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+ <div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 26851 ***</div>
+
+ <h1>TOM BROWN AT OXFORD</h1>
+ <h2>By Thomas Hughes</h2>
+ <h3>(1822-96)</h3>
+ <p id="linkimage-0001"><br><br></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0010.jpg" alt="0010 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0010.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p id="linkimage-0002"></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0011.jpg" alt="0011 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0011.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <h3>With Illustrations by Sydney P. Hall</h3>
+ <h4>New York: John W. Lovell Company</h4>
+ <p>
+ <br>
+ <br>
+ </p>
+ <hr>
+ <p>
+ <br>
+ <br>
+ </p>
+ <h3>PUBLISHING HISTORY</h3>
+ <p>
+ First serialized ending in circa 1861 in MacMillan's Magazine (mentioned
+ by the author in his preface, and Chapter 28 contains the author's
+ footnote indicating that at least part of this chapter was not written
+ earlier than 1859)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ First published in 3 volume book form 1861 by Cambridge, London (British
+ Library)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ 2nd edition published 1861 by MacMillan &amp; Co., Cambridge &amp; London
+ (British Library)
+ </p>
+ <p>Published 1861 by Ticknor &amp; Fields, Boston (Library of Congress)</p>
+ <p>
+ May have been serialized by Ticknor &amp; Fields in 1859 (parts offered on
+ Amazon.com by an antique bookseller)
+ </p>
+ <p>Published 1863 by Ticknor &amp; Fields, Boston (Library of Congress)</p>
+ <p>Published 1865 by MacMillan &amp; Co. (British Library)</p>
+ <p>Published 1870 by Harper Bros., New York (British Library)</p>
+ <p>
+ Published 1871 by Harper Bros., New York (Library of Congress &amp;
+ British Library)
+ </p>
+ <p>Published 1879 by unknown, New York (Library of Congress)</p>
+ <p>Published 1881 by MacMillan &amp; Co., New York (Library of Congress)</p>
+ <p>
+ French translation published 1881 in Paris with added name Girardin, Jules
+ Marie Alfred who is possibly the translator(?) (British Library)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Published circa 1888-92 by John W. Lovell, New York (Ebook transcriber's
+ scanned copy)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Published 1888 by Porter &amp; Coates, Philadelphia (Ebook transcriber's
+ proofreading copy)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Published 1889 by MacMillan, London &amp; New York (Library of Congress)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Published 1890 by Lovell, Coryell &amp; Co., New York (Library of
+ Congress)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Published 1905 in two volumes with Tom Brown's School Days (British
+ Library)
+ </p>
+ <p>Published 1914 by T. Nelson &amp; Sons (British Library)</p>
+ <p>Published 1920 by S.W. Partridge &amp; Co., London (British Library)</p>
+ <p>
+ Published 2004 as part of a five volume set entitled Victorian Novels of
+ Oxbridge Life, Christopher Stray editor, Thoemmes, Bristol (British
+ Library)
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <p>
+ (Transcriber's Notes: Notice the author's name does not appear on the
+ title page or on the cover, and in fact it is only given as T. Hughes at
+ the end of his preface and nowhere else. Sydney Hall, 1842-1922, did
+ portraits, newspaper and magazine illustrations, but oddly enough there
+ are none to be found in the Lovell produced book, though the Porter &amp;
+ Coates edition has one unattributed woodcut)
+ </p>
+ <p>Printed and Bound by Donohue &amp; Henneberry, Chicago</p>
+ <p>
+ (Transcriber's Note: Donahue &amp; Henneberry were in business 1871-99
+ doing book binding and printing for the cheap book trade at various
+ addresses in Chicago's business district known as the Loop, mostly on
+ Dearborn Street.)
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <h2>TOM BROWN AT OXFORD</h2>
+ <h3>By Thomas Hughes</h3>
+ <h4>Author of &ldquo;Tom Brown's School Days&rdquo;</h4>
+ <p>
+ <br>
+ <br>
+ <br><br>
+ </p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <h3>Transcriber's Note:</h3>
+ <p>
+ A Short Summary, With Some Explanations of Concepts Presented by Hughes,
+ but Not Well Defined by Him, Being Apparently Well Understood in His Day,
+ but With Which Modern Readers May be Unfamiliar.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This is the sequel to Hughes' more successful novel
+ <i>Tom Brown's School Days</i>, which told about Tom at the Rugby School
+ from the age of 11 to 16. Now Tom is at Oxford University for a three year
+ program of study, in which he attends class lectures and does independent
+ reading with a tutor. A student in residence at Oxford is said to be
+ &ldquo;up&rdquo; or have &ldquo;come up&rdquo;, and one who leaves is said
+ to have gone &ldquo;down&rdquo;.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The author weaves a picture of life at Oxford University in the 1840s,
+ where he himself was at that time, at Oriel College, where he excelled in
+ sports rather than academics. The University is made up of a number of
+ separate colleges, and the students form friendships within and develop a
+ loyalty to their own college. Tom's college, St. Ambrose, is fictional.
+ The study programs available to the students are intended to prepare them
+ for the legal, ecclesiastical, medical and educational professions.
+ Students who do poorly might be expected to enter the diplomatic corps or
+ the army or navy, though a son of the aristocracy might be thrust into a
+ minor church role. To enter into business or manufacturing engineering or
+ the research sciences would require an inheritance or family connection.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Latin was still taught because the best literature available to them was
+ still the ancient Greek and Roman poets and philosophers, and the legal
+ and medical professions still used it extensively, though the
+ ecclesiastical and educational fields had largely abandoned it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom finds that there is a social barrier between the wealthy students and
+ the students that are there on the equivalent of a modern academic
+ scholarship, or have to work as a graduate student tutor to earn their
+ stipend. There were no sports scholarships at this time, though the author
+ hints vaguely at one point that someday the idea could be explored.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There were no female students at this time. Tom becomes involved with a
+ local barmaid. The barmaid being of a different social class than Tom,
+ this relationship causes problems for both of them, and it is important
+ for the modern reader to realize that such social distinctions were very
+ real and inflexible in those days. The working class referred to the
+ educated class as their &ldquo;betters&rdquo;, meaning better educated and
+ entitled to better respect, regardless of whether it was earned or
+ deserved.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There were no dormitories and self-serve cafeterias as with modern
+ colleges, instead meals were served in a dining hall by scouts, and each
+ student gets what are called &ldquo;rooms&rdquo;, consisting of a bedroom
+ and a sitting room for study and entertaining. &ldquo;Scouts&rdquo; are a
+ kind of servant attached to one student or a small number of students.
+ They run errands, bring meals from the kitchen, and take care of clothing.
+ A bootblack called the &ldquo;boots&rdquo; takes care of footwear. A
+ charwoman called the &ldquo;char&rdquo; cleaned the rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ If a student wished to study without interruption, he would close the oak
+ door to his rooms, which was called &ldquo;sporting his oak&rdquo;, the
+ signal not to disturb.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The term &ldquo;the eleven&rdquo; refers to the cricket team, and
+ &ldquo;prize-men&rdquo; refers to students who win prizes for scholarship.
