancy I have exhausted all my arguments for no purpose."
"I am afraid so too," returned Cyril quietly. "Mr. Unwin thinks he can find me a pupil--a young fellow who is behind-hand with his cla.s.sics, and has got plucked in his examination. Really, Burnett, I am extremely indebted to you for this introduction to Mr. Unwin. In spite of his peculiarities, he seems to have an excellent heart."
"Oh yes; he is an out-and-out good fellow. I can tell you some anecdotes that are very much to his credit, only I know he would never forgive me.
Unwin likes his kind actions to blush unseen. Shall you think me impertinent, Blake, if I ask what amount of salary he means to give you?"
"Not in the least; you have every right to know. I am to have a hundred and twenty pounds a year--that is only thirty pounds less than I had at Rutherford. I never expected such good pay."
"Ah! Unwin can afford it."
"He seemed to say so. One thing--he thought I was older than I am. He seemed quite surprised when I told him I was only three-and-twenty."
Michael looked up a little sharply. There was no denying that Cyril looked older--even these few days had worked some indefinable change in him. He was not ill, though he could not be said to be well; but there had come to him a certain settled look that one sees on the faces of middle-aged men who have a large amount of care. And there were dark circles round his eyes, as though sleep had to be wooed with some degree of difficulty.
"You are tolerably youthful still, Blake," he said, not liking to admit that he saw this change in him.
"Am I? I should not have said so from my own feelings. I fancy youth is rather a relative term; but I must acknowledge that Mr. Unwin treated me with a great deal of consideration. I know what you have told him; but he scarcely alluded to it, except in the most distant way: indeed, I am very grateful to him for his delicacy."
"I told you from the first that he was a good fellow. Unwin is what I call an all-round man. He is a bit fussy over his hobbies, but as long as you keep Charles the First out of your conversation I fancy it will be plain sailing. I hope you are not bursting with the subject, as the immortal Mr. d.i.c.k was, when he found himself compelled to fly his kites; but it is a fact that Unwin is a bit cranky about him."
"Thank you for warning me," returned Cyril, with a grave smile; "now, my next business will be to look out for some lodgings within an easy distance of Cromwell Road. I have trespa.s.sed on your kind hospitality long enough."
"Nonsense!" returned Michael bluntly. "I expected you to stop on here for at least another month. I shall go back to Rutherford in a fortnight or so; but that would not make any difference to you: my old woman would be delighted to cook for you, and make you comfortable. You know, her husband was an old corporal in our regiment; but an amputated leg, and a little bit of money coming to his wife, made him fall out of the ranks. I have lodged with them for about ten years, and I have been in no hurry to change my quarters."
"No--they are very comfortable; but the fact is, Burnett, my mother gives me no peace. She writes every day to beg me to take her away from Rutherford. She says she will never go outside the gate as long as she remains there. I imagine she has a nervous dread of meeting my father; besides, she says everyone will be talking about her."
"I do not believe a single person in Rutherford has begun to talk."
"So I tell her; but she will not believe me. You know my mother; it is not always easy to manage her. She will be quieter when she has once got away; so, with many thanks for all your kindness, Burnett, I will just look out for these lodgings."
"Well, if your mind is made up, I will not try to change your determination; but, if you will excuse my plainness of speech, I think it would be better for you to be without your mother for another week or two."
"I daresay you are right," replied Cyril wearily; "and my quiet life here has been a great boon. But it does not do to think only of one"s self. And, after all, nothing matters much. Perhaps Mrs. Johnson may know of some good rooms; they must be furnished, for of course it would never do to move our furniture under the present unsettled state of things. Besides, ours is too old to bear another journey. My mother can bring away the books, and her bits of china, and any little thing she fancies, and Biddy can mount guard over the rest until we can dispose of it. I daresay I can soon get the house off my hands."
"There will be no difficulty about that," returned Michael, inwardly wondering at Cyril"s cool, business-like tone; in his heart he admired him all the more for his pluck. "Paget is looking out for a house--you know he expects to be married shortly--shall I write to him and give him a hint that you want to find a tenant for the Gray Cottage? I daresay the landlord will be glad for him to take it."
"If you will be so good. I forgot all about Paget. But he would turn up his nose at our old carpets; his bride-elect is rather a grand lady."
Cyril"s tone was a trifle cynical; but Michael would have forgiven him if his speech had been flavoured with the gall of bitterness.
"Very well, then; I will write to him before country post, and we will have up Mrs. Johnson and talk to her."
And Cyril at once rang the bell.
Two days afterwards Audrey received her first long letter from Michael.
A brief note was all that had yet reached her.
