CHAPTER VII. GRAFTON HAS HIS CHANCE
To add to my troubles my grandfather was shortly taken very ill with the first severe sickness he had ever in his life endured. Dr. Leiden came and went sometimes thrice daily, and for a week he bore a look so grave as to frighten me. Dr. Evarts arrived by horse from Philadelphia, and the two physicians held long conversations in the morning room, while I listened at the door and comprehended not a word of their talk save when they spoke of bleeding. And after a very few consultations, as is often the way in their profession, they disagreed and quarrelled, and Dr.
Evarts packed himself back to Philadelphia in high dudgeon. Then Mr.
Carvel began to mend.
There were many who came regularly to inquire of him, and each afternoon I would see the broad shoulders and genial face of Governor Sharpe in the gateway, completing his walk by way of Marlboro" Street. I loved and admired him, for he had been a soldier himself before he came out to us, and had known and esteemed my father. His Excellency should surely have been knighted for his services in the French war. Once he spied me at the window and shook his cane pleasantly, and in he walks to the room where I sat reading of the victories of Blenheim and Malplaquet, for chronicles of this sort I delighted in.
"Aha, Richard," says he, taking up the book, ""tis plain whither your tastes lead you. Marlboro was a great general, and as sorry a scoundrel as ever led troops to battle. Truly," says he, musing, "the Lord often makes queer choice in his instruments for good." And he lowered himself into the easy chair and crossed his legs, regarding me very comically.
"What"s this I hear of your joining the burghers and barristers, and trouncing poor Mr. Fairbrother and his flock, and crying "Liberty forever!" in the very ears of the law?" he asks. "His Majesty will have need of such lads as you, I make no doubt, and should such proceedings come to his ears I would not give a pipe for your chances."
I could not but laugh, confused as I was, at his Excellency"s rally. And this I may say, that had it pleased Providence to give me dealing with such men of the King"s side as he, perchance my fortunes had been altered.
"And in any good cause, sir," I replied, "I would willingly give my life to his Majesty."
"So," said his Excellency, raising his eyebrows, "I see clearly you are of the rascals. But a lad must have his fancies, and when your age I was hot for the exiled Prince. I acquired more sense as I grew older. And better an active mind, say I, than a sluggard partisan."
At this stage of our talk came in my Uncle Grafton, and bowing low to the Governor made apology that some of the elders of the family had not been there to entertain him. He told his Excellency that he had never left the house save for necessary business, which was true for once, my uncle having taken up his abode with us during that week. But now, thanking Heaven and Dr. Leiden and his own poor effort, he could report his dear father to be out of danger.
Governor Sharpe answered shortly that he had been happy to hear the good news from Scipio. "Faith," says he, "I was well enough entertained, for I have a liking for this lad, and to speak truth I saw him here as I came up the walk."
My uncle smiled deprecatingly, and hid any vexation he might have had from this remark.
"I fear that Richard lacks wisdom as yet, your Excellency," said he, "and has many of his father"s headstrong qualities."
"Which you most providentially escaped," his Excellency put in.
Grafton bit his lip. "Necessity makes us all careful, sir," said he.
"Necessity does more than that, Mr. Carvel," returned the Governor, who was something of a wit; "necessity often makes us fools, if we be not careful. But give me ever a wanton fool rather than him of necessity"s handiwork. And as for the lad," says he, "let him not trouble you. Such as he, if twisted a little in the growth, come out straight enough in the end."
I think the Governor little knew what wormwood was this to my uncle.
""Tis heartily to be hoped, sir," he said, "for his folly has brought trouble enough behind it to those who have his education and his welfare in hand, and I make no doubt is at the bottom of my father"s illness."
At this injustice I could not but cry out, for all the town knew, and my grandfather himself best of all, that the trouble from which he now suffered sprang from his gout. And yet my heart was smitten at the thought that I might have hastened or aggravated the attack. The Governor rose. He seized his stick aggressively and looked sharply at Grafton.
"Nonsense," he exclaimed; "my friend Mr. Carvel is far too wise to be upset by a boyish prank which deserves no notice save a caning. And that, my lad," he added lightly, "I dare swear you got with interest."
And he called for a gla.s.s of the old Madeira when Scipio came with the tray, and departed with a polite inquiry after my Aunt Caroline"s health, and a prophecy that Mr. Carvel would soon be taking the air again.
