"Do you realise your strength, O ye women? . . . The age of chivalry is not dead. Nothing so n.o.ble that has once so n.o.bly taken hold of men"s minds can ever die, though the form of it may change. Now the doctrine of chivalry was this, for the Man and the Woman--
"For the man, that every true soldier went forth as a knight:"
"And no quarrell a knight he ought to take But for a Truth or for a Woman"s sake."
"And our soldiers to-day fight for both: for the truth that Right is better than Might, and for the sake of every woman who reigns or shall reign in an English home; that not only shall she be safeguarded from the satyr and the violator, but that she shall be secured in every inch of dignity she has known in our days; as queen at the hearth where her children obey her, and in her doorway to which the merchants of all the earth bring their wares.
"For the Woman, chivalry taught that she, who cannot herself fight, is always the Queen of Tournay, the president of the quarrel, the arbitress between the righteous and the unrighteous cause, the dispenser of reward to him who fights the good fight. . . . So, and as each one of you is the braver to speak the word--"Go, though it break my heart: and G.o.d bring you safely home to me!"--she shall with the heavenlier right tender her true soldier his crown when he returns and kneels for a blessing on his victory."
When the speeches were ended and Farmer Best arose to invite intending recruits to step up to the platform, Mr Boult had an unhappy inspiration. "If you"ll excuse me, Mr Chairman," he suggested, "there"s a way that I tried this day week in Holloway with great effect. . . . I take out my watch an" count ten, very slowly, giving the young men the chance who shall rush up before the counting is over. It acted famously at Holloway."
"Oh, very well," said Farmer Best doubtfully, taken off his guard.
"The gen"leman from London," he announced, "will count ten slowly, an" we"re to watch out what happens. He says it acted very well at Holloway last week."
On the instant, as Mr Boult drew out his watch, the audience hushed itself, as for a conjuring seance. Mr Hambly pa.s.sed a hand over his brow, and sighed.
"One--two--three--" counted Mr Boult, and a mortuary silence descended on all.
"--four--five--six--seven--"
"Pray on, brother Boult! "Tis workin", "tis workin"," squeaked up a mock-religious voice from the back.
Some one t.i.ttered audibly, and the strain broke in a general shout of laughter. Old men, up to now profoundly serious, lay back and held their sides. Old women leaned forward and searched for their handkerchiefs, their bonnets nodding. Mr Boult pocketed his watch, and under his breath used ferocious language.
"I don"t wonder!" said Farmer Best with a forced attempt at sympathy.
Then he, too, broke down and cast himself back in his chair haw-hawing.
There was a sudden stir in the crowd at the back, and young Obed Pearce came thrusting his way through the press.
"Well--I don"t care who laughs, but I"m _one!_" growled young Obed, half defiantly, half sullenly, and tossed his cap on to the platform like a challenger in a wrestling ring.
"And I"m another!" announced the clear quiet voice of Seth Minards, thrilling the room as the hush fell.
"Aw, "tis Seth!" "Seth"s a beautiful speaker once he gets goin"."
"But what"s the meanin"?" "Seth, of all the boys!" "Let Seth speak!"
"Ha! What did I promise you?" proclaimed Mr Boult triumphantly, reaching down a hand. "Here, clamber up to the platform, my lad, an" give "em a talk. . . . You can talk, they"re saying.
Strike while the iron"s hot."
Seth took his hand and vaulted to the platform; but dropped it on the instant and turned to the meeting. "I come here, friends," he announced, "because Mr Obed"s offered himself, an" I don"t see no way but I must go too. . . . That"s it: I don"t agree wi" the ha"af that"s been said to-night, but I don"t see no other way. We"ve got to go, because--" his voice sank here, as though he were communing with himself: it could scarcely be heard, "--because--" he swung about upon the elders on the platform and swept them with an accusing finger. "We"ve got to go because _you_"ve brought this thing about, or have let it come about! It don"t matter to _me_, much. . . .
