"I have sometimes thought that _mutatis mutandis_ the same may be true of the bagpipes, the strains of which--"skirl," I believe, is the proper expression--are not altogether discordant with the moaning of the wind over those desolate moors or the cries uttered by their wilder denizens; though, speaking personally, I never could endure the instrument."
"Me either," agreed Archelaus again, shuffling a little on his feet, as the dreadful truth began to dawn on him, that the Lord Proprietor meant to present him with yet another pair of trousers.
Sir Caesar, however, chose to play for a minute with his benevolent design.
"There is no more delicate study," he went on, "than that of acclimatisation. None which requires a nicer union of artistic daring with artistic judgment, patience, with decision.... I propose to go in for it pretty extensively on Inniscaw."
"Yes, sir?"
"The ostriches have been a great encouragement."
"I suppose, now, when you get accustomed to "em----"
"Though I have yet to prove that they will breed here. Yet, why not?
The Gulf Stream, I am a.s.sured, has a stimulating influence upon all forms of organic life, animal as well as vegetable. It may be compared with that inward volcanic heat which, in and around the Bay of Naples, clothes the sh.o.r.e with verdure, and is not without responsibility for the pa.s.sions of the inhabitants.... But, as I was saying, a man must use judgment. A plant may thrive when transferred across a thousand miles of ocean, may propagate itself even more freely than in its native habitat, and yet, to the artistic eye, be never truly at home.
Its colour, of flower or foliage, refuses to blend with our landscape, to adapt itself to our Atlantic skies. It is my hobby, Sergeant, to discover not only what imported plants will flourish with our soil and climate, but what particular one is worthiest of cultivation; and, having discovered that, I propose to bend all my best energies upon it.... Eh? But where did you get those remarkably fine bulbs?"
Archelaus held out three in the palm of his hand.
"From the garrison garden, sir; with the Governor"s compliments, and understanding you to take an interest in bulbs."
"Daffodils? Some species of narcissus, at any rate."
The Lord Proprietor took one of the bulbs and examined it, turning it over. "I had no idea that Major Vigoureux--er--went in for this sort of thing, or I"d have done myself the pleasure of visiting his garden."
"You wouldn"t find much in it, sir," said Archelaus, hastily, remembering yesterday"s adventure. "At least not much to interest you.
To tell the truth, the Governor sets very little store by these, though they look pretty enough in March month. But wanting to show his feelings in the matter of those trousers----"
"You shall have another pair!"
"Oh!" said Archelaus, in spite of himself, and though he had miserably foreseen the offer for ten minutes past.
"And you may take back my thanks to the Commandant, and tell him that I hope, within the next few days, to pay him a call."
Archelaus touched his forelock, bringing up his palm at the right military salute--in those days a complicated operation. To himself he breathed a thanksgiving that the Fair Lady (as he and the Treachers called Vashti) had taken her departure from Garrison Hill overnight.
Ever since breakfast he had been feeling sadly dejected about it and so (if appearances might be trusted) had his master. There is a fearful joy, after all, in living on a volcano.
But, alas, for Sergeant Archelaus! He was at this moment standing on the crust of a volcano, and that crust was momentarily wearing thinner.
The sh.o.r.e beneath the great house of Inniscaw has two landing quays, of which the eastern (Archelaus had used the western) lies hidden from view of the terrace, and can be approached by a boat keeping close under St. Lide"s sh.o.r.e. Engrossed in his lecture upon acclimatisation, the Lord Proprietor had missed to perceive a boat making for this eastern quay; and so had Archelaus, for the simpler reason that he stood with his back to the view.
"Step into the house with me, and you shall make your choice between half-a-dozen pairs," the Lord Proprietor invited him.
"If you are sure it"s not troubling you," said Archelaus.
"My good man--" began the Lord Proprietor, leading the way; and with that he turned about, surprised that Archelaus was not following. "Eh?
What"s the matter?"
But Archelaus, speechless, was staring along the terrace to its eastern end, where, at the head of a flight of steps leading down among the shrubberies, a head had suddenly uprisen into view--a head in a gray bonnet with tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs of subdued violet--the head of Miss Gabriel.
"H"m!" said Miss Gabriel, and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Pope, who were mounting the stairway at her heels.
CHAPTER XVII
THE LORD PROPRIETOR RECEIVES A DOUBLE SHOCK
"H"m!" said Miss Gabriel again, as she once more surveyed the shrinking Archelaus. "So you allowed you"d steal a march on me?"
"I had no such thought, ma"am," stammered Archelaus.
"You"ll get no good out of it, anyway; and of that I warn you. Good morning, sir!"--this with a curtsey to the Lord Proprietor.
"Good morning, ma"am! How d"ye do, Pope?--and your good lady is well, I hope? But to what do I owe this unexpected--er--honour?"
"Him," said Miss Gabriel, nodding, and with scarcely a change of tone.
"To Sergeant Archelaus, ma"am? Why, what has he been doing?"
"You might better ask--" Miss Gabriel answered slowly, emphatically, with her eye on the culprit--"what he has not."
"Whichever you please, ma"am. Come!"
"I find a difficulty in putting a name to it," pursued Miss Gabriel, still in the same level tone. "But Mr. Pope will bear me out. If he doesn"t, I shall still allow no false delicacy to stand between me and my duty."
"Miss Gabriel means, sir," explained Mr. Pope, "that the articles in question----"
"What articles, man?" asked the Lord Proprietor, as Mr. Pope, in his turn, hesitated.
"Trousers," said Miss Gabriel, setting her face. "No, Charlotte"--she turned upon Mrs. Pope--"this is no time for mincing language. They were on a scarecrow, sir, in the very middle of the garrison garden, along with my waistcoat----"
"Your waistcoat, ma"am!"
"That is to say, with my antimaca.s.sar, which I had converted into a waistcoat and presented, in the innocence of my heart, to Treacher; the clothing of these men being nothing short of a scandal. But for scandal, sir, their clothes won"t compare with their doings. Not to mention----"
"My dear lady, I implore you, let us take one thing at a time! You wish to make some statement about a scarecrow--in the garrison garden--adorned (am I right?) with a waistcoat you were once kind enough to present to Sergeant Treacher, and (I gather) with a pair of trousers about which you are less explicit." The Lord Proprietor paused. His eyes grew round with sudden, terrible suspicion. "You don"t mean to tell me--" he asked slowly.
Miss Gabriel nodded, and wagged an accusing forefinger at Archelaus.
"That"s just what I _do_ mean. And if you want a picture of guilt, look at that man!"
The Lord Proprietor turned and stared at him, gasping.
"My trousers? _Mine?_" But here speech failed him, and he stood opening and shutting his mouth like a newly-landed fish.