When Bolton"s friends next heard of him, he was living in a remote district of H----shire, on an income necessarily very small; for it could have been scarcely more than the proceeds of his curacy; and curacies in that part of the country were then but a wretched provision for any man--especially for one accustomed as he had been to good living and good society. However, he was not much troubled with the latter in his present position; not to speak of the fact that his nearest conversible neighbour lived seven miles off. Wherever parsons are mostly poor, and many of them ill-educated, they are not thought much of, either by farmers or gentlemen. And as it did not suit Harry"s tastes to enjoy his pipe and pot in the society of the first, as his predecessor had done with much contentment, nor yet to wait for the arrival of the one landed proprietor in the parish before he commenced the morning service, he was voted by the overseers and churchwardens to be "mighty set up," and by the squire to be "a d--d unmannerly fellow." Both, indeed, soon found out that they were wrong; and the farmers had the grace to confess it, and came, in course of time, to believe it possible for a curate to be a gentleman without being proud, and that it was at least as well for him to be visiting the sick and poor, and overlooking the parish school, and able to give a little good advice to themselves in matters of difficulty, as to be boosing in their company at the Crown and Thistle. And, in course of time, those rough but honest people came to respect him almost as much perhaps, in their way, as his more enlightened neighbours had done in his former position. It must have been a great change, however, to a man like Bolton, used to good society, fond of it, and readily welcomed in it, as he had always been.
No doubt he felt it; yet he declared that, after the first few weeks, he never was happier in his life. His gun was given up, as an indulgence too expensive, but there was excellent trout-fishing for miles on both sides of his cottage; and, though a sport to which he had no great liking in his earlier days, he now took to it vigorously as the only amus.e.m.e.nt at hand, and became no unworthy disciple of honest Isaac. The worst effect of this new life of isolation was, that he became somewhat negligent in his habits; took to smoking a great deal, and made his tobacconist"s account a good deal longer than his tailor"s. He had still many old friends and connections at a distance, with whom he might have spent half the year if he had pleased; but, in his first pique with the world in general, he had fixed himself purposely as far out of their reach as possible; travelling was expensive (railways as yet were not); a.s.sistance in his clerical duties was not easily obtained; and so, partly from choice, and partly from necessity, his new life became one of almost utter isolation.
Of course there were occasions when he found it necessary to visit the neighbouring market-town--if it could be called neighbouring when it was twelve miles off. The main road lay about a mile from Harry"s little cottage, and a coach, pa.s.sing daily, would usually deposit him safely in the High Street in the course of the forenoon--allowing an hour for waiting for it at the crossing (it was always after its time), and about two more, if the roads were not unusually heavy, for getting over the distance. It was not a very luxurious style of travelling; and Harry often preferred to walk in one day, and return the next. It was on one of these rare visits that a soaking rain discouraged him from setting out for home on foot, and give the Regulator the unusually full complement of one inside and one outside pa.s.senger. On the box was our friend Harry, inside a rather precise-looking personage, whose costume, as far as a large cloak allowed it to be seen, looked somewhat more clerical than the Curate"s, the latter being clad in a smart upper benjamin of the landlord"s of the Swan, finished round the throat with a very gay shawl of his daughter"s, both forced upon him in consideration of the weather; for Harry, though by no means a frequent, was a highly favoured guest, and they would sooner have kept him in No. 1 for a week gratis, than have allowed him to turn out in the rain without due protection.
Slower than usual that day was the Regulator"s progress through the mud and against the wind, and briefer than usual its driver"s replies to Harry"s good-humoured attempts at conversation.
"Whom have we inside, do you know, Haines?"
"Well, I reckon it"s what you"d call a hopposition coach like," grunted out Joe Haines.
"Eh? I don"t exactly understand."
"Why, I mean a Methodist bishop, or summat o" that sort. You see there was a great opening of the Independent College here o" Tuesday, and there was a lot o" them gentry about the town, looking too good to live.
