"Well, yes--stooard. Now, stooard, you"ll keep a good look-out, an"
clap as tight a stopper on yer tongue as may be. I"ve got a little plot in hand, d"ee see, an" I want you to help me with it. Keep your eye in a quiet way on Dr Lawrence and Miss Gray. I"ve taken a fancy that perhaps they may be in love with each other. You just let me have your opinion on that pint after dinner, but have a care that you don"t show what you"re up to, and, whatever you do, don"t be cheeky."
"All right," said the stooard, thrusting both hands into his trouser-pockets; "I"ll do my best."
While these two were slowly wending their way through Kensington Gardens, Emma Gray arrived at the Captain"s villa--California Cottage, he called it--and rang the bell. The gate was opened by Netta White, who, although not much bigger than when first introduced to the reader, was incomparably more beautiful and smart. Mrs Stoutley had reason to be proud of her.
"I did not know that _you_ were to be here, Netta?" said Emma, in surprise, as she entered.
"It was a very sudden call, Miss," said Netta, with a smile. "Captain Wopper wrote a note to me, begging me to ask Mrs Stoutley to be so good as lend me to him for a day to help at his house-warming. Here is the letter, Miss."
Emma laughed as she glanced carelessly at the epistle, but became suddenly grave, turned white, then red, and, s.n.a.t.c.hing the letter from the girl"s hand, gazed at it intently.
"La! Miss, is anything wrong?"
"May I keep this?" asked Emma.
"Certainly, Miss, if you wish it."
Before she could say anything more, they were interrupted by the entrance of Dr Lawrence. With a surprised look and smile he said--
"I have been invited to dine with our friend Captain Wopper, but did not antic.i.p.ate the pleasure of meeting Miss Gray here."
Emma explained that she also had been invited to dine with the Captain, along with her mother and brother, but had supposed that that was all the party, as he, the Captain, had mentioned no one else, and had been particular in begging her to come an hour before the time, for the purpose of going over his new villa with him, and giving him her private opinion of it.
"I am punctual," she added, consulting her watch; "it is just four o"clock."
"Four! Then what is the dinner hour?"
"Five," answered Emma.
"The Captain"s wits must have been wool-gathering," rejoined Lawrence, with a laugh. "He told me to come punctually at four. However, I rejoice in the mistake, as it gives me the great pleasure of a.s.sisting you to form an unprejudiced opinion of the merits of the new villa.
Shall we begin with an exploration of the garden?"
Emma had no cause to blush at such an innocent proposal, nevertheless a richer colour than usual mantled on her modest little face as she fell in with the Doctor"s humour and stepped out into the small piece of ground behind the house.
It was of very limited extent and, although not surrounded too closely by other villas, was nevertheless thoroughly overlooked by them, so that seclusion in that garden was impossible. Recognising this fact, a former proprietor had erected at the lower end of the garden a bower so contrived that its interior was invisible from all points except one, and that was a side door to the garden which opened on a little pa.s.sage by which coals, milk, meat, and similar substances were conveyed from the front to the rear of the house.
Dr Lawrence and Emma walked round and round the garden very slowly, conversing earnestly. Strange to say, they quite forgot the object which had taken them there. Their talk was solely of Switzerland. As it continued, the Doctor"s voice deepened in tones and interest, and his fair companion"s cheek deepened in colour. Suddenly they turned into the bower. As they did so, Gillie White chanced to appear at the garden door above referred to, which stood ajar. The spider"s countenance was a speaking one. During the five minutes which it appeared in the doorway, it, and the body belonging to it, became powerfully eloquent.
