Two o"clock struck from the belfry of St. Paul"s, looming there to his left in the great bend of the river. At the sound he shook off all his thoughts. Let him see something of London. He had two hours and a half before his train from Euston. Westminster first--a hasty glance; then an omnibus to St. Paul"s, that he might look down upon the city and its rush; then north. He had a map with him, and his quick intelligence told him exactly how to use his time to the best advantage. Years afterwards he was accustomed to look back on this hour spent on the top of an omnibus, which was making its difficult way to the Bank through the crowded afternoon streets, as one of the strong impressions of his youth. Here was one centre of things: Westminster represented another; and both stood for knowledge, wealth, and power. The boy"s hot blood rose to the challenge. His foot was on the ladder, and many men with less chances than he had risen to the top. At this moment, small Manchester tradesman that he was, he had the constant presentiment of a wide career.
That night he let himself into his own door somewhere about nine o"clock. What had Louie been doing with herself all day? She was to have her first lesson from Dora Lomax; but she must have been dull since, unless Dora had befriended her.
To his astonishment, as he shut the door he heard voices in the kitchen--Louie and _John_. John, the shy, woman-hating creature, who had received the news of Louie"s expected advent in a spirit of mingled irritation and depression--who, after his first startled look at her as she pa.s.sed through the shop, seemed to David to have fled the sight of her whenever it was possible!
Louie was talking so fast and laughing so much that neither of them had heard David"s latchkey, and in his surprise the brother stood still a moment in the dark, looking round the kitchen-door, which stood a little open. Louie was sitting by the fire with some yards of flowered cotton stuff on her knee, at which she was sewing; John was opposite to her on the oak stool, crouched over a box of nails, from which he was laboriously sorting out those of a certain size, apparently at her bidding, for she gave him sharp directions from time to time. But his toil was intermittent, for whenever her sallies were louder or more amusing than usual his hand paused, and he sat staring at her, his small eyes expanding, a sympathetic grin stealing over his mouth.
It seemed to David that she was describing her lover of the winter; he caught her gesture as she ill.u.s.trated her performance with Jim Wigson--the boxing of the amorous lout"s ears in the lane by the Dye-works. Her beautiful curly black hair was combed to-night into a sort of wild halo round her brow and cheeks, and in this arrangement counteracted the one fault of the face--a slightly excessive length from forehead to chin. But the brilliance of the eyes, the redness of the thin lips over the small and perfect teeth, the flush on the olive cheek, the slender neck, the distinction and delicacy of every sweeping line and curve--for the first time even David realised, as he stood there in the dark, that his sister was an extraordinary beauty. Strange! Her manner and voice had neither natural nor acquired refinement; and yet in the moulding of the head and face there was a dignity and perfection--a touch, as it were, of the grand style--which marked her out in a northern crowd and riveted the northern eye. Was it the trace of another national character, another civilisation, longer descended, less mixed, more deeply graven than ours?
But what was that idiot John doing here?--the young master wanted to know. He coughed loudly and hung up his hat and his stick, to let them hear that he was there. The pair in the kitchen started.
Louie sprang up, flung down her work, and ran out to him.
"Well," said she breathlessly, "have you got it?"
"Yes."
She gave a little shriek of excitement.
"Show it then."
"There"s nothing to show but a cheque. It"s all right. Is there anything for supper?"
"There"s some bread and cheese and cold apple-pie in there," said Louie, annoyed with him already; then, turning her head over her shoulder, "Mr. Dalby, I"ll trouble you to get them out."
With awkward alacrity John flew to do her bidding. When the lad had ransacked the cupboard and placed all the viands it contained on the table, he looked at David. That young man, with a pucker in his brow, was standing by the fire with his hands in his pockets, making short answers to Louie"s sharp and numerous questions.
"That"s all I can find," said John. "Shall I run for something?"
"Thanks," said David, still frowning, and sat him down, "that "ll do."
Louie made a face at John behind her brother"s back. The a.s.sistant slowly flushed a deep red. In this young fellow, with his money b.u.t.toned on his breast, both he and Louie for the first time realised the master.
"Well, good night," he said, hesitating, "I"m going."
David jumped up and went with him into the pa.s.sage.
"Look here," he said abruptly, "you and I have got some business to talk to-morrow. I"m not going to keep you slaving here for nothing now that I can afford to pay you."
"Are you going to turn me off?" said the other hastily.
David laughed. The cloud had all cleared from his brow.
"Don"t be such a precious fool!" he said. "Now be off--and seven sharp. I must go at it like ten horses to-morrow."
John disappeared into the night, and David went back to his sister.
He found her looking red and excited, and sewing energetically.
"Look here!" she said, lifting a threatening eye to him as he entered the room. "I"m not going to be treated like a baby. If you don"t tell me all about that money, I"ll write to Mr. Gurney myself. It"s part of it mine, and _I"ll know_, so there!"
"I"ll tell you everything," he said quietly, putting a hand into his coat pocket before he sat down to his supper again. "There"s the cheque--and there"s our father"s letter,--what Mr. Gurney gave me.
There was no proper will--this was instead."
He pretended to eat, but in reality he watched her anxiously as she read it. The result was very much what he had expected. She ran breathlessly through it, then, with a look all flame and fury, she broke out--
"Up _on_ my word! So you"re going to take it all, and I"m to be beholden to you for every penny. I"d like to see myself!"
