How is it that you are become so formal all on a sudden, leaving cards, instead of awaiting our return? Fie for shame! If you had seen the faces of disappointment that I did when the horrid little bits of pasteboard were displayed to our view, you would not have borne malice against me so long; for it is really punishing others as well as my naughty self. If you will come to-morrow--as early as you like--and lunch with us, I"ll own I was cross, and acknowledge myself a penitent.--Yours ever,
HYACINTH C. K. GIBSON.
There was no resisting this, even if there had not been strong inclination to back up the pretty words. Roger went, and Mrs. Gibson caressed and petted him in her sweetest, silkiest manner. Cynthia looked lovelier than ever to him for the slight restriction that had been laid for a time on their intercourse. She might be gay and sparkling with Osborne; with Roger she was soft and grave.
Instinctively she knew her men. She saw that Osborne was only interested in her because of her position in a family with whom he was intimate; that his friendship was without the least touch of sentiment; and that his admiration was only the warm criticism of an artist for unusual beauty. But she felt how different Roger"s relation to her was. To him she was _the_ one, alone, peerless. If his love was prohibited, it would be long years before he could sink down into tepid friendship; and to him her personal loveliness was only one of the many charms that made him tremble into pa.s.sion.
Cynthia was not capable of returning such feelings; she had had too little true love in her life, and perhaps too much admiration to do so; but she appreciated this honest ardour, this loyal worship that was new to her experience. Such appreciation, and such respect for his true and affectionate nature, gave a serious tenderness to her manner to Roger, which allured him with a fresh and separate grace.
Molly sate by, and wondered how it would all end, or, rather, how soon it would all end, for she thought that no girl could resist such reverent pa.s.sion; and on Roger"s side there could be no doubt--alas!
there could be no doubt. An older spectator might have looked far ahead, and thought of the question of pounds, shillings, and pence.
Where was the necessary income for a marriage to come from? Roger had his Fellowship now, it is true; but the income of that would be lost if he married; he had no profession, and the life interest of the two or three thousand pounds that he inherited from his mother, belonged to his father. This older spectator might have been a little surprised at the _empress.e.m.e.nt_ of Mrs. Gibson"s manner to a younger son, always supposing this said spectator to have read to the depths of her worldly heart. Never had she tried to be more agreeable to Osborne; and though her attempt was a great failure when practised upon Roger, and he did not know what to say in reply to the delicate flatteries which he felt to be insincere, he saw that she intended him to consider himself henceforward free of the house; and he was too glad to avail himself of this privilege to examine over-closely into what might be her motives for her change of manner. He shut his eyes, and chose to believe that she was now desirous of making up for her little burst of temper on his previous visit.
The result of Osborne"s conference with the two doctors had been certain prescriptions which appeared to have done him much good, and which would in all probability have done him yet more, could he have been free of the recollection of the little patient wife in her solitude near Winchester. He went to her whenever he could; and, thanks to Roger, money was far more plentiful with him now than it had been. But he still shrank, and perhaps even more and more, from telling his father of his marriage. Some bodily instinct made him dread all agitation inexpressibly. If he had not had this money from Roger, he might have been compelled to tell his father all, and to ask for the necessary funds to provide for the wife and the coming child. But with enough in hand, and a secret, though remorseful, conviction that as long as Roger had a penny his brother was sure to have half of it, made him more reluctant than ever to irritate his father by a revelation of his secret. "Not just yet, not just at present," he kept saying both to Roger and to himself. "By-and-by, if we have a boy, I will call it Roger"--and then visions of poetical and romantic reconciliations brought about between father and son, through the medium of a child, the offspring of a forbidden marriage, became still more vividly possible to him, and at any rate it was a staving-off of an unpleasant thing. He atoned to himself for taking so much of Roger"s Fellowship money by reflecting that, if Roger married, he would lose this source of revenue; yet Osborne was throwing no impediment in the way of this event, rather forwarding it by promoting every possible means of his brother"s seeing the lady of his love. Osborne ended his reflections by convincing himself of his own generosity.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
OLD WAYS AND NEW WAYS.
