"No, she is of gentle blood,--a soldier"s daughter; the daughter of that Captain Digby on whose behalf I was a pet.i.tioner to your patronage. He is dead, and in dying, my name was on his lips. He meant me, doubtless, to be the guardian to his orphan. I shall be so. I have at last an object in life."
"But can you seriously mean to take this child with you abroad?"
"Seriously, I do."
"And lodge her in your own house?"
"For a year or so, while she is yet a child. Then, as she approaches youth, I shall place her elsewhere."
"You may grow to love her. Is it clear that she will love you,--not mistake grat.i.tude for love? It is a very hazardous experiment."
"So was William the Norman"s,--still he was William the Conqueror. Thou biddest me move on from the Past, and be consoled, yet thou wouldst make me as inapt to progress as the mule in Slawkenbergius"s tale, with thy cursed interlocutions, "Stumbling, by Saint Nicholas, every step.
Why, at this rate, we shall be all night in getting into"--HAPPINESS!
Listen," continued Harley, setting off, full pelt, into one of his wild whimsical humours. "One of the sons of the prophets in Israel felling wood near the river Jordan, his hatchet forsook the helve, and fell to the bottom of the river; so he prayed to have it again (it was but a small request, mark you); and having a strong faith, he did not throw the hatchet after the helve, but the helve after the hatchet. Presently two great miracles were seen. Up springs the hatchet from the bottom of the water, and fixes itself to its old acquaintance, the helve. Now, had he wished to coach it up to heaven in a fiery chariot like Elias, be as rich as Job, strong as Samson, and beautiful as Absalom, would he have obtained the wish, do you think? In truth, my friend, I question it very much."
"I can"t comprehend what you mean. Sad stuff you are talking."
"I cannot help that; "Rabelais is to be blamed for it. I am quoting him, and it is to be found in his Prologue to the Chapters on the "Moderation of Wishes." And a propos of "moderate wishes in point of hatchet," I want you to understand that I ask but little from Heaven. I fling but the helve after the hatchet that has sunk into the silent stream. I want the other half of the weapon that is buried fathom deep, and for want of which the thick woods darken round me by the Sacred River, and I can catch not a glimpse of the stars."
"In plain English," said Audley Egerton, "you want--" he stopped short, puzzled.
"I want my purpose and my will, and my old character, and the nature G.o.d gave me. I want the half of my soul which has fallen from me. I want such love as may replace to me the vanished affections. Reason not,--I throw the helve after the hatchet."
CHAPTER XXI.
Randal Leslie, on leaving Audley, repaired to Frank"s lodgings, and after being closeted with the young Guardsman an hour or so, took his way to Limmer"s hotel, and asked for Mr. Hazeldean. He was shown into the coffee-room, while the waiter went up-stairs with his card, to see if the squire was within, and disengaged. The "Times" newspaper lay sprawling on one of the tables, and Randal, leaning over it, looked with attention into the column containing births, deaths, and marriages. But in that long and miscellaneous list he could not conjecture the name which had so excited Mr. Egerton"s interest.
"Vexatious!" he muttered; "there is no knowledge which has power more useful than that of the secrets of men."
He turned as the waiter entered and said that Mr. Hazeldean would be glad to see him.
As Randal entered the drawing-room, the squire, shaking hands with him, looked towards the door as if expecting some one else; and his honest face a.s.sumed a blank expression of disappointment, when the door closed, and he found that Randal was unaccompanied.
"Well," said he, bluntly, "I thought your old schoolfellow, Frank, might have been with you."
"Have you not seen him yet, sir?"
"No, I came to town this morning; travelled outside the mail; sent to his barracks, but the young gentleman does not sleep there, has an apartment of his own; he never told me that. We are a plain family, the Hazeldeans, young sir; and I hate being kept in the dark,--by my own son, too."
Randal made no answer, but looked sorrowful. The squire, who had never before seen his kinsman, had a vague idea that it was not polite to entertain a stranger, though a connection to himself, with his family troubles, and so resumed good-naturedly, "I am very glad to make your acquaintance at last, Mr. Leslie. You know, I hope, that you have good Hazeldean blood in your veins?"
RANDAL (smiling).--"I am not likely to forget that; it is the boast of our pedigree."
