"But Sir Hugh Mackintosh is such a charming man," said Lady Cleveden, "and always asks us to stay with him when we"re in Scotland."
"Yes, but we never are," Lonsdale pointed out. "And I"m sorry to hurt your feelings, mother, about a relation of yours, but Mackintosh is really absolutely impossible. He"s the very worst type of Harrovian."
Michael felt bound to support his friend by pointing out that Mackintosh was so eccentric as to dislike entertainment of any kind, and urged a theory that even if he had been asked, he would certainly have declined rather offensively.
"He"s not a very bonh.o.m.ous lad," said Lonsdale, and with that sentence banished Mackintosh for ever from human society.
After lunch the host supposed in a whisper to Michael that they ought to take his people out in a punt. Michael nodded agreement, and weighed down by cushions the party walked through the college to where the pleasure craft of St. Mary"s bobbed at their moorings.
Lonsdale on the river possessed essentially the grand manner, and his sister who had been ready to laugh at him gently was awed into respectful admiration. Even Lord Cleveden seemed inclined to excuse himself, if ever in one of the comprehensive and majestic indications of his opinion he disturbed however slightly the equilibrium of the punt.
Lonsdale stood up in the stern and handled the ungainly pole with the air of a Surbiton expert. His tendency toward an early rotundity was no longer noticeable. His pink and cheerful face a.s.sumed a grave superciliousness of expression that struck with apologetic dismay the navigators who impeded his progress. Round his waist the rich hues of the Eton Ramblers glowed superbly.
"Thank you, sir. Do you mind letting me through, sir? Some of these toshers ought not to be trusted with a punt of their own." This comment was for Michael and uttered in a voice of most laryngeal scorn so audible that the party of New College men involved reddened with dull fury. "Try and get along, please, sir. You"re holding up the whole river, sir. I say, Michael, this is an absolute novices" compet.i.tion."
After an hour of this slow progress Lonsdale decided they must go back to college for tea, an operation which required every resource of sangfroid to execute successfully. When he had landed his father and mother and sister, he announced that they must all be quick over tea and then buzz off at once to see the first division row.
"I think we shall go head to-night," Lonsdale predicted very confidentially. "I told Tommy Grainger he rowed like a caterpillar yesterday."
But after all it was not to be the joyful privilege of Lonsdale"s people to see St. Mary"s b.u.mp New College in front of their own barge, and afterward to behold the victorious boat row past in triumph with the westering sun making glow more richly scarlet the c.o.x"s blazer and shine more strangely beautiful the three white lilies in his b.u.t.tonhole.
"Now you"ve just got time to catch your train," said Lonsdale, when the sound of the last pistol-shots and plaudits had died away. And "Phew!"
he sighed, as he and Michael walked slowly down the station-hall, "how frightfully tiring one"s people are when imported in bulk!"
Eights Week came to an end with the scarlet and lilies still second; and without the heartening effect of a b.u.mp-supper the candidates for Pa.s.s Mods applied themselves violently to the matter in hand. At the end of the examination, which was characterized by Lonsdale as one of the most low-down exhibitions of in-fighting he had ever witnessed, the candidates had still a week of idleness to recover from the dastardly blows they had received below their intellectual belts.
It was the time of the midsummer moon; and the freshmen in this the last week of their state celebrated the beauty of the season with a good deal of midsummer madness. Bonfires were lit for the slightest justification, and rowdy suppers were eaten in college after they had stayed on the river until midnight, rowdy suppers that demanded a great expense of energy before going to bed, in order perhaps to stave off indigestion.
On one of these merry nights toward one o"clock somebody suggested that the hour was a suitable one for the ragging of a certain Smithers who had made himself obnoxious to the modish majority not from any overt act of contumely, but for his general bearing and plebeian origin. This derided Smithers lived on the ground floor of the Palladian fragment known as New Quad. The back of New Quad looked out on the deer-park, and it was unanimously resolved to invade his rooms from the window, so that surprise and alarm would strike at the heart of Smithers.