But we"ve to wipe up the mess: an" if the young men must go an" wipe it up, an" if for them there"s never to be bride-ale nor children, "tis your doin" an" the doin" o" your generation all over Europe.
A pretty tale, too, when up to a fortni"t ago your talk was o" peace an" righteousness! . . . Forgi"e me, Mr Best . . . I"ll fight well enough, maybe, when it comes to"t. But _why_ were we brought up one way, to be tortured turnin" our conscience to another?"
There were no other recruits. "A great disappointment," said Mr Boult. "That earnest young fool spoilt it all."
"He made the best speech of the evening," answered the Vicar.
"Well, anyway he"s enlisted. He"ll find the Army a fine discipline for the tongue."
"Indeed," said the Vicar viciously. "I did not know that you had experience of the Service."
As Seth Minards thrust his way out of the insufferably stuffy room, in the porchway he felt a hand laid on his shoulder; and, turning about, recognised Nicky-Nan by the dim starlight.
"G.o.d bless "ee, my son!" said Nicky heartily, to his utter surprise.
"I can"t stay to talk now, havin" to force my way in an" catch Dr Mant. But maybe we"ll both be seein" this War from to-morrow; an"
maybe we"ll meet in it, or maybe we will not. But you"ve let in light "pon an older skull than your own; an" I thank "ee, an" I"ll pray th" Almighty every night on my knees that you may fight well an"
be preserved through it all, to come home an" testify."
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE FIRST THREE.
Mr Pamphlett had breakfasted, and had gone upstairs to put on his frock-coat and array himself for Divine service.
The servant girl announced Mr Nanjivell.
"Sorry to trouble "ee, sir, and upon such a day," said Nicky-Nan, drawing up his sound leg to "attention," as his enemy entered the parlour: "but my business won"t wait. I saw Doctor Mant after the meetin" last night, an" this mornin" I was up early an" had a talk wi" the Minister--wi" Mr Hambly. The upshot is, that time presses."
"I do not usually discuss business on the Sabbath," said Mr Pamphlett stiffly.
"O" course not. Who would?" Nicky-Nan agreed. "But the upshot is that you an" me havin" been not what you might call friends--"
"I am due at Divine service in less than an hour. State your business," commanded Mr Pamphlett.
"And I am due away, sir, in about that time. Will you look at this paper?" Nicky-Nan laid on the table a half-sheet of notepaper scribbled over with figures in pencil. "Look over that, if you please; or put it off till you come back from Chapel, if you will: but by that time I shall be gone. You"ll find my address in Plymouth at the foot."
"If you"d kindly explain--"
"Mrs Penhaligon has the money. I"ve spoke to Dr Mant: who says I can be put right, an" the operation, with board and lodging, will be covered by ten pound. I"ve taken ten pound, as accounted for on the paper."
Mr Pamphlett picked up the paper, and felt for his pince-nez.
"Still I don"t understand."
"No, you wouldn"t. I"m _trustin"_ "ee--that"s what it comes to.
I"ve had a talk with Mr Hambly besides; and he and Dr Mant"ll look after my interests. . . . You see, I _did_ find a h.o.a.rd o" money in the Old Doctor"s House, an" stuck to it, not knowin" the law. On the paper, too, you"ll see what I"ve used of it--every penny accounted for. Mr Hambly says that anyway the law gives me a share far beyond anything I"ve used. So I leave it atween "ee, to see fair play for me if ever I come back. If I don"t, I"ve left it to the Penhaligon children; an" Mr Hambly an" Dr Mant"ll see fair play for them. . . .
But you understand, sir"--Nicky-Nan dived into his left trouser-pocket and showed a palmful of coins--"I"ve taken ten pound, for the operation an" sundries."
Mr Pamphlett studied the paper for a moment.
"But, my good man--since you say that you have taken Mr Hambly into your confidence--"
"Well, sir?"