"So long as Sydney lives, my dear, I know that he will grow in favor with G.o.d and man; and so long as I live, I shall watch his course with undiminished joy and satisfaction. What else have we left to live for?
Wife!" said the rector, as Mrs. Campion entered the room, "do you know that our boy is to dine with us to-night?"
"Yes, Lawrence, I have seen his telegram; and Mollie is doing all she can at short notice. It will not be the kind of dinner I should like to put before him; but times are changed with us--sadly changed! I hope he will not miss the plate, Lawrence; and as for wine and dessert----"
"Oh, mother dear," said Lettice, interrupting, "I quite forgot to tell you about my letter this morning. Look here! It contained a cheque for ten pounds, for that article of mine in the _Decade_. I mean to go into Dorminster, and get one or two things we shall be wanting, and I shall probably drive back in Sydney"s cab. So you can leave the wine and dessert to me. And, mother dear, be sure you put on your silver-grey poplin, with the Mechlin cap. Nothing suits you half as well!"
Lettice"s earnings had sufficed for some years past for her dress and personal expenses; but latterly she had contrived to have a fair margin left for such emergencies as that which had now arisen. She was more than thanked by the gleam of love which lightened the eyes of her parents as she spoke. Even though Sydney was coming, she thought, that smile at any rate was all for her.
So she went into the town and made her purchases, and waited at the station, shivering in the cold March wind, for Sydney"s train.
How much should she tell him to begin with? Or should she say nothing till after dinner? How would he take it? How would it affect him? And suppose for a moment that he had to choose between getting into Parliament and rescuing his father from ruin?
Clearly as she saw the worst sides of Sydney"s character, yet she loved him well, and was proud of him. How often she had yearned for tenderness in the days gone by! What excuses she had framed for him in her own heart, when he seemed to forget their existence at Angleford for months together! And now, when she had this terrible news to tell him, was it not possible that his heart would be softened by the blow, and that good would come for all of them out of this menaced evil? What a happy place the old Rectory might be if her father"s mind were set at rest again, and Sydney would come down and stay with them from time to time!
The train was at the platform before Lettice had decided what to do.
Sydney looked rather surprised to see her, but gave her his cheek to kiss, and hurried her off to the cab stand.
"What brought you here?" he said. "How cold you are! All well at home?"
"Yes, they are well. But, oh, Sydney, they are growing old?"
"Growing old, child? Why, of course they are. We must expect it. Do you mean they look older than they are?"
"Yes--older, and--and more----"
"Well?"
He looked at her sharply, for she could not quite command her voice, and left the sentence unfinished. Then Sydney had an uncomfortable feeling.
He saw that there was something amiss, but did not care at the moment to insist on further confidences. No doubt he would hear all that there was to be said by and by. Meanwhile he turned the conversation, and soon contrived to interest her, so that they reached the Rectory in excellent spirits. All that day poor Lettice alternated between despair and giddy lightness of heart.
So the hero came home and was feasted, and his father and mother did obeisance to him, and even he for an hour or two thought it good that he should now and then renew his contract with the earth from which he sprang, and remember the chains of duty and affection which bound him to the past, instead of dwelling constantly in the present and the future.
Throughout dinner, and at dessert, and as they drank the wine which Lettice had provided, Sydney spoke of his position and prospects, dazzling those who listened to him with his pictures of victory at Dormer, of Conservative triumphs all along the line, of Ministerial favor for himself, of "Office--why not?--within a twelvemonth." It would have been treason for any of his audience to doubt that all these good things would come to pa.s.s. If Lettice felt that there was a skeleton at the feast, her father at any rate had forgotten its existence. Or, rather, he saw deliverance at hand. The crisis of his boy"s fortune had arrived; and, if Sydney triumphed, nothing that could happen to Sydney"s father could rob Mr. Campion of his joy.
At last the women left the room, and Sydney proceeded to tell his father what he wanted. He must return to town by the first train in the morning, having made an appointment with Mr. Maltman for two o"clock. Of course he meant to contest Dormer; but it was desirable that he should know for certain that he could raise five hundred pounds within a week, to supplement his own narrow means.
His face fell a little when his father confessed--as though it were clearly a matter for shame and remorse--that he could not so much as draw a cheque for twenty pounds. But, in fact, he was not surprised.
Recklessly as he had abstained from inquiring into the old man"s affairs since Lettice spoke to him in London two years ago, he had taken it for granted that there were difficulties of some kind; and men in difficulties do not keep large balances at their bankers".