[Ill.u.s.tration (unt.i.tled)]
Mr. Preston was now installed in his new house at Hollingford; Mr.
Sheepshanks having entered into dignified idleness at the house of his married daughter, who lived in the county town. His successor had plunged with energy into all manner of improvements; and among others, he fell to draining a piece of outlying waste and unreclaimed land of Lord c.u.mnor"s, which was close to Squire Hamley"s property--that very piece for which he had had the Government grant, but which now lay neglected, and only half drained, with stacks of mossy tiles, and lines of upturned furrows telling of abortive plans.
It was not often that the Squire rode in this direction now-a-days; but the cottage of a man who had been the squire"s gamekeeper in those more prosperous days when the Hamleys could afford to "preserve," was close to the rush-grown ground. This old servant and tenant was ill, and had sent a message up to the Hall, asking to see the Squire: not to reveal any secret, or to say anything particular, but only from the feudal loyalty, which made it seem to the dying man as if it would be a comfort to shake the hand, and look once more into the eyes of the lord and master whom he had served, and whose ancestors his own forbears had served for so many generations. And the Squire was as fully alive as old Silas to the claims of the tie that existed between them. Though he hated the thought, and still more, should hate the sight of the piece of land, on the side of which Silas"s cottage stood, the Squire ordered his horse, and rode off within half-an-hour of receiving the message. As he drew near the spot he thought he heard the sound of tools, and the hum of many voices, just as he used to hear them a year or two before. He listened with surprise. Yes! Instead of the still solitude he had expected, there was the clink of iron, the heavy gradual thud of the fall of barrows-ful of soil--the cry and shout of labourers. But not on his land--better worth expense and trouble by far than the reedy clay common on which the men were, in fact, employed. He knew it was Lord c.u.mnor"s property; and he knew Lord c.u.mnor and his family had gone up in the world ("the Whig rascals!"), both in wealth and in station, as the Hamleys had gone down. But all the same--in spite of long known facts, and in spite of reason--the Squire"s ready anger rose high at the sight of his neighbour doing what he had been unable to do, and he a Whig, and his family only in the county since Queen Anne"s time. He went so far as to wonder whether they might not--the labourers he meant--avail themselves of his tiles, lying so conveniently close to hand. All these thoughts, regrets, and wonders were in his mind as he rode up to the cottage he was bound to, and gave his horse in charge to a little lad, who had hitherto found his morning"s business and amus.e.m.e.nt in playing at "houses" with a still younger sister, with some of the Squire"s neglected tiles. But he was old Silas"s grandson, and he might have battered the rude red earthenware to pieces--a whole stack--one by one, and the Squire would have said little or nothing. It was only that he would not spare one to a labourer of Lord c.u.mnor"s. No! not one.
Old Silas lay in a sort of closet, opening out of the family living-room. The small window that gave it light looked right on to the "moor," as it was called; and by day the check curtain was drawn aside so that he might watch the progress of the labour. Everything about the old man was clean, if coa.r.s.e; and, with Death, the leveller, so close at hand, it was the labourer who made the first advances, and put out his h.o.r.n.y hand to the Squire.
"I thought you"d come, Squire. Your father came for to see my father as he lay a-dying."
"Come, come, my man!" said the Squire, easily affected, as he always was. "Don"t talk of dying, we shall soon have you out, never fear.
They"ve sent you up some soup from the Hall, as I bade "em, haven"t they?"
"Ay, ay, I"ve had all as I could want for to eat and to drink. The young squire and Master Roger was here yesterday."
"Yes, I know."