+ &ldquo;Hunting Pinks&rdquo; are red riding jackets, and
+ &ldquo;hunters&rdquo; are horses especially suited to steeplechase or fox
+ hunting type riding.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Boating Club and Boat Racing is the popular sport of crew rowing or
+ sculling, where each college appoints a crew of eight strong scull pullers
+ or oarsmen and one small coxswain or steersman to pilot a long narrow boat
+ called a skiff or shell. The coxswain calls the strokes and is generally
+ the coach and commander of the crew. Unlike in a canoe, the pullers face
+ backwards, and the one nearest the coxswain is called the &ldquo;stroke
+ oar&rdquo;, because all the other oars watch him and match his stroke. The
+ racing takes place on the river which runs through Oxford, and since
+ because of the oars the river is too narrow for normal passing as in most
+ other kinds of racing, the race is sometimes with just two boats, one
+ ahead of the other. If the prow of the second boat touches the stern of
+ the first boat, the second boat is considered the winner and advances in
+ ranking. If the first boat rows the length of the course without being
+ bumped, it is considered the winner and maintains its ranking. Sometimes
+ the winning crewmen put their little coxswain in the boat and parade him
+ through the streets of the town. At the end of the season the honor of
+ &ldquo;Head of the River&rdquo; belongs to the boat that has not been
+ defeated and is presumably the fastest, whereas the slowest boat, Tail End
+ Charlie, has been defeated by all the other colleges. For another
+ description of boating on the Thames in the nineteenth century, see the
+ humorous travel-log &ldquo;Three Men in a Boat, to Say Nothing of the
+ Dog&rdquo; by Jerome K. Jerome, written in 1889, which also mentions the
+ dangers of the lasher at the Sandford Lock.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Students were required to wear the traditional student's gown and
+ mortarboard cap to classes. Professors wore floppy caps and similar gowns
+ with indications of their rank on the sleeves, Doctor, Master or
+ Batchelor. This garb dates from the Middle Ages, but is now only seen at
+ Graduation Day and special university occasions, and the gown has survived
+ in some church choirs. A professor was also called a don, and graduate
+ assistants were called fellows or servitors.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The &ldquo;tufts&rdquo; or students from the nobility or titled families
+ were a privileged set, paid double fees and were not required to do much
+ of anything academically. Gentlemen-commoners were from the untitled but
+ wealthy families and also paid double fees. A few students from poorer
+ social classes were accepted if they had good references. &ldquo;Town and
+ Gown&rdquo; refers to the animosity between the local permanent residents
+ of the town and the rowdy students, occasionally descending into actual
+ fist fights. To be &ldquo;gated&rdquo; was to be confined to college and
+ to be &ldquo;rusticated&rdquo; was to be suspended from college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A &ldquo;wine&rdquo; is the nineteenth century equivalent of a student's
+ beer and pizza party, though it seems to have been paid for entirely out
+ of the pocket of the host. It is also a form of student networking,
+ wherein they build relationships useful for their future business,
+ professional or social life. German university students joined a Kadet
+ Korps, which was somewhat like a combination of a modern day fraternity
+ and Officer's Training Corps, but no such equivalent seems to have been at
+ Oxford. Instead there was an academic set called the &ldquo;reading
+ men&rdquo; which buckled down to the books, and a set of &ldquo;fast
+ men&rdquo; who lived the dissipated high life of drinking, gambling, women
+ and riding fast horses. The fast set, though they were gentleman commoners
+ and not titled nobility, usually were from wealthy families, and often ran
+ up large bills with the local tradesmen, called &ldquo;going tick&rdquo;,
+ which could go unpaid for quite a long time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In Chapter 14 the author mentions Big Ben, but this is not the clock tower
+ bell in London, which at the time of writing had not yet been rung;
+ instead this is Benjamin Caunt, the bare-knuckle boxer who defeated
+ William Thompson in 75 rounds to become Heavyweight Champion of England in
+ 1838. The bell may possibly have been named after him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It should be remembered that at the time this story was written, the
+ dangers of tobacco smoke were mostly unknown, and cigars, cheroots and
+ pipes were quite commonly used, though the cigarette had not come into use
+ yet. Tobacco, often called weed, was only discouraged during physical
+ training, thus at one point in Chapter 15 Tom recommends smoking to Hardy
+ for an almost therapeutic purpose.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In Chapter 17 the author imagines a flying machine, though at the time of
+ writing only balloons had ever carried men aloft. He imagines it something
+ like a carriage equipped to carry passengers, with the most comfortable
+ carriage type C-springs, steam powered, and faster than the latest trains,
+ which at that time went 40 miles per hour, the fastest speed that anyone
+ had ever achieved.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The author mentions Tractarians and Germanizers. The Tractarians were a
+ group of Oxford dons who, in the 1840s, wrote a series of tracts, aimed at
+ proposing some changes to the theological system of the Anglican Church.
+ Germanizers proposed some changes more along the lines of the Lutheran
+ theology, and these controversies occupied the Anglican theologians of the
+ time. The author did not expand on these subjects, nor even indicate his
+ support or opposition to them, as it was not necessary for the story.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this time, as in many other times, the evangelical Christians were in
+ the forefront of movements to help poor and downtrodden people, but other
+ elements were attempting to become involved, promoting their own methods
+ and beliefs. Karl Marx was not known in England, and the Russian
+ Revolution was still in the distant future, but a few radical left-wing
+ idealists know as Chartists and Swings were beginning to be heard on
+ campus, and Tom gets briefly involved with them, speaking up for the poor,
+ but realizes their destructive ideas cannot be reconciled with proper
+ Christian behavior, thus voicing some of the author's views on social
+ reforms. The author later in life got involved with a communal living
+ experiment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Some words and expressions are used differently today than they were used
+ in the nineteenth century. For example, when Tom says &ldquo;There must
+ always be some blackguards,&rdquo; he means &ldquo;Regrettably there will
+ always be blackguards,&rdquo; not &ldquo;We ought to have some
+ blackguards&rdquo;. Katie and Tom discuss &ldquo;profane&rdquo; poetry, in
+ the sense of being secular and not sacred or religious. Mary weighs
+ &ldquo;8 stone&rdquo;, which is 112 pounds or 50 kilograms, and
+ &ldquo;famously&rdquo; is used in the sense of being well done, not in the
+ incorrect modern use of being well known. A &ldquo;twelve-horse
+ screw&rdquo; is the propeller of a steam launch. To &ldquo;give someone a
+ character&rdquo; is to speak or write about their moral character, either
+ favorably or slanderously.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The book which I scanned using Optical Character Recognition was printed
+ in the 1888-92 period by John W. Lovell of 150 Worth St. New York. Lovell
+ has been described as a book pirate who tried to form a monopoly in the
+ cheap uncopyrighted book trade. The US copyright laws were rather weak in
+ the nineteenth century, and Charles Dickens was particularly hurt by
+ pirates. There was even a book war, with rival publishers of the same book
+ undercutting each other on price. Proof reading was done with another copy
+ of the book published in 1888 by Porter &amp; Coates of Philadelphia,
+ which is in poorer condition with water damage, and would not scan well,
+ but has fewer typesetting errors.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Nineteenth century punctuation made much more use of commas, hyphens and
+ semicolons, and these have been retained as much as possible. British
+ spellings of words such as colour, neighbour, odour, and flavour are
+ retained, though in some cases the American publisher seems to have made
+ his own corrections as he saw fit, and some words such as
+ &ldquo;connection&rdquo; have retained the nineteenth century spelling
+ &ldquo;connexion&rdquo;, but where a word was obviously spelled wrong by
+ the typesetter, I have corrected it. The author used a few Greek words,
+ which do not scan, and I have entered those manually using Symbol font for
+ the rtf file, but substituted normal characters for the plain txt file and
+ indicated [Greek text] where appropriate. The English pound symbol cannot
+ be expressed in ASCII, so 25 pounds is rendered as 25L. Words printed in
+ italics for emphasis are here rendered with <i>underscores</i> for the
+ ASCII file.
+ </p>
+ <p>Robert E. Reilly, PE, BSIE, BSME</p>
+ <p>Chicago, 2008</p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <h3>INITIUM</h3>
+ <h4>Tom Brown at Oxford</h4>
+ <h4>Thomas Hughes (1822-96)</h4>
+ <h3>Author's Dedication</h3>
+ <p>
+ To the Rev. F. D. Maurice, in memory of fourteen years' fellow work, and
+ in testimony of ever increasing affection and gratitude this volume is
+ dedicated by
+ </p>
+ <p>The Author.</p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2H_PREF"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+
+ <h2>PREFACE</h2>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <p>
+ Prefaces written to explain the objects and meaning of a book, or to make
+ any appeal, <i>ad miseracordiam</i> or other, in its favor, are, in my
+ opinion, nuisances. Any book worth reading will explain its own objects
+ and meaning, and the more it is criticized and turned inside out, the
+ better for it and its author. Of all books, too, it seems to me that
+ novels require prefaces least—at any rate, on their first appearance.
+ Notwithstanding which belief, I must ask readers for three minutes'
+ patience before they make trial of this book.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The natural pleasure which I felt at the unlooked for popularity of the
+ first part of the present story, was much lessened by the pertinacity with
+ which many persons, acquaintance as well as strangers, would insist (both
+ in public and in private) on identifying the hero and the author. On the
+ appearance of the first few numbers of the present continuation in
+ Macmillan's Magazine, the same thing occurred, and, in fact, reached such
+ a pitch, as to lead me to make some changes to the story. Sensitiveness on
+ such a point may seem folly, but if the readers had felt the sort of
+ loathing and disgust which one feels at the notion of painting a favorable
+ likeness of oneself in a work of fiction, they would not wonder at it. So,
+ now that this book is finished and Tom Brown, so far as I am concerned, is
+ done with for ever, I must take this, my first and last chance of saying,
+ that he is not I, either as boy or man—in fact, not to beat about the
+ bush, is a much braver, and nobler, and purer fellow than I ever was.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When I first resolved to write the book, I tried to realize to myself what
+ the commonest type of English boy of the upper middle class was, so far as
+ my experience went; and to that type I have throughout adhered, trying
+ simply to give a good specimen of the genus. I certainly have placed him
+ in the country, and scenes which I know best myself, for the simple
+ reason, that I knew them better than any others, and therefore was less
+ likely to blunder in writing about them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As to the name, which has been, perhaps, the chief &ldquo;cause of
+ offense,&rdquo; in this matter, the simple facts are, that I chose the
+ name &ldquo;Brown,&rdquo; because it stood first in the trio of
+ &ldquo;Brown, Jones, and Robinson,&rdquo; which had become a sort of
+ synonym for the middle classes of Great Britain. It happens that my own
+ name and that of Brown have no single letter in common. As to the
+ Christian name of &ldquo;Tom,&rdquo; having chosen Brown, I could hardly
+ help taking it as the prefix. The two names have gone together in England
+ for two hundred years, and the joint name has not enjoyed much of a
+ reputation for respectability. This suited me exactly. I wanted the
+ <i>commonest</i>
+ name I could get, and did not want any name which had the least heroic, or
+ aristocratic, or even respectable savor about it. Therefore I had a
+ natural leaning to the combination which I found ready to my hand.