Half a dozen freshmen--Avery, Lonsdale, Grainger, Cuffe, Sinclair, and Michael--all rendered insensitive to the emotions of other people by the amount of champagne they had drunk, set out to harry Smithers. Michael alone possibly had a personal slight to repay, since Smithers had been one of the freshmen who had sn.i.g.g.e.red at his momentary mortification in the rooms of Carben, the Rugby secretary, during his first week. The others were more vaguely injured by Smithers" hitherto undisturbed existence. Avery disliked his face: Lonsdale took exception to his accent: Grainger wanted to see what he looked like: Cuffe was determined to be offensive to somebody: and Sinclair was anxious to follow the fashion.
Not even the magic of the moonlit park deterred these social avengers from their vendetta. They moved silently indeed over the filmy gra.s.s and paused to hearken when in the distance the deer stampeded in alarm before their progress, but the fixed idea of Smithers" reformation kept them to their project, and perhaps only Michael felt a slight sense of guilt in profaning this fairy calm with what he admitted to himself might very easily be regarded as a piece of stupid cruelty. Outside Smithers" open window they all stopped; then after hoisting the first man onto the dewy sill, one by one they climbed noiselessly into the sitting-room of the offensive Smithers. Somebody turned on the electric light, and they all stood half-abashed, surveying one another in the crude glare that in contrast with the velvet depths and silver shadows of the woodland they had traversed seemed to illuminate for one moment an unworthy impulse in every heart.
The invaders looked round in surprise at the photographs of what were evidently Smithers" people, photographs like the groups in the parlors of country inns or the tender decorations of a housemaid"s mantelpiece.
"I say, look at that fringe," gurgled Avery, and forthwith he and Lonsdale collapsed on the sofa in a paroxysm of strangled mirth.
Michael, as he gradually took in the features of Smithers" room, began to feel very much ashamed of himself. He recognized the poverty that stood in the background of this splendid "college career" of Percy or Clarence or whatever other name of feudal magnificence had been awarded to counterbalance "Smithers." No doubt the champagne in gradual reaction was over-charging him with sentiment, but observing in turn each tribute from home that adorned with a pathetic utility this bleak room dedicated for generations to poor scholars, Michael felt very much inclined to detach himself from the personal ragging of Smithers and go to bed. What seemed to him in this changed mood so particularly sad was that on the evidence of his books Smithers was not sustained by the ascetic glories of learning for the sake of learning. He was evidently no cla.s.sical scholar with a future of such dignity as would compensate for the sc.r.a.ping and paring of the past. To judge by his books, he was at St.
Mary"s to ward off the criticism of outraged Radicals by competing on behalf of the college and the university in scientific knowledge with newer foundations like Manchester or Birmingham. Smithers was merely an advertis.e.m.e.nt of Oxford"s democratic philanthropy, and would only gain from his university a rather inferior training in chemistry at a considerably greater personal cost but with nothing else that Oxford could and did give so prodigally to others more fortunately born.
At this point in Michael"s meditations Smithers woke up, and from the bedroom came a demand in startled c.o.c.kney to know who was there. The reformers were just thinking about their reply, when Smithers, in a long nightgown and heavy-eyed with sleep, appeared in the doorway between his two rooms.
"Well, I"m jiggered!" he gasped. "What are you fellers doing in my sitting-room?"
It happened that Cuffe at this moment chose to take down from the wall what was probably an enlarged portrait of Smithers" mother in order to examine it more closely. The son, supposing he meant to play some trick with it, sprang across the room, s.n.a.t.c.hed it from Cuffe"s grasp, and shouting an objurgation of his native Hackney or Bermondsey, fled through the open window into the deer-park.
Cuffe"s expression of dismay was so absurd that everybody laughed very heartily; and the outburst of laughter turned away their thoughts from damaging Smithers" humble property and even from annoying any more Smithers himself with proposals for his reformation.
"I say, we can"t let that poor devil run about all night in the park with that picture," said Grainger. "Let"s catch him and explain we got into his rooms by mistake."
"I hope he won"t throw himself into the river or anything," murmured Sinclair anxious not to be involved in any affair that might spoil his reputation for enjoying every rag without the least reproach ever lighting upon him personally.
"I say, for goodness" sake, let"s catch him," begged Michael, who had visions of being sent to explain to a weeping mother in a mean street that her son had died in defending her enlargement.
Out into the moon-washed park the pursuers tumbled, and through its verdurous deeps of giant elms they hurried in search of the outlaw.