"But I"m a deal nearer Heaven to-day, I am. I should like you to look after th" covers in th" West Spinney, Squire; them gorse, you know, where th" old fox had her hole--her as give "em so many a run. You"ll mind it, Squire, though you was but a lad. I could laugh to think on her tricks yet." And, with a weak attempt at a laugh, he got himself into a violent fit of coughing, which alarmed the squire, who thought he would never get his breath again. His daughter-in-law came in at the sound, and told the Squire that he had these coughing-bouts very frequently, and that she thought he would go off in one of them before long. This opinion of hers was spoken simply out before the old man, who now lay gasping and exhausted upon his pillow. Poor people acknowledge the inevitableness and the approach of death in a much more straightforward manner than is customary among more educated folk. The Squire was shocked at her hard-heartedness, as he considered it; but the old man himself had received much tender kindness from his daughter-in-law; and what she had just said was no more news to him than the fact that the sun would rise to-morrow. He was more anxious to go on with his story.
"Them navvies--I call "em navvies because some on "em is strangers, though some on "em is th" men as was turned off your own works, squire, when there came orders to stop "em last fall--they"re a-pulling up gorse and brush to light their fire for warming up their messes. It"s a long way off to their homes, and they mostly dine here; and there"ll be nothing of a cover left, if you don"t see after "em. I thought I should like to tell ye afore I died. Parson"s been here; but I did na tell him. He"s all for the earl"s folk, and he"d not ha" heeded. It"s the earl as put him into his church, I reckon, for he said what a fine thing it were for to see so much employment a-given to the poor, and he never said nought o" th" sort when your works were agait, Squire."
This long speech had been interrupted by many a cough and gasp for breath; and having delivered himself of what was on his mind, he turned his face to the wall, and appeared to be going to sleep.
Presently he roused himself with a start:--
"I know I flogged him well, I did. But he were after pheasants" eggs, and I didn"t know he were an orphan. Lord, forgive me!"
"He"s thinking on David Morton, the cripple, as used to go about trapping vermin," whispered the woman.
"Why, he died long ago--twenty year, I should think," replied the Squire.
"Ay, but when grandfather goes off i" this way to sleep after a bout of talking he seems to be dreaming on old times. He"ll not waken up yet, sir; you"d best sit down if you"d like to stay," she continued, as she went into the house-place and dusted a chair with her ap.r.o.n.
"He was very particular in bidding me wake him if he were asleep, and you or Mr. Roger was to call. Mr. Roger said he"d be coming again this morning--but he"ll likely sleep an hour or more, if he"s let alone."
"I wish I"d said good-by, I should like to have done that."
"He drops off so sudden," said the woman. "But if you"d be better pleased to have said it, Squire, I"ll waken him up a bit."
"No, no!" the Squire called out as the woman was going to be as good as her word. "I"ll come again, perhaps to-morrow. And tell him I was sorry; for I am indeed. And be sure and send to the Hall for anything you want! Mr. Roger is coming, is he? He"ll bring me word how he is, later on. I should like to have bidden him good-by."
So, giving sixpence to the child who had held his horse, the Squire mounted. He sate still a moment, looking at the busy work going on before him, and then at his own half-completed drainage. It was a bitter pill. He had objected to borrowing from Government, in the first instance; and then his wife had persuaded him to the step; and after it was once taken, he was as proud as could be of the only concession to the spirit of progress he ever made in his life. He had read and studied the subject pretty thoroughly, if also very slowly, during the time his wife had been influencing him. He was tolerably well up in agriculture, if in nothing else; and at one time he had taken the lead among the neighbouring landowners, when he first began tile-drainage. In those days people used to speak of Squire Hamley"s hobby; and at market ordinaries, or county dinners, they rather dreaded setting him off on long repet.i.tions of arguments from the different pamphlets on the subject which he had read. And now the proprietors all around him were draining--draining; his interest to Government was running on all the same, though his works were stopped, and his tiles deteriorating in value. It was not a soothing consideration, and the Squire was almost ready to quarrel with his shadow. He wanted a vent for his ill-humour; and suddenly remembering the devastations on his covers, which he had heard about not a quarter of an hour before, he rode towards the men busy at work on Lord c.u.mnor"s land. Just before he got up to them he encountered Mr. Preston, also on horseback, come to overlook his labourers. The Squire did not know him personally, but from the agent"s manner of speaking, and the deference that was evidently paid to him, Mr.
