"My bed-time is ten; I haven"t made an exception for years; but I shall certainly sit up for him; if you"ll play cribbage with me to keep me awake. We dine at eight. You know your room?"
A servant entered.
"Please, m"m, there"s a man asking for Mr. Charley."
"Who is he, Betts?"
"A stranger to me, m"m. His name is Barton, and he"s a farmer sort of man."
"Did you tell him that Mr. Charley is not at home?"
"Yes, m"m. He said he"d wait."
"Tell him that Mr. Charley will not be in till eleven. He had better call again."
The servant returned in a minute or two.
"Please, m"m, the man says he don"t mind waiting. He has come miles special to see Mr. Charley, and he says he won"t be put off. He seems a bit put out, m"m."
"I"ll go and see him, Mother," said Kate. "It may be important."
"Perhaps Mr. Barracombe will go with you, my dear. The man may be intoxicated."
Kate and Mr. Barracombe proceeded to the hall, where stood a man in rough country garments, his calves encased in brown leather leggins.
"You wish to see my brother?" said Kate.
"I do so, if Mr. Charles Thusidger Smith, R.N., be your brother, miss.
He give me this card wi"s name prented on it, and vowed and declared he"d send me a cheque as soon as he got my bill for the damage he done. "Tis a week come Sat.u.r.day since I sent my bill, and daze me if I"ve got a cheque or even had any answer. That"s not fair dealing; it bean"t proper; that"s what _I_ say."
Mr. Barracombe"s eyes twinkled. He glanced at Kate, and said--
"Your name is B-B--"
"Barton, sir; Firtop Farm, Mottisfont."
"What is this b-b-bill for d-d-damages you speak of?"
"Why, sir, "twas like this. Last Thursday night as was, I was just a-strippin" off my coat to go to bed when I heard a randy of a noise out-along, and my dogs set up a-barkin", and goin" to look, there was a airyplane had shoved hisself into my hayrick, and a young feller a-splutterin" and hollerin", and usin" all manner of heathen language to my dog. He cooled down arter a bit, when I"d spoke to him pretty straight, axin" who"d pay for the mess he"d made, and he went down-along to village, sayin" he"d take a bed there for hisself and his man, and pay me what was fair. Drown me if he wasn"t back in half-an-hour, all of a heat, tellin" me in a commandin" way--being an officer by what he said--to pull down my fence and help him hoist that airyplane on to the road. I wouldn"t stir a finger till he"d promised faithful to pay, not me; then we worked me and some labourin" men he brought, till we was all of a sweat, and we got the dratted thing out, and off she went, whizzin" and buzzin" in a way I never did see. Come mornin" I took a look at things, and there was half my hay not worth a cuss for horse or a.s.s, and thirty feet of fence fit for nowt but firewood. "Send in your bill," says he, and send it I did, and neither song nor sixpence have I got for it. Thinks I, I"ll go and see if he give me a right name and address, and a mighty moil "twas to find the place, and no train back till mornin", and my wife don"t know where I be."
"Very annoying. What"s the amount of your b-b-bill?"
"Here it be. Cast your eye on it, sir. I ain"t overcharged a penny."
He handed Mr. Barracombe a soiled paper folded many times--"To damage to hay, repairing fence, and cleaning up, __4 2_s_ 4-1/2_d_."
"What"s the ha"penny?" asked Mr. Barracombe.
"I never thowt there"d be any question of a ha"penny, drown me if I did. The ha"penny be for the ball of twine we used to get fence straight. I didn"t want it set up all crissmacross, mind "ee, and you have to draw a line same as when you"re plantin" "taties."
"Well, Mr. B-B-Barton, I"m sorry Mr. Smith isn"t at home, but the f-fact is he"s been for a voyage round the world, and won"t be home till eleven."
"That"s a good "un. Round the world! Why, I tell "ee this was only a se"nnight ago. I seed him myself. He couldn"t get a half nor a quarter round the world in the time. My son Jock be a sailor, and he don"t do it under six months. That won"t wash with Isaac Barton. No, no, if he"ll be home at eleven he hain"t been round the world. Anyway, I"ll bide till he comes. I dussn"t show my face to home without __4 2_s._ 4-1/2_d._, railway fare extry."
