CHAPTER XI
Annette had gone to the big metropolis, which burns in colonial imaginations as the sun of cities, and was about to see something of London, under the excellent auspices of her new friend, Mary Fellingham, and a dense fog. She was alarmed by the darkness, a little in fear, too, of Herbert; and these feelings caused her to chide herself for leaving her father.
Hearing her speak of her father sadly, Herbert kindly proposed to go down to Crikswich on the very day of her coming. She thanked him, and gave him a taste of bitterness by smiling favourably on his offer; but as he wished her to discern and take to heart the difference between one man and another, in the light of a suitor, he let her perceive that it cost him heavy pangs to depart immediately, and left her to brood on his example. Mary Fellingham liked Annette. She thought her a sensible girl of uncultivated sensibilities, the reverse of thousands; not commonplace, therefore; and that the sensibilities were expanding was to be seen in her gradual unreadiness to talk of her engagement to Mr. Tinman, though her intimacy with Mary warmed daily. She considered she was bound to marry the man at some distant date, and did not feel unhappiness yet.
She had only felt uneasy when she had to greet and converse with her intended; especially when the London young lady had been present.
Herbert"s departure relieved her of the pressing sense of contrast. She praised him to Mary for his extreme kindness to her father, and down in her unsounded heart desired that her father might appreciate it even more than she did.
Herbert drove into Crikswich at night, and stopped at Crickledon"s, where he heard that Van Diemen was dining with Tinman.
Crickledon the carpenter permitted certain dry curves to play round his lips like miniature shavings at the name of Tinman; but Herbert asked, "What is it now?" in vain, and he went to Crickledon the cook.
This union of the two Crickledons, male and female; was an ideal one, such as poor women dream of; and men would do the same, if they knew how poor they are. Each had a profession, each was independent of the other, each supported the fabric. Consequently there was mutual respect, as between two pillars of a house. Each saw the other"s faults with a sly wink to the world, and an occasional interchange of sarcasm that was tonic, very strengthening to the wits without endangering the habit of affection. Crickledon the cook stood for her own opinions, and directed the public conduct of Crickledon the carpenter; and if he went astray from the line she marked out, she put it down to human nature, to which she was tolerant. He, when she had not followed his advice, ascribed it to the nature of women. She never said she was the equal of her husband; but the carpenter proudly acknowledged that she was as good as a man, and he bore with foibles derogatory to such high stature, by teaching himself to observe a neatness of domestic and general management that told him he certainly was not as good as a woman. Herbert delighted in them. The cook regaled the carpenter with skilful, tasty, and economic dishes; and the carpenter, obedient to her supplications, had promised, in the event of his outliving her, that no hands but his should have the making of her coffin. "It is so nice," she said, "to think one"s own husband will put together the box you are to lie in, of his own make!" Had they been even a doubtfully united pair, the cook"s antic.i.p.ation of a comfortable coffin, the work of the best carpenter in England, would have kept them together; and that which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples needs not to be recounted to those who have read a chapter or two of the natural history of the male s.e.x.
"Crickledon, my dear soul, your husband is labouring with a bit of fun,"
Herbert said to her.
"He would n"t laugh loud at Punch, for fear of an action," she replied.
"He never laughs out till he gets to bed, and has locked the door; and when he does he says "Hush!" to me. Tinman is n"t bailiff again just yet, and where he has his bailiff"s best Court suit from, you may ask.
He exercises in it off and on all the week, at night, and sometimes in the middle of the day."
Herbert rallied her for her gossip"s credulity.
"It"s truth," she declared. "I have it from the maid of the house, little Jane, whom he pays four pound a year for all the work of the house: a clever little thing with her hands and her head she is; and can read and write beautiful; and she"s a mind to leave "em if they don"t advance her. She knocked and went in while he was full blaze, and bowing his poll to his gla.s.s. And now he turns the key, and a child might know he was at it."
"He can"t be such a donkey!"
"And he"s been seen at the window on the seaside. "Who"s your Admiral staying at the house on the beach?" men have inquired as they come ash.o.r.e. My husband has heard it. Tinman"s got it on his brain. He might be cured by marriage to a sound-headed woman, but he "ll soon be wanting to walk about in silk legs if he stops a bachelor. They tell me his old mother here had a dress value twenty pound; and pomp"s inherited.
