"Jim, my boy," I answered, "I love you like a brother. What is it?"
"I have no secrets from you, Jeff," he said; "so I don"t mind telling you." Another hesitation! I grew rather anxious. "What the deuce is coming?" I thought. "What can she have been up to? Go on, old fellow,"
I added aloud; "let"s hear all about it."
He stood at the end of the room, looking rather sheepish. "Why, the fact is, old fellow, that I begin to suspect that I have outlived any little attachment I had in that quarter. I"ve been staying in the house two months with her, you see; and, in fact!--in fact!"--here he brought up short again.
"James Stockbridge," I said, sitting up in bed, "you atrocious humbug; two months ago you informed me, with a sigh like a groggy pair of bellows, that her image could only be effaced from your heart by death.
You have seduced me, whose only fault was loving you too well to part with you, into coming sixteen thousand miles to a barbarous land, far from kindred and country, on the plea that your blighted affections made England less endurable than--France, I"ll say for argument;--and, now having had two months" opportunity of studying the character of the beloved one, you coolly inform me that the whole thing was a mistake. I repeat that you are a humbug."
"If you don"t hold your tongue, and that quick," he replied, "I"ll send this boot at your ugly head. Now, then!"
I ducked, fully expecting it was coming, and laughed silently under the bed-clothes. I was very happy to hear this--I was very happy to hear that a man, whom I really liked so well, had got the better of a pa.s.sion for a woman who I knew was utterly incapable of being to him what his romantic high-flown notions required a wife to be. "If this happy result," I said to myself, "can be rendered the more sure by ridicule, that shall not be wanting. Meanwhile, I will sue for peace, and see how it came about."
I rose again and saw he had got his other boot half off, and was watching for me. "Jim," said I, "you ain"t angry because I laughed at you, are you?"
"Angry!" he answered. "I am never angry with you, and you know it. I"ve been a fool, and I ought to be laughed at."
"Pooh!" said I, "no more a fool than other men have been before you, from father Adam downwards."
"And he was a most con--"
"There," I interrupted: "don"t abuse your ancestors. Tell me why you have changed your mind so quick?"
"That"s a precious hard thing to do, mind you;" he answered. "A thousand trifling circ.u.mstances, which taken apart are as worthless straws, when they are bound up together become a respectable truss, which is marketable, and ponderable. So it is with little traits in Mary"s character, which I have only noticed lately, nothing separately, yet when taken together, to say the least, different to what I had imagined while my eyes were blinded. To take one instance among fifty; there"s her cousin Tom, one of the finest fellows that ever stepped; but still I don"t like to see her, a married woman, allowing him to pull her hair about, and twist flowers in it."
This was very true, but I thought that if James instead of Tom had been allowed the privilege of decorating her hair, he might have looked on it with different eyes. James, I saw, cared too little about her to be very jealous, and so I saw that there was no fear of any coolness between him and Troubridge, which was a thing to be rejoiced at, as it would have been a terrible blow on our little society, and which I feared at one time that evening would have been the case.
"Jim," said I, "I have got something to tell you. Do you know, I believe there is some mystery about Doctor Mulhaus."
"He is a walking mystery," said Jim; "but he is a n.o.ble good fellow, though unhappily a frog-eater."
"Ah! but I believe Miss Thornton knows it."
"Very like," said Jim, yawning.
"I told him all the conversation I overheard that evening."
"Are you sure she said "the king"?" he asked.
"Quite sure," I said; "now, what do you make of it?"
"I make this of it," he said: "that it is no earthly business of ours, or we should have been informed of it; and if I were you, I wouldn"t breathe a word of it to any mortal soul, or let the Doctor suspect that you overheard anything. Secrets where kings are concerned are precious sacred things, old Jeff. Good night!"
Chapter XXII
SAM BUCKLEY"S EDUCATION.
This narrative which I am now writing is neither more nor less than an account of what befell certain of my acquaintances during a period extending over nearly, or quite, twenty years, interspersed, and let us hope embellished, with descriptions of the country in which these circ.u.mstances took place, and ill.u.s.trated by conversations well known to me by frequent repet.i.tion, selected as throwing light upon the characters of the persons concerned. Episodes there are, too, which I have thought it worth while to introduce as being more or less interesting, as bearing on the manners of a country but little known, out of which materials it is difficult to select those most proper to make my tale coherent; yet such has been my object, neither to dwell on the one hand unnecessarily on the more unimportant pa.s.sages, nor on the other hand to omit anything which may be supposed to bear on the general course of events.
Now, during all the time above mentioned, I, Geoffry Hamlyn, have happened to lead a most uninteresting, and with few exceptions prosperous existence. I was but little concerned, save as a hearer, in the catalogue of exciting accidents and offences which I chronicle. I have looked on with the deepest interest at the lovemaking, and ended a bachelor; I have witnessed the fighting afar off, only joining the battle when I could not help it, yet I am a steady old fogey, with a mortal horror of a disturbance of any sort. I have sat drinking with the wine-bibbers, and yet at sixty my hand is as steady as a rock.