It might have conveyed to one"s mind, as it were, a series of _tableaux vivants_. Gillie"s first look was as if he had been struck dumb with amazement (that was Lawrence suddenly seizing one of Emma"s hands in both of his and looking intently into her face). Then Gillie"s look of amazement gave place to one of intense, quite touching--we might almost say sympathetic--anxiety as he placed a hand on each knee and stooped (that was the Doctor"s right hand stealing round Emma"s waist, and Emma shrinking from him with averted face). The urchin"s visage suddenly lighted up with a blaze of triumph, and he seized his cap as if about to cheer (that was the Doctor"s superior strength prevailing, and Emma"s head, now turned the other way, laid on his shoulder). All at once Gillie went into quiet convulsions, grinned from ear to ear, doubled himself up, slapped his thigh inaudibly--_a la_ Captain Wopper--and otherwise behaved like an outrageous, yet self-restrained, maniac (that was--well, we have no right to say what _that_ was). As a faithful chronicler, however, we must report that one-half minute later the stooard found Captain Wopper in the villa drawing-room, and there stated to him that it was "hall right; that he didn"t need for to perplex hisself about Doctor Lawrence and Miss Hemma Gray, for that they was as good as spliced already, having been seen by him, Gillie, in the bower at the end of the garding a-blushin" and a--" Here the spider stopped short and went into another fit of convulsions--this time unrestrained.
Is it necessary to say that Captain Wopper sat at the foot of his own table that day--Mrs Stoutley being at the head--with his rugged visage radiant and his powerful voice explosive; that he told innumerable sea-stories without point, and laughed at them without propriety; that, in the excess of his hilarity, he drank a mysterious toast to the success of all sorts of engagements, present and future; that he called Mrs Stoutley (in joke) sister, and Emma and Lewis (also in joke) niece and neffy; that he called Doctor Lawrence neffy, too, with a pointedness and a sense of its being the richest possible joke, that covered with confusion the affianced pair; and with surprise the rest of the company; that he kicked the stooard amicably out of the room for indulging in explosions of laughter behind his chair, and recommending him, the Captain, to go it strong, and to clap on sail till he should tear the mast out of "er, or git blowed on his beam-ends; that the stooard returned unabashed to repeat the offence unreproved; that towards the end, the Captain began a long-winded graphic story which served to show how his good friend and chum Willum Stout in Callyforny had commissioned him to buy and furnish a villa for the purpose of presenting it to a certain young lady in token of his grat.i.tood to her for bein" such a good and faithful correspondent to him, Willum, while he was in furrin"
parts; also, how he was commissioned to buy and furnish another villa and present it to a certain doctor whose father had saved him from drownin" long long ago, he would not say _how_ long ago; and how that this villa, in which they was feedin", was one of the said villas, and that he found it quite unnecessary to spend any more of Willum"s hard-earned gains in the purchase of the other villa, owing to circ.u.mstances which had took place in a certain bower that very day! Is it necessary, we again ask, to detail all this? We think not; therefore, we won"t.
When reference was made to the bower, Emma could stand, or sit, it no longer. She rose hastily and ran blushing into the garden. Captain Wopper uttered a thunderous laugh, rose and ran after her. He found her in the bower with her face in her hands, and sat down beside her.
"Captain Wopper," she suddenly exclaimed, looking up and drawing a note from her pocket, "do you know this?"
"Yes, duckie," (the Captain was quite reckless now), "it"s my last billy-doo to Netta White. I never was good at pot-hooks and hangers."
"And do you know _this_ letter?" said Emma, holding up to the seaman"s eyes her uncle William"s last letter to herself.
The Captain looked surprised, then became suddenly red and confused.
"W"y--ye-es, it"s Willum"s, ain"t it?"
"The same pot-hooks and hangers _precisely_!" said Emma, "are they not?
Oh!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms round the Captain"s neck and kissing him, "uncle William, how _could_ you deceive us so?"
The Captain, to use his own expressions, was taken aback--fairly brought up all standin".
It had never occurred to his innocent mind that he should commit himself so simply. He felt an unconquerable objection to expressions of grat.i.tude, and perceiving, with deep foresight that such were impending, his first impulse was to rise and fly, but Emma"s kiss made him change his mind. He returned it in kind but not in degree, for it caused the bower to resound as with a pistol shot.
