"It will be yours; it must be yours."
"Then I will do anything for him that he will accept."
"Do not let him starve, or have to earn his bread."
"Say what you wish, sir, and it shall be done, as far as I can do it."
"Make an offer to him of some income, and settle it on him. Do it at once." The old man, as he said this, was thinking probably of the great danger that all Tretton might, before long, have been made to vanish.
"And, Mountjoy--"
"Sir."
"You have gambled surely enough for amus.e.m.e.nt. With such a property as this in your hands gambling becomes very serious."
They were the last words,--the last intelligible words,--which the old man spoke. He died with his left hand on his son"s neck, and took Merton and his sister by his side. It was a death-bed not without its lesson,--not without a certain charm in the eyes of some fancied beholder. Those who were there seemed to love him well, and should do so.
He had contrived, in spite of his great faults, to create a respect in the minds of those around him, which is itself a great element of love.
But there was something in his manner which told of love for others. He was one who could hate to distraction, and on whom no bonds of blood would operate to mitigate his hatred. He would persevere to injure with a terrible persistency; but yet in every phase of his life he had been actuated by love for others. He had never been selfish, thinking always of others rather than of himself. Supremely indifferent he had been to the opinion of the world around him, but he had never run counter to his own conscience. For the conventionalities of the law he entertained a supreme contempt, but he did wish so to arrange matters with which he was himself concerned as to do what justice demanded. Whether he succeeded in the last year of his life the reader may judge. But certainly the three persons who were a.s.sembled around his death-bed did respect him, and had been made to love him by what he had done.
Merton wrote the next morning to his friend Henry Annesley respecting the scene. "The poor old boy has gone at last, and, in spite of all his faults, I feel as though I had lost an old friend. To me he has been most kind, and did I not know of all his sins I should say that he had been always loyal and always charitable. Mr. Grey condemns him, and all the world must condemn him. One cannot make an apology for him without being ready to throw all truth and all morality to the dogs. But if you can imagine for yourself a state of things in which neither truth nor morality shall be thought essential, then old Mr. Scarborough would be your hero. He was the bravest man I ever knew. He was ready to look all opposition in the face, and prepared to bear it down. And whatever he did, he did with the view of accomplishing what he thought to be right for other people. Between him and his G.o.d I cannot judge, but he believed in an Almighty One, and certainly went forth to meet him without a fear in his heart."
CHAPTER LIX.
JOE THOROUGHBUNG"S WEDDING.
While some men die others are marrying. While the funeral dirge was pealing sadly at Tretton, the joyful marriage-bells were ringing both at Buntingford and Buston. Joe Thoroughbung, dressed all in his best, was about to carry off Molly Annesley to Rome previous to settling down to a comfortable life of hunting and brewing in his native town. Miss Thoroughbung sent her compliments to Mrs. Annesley. Would her brother be there? She thought it probable that Mr. Prosper would not be glad to see her. She longed to subst.i.tute "Peter" for Mr. Prosper, but abstained. In such case she would deny herself the pleasure of "seeing Joe turned off." Then there was an emba.s.sy sent to the Hall. The two younger girls went with the object of inviting Uncle Prosper, but with a desire at their hearts that Uncle Prosper might not come. "I presume the family at Buntingford will be represented?" Uncle Prosper had asked. "Somebody will come, I suppose," said f.a.n.n.y. Then Uncle Prosper had sent down a pretty jewelled ring, and said that he would remain in his room. His health hardly permitted of his being present with advantage. So it was decided that Miss Thoroughbung should come, and every one felt that she would be the howling spirit,--if not at the ceremony, at the banquet which would be given afterward.
Miss Thoroughbung was not the only obstacle, had the whole been known.
Young Soames, the son of the attorney with whom Mr. Prosper had found it so evil a thing to have to deal, was to act as Joe"s best man. Mr.
Prosper learned this, probably, from Matthew, but he never spoke of it to the family.
It was a sad disgrace in his eyes that any Soames should have been so far mixed up with the Prosper blood. Young Algy Soames was in himself a very nice sort of young fellow, who liked a day"s hunting when he could be spared out of his father"s office, and whose worst fault was that he wore loud cravats. But he was an abomination to Mr. Prosper, who had never seen him. As it was, he carried himself very mildly on this occasion.
"It"s a pity we"re not to have two marriages at the same time," said Mr.
Crabtree, a clerical wag from the next parish. "Don"t you think so, Mrs.
Annesley?" Mrs. Annesley was standing close by, as was also Miss Thoroughbung, but she made no answer to the appeal. People who understood anything knew that Mrs. Annesley would not be gratified by such an allusion. But Mr. Crabtree was a man who understood nothing.
"The old birds never pair so readily as the young ones," said Miss Thoroughbung.
"Old! Who talks of being old?" said Mr. Crabtree. "My friend Prosper is quite a boy. There"s a good time coming, and I hope you"ll give way yet, Miss Thoroughbung."
Then they were all marshalled on their way to church. It is quite out of my power to describe the bride"s dress, or that of the bride"s maids.
They were the bride"s sisters and two of Joe"s sisters. An attempt had been made to induce Florence Mountjoy to come down, but it had been unsuccessful. Things had gone so far now at Cheltenham that Mrs.
Mountjoy had been driven to acknowledge that if Florence held to her project for three years she should be allowed to marry Harry Annesley.
But she had accompanied this permission by many absurd restrictions.
