"Come, father," he said, with a miserable sn.i.g.g.e.r, like a yokel"s smile; "here I am at last. I don"t say, kill the fatted calf, and take a lesson from Scripture, but give me your hand. I"ve done no man harm but myself--d.a.m.ned if I"ve done a mean thing anywhere! and there"s no shame to you in shaking your son"s hand after a long absence."
Jonathan Eccles kept both hands firmly in his pockets.
"Are you drunk?" he repeated.
Robert controlled himself to answer, "I"m not."
"Well, then, just tell me when you were drunk last."
"This is a pleasant fatherly greeting!" Robert interjected.
"You get no good by fighting shy of a simple question, Mr. Bob," said Jonathan.
Robert cried querulously, "I don"t want to fight shy of a simple question."
"Well, then; when were you drunk last? answer me that."
"Last night."
Jonathan drew his hand from his pocket to thump his leg.
"I"d have sworn it!"
All Robert"s a.s.surance had vanished in a minute, and he stood like a convicted culprit before his father.
"You know, sir, I don"t tell lies. I was drunk last night. I couldn"t help it."
"No more could the little boy."
"I was drunk last night. Say, I"m a beast."
"I shan"t!" exclaimed Jonathan, making his voice sound as a defence to this vile charge against the brutish character.
"Say, I"m worse than a beast, then," cried Robert, in exasperation.
"Take my word that it hasn"t happened to me to be in that state for a year and more. Last night I was mad. I can"t give you any reasons. I thought I was cured but I"ve trouble in my mind, and a tide swims you over the shallows--so I felt. Come, sir--father, don"t make me mad again."
"Where did you get the liquor?" inquired Jonathan.
"I drank at "The Pilot.""
"Ha! there"s talk there of "that d.a.m.ned old Eccles" for a month to come--"the unnatural parent." How long have you been down here?"
"Eight and twenty hours."
"Eight and twenty hours. When are you going?"
"I want lodging for a night."
"What else?"
"The loan of a horse that"ll take a fence."
"Go on."
"And twenty pounds."
"Oh!" said Jonathan. "If farming came as easy to you as face, you"d be a prime agriculturalist. Just what I thought! What"s become of that money your aunt Jane was fool enough to bequeath to you?"
"I"ve spent it."
"Are you a Deserter?"
For a moment Robert stood as if listening, and then white grew his face, and he swayed and struck his hands together. His recent intoxication had unmanned him.
"Go in--go in," said his father in some concern, though wrath was predominant.
"Oh, make your mind quiet about me." Robert dropped his arms. "I"m weakened somehow--d.a.m.ned weak, I am--I feel like a woman when my father asks me if I"ve been guilty of villany. Desert? I wouldn"t desert from the hulks. Hear the worst, and this is the worst: I"ve got no money--I don"t owe a penny, but I haven"t got one."
"And I won"t give you one," Jonathan appended; and they stood facing one another in silence.
A squeaky voice was heard from the other side of the garden hedge of clipped yew.
"Hi! farmer, is that the missing young man?" and presently a neighbour, by name John Sedgett, came trotting through the gate, and up the garden path.
"I say," he remarked, "here"s a rumpus. Here"s a bobbery up at Fairly.
Oh! Bob Eccles! Bob Eccles! At it again!"
Mr. Sedgett shook his wallet of gossip with an enjoying chuckle. He was a thin-faced creature, rheumy of eye, and drawing his breath as from a well; the ferret of the village for all underlying scandal and tattle, whose sole humanity was what he called pitifully "a peakin" at his chest, and who had retired from his business of grocer in the village upon the fortune brought to him in the energy and capacity of a third wife to conduct affairs, while he wandered up and down and knitted people together--an estimable office in a land where your house is so grievously your castle.
"What the devil have you got in you now?" Jonathan cried out to him.
Mr. Sedgett was seized by his complaint and demanded commiseration, but, recovering, he chuckled again.
"Oh, Bob Eccles! Don"t you never grow older? And the first day down among us again, too. Why, Bob, as a military man, you ought to acknowledge your superiors. Why, Stephen Bilton, the huntsman, says, Bob, you pulled the young gentleman off his horse--you on foot, and him mounted. I"d ha" given pounds to be there. And ladies present! Lord help us! I"m glad you"re returned, though. These melons of the farmer"s, they"re a wonderful invention; people are speaking of "em right and left, and says, says they, Farmer Eccles, he"s best farmer going--Hampshire ought to be proud of him--he"s worth two of any others: that they are fine ones! And you"re come back to keep "em up, eh, Bob?
Are ye, though, my man?"
"Well, here I am, Mr. Sedgett," said Robert, "and talking to my father."
"Oh! I wouldn"t be here to interrupt ye for the world." Mr. Sedgett made a show of retiring, but Jonathan insisted upon his disburdening himself of his tale, saying: "d.a.m.n your raw beginnings, Sedgett! What"s been up?
n.o.body can hurt me."
"That they can"t, neighbour; nor Bob neither, as far as stand up man to man go. I give him three to one--Bob Eccles! He took "em when a boy.
He may, you know, he may have the law agin him, and by George! if he do--why, a man"s no match for the law. No use bein" a hero to the law. The law masters every man alive; and there"s law in everything, neighbour Eccles; eh, sir? Your friend, the Prince, owns to it, as much as you or me. But, of course, you know what Bob"s been doing. What I dropped in to ask was, why did ye do it, Bob? Why pull the young gentleman off his horse? I"d ha" given pounds to be there!"
"Pounds o" tallow candles don"t amount to much," quoth Robert.
"That"s awful bad brandy at "The Pilot,"" said Mr. Sedgett, venomously.
"Were you drunk when you committed this a.s.sault?" Jonathan asked his son.