I druv" five on "em down yesterday, and they gev" me a shilling and a fourpenny amongst the whole lot. Oh! I loves them sort, don"t I just?"
and Joe gave his near wheeler a cut, ill.u.s.trative of his affection. It was a longer speech than he had made all the way, and he relapsed into a gloomy silence.
The wind was driving right into their teeth, and the evening closing fast, and they were pa.s.sing the last milestone to the turning without any farther attempt at conversation, when there came first an ominous crack from under their feet, then a jolt, an unsteady wavering motion for a few seconds, when, with scarcely time for an exclamation, the coach toppled over on one side, and Bolton found himself reclining on the portly person of Mr Joseph Haines, who, in his turn, was saved from contusions by a friendly heap of mud by the roadside. Beyond a broken axle, however, no damage was done. The horses were glad of any opportunity to stand still. Bolton got up, shook himself, and laughed.
Joe Haines was proceeding to philosophise rather strongly on the accident, not exactly after the manner of Job or Seneca, when the inside pa.s.senger, putting his head out of the only practicable window, begged him to spare his oaths, and help him out of his prison.
The stranger was soon extricated, and the horses taken out; and the driver, requesting his pa.s.sengers to await his return, set off to seek a.s.sistance at the nearest cottage. As to the coach itself proceeding farther until partially repaired, that was evidently out of the question; and so Harry observed to his companion, who did not appear very knowing in such matters.
"And how far may we be from S----, sir?" inquired he, upon receiving this not very agreeable intelligence.
"Fifteen miles at least," replied Bolton.
"Indeed! so far, and is there no place near where I could procure a conveyance of any kind? I have an engagement there I particularly wished to keep to-morrow."
"Really, I fear not; this is quite an out-of-the-way place: the driver can tell you better than I can, but I know the neighbourhood pretty well, and think you would have to send back to the Swan at B---- for horses."
"It is very unfortunate, and it is past nine already; what is the nearest place, sir, where I could get decent accommodation for the night?"
"Why, the nearest place," said Harry, hesitatingly, "is the "Crown and Thistle," about three miles off, but I can"t say much for the accommodation. Wo-ho,"--one of the horses, tired at last of standing in the drizzling rain, was showing symptoms of an immediate return to his stable. The stranger merely gave vent to a dissatisfied "Humph!" and they stood silently awaiting the approach of a light along the road, which betokened Joe"s return with a.s.sistance. The coach was soon righted, and set up against the side of a bank; and Mr Haines, having given charge to one of his aids-extraordinary to keep watch by it till dawn with a light, both to prevent accidents and abstraction of the luggage, announced his intention of returning with the horses to B----, offering to his inside pa.s.senger the choice of a ride back, or taking a nap in the coach till morning. "_You_ won"t be long getting home, Mr Bolton, anyhow,"--and the p.r.o.noun was emphasised, to show that even this sympathy was little extended to his fellow-traveller.
"No, Joe, I must say you have been pretty considerate: as you _were_ to break down, you could hardly have arranged it more handily for me. Just look me out my little carpet-bag, and I suppose you"ll expect an extra shilling for your performance to-night, eh?"
Joe gave a hoa.r.s.e laugh, and proceeded to rummage the boot; and Harry took advantage of the opportunity to whisper a few inquiries about his fellow-pa.s.senger.
"Well, I be pretty sure, sir, it"s a Dr Bates, as preached at the opening on Tuesday. There was two or three black-coats came with him to the yard afore we started; he"s quite a top-sawyer among "em, and can hold on for two hours good, best pace, they tell me. He"s gev" out to preach over at S---- to-morrow morning. I see"d the printed bills stuck all over town to-day."
To-morrow was Sunday; and Bolton thought of a certain ma.n.u.script, not quite finished, lying on his desk at home. He glanced again at the stranger, and possibly, in the orthodoxy of his heart, did not feel particularly grieved at the disappointment probably in store for the itching ears of the S---- non-conformists.
