"But there ain"t much in it!" the farmer e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, withdrawing his fingers from the b.u.t.ton they had been teasing for security since Anthony"s question about the purse.
"Not much--eh! brother William John?" Anthony threw up a puzzled look.
"Not much baggage--I see that--" he exclaimed; "and, Lord be thanked! no trunks. Aha, my dear"--he turned to Rhoda--"you remember your lesson, do ye? Now, mark me--I"ll remember you for it. Do you know, my dear," he said to Rhoda confidentially, "that sixpenn"orth of chaff which I made the cabman pay for--there was the cream of it!--that was better than Peruvian bark to my const.i.tution. It was as good to me as a sniff of sea-breeze and no excursion expenses. I"d like another, just to feel young again, when I"d have backed myself to beat--cabmen? Ah! I"ve stood up, when I was a young "un, and shut up a Cheap Jack at a fair.
Circulation"s the soul o" chaff. That"s why I don"t mind tackling cabmen--they sit all day, and all they"ve got to say is "rat-tat," and they"ve done. But I let the boys roar. I know what I was when a boy myself. I"ve got devil in me--never you fear--but it"s all on the side of the law. Now, let"s off, for the gentlemen are starin" at you, which won"t hurt ye, ye know, but makes me jealous."
Before the party moved away from the platform, a sharp tussle took place between Anthony and the farmer as to the porterage of the bulky bag; but it being only half-earnest, the farmer did not put out his strength, and Anthony had his way.
"I rather astonished you, brother William John," he said, when they were in the street.
The farmer admitted that he was stronger than he looked.
"Don"t you judge by appearances, that"s all," Anthony remarked, setting down the bag to lay his finger on one side of his nose for impressiveness.
"Now, there we leave London Bridge to the right, and we should away to the left, and quiet parts." He seized the bag anew. "Just listen. That"s the roaring of cataracts of gold you hear, brother William John. It"s a good notion, ain"t it? Hark!--I got that notion from one of your penny papers. You can buy any amount for a penny, now-a-days--poetry up in a corner, stories, tales o" temptation--one fellow cut his lucky with his master"s cash, dashed away to Australia, made millions, fit to be a lord, and there he was! liable to the law! and everybody bowing their hats and their heads off to him, and his knees knocking at the sight of a policeman--a man of a red complexion, full habit of body, enjoyed his dinner and his wine, and on account of his turning white so often, they called him--"sealing-wax and Parchment" was one name; "Carrots and turnips" was another; "Blumonge and something," and so on. Fancy his having to pay half his income in pensions to chaps who could have had him out of his town or country mansion and popped into gaol in a jiffy.
And found out at last! Them tales set you thinking. Once I was an idle young scaramouch. But you can buy every idea that"s useful to you for a penny. I tried the halfpenny journals. Cheapness ain"t always profitable. The moral is, Make your money, and you may buy all the rest."
Discoursing thus by the way, and resisting the farmer"s occasional efforts to relieve him of the bag, with the observation that appearances were deceiving, and that he intended, please his Maker, to live and turn over a little more interest yet, Anthony brought them to Mrs. Wicklow"s house. Mrs. Wicklow promised to put them into the track of the omnibuses running toward Dahlia"s abode in the Southwest, and Mary Ann Wicklow, who had a burning desire in her bosom to behold even the outside sh.e.l.l of her friend"s new grandeur, undertook very disinterestedly to accompany them. Anthony"s strict injunction held them due at a lamp-post outside Boyne"s Bank, at half-past three o"clock in the afternoon.
"My love to Dahly," he said. "She was always a head and shoulders over my size. Tell her, when she rolls by in her carriage, not to mind me. I got my own notions of value. And if that Mr. Ayrton of hers "ll bank at Boyne"s, I"ll behave to him like a customer. This here"s the girl for my money." He touched Rhoda"s arm, and so disappeared.
