"No, sir; you didn"t. Work hard: sleep sound that"s happiness. I"ve known it for a year. You"re the man I"d imitate, if I could. The devil came first the brandy"s secondary. I was quiet so long. I thought myself a safe man."
He sat down and sent his hair distraught with an effort at smoothing it.
"Women brought the devil into the world first. It"s women who raise the devil in us, and why they--"
He thumped the table just as his aunt Anne was preparing to spread the cloth.
"Don"t be frightened, woman," said Jonathan, seeing her start fearfully back. "You take too many cups of tea, morning and night--hang the stuff!"
"Never, never till now have you abused me, Jonathan," she whimpered, severely.
"I don"t tell you to love him; but wait on him. That"s all. And I"ll about my business. Land and beasts--they answer to you."
Robert looked up.
"Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things. When next I go to church, I shall know what old Adam felt. Go along, sir. I shall break nothing in the house."
"You won"t go, Jonathan?" begged the trembling spinster.
"Give him some of your tea, and strong, and as much of it as he can take--he wants bringing down," was Jonathan"s answer; and casting a glance at one of the framed letters, he strode through the doorway, and Aunt Anne was alone with the flushed face and hurried eyes of her nephew, who was to her little better than a demon in the flesh. But there was a Bible in the room.
An hour later, Robert was mounted and riding to the meet of hounds.
CHAPTER XVIII
A single night at the Pilot Inn had given life and vigour to Robert"s old reputation in Warbeach village, as the stoutest of drinkers and dear rascals throughout a sailor-breeding district, where Dibdin was still thundered in the ale-house, and manhood in a great degree measured by the capacity to take liquor on board, as a ship takes ballast. There was a profound affectation of deploring the sad fact that he drank as hard as ever, among the men, and genuine pity expressed for him by the women of Warbeach; but his fame was fresh again. As the Spring brings back its flowers, Robert"s presence revived his youthful deeds. There had not been a boxer in the neighbourhood like Robert Eccles, nor such a champion in all games, nor, when he set himself to it, such an invincible drinker. It was he who thrashed the brute, Nic Sedgett, for stabbing with his clasp-knife Harry Boulby, son of the landlady of the Pilot Inn; thrashed him publicly, to the comfort of all Warbeach. He had rescued old Dame Garble from her burning cottage, and made his father house the old creature, and worked at farming, though he hated it, to pay for her subsistence. He vindicated the honour of Warbeach by drinking a match against a Yorkshire skipper till four o"clock in the morning, when it was a gallant sight, my boys, to see Hampshire steadying the defeated North-countryman on his astonished zigzag to his flattish-bottomed billyboy, all in the cheery sunrise on the river--yo-ho! ahoy!
Glorious Robert had tried, first the sea, and then soldiering. Now let us hope he"ll settle to farming, and follow his rare old father"s ways, and be back among his own people for good. So chimed the younger ones, and many of the elder.
Danish blood had settled round Warbeach. To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain, a lad must still, I fear, have something of a Scandinavian gullet; and if, in addition to his being a powerful drinker, he is pleasant in his cups, and can sing, and forgive, be freehanded, and roll out the grand risky phrases of a fired brain, he stamps himself, in the apprehension of his a.s.sociates, a king.
Much of the stuff was required to deal King Robert of Warbeach the capital stroke, and commonly he could hold on till a puff of cold air from the outer door, like an admonitory messenger, reminded him that he was, in the greatness of his soul, a king of swine; after which his way of walking off, without a word to anybody, hoisting his whole stature, while others were staggering, or roaring foul rhymes, or feeling consciously mortal in their sensation of feverishness, became a theme for admiration; ay, and he was fresh as an orchard apple in the morning!
there lay his commandership convincingly. What was proved overnight was confirmed at dawn.
Mr. Robert had his contrast in Sedgett"s son, Nicodemus Sedgett, whose unlucky Christian name had a.s.sisted the wits of Warbeach in bestowing on him a darkly-luminous relationship. Young Nic loved also to steep his spirit in the bowl; but, in addition to his never paying for his luxury, he drank as if in emulation of the colour of his reputed patron, and neighbourhood to Nic Sedgett was not liked when that young man became thoughtful over his gla.s.s.
