"Better than any of us," said Felix. "I was quite savage with Mr.
Audley when I found out about it. I must go down and tell him. I never thought all that was in the little chap! I"m glad he came to you, Cherry. Good-night."
"And you will try to teach this poor boy, Felix?"
"I don"t say that. I don"t in the least know how; but I shall not dare to hinder Lance, now I see how he goes on."
On his way down he heard voices in the sitting-room, where, in fact, Mr. Audley had joined Wilmet, to explain to her how vexed he was to have so much annoyed Felix, and perhaps also something of his own annoyance at the manner in which Felix took it. Wilmet, partly from her "growing on the sunny side of the wall," partly from her early authority, was in some ways older than her brother, and could see that there was in him a shade of boyish jealousy of his prerogative; and as she sat, in her pretty modest gravity, with her fair hair and her Sunday frock, she was softly but earnestly telling Mr. Audley that she was sure Felix would not mind long, and that he was very sorry for the poor boy really, only he was so anxious about Lance, and he did like to be consulted. Both looked up, startled, as Felix opened the door, and they saw that his eyes were full of tears. He came up to Mr. Audley, and said, "I beg your pardon, sir; I"d no business to grumble, and that little fellow has been--"
"Beforehand with us?" asked Mr. Audley, as Felix broke down. "The nurse has been just telling me how he sat on his bed saying bits of psalms and verses to him when he had that bad fit of cramp, "so pretty," she said; but I was afraid it must have been rather like a spell."
Felix told his story, feeling it too much not to make it lame, and with the tearfulness trembling in his voice and eyes all the time.
"Our little gamin has the most of the good Samaritan in him," said Mr. Audley. ""Tis not quite the end I should have begun at, but perhaps it may work the better."
"Dear little boy, that he should have remembered that sermon!"
exclaimed Wilmet.
"I am afraid it is more than I do," said Felix; "all last summer the more I tried to listen, the more I saw how he was changing. Do you remember it, Wilmet?"
"Yes; the text was, "The joy of the Lord is your strength," and he said how praising G.o.d, and going on thinking about His goodness and thankfulness, was the way to make our adversaries dissolve before us, and never trouble us at all, just like the bands of the Moabites and Ammonites before Jehoshaphat."
"I recollect it well, and how I thought it such a likeness of himself," said Mr. Audley; "he was walking over his troubles, scarcely seeing them, as if they could not dim the shine of his armour while he went on looking up and being thankful. I fancy little Lance has a good deal of that kind of bright fearless way."
"He has," said Felix in a grave thoughtful tone that made the Curate look at him and sigh to think how early care and grief had come to make that joyous buoyancy scarce possible to the elder boy, little more than seventeen though he was.
"He is very idle, though," added Wilmet; "such caricatures as there are all over his books! Edgar"s were bad enough, but Lance puts pig- tails and c.o.c.ked hats to all Edgar"s."
So Lance"s visits to the sick stranger remained un.o.bstructed. He had no notion of teaching him; but the foreign boy in his languor and helplessness curiously fascinated him, perhaps from the very contrast of the pa.s.sive, indolent, tropical nature with his own mercurial temperament. The Spaniard, or perhaps the old Mexican, seemed to predominate in Fernando, as far as could be guessed in one so weak and helpless. He seemed very quiet and inanimate, seldom wanting or seeking diversion, but content to lie still, with half-closed eyes; his manner was reserved, and with something of courteous dignity, especially when Lady Price came to visit him; and the Yankeeisms that sometimes dropped from his tongue did not agree with the polish of the tone, and still less with the imperious manner in which he sometimes addressed the nurse. He seemed, though not clever, to be tolerably well cultivated; he had been at the schools of whatever cities his father had resided in, and his knowledge of languages was of course extensive.
However, he never talked freely to Mr. Audley. He had bitterly resented that gentleman"s interference, one day when he was peremptorily commanding the nurse to place him in a position that had been forbidden, and the endeavour to control him had made him fearfully angry. There was a stormy outbreak of violent language, only checked by a severe rebuke, for which he did not forgive the Curate; he was coldly civil, and accepted the attentions he could not dispense with in a grave formal manner that would have been sulky in an English lad, but had something of the dreary grandeur of the Spanish Don from that dark lordly visage, and made Mr. Audley half provoked, half pitying, speak of him always as his Cacique. He only expanded a little even to Lance, though the little boy waited on him a.s.siduously, chattering about school doings, ill.u.s.trating them on a slate, singing to him, acting Blondin, exhibiting whatever he could lay his hands on, including the twins, whom he bore down one after the other, to the great wrath of Sibby, not to say of little Stella herself, while Theodore took the exhibition with perfect serenity.
