"It seems to me a very laudable and useful object, I am sure," said Mrs. Gibson, safely.
"I daresay it is, taking it from the public-good view. But it"s rather tiresome to us privately, for it keeps Hollingford in town--or between it and Cambridge--and each place as dull and empty as can be, just when we want him down at the Towers. The thing ought to have been decided long ago, and there"s some danger of the legacy lapsing.
The two other trustees have run away to the Continent, feeling, as they say, the utmost confidence in him, but in reality shirking their responsibilities. However, I believe he likes it, so I ought not to grumble. He thinks he is going to be very successful in the choice of his man--and he belongs to this county, too,--young Hamley of Hamley, if he can only get his college to let him go, for he is a Fellow of Trinity, senior wrangler or something; and they"re not so foolish as to send their crack man to be eaten up by lions and tigers!"
"It must be Roger Hamley!" exclaimed Cynthia, her eyes brightening, and her cheeks flushing.
"He"s not the eldest son; he can scarcely be called Hamley of Hamley!" said Mrs. Gibson.
"Hollingford"s man is a Fellow of Trinity, as I said before."
"Then it is Mr. Roger Hamley," said Cynthia; "and he"s up in London about some business! What news for Molly when she comes home!"
"Why, what has Molly to do with it?" asked Lady Harriet. "Is--?" and she looked into Mrs. Gibson"s face for an answer. Mrs. Gibson in reply gave an intelligent and very expressive glance at Cynthia, who however did not perceive it.
"Oh, no! not at all,"--and Mrs. Gibson nodded a little at her daughter, as much as to say, "If any one, that."
Lady Harriet began to look at the pretty Miss Kirkpatrick with fresh interest; her brother had spoken in such a manner of this young Mr. Hamley that every one connected with the phoenix was worthy of observation. Then, as if the mention of Molly"s name had brought her afresh into her mind, Lady Harriet said,--"And where is Molly all this time? I should like to see my little mentor. I hear she is very much grown since those days."
"Oh! when she once gets gossiping with the Miss Brownings, she never knows when to come home," said Mrs. Gibson.
"The Miss Brownings? Oh! I"m so glad you named them! I"m very fond of them. Pecksy and Flapsy; I may call them so in Molly"s absence. I"ll go and see them before I go home, and then perhaps I shall see my dear little Molly too. Do you know, Clare, I"ve quite taken a fancy to that girl!"
So Mrs. Gibson, after all her precautions, had to submit to Lady Harriet"s leaving her half-an-hour earlier than she otherwise would have done in order to "make herself common" (as Mrs. Gibson expressed it) by calling on the Miss Brownings.
But Molly had left before Lady Harriet arrived.
Molly went the long walk to the Holly Farm, to order the damsons, out of a kind of penitence. She had felt conscious of anger at being sent out of the house by such a palpable manoeuvre as that which her stepmother had employed. Of course she did not meet Cynthia, so she went alone along the pretty lanes, with gra.s.sy sides and high hedge-banks not at all in the style of modern agriculture. At first she made herself uncomfortable with questioning herself as to how far it was right to leave unnoticed the small domestic failings--the webs, the distortions of truth which had prevailed in their household ever since her father"s second marriage. She knew that very often she longed to protest, but did not do it, from the desire of sparing her father any discord; and she saw by his face that he, too, was occasionally aware of certain things that gave him pain, as showing that his wife"s standard of conduct was not as high as he would have liked. It was a wonder to Molly whether this silence was right or wrong. With a girl"s want of toleration, and want of experience to teach her the force of circ.u.mstances, and of temptation, she had often been on the point of telling her stepmother some forcible home truths. But, possibly, her father"s example of silence, and often some piece of kindness on Mrs. Gibson"s part (for after her way, and when in a good temper, she was very kind to Molly), made her hold her tongue.
That night at dinner, Mrs. Gibson recounted the conversation between herself and Lady Harriet, giving it a very strong individual colouring, as was her wont, and telling nearly the whole of what had pa.s.sed, although implying that there was a great deal said which was so purely confidential, that she was bound in honour not to repeat it. Her three auditors listened to her without interrupting her much--indeed, without bestowing extreme attention on what she was saying, until she came to the fact of Lord Hollingford"s absence in London, and the reason for it.
"Roger Hamley going off on a scientific expedition!" exclaimed Mr.
Gibson, suddenly awakened into vivacity.
"Yes. At least it is not settled finally; but as Lord Hollingford is the only trustee who takes any interest--and being Lord c.u.mnor"s son--it is next to certain."