Hamley saw that he was a responsible person. So he addressed the agent:--"I beg your pardon, I suppose you are the manager of these works?"
Mr. Preston replied,--"Certainly. I am that and many other things besides, at your service. I have succeeded Mr. Sheepshanks in the management of my lord"s property. Mr. Hamley of Hamley, I believe?"
The Squire bowed stiffly. He did not like his name to be asked or presumed upon in that manner. An equal might conjecture who he was, or recognize him, but, till he announced himself, an inferior had no right to do more than address him respectfully as "sir." That was the Squire"s code of etiquette.
"I am Mr. Hamley of Hamley. I suppose you are as yet ignorant of the boundary of Lord c.u.mnor"s land, and so I will inform you that my property begins at the pond yonder--just where you see the rise in the ground."
"I am perfectly acquainted with that fact, Mr. Hamley," said Mr.
Preston, a little annoyed at the ignorance attributed to him. "But may I inquire why my attention is called to it just now?"
The Squire was beginning to boil over; but he tried to keep his temper in. The effort was very much to be respected, for it was a great one. There was something in the handsome and well-dressed agent"s tone and manner inexpressibly irritating to the squire, and it was not lessened by an involuntary comparison of the capital roadster on which Mr. Preston was mounted with his own ill-groomed and aged cob.
"I have been told that your men out yonder do not respect these boundaries, but are in the habit of plucking up gorse from my covers to light their fires."
"It is possible they may!" said Mr. Preston, lifting his eyebrows, his manner being more nonchalant than his words. "I daresay they think no great harm of it. However, I"ll inquire."
"Do you doubt my word, sir?" said the Squire, fretting his mare till she began to dance about. "I tell you I"ve heard it only within this last half-hour."
"I don"t mean to doubt your word, Mr. Hamley; it"s the last thing I should think of doing. But you must excuse my saying that the argument which you have twice brought up for the authenticity of your statement, "that you have heard it within the last half-hour," is not quite so forcible as to preclude the possibility of a mistake."
"I wish you"d only say in plain language that you doubt my word,"
said the Squire, clenching and slightly raising his horsewhip. "I can"t make out what you mean--you use so many words."
"Pray don"t lose your temper, sir. I said I should inquire. You have not seen the men pulling up gorse yourself, or you would have named it. I, surely, may doubt the correctness of your information until I have made some inquiry; at any rate, that is the course I shall pursue, and if it gives you offence, I shall be sorry, but I shall do it just the same. When I am convinced that harm has been done to your property, I shall take steps to prevent it for the future, and of course, in my lord"s name, I shall pay you compensation--it may probably amount to half-a-crown." He added these last words in a lower tone, as if to himself, with a slight contemptuous smile on his face.
"Quiet, mare, quiet," said the Squire, totally unaware that he was the cause of her impatient movements by the way he was perpetually tightening her reins; and also, perhaps, he unconsciously addressed the injunction to himself.
Neither of them saw Roger Hamley, who was just then approaching them with long, steady steps. He had seen his father from the door of old Silas"s cottage, and, as the poor fellow was still asleep, he was coming to speak to his father, and was near enough now to hear the next words.
"I don"t know who you are, but I"ve known land-agents who were gentlemen, and I"ve known some who were not. You belong to this last set, young man," said the squire, "that you do. I should like to try my horsewhip on you for your insolence."
"Pray, Mr. Hamley," replied Mr. Preston, coolly, "curb your temper a little, and reflect. I really feel sorry to see a man of your age in such a pa.s.sion:"--moving a little farther off, however, but really more with a desire to save the irritated man from carrying his threat into execution, out of a dislike to the slander and excitement it would cause, than from any personal dread. Just at this moment Roger Hamley came close up. He was panting a little, and his eyes were very stern and dark; but he spoke quietly enough.
"Mr. Preston, I can hardly understand what you mean by your last words. But, remember, my father is a gentleman of age and position, and not accustomed to receive advice as to the management of his temper from young men like you."
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE BURNING OF THE GORSE.]