Clement, meanwhile, did not appear; nor was he seen till the ensuing Monday, when he stood on the threshold of the open door at the Bailey, bewildered at the emptiness of the bed where he had last seen his brother--till a weak voice said, "Here, Clem," and he saw on another of the little old beds a small figure, in a loose soft white silk Indian robe de chambre, the face shrunken into nothing but overhanging brow and purple haloed eyes, though the eyes themselves were smiling welcome in all their native blueness and clearness, and two thin white hands were held out.
"Out of bed, Lance! That is getting on!"
"Yes. They thought I should be cooler, and sleep better for it."
"And are you all alone?" said Clement, hanging over him.
"The maids are about somewhere. Wilmet is gone to the Cathedral, while Jack got me up."
"Then you must be a great deal better."
"Oh yes; I haven"t had any of that horrid fever since Friday."
"And the pain?"
"Better, if I lie quite still and it is not hot, but I couldn"t stand a bit when I tried. I hardly know how Jack carried me here."
"You are little and light enough," said Clement; "but I"ll help to carry you back. I am sorry not to have been here more, Lance, but I was so much wanted at home."
"Thank you, I didn"t want any one. Jack is such a fellow; and Wilmet-- -somehow, Clem, I never seem to have cared enough about W. W."
"Nor I, till I saw what home is like without her," murmured Clement.
"And isn"t she beautiful, too?" added Lance; "it is quite nice to lie and look at her at work. Don"t you think her much better looking than Alda?"
"If handsome is that handsome does," said Clement. "You wouldn"t like me to stay with you instead of Mettie, old chap?"
The helplessly alarmed look of illness came into Lance"s eyes. "Oh no, no; I couldn"t spare Wilmet yet. She doesn"t want to go?"
"No; I have said nothing to her; but Cherry is not well, and everything is at sixes and sevens; but there, never mind," as the tears started into the sick boy"s eyes, "we"ll manage; I should not have said anything about it."
"Please don"t," said Lance. "If she ought to go, let her, and don"t tell me. I can"t help it, Clem; I"m afraid to think if it ought to be, or I should make my head rage, and I should begin to talk nonsense again, and that s worst of all."
"Do you know when you are talking nonsense?" said Clement, surprised, and eager to lead off from the subject he felt he ought not to have broached.
"Oh, yes, I know that it is not the right thing, and the right thing won"t come; and the worst of it is," lowering his already feeble voice, "saving one"s prayers is hardest of all; I can"t remember what I know best. I couldn"t so much as go through the Magnificat if you were to shoot me."
"But holloa! They don"t generally come out of the Cathedral this way, do they?"
"Who?"
"The Bishop! Ay, and the Dean! Speaking to Wilmet. I believe they are coming here. Lie still, Lance."
"I must," he acquiesced, after half raising himself and falling back.
"Oh, can it be about the prize? Some of that stuff on my forehead, please, Clem."
Wilmet came in first, ascertained that all was ready, put an arranging touch to Lance"s pillows, and ushered in the two dignitaries, who shook his languid hand, and asked after him kindly.
"You have put the Chapter into great difficulties by disabling yourself and Harewood," said the Bishop. "What! did you not know that the poor fellow entirely broke down?" as the eager eyes inquired.
"n.o.body would tell me anything about it," said Lance.
"It could not be helped," continued the Bishop, "but the examiners said they felt it a great cruelty when they saw how utterly astray distress rendered him. However, his papers and yours were both so good--his verses especially, and your arithmetic--that it was impossible to reject them, so the decision was put off till my return on Sat.u.r.day."
"We think," said the Dean, who was very old, very gentle, and very slow of speech--"we think, my little fellow, that though there is no doubt that Shapcote did best in the examination, and ought to have the exhibition, yet under the peculiar circ.u.mstances, you and Harewood can be retained as choir scholars for another year, so as to try again. You don"t look sixteen, I"m sure, and we should be sorry to lose your voice."
"I"m only just turned sixteen," said Lance, "only on the 14th of June. Thank you, sir;--thank you, my Lord;" and his face beamed joy, though his words faltered.
"Moreover," proceeded the Bishop, "I have the greatest pleasure in giving the good-conduct prize where, so far as I am able to judge, it has been well deserved."
A perilous flush of joy overspread the pale face; he started up on his elbows, and his eyes danced rapture, as some one at the door handed in the beautiful red morocco quarto of the Cathedral music; and the Bishop, with a fatherly hand making him lie down again, laid the book beside him, as he gasped out something like thanks.
"We are quite convinced that you have deserved it," repeated the Dean, again shaking hands with him, and then taking leave; but the Bishop remained, talking kindly to Clement about Cambridge, and inquiring for Felix; while Wilmet helped Lance"s feeble fingers to turn the thick creamy pages on which he durst not fix his eyes.
Presently the Bishop sat down again, and said, "I have acted on my own judgment in giving you this, my boy. I have seen enough of our choir these six years to know that what caused so much displeasure was certainly not to be laid to your charge."
Lance made an uneasy movement, became alarmingly red, and said in a choked voice, "I don"t know but what it might, my Lord."
"You mean that you knew of this custom of getting out at night through the Cathedral!"
"Yes, my Lord; I found out the way."
There was a silence.
Then the Bishop said, "After this, I can only leave it to your own conscience whether you ought to keep this book; but I think you would do wisely to let me know, remembering that I have no authority in the school."
Lance brightened, and he answered, "My Lord, I did get out once, but only once, and I don"t think I did wrong. It was a long time ago--in the autumn."
"Last autumn! Was it not then that there was a report of a chorister in his shirt sleeves being seen at the Green Man at eleven o"clock at night?"
"That was I, my Lord."
Clement was ready to start forward, under the impression that Lance was talking his "nonsense;" but the Bishop said, "You were named, but n.o.body believed it for a moment."
"One of our little fellows was very ill, my Lord," said Lance, excitement restoring something of his natural briskness. "We thought he was going to have the cholera, and I went to get something for him. The chemists" shops were shut, so I went in there."
"May I ask the question," said the Bishop, rather as if taking a liberty, "why did you not call up Mr. Stokes?"
"We couldn"t, my Lord, for it was all Mr. Shapcote"s swans" eggs. He caught them--three of our least fellows, I mean--jumping at the branches that hung over the river wall, and he blackguar--abused them so that they got into a rage and vowed he shouldn"t have a plum left on the tree. We seniors knew nothing about it; but they got over the wall at dark, and one ate eighty-five and the other eighty-one; but, little d.i.c.k--one of them, I mean--could only get down nineteen, and brought the rest in his pockets. It was the first time such a thing had happened, and it put me in a proper rage. The little one was the one I found out first; and I thought he was sulky, so I licked him till he howled, so that I was afraid I"d done him some dreadful harm, like a regular brute; and when I found it was his inside instead of his outside, I was so glad, I could have done anything for him. But we couldn"t call Stokes, or the poor little chap would have suffered for it three times over."
"That would have been hard measure! And did your remedy succeed?"
"Yes; I think a good deal was fright. He went to sleep on the brandy, and was all right next day."
"And the gentlemen with "the eighty-five and eighty-one suffered no inconvenience, of course!" said his Lordship, much amused. "May I hear how you got out?"
"With Mr. Harewood"s key," said Lance. "He used to keep it on a nail inside the study door, which opens into the pa.s.sage leading into this court, and is never locked."