"Tom Beer dead? One of the finest fellows in the town! And I never sent for?"
"Don"t speak so loud, or they will hear you. I had no time to send for you; and if I had, I should not have sent, for he was past attending to you from the first. He brought it with him, I suppose, from C----. Had had warnings for a week, and neglected them. Now listen to me: that man was but two hours ill; as sharp a case as I ever saw, even in the West Indies. You must summon up all your good sense, and play the man for a fortnight; for it"s coming on the poor souls like h.e.l.l!" said Tom between his teeth, and stamped his foot upon the ground. Frank had never seen him show so much feeling; he fancied he could see tears glistening in his eyes.
"I will, so help me G.o.d!" said Frank.
Tom held out his hand, and grasped Frank"s.
"I know you will. You"re all right at heart. Only mind three things: don"t frighten them; don"t tire yourself; don"t go about on an empty stomach; and then we can face the worst like men. And now go in, and say nothing to these people. If they take a panic we shall have some of them down to-night as sure as fate. Go in, keep quiet, persuade them to bolt anywhere on earth by daylight to-morrow. Then go home, eat a good supper, and come across to me; and if I"m out, I"ll leave word where."
Frank went back again; he found Campbell, who had had his cue from Tom, urging immediate removal as strongly as he could, without declaring the extent of the danger. Valencia was for sending instantly for a fly to the nearest town, and going to stay at a watering-place some forty miles off. Elsley was willing enough at heart, but hesitated; he knew not, at the moment, poor fellow, where to find the money. His wife knew that she could borrow of Valencia; but she, too, was against the place. The cholera would be in the air for miles round. The journey in the hot sun would make the children sick and ill; and watering-place lodgings were such horrid holes, never ventilated, and full of smells--people caught fevers at them so often. Valencia was inclined to treat this as "mother"s nonsense;" but Major Campbell said gravely, that Mrs. Vavasour was perfectly right as to fact, and her arguments full of sound reason; whereon Valencia said that "of course if Lucia thought it, Major Campbell would prove it; and there was no arguing with such Solons as he--"
Which Elsley heard, and ground his teeth. Whereon little Scoutbush cried joyfully,--
"I have it; why not go by sea? Take the yacht, and go! Where? Of course I have it again. "Pon my word I"m growing clever, Valencia, in spite of all your prophecies. Go up the Welsh coast. Nothing so healthy and airy as a sea-voyage: sea as smooth as a mill-pond, too, and likely to be.
And then land, if you like, at Port Madoc, as I meant to do; and there are my rooms at Beddgelert lying empty. Engaged them a week ago, thinking I should be there by now; so you may as well keep them aired for me. Come, Valencia, pack up your millinery! Lucia, get the cradles ready, and we"ll have them all on board by twelve. Capital plan, Vavasour, isn"t if? and, by Jove, what stunning poetry you will write there under Snowdon!"
"But will you not want your rooms yourself, Lord Scoutbush?" said Elsley.
"My dear fellow, never mind me. I shall go across the country, I think, see an old friend, and get some otter-hunting. Don"t think of me, till you"re there, and then send the yacht back for me. She must be doing something, you know; and the men are only getting drunk every day here.
Come--no arguing about it, or I shall turn you all out of doors into the lane, eh?"
And the little fellow laughed so good-naturedly, that Elsley could not help liking him: and feeling that he would be both a fool, and cruel to his family, if he refused so good an offer, he gave in to the scheme, and went out to arrange matters: while Scoutbush went out into the hall with Campbell, and scrambled into his pea-jacket, to go off to the yacht that moment.
"You"ll see to them, there"s a good fellow," as they lighted their cigars at the door. "That Vavasour is greener than gra.s.s, you know, _tant pis_ for my poor sister."
"I am not going."
"Not going?"
"Certainly not; so my rooms will be at their service; and you had much better escort them yourself. It will be much less disagreeable for Vavasour, who knows nothing of commanding sailors," or himself, thought the Major, "than finding himself master of your yacht in your absence, and you will get your fishing as you intended."
"But why are you going to stay?"
"Oh, I have not half done with the sea-beasts here. I found too new ones yesterday."
"Quaint old beetle-hunter you are, for a man who has fought in half-a-dozen battles!" and Scoutbush walked on silently for five minutes.
Suddenly he broke out--
"I cannot! By George, I cannot; and what"s more, I won"t!"
"What?"
"Run away. It will look so--so cowardly, and there"s the truth of it, before those fine fellows down there: and just as I am come among them, too! The commander-in-chief to turn tail at the first shot! Though I can"t be of any use, I know, and I should have liked a fortnight"s fishing so," said he in a dolorous voice, "before going to be eaten up with flies at Varna--for this Crimean expedition is all moonshine."