Save as he may, there"s his leak."
Herbert"s contempt for Tinman was intense; it was that of the young and ignorant who live in their imaginations like spendthrifts, unaware of the importance of them as the food of life, and of how necessary it is to seize upon the solider one among them for perpetual sustenance when the unsubstantial are vanishing. The great event of his bailiff"s term of office had become the sun of Tinman"s system. He basked in its rays.
He meant to be again the proud official, royally distinguished; meantime, though he knew not that his days were dull, he groaned under the dulness; and, as cart or cab horses, uncomplaining as a rule, show their view of the nature of harness when they have release to frisk in a field, it is possible that existence was made tolerable to the jogging man by some minutes of excitement in his bailiff"s Court suit. Really to pasture on our recollections we ought to dramatize them. There is, however, only the testimony of a maid and a mariner to show that Tinman did it, and those are witnesses coming of particularly long-bow cla.s.ses, given to magnify small items of fact.
On reaching the hall Herbert found the fire alight in the smoking-room, and soon after settling himself there he heard Van Diemen"s voice at the hall-door saying good night to Tinman.
"Thank the Lord! there you are," said Van Diemen, entering the room.
"I couldn"t have hoped so much. That rascal!" he turned round to the door. "He has been threatening me, and then smoothing me. Hang his oil!
It"s combustible. And hang the port he"s for laying down, as he calls it. "Leave it to posterity," says I. "Why?" says he. "Because the young ones "ll be better able to take care of themselves," says I, and he insists on an explanation. I gave it to him. Out he bursts like a wasp"s nest. He may have said what he did say in temper. He seemed sorry afterwards--poor old Mart! The scoundrel talked of Horse Guards and telegraph wires."
"Scoundrel, but more ninny," said Herbert, full of his contempt. "Dare him to do his worst. The General tells me they "d be glad to overlook it at the Guards, even if they had all the facts. Branding "s out of the question."
"I swear it was done in my time," cried Van Diemen, all on fire.
"It"s out of the question. You might be advised to leave England for a few months. As for the society here--"
"If I leave, I leave for good. My heart"s broken. I"m disappointed.
I"m deceived in my friend. He and I in the old days! What"s come to him? What on earth is it changes men who stop in England so? It can"t be the climate. And did you mention my name to General Fellingham?"
"Certainly not," said Herbert. "But listen to me, sir, a moment. Why not get together half-a-dozen friends of the neighbourhood, and make a clean breast of it. Englishmen like that kind of manliness, and they are sure to ring sound to it."
"I couldn"t!" Van Diemen sighed. "It"s not a natural feeling I have about it--I "ve brooded on the word. If I have a nightmare, I see Deserter written in sulphur on the black wall."
"You can"t remain at his mercy, and be bullied as you are. He makes you ill, sir. He won"t do anything, but he"ll go on worrying you. I"d stop him at once. I"d take the train to-morrow and get an introduction to the Commander-in-Chief. He"s the very man to be kind to you in a situation like this. The General would get you the introduction."
"That"s more to my taste; but no, I couldn"t," Van Diemen moaned in his weakness. "Money has unmanned me. I was n"t this kind of man formerly; nor more was Mart Tinman, the traitor! All the world seems changeing for the worse, and England is n"t what she used to be."
"You let that man spoil it for you, sir." Herbert related Mrs.
Crickledon"s tale of Mr. Tinman, adding, "He"s an utter donkey. I should defy him. What I should do would be to let him know to-morrow morning that you don"t intend to see him again. Blow for, blow, is the thing he requires. He"ll be cringing to you in a week."
"And you"d like to marry Annette," said Van Diemen, relishing, nevertheless, the advice, whose origin and object he perceived so plainly.
"Of course I should," said Herbert, franker still in his colour than his speech.
"I don"t see him my girl"s husband." Van Diemen eyed the red hollow in the falling coals. "When I came first, and found him a healthy man, good-looking enough for a trifle over forty, I "d have given her gladly, she nodding Yes. Now all my fear is she"s in earnest. Upon my soul, I had the notion old Mart was a sort of a boy still; playing man, you know.