"It"s like a scene in The Merry Wives of Windsor," Michael said to Avery, and as he spoke he caught a glimpse of the white-robed Smithers, running like a young druid across a glade where the moonlight was undimmed by boughs.
He called to Smithers to go back to his rooms, but whether he went at once or huddled in some hollow tree half the night Michael never knew, for by this time the unwonted stampeding of the deer and the sound of voices in the Fellows" sacred pleasure-ground had roused the Dean, who supported by the nocturnal force of the college servants was advancing against the six disturbers of the summer night. The next hour was an entrancing time of hot pursuit and swift evasion, of crackling dead branches and sudden falls in lush gra.s.s, of stealthy procedure round tree-trunks, and finally of scaling a high wall, dropping heavily down into the rose-beds of the Warden"s garden and by one supreme effort of endurance going to ground in St. Cuthbert"s quad.
"By Jove, that was a topping rag," puffed Lonsdale, as he filled six gla.s.ses with welcome drink. "I think old Shadbolt recognized me. He said: "It"s no use you putting your coat over your "ead, sir, because I knows you by your gait.""
"I wonder what happened to Smithers," said Michael.
"d.a.m.ned good thing if he fell into the Cher," Avery a.s.serted. "I don"t know why on earth they want to have a bounder like that at St. Mary"s."
"A bounder like what?" asked Castleton, who had sloped into the room during Avery"s expression of opinion.
Castleton was greeted with much fervor, and a disjointed account of the evening"s rag was provided for his entertainment.
"But why don"t you let that poor devil alone?" demanded the listener.
At this time of night n.o.body was able to adduce any very conclusive reason against letting Smithers alone, although Maurice Avery insisted that men like him were very bad for the college.
Dawn was breaking when Michael strolled round Cloisters with Castleton, determined to probe through the medium of Castleton"s common sense and Wykehamist notions the ethical and aesthetic rights of people like Smithers to obtain the education Oxford was held to bestow impartially.
"After all, Oxford wasn"t founded to provide an expensive three years of idleness for the purpose of giving a social cachet to people like Cuffe," Castleton pointed out.
"No, no," Michael agreed, "but no inst.i.tution has ever yet remained true to the principles of its founder. The Franciscans, for instance, or Christianity itself. The point surely is not whether it has evolved into something inherently worthless, but whether, however much it may have departed from original intentions, it still serves a useful purpose in the scheme of social order."
"Oh, I"m not grumbling at what Oxford is," Castleton went on. "I simply suggest that the Smitherses have the right, being in a small minority, to demand courtesy from the majority, and, after all, Oxford is serving no purpose at all, if she cannot foster good manners in people who are supposed to be born with a natural tendency toward good manners. I should be the first to regret an Oxford with the Smitherses in the majority, but I think that those Smitherses who have fought their way in with considerable difficulty should not go down with the sense of hatred which that poor solitary creature must surely feel against all of us."
Michael asked Castleton if he had ever talked to him.
"No, I"m afraid I haven"t. I"m afraid I"m too lazy to do much more than deplore theoretically these outbursts of rowdy superiority. Now, as I"m beginning to talk almost as priggishly as a new sub-editor of The Spectator might talk, to bed."
The birds were singing, as Michael walked back from escorting Castleton to his rooms. St. Mary"s tower against the sky opening like a flower seemed to express for him a sudden aspiration of all life toward immortal beauty. In this delicate hour of daybreak all social distinctions, all prejudices and vulgarities became the base and clogging memories of the night before. He felt a sudden guilt in beholding this tranquil college under this tranquil dawn. It seemed, spread out for his solitary vision, too incommunicable a delight. And suddenly it struck him that perhaps Smithers might be standing outside the gate of this dream city, that he, too, might wish to salute the sunrise. He blushed with shame at the thought that he had been of those who rushed to drive him away from his contemplation.
Straightway when Michael reached his own door, he sat down and wrote to invite Smithers to his third terminal dinner, never pausing to reflect that so overwhelming an hospitality after such discourtesy might embarra.s.s Smithers more than ever. Yet, after he had worried himself with this reflection when the invitation had been accepted, he fancied that Smithers sitting on his right hand next to Guy Hazlewood more charming than Michael had ever known him, seemed to enjoy the experience, and triumphantly he told himself that contrary to the doctrine of cynics quixotry was a very effective device.
CHAPTER VI
GRAY AND BLUE