"Don"t be too sure of that," said Campbell. "We shall go; and some of us who go will never come back, Freddy. I know those Russians better than many, and I have been talking them over lately with Thurnall, who has been in their service."
"Has he been at Sevastopol?"
"No. Almost the only place on earth where he has not been: but from all he says, and from all I know, we are undervaluing our foes, as usual, and shall smart for it!"
"We"ll lick them, never fear!"
"Yes; but not at the first round. Scoutbush, your life has been child"s play as yet. You are going now to see life in earnest,--the sort of life which average people have been living, in every age and country, since Adam"s fall; a life of sorrow and danger, tears and blood, mistake, confusion, and perplexity; and you will find it a very new sensation; and, at first, a very ugly one. All the more reason for doing what good deeds you can before you go; for you may have no time left to do any on the other side of the sea."
Scoutbush was silent awhile.
"Well; I"m afraid of nothing, I hope: only I wish one could meet this cholera face to face, as one will those Russians, with a good sword in one"s hand, and a good horse between one"s knees; and have a chance of giving him what he brings, instead of being kicked off by the cowardly Rockite, no one knows how; and not even from behind a turf d.y.k.e, but out of the very clouds."
"So we all say, in every battle, Scoutbush. Who ever sees the man who sent the bullet through him? And yet we fight on. Do you not think the greatest terror, the only real terror, in any battle, is the chance shot? which come from no one knows where, and hit no man can guess whom?
If you go to the Crimea, as you will, you will feel what I felt at the Cape, and Cabul, and the Punjab, twenty times,--the fear of dying like a dog, one knew not how."
"And yet I"ll fight, Campbell!"
"Of course you will, and take your chance. Do so now!"
"By Jove, Campbell--I always say it--you"re the most sensible man I ever met; and, by Jove, the doctor comes the next. My sister shall have the yacht, and I"ll go up to Penalva."
"You will do two good deeds at once, then," said the Major. "You will do what is right, and you will give heart to many a poor wretch here.
Believe me, Scoutbush, you will never repent of this."
"By Jove, it always does one good to hear you talk in that way, Campbell! One feels--I don"t know--so much of a man when one is with you; not that I shan"t take uncommonly good care of myself, old fellow; that is but fair: but as for running away, as I said, why--why--why I can"t, and so I won"t!"
"By the by," said the Major, "there is one thing which I have forgotten, and which they will never recollect. Is the yacht victualled--with fresh meat and green stuff, I mean?"
"Whew--w--"
"I will go back, borrow a lantern, and forage in the garden, like an old campaigner. I have cut a salad with my sword before now."
"And made it in your helmet, with maca.s.sar sauce?" And the two went their ways.
Meanwhile, before they had left the room, a notable conversation had been going on between Valencia and Headley.
Headley had re-entered the room so much paler than he went out, that everybody noticed his altered looks. Valencia chose to attribute them to fear.
"So! Are you returned from the sick man already, Mr. Headley?" asked she, in a marked tone.
"I have been forbidden by the doctor to go near him at present, Miss St.
Just," said he quietly, but in a sort of under-voice, which hinted that he wished her to ask no more questions. A shade pa.s.sed over her forehead, and she began chatting rather noisily to the rest of the party, till Elsley, her brother, and Campbell went out.
Valencia looked up at him, expecting him to go too. Mrs. Vavasour began bustling about the room, collecting little valuables, and looking over her shoulders at the now unwelcome guest. But Frank leaned back in a cosy arm-chair, and did not stir. His hands were clasped on his knees; he seemed lost in thought; very pale: but there was a firm set look about his lips which attracted Valencia"s attention. Once he looked up in Valencia"s face, and saw that she was looking at him. A flush came over his cheeks for a moment, and then he seemed as impa.s.sive as ever.
What could he want there! How very gauche and rude of him; so unlike him, too! And she said, civilly enough, to him, "I fear, Mr. Headley, we must begin packing up now."
"I fear you must, indeed," answered he, as if starting from a dream. He spoke in a tone, and with a look, which made both the women start; for what they meant it was impossible to doubt.
"I fear you must. I have foreseen it a long time; and so, I fear (and he rose from his seat), must I, unless I mean to be very rude. You will at least take away with you the knowledge, that you have given to one person"s existence, at least for a few weeks, pleasure more intense than he thought earth could hold."
"I trust that pretty compliment was meant for me," said Lucia, half playful, half reproving.