+ Moreover, I believed &ldquo;Tom&rdquo; to be a more specially English name
+ than John, the only other as to which I felt the least doubt. Whether it
+ be that Thomas a Beckett was for so long the favorite English saint, or
+ from whatever other cause, it certainly seems to be the fact, that the
+ name &ldquo;Thomas,&rdquo; is much commoner in England than in any other
+ country. The words, &ldquo;tom-fool,&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;tom-boy,&rdquo; etc., though, perhaps not complimentary to the
+ &ldquo;Tom's&rdquo; of England, certainly show how large a family they
+ must have been. These reasons decided me to keep the Christian name which
+ had been always associated with &ldquo;Brown&rdquo;; and I own that the
+ fact that it happened to be my own, never occurred to me as an objection,
+ till the mischief was done, past recall.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I have only, then, to say, that neither is the hero a portrait of myself,
+ nor is there any other portrait in either of the books, except in the case
+ of Dr. Arnold, where the true name is given. My deep feeling of gratitude
+ to him, and reverence for his memory, emboldened me to risk the attempt at
+ a portrait in his case, so far as the character was necessary for the
+ work. With these remarks, I leave this volume in the hands of readers.
+ </p>
+ <p>T. Hughes</p>
+ <p>Lincoln's Inn,</p>
+ <p>October, 1861</p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <p>
+ <b>CONTENTS</b>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER INTRODUCTORY </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER I—ST. AMBROSE'S COLLEGE </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER II—A ROW ON THE RIVER </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER III—A BREAKFAST AT DRYSDALE'S </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0005">
+ CHAPTER IV—THE ST. AMBROSE BOAT CLUB: ITS MINISTERY AND THEIR BUDGET.
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER V—HARDY, THE SERVITOR </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0007">
+ CHAPTER VI—HOW DRYSDALE AND BLAKE WENT FISHING
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VII—AN EXPLOSION </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER VIII—HARDY'S HISTORY </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER IX—&ldquo;A BROWN BAIT.&rdquo; </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER X—SUMMER TERM </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XI—MUSCULAR CHRISTIANITY </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XII—THE CAPTAIN'S NOTIONS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIII—THE FIRST BUMP </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0015">
+ CHAPTER XIV—A CHANGE IN THE CREW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XV—A STORM BREWS AND BREAKS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVI—THE STORM RAGES </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVII—NEW GROUND </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XVIII—ENGLEBOURNE VILLAGE </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XIX—A PROMISE OF FAIRER WEATHER </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XX—THE RECONCILIATION </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0022">
+ CHAPTER XXI—CAPTAIN HARDY ENTERTAINED BY ST. AMBROSE.
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0023">
+ CHAPTER XXII—DEPARTURES EXPECTED AND UNEXPECTED
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIII—THE ENGLEBOURN CONSTABLE </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXIV—THE SCHOOLS. </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXV—COMMEMORATION </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0027">
+ CHAPTER XXVI—THE LONG WALK IN CHRISTCHURCH MEADOWS
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVII—LECTURING A LIONESS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0029">
+ CHAPTER XXVIII—THE END OF THE FRESHMAN'S YEAR
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXIX—THE LONG VACATION LETTER-BAG. </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXX—AMUSEMENTS AT BARTON MANOR </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXI—BEHIND THE SCENES </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXII—A CRISIS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIII—BROWN PATRONUS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXIV—[Greek text] MEHDEN AGAN </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXV—SECOND YEAR </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVI—THE RIVER SIDE </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVII—THE NIGHT WATCH </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXVIII—MARY IN MAYFAIR </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XXXIX—WHAT CAME OF THE NIGHT WATCH </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER XL—HUE AND CRY </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0042">
+ CHAPTER XLI—THE LIEUTENANT'S SENTIMENTS AND PROBLEMS
+ </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER XLII—THIRD YEAR </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0044"> CHAPTER XLIII—AFTERNOON VISITORS </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER XLIV—THE INTERCEPTED LETTER-BAG </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0046"> CHAPTER XLV—MASTER'S TERM </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0047"> CHAPTER XLVI—FROM INDIA TO ENGLEBOURN </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0048"> CHAPTER XLVII—THE WEDDING-DAY </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0049"> CHAPTER XLVIII—THE BEGINNING OF THE END </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0050"> CHAPTER XLIX—THE END </a>
+ </p>
+ <p class="toc">
+ <a href="#link2HCH0051"> CHAPTER L </a>
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ <br><br>
+ <br><br>
+ </p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0001"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER INTRODUCTORY</h2>
+ <p>
+ In the Michaelmas term after leaving school, Tom Brown received a summons
+ from the authorities, and went up to matriculate at St. Ambrose's College,
+ Oxford. He presented himself at the college one afternoon, and was
+ examined by one of the tutors, who carried him, and several other youths
+ in like predicament, up to the Senate House the next morning. Here they
+ went through the usual forms of subscribing to the articles, and otherwise
+ testifying their loyalty to the established order of things, without much
+ thought perhaps, but in very good faith nevertheless. Having completed the
+ ceremony, by paying his fees, our hero hurried back home, without making
+ any stay in Oxford. He had often passed through it, so that the city had
+ not the charm of novelty for him, and he was anxious to get home; where,
+ as he had never spent an autumn away from school till now, for the first
+ time in his life he was having his fill of hunting and shooting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had left school in June, and did not go up to reside at Oxford till the
+ end of the following January. Seven good months; during a part of which he
+ had indeed read for four hours or so a week with the curate of the parish,
+ but the residue had been exclusively devoted to cricket and field sports.
+ Now, admirable as these institutions are, and beneficial as is their
+ influence on the youth of Britain, it is possible for a youngster to get
+ too much of them. So it had fallen out with our hero. He was a better
+ horseman and shot, but the total relaxation of all the healthy discipline
+ of school, the regular hours and regular work to which he had been used
+ for so many years, had certainly thrown him back in other ways. The whole
+ man had not grown; so that we must not be surprised to find him quite as
+ boyish, now that we fall in with him again, marching down to St. Ambrose's
+ with a porter wheeling his luggage after him on a truck as when we left
+ him at the end of his school career.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was in truth beginning to feel that it was high time for him to be
+ getting to regular work again of some sort. A landing place is a famous
+ thing, but it is only enjoyable for a time by any mortal who deserves one
+ at all. So it was with a feeling of unmixed pleasure that he turned in at
+ the St. Ambrose gates, and inquired of the porter what rooms had been
+ allotted to him within those venerable walls.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ While the porter consulted his list, the great college sundial, over the
+ lodge, which had lately been renovated, caught Tom's eye. The motto
+ underneath, <i>&ldquo;Pereunt et imputantur,&rdquo;</i> stood out, proud
+ of its new gilding, in the bright afternoon sun of a frosty January day:
+ which motto was raising sundry thoughts in his brain, when the porter came
+ upon the right place in his list, and directed him to the end of his
+ journey: No. 5 staircase, second quadrangle, three pair back. In which new
+ home we shall leave him to install himself, while we endeavor to give the
+ reader some notion of the college itself.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0002"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER I—ST. AMBROSE'S COLLEGE</h2>
+ <p>
+ St. Ambrose's College was a moderate-sized one. There might have been some
+ seventy or eighty undergraduates in residence, when our hero appeared
+ there as a freshman. Of these, unfortunately for the college, there were a
+ very large proportion of the gentleman-commoners; enough, in fact, with
+ the other men whom they drew round them, and who lived pretty much as they
+ did, to form the largest and leading set in the college. So the college
+ was decidedly fast.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The chief characteristic of this set was the most reckless extravagance of
+ every kind. London wine merchants furnished them with liqueurs at a guinea
+ a bottle and wine at five guineas a dozen; Oxford and London tailors vied
+ with one another in providing them with unheard-of quantities of the most
+ gorgeous clothing. They drove tandems in all directions, scattering their
+ ample allowances, which they treated as pocket money, about roadside inns
+ and Oxford taverns with open hand, and &ldquo;going tick&rdquo; for
+ everything which could by possibility be booked. Their cigars cost two
+ guineas a pound; their furniture was the best that could be bought;
+ pine-apples, forced fruit, and the most rare preserves figured at their
+ wine parties; they hunted, rode steeple-chases by day, played billiards
+ until the gates closed, and then were ready for <i>vingt-et-une</i>,
+ unlimited loo, and hot drink in their own rooms, as long as anyone could
+ be got to sit up and play.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The fast set then swamped, and gave the tone to the college; at which fact
+ no persons were more astonished and horrified than the authorities of St.