"Well, father," he said, "I am sorry for that. Yes--it certainly makes the thing rather hard for me. I hoped you might have seen me fairly launched on my career; and then, you know, if the worst came to the worst, I could soon have repaid you what you advanced. Well, what I suggest is this. I can probably borrow the money with your a.s.sistance, and I want to know what security we could offer between us for the loan."
Mr. Campion looked mournfully at his son, but he was not ready with a reply.
"You see," said Sydney, "it would never do for me to miss this chance.
Everything depends upon it, and I was bound to refuse Pynsent"s offer of the money. But if you have something that we can lodge as security----"
Mr. Campion shook his head. The look of distress that came upon his face might have softened Sydney"s heart, if he had been less intent on his object.
"There will be an insurance policy I suppose?"
"No, my boy! The fact is, I was obliged to a.s.sign it a few years ago, to cover a former engagement."
"Dear me!" said Sydney, in a tone of vexation, "what a nuisance! I am afraid our signatures alone would hardly suffice. A bill of sale is out of the question, for that would have to be registered."
Something in the old man"s appearance, as he sank back in his chair and wrung his hands, struck Sydney with a sudden conviction. He sprang to his feet, and came close to his father"s side, standing over him in what looked almost like an att.i.tude of menace.
"Good heaven!" he cried. "Don"t tell me that it has gone so far as that!"
The door opened, and Lettice stood before them, with pale cheeks and glistening eyes. She had guessed what would come of their conversation, and had held herself in readiness to intervene.
Sydney turned upon her at once.
"You," he said, as deliberate now as he had been excited a minute before, "you, with your fine head for business, will doubtless know as much about this as anybody. Has my father given a bill of sale on his furniture?"
"He has," said Lettice.
"When?"
"Months ago. I must have known it, for I read all his correspondence; but I hardly knew what a bill of sale meant. And Sydney," she continued, laying her hand on his arm, and whispering so that her father should not hear, "it may be only a threat, but a man was here this morning, who said he should come to-morrow and take the things away."
When he heard this, Sydney lost his self-command, and spoke certain words for which he never quite forgave himself. No doubt the blow was a heavy one, and he realized immediately all that it implied. But he did not foresee the effect of the harsh and bitter words which he flung at his father and sister, charging them with reckless extravagance, and declaring that their selfishness had ruined his whole career.
Lettice was stung to the quick, not so much by her brother"s unjust accusations as by the suffering which they inflicted on her father. His childishness had increased upon him so much of late that he was in truth, at this moment, more like a boy under correction than a father in presence of his children. He buried his face in his hands, and Lettice heard a piteous groan.
Then she stood beside him, laid her arm upon his neck, and faced Sydney with indignant eyes.
"Look!" she said. "This is your work. Can you not see and understand?
You accuse him of selfishness--him, whose life has been one long sacrifice for you! I tell you, Sydney, that your cruel neglect, your ingrained love of self, have dragged our father down to this. He gave you all that you have, and made you all that you are, and when you should have come to his succor, and secured for him a happy old age, you have left him all these years to struggle with the poverty to which you reduced him. He never murmured--he will never blame you as long as he lives--he is as proud of you to-day as he was ten years ago--and you dare, you _dare_ to reproach him!"
Lettice ended in magnificent wrath; and, then, being a woman after all, she knelt by her father"s side and burst into tears.
If Sydney"s pride had not got the better of him he would have owned the justice of her words, and all might have been well. Instead of that, he went to his room, brooding upon his misfortune, and soothing his wounded feelings in an intense self-pity.
And next morning, when he came remorsefully to his father"s bedside, intending to a.s.sure him that he would make it the first business of his life to rescue him from his difficulties, he found him rescued indeed, with placid face and silent heart, over which the cares of earth had no further dominion.
CHAPTER V.
SEVERANCE.
The rector"s death was a terrible shock to Sydney. For a time his remorse for his own conduct was very great, and it bore good fruit in a perceptible softening of his over-confident manner and a more distinct show of consideration for his mother and sister. Little by little he drew from Lettice the story of her past anxieties, of his father"s efforts and privations, of his mother"s suffering at the loss of luxuries to which she had always been accustomed--suffering silently borne because it was borne for Sydney. Lettice spared him as far as she could; but there was much that she was obliged to tell, as she had been for so long the depositary of her father"s secrets and his cares.
Man-like, Sydney showed his sorrow by exceeding sharpness of tone.
"Why did you not write to me? Why was I never told?"