"Well, good-night, Haines," said he. But seeing his late companion still standing in the road, looking rather helpless, and hesitating to leave him altogether to the tender mercies of the coachman, "I am walking in the direction of the village inn," he continued, "and if I can show you the way, I shall be very glad to do so. I dare say I can also find some one to fetch your luggage."
"Thank you, sir," said the other. "I cannot do better than follow your example;" and he at once selected and shouldered, with some activity for a man obviously on the wrong side of forty, a carpet-bag of more c.u.mbersome dimensions than Bolton"s; and they strode down the road together, nearly in darkness, and with the rain still falling.
They had nearly reached the curate"s humble cottage, without much further conversation, when the stranger repeated his inquiries as to the distance to the inn, and the probability of his obtaining there any tolerable accommodation. "A _clean_ bed," he said, "would content him; was he likely to find one?"
A struggle had been going on, from the time they left the coach, between Harry Bolton"s good-nature, and what he thought his due dignity. Every word his fellow-pa.s.senger had uttered had convinced him, more and more, that he was a man of education and good sense, to say the least; a totally different being from the cla.s.s of whom Jabez Green, who expounded at Mount Pisgah in his own parish on Sundays, and did a little shoemaking and poaching on week-days, formed a specimen ever before his eyes; and if it had not seemed a ludicrous misapplication of hospitality to have entertained the great gun of schism within the lares of the "_persona ecclesia_" he would long ago have offered the very respectable and mild-mannered gentleman, dropped by an unlucky accident almost at his door, at least a good fire and a pair of clean sheets for the night.
Sleep at the Crown and Thistle!--why, on consideration, it was scarcely creditable to himself to send him there. The landlord was one of the most disreputable fellows in the parish, and, by ten o"clock on a Sat.u.r.day night, was usually so drunk as to be more likely to refuse a guest any accommodation at all, than to take any extra pains for him.
And the dirt, and the noise, and the etceteras! No, Dr Bates had better have stuck to the inside of the coach than have tried the Crown and Thistle. But where else was he to go? There was a good spare bedroom, no doubt, at Barby farm, within half a mile; but it had not been occupied since Harry had slept in it himself on his first arrival in the parish, and then it took a week"s notice to move the piles of wool and cheese, and have it duly aired. The stranger coughed, Harry grew desperate, and spoke out.
"We are close to my little place now, sir. I think I can offer you what you will hardly find at the inn--a clean room and a well-aired bed; and it seems a mere act of common civility to beg you to accept it."
With many thanks, but with the natural politeness and ease with which a gentleman receives from another the courtesy which he is always ready to offer himself, the hospitable invitation was at once freely accepted: and in five minutes they had pa.s.sed the little gate, and were awaiting the opening of the door.
This service was performed by the whole available force of Harry"s establishment. One active little elderly woman, who was there on resident and permanent duty, in all capacities, a.s.sisted on this occasion by Samuel Shears, parish clerk, s.e.xton, barber, bird-fancier, fishing-tackle maker, &c. &c. &c.; and acting gardener, valet, butler, and footman, when required, to the reverend the curate. Loud was the welcome he received from both. "Had he walked through all the rain, sure_ly_! The coach was very late then; they"d "most given him up: no, Sam hadn"t, "cause of service to-morrow;" when their volubility was somewhat checked by the sight of his companion; and the old lady"s face underwent no very favourable change when informed she must prepare a second bed.
"Walk in, pray, and warm yourself--that room--Sam, take these bags;" and Harry stepped aside into the kitchen, to negotiate with his housekeeper for the stranger"s accommodation; a matter not to be effected but by some little tact; for Molly, like servants of higher pretensions, did not like being put out of her way, by people "coming tramping in," as she said, at all hours of the night; and if Bolton had replied to her close inquiries, as to who and whence the new guest was, with the statement that he was a stray Methodist preacher, it is probable that Molly, who had lived with clergymen since she was a child, and would sooner have missed her dinner than "her church," would have resigned her keys of office at once in high disgust.