SQUIRE (heartily).--"Shake hands again on it, my boy. You don"t want a friend, since my grandee of a half-brother has taken you up; but if ever you should, Hazeldean is not very far from Rood. Can"t get on with your father at all, my lad,--more "s the pity, for I think I could have given him a hint or two as to the improvement of his property. If he would plant those ugly commons--larch and fir soon come into profit, sir; and there are some low lands about Rood that would take mighty kindly to draining."
RANDAL.--"My poor father lives a life so retired--and you cannot wonder at it. Fallen trees lie still, and so do fallen families."
SQUIRE.--"Fallen families can get up again, which fallen trees can"t."
RANDAL.--"Ah, sir, it often takes the energy of generations to repair the thriftlessness and extravagance of a single owner."
SQUIRE (his brow lowering).--"That"s very true. Frank is d---d extravagant; treats me very coolly, too--not coming; near three o"clock.
By the by, I suppose he told you where I was, otherwise how did you find me out?"
RANDAL (reluctantly).--"Sir, he did; and to speak frankly, I am not surprised that he has not yet appeared."
SQUIRE.--"Eh!"
RANDAL.--"We have grown very intimate."
SQUIRE.--"So he writes me word,--and I am glad of it. Our member, Sir John, tells me you are a very clever fellow, and a very steady one. And Frank says that he wishes he had your prudence, if he can"t have your talent. He has a good heart, Frank," added the father, relentingly. "But zounds, sir, you say you are not surprised he has not come to welcome his own father!"
"My dear sir," said Randal, "you wrote word to Frank that you had heard from Sir John and others of his goings-on, and that you were not satisfied with his replies to your letters."
"Well."
"And then you suddenly come up to town."
"Well."
"Well. And Frank is ashamed to meet you. For, as you say, he has been extravagant, and he has exceeded his allowance; and knowing my respect for you and my great affection for himself, he has asked me to prepare you to receive his confession and forgive him. I know I am taking a great liberty. I have no right to interfere between father and son; but pray--pray think I mean for the best."
"Humph!" said the squire, recovering himself very slowly, and showing evident pain, "I knew already that Frank had spent more than he ought; but I think he should not have employed a third person to prepare me to forgive him. (Excuse me,--no offence.) And if he wanted a third person, was not there his own mother? What the devil! [firing up] am I a tyrant, a bashaw, that my own son is afraid to speak to me? "Gad, I"ll give it him!"
"Pardon me, sir," said Randal, a.s.suming at once that air of authority which superior intellect so well carries off and excuses, "but I strongly advise you not to express any anger at Frank"s confidence in me. At present I have influence over him. Whatever you may think of his extravagance, I have saved him from many an indiscretion, and many a debt,--a young man will listen to one of his own age so much more readily than even to the kindest friend of graver years. Indeed, sir, I speak for your sake as well as for Frank"s. Let me keep this influence over him; and don"t reproach him for the confidence placed in me. Nay, let him rather think that I have softened any displeasure you might otherwise have felt."
There seemed so much good sense in what Randal said, and the kindness of it seemed so disinterested, that the squire"s native shrewdness was deceived.
"You are a fine young fellow," said he, "and I am very much obliged to you. Well, I suppose there is no putting old heads upon young shoulders; and I promise you I"ll not say an angry word to Frank. I dare say, poor boy, he is very much afflicted, and I long to shake hands with him. So, set his mind at ease."
"Ah, sir," said Randal, with much apparent emotion, "your son may well love you: and it seems to be a hard matter for so kind a heart as yours to preserve the proper firmness with him."
"Oh, I can be firm enough," quoth the squire,--"especially when I don"t see him,--handsome dog that he is: very like his mother--don"t you think so?
"I never saw his mother, sir."
""Gad! Not seen my Harry? No more you have; you must come and pay us a visit. I suppose my half-brother will let you come?"
"To be sure, sir. Will you not call on him while you are in town?"
"Not I. He would think I expected to get something from the Government.
Tell him the ministers must go on a little better, if they want my vote for their member. But go, I see you are impatient to tell Frank that all "s forgot and forgiven. Come and dine with him here at six, and let him bring his bills in his pocket. Oh, I sha"n"t scold him."
"Why, as to that," said Randal, smiling, "I think (forgive me still) that you should not take it too easily; just as I think that you had better not blame him for his very natural and praiseworthy shame in approaching you, so I think, also, that you should do nothing that would tend to diminish that shame,--it is such a check on him. And therefore, if you can contrive to affect to be angry with him for his extravagance, it will do good."
"You speak like a book, and I"ll try my best."