"Don"t, mother!"
"But you can." The tears in her eyes answered his at once.
She turned to his father. "Tell him!"
"Yes, my boy, you can go," said Mr. Raymond; "that is, if you can win a scholarship. Your mother and I have been talking it over."
"But--" Taffy began, and could get no further.
"We have money enough--with care," said Mr. Raymond.
But the boy"s eyes were on his mother. Her cheeks, usually so pale, were flushed; but she turned her face away and walked slowly back to her chair. "The lace-work," he heard her say: "I have been saving-- from the beginning--"
"For this?" He followed and took her hand. With the other she covered her eyes; but nodded.
"O mother--mother!" He knelt and let his brow drop on her lap.
She ceased to weep; her palms rested on his bowed head, but now and then her body shook. And but for the ticking of the tall clock there was silence in the room.
It was wonderful; and the wonder of it grew when they recovered themselves and fell to discussing their plans. In spite of his idolatry, Mr. Raymond could not help remembering certain slights which he, a poor miller"s son, had undergone at Christ Church.
He had chosen Magdalen, which Taffy knew to be the most beautiful of all the colleges; and the news that his name had been entered on the college books for years past gave him a delicious shock. It was now July. He would matriculate in the October term, and in January enter for a demyship. But (the marvels followed so fast on each other"s heels) there would be an examination held in ten days" time--actually in ten days" time--a "certificate" examination, Mr. Raymond called it--which would excuse the boy not only the ordinary Matriculation test, but Responsions too. And, in short, Taffy was to pack his box and go.
"But the subjects?"
"You have been reading them and the prescribed books for four months past. And I have had sets of the old papers by me for a guide.
Your mathematics are shaky--but I think you should do well enough."
It was now Humility"s turn, and the discussion plunged among shirts and collars. Never had evening been so happy; and whether they talked of mathematics or of collars, Taffy could not help observing how from time to time his father"s and mother"s eyes would meet and say, as plainly as words, "We have done rightly." "Yes, we have done rightly."
And the wonder of it remained next morning, when he awoke to a changed world and took down his books with a new purpose.
Already his box had been carried into old Mrs. Venning"s room, and his mother and grandmother were busy, the one packing and repacking, the other making a new and important suggestion every minute.
He was to go up alone, and to lodge in Trinity College, where an old friend of Mr. Raymond"s, a resident fellow just then abroad and spending his Long Vacation in the Tyrol, had placed his own room at the boy"s service.
To see Oxford--to be lodging in college! He had to hug his mother in the midst of her packing.
"You will be going by the Great Western," she said. "You won"t be seeing Honiton on your way."
When the great morning came, Mr. Raymond travelled with him in the van to Truro, to see him off. Humility went upstairs to her mother"s room, and the two women prayed together--
"They also serve who only stand and wait."
CHAPTER XIX.
OXFORD.
"Know you her secret none can utter?
Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown?"
"Eight o"clock, sir!"
Taffy heard the voice speaking above a noise which his dreams confused with the rattle of yesterday"s journey. He was still in the train, rushing through the rich levels of Somersetshire. He saw the broad horizon, the cattle at pasture, the bridges and flagged pools flying past the window--and sat up rubbing his eyes. Blenkiron, the scout, stood between him and the morning sunshine emptying a can of water into the tub beside his bed.
Blenkiron wore a white waistcoat and a tie of orange and blue, the colours of the College Servants" Cricket Club. These were signs of the Long Vacation. For the rest his presence would have become an archdeacon; and he guided Taffy"s choice of a breakfast with an air which suggested the hand of iron beneath the glove of velvet.
"And begging your pardon, sir, but will you be lunching in?"
Taffy would consult Mr. Blenkiron"s convenience.
"The fact is, sir, we"ve arranged to play Teddy "All this afternoon at Cowley, and the drag starts at one-thirty sharp."
"Then I"ll get my lunch out of college," said Taffy, wondering who Teddy Hall might be.
"I thank you, sir. I had, indeed, took the liberty of telling the manciple that you was not a gentleman to give more trouble than you could "elp. Fried sole, pot of tea, toast, pot of blackberry jam, commons of bread--" Mr. Blenkiron disappeared.