+ Ambrose.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ That they of all bodies in the world should be fairly run away with by a
+ set of reckless, loose young spendthrifts, was indeed a melancholy and
+ unprecedented fact; for the body of fellows of St. Ambrose was as
+ distinguished for learning, morality and respectability as any in the
+ University. The foundation was not, indeed, actually an open one. Oriel at
+ that time alone enjoyed this distinction; but there were a large number of
+ open fellowships, and the income of the college was large, and the livings
+ belonging to it numerous; so that the best men from other colleges were
+ constantly coming in. Some of these of a former generation had been
+ eminently successful in their management of the college. The St. Ambrose
+ undergraduates at one time had carried off almost all the university
+ prizes, and filled the class lists, while maintaining at the same time the
+ highest character for manliness and gentlemanly conduct. This had lasted
+ long enough to establish the fame of the college, and great lords and
+ statesmen had sent their sons there; head-masters had struggled to get the
+ names of their best pupils on the books; in short, everyone who had a son,
+ ward, or pupil, whom he wanted to push forward in the world—who was meant
+ to cut a figure, and take the lead among men, left no stone unturned to
+ get him into St. Ambrose's; and thought the first, and a very long step
+ gained when he had succeeded.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But the governing bodies of colleges are always on the change, and, in the
+ course of things men of other ideas came to rule at St. Ambrose—shrewd men
+ of the world; men of business, some of them, with good ideas of making the
+ most of their advantages; who said, &ldquo;Go to; why should we not make
+ the public pay for the great benefits we confer on them? Have we not the
+ very best article in the educational market to supply—almost a monopoly of
+ it—and shall we not get the highest price for it?&rdquo; So by degrees
+ they altered many things in the college. In the first place, under their
+ auspices, gentlemen-commoners increased and multiplied; in fact, the
+ eldest sons of baronets, even squires, were scarcely admitted on any other
+ footing. As these young gentlemen paid double fees to the college, and had
+ great expectations of all sorts, it could not be expected that they should
+ be subject to quite the same discipline as the common run of men, who
+ would have to make their own way in the world. So the rules as to
+ attendance at chapel and lectures, though nominally the same for them as
+ for commoners, were in practice relaxed in their favour; and, that they
+ might find all things suitable to persons in their position, the kitchen
+ and buttery were worked up to a high state of perfection, and St. Ambrose,
+ from having been one of the most reasonable, had come to be about the most
+ expensive college in the university. These changes worked as their
+ promoters probably desired that they should work, and the college was full
+ of rich men, and commanded in the university the sort of respect which
+ riches bring with them. But the old reputation, though still strong out of
+ doors, was beginning sadly to wane within the university precincts. Fewer
+ and fewer of the St. Ambrose men appeared in the class lists, or amongst
+ the prize-men. They no longer led the debates at the Union; the boat lost
+ place after place on the river; the eleven got beaten in all their
+ matches. The inaugurators of these changes had passed away in their turn,
+ and at last a reaction had commenced. The fellows recently elected, and
+ who were in residence at the time we write of, were for the most part men
+ of great attainments, all of them men who had taken very high honors. The
+ electors naturally enough had chosen them as the most likely persons to
+ restore, as tutors, the golden days of the college; and they had been
+ careful in the selection to confine themselves to very quiet and studious
+ men, such as were likely to remain up at Oxford, passing over men of more
+ popular manners and active spirits, who would be sure to flit soon into
+ the world, and be of little more service to St. Ambrose.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But these were not the men to get any hold on the fast set who were now in
+ the ascendant. It was not in the nature of things that they should
+ understand each other; in fact, they were hopelessly at war, and the
+ college was getting more and more out of gear in consequence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ What they could do, however, they were doing; and under their fostering
+ care were growing up a small set, including most of the scholars, who were
+ likely, as far as they were concerned, to retrieve the college character
+ of the schools. But they were too much like their tutors, men who did
+ little else but read. They neither wished for, nor were likely to gain,
+ the slightest influence on the fast set. The best men amongst them, too,
+ were diligent readers of the <i>Tracts for the Times</i>, and followers of
+ the able leaders of the High-church party, which was then a growing one;
+ and this led them also to form such friendships as they made amongst
+ out-college men of their own way of thinking-with high churchmen, rather
+ than St. Ambrose men. So they lived very much to themselves, and scarcely
+ interfered with the dominant party.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Lastly, there was the boating set, which was beginning to revive in the
+ college, partly from the natural disgust of any body of young Englishmen,
+ at finding themselves distanced in an exercise requiring strength and
+ pluck, and partly from the fact, that the captain for the time being was
+ one of the best oars in the University boat, and also a deservedly popular
+ character. He was now in his third year of residence, had won the pair-oar
+ race, and had pulled seven in the great yearly match with Cambridge, and
+ by constant hard work had managed to carry the St. Ambrose boat up to the
+ fifth place on the river. He will be introduced to you, gentle reader,
+ when the proper time comes; at present, we are only concerned with a
+ bird's-eye view of the college, that you may feel more or less at home in
+ it. The boating set was not so separate or marked as the reading set,
+ melting on one side into, and keeping up more or less connexion with, the
+ fast set, and also commanding a sort of half allegiance from most of the
+ men who belonged to neither of the other sets. The minor divisions, of
+ which of course there were many, need not be particularized, as the above
+ general classification will be enough for the purposes of this history.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Our hero, on leaving school, having bound himself solemnly to write all
+ his doings and thoughts to the friend whom he had left behind him:
+ distance and separation were to make no difference whatever in their
+ friendship. This compact had been made on one of their last evenings at
+ Rugby. They were sitting together in the six-form room, Tom splicing the
+ handle of a favourite cricket bat, and Arthur reading a volume of
+ Raleigh's works. The Doctor had lately been alluding to the &ldquo;History
+ of the World,&rdquo; and had excited the curiosity of the active-minded
+ amongst his pupils about the great navigator, statesman, soldier, author,
+ and fine gentleman. So Raleigh's works were seized on by various voracious
+ young readers, and carried out of the school library; and Arthur was now
+ deep in a volume of the &ldquo;Miscellanies,&rdquo; curled up on a corner
+ of the sofa. Presently, Tom heard something between a groan and a protest,
+ and, looking up, demanded explanations; in answer to which, Arthur, in a
+ voice half furious and half fearful, read out:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And be sure of this, thou shalt never find a friend in thy young
+ years whose conditions and qualities will please thee after thou comest to
+ more discretion and judgment; and then all thou givest is lost, and all
+ wherein thou shalt trust such a one will be discovered.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You don't mean that's Raleigh's?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes—here it is, in his first letter to his son.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What a cold-blooded old Philistine,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But it can't be true, do you think?&rdquo; said Arthur.</p>
+ <p>
+ And in short, after some personal reflections on Sir Walter, they then and
+ there resolved that, so far as they were concerned, it was not, could not,
+ and should not be true, that they would remain faithful, the same to each
+ other; and the greatest friends in the world, through I know not what
+ separations, trials, and catastrophes. And for the better insuring this
+ result, a correspondence, regular as the recurring months, was to be
+ maintained. It had already lasted through the long vacation and up to
+ Christmas without sensibly dragging, though Tom's letters had been
+ something of the shortest in November, when he had lots of shooting, and
+ two days a week with the hounds. Now, however, having fairly got to
+ Oxford, he determined to make up for all short-comings. His first letter
+ from college, taken in connexion with the previous sketch of the place,
+ will probably accomplish the work of introduction better than any detailed
+ account by a third party; and it is therefore given here verbatim:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ <i>&ldquo;St. Ambrose, Oxford,</i>
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ <i>&ldquo;February, 184-</i>
+ </p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;MY DEAR GEORDIE,</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;According to promise, I write to tell you how I get on up here, and
+ what sort of a place Oxford is. Of course, I don't know much about it yet,
+ having only been up some weeks, but you shall have my first impressions.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, first and foremost it's an awfully idle place; at any rate
+ for us freshmen. Fancy now. I am in twelve lectures a week of an hour
+ each—Greek Testament, first book of Herodotus, second AEneid, and first
+ book of Euclid! There's a treat! Two hours a day; all over by twelve, or
+ one at latest, and no extra work at all, in the shape of copies of verses,
+ themes, or other exercises.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think sometimes I'm back in the lower fifth; for we don't get
+ through more than we used to do there; and if you were to hear the men
+ construe, it would make your hair stand on end. Where on earth can they
+ have come from? Unless they blunder on purpose, as I often think. Of
+ course, I never look at a lecture before I go in, I know it all nearly by
+ heart, so it would be sheer waste of time. I hope I shall take to reading
+ something or other by myself; but you know I never was much of a hand at
+ sapping, and, for the present, the light work suits me well enough, for
+ there's plenty to see and learn about in this place.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We keep very gentlemanly hours. Chapel every morning at eight, and
+ evening at seven. You must attend once a day, and twice on Sundays—at