"MY DEAR AUDREY," it began,
"I hope that you will not think that I have forgotten you; but when there is literally nothing to say, I am rather a bad hand at cooking up a letter; and I had not a single fact to go upon, except to tell you that, on the whole, we were pretty fit, and were jogging along somehow. Well, I have a whole budget of facts now, and my pen has become a valuable implement.
"First, then, Blake has come to terms with Unwin; and he is to begin work on Monday. I believe in his heart he would still prefer the New Zealand scheme; and if we could only get rid of his mother--not an easy task that--I should be inclined to give him a helping hand in that direction; but as Blake does not see his way clear to leave her, he may as well take the berth offered to him.
Privately, I believe Unwin is hugging himself under the idea that he has got a treasure. He spoke of him to me as a highly intelligent fellow and a first-rate Greek scholar, which we know are facts. His hours are pretty light--from ten to six--so he will have his evenings to himself; but I am sorry to say he means to look out for pupils. I have talked myself hoa.r.s.e on the subject; but he will not listen to reason. Of course his health will suffer: he has always been accustomed to so much fresh air and exercise. If I could only induce him to join a cricket or tennis club! But it would never do to propose it just now; he has no heart for play.
"One thing, he has given in to me about Kester, though I had some difficulty with him at first. We had a long talk last night, and I employed all my eloquence to bring him to see the thing in its right light; and at last he consented that I should have my way.
"Do you remember my telling you about George Moore--that nice fellow who got into trouble with his rector? Well, he has married lately, and his wife is a very good woman. Moore has taken a capital house at Brighton. He has a curacy at Kemp Town, and he is looking out for a few pupils to prepare for the university.
"I am going to send Kester to him for a year or two, until he is old enough to go to Oxford. Abercrombie tells me the sea air will do him a world of good. I have just written to him to come up at once, as he must have a proper outfit. And now I must tell you that Blake has found some very good rooms, Kensington way. I went down with him yesterday, and I think they will do very well.
"There is a good-sized drawing-room--a sunny, cheerful room, with a smaller one behind, where Blake can work with his pupils--and two good bedrooms. Biddy (how I wish she were not to be of the menage!) will have to content herself with a dull slip of a room on the bas.e.m.e.nt. Of course the furniture is shabby, and there is very little of it; but I mean to introduce a few improvements by degrees. I like the appearance of the woman of the house. She is a widow, and is evidently very respectable. Her daughter, a very tidy sort of person, waits on the lodgers.
"I think I have told you about all now. Blake has thawed lately, and we have long talks together, though perhaps they are not cheerful ones. On the whole, I think he shows a great deal of pluck. I doubt whether any other young man of his age would behave as well. If the Victoria Cross were ever given for moral heroism, I am sure Blake would get it.
"Good-bye until we meet. I suppose I shall be back in another week or ten days. Take care of yourself, my dear, for the sake of your affectionate friend and cousin,
"MICHAEL."
"There is no one like Michael!" was Audrey"s inward comment as she put down the letter.
How simply he had told her his intentions with regard to Kester! as though his generosity were a matter of course. How few men of Michael"s age would have cared to saddle themselves with such a responsibility!
for one, too, who was not their own kith and kin.
"It will cost him at least two hundred a year," she thought; "no wonder my poor Cyril found it difficult to accept such an offer. He would take nothing from Michael for himself, but he could hardly refuse for Kester.
Michael has virtually adopted him, just as I should like to adopt Mollie. I suppose he thinks he will have no son of his own, and there is all that money----"
And she sighed a little as she thought of Michael"s loneliness.
But if she had only known it, Michael"s real generosity was shown in those lines he had written at the end of his letter. His munificence to Kester cost him far less than those few words which he wrote so ungrudgingly of his rival; but he knew how they would gladden her heart.
The old beautiful smile would come to her lips, he thought, as she read them.
"They will please her more than all the rest of the letter," he said to himself.
Two or three evenings after this letter had reached her, Audrey went into her father"s study, as usual, to bid him good-night; but when he had kissed her with that special tenderness which he had shown to her ever since her trouble, she looked at him very seriously.
"Father," she said, as he kept his arm still round her, "I wish you to know that I am going to the Gray Cottage to-morrow to bid Mrs. Blake good-bye."
Then Dr. Ross"s arm dropped from her waist, and she saw at once that the news was not palatable to him.
"Is that necessary, Audrey?"
"Yes, father; I think I may say that it is necessary. I have kept away from the Gray Cottage all this time because I knew that it was your wish that I should do so, and I have ever been guided by your wishes; but now Mrs. Blake is going away, and it would trouble me greatly if she were to leave without my bidding her good-bye."
"I think it would be far better, for her sake as well as yours, that there should be no special leave-taking."