"Why--mother," said Sally faintly, turning back to Mrs. Hall. "It is Phil, from Australia!"
Mrs. Hall started, and grew pale, and a fit of coughing seized the man with the ragged clothes. "To come home like this!" she said. "O, Philip--are you ill?"
"No, no, mother," replied he impatiently, as soon as he could speak.
"But for G.o.d"s sake how do you come here--and just now too?"
"Well, I am here," said the man. "How it is I hardly know. I"ve come home, mother, because I was driven to it. Things were against me out there, and went from bad to worse."
"Then why didn"t you let us know?--you"ve not writ a line for the last two or three years."
The son admitted sadly that he had not. He said that he had hoped and thought he might fetch up again, and be able to send good news. Then he had been obliged to abandon that hope, and had finally come home from sheer necessity--previously to making a new start. "Yes, things are very bad with me," he repeated, perceiving their commiserating glances at his clothes.
They brought him nearer the fire, took his hat from his thin hand, which was so small and smooth as to show that his attempts to fetch up again had not been in a manual direction. His mother resumed her inquiries, and dubiously asked if he had chosen to come that particular night for any special reason.
For no reason, he told her. His arrival had been quite at random. Then Philip Hall looked round the room, and saw for the first time that the table was laid somewhat luxuriously, and for a larger number than themselves; and that an air of festivity pervaded their dress. He asked quickly what was going on.
"Sally is going to be married in a day or two," replied the mother; and she explained how Mr. Darton, Sally"s intended husband, was coming there that night with the groomsman, Mr. Johns, and other details. "We thought it must be their step when we heard you," said Mrs. Hall.
The needy wanderer looked again on the floor. "I see--I see," he murmured. "Why, indeed, should I have come to-night? Such folk as I are not wanted here at these times, naturally. And I have no business here--spoiling other people"s happiness."
"Phil," said his mother, with a tear in her eye, but with a thinness of lip and severity of manner which were presumably not more than past events justified; "since you speak like that to me, I"ll speak honestly to you. For these three years you have taken no thought for us. You left home with a good supply of money, and strength and education, and you ought to have made good use of it all. But you come back like a beggar; and that you come in a very awkward time for us cannot be denied.
Your return to-night may do us much harm. But mind--you are welcome to this home as long as it is mine. I don"t wish to turn you adrift. We will make the best of a bad job; and I hope you are not seriously ill?"
"O no. I have only this infernal cough."
She looked at him anxiously. "I think you had better go to bed at once,"
she said.
"Well--I shall be out of the way there," said the son wearily. "Having ruined myself, don"t let me ruin you by being seen in these togs, for Heaven"s sake. Who do you say Sally is going to be married to--a Farmer Darton?"
"Yes--a gentleman-farmer--quite a wealthy man. Far better in station than she could have expected. It is a good thing, altogether."
"Well done, little Sal!" said her brother, brightening and looking up at her with a smile. "I ought to have written; but perhaps I have thought of you all the more. But let me get out of sight. I would rather go and jump into the river than be seen here. But have you anything I can drink? I am confoundedly thirsty with my long tramp."
"Yes, yes, we will bring something upstairs to you," said Sally, with grief in her face.
"Ay, that will do nicely. But, Sally and mother--" He stopped, and they waited. "Mother, I have not told you all," he resumed slowly, still looking on the floor between his knees. "Sad as what you see of me is, there"s worse behind."
His mother gazed upon him in grieved suspense, and Sally went and leant upon the bureau, listening for every sound, and sighing. Suddenly she turned round, saying, "Let them come, I don"t care! Philip, tell the worst, and take your time."
"Well, then," said the unhappy Phil, "I am not the only one in this mess.
Would to Heaven I were! But--"
"O, Phil!"
"I have a wife as dest.i.tute as I."
"A wife?" said his mother.
"Unhappily!"
"A wife! Yes, that is the way with sons!"
"And besides--" said he.
"Besides! O, Philip, surely--"
"I have two little children."
"Wife and children!" whispered Mrs. Hall, sinking down confounded.
"Poor little things!" said Sally involuntarily.
His mother turned again to him. "I suppose these helpless beings are left in Australia?"
"No. They are in England."
"Well, I can only hope you"ve left them in a respectable place."
"I have not left them at all. They are here--within a few yards of us.
In short, they are in the stable."
"Where?"
"In the stable. I did not like to bring them indoors till I had seen you, mother, and broken the bad news a bit to you. They were very tired, and are resting out there on some straw."
Mrs. Hall"s fort.i.tude visibly broke down. She had been brought up not without refinement, and was even more moved by such a collapse of genteel aims as this than a substantial dairyman"s widow would in ordinary have been moved. "Well, it must be borne," she said, in a low voice, with her hands tightly joined. "A starving son, a starving wife, starving children! Let it be. But why is this come to us now, to-day, to-night?
Could no other misfortune happen to helpless women than this, which will quite upset my poor girl"s chance of a happy life? Why have you done us this wrong, Philip? What respectable man will come here, and marry open- eyed into a family of vagabonds?"
"Nonsense, mother!" said Sally vehemently, while her face flushed.
"Charley isn"t the man to desert me. But if he should be, and won"t marry me because Phil"s come, let him go and marry elsewhere. I won"t be ashamed of my own flesh and blood for any man in England--not I!" And then Sally turned away and burst into tears.
"Wait till you are twenty years older and you will tell a different tale," replied her mother.
The son stood up. "Mother," he said bitterly, "as I have come, so I will go. All I ask of you is that you will allow me and mine to lie in your stable to-night. I give you my word that we"ll be gone by break of day, and trouble you no further!"
Mrs. Hall, the mother, changed at that. "O no," she answered hastily; "never shall it be said that I sent any of my own family from my door.
Bring "em in, Philip, or take me out to them."
"We will put "em all into the large bedroom," said Sally, brightening, "and make up a large fire. Let"s go and help them in, and call Rebekah."
(Rebekah was the woman who a.s.sisted at the dairy and housework; she lived in a cottage hard by with her husband, who attended to the cows.)
Sally went to fetch a lantern from the back-kitchen, but her brother said, "You won"t want a light. I lit the lantern that was hanging there."
"What must we call your wife?" asked Mrs. Hall.
"Helena," said Philip.