"I think I must have a voice in the matter," said Mr. Gibson; and he relapsed into silence, keeping his ears open, however, henceforward.
"How long will he be away?" asked Cynthia. "We shall miss him sadly."
Molly"s lips formed an acquiescing "yes" to this remark, but no sound was heard. There was a buzzing in her ears as if the others were going on with the conversation, but the words they uttered seemed indistinct and blurred; they were merely conjectures, and did not interfere with the one great piece of news. To the rest of the party she appeared to be eating her dinner as usual, and, if she were silent, there was one listener the more to Mrs. Gibson"s stream of prattle, and Mr. Gibson"s and Cynthia"s remarks.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
BRIGHTENING PROSPECTS.
[Ill.u.s.tration (unt.i.tled)]
It was a day or two afterwards, that Mr. Gibson made time to ride round by Hamley, desirous to learn more exact particulars of this scheme for Roger than he could obtain from any extraneous source, and rather puzzled to know whether he should interfere in the project or not. The state of the case was this:--Osborne"s symptoms were, in Mr.
Gibson"s opinion, signs of his having a fatal disease. Dr. Nicholls had differed from him on this head, and Mr. Gibson knew that the old physician had had long experience, and was considered very skilful in the profession. Still he believed that he himself was right, and, if so, the complaint was one which might continue for years in the same state as at present, or might end the young man"s life in an hour--a minute. Supposing that Mr. Gibson was right, would it be well for Roger to be away where no sudden calls for his presence could reach him--away for two years? Yet if the affair was concluded, the interference of a medical man might accelerate the very evil to be feared; and after all, Dr. Nicholls might be right, and the symptoms might proceed from some other cause. Might? Yes. Probably did? No.
Mr. Gibson could not bring himself to say "yes" to this latter form of sentence. So he rode on, meditating; his reins slack, his head a little bent. It was one of those still and lovely autumn days when the red and yellow leaves are hanging-pegs to dewy, brilliant gossamer-webs; when the hedges are full of trailing brambles, loaded with ripe blackberries; when the air is full of the farewell whistles and pipes of birds, clear and short--not the long full-throated warbles of spring; when the whirr of the partridge"s wings is heard in the stubble-fields, as the sharp hoof-blows fall on the paved lanes; when here and there a leaf floats and flutters down to the ground, although there is not a single breath of wind. The country surgeon felt the beauty of the seasons perhaps more than most men.
He saw more of it by day, by night, in storm and sunshine, or in the still, soft, cloudy weather. He never spoke about what he felt on the subject; indeed, he did not put his feelings into words, even to himself. But if his mood ever approached to the sentimental, it was on such days as this. He rode into the stable-yard, gave his horse to a man, and went into the house by a side entrance. In the pa.s.sage he met the Squire.
"That"s capital, Gibson! what good wind blew you here? You"ll have some lunch? it"s on the table, I only just this minute left the room." And he kept shaking Mr. Gibson"s hand all the time till he had placed him, nothing loth, at the well-covered dining-table.
"What"s this I hear about Roger?" said Mr. Gibson, plunging at once into the subject.
"Aha! so you"ve heard, have you? It"s famous, isn"t it? He"s a boy to be proud of, is old Roger. Steady Roger; we used to think him slow, but it seems to me that slow and sure wins the race. But tell me; what have you heard? how much is known? Nay, you must have a gla.s.s full. It"s old ale, such as we don"t brew now-a-days; it"s as old as...o...b..rne. We brewed it that autumn, and we called it the young squire"s ale. I thought to have tapped it on his marriage, but I don"t know when that will come to pa.s.s, so we"ve tapped it now in Roger"s honour."
The old squire had evidently been enjoying the young squire"s ale to the verge of prudence. It was indeed as he said, "as strong as brandy," and Mr. Gibson had to sip it very carefully as he ate his cold roast beef.
"Well! and what have you heard? There"s a deal to hear, and all good news, though I shall miss the lad, I know that."
"I did not know it was settled; I only heard that it was in progress."
"Well, it was only in progress, as you call it, till last Tuesday.
He never let me know anything about it, though; he says he thought I might be fidgety with thinking of the pros and cons. So I never knew a word on"t till I had a letter from my Lord Hollingford--where is it?" pulling out a great black leathern receptacle for all manner of papers. And putting on his spectacles, he read aloud their headings.
