"If I have grieved my grandfather, sir, I am heartily sorry, and will answer to him for what I have done. And I would have you know, Mr.
Allen, that I am as able as any to care for the Carvel honour."
I spoke with a vehemence, for the thought carried me beyond myself, that this upstart parson his Lordship had but a year since sent among us should question our family reputation.
"Remember that Mr. Allen is of the Church, Richard," said my grandfather, severely.
"I fear he has little respect for Church or State, sir," Grafton put in.
"You are now reaping the fruits of your indulgence."
I turned to my grandfather.
"You are my protector, sir," I cried. "And if it please you to tell me what I now stand accused of, I submit most dutifully to your chastis.e.m.e.nt."
"Very fair words, indeed, nephew Richard," said my uncle, "and I draw from them that you have yet to hear of your beating an honest schoolmaster without other provocation than that he was a loyal servant to the King, and wantonly injuring the children of his school." He drew from his pocket a copy of that Gazette Mr. Carvel held in his hand, and added ironically: "Here, then, are news which will doubtless surprise you, sir. And knowing you for a peaceful lad, never having entertained such heresies as those with which it pleases Mr. Green to credit you, I dare swear he has drawn on his imagination."
I took the paper in amaze, not knowing why my grandfather, who had ever been so jealous of others taking me to task, should permit the rector and my uncle to chide me in his presence. The account was in the main true enough, and made sad sport of Mr. Fairbrother.
"Have I not been caned for this, sir?" said I to my grandfather.
These words seemed to touch Mr. Carvel, and I saw a tear glisten in his eye as he answered:
"You have, Richard, and stoutly. But your uncle and Mr. Allen seem to think that your offence warrants more than a caning, and to deem that you have been actuated by bad principles rather than by boyish spirits."
He paused to steady his voice, and I realized then for the first time how sacred he held allegiance to the King. "Tell me, my lad," said he, "tell me, as you love G.o.d and the truth, whether they are right."
For the moment I shrank from speaking, perceiving what a sad blow to Mr. Carvel my words must be. And then I spoke up boldly, catching the exulting sneer on my Uncle Grafton"s face and the note of triumph reflected in Mr. Allen"s.
"I have never deceived you, sir," I said, "and will not now hide from you that I believe the colonies to have a just cause against his Majesty and Parliament." The words came ready to my lips: "We are none the less Englishmen because we claim the rights of Englishmen, and, saving your presence, sir, are as loyal as those who do not. And if these principles be bad," I added to my uncle, "then should we think with shame upon the Magna Charta."
My grandfather stood astonished at such a speech from me, whom he had thought a lad yet without a formed knowledge of public affairs. But I was, in fact, supersaturated with that of which I spoke, and could have given my hearers many able Whig arguments to surprise them had the season befitted. There was silence for a s.p.a.ce after I had finished, and then Mr. Carvel sank right heavily upon the bench.
"A Carvel against the King!" was all he said.
Had I been alone with him I should have cast myself at his feet, for it hurt me sorely to see him so. As it was, I held my head high.
"The Carvels ever did what they believed right, sir," I answered. "You would not have me to go against my conscience?"
To this he replied nothing.
"The evil has been done, as I feared, father," said Grafton, presently; "we must now seek for the remedy."
"Let me question the lad," Mr. Allen softly interposed. "Tell me, Richard, who has influenced you to this way of thinking?"
I saw his ruse, and was not to be duped by it.
"Men who have not feared to act bravely against oppression, sir," I said.
"Thank G.o.d," exclaimed my uncle, with fervour, "that I have been more careful of Philip"s a.s.sociations, and that he has not caught in the streets and taverns this noxious creed!"
"There is no danger from Philip; he remembers his family name," said the rector.
"No," quoth Mr. Carvel, bitterly, "there is no danger from Philip. Like his father, he will ever believe that which best serves him."
Grafton, needless to say, did not pursue such an argument, but rising, remarked that this deplorable affair had kept him long past his dinner hour, and that his services were as ever at his father"s disposal. He refused to stay, though my grandfather pressed him of course, and with a low bow of filial respect and duty and a single glance at the rector, my uncle was gone. And then we walked slowly to the house and into the dining room, Mr. Carvel leading the procession, and I an unwilling rear, knowing that my fate would be decided between them. I thought Mr.