"Now look here, Louie," he said, firmly, pushing back his chair from the table, "I want to explain things to you. I should like to tell you all about my business, and what I think of doing, and then you can judge for yourself. I"ll not rob you or anyone."
Whereupon with a fierce gesture she caught up her work again, and he fell into long and earnest talk, setting his mind to the task.
He explained to her that the arrival of this money--this capital--made just all the difference, that the whole of it would be infinitely more useful to him than the half, and that he proposed to employ it both for her benefit and his own. He had already cleared out the commission agent from the first floor, and moved down the lodgers--a young foreman and his wife--from the attics to the first-floor back. That left the two attics for himself and Louie, and gave him the front first-floor room, the best room in the house, for an extension of stock.
"Why don"t you turn those people out altogether?" said Louie, impatiently." They pay very little, and you"ll be wanting that room soon, very like."
"Well, I shall get it soon," said David bluntly; "but I can"t get it now. Mrs. Mason"s bad; she going to be confined."
"Well, I dare say she is!" cried Louie. "That don"t matter; she isn"t confined yet."
David looked at her in amazement. Then his face hardened.
"I"m not going to turn her out, I tell you," he said, and immediately returned to his statement. Well, there were all sorts of ways in which he might employ his money. He might put up a shed in the back yard, and get a printing-press. He knew of a press and a very decent fount of type, to be had extremely cheap. John was a capital workman, and between them they might reprint some of the scarce local books and pamphlets, which were always sure of a sale.
As to his stock, there were endless possibilities. He knew of a collection of rare books on early America, which belonged to a gentleman at Cheadle. He had been negotiating about them for some time. Now he would close at once; from his knowledge of the market the speculation was a certain one. He was also inclined to largely increase his stock of foreign books, especially in the technical and scientific direction. There was a considerable opening, he believed, for such books in Manchester; at any rate, he meant to try for it. And as soon as ever he could he should learn German.
There was a fellow--a German clerk--who haunted the Parlour, who would teach him in exchange for English lessons.
So, following a happy instinct, he opened to her all his mind, and talked to her as though they were partners in a firm. The event proved that he could have done nothing better. Very early in his exposition she began to put her wits to his, her irritation dropped, and he was presently astonished at the intelligence she showed. Every element almost in the problems discussed was unfamiliar to her, yet after a while a listener coming in might have thought that she too had been Purcell"s apprentice, so nimbly had she gathered up the details involved, so quick she was to see David"s points and catch his phrases. If there was no moral fellowship between them, judging from to-night, there bade fair to be a comradeship of intelligence.
"There now," he said, when he had come to the end of his budget, "you leave your half of the money to me. Mind, I agree it"s your half, and I"ll do the best I can with it. I"ll pay you interest on it for two years, and I"ll keep you. Then we"ll see. And if you want to improve yourself a bit, instead of going to work at once, I"ll pay for teachers. And look here, we"ll keep good friends over it."
His keen eyes softened to a charming, half-melancholy smile. Louie took no notice; she was absorbed in meditation; and at the end of it, she said with a long breath--
"Well, you may have it, and I"ll keep an eye on the accounts. But you needn"t think I"ll sit at home "improving" myself: Not I. I"ll do that church-work. That girl gave me a lesson this morning, and I"m going again to-morrow."
David received the news with satisfaction, remarking heartily that Dora Lomax was a real good sort, and if it weren"t for her the Parlour and Daddy would soon be in a fix. He told the story of the Parlour, dwelling on Dora"s virtues.
"But she is a crank, though!" said Louie. "Why, if you make free with her things a bit, or if you call "em by the wrong names, she"ll fly at you! How"s anybody to know what they"re meant for?"
David laughed, and got up to get some books he was repairing. As he moved away he looked back a moment.
"I say, Louie," he began, hesitating, "that fellow John"s worked for me like a dozen, and has never taken a farthing from me. Don"t you go and make a fool of him."
A flush pa.s.sed over Louie"s face. She lifted her hand and tucked away some curly ends of long hair that had fallen on her shoulders.
"He"s like one of Aunt Hannah"s suet rolies," she said, after a minute, with a gleam of her white teeth. "Seems as if some one had tied him in a cloth and boiled him that shape."
Neither of them cared to go to bed. They sat up talking. David was mending, sorting, and pricing a number of old books he had bought for nothing at a country sale. He knew enough of bookbinding to do the repairing with much skill, showing the same neatness of finger in it that he had shown years ago in the carving of toy boats and water-wheels. Louie went on with her work, which proved to be a curtain for her attic. She meant to have that room nice, and she had been out buying a few things, whereby David understood--as indeed Reuben had said--that she had some savings. Moreover, with regard to certain odd jobs of carpentering, she had already pressed John into her service, which explained his lingering after hours, and his eagerness among the nails. As to the furniture David had bought for her, on which, in the intervals of his busy days, he had spent some time and trouble, and of which he was secretly proud, humble and cheap as it was--she took it for granted. He could not remember that she had said any "thank you"s" since she came.
Still, youth and comradeship were pleasant. The den in which they sat was warm with light and fire, and was their own. Louie"s exultation, too, in their change of fortune, which flashed out of her at every turn, was infectious, and presently his spirits rose with hers, and the two lost themselves in the excitement of large schemes and new horizons.
After a time he found himself comparing notes with her as to that far-off crisis of his running away.