""Measurement of timber, new railings," "drench for cows, from Farmer Hayes," "Dobson"s accounts,"--"um "um--here it is. Now read that letter," handing it to Mr. Gibson.
It was a manly, feeling, sensible letter, explaining to the old father in very simple language the services which were demanded by the terms of the will to which he and two or three others were trustees; the liberal allowance for expenses, the still more liberal reward for performance, which had tempted several men of considerable renown to offer themselves as candidates for the appointment. Lord Hollingford then went on to say that, having seen a good deal of Roger lately, since the publication of his article in reply to the French osteologist, he had had reason to think that in him the trustees would find united the various qualities required in a greater measure than in any of the applicants who had at that time presented themselves. Roger had deep interest in the subject; much acquired knowledge, and at the same time, great natural powers of comparison, and cla.s.sification of facts; he had shown himself to be an observer of a fine and accurate kind; he was of the right age, in the very prime of health and strength, and unshackled by any family ties. Here Mr. Gibson paused for consideration. He hardly cared to ascertain by what steps the result had been arrived at--he already knew what that result was; but his mind was again arrested as his eye caught on the remuneration offered, which was indeed most liberal; and then he read with attention the high praise bestowed on the son in this letter to the father. The Squire had been watching Mr.
Gibson--waiting till he came to this part--and he rubbed his hands together as he said,--
"Ay! you"ve come to it at last. It"s the best part of the whole, isn"t it? G.o.d bless the boy! and from a Whig, mind you, which makes it the more handsome. And there"s more to come still. I say, Gibson, I think my luck is turning at last," pa.s.sing him on yet another letter to read. "That only came this morning; but I"ve acted on it already, I sent for the foreman of the drainage works at once, I did; and to-morrow, please G.o.d, they"ll be at work again."
Mr. Gibson read the second letter, from Roger. To a certain degree it was a modest repet.i.tion of what Lord Hollingford had said, with an explanation of how he had come to take so decided a step in life without consulting his father. He did not wish him to be in suspense for one reason. Another was that he felt, as no one else could feel for him, that by accepting this offer, he entered upon the kind of life for which he knew himself to be most fitted. And then he merged the whole into business. He said that he knew well the suffering his father had gone through when he had had to give up his drainage works for want of money; that he, Roger, had been enabled at once to raise money upon the remuneration he was to receive on the accomplishment of his two years" work; and that he had also insured his life, in order to provide for the repayment of the money he had raised, in case he did not live to return to England. He said that the sum he had borrowed on this security would at once be forwarded to his father.
Mr. Gibson laid down the letter without speaking a word for some time; then he said,--"He"ll have to pay a pretty sum for insuring his life beyond seas."
"He"s got his Fellowship money," said the Squire, a little depressed at Mr. Gibson"s remark.
"Yes; that"s true. And he"s a strong young fellow, as I know."
"I wish I could tell his mother," said the Squire in an under-tone.
"It seems all settled now," said Mr. Gibson, more in reply to his own thoughts than to the Squire"s remark.
"Yes!" said the Squire; "and they"re not going to let the gra.s.s grow under his feet. He"s to be off as soon as he can get his scientific traps ready. I almost wish he wasn"t to go. You don"t seem quite to like it, doctor?"
"Yes, I do," said Mr. Gibson in a more cheerful tone than before. "It can"t be helped now without doing a mischief," thought he to himself.
"Why, Squire, I think it a great honour to have such a son. I envy you, that"s what I do. Here"s a lad of three or four and twenty distinguishing himself in more ways than one, and as simple and affectionate at home as any fellow need to be--not a bit set up."
"Ay, ay; he"s twice as much a son to me as...o...b..rne, who has been all his life set up on nothing at all, as one may say."
"Come, Squire, I mustn"t hear anything against Osborne; we may praise one, without hitting at the other. Osborne hasn"t had the strong health which has enabled Roger to work as he has done. I met a man who knew his tutor at Trinity the other day, and of course we began cracking about Roger--it"s not every day that one can reckon a senior wrangler amongst one"s friends, and I"m nearly as proud of the lad as you are. This Mr. Mason told me the tutor said that only half of Roger"s success was owing to his mental powers; the other half was owing to his perfect health, which enabled him to work harder and more continuously than most men without suffering. He said that in all his experience he had never known any one with an equal capacity for mental labour; and that he could come again with a fresh appet.i.te to his studies after shorter intervals of rest than most. Now I, being a doctor, trace a good deal of his superiority to the material cause of a thoroughly good const.i.tution, which Osborne hasn"t got."