There had been high doings indeed in Marlboro" Street that miserable week. My grandfather took to his bed of a Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and bade me go down to Mr. Aikman"s, the bookseller, and fetch him the latest books and plays. That night I became so alarmed that I sent Diomedes for Dr. Leiden, who remained the night through. Sunday was well gone before the news reached York Street, when my Aunt Caroline came hurrying over in her chair, and my uncle on foot. They brushed past Scipio at the door, and were pushing up the long flight when they were stopped on the landing by Dr. Leiden.
"How is my father, sir?" Grafton cried, "and why was I not informed at once of his illness? I must see him."
"Your vater can see no one, Mr. Carvel," said the doctor, quietly.
"What," says my uncle, "you dare to refuse me?"
"Not so lout, I bray you," says the doctor; "I tare any ting vere life is concerned."
"But I will see him," says Grafton, in a sort of helpless rage, for the doctor"s manner baffled him. "I will see him before he dies, and no man alive shall say me nay."
Then my Aunt Caroline gathered up her skirt, and made shift to pa.s.s the doctor.
"I have come to nurse him," said she, imperiously, and, turning to where I stood near, she added: "Bid a servant fetch from York Street what I shall have need of."
The doctor smiled, but stood firm. He cared little for aught in heaven or earth, did Dr. Leiden, and nothing whatever for Mr. and Mrs. Grafton Carvel.
"I peg you, matam, do not disturp yourself," said he. "Mr. Carvel is aply attended by an excellent voman, Mrs. Villis, and he has no neet of you."
"What," cried my aunt; "this is too much, sir, that I am thrust out of my father-in-law"s house, and my place taken by a menial. That woman able!" she fumed, dropping suddenly her cloak of dignity; "Mr. Carvel"s charity is all that keeps her here."
Then my uncle drew himself up. "Dr. Leiden," says he, "kindly oblige me by leaving my father"s house, and consider your services here at an end.
And Richard," he goes on to me, "send my compliments to Dr. Drake, and request him to come at once."
I was stepping forward to say that I would do nothing of the kind, when the doctor stopped me by a signal, as much as to say that the quarrel was wide enough without me. He stood with his back against the great arched window flooded with the yellow light of the setting sun, a little black figure in high relief, with a face of parchment. And he took a pinch of snuff before he spoke.
"I am here py Mr. Carvel"s orters, sir," said he, "and py tose alone vill I leaf."
And this is how the Chippendale piece was broke, which you, my children, and especially Bess, admire so extravagantly. It stood that day behind the doctor, and my uncle, making a violent move to get by, struck it, and so it fell with a great crash lengthwise on the landing; and the wonderful vases Mr. Carroll had given my grandfather rolled down the stairs and lay crushed at the bottom. Withal he had spoken so quietly, Dr. Leiden possessed a temper drawn from his Teutonic ancestors. With his little face all puckered, he swore so roundly at my uncle in some lingo he had got from his father,--High German or Low German,--I know not what, that Grafton and his wife were glad enough to pick their way amongst the broken bits of gla.s.s and china, to the hall again.
Dr. Leiden shook his fist at their retreating persons, saying that the Sabbath was no day to do murder.
I followed them with the pretence of picking up what was left of the ornaments. What between anger against the doctor and Mrs. Willis, and fright and chagrin at the fall of the Chippendale piece, my aunt was in such a state of nervous flurry that she bade the ashy Scipio call her chairmen, and vowed, in a trembling voice, she would never again enter a house where that low-bred German was to be found. But my Uncle Grafton was of a different nature. He deemed defeat but a postponement of the object he wished to gain, and settled himself in the library with a copy of "Miller on the Distinction of Ranks in Society." He appeared at supper suave as ever, gravely concerned as to his father"s health, which formed the chief topic between us. He gave me to understand that he would take the green room until the old gentleman was past danger. Not a word, mind you, of Dr. Leiden, nor did my uncle express a wish to go into the sick-room, from which even I was forbid. Nay, the next morning he met the doctor in the hall and conversed with him at some length over the case as though nothing had occurred between them.
While my Uncle Grafton was in the house I had opportunity of marking the intimacy which existed between him and the rector of St. Anne"s. The latter swung each evening the m.u.f.fled knocker, and was ushered on tiptoe across the polished floor to the library where my uncle sat in state. It was often after supper before the rector left, and coming in upon them once I found wine between them and empty decanters on the board, and they fell silent as I pa.s.sed the doorway.