+ least, that's the rule of our college—and be in gates by twelve o'clock at
+ night. Besides which, if you're a decently steady fellow, you ought to
+ dine in hall perhaps four days a week. Hall is at five o'clock. And now
+ you have the sum total. All the rest of your time you may just do what you
+ like with.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So much for our work and hours. Now for the place. Well, it's a
+ grand old place, certainly; and I dare say, if a fellow goes straight in
+ it, and gets creditably through his three years, he may end by loving it
+ as much as we do the old school-house and quadrangle at Rugby. Our college
+ is a fair specimen: a venerable old front of crumbling stone fronting the
+ street, into which two or three other colleges look also. Over the gateway
+ is a large room, where the college examinations go on, when there are any;
+ and, as you enter, you pass the porters lodge, where resides our janitor,
+ a bustling little man, with a pot belly, whose business it is to put down
+ the time at which the men come in at night, and to keep all discommonsed
+ tradesmen, stray dogs, and bad characters generally, out of the college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The large quadrangle into which you come first, is bigger than ours
+ at Rugby, and a much more solemn and sleepy sort of a place, with its
+ gables and old mullioned windows. One side is occupied by the hall and
+ chapel; the principal's house takes up half another side; and the rest is
+ divided into staircases, on each of which are six or eight sets of rooms,
+ inhabited by us undergraduates, and here and there a tutor or fellow
+ dropped down amongst us (in the first-floor rooms, of course), not exactly
+ to keep order, but to act as a sort of ballast. This quadrangle is the
+ show part of the college, and is generally respectable and quiet, which is
+ a good deal more than can be said for the inner quadrangle, which you get
+ at through a passage leading out of the other. The rooms ain't half so
+ large or good in the inner quad; and here's where all we freshmen live,
+ besides a lot of the older undergraduates who don't care to change their
+ rooms. Only one tutor has rooms here; and I should think, if he's a
+ reading man, it won't be long before he clears out; for all sorts of high
+ jinks go on on the grass-plot, and the row on the staircases is often as
+ bad, and not half so respectable, as it used to be in the middle passage
+ in the last week of the half-year.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My rooms are what they call garrets, right up in the roof, with a
+ commanding view of the college tiles and chimney pots, and of houses at
+ the back. No end of cats, both college Toms and strangers, haunt the
+ neighbourhood, and I am rapidly learning cat-talking from them; but I'm
+ not going to stand it—I don't want to know cat-talk. The college Toms are
+ protected by the statutes, I believe; but I'm going to buy an air-gun for
+ the benefit of the strangers. My rooms are pleasant enough, at the top of
+ the kitchen staircase, and separated from all mankind by a great,
+ iron-clamped, outer door, my oak, which I sport when I go out or want to
+ be quiet; sitting room eighteen by twelve, bedroom twelve by eight, and a
+ little cupboard for the scout.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, Geordie, the scout is an institution! Fancy me waited upon and
+ valeted by a stout party in black of quiet, gentlemanly manners, like the
+ benevolent father in a comedy. He takes the deepest interest in all my
+ possessions and proceedings, and is evidently used to good society, to
+ judge by the amount of crockery and glass, wines, liquors, and grocery,
+ which he thinks indispensable for my due establishment. He has also been
+ good enough to recommend to me many tradesmen who are ready to supply
+ these articles in any quantities; each of whom has been here already a
+ dozen times, cap in hand, and vowing that it is quite immaterial when I
+ pay—which is very kind of them; but, with the highest respect for friend
+ Perkins (my scout) and his obliging friends, I shall make some enquiries
+ before &ldquo;letting in&rdquo; with any of them. He waits on me in hall,
+ where we go in full fig of cap and gown at five, and get very good
+ dinners, and cheap enough. It is rather a fine old room, with a good,
+ arched, black oak ceiling and high panelling, hung round with pictures of
+ old swells, bishops and lords chiefly, who have endowed the college in
+ some way, or at least have fed here in times gone by, and for whom,
+ <i>&ldquo;caeterisque benefactoribus nostris,&rdquo;</i> we daily give
+ thanks in a long Latin grace, which one of the undergraduates (I think it
+ must be) goes and rattles out at the end of the high table, and then comes
+ down again from the dais to his own place. No one feeds at the high table
+ except the dons and the gentlemen-commoners, who are undergraduates in
+ velvet caps and silk gowns. Why they wear these instead of cloth and serge
+ I haven't yet made out, I believe it is because they pay double fees; but
+ they seem uncommonly wretched up at the high table, and I should think
+ would sooner pay double to come to the other end of the hall.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The chapel is a quaint little place, about the size of the chancel
+ of Lutterworth Church. It just holds us all comfortably. The attendance is
+ regular enough, but I don't think the men care about it a bit in general.
+ Several I can see bring in Euclids, and other lecture books, and the
+ service is gone through at a great pace. I couldn't think at first why
+ some of the men seemed so uncomfortable and stiff about the legs at
+ morning service, but I find that they are the hunting set, and come in
+ with pea-coats over their pinks, and trousers over their leather breeches
+ and top-boots; which accounts for it. There are a few others who seem very
+ devout, and bow a good deal, and turn towards the altar at different parts
+ of the service. These are of the Oxford High-church school, I believe; but
+ I shall soon find out more about them. On the whole I feel less at home at
+ present, I am sorry to say, in the chapel, than anywhere else.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I was very near forgetting a great institution of the college,
+ which is the buttery-hatch, just opposite the hall-door. Here abides the
+ fat old butler (all the servants at St. Ambrose's are portly), and serves
+ out limited bread, butter, and cheese, and unlimited beer brewed by
+ himself, for an hour in the morning, at noon, and again at supper-time.
+ Your scout always fetches you a pint or so on each occasion in case you
+ should want it, and if you don't, it falls to him; but I can't say that my
+ fellow gets much, for I am naturally a thirsty soul, and cannot often
+ resist the malt myself, coming up as it does, fresh and cool, in one of
+ the silver tankards, of which we seem to have an endless supply.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I spent a day or two in the first week, before I got shaken down
+ into my place here, in going round and seeing the other colleges, and
+ finding out what great men had been at each (one got a taste for that sort
+ of work from the Doctor, and I'd nothing else to do). Well, I never was
+ more interested; fancy ferreting out Wycliffe, the Black Prince, our
+ friend Sir Walter Raleigh, Pym, Hampden, Laud, Ireton, Butler, and
+ Addison, in one afternoon. I walked about two inches taller in my trencher
+ cap after it. Perhaps I may be going to make dear friends with some fellow
+ who will change the history of England. Why shouldn't I? There must have
+ been freshmen once who were chums of Wycliffe of Queen's, or Raleigh of
+ Oriel. I mooned up and down the High-street, staring at all the young
+ faces in caps, and wondering which of them would turn out great generals,
+ or statesmen, or poets. Some of them will, of course, for there must be a
+ dozen at least, I should think, in every generation of undergraduates, who
+ will have a good deal to say to the ruling and guiding of the British
+ nation before they die.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, after all, the river is the feature of Oxford, to my mind; a
+ glorious stream, not five minutes' walk from the colleges, broad enough in
+ most places for three boats to row abreast. I expect I will take to
+ boating furiously: I have been down the river three or four times already
+ with some other freshmen, and it is glorious exercise; that I can see,
+ though we bungle and cut crabs desperately at present.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here's a long yarn I'm spinning for you; and I dare say after all
+ you'll say it tells you nothing, and you'd rather have twenty lines about
+ the men, and what they're thinking about and the meaning, and the inner
+ life of the place, and all that. Patience, patience! I don't know anything
+ about it myself yet, and have had only time to look at the shell, which is
+ a very handsome and stately affair; you shall have the kernel, if I ever
+ get at it, in due time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now write me a long letter directly, and tell me about the
+ Doctor, and who are in the Sixth, and how the house goes on, and what sort
+ of an eleven there'll be, and what you are doing and thinking about. Come
+ up here try for a scholarship; I'll take you in and show you the lions.
+ Remember me to old friends.—Ever your affectionately,
+ </p>
+ <h3>T. B.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0003"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER II—A ROW ON THE RIVER</h2>
+ <p>
+ Within a day or two of the penning of this celebrated epistle, which
+ created quite a sensation in the sixth-form room as it went the round
+ after tea, Tom realized one of the objects of his young Oxford ambition,
+ and succeeded in embarking on the river in a skiff by himself, with such
+ results as are now described. He had already been down several times in
+ pair-oar and four-oar boats, with an old oar to pull stroke, and another
+ to steer and coach the young idea, but he was not satisfied with these
+ essays. He could not believe that he was such a bad oar as the old hands'
+ made him out to be, and thought that it must be the fault of the other
+ freshmen who were learning with him that the boat made so little way and
+ rolled so much. He had been such a proficient in all the Rugby games, that
+ he couldn't realize the fact of his unreadiness in a boat. Pulling looked
+ a simple thing enough—much easier than tennis; and he had made a capital
+ start at the latter game, and been highly complimented by the marker after
+ his first hour in the little court. He forgot that cricket and fives are
+ capital training for tennis, but that rowing is a speciality, of the
+ rudiments of which he was wholly ignorant. And so, in full confidence
+ that, if he could only have a turn or two alone, he should not only
+ satisfy himself, but everybody else, that he was a heaven-born oar, he
+ refused all offers of companionship, and started on the afternoon of a
+ fine February day down to the boats for his trial trip. He had watched his
+ regular companions well out of college, and gave them enough start to make
+ sure that they would be off before he himself could arrive at St.