The episode of his stabbing the landlady"s son Harry clung to him fatally. The wound was in the thigh, and nothing serious. Harry was up and off to sea before Nic had ceased to show the marks of Robert"s vengeance upon him; but blood-shedding, even on a small scale, is so detested by Englishmen, that Nic never got back to his right hue in the eyes of Warbeach. None felt to him as to a countryman, and it may be supposed that his face was seen no more in the house of gathering, the Pilot Inn.
He rented one of the Fairly farms, known as the Three-Tree Farm, subsisting there, men fancied, by the aid of his housekeeper"s money.
For he was of those evil fellows who disconcert all righteous prophecy, and it was vain for Mrs. Boulby and Warbeach village to declare that no good could come to him, when Fortune manifestly kept him going.
He possessed the rogue"s most serviceable art: in spite of a countenance that was not attractive, this fellow could, as was proved by evidence, make himself pleasing to women. "The truth of it is," said Mrs. Boulby, at a loss for any other explanation, and with a woman"s love of sharp generalization, "it"s because my s.e.x is fools."
He had one day no money to pay his rent, and forthwith (using for the purpose his last five shillings, it was said) advertized for a housekeeper; and before Warbeach had done chuckling over his folly, an agreeable woman of about thirty-five was making purchases in his name; she made tea, and the evening brew for such friends as he could collect, and apparently paid his rent for him, after a time; the distress was not in the house three days. It seemed to Warbeach an erratic proceeding on the part of Providence, that Nic should ever be helped to swim; but our modern prophets have small patience, and summon Destiny to strike without a preparation of her weapons or a warning to the victim.
More than Robert"s old occasional vice was at the bottom of his popularity, as I need not say. Let those who generalize upon ethnology determine whether the ancient opposition of Saxon and Norman be at an end; but it is certain, to my thinking, that when a hero of the people can be got from the common popular stock, he is doubly dear. A gentleman, however gallant and familiar, will hardly ever be as much beloved, until he dies to inform a legend or a ballad: seeing that death only can remove the peculiar distinctions and distances which the people feel to exist between themselves and the gentleman-cla.s.s, and which, not to credit them with preternatural discernment, they are carefully taught to feel. Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers.
It was as the son of a yeoman, showing comprehensible accomplishments, that Robert took his lead. He was a very brave, a sweet-hearted, and a handsome young man, and he had very chivalrous views of life, that were understood by a sufficient number under the influence of ale or brandy, and by a few in default of that material aid; and they had a family pride in him. The pride was mixed with fear, which threw over it a tender light, like a mother"s dream of her child. The people, I have said, are not so lost in self-contempt as to undervalue their best men, but it must be admitted that they rarely produce young fellows wearing the undeniable chieftain"s stamp, and the rarity of one like Robert lent a hue of sadness to him in their thoughts.
Fortune, moreover, the favourer of Nic Sedgett, blew foul whichever the way Robert set his sails. He would not look to his own advantage; and the belief that man should set his little traps for the liberal hand of his G.o.d, if he wishes to prosper, rather than strive to be merely honourable in his Maker"s eye, is almost as general among poor people as it is with the moneyed cla.s.ses, who survey them from their height.
When jolly Butcher Billing, who was one of the limited company which had sat with Robert at the Pilot last night, reported that he had quitted the army, he was hearkened to dolefully, and the feeling was universal that glorious Robert had cut himself off from his pension and his hospital.
But when gossip Sedgett went his rounds, telling that Robert was down among them again upon the darkest expedition their minds could conceive, and rode out every morning for the purpose of encountering one of the gentlemen up at Fairly, and had already pulled him off his horse and laid him in the mud, calling him scoundrel and challenging him either to yield his secret or to fight; and that he followed him, and was out after him publicly, and matched himself against that gentleman, who had all the other gentlemen, and the earl, and the law to back him, the little place buzzed with wonder and alarm. Faint hearts declared that Robert was now done for. All felt that he had gone miles beyond the mark. Those were the misty days when fogs rolled up the salt river from the winter sea, and the sun lived but an hour in the clotted sky, extinguished near the noon.