As to Felix, he was, as Lance said, the subject of the sick lad"s fervent admiration. Perhaps the open, fair, cheerful, though grave countenance, fresh complexion, and strong, steadfast, upright bearing had something to do with the strange adoration that in his silent way Fernando paid to the youth, who looked in from time to time, bringing a sort of air of refreshment with his good-natured shy smile, even when he least knew what to say. Or else it was little Lance"s fervent affection for Felix which had conduced to the erection of the elder brother into the idol of Fernando"s fancy; and his briefest visit was the event of the long autumnal days spent in the uncurtained iron bed in the corner of the low room. The worship, silent though it was, was manifest enough to become embarra.s.sing and ridiculous to the subject of it, whose sense of duty and compa.s.sion was always at war with his reluctance to expose himself to it. Not another word pa.s.sed on any religious subject. Mr. Audley was not forgiven enough to venture on the attempt; the Rector was shy and frightened about it, and could make no beginning; and Mr. Mowbray Smith, who found great fault with them for their neglect, had been fairly stared down by the great black eyes, which, when the heavy lids were uplifted, proved to be of an immense size and force; and Felix was so sure that it could not be his business while three clergymen were going in and out that he had never done more than describe the weather, or retail any fresh bit of London news that had come down to the office.
At last, however, one November day, he found Fernando sitting up in bed, and Lance, perched on the table, talking so earnestly as not to perceive his entrance, until Fernando broke upon his words: "There!
it"s no use!"
"Yes, it is," cried Lance, jumping down. "O Fee, I am glad you are come; I want you to tell him the rights of it."
"The rights of what, Lance?"
"Tell him that it is all the devil"s doing, and the men he has got on his side; and that it was the very thing our Saviour came for to set us free, only everybody won"t," said Lance clinging to his brother"s hand and looking up in his face.
"That"s about right, Lance," said Felix, "but I don"t quite know what you are talking about."
"Just this," said Fernando. "Lance goes on about G.o.d being merciful and good and powerful--Almighty, as he says; but whatever women may tell a little chap like that, n.o.body can think so that has seen the things I have, down in the West, with my own eyes."
"Felix!" cried Lance, "say it. You know and believe just as I do, as everybody good does, men and all."
"Yes, indeed!" said Felix with all his heart.
"Then tell me how it can be," said Fernando.
Felix stood startled and perplexed, feeling the awful magnitude and importance of the question, but also feeling his own incompetence to deal with it; and likewise that Wilmet was keeping the tea waiting for him. He much wished to say, "Keep it for Mr. Audley," but he feared to choke the dawning of faith, and he likewise feared the appearance of hesitation.
"n.o.body can really explain it," he said, "but that"s no wonder. One cannot explain a thunderstorm, but one knows that it is."
"That"s electricity," said Fernando.
"And what"s electricity?"
"A fluid that--"
"Yes; that"s another word. But you can"t get any farther. G.o.d made electricity, or whatever it is, and when you talk about explaining it, you only get to something that is. You know it is, and you can"t get any farther," he repeated.
"Well, that"s true; though science goes beyond you in America."
"But no searching finds out _all_ about G.o.d!" said Felix reverently.
"All we know is that He is so infinitely great and wise, that of course we cannot understand why all He does is right, any more than a private soldier understands his general"s orders."
"And _you--you_," said Fernando, "are content to say you don"t understand."
"Why not?" said Felix.
There was a silence. Fernando seemed to be thinking; Lance gazed from one to the other, as if disappointed that his brother was not more explicit.
"And how do you know it is true?" added Fernando. "I mean, what Lance has been telling me! What makes you sure of it, if you are?"
"_If_ I am !" cried Felix, startled into indignation. "To be sure I am!"
"But how?"
"I _know_ it!" said Felix.
"How?"
"The Bible!" gasped Lance impatiently.
"Ay; so you have said for ever," broke in Fernando; "but what authenticates that?"
"The whole course of history," said Felix. "There is a great chain of evidence, I know, but I never got it up. I can"t tell it you, Fernando, I never wanted it, never even tried to think about the proofs. It is all too sure."
"But wouldn"t a Mahometan say that?" said Fernando.
"If he did, look at the Life of our Lord and of Mahomet together, and see which must be the true prophet--the Way, the Life, the Truth."
"That one could do," said Fernando thoughtfully. "I say" as Felix made a movement as if he thought the subject concluded, "I want to know one thing more. Lance says it is believing all this that makes you--any one I mean--good."
"I don"t know what else should," said Felix, smiling a little; the question seemed to him so absurd.