+ Ambrose's dressing room at Hall's, and chuckled, as he came within sight
+ of the river, to see the freshmen's boat in which he generally performed,
+ go plunging away past the University barge, keeping three different times
+ with four oars, and otherwise demeaning itself so as to become an object
+ of mirthful admiration to all beholders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was punted across to Hall's in a state of great content, which
+ increased when, in answer to his casual inquiry, the managing man informed
+ him that not a man of his college was about the place. So he ordered a
+ skiff with as much dignity and coolness as he could command, and hastened
+ up stairs to dress. He appeared again, carrying his boating coat and cap.
+ They were quite new, so he would not wear them; nothing about him should
+ betray the freshman on this day if he could help it.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Is my skiff ready?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right, sir; this way, sir;&rdquo; said the manager, conducting
+ him to a good, safe-looking craft. &ldquo;Any gentleman going to steer,
+ sir?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No&rdquo; said Tom, superciliously; &ldquo;You may take out the
+ rudder.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Going quite alone, sir? Better take one of our boys—find you a very
+ light one. Here, Bill!&rdquo;—and he turned to summons a juvenile waterman
+ to take charge of our hero.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Take out the rudder, do you hear?&rdquo; interrupted Tom. &ldquo;I
+ won't have a steerer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, sir, as you please,&rdquo; said the manager, proceeding to
+ remove the degrading appendage. &ldquo;The river's rather high, please to
+ remember, sir. You must mind the mill stream at Iffley Lock. I suppose you
+ can swim?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of course,&rdquo; said Tom, settling himself on his cushion.
+ &ldquo;Now, shove her off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next moment he was well out in the stream, and left to his own
+ resources. He got his sculls out successfully enough, and, though feeling
+ by no means easy on his seat, proceeded to pull very deliberately past the
+ barges, stopping his sculls in the air to feather accurately, in the hopes
+ of deceiving spectators into the belief that he was an old hand just going
+ out for a gentle paddle. The manager watched him for a minute, and turned
+ to his work with an aspiration that he might not come to grief.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But no thought of grief was on Tom's mind as he dropped gently down,
+ impatient for the time when he should pass the mouth of the Cherwell, and
+ so, having no longer critical eyes to fear, might put out his whole
+ strength, and give himself at least if not the world, assurance of a
+ waterman.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The day was a very fine one, a bright sun shining, and a nice fresh breeze
+ blowing across the stream, but not enough to ruffle the water seriously.
+ Some heavy storms up Gloucestershire way had cleared the air, and swollen
+ the stream at the same time; in fact, the river was as full as it could be
+ without overflowing its banks—a state in which, of all others, it is the
+ least safe for boating experiments. Fortunately, in those days there were
+ no outriggers. Even the racing skiffs were comparatively safe craft, and
+ would now be characterized as tubs; while the real tubs (in one of the
+ safest of which the prudent manager had embarked our hero) were of such
+ build that it required considerable ingenuity actually to upset them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ If any ordinary amount of bungling could have done it, Tom's voyage would
+ have terminated within a hundred yards of the Cherwell. While he had been
+ sitting quiet and merely paddling, and almost letting the stream carry him
+ down, the boat had trimmed well enough; but now, taking a long breath, he
+ leaned forward, and dug his sculls into the water, pulling them through
+ with all his strength. The consequence of this feat was that the handles
+ of the sculls came into violent collision in the middle of the boat, the
+ knuckles of his right hand were barked, his left scull unshipped, and the
+ head of his skiff almost blown round by the wind before he could restore
+ order on board.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never mind; try again,&rdquo; thought he, after the first sensation
+ of disgust had passed off, and a glance at the shore showed him that there
+ were no witnesses. &ldquo;Of course, I forgot one hand must go over the
+ other. It might have happened to anyone. Let me see, which hand shall I
+ keep uppermost; the left, that's the weakest.&rdquo; And away he went
+ again, keeping his newly-acquired fact painfully in mind, and so avoiding
+ further collision amidships for four or five strokes. But, as in other
+ sciences, the giving of undue prominence to one fact brings others
+ inexorably on the head of the student to avenge his neglect of them, so it
+ happened with Tom in his practical study of the science of rowing that by
+ thinking of his hands he forgot his seat, and the necessity of trimming
+ properly. Whereupon the old tub began to rock fearfully, and the next
+ moment, he missed the water altogether with his right scull, and subsided
+ backwards, not without struggles, into the bottom of the boat; while the
+ half stroke which he had pulled with his left hand sent her head well into
+ the bank.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom picked himself up, and settled himself on his bench again, a sadder
+ and wiser man, as the truth began to dawn upon him that pulling,
+ especially sculling, does not, like reading and writing, come by nature.
+ However, he addressed himself manfully to his task; savage indeed, and
+ longing to drive a hole in the bottom of the old tub, but as resolved as
+ ever to get to Sandford and back before hall time, or perish in the
+ attempt.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He shoved himself off the bank, and warned by his last mishap, got out
+ into mid stream, and there, moderating his ardor, and contenting himself
+ with a slow and steady stroke, was progressing satisfactorily, and
+ beginning to recover his temper, when a loud shout startled him; and,
+ looking over his shoulder at the imminent risk of an upset, he beheld the
+ fast sailor the Dart, close hauled on a wind, and almost aboard of him.
+ Utterly ignorant of what was the right thing to do, he held on his course,
+ and passed close under the bows of the miniature cutter, the steersman
+ having jammed his helm hard down, shaking her in the wind, to prevent
+ running over the skiff, and solacing himself with pouring maledictions on
+ Tom and his craft, in which the man who had hold of the sheets, and the
+ third, who was lounging in the bows, heartily joined. Tom was out of
+ ear-shot before he had collected vituperation enough to hurl back at them,
+ and was, moreover, already in the difficult navigation of the Gut, where,
+ notwithstanding all his efforts, he again ran aground; but, with this
+ exception, he arrived without other mishap at Iffley, where he lay on his
+ sculls with much satisfaction, and shouted, &ldquo;Lock—lock!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The lock-keeper appeared to the summons, but instead of opening the gates
+ seized a long boat-hook, and rushed towards our hero, calling upon him to
+ mind the mill-stream, and pull his right-hand scull; notwithstanding which
+ warning, Tom was within an ace of drifting past the entrance to the lock,
+ in which case assuredly his boat, if not he, had never returned whole.
