"He"s a great blackguard!" Sidney blurted forth; "but there"s an end of him. He"ll not trouble you any more, Harriet; he did not know that you had a big brother to take care of you. These sorts of fellows object to big brothers--they"re in the way so much."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"You oughtn"t to go out at this time of night alone," he added after awhile; "it isn"t exactly the thing, you know."
"No one spoke to me before."
"N--no, but it is not what _I_ call proper."
"What you call proper, Mr. Hinchford!--I"m sure I--"
"I beg pardon; of course anything that I--I think proper, is of no consequence to you. It"s only my way of speaking out--rather too plainly. I offend the clerks in the office at times and--and of course it"s no business of mine, Harriet, although I did hope once that--that it would be. _There!_"
Harriet saw what was coming, or rather what had come. She was alarmed, although this was not her first offer, and the bloom of novelty had been lightly brushed off by that boarding-school folly of which she felt more ashamed every day. She began walking very fast, in much the same way from his pa.s.sionate words as she had done from the frothy vapidity of that man, extinguished for ever.
Sidney walked on with her; her hand was sliding from his arm when he made a clutch at it, and held it rather firmly. He went at his love affairs in a straightforward manner--his earnestness making up for his lack of eloquence.
"I know I"ve done it!" he said; "I know I should have kept this back a year or two--perhaps altogether--but it wouldn"t answer, and it has made me miserable, out of sorts, and an enigma to the old dad. I"m only just twenty--of no position yet, but with a great hope to make one--I"m sure that I shall love you all my life, and never be happy without you--can you put up with a fellow like me, and say I may hope to teach you to love me some day?"
A strange fear beset Harriet--a fear of answering before the whirl of events had given her time to consider. She had never seriously thought of pledging herself to him; though her woman"s quickness had guessed at his secret long since, she had never dreamed of him or felt her heart beat for him, as for that first love who had won her girl"s fancy, and then faded away like a dream-figure. She was agitated from the preceding events of that night, and now, in an unlucky moment, he added to her embarra.s.sment and made her brain whirl--she was scarcely herself, and did not answer like herself.
"Let go my hand, sir--let me go home--I don"t want to hear any more!"
"Very well," he answered; and was silent the rest of the way home--leaving her without a word in the shop, and pa.s.sing through that side door reserved for the Hinchfords for the last thirteen years.
Harriet, trembling and excited, almost stumbled into the back parlour, and began to sob forth a part of the adventures of that evening. Sidney, like the ghost of himself, stalked into the first-floor front, where his father was keeping a late tea for him.
The anxious eyes of the father glanced from under the bushy white brows; he was a student of human nature, so far as his son was concerned at least.
"Anything wrong, Sid?"
"N--no," was the hesitative answer.
"You look troubled."
"I"m tired--dead beat."
"Let us get on with the tea, then," he said a.s.suming a cheery voice; "here"s the _Times_, Sid."
"I have read it," was the hollow answer.
"Oh! I haven"t--any news?"
"Tea gone up with a rush, I believe."
"Ah! good for the firm, I hope."
"Believe so--don"t know. Phew! how infernally hot this room gets!"
Mr. Hinchford hazarded no more remarks--the curt replies of his son were sufficient indication of a reluctance to attend to him. He set out the tea-table, and superintended the duties thereof in a grave, fatherly manner, glancing askance at his son over the rim of his tea-cup. Sidney was in a mood that troubled the sire--for it was an unusual mood, and suggested something very much out of the way.
After tea, Sidney would compose himself and relate what had happened in the City to disturb him, and led him to respond churlishly to the old father, who had never given him a cross word in his life. He would wait Sidney"s good time--there was no good hurrying the lad.
These two were something more than father and son; their long companionship together, unbroken upon by other ties, had engendered a concentrative affection which was a little out of the common--which more resembled in some respects the love existent between a good mother and daughter. They were friends, confidants, inseparable companions as well.