"The gentleman will sleep in my room, of course, Molly, and I shall have my things put into the other;--anything will do for supper--bread and cheese, Molly, quite well--toast a little, will you? Poor man, he seems to have a cough."
"Toasted cheese an"t good for a cough."
"No; to be sure not. Well, you can fry a little bacon, and a few eggs, you know."
"There an"t no eggs. I don"t know what"s come to the "ens: they behaves "orrid, they does."
"Well, anything, anything, Molly. I"m very tired, and I don"t care what it is: we shall both be very glad to get to bed."
"Lor, I dare say you be tired, sir," said Molly, somewhat pacified.
"You"ve had a very wet ride, to be sure; lawk-a-me, why this coat might be a-wringed out." And she hastened to relieve her master of some of his outer wrappings, and supply him with a warm dressing-gown and slippers, in which he soon joined his guest in the little parlour; and having introduced him to the room he was to occupy for the night, left him also to make himself comfortable.
If Harry Bolton did not repent of his hospitality, which would have been very unlike him, yet, upon consideration, he certainly felt he was acting the good Samaritan somewhat more literally than he had ever expected to do.
"What on earth shall I do with him to-morrow, I should like to know?"
was the first question that suggested itself--much more readily than did the answer. He could not be expected to go to church, perhaps; but would he stay quietly at home? or walk off to a.s.sist the very reverend Jabez at Mount Pisgah? As to his keeping his appointment at S----, that, at least, was out of the question; and, after all, there seemed so much good sense and feeling of propriety about the traveller, that it was most probable--at least Harry thought so--that he would not in any way offend against the rules of the household which he had entered under such circ.u.mstances.
So the curate brushed the clinging rain from his hair, and the cloud from his brow, with one and the same motion, and relapsed into his usual state of good-humour. Supper came in, and he and his guest sat down opposite to each other, and prepared to discuss old Molly"s simple cookery. Really, now that one could look at him well, the man was very presentable in person as well as in manner. Harry said grace in a very few words, and the other"s "Amen" was audible and unexceptionable; reverent, and not nasal. He had a capital appet.i.te; it was said to be characteristic of his calling, but in that point Harry fully kept pace with him; and the conversation was not, for the present, a very lively one. Sam came in at last to take away.
"Sam," said the curate, in a half-aside, "_is_ there a bottle of port?--here"s the key."
"La! sir, you bid me take it down to old Nan, you know; and it wor the last bottle, I tell"d you then."
"Ha! so I did, so I did. Did she like it, Sam?"
"Like it?" said Sam, opening his eyes, "I warrant her!"
"Well, Sam, I hope it did her good;--never mind. You must fare as I do, I am afraid," said he to the other. "Bring out the whisky-jar, Sam."
Bolton mixed himself a gla.s.s without further preface or apology; and his neighbour, with the remark that it could not be much amiss after a wetting, very moderately followed his example.
"And now," said Bolton, rummaging in a little cupboard behind him, "I hope you don"t dislike the smell of tobacco. I"m rather too fond of it myself. My weakness is a pipe: I could find you a cigar, perhaps, if you are ever--"
"Thank you, I never do smoke; but pray do not mind me: I was at a German university for a year and a half, and that is a pretty fair apprenticeship to cloud-raising."
Took a doctor"s degree there, no doubt, thought Harry; but it served excellently as an opening for general conversation; and two pipes had been consumed, and Molly had twice informed the gentlemen that the beds were all ready, and that Sam was waiting to know if there were any orders for to-morrow, before Harry remembered that he had a sermon still to finish, and that it was verging upon Sunday morning--so intelligent and agreeable had been the discourse of the stranger.
"If you please, sir," said the clerk, putting his head in at the door, "the rain is a-coming down like nothing, and that great hole over the pulpit ben"t mended yet. Master Brooks promised me it should be done afore to-night; but he"s never seen to it."