+ However, the lock-keeper managed to catch the stern of his skiff with the
+ boat-hook, and drag him back into the proper channel, and then opened the
+ lock-gates for him. Tom congratulated himself as he entered the lock that
+ there were no other boats going through with him; but his evil star was in
+ the ascendant, and all things, animate and inanimate, seemed to be leagued
+ together to humiliate him. As the water began to fall rapidly, he lost his
+ hold of the chain and the tub instantly drifted across the lock, and was
+ in imminent danger of sticking and breaking her back, when the lock-keeper
+ again came to the rescue with his boat-hook and, guessing the state of the
+ case, did not quit him until he had safely shoved him and his boat well
+ out into the pool below, with an exhortation to mind and go outside of the
+ barge which was coming up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom started on the latter half of his outward voyage with the sort of look
+ which Cato must have worn when he elected the losing side, and all the
+ gods went over to the winning one. But his previous struggles had not been
+ thrown away, and he managed to keep the right side of the barge, turn the
+ corner without going around, and zigzag down Kennington reach, slowly
+ indeed, but with much labor, but at any rate safely. Rejoicing in his
+ feat, he stopped at the island, and recreated himself with a glass of
+ beer, looking now hopefully towards Sandford, which lay within easy
+ distance, now upwards again along the reach which he had just overcome,
+ and solacing himself with the remembrance of a dictum, which he had heard
+ from a great authority, that it was always easier to steer up stream than
+ down, from which he argued that the worst part of his trial trip was now
+ over.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Presently he saw a skiff turn the corner at the top of the Kennington
+ reach, and, resolving in his mind to get to Sandford before the new comer,
+ paid for his beer, and betook himself again to his tub. He got pretty well
+ off, and, the island shutting out his unconscious rival from his view,
+ worked away at first under the pleasing delusion that he was holding his
+ own. But he was soon undeceived, for in monstrously short time the
+ pursuing skiff showed around the corner and bore down on him. He never
+ relaxed his efforts, but could not help watching the enemy as he came up
+ with him hand over hand, and envying the perfect ease with which he seemed
+ to be pulling his long steady stroke and the precision with which he
+ steered, scarcely ever casting a look over his shoulder. He was hugging
+ the Berkshire side himself, as the other skiff passed him, and thought he
+ heard the sculler say something about keeping out, and minding the small
+ lasher; but the noise of the waters and his own desperate efforts
+ prevented his heeding, or, indeed, hearing the warning plainly. In another
+ minute, however, he heard plainly enough most energetic shouts behind him
+ and, turning his head over his right shoulder, saw the man who had just
+ passed him backing his skiff rapidly up stream towards him. The next
+ moment he felt the bows of his boat whirl round, the old tub grounded for
+ a moment, and then, turning over on her side, shot him out on to the
+ planking of the steep descent into the small lasher. He grasped at the
+ boards, but they were too slippery to hold, and the rush of water was too
+ strong for him, and rolling him over and over like a piece of driftwood,
+ plunged him into the pool below.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After the first moment of astonishment and fright was over, Tom left
+ himself to the stream, holding his breath hard, and paddling gently with
+ his hands, feeling sure that, if he could only hold on, he should come to
+ the surface sooner or later; which accordingly happened after a somewhat
+ lengthy submersion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His first impulse on rising to the surface, after catching his breath, was
+ to strike out for the shore, but, in the act of doing so, he caught sight
+ of the other skiff coming stern foremost down the decent after him, and he
+ trod the water and drew in his breath to watch. Down she came, as straight
+ as an arrow, into the tumult below; the sculler sitting upright, and
+ holding his sculls steadily in the water. For a moment she seemed to be
+ going under, but righted herself, and glided swiftly into the still water;
+ and then the sculler cast a hasty and anxious glance around, till his eyes
+ rested on our hero's half-drowned head.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, there you are!&rdquo; he said, looking much relieved;
+ &ldquo;all right, I hope. Not hurt, eh?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thankee; all right, I believe,&rdquo; answered Tom. &ldquo;What
+ shall I do?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Swim ashore; I'll look after your boat.&rdquo; So Tom took the
+ advice, swam ashore, and there stood dripping and watching the other as he
+ righted the old tub which was floating quietly bottom upwards, little the
+ worse for the mishap, and no doubt, if boats can wish, earnestly desiring
+ in her wooden mind to be allowed to go quietly to pieces then and there,
+ sooner to be rescued than be again entrusted to the guidance of freshmen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The tub having been brought to the bank, the stranger started again, and
+ collected the sculls and bottom boards which were floating about here and
+ there in the pool, and also succeeded in making salvage of Tom's coat, the
+ pockets of which held his watch, purse, and cigar case. These he brought
+ to the bank, and delivering them over, inquired whether there was anything
+ else to look after.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, no; nothing but my cap. Never mind it. It's luck enough
+ not to have lost the coat,&rdquo; said Tom, holding up the dripping
+ garment to let the water run out of the arms and pocket-holes, and then
+ wringing it as well as he could. &ldquo;At any rate,&rdquo; thought he,
+ &ldquo;I needn't be afraid of its looking too new any more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The stranger put off again, and made one more round, searching for the cap
+ and anything else which he might have overlooked, but without success.
+ While he was doing so, Tom had time to look him well over, and see what
+ sort of a man had come to his rescue. He hardly knew at the time the full
+ extent of his obligation—at least if this sort of obligation is to be
+ reckoned not so much by the service actually rendered, as by the risk
+ encountered to be able to render it. There were probably not three men in
+ the University who would have dared to shoot the lasher in a skiff in its
+ then state, for it was in those times a really dangerous place; and Tom
+ himself had an extraordinary escape, for, as Miller, the St. Ambrose
+ coxswain, remarked on hearing the story, &ldquo;No one who wasn't born to
+ be hung could have rolled down it without knocking his head against
+ something hard, and going down like lead when he got to the bottom.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was very well satisfied with his inspection. The other man was
+ evidently a year or two older than himself, his figure was more set, and
+ he had stronger whiskers than are generally grown at twenty. He was
+ somewhere about five feet ten in height, very deep-chested, and with long
+ powerful arms and hands. There was no denying, however, that at the first
+ glance he was an ugly man; he was marked with small-pox, had large
+ features, high cheekbones, deeply set eyes, and a very long chin; and had
+ got the trick which many underhung men have of compressing his upper lip.
+ Nevertheless, there was that in his face which hit Tom's fancy, and made
+ him anxious to know his rescuer better. He had an instinct that good was
+ to be gotten out of him. So he was very glad when the search was ended,
+ and the stranger came to the bank, shipped his sculls, and jumped out with
+ the painter of his skiff in his hand, which he proceeded to fasten to an
+ old stump, while he remarked—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm afraid the cap's lost.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It doesn't matter the least. Thank you for coming to help me; it
+ was very kind indeed, and more than I expected. Don't they say that one
+ Oxford man will never save another from drowning unless they have been
+ introduced?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know,&rdquo; replied the other; &ldquo;are you sure you're
+ not hurt?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, quite,&rdquo; said Tom, foiled in what he considered an artful
+ plan to get the stranger to introduce himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we're very well out of it,&rdquo; said the other, looking at
+ the steep descent into the lasher, and the rolling tumbling rush of the
+ water below.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed we are,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but how in the world did you
+ manage not to upset?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hardly know myself—I had shipped a good deal of water, you see.
+ Perhaps I ought to have jumped out on the bank and come across to you,
+ leaving my skiff in the river, for if I had upset I couldn't have helped
+ you much. However, I followed my instinct, which was to come the quickest
+ way. I thought, too, that if I could manage to get down in the boat I
+ should be of more use. I am very glad I did it,&rdquo; he added after a
+ moment's pause; &ldquo;I'm really proud of having come down that
+ place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So ain't I,&rdquo; said Tom, with a laugh, in which the other
+ joined.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But now you're getting chilled,&rdquo; and he turned from the
+ lasher and looked at Tom's chattering jaws.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, it's nothing. I'm used to being wet.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you may just as well be comfortable if you can. Here's this
+ rough Jersey which I use instead of a coat; pull off that wet cotton
+ affair, and put it on, and then we'll get to work, for we have plenty to
+ do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After a little persuasion Tom did as he was bid, and got into the great
+ woolen garment, which was very comforting; and then the two set about
+ getting their skiffs back into the main stream. This was comparatively
+ easy as to the lighter skiff, which was soon baled out and hauled by main
+ force on to the bank, carried across and launched again. The tub gave them
+ much more trouble, for she was quite full of water and very heavy; but
+ after twenty minutes or so of hard work, during which the mutual respect
+ of the labourers for the strength and willingness of each other was much
+ increased, she also lay in the main stream, leaking considerably, but
+ otherwise not much the worse for her adventure.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now what do you mean to do?&rdquo; said the stranger. &ldquo;I
+ don't think you can pull home in her. One doesn't know how much she may be
+ damaged. She may sink in the lock, or play any prank.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what am I to do with her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you can leave her at Sandford and walk up, and send one of
+ Hall's boys after her. Or, if you like, I will tow her up behind my
+ skiff.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Won't your skiff carry two?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; if you like to come I'll take you, but you must sit very
+ quiet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can't we go down to Sandford first and have a glass of ale? What
+ time is it?—the water has stopped my watch.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A quarter past three. I have about twenty minutes to spare.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, then,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but will you let me pull
+ your skiff down to Sandford? I resolved to pull to Sandford to-day, and
+ don't like to give it up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By all means, if you like,&rdquo; said the other, with a smile;
+ &ldquo;jump in, and I'll walk along the bank.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Tom, hurrying into the skiff, in which he
+ completed the remaining quarter of a mile, while the owner walked by the
+ side, watching him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They met on the bank at the little inn by Sandford lock, and had a glass
+ of ale, over which Tom confessed that it was the first time he had ever
+ navigated a skiff by himself, and gave a detailed account of his
+ adventures, to the great amusement of his companion. And by the time they
+ rose to go, it was settled, at Tom's earnest request, that he should pull
+ the sound skiff up, while his companion sat in the stern and coached him.
+ The other consented very kindly, merely stipulating that he himself should
+ take the sculls, if it should prove that Tom could not pull them up in
+ time for hall dinner. So they started, and took the tub in tow when they
+ came up to it. Tom got on famously under his new tutor, who taught him to
+ get forward, and open his knees properly, and throw his weight on to the
+ sculls at the beginning of the stroke. He managed even to get into Iffley
+ lock on the way up without fouling the gates, and was then and there
+ complimented on his progress. Whereupon, as they sat, while the lock
+ filled, Tom poured out his thanks to his tutor for his instruction, which
+ had been given so judiciously that, while he was conscious of improving at
+ every stroke, he did not feel that the other was asserting any superiority
+ over him; and so, though more humble than at the most disastrous period of
+ his downward voyage, he was getting into a better temper every minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It is a great pity that some of our instructors in more important matters
+ than sculling will not take a leaf out of the same book. Of course, it is
+ more satisfactory to one's own self-love to make everyone who comes to one
+ to learn, feel that he is a fool, and we wise men; but if our object is to
+ teach well and usefully what we know ourselves there cannot be a worse
+ method. No man, however, is likely to adopt it, so long as he is conscious
+ that he has anything himself to learn from his pupils; and as soon as he
+ has arrived at the conviction that they can teach him nothing—that it is
+ henceforth to be all give and no take—the sooner he throws up his office
+ of teacher, the better it will be for himself, his pupils, and his
+ country, whose sons he is misguiding.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On their way up, so intent were they on their own work that it was not
+ until shouts of &ldquo;Hello, Brown! how did you get there? Why, you said
+ you were not going down today,&rdquo; greeted them just above the Gut,
+ that they were aware of the presence of the freshmen's four-oar of St.
