"Pray rest here, Papa," said the child, softly; and she pointed to the bench, without taking heed of its pre-occupant, who now, indeed, confined to one corner of the seat, was almost hidden by the shadow of the tree.
The man sat down, with a feeble sigh, and then, observing the stranger, raised his hat, and said, in that tone of voice which betrays the usages of polished society, "Forgive me if I intrude on you, sir."
The stranger looked up from his dog, and seeing that the girl was standing, rose at once, as if to make room for her on the bench.
But still the girl did not heed him. She hung over her father, and wiped his brow tenderly with a little kerchief which she took from her own neck for the purpose.
Nero, delighted to escape the cigar, had taken to some unwieldy curvets and gambols, to vent the excitement into which he had been thrown; and now returning, approached the bench with a low growl of surprise, and sniffed at the intruders of his master"s privacy.
"Come here, sir," said the master. "You need not fear him," he added, addressing himself to the girl.
But the girl, without turning round to him, cried in a voice rather of anguish than alarm, "He has fainted! Father! Father!"
The stranger kicked aside his dog, which was in the way, and loosened the poor man"s stiff military stock. While thus charitably engaged, the moon broke out, and the light fell full on the pale, careworn face of the unconscious sufferer.
"This face seems not unfamiliar to me, though sadly changed," said the stranger to himself; and bending towards the girl, who had sunk on her knees, and was chafing her father"s hand, he asked, "My child, what is your father"s name?"
The child continued her task, too absorbed to answer.
The stranger put his hand on her shoulder, and repeated the question.
"Digby," answered the child, almost unconsciously; and as she spoke the man"s senses began to return. In a few minutes more he had sufficiently recovered to falter forth his thanks to the stranger. But the last took his hand, and said, in a voice at once tremulous and soothing, "Is it possible that I see once more an old brother in arms? Algernon Digby, I do not forget you; but it seems England has forgotten."
A hectic flush spread over the soldier"s face, and he looked away from the speaker as he answered,--
"My name is Digby, it is true, sir; but I do not think we have met before. Come, Helen, I am well now,--we will go home."
"Try and play with that great dog, my child," said the stranger,--"I want to talk with your father."
The child bowed her submissive head, and moved away; but she did not play with the dog.
"I must reintroduce myself formally, I see," quoth the stranger. "You were in the same regiment with myself, and my name is L"Estrange."
"My Lord," said the soldier, rising, "forgive me that--"
"I don"t think that it was the fashion to call me "my lord" at the mess-table. Come, what has happened to you?--on half-pay?"
Mr. Digby shook his head mournfully.
"Digby, old fellow, can you lend me L100?" said Lord L"Estrange, clapping his ci-devant brother-officer on the shoulder, and in a tone of voice that seemed like a boy"s, so impudent was it, and devil-me-Garish.
"No! Well, that"s lucky, for I can lend it to you." Mr. Digby burst into tears.
Lord L"Estrange did not seem to observe the emotion, but went on carelessly,--
"Perhaps you don"t know that, besides being heir to a father who is not only very rich, but very liberal, I inherited, on coming of age, from a maternal relation, a fortune so large that it would bore me to death if I were obliged to live up to it. But in the days of our old acquaintance, I fear we were both sad extravagant fellows, and I dare say I borrowed of you pretty freely."
"Me! Oh, Lord L"Estrange!"
"You have married since then, and reformed, I suppose. Tell me, old friend, all about it."
Mr. Digby, who by this time had succeeded in restoring some calm to his shattered nerves, now rose, and said in brief sentences, but clear, firm tones,--
"My Lord, it is idle to talk of me,--useless to help me. I am fast dying. But my child there, my only child" (he paused for an instant, and went on rapidly). "I have relations in a distant county, if I could but get to them; I think they would, at least, provide for her. This has been for weeks my hope, my dream, my prayer. I cannot afford the journey except by your help. I have begged without shame for myself; shall I be ashamed, then, to beg for her?"
"Digby," said L"Estrange, with some grave alteration of manner, "talk neither of dying nor begging. You were nearer death when the b.a.l.l.s whistled round you at Waterloo. If soldier meets soldier and says "Friend, thy purse," it is not begging, but brotherhood. Ashamed! By the soul of Belisarius! if I needed money, I would stand at a crossing with my Waterloo medal over my breast, and say to each sleek citizen I had helped to save from the sword of the Frenchman, "It is your shame if I starve." Now, lean upon me; I see you should be at home: which way?"
The poor soldier pointed his hand towards Oxford Street, and reluctantly accepted the proffered arm.
"And when you return from your relations, you will call on me?
What--hesitate? Come, promise."
"I will."
"On your honour."
"If I live, on my honour."
"I am staying at present at Knightsbridge, with my father; but you will always hear of my address at No.--, Grosvenor Square, Mr. Egerton"s. So you have a long journey before you?"
"Very long."
"Do not fatigue yourself,--travel slowly. Ho, you foolish child! I see you are jealous of me. Your father has another arm to spare you."
Thus talking, and getting but short answers, Lord L"Estrange continued to exhibit those whimsical peculiarities of character, which had obtained for him the repute of heartlessness in the world. Perhaps the reader may think the world was not in the right; but if ever the world does judge rightly of the character of a man who does not live for the world nor talk of the world nor feel with the world, it will be centuries after the soul of Harley L"Estrange has done with this planet.
CHAPTER V.
Lord L"Estrange parted company with Mr. Digby at the entrance of Oxford Street. The father and child there took a cabriolet. Mr. Digby directed the driver to go down the Edgware Road. He refused to tell L"Estrange his address, and this with such evident pain, from the sores of pride, that L"Estrange could not press the point. Reminding the soldier of his promise to call, Harley thrust a pocket-book into his hand, and walked off hastily towards Grosvenor Square.
He reached Audley Egerton"s door just as that gentleman was getting out of his carriage; and the two friends entered the house together.
"Does the nation take a nap to-night?" asked L"Estrange. "Poor old lady! She hears so much of her affairs, that she may well boast of her const.i.tution: it must be of iron."
"The House is still sitting," answered Audley, seriously, and with small heed of his friend"s witticism. "But it is not a Government motion, and the division will be late, so I came home; and if I had not found you here, I should have gone into the Park to look for you."
"Yes; one always knows where to find me at this hour, nine o"clock P.M., cigar, Hyde Park. There is not a man in England so regular in his habits."
Here the friends reached a drawing-room in which the member of parliament seldom sat, for his private apartments were all on the ground-floor.
"But it is the strangest whim of yours, Harley," said he.
"What?"
"To affect detestation of ground-floors."
"Affect! O sophisticated man, of the earth, earthy! Affect!--nothing less natural to the human soul than a ground-floor. We are quite far enough from Heaven, mount as many stairs as we will, without grovelling by preference."