"You are certainly a very strange people," said Harcourt.
"And yet there"s another thing stranger still, which is, that your countrymen never took any advantage of our eccentricities, to rule us by; and if they had any wit in their heads, they "d have seen, easy enough, that all these traits are exactly the clews to a nation"s heart.
That"s what Pitt meant when he said, "Let me make the _songs_ of a people, and I don"t care who makes the _laws_." Look down now in that glen before you, as far as you can see. There"s Belmullet, and ain"t you glad to be so near your journey"s end? for you"re mighty tired of all this discoorsin"."
"On the contrary, Billy, even when I disagree with what you say, I"m pleased to hear your reasons; at the same time, I "m glad we are drawing nigh to this poor boy, and I only trust we may not be too late."
Billy muttered a pious concurrence in the wish, and they rode along for some time in silence. "There"s the Bay of Belmullet now under your feet," cried Billy, as he pulled up short, and pointed with his whip seaward. "There"s five fathoms, and fine anchoring ground on every inch ye see there. There"s elegant shelter from tempestuous winds. There"s a coast rich in herrings, oysters, lobsters, and crabs; farther out there"s cod, and haddock, and mackerel in the sayson. There"s sea wrack for kelp, and every other con-vanience any one can require; and a poorer set of devils than ye "ll see when we get down there, there"s nowhere to be found. Well, well! "if idleness is bliss, it"s folly to work hard.""
And with this paraphrase, Billy made way for the Colonel, as the path had now become too narrow for two abreast, and in this way they descended to the sh.o.r.e.
CHAPTER XV. A SICK BED
Although the cabin in which the sick boy lay was one of the best in the village, its interior presented a picture of great poverty. It consisted of a single room, in the middle of which a mud wall of a few feet in height formed a sort of part.i.tion, ab.u.t.ting against which was the bed,--the one bed of the entire family,--now devoted to the guest. Two or three coa.r.s.ely fashioned stools, a rickety table, and a still more rickety dresser comprised all the furniture. The floor was uneven and fissured, and the solitary window was mended with an old hat,--thus diminishing the faint light which struggled through the narrow aperture.
A large net, attached to the rafters, hung down in heavy festoons overhead, the corks and sinks dangling in dangerous proximity to the heads underneath. Several spars and oars littered one corner, and a newly painted buoy filled another; but, in spite of all these enc.u.mbrances, there was s.p.a.ce around the fire for a goodly company of some eight or nine of all ages, who were pleasantly eating their supper from a large pot of potatoes that smoked and steamed in front of them.
"G.o.d save all here!" cried Billy, as he preceded the Colonel into the cabin.
"Save ye kindly," was the courteous answer, in a chorus of voices; at the same time, seeing a gentleman at the door, the whole party arose at once to receive him. Nothing could have surpa.s.sed the perfect good-breeding with which the fisherman and his wife did the honors of their humble home; and Harcourt at once forgot the poverty-struck aspect of the scene in the general courtesy of the welcome.
"He "s no better, your honor,--no better at all," said the man, as Harcourt drew nigh the sick bed. "He does be always ravin",--ravin"
on,--beggin" and implorin" that we won"t take him back to the Castle; and if he falls asleep, the first thing he says when he wakes up is, "Where am I?--tell me I"m not at Glencore!" and he keeps on screechin", "Tell me, tell me so!""
Harcourt bent down over the bed and gazed at him. Slowly and languidly the sick boy raised his heavy lids and returned the stare.
"You know me, Charley, boy, don"t you?" said he, softly.
"Yes," muttered he, in a weak tone.
"Who am I, Charley? Tell me who is speaking to you."
"Yes," said he again.
"Poor fellow!" Bighed Harcourt, "he does _not_ know me!"
"Where"s the pain?" asked Billy, suddenly.
The boy placed his hand on his forehead, and then on his temples.
"Look up! look at _me!_" said Billy. "Ay, there it is! the pupil does not contract,--there"s mischief in the brain. He wants to say something to you, sir," said he to Harcourt; "he"s makin" signs to you to stoop down."
Harcourt put his ear close to the sick boy"s lips, and listened.
"No, my dear child, of course not," said he, after a pause. "You shall remain here, and I will stay with you too. In a few days your father will come--"
A wild yell, a shriek that made the cabin ring, now broke from the boy, followed by another, and then a third; and then with a spring he arose from the bed, and tried to escape. Weak and exhausted as he was, such was the strength supplied by fever, it was all that they could do to subdue him and replace him in the bed; violent convulsions followed this severe access, and it was not till after hours of intense suffering that he calmed down again and seemed to slumber.
"There"s more than we know of here, Colonel," said Billy, as he drew him to one side. "There"s moral causes as well as malady at work."
"There may be, but I know nothing of them," said Harcourt; and in the frank air of the speaker the other did not hesitate to repose his trust.
"If we hope to save him, we ought to find out where the mischief lies,"
said Billy; "for, if ye remark, his ravin" is always upon one subject; he never wanders from that."
"He has a dread of home. Some altercation with his father has, doubtless, impressed him with this notion."
"Ah, that isn"t enough, we must go "deeper; we want a clew to the part of the brain engaged. Meanwhile, here"s at him, with the antiphlogistic touch;" and he opened his lancet-case, and tucked up his cuffs. "Houlde the basin, Biddy."