"If that"s the case I"d b-better p-p-pay you myself. Mr. Smith will settle with me. Here"s a f-f-five-pound note: that will pay your b-b-bill and your f-fare, and leave something over for a b-bed in the village if you can"t get home to-night."
"Well now, that"s handsome, be dazed if it hain"t."
"Just receipt your bill, w-will you? By the b-bye, Mr. Smith didn"t pay you anything on account?"
"I won"t tell a lie. He did. He give me a pound, but that don"t come in the reckonin". Hay was __3, wood fifteen shillin", men"s time __1, beer two shillin", odds and ends five shillin", nails four-pence, twine a ha"penny, makin" __5, 2_s._ 4-1/2_d._ I"ve a-took off __1, leavin" __4 2_s_. 4-1/2_d._"
"Very well. Here"s a s-stamp."
The farmer receipted the bill.
"Thank"ee, sir." He cleared his throat, "If I med make so bold, sir, meanin" no offence--"
"What n-now?"
"Why, sir, speakin" in my simple common way, I never hears a body stutter in his talk but I think of my brother Sam and how he cured hisself. He was a terrible bad stutterer in his young days, he was, nearly bustin" hisself tryin" to get it out, poor soul. But a clever parson chap learned him how to cure hisself, and if I med make so bold, I"ll tell "ee how "twas done."
"I shall be d-delighted."
"Well, this parson chap--ah! he was a clever feller, everywhere except in the pulpit--he said to my brother, "Sam," says he--he always talked in that homely way--"Sam, poor feller, I"ll tell "ee what the bishop told me when I stuttered so bad I couldn"t say "Dearly beloved brethren" without bub--bub--bubbing awful. "Say the bub--bub--bub inside yerself," says he, "and then you can stutter as long as you like without a soul knowin" it. My brother Sam thowt "a med as well give it a trial, and he did, and bless "ee, in a week he could talk as straightforward as the Prime Minister, and no one "ud ever know what a terrible lot of b"s and m"s and other plaguey letters he swallered.
Try it, sir; say "Baby mustn"t bother mummy" that way ten times every morning afore breakfast, and "Pepper-pots and mustard plasters" afore goin" to bed, and I lay you"ll get over it as quick as my brother Sam. Good-night, sir and miss, and thank "ee."
"Why _do_ you pretend so?" said Kate, laughing, when the door was shut.
"My dear Kate, I have stuttered for pleasure and profit ever since I discovered the efficacy of it at school. When I didn"t know my lesson one day I put on a stammer, and my bub--bub--bubbing, as the farmer calls it, made the master so uncomfortable that, ever afterwards, at the first sign of it he pa.s.sed me over. That"s why I"m such a fool to-day."
"You"re incorrigible. Come, it"s time to dress for dinner."
The time between dinner and eleven pa.s.sed all too slowly. Mrs. Smith and Barracombe played cribbage; Kate was restless, opening a book, laying it down, touching the piano, going to the window and peering out into the dark.
"Why are you so restless to-night, Kate?" asked her mother. "One would think that Charley had been away for months instead of a week."
"Ah, but you see, Mother, he hasn"t--"
"Hasn"t what--Fifteen two, fifteen four--Well, Kate?"
"Has never been quite so late home on his last night of leave, has he, Mother?"
"That is true--one for his n.o.b. I really think they ought to make him a captain, for he seems to be an exceedingly useful officer. He went away last Thursday, as I understood, on some business connected with a wreck. I do hope none of the poor men were drowned. I often think of my husband, Mr. Barracombe, on the other side of the world, going about among those dreadful coral reefs, and I wish he would retire and live safely at home. I could never understand what he finds interesting in bits of stone and things of that sort, but of course he is a very distinguished man."
So the good lady prattled on, placidly unconscious of her nearness to the border-line between comedy and tragedy.
The clock struck eleven.