I went about in homespun, which, if good enough for Mr. Bordley, was good enough for me. I rode with him over the estate. This gentleman was the most accomplished and scientific farmer we had in the province.
Having inherited his plantation on Wye Island, near Carvel Hall, he resigned his duties as judge, and a lucrative practice, to turn all his energies to the cultivation of the soil. His wheat was as eagerly sought after as was Colonel Washington"s tobacco.
It was to Mr. Bordley"s counsel that the greater part of my success was due. He taught me the folly of ploughing with a fluke,--a custom to which the Eastern Sh.o.r.e was wedded, pointing out that a double surface was thus exposed to the sun"s rays; and explained at length why there was more profit in small grain in that district than heavy tobacco. He gave me Dr. Eliot"s "Essays on Field Husbandry," and Mill"s "Husby,"
which I read from cover to cover. And I went from time to time to visit him at Wye Island, when he would canter with me over that magnificent plantation, and show me with pride the finished outcome of his experiments.
Mr. Swain"s affairs kept him in town the greater part of the twelve months, and Mrs. Swain and Patty moved to Annapolis in the autumn. But for three years I was at Cordon"s Pride winter and summer alike. At the end of that time I was fortunate enough to show my employer such substantial results as to earn his commendation--ay, and his confidence, which was the highest token of that man"s esteem. The moneys of the estate he left entirely at my order. And in the spring of "73, when the opportunity was suddenly offered to buy a thousand acres of excellent wheat land adjoining, I made the purchase for him while he was at Williamsburg, and upon my own responsibility.
This connected the plantation on the east with Singleton"s. It had been my secret hope that the two estates might one day be joined in marriage.
For of all those who came a-courting Patty, Percy was by far the best.
He was but a diffident suitor; he would sit with me on the lawn evening after evening, when company was there, while Fotheringay and Francis Willard made their compliments within,--silly flatteries, at which Patty laughed.
Percy kept his hounds, and many a run we had together" in the sparkling days that followed the busy summer, when the crops were safe in the bottoms; or a quiet pipe and bottle in his bachelor"s hall, after a soaking on the duck points.
And this brings me to a subject on which I am loth to write. Where Mr.
Singleton was concerned, Patty, the kindest of creatures, was cruelty itself. Once, when I had the effrontery to venture a word in his behalf, I had been silenced so effectively as to make my ears tingle. A thousand little signs led me to a conclusion which pained me more than I can express. Heaven is my witness that no baser feeling leads me to hint of it here. Every day while the garden lasted flowers were in my room, and it was Banks who told me that she would allow no other hands than her own to place them by my bed. He got a round rating from me for violating the pledge of secrecy he had given her. It was Patty who made my shirts, and on Christmas knitted me something of comfort; who stood on the horse-block in the early morning waving after me as I rode away, and at my coming her eyes would kindle with a light not to be mistaken.
None of these things were lost upon Percy Singleton, and I often wondered why he did not hate me. He was of the kind that never shows a hurt. Force of habit still sent him to Gordon"s Pride, but for days he would have nothing to say to the mistress of it, or she to him.
CHAPTER XLVII. VISITORS
It was not often that Mr. Thomas Swain honoured Gordon"s Pride with his presence. He vowed that the sober Whig company his father brought there gave him the vapours. He snapped his fingers at the articles of the Patriots" a.s.sociation, and still had his c.o.c.ked hats and his Brussels lace and his spygla.s.s, and his top boots when he rode abroad, like any other Tory buck. His intimates were all of the King"s side,--of the worst of the King"s side, I should say, for I would not be thought to cast any slur on the great number of conscientious men of that party.
But, being the son of one of the main props of the Whigs, Mr. Tom went unpunished for his father"s sake. He was not uncondemned.
Up to 1774, the times that Mr. Swain mentioned his son to me might be counted on the fingers of one hand. It took not a great deal of shrewdness to guess that he had paid out many a pretty sum to keep Tom"s honour bright: as bright, at least, as such doubtful metal would polish.
Tho" the barrister sought my ear in many matters, I never heard a whimper out of him on this score.
Master Tom had no ambition beyond that of being a macaroni; his easy-going nature led him to avoid alike trouble and responsibility.
Hence he did not bother his head concerning my position. He appeared well content that I should make money out of the plantation for him to spend. His visits to Gordon"s Pride were generally in the late autumn, and he brought his own company with him. I recall vividly his third or fourth appearance, in October of "73. Well I may! The family was preparing to go to town, and this year I was to follow them, and take from Mr. Swain"s shoulders some of his private business, for he had been ailing a little of late from overwork.
The day of which I have spoken a storm had set in, the rain falling in sheets. I had been in the saddle since breakfast, seeing to an hundred repairs that had to be made before the cold weather. "Twas near the middle of the afternoon when I pulled up before the weaving house. The looms were still, and Patty met me at the door with a grave look, which I knew portended something. But her first words were of my comfort.
"Richard, will you ever learn sense? You have been wet all day long, and have missed your dinner. Go at once and change your clothes, sir!" she commanded severely.
"I have first to look at the warehouse, where the roof is leaking," I expostulated.