But how can you understand? I fancied his airs and stiffness were put on; thought I saw him burning true behind it. Who can tell? He seems to be jealous of my buying property in his native town. Something frets him. I ought never to have struck him! There"s my error, and I repent it. Strike a friend! I wonder he didn"t go off to the Horse Guards at once. I might have done it in his place, if I found I couldn"t lick him.
I should have tried kicking first."
"Yes, shinning before peaching," said Herbert, astonished almost as much as he was disgusted by the inveterate sentimental attachment of Van Diemen to his old friend.
Martin Tinman antic.i.p.ated good things of the fright he had given the man after dinner. He had, undoubtedly, yielded to temper, forgetting pure policy, which it is so exceeding difficult to practice. But he had soothed the startled beast; they had shaken hands at parting, and Tinman hoped that the week of Annette"s absence would enable him to mould her father. Young Fellingham"s appointment to come to Elba had slipped Mr.
Tinman"s memory. It was annoying to see this intruder. "At all events, he"s not with Annette," said Mrs. Cavely. "How long has her father to run on?"
"Five months," Tinman replied. "He would have completed his term of service in five months."
"And to think of his being a rich man because he deserted," Mrs. Cavely interjected. "Oh! I do call it immoral. He ought to be apprehended and punished, to be an example for the good of society. If you lose time, my dear Martin, your chance is gone. He"s wriggling now. And if I could believe he talked us over to that young impudent, who has n"t a penny that he does n"t get from his pen, I"d say, denounce him to-morrow.
I long for Elba. I hate this house. It will be swallowed up some day; I know it; I have dreamt it. Elba at any cost. Depend upon it, Martin, you have been foiled in your suits on account of the mean house you inhabit. Enter Elba as that girl"s husband, or go there to own it, and girls will crawl to you."
"You are a ridiculous woman, Martha," said Tinman, not dissenting.
The mixture of an idea of public duty with a feeling of personal rancour is a strong incentive to the pursuit of a stern line of conduct; and the glimmer of self-interest superadded does not check the steps of the moralist. Nevertheless, Tinman held himself in. He loved peace. He preached it, he disseminated it. At a meeting in the town he strove to win Van Diemen"s voice in favour of a vote for further moneys to protect "our sh.o.r.es."" Van Diemen laughed at him, telling him he wanted a battery. "No," said Tinman, "I"ve had enough to do with soldiers."
"How"s that?"
"They might be more cautious. I say, they might learn to know their friends from their enemies."
"That"s it, that"s it," said Van Diemen. "If you say much more, my hearty, you"ll find me bidding against you next week for Marine Parade and Belle Vue Terrace. I"ve a cute eye for property, and this town"s looking up."
"You look about you before you speculate in land and house property here," retorted Tinman.
Van Diemen bore so much from him that he asked himself whether he could be an Englishman. The t.i.tle of Deserter was his raw wound. He attempted to form the habit of stigmatizing himself with it in the privacy of his chamber, and he succeeded in establishing the habit of talking to himself, so that he was heard by the household, and Annette, on her return, was obliged to warn him of his indiscretion. This development of a new weakness exasperated him. Rather to prove his courage by defiance than to baffle Tinman"s ambition to become the princ.i.p.al owner of houses in Crikswich, by outbidding him at the auction for the sale of Marine Parade and Belle Vue Terrace, Van Diemen ran the houses up at the auction, and ultimately had Belle Vue knocked down to him. So fierce was the quarrel that Annette, in conjunction with Mrs. Cavely; was called on to interpose with her sweetest grace. "My native place," Tinman said to her; "it is my native place. I have a pride in it; I desire to own property in it, and your father opposes me. He opposes me. Then says I may have it back at auction price, after he has gone far to double the price! I have borne--I repeat I have borne too much."
"Are n"t your properties to be equal to one?" said Mrs. Cavely, smiling mother--like from Tinman to Annette.
He sought to produce a fondling eye in a wry face, and said, "Yes, I will remember that."
"Annette will bless you with her dear hand in a month or two at the outside," Mrs. Cavely murmured, cherishingly.
"She will?" Tinman cracked his body to bend to her.