Florence was not to see him, at any rate, during the first year; but she was to see Mountjoy Scarborough if he came to Cheltenham. Florence declared this to be impossible; but, as the Buston marriage took place just at this moment, she could not have her way in everything. Joe drove up to the church with Algy Soames, it not having been thought discreet that he should enter the parsonage on that morning, though he had been there nearly every day through the winter. "I declare, here he is!"
said Miss Thoroughbung, very loudly. "I never thought he"d have the courage at the last moment."
"I wonder how a certain gentleman would have felt when it came to his last moment," said Mr. Crabtree.
Mrs. Annesley took to weeping bitterly, which seemed to be unnecessary, as she had done nothing but congratulate herself since the match had first been made, and had rejoiced greatly that one of her numerous brood should have "put into such a haven of rest."
"My dear Mrs. Annesley," said Mrs. Crabtree, consoling her in that she would not be far removed from her child, "you can almost see the brewery chimneys from the church tower." Those who knew the two ladies well were aware that there was some little slur intended by the allusion to brewery chimneys. Mrs. Crabtree"s girl had married the third son of Sir Reginald Rattlepate. The Rattlepates were not rich, and the third son was not inclined to earn his bread.
"Thank G.o.d, yes!" said Mrs. Annesley, through her tears. "Whenever I shall see them I shall know that there"s an income coming out with the smoke."
The boys were home from school for the occasion. "Molly, there"s Joe coming after you," said the elder.
"If he gives you a kiss now you needn"t pretend to mind," said the other.
"My darling, my own one, that so soon will be my own no longer!" said the father, as he made his way into the vestry to put on his surplice.
"Dear papa!" It was the only word the bride said as she walked in at the church-door, and prepared to make her way up the nave at the head of her little bevy. They were all very bright, as they stood there before the altar, but the brightest spot among them was Algy Soames"s blue necktie.
Joe for the moment was much depressed, and thought nothing of the last run in which he had distinguished himself; but nevertheless he held up his head well as a man and a brewer.
"Dont"ee take on so," Miss Thoroughbung said to Mrs. Annesley at the last moment. "He"ll give her plenty to eat and to drink, and will never do her a morsel of harm." Joe overheard this, and wished that his aunt was back in her bed at Marmaduke Lodge.
Then the marriage was over, and they all trooped into the vestry to sign the book. "You can"t get out of that now," said Mrs. Crabtree to Joe.
"I don"t want to. I have got the fairest girl in these parts for my wife, and, as I believe, the best young woman." This he said with a spirit for which Mrs. Crabtree had not given him credit, and Algy Soames heard him and admired his friend beneath his blue necktie. And one of the girls heard it, and cried tears of joy as she told her sister afterward in the bedroom. "Oh, what a darling he is!" Molly had said, amid her own sobbing. Joe stood an inch higher among them all because of that word.
Then came the breakfast,--that dullest, saddest hour of all. To feed heavily about twelve in the morning is always a nuisance,--a nuisance so abominable that it should be avoided under any other circ.u.mstances than a wedding in your own family. But that wedding-breakfast, when it does come, is the worst of all feeding. The smart dresses and bare shoulders seen there by daylight, the handing people in and out among the seats, the very nature of the food, made up of chicken and sweets and flummery, the profusion of champagne, not sometimes of the very best on such an occasion; and then the speeches! They fall generally to the lot of some middle-aged gentlemen, who seem always to have been selected for their incapacity. But there is a worse trouble yet remaining--in the unnatural repletion which the sight even of so much food produces, and the fact that your dinner for that day is destroyed utterly and forever.
Mr. Crabtree and the two fathers made the speeches, over and beyond that which was made by Joe himself. Joe"s father was not eloquent. He brewed, no doubt, good beer, without a taste in it beyond malt and hops;--no man in the county brewed better beer; but he couldn"t make a speech. He got up, dressed in a big white waistcoat, and a face as red as his son"s hunting-coat, and said that he hoped his boy would make a good husband.
All he could say was, that being a lover had not helped to make him a good brewer. Perhaps when Molly Annesley was brought nearer to Buntingford, Joe mightn"t spend so much of his time in going to and fro.
Perhaps Mr. Joe might not demand so much of her attention. This was the great point he made, and it was received well by all but the bride, who whispered to Joe that if he thought that he was to be among the brewing tubs from morning till night he"d find he was mistaken. Mr. Annesley threw a word or two of feeling into his speech, as is usual with the father of the young lady, but n.o.body seemed to care much for that. Mr.
Crabtree was facetious with the ordinary wedding jests,--as might have been expected, seeing that he had been present at every wedding in the county for the last twenty years. The elderly ladies laughed good-humoredly, and Mrs. Crabtree was heard to say that the whole affair would have been very tame but that Mr. Crabtree had "carried it all off." But, in truth, when Joe got up the fun of the day had commenced, for Miss Thoroughbung, though she kept her chair, was able to utter as many words as her nephew: "I"m sure I"m very much obliged to you for what you"ve all been saying."
"So you ought, sir, for you have heard more good of yourself than you"ll ever hear again."
"Then I"m the more obliged to you. What my people have said about my being so long upon the road--"
"That"s only just what you have told them at the brewery. n.o.body knows where you have been."
"Molly can tell you all about that."
"I can"t tell them anything," Molly said in a whisper.
"But it comes only once in a man"s lifetime," continued Joe; "and I dare say, if we knew all about the governor when he was of my age, which I don"t remember, he was as spooney as any one."
"I only saw him once for six months before he was married," said Mrs.
Thoroughbung in a funereal voice.
"He"s made up for it since," said Miss Thoroughbung.