The son"s ambition was the father"s, and all that interested and influenced the one equally affected the other. Sidney had made no friends from the counting-house or warehouse clerks; they were not "his sort," and he shunned their acquaintance. He was a young man of an unusual pattern, a trifle more grave than his years warranted, and endued with more forethought than the whole business put together. He looked at life sternly--too sternly for his years--and his soul was absorbed in rising to a good position therein, for his father"s sake as well as his own. His father was growing old; his memory was not so good as it used to be; Sid fancied that the time would shortly come when the builders would discover his father"s defects, dismiss him with a week"s salary, and find a younger and sharper man to supply his place. That was simply business in a commercial house; but it was death to the incapables, whom sharp practice swept out of the way. Sidney felt that he had no time to lose; that there must come a day when his father"s position would depend upon himself; when he should have to work for both, as his father had worked for him when he was young and helpless and troublesome. Sidney"s employers were kind, more than that, they were deeply interested in the strange specimen of a young man who worked hard, objected to holidays, and took work home with him when there was a pressure on the firm; he was honest, energetic and truthful, and a servant with those requisites is always worth his weight in gold. They had conferred together, and resolved to make a partner of him in due course, when he was of age or when he was five-and-twenty; and Sidney, though he had never been informed of their intentions, guessed it by some quick instinct, read it in their faces, and believed that good luck would fall to his share some day. Still he never spoke of his hopes, save once to his father in a weak moment, of which he ever after repented, for his father was of a more sanguine nature, and inclined to build his castles too rapidly. Sidney knew the uncertainties of life--more especially of city life--and he proceeded quietly on his way, keeping his hopes under pressure, and talking and thinking like a clerk in the City who never expected to reach higher than two or three hundred a year.
Yet with all his prudence he was, singular to relate, not of a reticent nature; he was a young man who spoke out, and hated mystery or suspense.
Possibly in this last instance he had spoken out too quickly for Harriet Wesden; and though suspense was over, he did not feel pleased with his tactics of that particular evening. And he _was_ inclined to keep back all the unpleasant reminiscences of that night, sink them for ever in the waters of oblivion, and never let a soul know what an a.s.s he had made of himself. It was his first imprudence, and he was aggrieved at it; he had given way to impulse, and suffered his love to escape at an unpropitious moment--his ears burned to think of all the folly which he had committed.
In a bad temper--he who was generally so calm and equable--he took his tea, and shunned his father"s inspection by turning his back upon him.
After a while he took up the _Times_, which he had previously declined, and feigned an interest in the "Want Places." Mattie came in and out of the room with the hot water, &c.; she waited on the Hinchfords when Ann of all work was weak in the ankles, which was of frequent occurrence.
Mattie made herself generally useful, and rather liked trouble than not.
With a multiplicity of tasks on her mind, she was always more cheerful; it was only when there was nothing to do that her face a.s.sumed a sternness of expression as if the shadow of her early days were settling there.
Mattie, bustling to and fro in attendance upon the Hinchfords, observed all and said nothing, like a sensible girl. She was quick enough to see that something unusual had happened above stairs as well as below, and her interest was as great in these two friends--and _helpers_--as in the Wesdens. She would have everybody happy in that house--it had been a lucky house for her, and it should be for all in it, if she possessed the power to make it so!
She saw that one trouble had come at least; and looking intently at Sidney"s grim face--she had busied herself with the bread and b.u.t.ter plate to get a good look at it--she read its story more plainly than he would have liked.
Outside the door she paused and put "this and that together"--_this_ in the drawing-room, and _that_ in the parlour, and jumped at once at the right conclusion, with a rapidity that did infinite credit to her seventeen years. Seventeen years then, and rather shorter than ever, if that were possible.
"He has been courting Harriet--I know he has!" she said; "and Harriet"s been in a tantrum, and said something to cross him--that"s it!"
She missed a step and shook up the tea-things that she was carrying down-stairs. This recalled her to the duties of her situation.
"One thing at a time, Mattie, my dear," she said, in a patronizing way to herself, as she descended to the lower regions. In those lower regions poor Ann Packet created another divergence of thought. Ann"s ankles continued to swell--she had been much on her feet during the last heavy wash, and the gloomy thought had stolen to her, that her new calamity--she was a woman born for calamities--would end in the hospital.
This idea having just seized her, she communicated it at once to Mattie, upon her re-appearance in the kitchen.
"Mattie," said Ann, lugubriously, "I"ve been a good friend to you, all my life--ain"t I?"
"To be sure you have," was the quick answer.
"When you came here first, a reg"lar young rip, I took to you, taught you what was tidiness, which you didn"t know any more than the babe unborn, did you?"
"Not much more--don"t you feel so well to-night, Ann?"
"Much wus--I"m only forty, and my legs oughtn"t to go at that age."
"No, and they won"t."
"_Won"t_ they?" was the ironical answer; "but they will--but they has!
Oh! Mattie gal, you"ll come and see me at St. Tummas"s?"
"Ann Packet," said Mattie gravely, "this won"t do. You"re getting your old horrors again, and you"re full of fancies, and your ankles are not half so bad as you think they are. I know what _you_ want."
"What?"
"A good shaking," laughed Mattie, "that"s all."