Allen"s grace would never end, and the meal likewise; I ate but little, while the two gentlemen discussed parish matters. And when at last Scipio had retired, and the rector of St. Anne"s sat sipping the old Madeira, his countenance all gravity, but with a relish he could not hide, my grandfather spoke up. And though he addressed himself to the guest, I knew full well what he said was meant for me.
"As you see, sir," said he, "I am sore perplexed and troubled. We Carvels, Mr. Allen, have ever been stanch to Church and King. My great-grandsire fought at Naseby and Marston Moor for Charles, and suffered exile in his name. "Twas love for King James that sent my father hither, though he swore allegiance to Anne and the First George.
I can say with pride that he was no indifferent servant to either, refusing honours from the Pretender in "15, when he chanced to be at home. An oath is an oath, sir, and we have yet to be false to ours. And the King, say I, should, next to G.o.d, be loved and loyally served by his subjects. And so I have served this George, and his grandfather before him, according to the talents which were given me."
"And ably, sir, permit me to say," echoed the rector, heartily. Too heartily, methought. And he carefully filled his pipe with choice leaf out of Mr. Carvel"s inlaid box.
"Be that as it may, I have done my best, as we must all do. Pardon me, sir, for speaking of myself. But I have brought up this lad from a child, Mr. Allen," said Mr. Carvel, his words coming slowly, as if each gave him pain, "and have striven to be an example to him in all things.
He has few of those faults which I most fear; G.o.d be thanked that he loves the truth, for there is yet a chance of his correction. A chance, said I?" he cried, his speech coming more rapid, "nay, he shall be cured! I little thought, fool that I was, that he would get this pox.
His father fought and died for the King; and should trouble come, which G.o.d forbid, to know that Richard stood against his Majesty would kill me."
"And well it might, Mr. Carvel," said the divine. He was for the moment sobered, as weak men must be in the presence of those of strong convictions. My grandfather had half risen in his chair, and the lines of his smooth-shaven face deepened visibly with the pain of the feelings to which he gave utterance. As for me, I was well-nigh swept away by a bigness within me, and torn between love and duty, between pity and the reason left me, and sadly tried to know whether my dear parent"s life and happiness should be weighed against what I felt to be right. I strove to speak, but could say nothing.
"He must be removed from the influences," the rector ventured, after a halt.
"That he must indeed," said my grandfather. "Why did I not send him to Eton last fall? But it is hard, Mr. Allen, to part with the child of our old age. I would take pa.s.sage and go myself with him to-morrow were it not for my duties in the Council."
"Eton! I would have sooner, I believe, wrought by the side of any rascally redemptioner in the iron mines of the Patapsco than have gone to Eton.
"But for the present, sir, I would counsel you to put the lad"s studies in the charge of some able and learned man, that his mind may be turned from the disease which has fed upon it. Some one whose loyalty is beyond question."
"And who so fit as yourself, Mr. Allen?" returned my grandfather, relief plain in his voice. "You have his Lordship"s friendship and confidence, and never has rector of St. Anne"s or of any other parish brought letters to his Excellency to compare with yours. And so I crave your help in this time of need."
Mr. Allen showed becoming hesitation.
"I fear you do me greater honour than I deserve, Mr. Carvel," he answered, a strain of the pomp coming back, "though my gracious patron is disposed to think well of me, and I shall strive to hold his good opinion. But I have duties of parish and glebe to attend, and Master Philip Carvel likewise in my charge."
I held my breath for my grandfather"s reply. The rector, however, had read him, and well knew that a show of reluctance would but inflame him the more.
"How now, sir?" he exclaimed. "Surely, as you love the King, you will not refuse me in this strait."
Mr. Allen rose and grasped him by the hand.
"Nay, sir," said he, "and you put it thus, I cannot refuse you."
The thought of it was too much. I ran to my grandfather crying: "Not Mr. Allen, sir, not Mr. Allen. Any one else you please,--Mr. Fairbrother even."
The rector drew back haughtily. "It is clear, Mr. Carvel," he said, "that Richard has other preferences."
"And be d.a.m.ned to them!" shouted my grandfather. "Am I to be ruled by this headstrong boy? He has beat Mr. Fairbrother, and shall have no skimmed-milk supervision if I can help it."
And so it was settled that I should be tutored by the rector of St.
Anne"s, and I took my seat beside my cousin Philip in his study the very next day.