The farmer chided her for her cold manner to her uncle, murmuring aside to her: "You heard what he said." Rhoda was frozen with her heart"s expectation, and insensible to hints or reproof. The people who entered the omnibus seemed to her stale phantoms bearing a likeness to every one she had known, save to her beloved whom she was about to meet, after long separation.
She marvelled pityingly at the sort of madness which kept the streets so lively for no reasonable purpose. When she was on her feet again, she felt for the first time, that she was nearing the sister for whom she hungered, and the sensation beset her that she had landed in a foreign country. Mary Ann Wicklow chattered all the while to the general ear. It was her pride to be the discoverer of Dahlia"s terrace.
"Not for worlds would she enter the house," she said, in a general tone; she knowing better than to present herself where downright entreaty did not invite her.
Rhoda left her to count the numbers along the terrace-walk, and stood out in the road that her heart might select Dahlia"s habitation from the other hueless residences. She fixed upon one, but she was wrong, and her heart sank. The fair Mary Ann fought her and beat her by means of a careful reckoning, as she remarked,--
"I keep my eyes open; Number 15 is the corner house, the bow-window, to a certainty."
Gardens were in front of the houses; or, to speak more correctly, strips of garden walks. A cab was drawn up close by the shrub-covered iron gate leading up to No. 15. Mary Ann hurried them on, declaring that they might be too late even now at a couple of dozen paces distant, seeing that London cabs, crawlers as they usually were, could, when required, and paid for it, do their business like lightning. Her observation was ill.u.s.trated the moment after they had left her in the rear; for a gentleman suddenly sprang across the pavement, jumped into a cab, and was whirled away, with as much apparent magic to provincial eyes, as if a pantomimic trick had been performed. Rhoda pressed forward a step in advance of her father.
"It may have been her husband," she thought, and trembled. The curtains up in the drawing-room were moved as by a hand; but where was Dahlia"s face? Dahlia knew that they were coming, and she was not on the look-out for them!--a strange conflict of facts, over which Rhoda knitted her black brows, so that she looked menacing to the maid opening the door, whose "Oh, if you please, Miss," came in contact with "My sister--Mrs.--, she expects me. I mean, Mrs.--" but no other name than "Dahlia" would fit itself to Rhoda"s mouth.
"Ayrton," said the maid, and recommenced, "Oh, if you please, Miss, and you are the young lady, Mrs. Ayrton is very sorry, and have left word, would you call again to-morrow, as she have made a pressing appointment, and was sure you would excuse her, but her husband was very anxious for her to go, and could not put it off, and was very sorry, but would you call again to-morrow at twelve o"clock? and punctually she would be here."
The maid smiled as one who had fairly accomplished the recital of her lesson. Rhoda was stunned.
"Is Mrs. Ayrton at home?--Not at home?" she said.
"No: don"t ye hear?" quoth the farmer, sternly.
"She had my letter--do you know?" Rhoda appealed to the maid.
"Oh, yes, Miss. A letter from the country."
"This morning?"
"Yes, Miss; this morning."
"And she has gone out? What time did she go out? When will she be in?"
Her father plucked at her dress. "Best not go making the young woman repeat herself. She says, n.o.body"s at home to ask us in. There"s no more, then, to trouble her for."
"At twelve o"clock to-morrow?" Rhoda faltered.
"Would you, if you please, call again at twelve o"clock to-morrow, and punctually she would be here," said the maid.
The farmer hung his head and turned. Rhoda followed him from the garden.
She was immediately plied with queries and interjections of wonderment by Miss Wicklow, and it was not until she said: "You saw him go out, didn"t you?--into the cab?" that Rhoda awakened to a meaning in her gabble.
Was it Dahlia"s husband whom they had seen? And if so, why was Dahlia away from her husband? She questioned in her heart, but not for an answer, for she allowed no suspicions to live. The farmer led on with his plodding country step, burdened shoulders, and ruddy-fowled, serious face, not speaking to Rhoda, who had no desire to hear a word from him, and let him be. Mary Ann steered him and called from behind the turnings he was to take, while she speculated aloud to Rhoda upon the nature of the business that had torn Dahlia from the house so inopportunely.