Money has come to me by mere acc.u.mulation; I have taken more pains to spend it than to make it; in short, all through my life"s drama, I have been a spectator, and not an actor, and so in this story I shall keep myself as much as possible in the background, only appearing personally when I cannot help it.
Acting on this resolve I must now make my CONGE, and bid you farewell for a few years, and go back to those few sheep which James Stockbridge and I own in the wilderness, and continue the history of those who are more important than myself. I must push on too, for there is a long period of dull stupid prosperity coming to our friends at Baroona and Toonarbin, which we must get over as quickly as is decent. Little Sam Buckley also, though at present a most delightful child, will soon be a mere uninteresting boy. We must teach him to read and write, and ride, and what not, as soon as possible, and see if we can"t find a young lady--well, I won"t antic.i.p.ate, but go on. Go on, did I say?--jump on, rather--two whole years at once.
See Baroona now. Would you know it? I think not. That hut where we spent the pleasant Christmas-day you know of is degraded into the kitchen, and seems moved backward, although it stands in the same place, for a new house is built nearer the river, quite overwhelming the old slab hut in its grandeur--a long low wooden house, with deep cool verandahs all round, already festooned with pa.s.sion-flowers, and young grapevines, and fronted by a flower garden, all a-blaze with petunias and geraniums.
It was a summer evening, and all the French windows reaching to the ground were open to admit the cool south wind, which had just come up, deliciously icily cold after a scorching day. In the verandah sat the Major and the Doctor over their claret (for the Major had taken to dining late again now, to his great comfort), and in the garden were Mrs. Buckley and Sam watering the flowers, attended by a man who drew water from a new-made reservoir near the house.
"I think, Doctor," said the Major, "that the habit of dining in the middle of the day is a gross abuse of the gifts of Providence, and I"ll prove it to you. What does a man dine for?--answer me that."
"To satisfy his hunger, I should say," answered the Doctor.
"Pooh! pooh! stuff and nonsense, my good friend," said the Major; "you are speaking at random. I suppose you will say, then, that a black fellow is capable of dining?"
"Highly capable, as far as I can judge from what I have seen," replied the Doctor. "A full-grown fighting black would be ashamed if he couldn"t eat a leg of mutton at a sitting."
"And you call that DINING?" said the Major. "I call it gorging. Why, those fellows are more uncomfortable after food than before. I have seen them sitting close before the fire and rubbing their stomachs with mutton fat to reduce the swelling. Ha! ha! ha!--dining, eh? Oh, Lord!"
"Then if you don"t dine to satisfy your hunger, what the deuce do you eat dinners for at all?" asked the Doctor.
"Why," said the Major, spreading his legs out before him with a benign smile, and leaning back in his chair, "I eat my dinner, not so much for the sake of the dinner itself, as for the after-dinnerish feeling which follows: a feeling that you have nothing to do, and that if you had you"d be shot if you"d do it. That, to return to where I started from, is why I won"t dine in in the middle of the day."
"If that is the way you feel after dinner, I certainly wouldn"t."
"All the most amiable feelings in the human breast," continued the Major, "are brought out in their full perfection by dinner. If a fellow were to come to me now and ask me to lend him ten pounds, I"d do it, provided, you know, that he would fetch out the cheque-book and pen and ink."
"Laziness is nothing," said the Doctor, "unless well carried out. I only contradicted you, however, to draw you out; I agree entirely. Do you know, my friend, I am getting marvellously fond of this climate."
"So am I. But then you know, Doctor, that we are sheltered from the north wind here by the snow-ranges. The summer in Sydney, now, is perfectly infernal. The dust is so thick you can"t see your hand before you."
"So I believe," said the Doctor. "By the bye, I got a new b.u.t.terfly to-day; rather an event, mind you, here, where there are so few."
"What is he?"
"An Hipparchia," said the Doctor, "Sam saw him first and gave chase."
"You seem to be making quite a naturalist of my boy, Doctor. I am sincerely obliged to you. If we can make him take to that sort of thing it may keep him out of much mischief."
"He will never get into much," said the Doctor, "unless I am mistaken; he is the most docile child I ever came across. It is a pleasure to be with him. What are you going to do with him?"
"He must go to school, I am afraid," said the Major with a sigh, "I can"t bring my heart to part with him; but his mother has taught him all she knows, so I suppose he must go to school and fight, and get flogged, and come home with a pipe in his mouth, and an oath on his lips, with his education completed. I don"t fancy his staying here among these convict servants, when he is old enough to learn mischief."
"He"ll learn as much mischief at a colonial school, I expect," said the Doctor, "and more too. All the evil he hears from these fellows will be like the water on a duck"s back; whereas, if you send him to school in a town, he"ll learn a dozen vices he"ll never hear of here. Get him a tutor."
"That is easier said than done, Doctor. It is very hard to get a respectable tutor in the colony."