He is pinioned from behind by a vigorous hand, and a voice he knows cries in his ear--"Help, Bill, or you"ll be shot!"
The gun goes off in the scuffle, but hurts n.o.body, and Lee running up, George finds the tables completely turned, and himself lying, after a few desperate struggles, helplessly pinioned on the ground.
d.i.c.k had merely blinded him by appearing to go to Exeter. They both thought it likely that he would attack Lee, but neither supposed he would have stolen on him so treacherously. d.i.c.k had just noticed him in time, and sprung upon him, or Lee"s troubles would have been over for ever.
"You treacherous young sweep, you shall hang for this," were Lee"s first words. "Ten thousand pounds would not save you now. d.i.c.k, you"re a jewel. If I had listened to you, I shouldn"t have trusted my life to the murdering vagabond. I"ll remember to-night, my boy, as long as I live."
Although it appeared at first that ten thousand pounds would not prevent Lee handing George over to justice, yet, after a long and stormy argument, it appeared that the lesser sum of five hundred would be amply sufficient to stay any ulterior proceedings, provided the money was forthcoming in a week. So that ultimately George found himself at liberty again, and, to his great astonishment, in higher spirits than he could have expected.
"At all events," said he to himself, as he limped back, lame and bruised, "I have not got THAT on my mind. Even if this other thing was found out, there is a chance of getting off. Surely my own father wouldn"t prosecute--though I wouldn"t like to trust to it, unless I got Madge on my side."
His father, I think I have mentioned, was too blind to read, and George used to keep all his accounts; so that nothing would seem at first to look more easy than to imitate his father"s signature, and obtain what money he wished. But George knew well that the old man was often in the habit of looking through his banker"s book, with the a.s.sistance of Madge, so that he was quite unsafe without her. His former embezzlement he had kept secret, by altering some figure in the banker"s book; but this next one, of such a much larger amount, he felt somewhat anxious about. He, however, knew his woman well, and took his measures accordingly.
On the day mentioned, he met Lee, and gave him the money agreed on; and having received his a.s.surances that he valued his life too much to trouble him any more, saw him depart, fully expecting that he should have another application at an early date; under which circ.u.mstances, he thought he would take certain precautions which should be conclusive.
But he saw Lee no more. No more for many, many years. But how and when they met again, and who came off best in the end, this tale will truly and sufficiently set forth hereafter.
Chapter VII
MAJOR BUCKLEY GIVES HIS OPINION ON TROUT-FISHING, ON EMIGRATION, AND ON GEORGE HAWKER.
Spring had come again, after a long wet winter, and every orchard-hollow blushed once more with appleblossoms. In warm sheltered southern valleys hedges were already green, and even the tall hedgerow-elms began, day after day, to grow more shady and dense.
It was a bright April morning, about ten o"clock, when Mary Thornton, throwing up her father"s studywindow from the outside, challenged him to come out and take a walk; and John, getting his hat and stick, immediately joined her in front of the house.
"Where is your aunt, my love?" said John.
"She is upstairs," said Mary. "I will call her."
She began throwing gravel at one of the upper windows, and crying out, "Auntie! Auntie!"
The sash was immediately thrown (no, that is too violent a word--say lifted) up, and a beautiful old lady"s face appeared at the window.
"My love," it said, in a small, soft voice, "pray be careful of the windows. Did you want anything, my dear?"
"I want you out for a walk, Auntie; so come along."
"Certainly, my love. Brother, have you got your thick kerchief in your pocket?"
"No," said the Vicar, "I have not, and I don"t mean to have."
Commencement of a sore-throat lecture from the window, cut short by the Vicar, who says,--
"My dear, I shall be late if you don"t come;" (jesuitically on his part, for he was going nowhere.)
So she comes accordingly, as sweet-looking an old maid as ever you saw in your life. People have no right to use up such beautiful women as governesses. It"s a sheer waste of material. Miss Thornton had been a governess all her life; and now, at the age of five-and-forty, had come to keep her brother"s house for him, add her savings to his, and put the finishingtouch on Mary"s somewhat rough education.
"My love," said she, "I have brought you your gloves."
"Oh, indeed, Auntie, I won"t wear them," said Mary. "I couldn"t be plagued with gloves. n.o.body wears them here."
"Mrs. Buckley wears them, and it would relieve my mind if you were to put them on, my dear. I fear my lady"s end was accelerated by, unfortunately, in her last illness, catching sight of Lady Kate"s hands after she had been a.s.sisting her brother to pick green walnuts."
Mary was always on the eve of laughing at these aristocratic recollections of her aunt; and to her credit be it said, she always restrained herself, though with great difficulty. She, so wildly brought up, without rule or guidance in feminine matters, could not be brought to comprehend that prim line-and-rule life, of which her aunt was the very impersonation. Nevertheless, she heard what Miss Thornton had to say with respect; and if ever she committed an extreme GAUCHERIE, calculated to set her aunt"s teeth on edge, she always discovered what was the matter, and mended it as far as she was able.
They stood on the lawn while the glove controversy was going on, and a glorious prospect there was that bright spring morning. In one direction the eye was carried down a long, broad, and rich vale, intersected by a gleaming river, and all the way down set thick with hamlet, farm, and church. In the dim soft distance rose the two ma.s.sive towers of a cathedral, now filling all the countryside with the gentle melody of their golden-toned bells, while beyond them, in the misty south, there was a gleam in the horizon, showing where the sky
"Dipped down to sea and sands."
"It"s as soft and quiet as a Sunday," said the Vicar; "and what a fishing day! I have half a mind--Hallo! look here."
The exclamation was caused by the appearance on the walk of a very tall and n.o.ble-looking man, about thirty, leading a grey pony, on which sat a beautiful woman with a child in her arms. Our party immediately moved forward to meet them, and a most friendly greeting took place on both sides, Mary at once taking possession of the child.
This was Major Buckley and his wife Agnes. I mentioned before that, after Clere was sold, the Major had taken a cottage in Drumston, and was a constant visitor on the Vicar; generally calling for the old gentleman to come fishing or shooting, and leaving his wife and his little son Samuel in the company of Mary and Miss Thornton.
"I have come, Vicar, to take you out fishing," said he. "Get your rod and come. A capital day. Why, here"s the Doctor."
So there was, standing among them before any one had noticed him.
"I announce," said he, "that I shall accept the most agreeable invitation that any one will give me. What are you going to do, Major?"
"Going fishing."
"Ah! and you, madam?" turning to Miss Thornton.
"I am going to see Mrs. Lee, who has a low fever, poor thing."
"Which Mrs. Lee, madam?"
"Mrs. Lee of Eyford."
"And which Mrs. Lee of Eyford, madam?"
"Mrs. James Lee."
"Junior or senior?" persevered the doctor.
"Junior," replied Miss Thornton, laughing.
"Ah!" said the Doctor, "now we have it. I would suggest that all the Mrs. Lees in the parish should have a ticket with a number on it, like the VOITURIERS. Buckley, lay it before the quarter-sessions. If you say the idea came from a foreigner, they would adopt it immediately. Miss Thornton, I will do myself the honour of accompanying you, and examining the case."
So the ladies went off with the Doctor, while the Vicar and Major Buckley turned to go fishing.