At last she announced that she knew what it was, but Rhoda failed to express curiosity. Mary Ann was driven to whisper something about strange things in the way of purchases. At that moment the farmer threw up his umbrella, shouting for a cab, and Rhoda ran up to him,--
"Oh, father, why do we want to ride?"
"Yes, I tell ye!" said the farmer, chafing against his coat-collar.
"It is an expense, when we can walk, father."
"What do I care for th" expense? I shall ride." He roared again for a cab, and one came that took them in; after which, the farmer, not being spoken to, became gravely placid as before. They were put down at Boyne"s Bank. Anthony was on the look-out, and signalled them to stand away some paces from the door. They were kept about a quarter of an hour waiting between two tides of wayfarers, which hustled them one way and another, when out, at last, came the old, broad, bent figure, with little finicking steps, and hurried past them head foremost, his arms narrowed across a bulgy breast. He stopped to make sure that they were following, beckoned with his chin, and proceeded at a mighty rate.
Marvellous was his rounding of corners, his threading of obstructions, his skilful diplomacy with pa.s.sengers. Presently they lost sight of him, and stood bewildered; but while they were deliberating they heard his voice. He was above them, having issued from two swinging bright doors; and he laughed and nodded, as he ran down the steps, and made signs, by which they were to understand that he was relieved of a weight.
"I"ve done that twenty year of my life, brother William John," he said.
"Eh? Perhaps you didn"t guess I was worth some thousands when I got away from you just now? Let any chap try to stop me! They may just as well try to stop a railway train. Steam"s up, and I"m off."
He laughed and wiped his forehead. Slightly vexed at the small amount of discoverable astonishment on the farmer"s face, he continued,--
"You don"t think much of it. Why, there ain"t another man but myself Boyne"s Bank would trust. They"ve trusted me thirty year:--why shouldn"t they go on trusting me another thirty year? A good character, brother William John, goes on compound-interesting, just like good coin. Didn"t you feel a sort of heat as I brushed by you--eh? That was a matter of one-two-three-four" Anthony watched the farmer as his voice swelled up on the heightening numbers: "five-six-six thousand pounds, brother William John. People must think something of a man to trust him with that sum pretty near every day of their lives, Sundays excepted--eh?
don"t you think so?"
He dwelt upon the immense confidence reposed in him, and the terrible temptation it would be to some men, and how they ought to thank their stars that they were never thrown in the way of such a temptation, of which he really thought nothing at all--nothing! until the farmer"s countenance was lightened of its air of oppression, for a puzzle was dissolved in his brain. It was now manifest to him that Anthony was trusted in this extraordinary manner because the heads and managers of Boyne"s Bank knew the old man to be possessed of a certain very respectable sum: in all probability they held it in their coffers for safety and credited him with the amount. Nay, more; it was fair to imagine that the guileless old fellow, who conceived himself to be so deep, had let them get it all into their hands without any suspicion of their prominent object in doing so.
Mr. Fleming said, "Ah, yes, surely."
He almost looked shrewd as he smiled over Anthony"s hat. The healthy exercise of his wits relieved his apprehensive paternal heart; and when he mentioned that Dahlia had not been at home when he called, he at the same time sounded his hearer for excuses to be raised on her behalf, himself clumsily suggesting one or two, as to show that he was willing to swallow a very little for comfort.
"Oh, of course!" said Anthony, jeeringly. "Out? If you catch her in, these next three or four days, you"ll be lucky. Ah, brother William John!"
The farmer, half frightened by Anthony"s dolorous shake of his head, exclaimed: "What"s the matter, man?"
"How proud I should be if only you was in a way to bank at Boyne"s!"
"Ah!" went the farmer in his turn, and he plunged his chin deep in his neckerchief.
"Perhaps some of your family will, some day, brother William John."
"Happen, some of my family do, brother Anthony!"