Robert was seen riding out, and the tramp of his horse was heard as he returned homeward. He called no more at the Pilot. Darkness and mystery enveloped him. There were nightly meetings under Mrs. Boulby"s roof, in the belief that he could not withstand her temptations; nor did she imprudently discourage them; but the woman at last overcame the landlady within her, and she wailed: "He won"t come because of the drink. Oh! why was I made to sell liquor, which he says sends him to the devil, poor blessed boy? and I can"t help begging him to take one little drop. I did, the first night he was down, forgetting his ways; he looked so desperate, he did, and it went on and went on, till he was primed, and me proud to see him get out of his misery. And now he hates the thought of me."
In her despair she encouraged Sedgett to visit her bar and parlour, and he became everywhere a most important man.
Farmer Eccles"s habits of seclusion (his pride, some said), and more especially the dreaded austere Aunt Anne, who ruled that household, kept people distant from the Warbeach farm-house, all excepting Sedgett, who related that every night on his return, she read a chapter from the Bible to Robert, sitting up for him patiently to fulfil her duty; and that the farmer"s words to his son had been: "Rest here; eat and drink, and ride my horse; but not a penny of my money do you have."
By the help of Steeve Bilton, the Fairly huntsman, Sedgett was enabled to relate that there was a combination of the gentlemen against Robert, whose behaviour none could absolutely approve, save the landlady and jolly Butcher Billing, who stuck to him with a hearty blind faith.
"Did he ever," asked the latter, "did Bob Eccles ever conduct himself disrespectful to his superiors? Wasn"t he always found out at his wildest for to be right--to a sensible man"s way of thinking?--though not, I grant ye, to his own interests--there"s another tale." And Mr.
Billing"s staunch adherence to the hero of the village was cried out to his credit when Sedgett stated, on Stephen Bilton"s authority, that Robert"s errand was the defence of a girl who had been wronged, and whose whereabout, that she might be restored to her parents, was all he wanted to know. This story pa.s.sed from mouth to mouth, receiving much ornament in the pa.s.sage. The girl in question became a lady; for it is required of a mere common girl that she should display remarkable character before she can be accepted as the fitting companion of a popular hero. She became a young lady of fortune, in love with Robert, and concealed by the artifice of the offending gentleman whom Robert had challenged. Sedgett told this for truth, being instigated to boldness of invention by pertinacious inquiries, and the dignified sense which the whole story hung upon him.
Mrs. Boulby, who, as a towering woman, despised Sedgett"s weak frame, had been willing to listen till she perceived him to be but a man of fiction, and then she gave him a flat contradiction, having no esteem for his custom.
"Eh! but, Missis, I can tell you his name--the gentleman"s name,"
said Sedgett, placably. "He"s a Mr. Algernon Blancove, and a cousin by marriage, or something, of Mrs. Lovell."
"I reckon you"re right about that, goodman," replied Mrs. Boulby, with intuitive discernment of the true from the false, mingled with a desire to show that she was under no obligation for the news. "All t" other"s a tale of your own, and you know it, and no more true than your rigmaroles about my brandy, which is French; it is, as sure as my blood"s British."
"Oh! Missis," quoth Sedgett, maliciously, "as to tales, you"ve got witnesses enough it cra.s.sed chann"l. Aha! Don"t bring "em into the box.
Don"t you bring "em into ne"er a box."
"You mean to say, Mr. Sedgett, they won"t swear?"
"No, Missis; they"ll swear, fast and safe, if you teach "em. Dashed if they won"t run the Pilot on a rock with their swearin". It ain"t a good habit."
"Well, Mr. Sedgett, the next time you drink my brandy and find the consequences bad, you let me hear of it."
"And what"ll you do, Missis, may be?"
Listeners were by, and Mrs. Boulby cruelly retorted; "I won"t send you home to your wife;" which created a roar against this hen-pecked man.
"As to consequences, Missis, it"s for your sake I"m looking at them,"
Sedgett said, when he had recovered from the blow.
"You say that to the Excise, Mr. Sedgett; it, belike, "ll make "em sorry."
"Brandy"s your weak point, it appears, Missis."
"A little in you would stiffen your back, Mr. Sedgett."
"Poor Bob Eccles didn"t want no stiffening when he come down first,"