Our dear friend Captain Clapsaddle was away when my grandfather fell sick, having been North for three months or more on some business known to few. "Twas generally supposed he went to Ma.s.sachusetts to confer with the patriots of that colony. Hearing the news as he rode into town, he came booted and spurred to Marlboro" Street before going to his lodgings. I ran out to meet him, and he threw his arms about me on the street so that those who were pa.s.sing smiled, for all knew the captain.
And Harvey, who always came to take the captain"s horse, swore that he was glad to see a friend of the family once again. I told the captain very freely of my doings, and showed him the clipping from the Gazette, which made him laugh heartily. But a shade came upon his face when I rehea.r.s.ed the scene we had with my uncle and Mr. Allen in the garden.
"What," says he, "Mr. Carvel hath sent you to Mr. Allen on your uncle"s advice?"
"No," I answered, "to do my uncle justice, he said not a word to Mr.
Carvel about it."
The captain turned the subject. He asked me much concerning the rector and what he taught me, and appeared but ill-pleased at that I had to tell him. But he left me without so much as a word of comment or counsel. For it was a principle with Captain Clapsaddle not to influence in any way the minds of the young, and he would have deemed it unfair to Mr. Carvel had he attempted to win my sympathies to his. Captain Daniel was the first the old gentleman asked to see when visitors were permitted him, and you may be sure the faithful soldier was below stairs waiting for the summons.
I was some three weeks with my new tutor, the rector, before my grandfather"s illness, and went back again as soon as he began to mend.
I was not altogether unhappy, owing to a certain grim pleasure I had in debating with him, which I shall presently relate. There was much to annoy and anger me, too. My cousin Philip was forever carping and criticising my Greek and Latin, and it was impossible not to feel his sneer at my back when I construed. He had pat replies ready to correct me when called upon, and "twas only out of consideration for Mr. Carvel that I kept my hands from him when we were dismissed.
I think the rector disliked Philip in his way as much as did I in mine.
The Reverend Bennett Allen, indeed, might have been a very good fellow had Providence placed him in a different setting; he was one of those whom his Excellency dubbed "fools from necessity." He should have been born with a fortune, though I can think of none he would not have run through in a year or so. But nature had given him aristocratic tastes, with no other means toward their gratification than good looks, convincing ways, and a certain bold, half-defiant manner, which went far with his Lordship and those like him, who thought Mr. Allen excellent good company. With the rector, as with too many others, holy orders were but a means to an end. It was a sealed story what he had been before he came to Governor Sharpe with Baltimore"s directions to give him the best in the colony. But our rakes and wits, and even our solid men, like my grandfather, received him with open arms. He had ever a tale on his tongue"s end tempered to the ear of his listener.
Who had most influenced my way of thinking, Mr. Allen had well demanded.
The gentleman was none other than Mr. Henry Swain, Patty"s father. Of her I shall speak later. He was a rising barrister and man of note among our patriots, and member of the Lower House; a diffident man in public, with dark, soulful eyes, and a wide, white brow, who had declined a nomination to the Congress of "65. At his fireside, unknown to my grandfather and to Mr. Allen, I had learned the true principles of government. Before the House Mr. Swain spoke only under extraordinary emotion, and then he gained every ear. He had been my friend since childhood, but I never knew the meaning and the fire of oratory until curiosity brought me to the gallery of the a.s.sembly chamber in the Stadt House, where the barrister was on his feet at the time. I well remember the tingle in my chest as I looked and listened. And I went again and again, until the House sat behind closed doors.
And so, when Mr. Allen brought forth for my benefit those arguments of the King"s party which were deemed their strength, I would confront him with Mr. Swain"s logic. He had in me a tough subject for conversion.
I was put to very small pains to rout my instructor out of all his positions, because indolence, and lack of interest in the question, and contempt for the Americans, had made him neglect the study of it. And Philip, who entered at first glibly enough at the rector"s side, was soon drawn into depths far beyond him. Many a time was Mr. Allen fain to laugh at his blunders. I doubt not my cousin had the facts straight enough when he rose from the breakfast table at home; but by the time he reached the rectory they were shaken up like so many parts of a puzzle in a bag, and past all straightening.