"Come to take your balance and leave me?" This was said half plaintively, half crossly.
"If you wish it, sir."
"Not I. How is it to be?"
"Well, sir, I say to you what you said to me the other day, Stick to me, and I"ll stick to you."
"I"ll stick to you."
Bayne held up his hands piteously to them both.
"What sir?" faltered he, turning to Cheetham, "after all your experience!" then to Henry, "What, fight the Trades, after the lesson they have given you?"
"I"ll fight them all the more for that," said Henry, grinding his teeth; "fight them till all is blue."
"So will I. That for the Trades!"
"Heaven help you both!" groaned Bayne, and looked the picture of despair.
"You promised me shutters, with a detonator, sir."
"Ay, but you objected."
"That was before they blew me up."
"Just so. Shutters shall be hung to-morrow; and the detonators I"ll fix myself."
"Thank you, sir. Would you mind engaging a watchman?"
"Hum? Not--if you will share the expense."
"I"ll pay one-third."
"Why should I pay two thirds? It is not like shutters and Bramah locks: they are property. However, he"ll be good against rattening; and you have lost a fortnight, and there are a good many orders. Give me a good day"s work, and we won"t quarrel over the watchman." He then inquired, rather nervously, whether there was anything more.
"No, sir: we are agreed. And I"ll give you good work, and full time."
The die was cast, and now he must go home and face his mother. For the first time this many years he was half afraid to go near her. He dreaded remonstrances and tears: tears that he could not dry; remonstrances that would worry him, but could not shake him.
This young man, who had just screwed his physical courage up to defy the redoubtable Unions had a fit of moral cowardice, and was so reluctant to encounter the gentlest woman in England, that he dined at a chop-house, and then sauntered into a music hall, and did not get home till past ten, meaning to say a few kind, hurried words, then yawn, and slip to bed.
But, meantime, Mrs. Little"s mind had not been idle. She had long divined a young rival in her son"s heart, and many a little pang of jealousy had traversed her own. This morning, with a quickness which may seem remarkable to those who have not observed the watchful keenness of maternal love, she had seen that her rival had worked upon Henry to resign his declared intention of leaving Hillsborough. Then she felt her way, and, in a moment, she had found the younger woman was the stronger.
She a.s.sumed as a matter of course, that this girl was in love with Henry (who would not be in love with him?), and had hung, weeping, round his neck, when he called from Cairnhope to bid her farewell, and had made him promise to stay. This was the mother"s theory; wrong, but rational.
Then came the question, What should she do? Fight against youth and nature? Fight, unlikely to succeed, sure to irritate and disturb. Risk any of that rare affection and confidence her son had always given her?
While her thoughts ran this way, seven o"clock came, and no Henry. Eight o"clock, and no Henry. "Ah!" thought the mother, "that one word of mine has had this effect already."
She prepared an exquisite little supper. She made her own toilet with particular care; and, when all was ready, she sat down and comforted herself by reading his letters, and comparing his love with the cavalier behavior of so many sons in this island, the most unfilial country in Europe.
At half past ten Henry came up the stairs, not with the usual light elastic tread, but with slow, hesitating foot. Her quick ear caught that too, and her gentle bosom yearned. What, had she frightened him? He opened the door, and she rose to receive him all smiles. "You are rather late, dear," she said; "but all the better. It has given me an excuse for reading your dear letters all over again; and I have a thousand questions to ask you about Cairnhope. But sit down first, and have your supper."
Henry brightened up, and ate a good supper, and his mother plied him with questions, all about Cairnhope.
Here was an unexpected relief. Henry took a superficial view of all this. Sharp young men of twenty-four understand a great many things; but they can"t quite measure their mothers yet.
Henry was selfishly pleased, but not ungrateful, and they pa.s.sed a pleasant and affectionate time: and, as for leaving Hillsborough, the topic was avoided by tacit consent.
Next morning, after this easy victory, Henry took a cab and got to "Woodbine Villa" by a circuitous route. His heart beat high as he entered the room where Grace was seated. After the extraordinary warmth and familiarity she had shown him at the last interview, he took for granted he had made a lasting progress in her regard.
But she received him with a cold and distant manner, that quite benumbed him. Grace Carden"s face and manner were so much more expressive than other people"s, that you would never mistake or doubt the mood she was in; and this morning she was freezing.
The fact is, Miss Carden had been tormenting herself: and when beauty suffers, it is very apt to make others suffer as well.
"I am glad you are come, Mr. Little," said she, "for I have been taking myself to task ever since, and I blame myself very much for some things I said. In the first place, it was not for me" (here the fair speaker colored up to the temples) "to interfere in your affairs at all: and then, if I must take such a liberty, I ought to have advised you sensibly, and for your good. I have been asking people, and they all tell me it is madness for one person to fight against these Unions.
Everybody gets crushed. So now let me hope you will carry out your wise intention, and leave Hillsborough; and then my conscience will be at ease."
Every word fell like an icicle on her hearer"s heart. To please this cold, changeful creature, he had settled to defy the unchangeable Unions, and had been ready to resist his mother, and slight her immortal and unchanging love.
"You don"t answer me, sir!" said Miss Carden, with an air of lofty surprise.
"I answered you yesterday," said he sullenly. "A man can"t chop and change like a weatherc.o.c.k."
"But it is not changing, it"s only going back to your own intention.
You know you were going to leave Hillsborough, before I talked all that nonsense. Your story had set me on fire, and that"s my only excuse.
Well, now, the same person takes the liberty to give you wise and considerate advice, instead of hot, and hasty, romantic nonsense. Which ought you to respect most--folly or reason--from the same lips?"
Henry seemed to reflect. "That sounds reasonable," said he: "but, when you advised me not to show the white feather, you spoke your heart; now, you are only talking from your head. Then, your beautiful eyes flashed fire, and your soul was in your words: who could resist them? And you spoke to me like a friend; now you speak to me like an enemy."
"Oh, Mr. Little, that is ridiculous."
"You do, though. And I"m sure I don"t know why."
"Nor I. Perhaps because I am cross with myself; certainly not with you."
"I am glad of that. Well, then, the long and the short is, you showed me you thought it cowardly to fly from the Trades. You wouldn"t, said you, if you were a man. Well, I"m a man; and I"ll do as you would do in my place. I"ll not throw my life away, I"ll meet craft with craft, and force with force; but fly I never will. I"ll fight while I"ve a leg to stand on."
With these words he began to work on the bust, in a quiet dogged way that was, nevertheless, sufficiently expressive.
Grace looked at him silently for half a minute, and then rose from her chair.
"Then," said she, "I must go for somebody of more authority than I am."
She sailed out of the room.
Henry asked Jael who she was gone for.
"It will be her papa," said Jael.