"You shall do no such thing," replied she, "but dry yourself, and march into the dining room. We have had the ducks you shot yesterday, and some of your experimental hominy; but they are all gone."
I knew well she had laid aside for me some dainty, as was her habit.
I dismounted. She gave me a quick, troubled glance, and said in a low voice:
"Tom is come. And oh, I dare not tell you whom he has with him now!"
"Courtenay?" I asked.
"Yes, of coa.r.s.e. I hate the sight of the man. But your cousin, Philip Carvel, is here, Richard. Father will be very angry. And they are making a drinking-tavern of the house."
I gave Firefly a slap that sent her trotting stable-ward, and walked rapidly to the house. I found the three of them drinking in the hall, the punch spilled over the table, and staining the cards.
"Gad"s life!" cries Tom, "here comes Puritan Richard, in his broad rim.
How goes the crop, Richard? "Twill have to go well, egad, for I lost an hundred at the South River Club last week!"
Next him sat Philip, whom I had not seen since before I was carried off.
He was lately come home from King"s College; and very mysteriously, his father giving out that his health was not all it should be. He had not gained Grafton"s height, but he was broader, and his face had something in it of his father. He had his mother"s under lip and complexion.
Grafton was sallow; Philip was a peculiar pink,--not the ruddy pink of heartier natures, like my grandfather"s, nor yet had he the peach-like skin of Mr. Dix. Philip"s was a darker and more solid colour, and I have never seen man or woman with it and not mistrusted them. He wore a red velvet coat embroidered with gold, and as costly ruffles as I had ever seen in London. But for all this my cousin had a coa.r.s.e look, and his polished blue flints of eyes were those of a coa.r.s.e man.
He got to his feet as Tom spoke, looking anywhere but at me, and came forward slowly. He was loyal to no one, was Philip, not even to his father. When he was got within three paces he halted.
"How do you, cousin?" says he.
"A little wet, as you perceive, Philip," I replied.
I left him and stood before the fire, my rough wool steaming in the heat. He sat down again, a little awkwardly; and the situation began to please me better.
"How do you?" I asked presently.
"I have got a devilish cold," said he. "Faith, I"ll warrant the doctor will be sworn I have been but indifferent company since we left the Hall. Eh, doctor?"
Courtenay, with his feet stretched out, bestowed an amiable but languid wink upon me, as much as to say that I knew what Mr. Philip"s company was at best. When I came out after my dinner, they were still sitting there, Courtenay yawning, and Tom and Philip wrangling over last night"s play.
"Come, my man of affairs, join us a hand!" says the doctor to me. "I have known the time when you would sit from noon until supper."
"I had money then," said I.
"And you have a little now, or I am cursed badly mistook. Oons! what do you fear?" he exclaimed, "you that have played with March and Fox?"
"I fear nothing, doctor," I answered, smiling. "But a man must have a sorry honour when he will win fifty pounds with but ten of capital."
"One of Dr. Franklin"s maxims, I presume," says he, with sarcasm.
"And if it were, it could scarce be more pat," I retorted. ""Tis Poor Richard"s maxim."
"O lud! O my soul!" cries Tom, with a hiccup and a sn.i.g.g.e.r; ""tis time you made another grand tour, Courtenay. Here"s the second Whig has got in on you within the week!"
"Thank G.o.d they have not got me down to osnabrig and b.u.mbo yet," replies the doctor. Coming over to me by the fire, he tapped my sleeve and added in a low tone: "Forbearance with such a pair of a.s.ses is enough to make a man shed bitter tears. But a little of it is necessary to keep out of debt. You and I will play together, against both the lambs, Richard. One of them is not far from maudlin now."
"Thank you, doctor," I answered politely, "but I have a better way to make my living." In three years I had learned a little to control my temper.
He shrugged his thin shoulders. "Eh bien, mon bon," says he, "I dare swear you know your own game better than do I." And he cast a look up the stairs, of which I quite missed the meaning. Indeed, I was wholly indifferent. The doctor and his like had pa.s.sed out of my life, and I believed they were soon to disappear from our Western Hemisphere. The report I had heard was now confirmed, that his fortune was dissipated, and that he lived entirely off these young rakes who aspired to be macaronies.
"Since your factor is become a d.a.m.ned Lutheran, Tom," said he, returning to the table and stripping a pack, "it will have to be picquet. You promised me we could count on a fourth, or I had never left Inman"s."
It was Tom, as I had feared, who sat down unsteadily opposite. Philip lounged and watched them sulkily, snuffing and wheezing and dipping into the bowl, and cursing the house for a draughty barn. I took a pipe on the settle to see what would come of it. I was not surprised that Courtenay lost at first, and that Tom drank the most of the punch. Nor was it above half an hour before the stakes were raised and the tide began to turn in the doctor"s favour.
"A plague of you, Courtenay!" cries Mr. Tom, at length, flinging down the cards. His voice was thick, while the Selwyn of Annapolis was never soberer in his life. Tom appealed first to Philip for the twenty pounds he owed him.
"You know how d.a.m.ned stingy my father is, curse you," whined my cousin, in return. "I told you I should not have it till the first of the month."