"Brothers in arms," responded Jock.
It was one of those accesses of deep enthusiasm, and even of sentiment, which modern cynicism and false shame have not entirely driven out of youth. Their hearts were full; and Jock, the stronger, abler, and more enterprising had always exercised a fascination over his friend, who was absolutely enchanted to find him become an ally instead of a tempter, and to be no longer pulled two opposite ways.
"Ought we not to say a prayer to make it really firm? We can"t stand alone, you know," he said, diffidently.
"If you like; if you know one," said Jock.
Cecil knelt down and said the Lord"s Prayer and the collect for the Fourth Epiphany Sunday.
"That"s nice," was Jock"s comment. "How did you know it?"
"Mother made us learn the collects every Sunday, and she wrote that in my little book. I always begin the half with it, but afterwards I can"t go on."
"Then it doesn"t do you much good," was the not unnatural remark.
"I don"t know," said Cecil, hesitating; "may be all this--your getting right, I mean, is the coming round of prayers--my mother"s, I mean, for if you take this turn, it will be much easier for me! Poor mother! it"s not for want of her caring and teaching."
"My mother doesn"t bother about it."
"I wish she did," said Cecil. "If she had gone on like mine, you would have been ever so much better than I."
"No, I should have been bored and bothered into being regularly good-for-nothing. You don"t know what she"s really like. She"s nicer than anyone--as jolly as any fellow, and yet a lady all over."
"I know that," said Cecil; "she was uncommonly jolly to me at Eton, and I know my mother and she will get on like a house on fire. We"re too old to have a scrimmage about them like disgusting little lower boys," he added, seeing Jock still bristling in defence of Mother Carey.
This produced a smile, and he went on--
"Look here, Skipjack, we will be fellow-soldiers every way. My Uncle James can do anything at the Horse Guards, and he shall have us set down for the same regiment. I"ll tell him you are my good influence."
"But I"ve been just the other way."
"Oh, but you will be--a year or two will show it. Which shall it be? Do you go in for cavalry or infantry? I like cavalry, but he"s all for the other."
Jock was wearied enough not to have much contribution to make to the conversation, and he thus left Cecil such a fair field as he seldom enjoyed for Uncle James"s Indian and Crimean campaigns, and for the comparative merits of the regiments his nephew had beheld at reviews.
He was interrupted by a message from the guide that there was a cloud in the distance, and the young Herr had better set off quickly unless he wished to be weather-bound.
Johnny was on his feet as soon as there was a step on the stairs, and was congratulated on his ready powers of sleeping.
"It"s in the family," said Jock. "His brother Rob went to sleep in the middle of the examination for his commission."
"Then I should think he could sleep on the rack," said Cecil.
"I"m sure I wish I could," rejoined Jock.
"What a sell for the torturers, to get some chloroform!" said John. And so Cecil departed amid laughter, which gave John little idea how serious the talk had been in his absence.
The rain came on even more rapidly than the guide had foretold, and it was a drenched and dripping object that rode into the court of the tall hotel at Leukerbad, and immediately fell into the hands of Dr. Medlicott and Reeves, who deposited him ignominiously in bed, in spite of all his protestations and murmurs. However, he had the comfort of hearing that his little f.a.g was recovering from the exhaustion of the journey. He had at first been so faint that the doctor had watched, fearing that he would never revive again, and he had not yet attempted to speak; but his breathing was certainly already less laboured, and the choking, struggling cough less frequent. "He really seems likely to have a little natural sleep," was Lord Fordham"s report somewhat later, on coming in to find Cecil sitting up in bed to discuss a very substantial supper. "I hope that with Reeves and the doctor to look to him, his mother may get a little rest to-night."
"Have you seen her?"
"Only for a moment or two, poor thing; but I never did see such eyes or such a wonderful sad smile as she tried to thank us with. Medlicott is ready to do anything for her husband"s sake; I am sure anyone would do the same for hers. To get such a look is something to remember!"
"Well done, Duke!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Cecil under his breath, for he had never seen his senior so animated or so enthusiastic. "Then you mean to stay, and let Medlicott look after them?"
"Of course I do," said Fordham, in a much more decided tone than he had used in the morning. "I"m not going to do anything so barbarous as to leave them to some German pract.i.tioner; and when we are here, I don"t see why they should have advice out from home--not half so good probably."
"You"re a brick, Duke," uttered Cecil; and though Fordham hated slang, he smiled at the praise.
"And now, Duke, be a good fellow, and give me some clothes. That brute Reeves has not brought me in one rag."
"Really it is hardly worth while. It is nearly eight o"clock, and I don"t know where your portmanteau was put. Shall I get you a book?"
"No; but if you"d get me a pen and ink, I want to write to mother."
Such a desire was not too frequent in Cecil, and Fordham was glad enough to promote it, bringing in his own neat apparatus, with only a mild entreaty that his favourite pen might be well treated, and the sheets respected. He had written his own letter of explanation of his first act of independence, and he looked with some wonder at his brother"s rapid writing, not without fear that some sudden pressure for a foolish debt might have been the result of his tete-a-tete with his dangerous friend.
Cecil"s letters were too apt to be requests for money or confessions of debts, and if this were the case, what would be Mrs. Evelyn"s view of the conduct of the whole party in disregarding her wishes?
Had he been with his mother, he would have probably been called into consultation over the letter, but he was forced to remain without the privilege here offered to the reader:--
"Baden Hotel, Leukerbad, June 14.
"Dearest Mother,--Duke has written about our falling in with the Brownlows, and how pluckily Friar caught us up. It was a regular mercy, for the little one couldn"t have lived without Dr. Medlicott, and most likely Lucas is in for a rheumatic fever. He has been telling me all about it, and how frightful it was to be all night out on the edge of the glacier in a thick fog with his ankle strained, and how little Armine went on with his texts and hymns and wasn"t a bit afraid, but quite happy. You never would believe what a fellow Brownlow is. We have had a great talk, and you will never have to say again that he does me harm.
"Mammy, darling, I want to tell you that I was a horrible donkey last half, worse than you guessed, and I am sorrier than ever I was before, and this is a real true resolution not to do it again. Brownlow and I have promised to stand by one another about right and wrong to our lives" end. He means it, and what Brownlow means he does, and so do I.
We said your collect, and somehow I do feel as if G.o.d would help us now.
"Please, dearest mother, forgive me for all I have not told you.
"Duke is very well and jolly. He is quite smitten with Mrs. Brownlow, and, what is more, so is Reeves, who says she is "such a lady that it is a pleasure to do anything for her."
"Your loving son,
"C. F. E."
Cecil"s letter went off with his brother"s in early morning; but it was such a day as only mails and postmen encounter. Mountains, pine-woods, nay, even the opposite houses, were blotted out by sheets of driving rain, and it was impossible to think of bringing Jock down! Dr.
Medlicott heard and saw with dismay. What would the mother say to him--nay, what ought he to have done? He could hardly expect her not to reproach him, and he fairly dreaded meeting her eyes when they turned from the streaming window.
But all she said was, "We did not reckon on this."
"If I had--" began the doctor.
"Please don"t vex yourself," said she; "you could not have done otherwise, and perhaps the move would have hurt him more than staying there. You have been so very kind. See what you have done here!"
For Armine, after some hours that had been very distressing, had sunk into a calm sleep, and there was a far less oppressed look on his wan little face.