"Oh! wot a cracker, ain"t it just? you"re a nice man, ain"t you, to go poachin" on other fellers--"
The Captain seized his opportunity, he broke from Emma and dashed wildly at the spider, who incontinently fled down the conduit for coals, cheering with the fury of a victorious Ashantee chief!
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
THE LAST.
Humbly confessing to Emma Gray that he had no talent whatever for plotting, Captain Wopper went off with a deprecatory expression of countenance to reveal himself to Mrs Roby. Great was his anxiety. He entered her presence like a guilty thing. If, however, his anxiety was great, his surprise and consternation were greater when she received his revelation with tears, and for some time refused to be comforted!
The workings of the human mind are wonderful. Sometimes they are, as the Captain said, bamboozling. If a.n.a.lysed it might have been discovered that, apart altogether from the shock of unexpectedness and the strain on her credulity, poor Mrs Roby suffered--without clearly understanding it--from a double loss. She had learned to love Captain Wopper for his own sake, and now Captain Wopper was lost to her in William Stout! On the other hand William, her darling, her smooth-faced chubby boy, was lost to her for ever in the hairy savage Captain Wopper!
It was perplexing as well as heart-rending. Captain Wopper was gone, because, properly, there was no such being in existence. William Stout was gone because he would never write to her any more, and could never more return to her from California!
It was of no use that the Captain expressed the deepest contrition for the deception he had practised, urging that he had done it "for the best;" the old woman only wept the more; but when, in desperation, the Captain hauled taut the sheets of his intellect, got well to wind"ard of the old "ooman an" gave her a broadside of philosophy, he was more successful.
"Mother," he said, earnestly, "you don"t feel easy under this breeze, "cause why? you"re entirely on the wrong tack. Ready about now, an" see what a change it"ll make. Look "ee here. You"ve _gained_ us both instead of lost us both. Here am I, Willum Stout yours to command, a trifle stouter, it may be, and hairier than I once was, not to say older, but by a long chalk better able to love the old girl who took me in, an" befriended me when I was a reg"lar castaway, with dirty weather brewin", an" the rocks o" dest.i.tootion close under my lee; and who"ll never forget your kindness, no never, so long as two timbers of the old hulk hold together. Well then, that"s the view over the starboard bulwarks. Cast your eyes over to port now. Here am I, Captain Wopper, also yours to command, strong as a horse, as fond o" you as if you was my own mother, an" resolved to stick by you through thick and thin to the last. So you see, you"ve got us both--Willum an" me--me an" Willum, both of us lovin" you like blazes an" lookin" arter you like dootiful sons. A double tide of affection, so to speak, flowin" like strong double-stout from the beer barrel out of which you originally drew me, if I may say so. Ain"t you convinced?"
Mrs Roby _was_ convinced. She gave in, and lived for many years afterwards in the full enjoyment of the double blessing which had thus fallen to her lot in the evening of her days.
And here, good reader, we might close our tale; but we cannot do so without a few parting words in reference to the various friends in whose company we have travelled so long.
Of course it is unnecessary to say, (especially to our lady readers, who were no doubt quite aware of it from the beginning), that Lawrence and Emma, Lewis and Nita, were, in the course of time, duly married. The love of their respective wives for each other induced the husbands not only to dwell in adjoining villas, but to enter into a medical co-partnery, in the prosecution of which they became professionally the deities, and, privately, the adored of a large population of invalids-- with their more or less healthy friends--in the salubrious neighbourhood of Kensington. To go about "doing good" was the business, and became the second nature, of the young doctors. It was long a matter of great surprise to not a few of their friends that though Lawrence and Lewis neither smoked nor drank, they were uncommonly healthy and apparently happy! Some caustic spirits a.s.serted that they were sure budding wings were to be found on the shoulders of the two doctors, but we are warranted in a.s.serting, on the best authority, that on a strict examination, nothing of the kind was discovered. Need we say that Emma and Nita were pattern wives? Of course not, therefore we won"t say it.