"There, Harvey himself couldn"t do it nater than that. It"s an elegant study to be feelin" a pulse while the blood is flowin". It comes at first like a dammed-up cataract, a regular out-pouring, just as a young girl would tell her love, all wild and tumultuous; then, after a time, she gets more temperate, the feelings are relieved, and the ardor is moderated, till at last, wearied and worn out, the heart seems to ask for rest; and then ye"ll remark a settled faint smile coming over the lips, and a clammy coldness in the face."
"He"s fainting, sir," broke in Biddy.
"He is, ma"am, and it"s myself done it," said Billy. "Oh, dear, oh, dear! If we could only do with the moral heart what we can with the raal physical one, what wonderful poets we "d be!"
"What hopes have you?" whispered Harcourt.
"The best, the very best. There "s youth and a fine const.i.tution to work upon; and what more does a doctor want? As ould Marsden said, "You can"t destroy these in a fortnight, so the patient must live." But you must help me, Colonel, and you _can_ help me."
"Command me in any way, Doctor."
"Here"s the _modus_, then. You must go back to the Castle and find out, if you can, what happened between his father and _him_. It does not signify now, nor will it for some days; but when he comes to the convalescent stage, it"s then we "ll need to know how to manage him, and what subjects to keep him away from. "T is the same with the brain as with a sprained ankle; you may exercise if you don"t twist it; but just come down once on the wrong spot, and maybe ye won"t yell out!"
"You "ll not quit him, then."
"I"m a senthry on his post, waiting to get a shot at the enemy if he shows the top of his head. Ah, sir, if ye only knew physic, ye "d acknowledge there "s nothing as treacherous as dizaze. Ye hunt him out of the brain, and then he is in the lungs. Ye chase him out of that, and he skulks in the liver. At him there, and he takes to the fibrous membranes, and then it"s regular hide-and-go-seek all over the body.
Trackin" a bear is child"s play to it." And so saying, Billy held the Colonel"s stirrup for him to mount, and giving his most courteous salutation, and his best wishes for a good journey, he turned and re-entered the cabin.
CHAPTER XVI. THE "PROJECT"
It was not without surprise that Harcourt saw Glencore enter the drawing-room a few minutes before dinner. Very pale and very feeble, he slowly traversed the room, giving a hand to each of his guests, and answering the inquiries for his health by a sickly smile, while he said, "As you see me."
"I am going to dine with you to-day, Harcourt," said he, with an attempt at gayety of manner. "Upton tells me that a little exertion of this kind will do me good."
"Upton"s right," cried the Colonel, "especially if he added that you should take a gla.s.s or two of that admirable Burgundy. My life on "t but that is the liquor to set a man on his legs again."
"I did n"t remark that this was exactly the effect it produced upon you t" other night," said Upton, with one of his own sly laughs.
"That comes of drinking it in bad company," retorted Harcourt; "a man is driven to take two gla.s.ses for one."
As the dinner proceeded, Glencore rallied considerably, taking his part in the conversation, and evidently enjoying the curiously contrasted temperaments at either side of him. The one, all subtlety, refinement, and finesse; the other, out-spoken, rude, and true-hearted; rarely correct in a question of taste, but invariably right in every matter of honorable dealing. Though it was clear enough that Upton relished the eccentricities whose sallies he provoked, it was no less easy to see how thoroughly he appreciated the frank and manly nature of the old soldier; nor could all the crafty habits of his acute mind overcome the hearty admiration with which he regarded him.
It is in the unrestricted ease of these "little dinners," where two or three old friends are met, that social intercourse a.s.sumes its most charming form. The usages of the great world, which exact a species of uniformity of breeding and manners, are here laid aside, and men talk with all the bias and prejudices of their true nature, dashing the topics discussed with traits of personality, and even whims, that are most amusing. How little do we carry away of tact or wisdom from the grand banquets of life; and what pleasant stores of thought, what charming memories remain to us, after those small gatherings!
How, as I write this, one little room rises to my recollection, with its quaint old sideboard of carved oak; its dark-brown cabinets, curiously sculptured; its heavy old brocade curtains, and all its queer devices of knick-knackery, where such meetings once were held, and where, throwing off the cares of life,--shut out from them, as it were, by the ma.s.sive folds of the heavy drapery across the door,--. we talked in all the fearless freedom of old friendship, rambling away from theme to theme, contrasting our experiences, balancing our views in life, and mingling through our converse the racy freshness of a boy"s enjoyment with the sager counsels of a man"s reflectiveness. Alas! how very early is it sometimes in life that we tread "the banquet-hall deserted." But to our story: the evening wore pleasantly on; Upton talked, as few but himself could do, upon the public questions of the day; and Harcourt, with many a blunt interruption, made the discourse but more easy and amusing. The soldier was, indeed, less at his ease than the others. It was not alone that many of the topics were not such as he was most familiar with, but he felt angry and indignant at Glencore"s seeming indifference as to the fate of his son. Not a single reference to him even occurred; his name was never even pa.s.singly mentioned. Nothing but the careworn, sickly face, the wasted form and dejected expression before him, could have restrained Harcourt from alluding to the boy. He bethought him, however, that any indiscretion on his part might have the gravest consequences.
Upton, too, might have said something to quiet Glencore"s mind. "At all events, I"ll wait," said he to himself; "for wherever there is much delicacy in a negotiation, I generally make a mess of it." The more genially, therefore, did Glencore lend himself to the pleasure of the conversation, the more provoked did Harcourt feel at his heartlessness, and the more did the struggle cost him to control his own sentiments.