Taffy sprang out of bed and ran to the open window in the next room.
The gardens lay below him--smooth turf flanked with a border of gay flowers, flanked on the other side with yews, and beyond the yews with an avenue of limes, and beyond these with tall elms. A straight gravelled walk divided the turf. At the end of it two yews of magnificent spread guarded a great iron gate. Beyond these the chimneys and battlements of Wadham College stood grey against the pale eastern sky, and over them the larks were singing.
So this was Oxford; more beautiful than all his dreams! And since his examination would not begin until to-morrow, he had a whole long day to make acquaintance with her. Half a dozen times he, had to interrupt his dressing to run and gaze out of the window, skipping back when he heard Blenkiron"s tread on the staircase. And at breakfast again he must jump up and examine the door. Yes, there was a second door outside--a heavy _oak_-just as his father had described. What stories had he heard about these oaks! He was handling this one almost idolatrously when Blenkiron appeared suddenly at the head of the stairs. Blenkiron was good enough to explain at some length how the door worked, while Taffy, who did not need his instruction in the least, blushed to the roots of his hair.
For, indeed, it was like first love, this adoration of Oxford; shamefast, shy of its own raptures; so shy, indeed, that when he put on his hat and walked out into the streets he could not pluck up courage to ask his way. Some of the colleges he recognised from his father"s description; of one or two he discovered the names by peeping through their gateways and reading the notices pinned up by the porters" lodges, for it never occurred to him that he was free to step inside and ramble through the quadrangles. He wondered where the river lay, and where Magdalen, and where Christ Church.
He pa.s.sed along the Turl and down Brasenose Lane; and at the foot of it, beyond the great chestnut-tree leaning over Exeter wall, the vision of n.o.ble square, the dome of the Radcliffe, and St. Mary"s spire caught his breath and held him gasping. His feet took him by the gate of Brasenose and across the High. On the farther pavement he halted, round-eyed, held at gaze by the beauty of the Virgin"s porch, with the creeper drooping like a veil over its twisted pillars.
High up, white pigeons wheeled round the spire or fluttered from niche to niche, and a queer fancy took him that they were the souls of the carved saints up there, talking to one another above the city"s traffic. At length he withdrew his eyes, and reading the name "Oriel Street" on an angle of the wall above him, pa.s.sed down a narrow by-lane in search of further wonders.
The clocks were striking three when, after regaining the High and lunching at a pastrycook"s, Taffy turned down into St. Aldates and recognised Tom Tower ahead of him. The great gates were closed.
Through the open wicket he had a glimpse of green turf and an idle fountain; and while he peered in, a jolly-looking porter stepped out of the lodge for a breath of air and nodded in the friendliest manner.
"You can walk through if you want to. Were you looking for anyone?"
"No," said Taffy, and explained proudly, "My father used to be at Christ Church."
The porter seemed interested. "What name?" he asked.
"Raymond."
"That must have been before my time. I suppose you"ll be wanting to see the Cathedral. That"s the door--right opposite."
Taffy thanked him and walked across the great empty quadrangle.
Within the Cathedral the organ was sounding and pausing, and from time to time a boy"s voice broke in upon the music like a flute, the pure treble rising to the roof as though it were the very voice of the building, and every pillar sustained its pet.i.tion, "_Lord have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts to keep this law!_"
Neither organist nor chorister was visible, and Taffy tiptoed along the aisles in dread of disturbing them. For the moment this voice adoring in the n.o.ble building expressed to him the completest, the most perfect thing in life. All his own boyish handiwork, remember, under his father"s eye had been guided toward the worship of G.o.d.
". . . _And incline our hearts to keep this law_." The music ceased. He heard the organist speaking, up in the loft; criticising, no doubt: and it reminded him somehow of the small sounds of home and his mother moving about her housework in the hush between breakfast and noon.
He stepped out into the sunlight again, and wandering through archway and cloister found himself at length beyond the college walls and at the junction of two avenues of elms, between the trunks of which shone the acres of a n.o.ble meadow, level and green. The avenues ran at a right angle, east and south; the one old, with trees of magnificent girth, the other new and interset with poplars.
Taffy stood irresolute. One of these avenues, he felt sure, must lead to the river; but which?