Our reticence on this point will no doubt be acceptable to those who, being themselves naughty, don"t believe in or admire "patterns," even though these be of "heavenly things." It is astonishing, though, what an effect their so-called "perfection" had in tightening the bonds of matrimony. Furthermore, they had immense families of sons and daughters, insomuch that it became necessary to lengthen their cords and strengthen their stakes, and "Calyforny Villa" became a mere band-box compared to the mansions which they ultimately called "home."
Mrs Stoutley having managed to get entirely out of _herself_--chiefly by means of the Bible and the London gold-fields and moraines--became so amiable and so unlike her former self, and, withal, so healthy and cheery, that the two great families of Stoutley and Lawrence went to war for possession of her.
The feud at last threatened to become chronic, and was usually carried to an excess of virulence about Christmas and New Year time. In order, therefore, to the establishment of peace, Mrs Stoutley agreed to live one-half of the year with Lewis, and the other half with Lawrence--Lewis to have the larger half as a matter of course; but she retained her cottage in Notting Hill and her maid Netta White, with the right to retire at any moment, when the exigencies of the gold-fields or the moraines demanded special attention; or when the excess of juvenile life in the mansions before mentioned became too much for her. On these occasions of retirement which, to say truth, were not very frequent, she was accompanied by Netta White--for Netta loved her mistress and clave to her as Ruth to Naomi. Being a native of the "fields," she was an able and sympathetic guide and adviser at all times, and nothing pleased Netta better than a visit to Grubb"s Court, for there she saw the blessed fruit of diamond and gold digging ill.u.s.trated in the person of her own reformed father and happy mother, who had removed from their former damp rooms on the ground floor to the more salubrious apartments among the chimney pots, which had been erected on the site of the "cabin" after "the fire." Directly below them, in somewhat more pretentious apartments, shone another rescued diamond in the person of Fred Leven. He was now the support and comfort of his old mother as well as of a pretty little young woman who had loved him even while he was a drunkard, and who, had it been otherwise decreed, would have gone on loving him and mourning over him and praying for him till he was dead. In her case, however, the mourning had been turned into joy.
In process of time Gillie White, _alias_ the spider, became a st.u.r.dy, square-set, active little man, and was promoted to the position of coachman in the family of Lewis Stoutley. Susan Quick served in the same family in the capacity of nurse for many years, and, being naturally thrown much into the society of the young coachman, was finally induced to cement the friendship which had begun in Switzerland by a wedding. This wedding, Gillie often declared to Susan, with much earnestness, was the "stunninest ewent that had ever occurred to him in his private capacity as a man."
There is a proverb which a.s.serts that "it never rains but it pours."
This proverb was verified in the experience of the various personages of our tale, for soon after the tide of fortune had turned in their favour, the first showers of success swelled into absolute cataracts of prosperity. Among other things, the Gowrong mines suddenly went right.
Mrs Stoutley"s former man of business, Mr Temple, called one day, and informed her that her shares in that splendid undertaking had been purchased, on her behalf, by a friend who had faith in the ultimate success of the mines; that the friend forbade the mention of his name; and that he, Mr Temple, had called to pay her her dividends, and to congratulate her on her recovery of health and fortune. Dr Tough--who, when his services were no longer required, owing to the absence of illness, had continued his visits as a jovial friend--chanced to call at the same time with Mr Temple, and added his congratulations to those of the man of business, observing, with enthusiasm, that the air of the Swiss mountains, mixed in equal parts with that of the London diamond-fields, would cure any disease under the sun. His former patient heartily agreed with him, but said that the medicine in question was not a mere mixture but a chemical compound, containing an element higher than the mountains and deeper than the diamond-fields, without which the cure would certainly not have been effected.
Need we say that Captain Wopper stuck to Mrs Roby and the "new cabin"