+ Ambrose College, which had with some trouble succeeded in overtaking them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I said I wasn't going down with <i>you</i>,&rdquo; shouted Tom,
+ grinding away harder than ever, that they might witness and wonder at his
+ prowess.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I dare say! Whose skiff are you towing up? I believe you've
+ been upset.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom made no reply, and the four-oar floundered on ahead.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you at St. Ambrose's?&rdquo; asked his sitter, after a minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; that's my treadmill, that four-oar. I've been down in it
+ almost every day since I came up, and very poor fun it is. So I thought
+ to-day I would go on my own hook, and see if I couldn't make a better hand
+ of it. And I have too, I know, thanks to you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The other made no remark, but a little shade came over his face. He had no
+ chance of making out Tom's college, as the new cap which would have
+ betrayed him had disappeared in the lasher. He himself wore a glazed straw
+ hat, which was of no college; so that up to this time neither of them had
+ known to what college the other belonged.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When they landed at Hall's, Tom was at once involved in a wrangle with the
+ manager as to the amount of damage done to the tub; which the latter
+ refused to assess before he knew what had happened to it; while our hero
+ vigorously and with reason maintained, that if he knew his business it
+ could not matter what had happened to the boat. There she was, and he must
+ say whether she was better or worse, or how much worse than when she
+ started. In the middle of which dialogue his new acquaintance, touching
+ his arm, said, &ldquo;You can leave my jersey with your own things; I
+ shall get it to-morrow,&rdquo; and then disappeared.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, when he had come to terms with his adversary, ran upstairs, expecting
+ to find the other, and meaning to tell his name, and find out who it was
+ that had played the good Samaritan by him. He was much annoyed when he
+ found the coast clear, and dressed in a grumbling humour. &ldquo;I wonder
+ why he should have gone off so quick. He might just as well have stayed
+ and walked up with me,&rdquo; thought he. &ldquo;Let me see, though;
+ didn't he say I was to leave his Jersey in our room, with my own things?
+ Why, perhaps he is a St. Ambrose man himself. But then he would have told
+ me so, surely. I don't remember to have seen his face in chapel or hall;
+ but then there is such a lot of new faces, and he may not sit near me.
+ However I mean to find him out before long, whoever he may be.&rdquo; With
+ which resolve Tom crossed in the punt into Christ's Church meadow, and
+ strolled college-wards, feeling that he had had a good hard afternoon's
+ exercise, and was much the better for it. He might have satisfied his
+ curiosity at once by simply asking the manager who it was that had arrived
+ with him; and this occurred to him before he got home, whereat he felt
+ satisfied, but would not go back then, as it was so near hall time. He
+ would be sure to remember it the first thing tomorrow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As it happened, however, he had not so long to wait for the information
+ which he needed; for scarcely had he sat down in hall and ordered his
+ dinner, when he caught sight of his boating acquaintance, who walked in
+ habited in a gown which Tom took for a scholar's. He took his seat at a
+ little table in the middle of the hall, near the bachelors' table, but
+ quite away from the rest of the undergraduates, at which sat four or five
+ other men in similar gowns. He either did not or would not notice the
+ looks of recognition which Tom kept firing at him until he had taken his
+ seat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who is that man that has just come in, do you know?&rdquo; said Tom
+ to his next neighbour, a second term man.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Which?&rdquo; said the other, looking up.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That one over at the little table in the middle of the hall, with
+ the dark whiskers. There, he has just turned rather from us, and put his
+ arm on the table.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, his name is Hardy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Do you know him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; I don't think anybody does. They say he is a clever fellow, but
+ a very queer one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why does he sit at that table!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is one of our servitors; they all sit there together.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said Tom, not much wiser for the information, but
+ resolved to waylay Hardy as soon as the hall was over, and highly
+ delighted to find that they were after all of the same college; for he had
+ already begun to find out, that however friendly you may be with
+ out-college men, you must live chiefly with those of your own. But now his
+ scout brought his dinner, and he fell to with the appetite of a freshman
+ on his ample commons.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0004"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER III—A BREAKFAST AT DRYSDALE'S</h2>
+ <p>
+ No man in St. Ambrose College gave such breakfasts as Drysdale. Not the
+ great heavy spreads for thirty or forty, which came once or twice a term,
+ when everything was supplied out of the college kitchen, and you had to
+ ask leave of the Dean before you could have it at all. In those ponderous
+ feasts the most hum-drum of the undergraduate kind might rival the most
+ artistic, if he could only pay his battle-bill, or get credit with the
+ cook. But the daily morning meal, when even gentlemen commoners were
+ limited to two hot dishes out of the kitchen, this was Drysdale's forte.
+ Ordinary men left the matter in the hands of scouts, and were content with
+ the ever-recurring buttered toasts and eggs, with a dish of broiled ham,
+ or something of the sort, with a marmalade and bitter ale to finish with;
+ but Drysdale was not an ordinary man, as you felt in a moment when you
+ went to breakfast with him for the first time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The staircase on which he lived was inhabited, except in the garrets, by
+ men in the fast set, and he and three others, who had an equal aversion to
+ solitary feeding, had established a breakfast-club, in which, thanks to
+ Drysdale's genius, real scientific gastronomy was cultivated. Every
+ morning the boy from the Weirs arrived with freshly caught gudgeon, and
+ now and then an eel or trout, which the scouts on the staircase had learnt
+ to fry delicately in oil. Fresh watercresses came in the same basket, and
+ the college kitchen furnished a spitchedcocked chicken, or grilled
+ turkey's leg. In the season there were plover's eggs; or, at the worst,
+ there was a dainty omelette; and a distant baker, famed for his light
+ rolls and high charges, sent in the bread—the common domestic college loaf
+ being of course out of the question for anyone with the slightest
+ pretension to taste, and fit only for the perquisite of scouts. Then there
+ would be a deep Yorkshire pie, or reservoir of potted game, as a
+ <i>piece, de resistance</i>, and three or four sorts of preserves; and a
+ large cool tankard of cider or ale-cup to finish up with, or soda-water
+ and maraschino for a change. Tea and coffee were there indeed, but merely
+ as a compliment to those respectable beverages, for they were rarely
+ touched by the breakfast eaters of No. 3 staircase. Pleasant young
+ gentlemen they were on No. 3 staircase; I mean the ground and first floor
+ men who formed the breakfast-club, for the garrets were nobodies. Three
+ out of the four were gentlemen-commoners, with allowances of 500L a year
+ at least each; and, as they treated their allowances as pocket-money, and
+ were all in their first year, ready money was plenty and credit good, and
+ they might have had potted hippopotamus for breakfast if they had chosen
+ to order it, which they would most likely have done if they had thought of
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Two out of the three were the sons of rich men who made their own
+ fortunes, and sent their sons to St. Ambrose's because it was very
+ desirable that the young gentlemen should make good connexions. In fact,
+ the fathers looked upon the University as a good investment, and gloried
+ much in hearing their sons talk familiarly in the vacations of their dear
+ friends Lord Harry This and Sir George That.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale, the third of the set, was the heir of an old as well of a rich
+ family, and consequently, having his connexion ready made to his hand,
+ cared little enough with whom he associated, provided they were pleasant
+ fellows, and gave him good food and wines. His whole idea at present was
+ to enjoy himself as much as possible; but he had good manly stuff in him
+ at the bottom, and, had he fallen into any but the fast set, would have
+ made a fine fellow, and done credit to himself and his college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The fourth man at the breakfast-club, the Hon. Piers St. Cloud was in his
+ third year, and was a very well-dressed, well-mannered, well-connected
+ young man. His allowance was small for the set he lived with, but he never
+ wanted for anything. He didn't entertain much, certainly, but when he did,
+ everything was in the best possible style. He was very exclusive, and knew
+ no man in college out of the fast set, and of these he addicted himself
+ chiefly to the society of the rich freshmen, for somehow the men of his
+ own standing seemed a little shy of him. But with the freshmen he was
+ always hand and glove, lived in their rooms, and used their wines, horses,
+ and other movable property as his own. Being a good whist and billiard
+ player, and not a bad jockey, he managed in one way or another to make his
+ young friends pay well for the honour of his acquaintance; as, indeed, why
+ should they not, at least those of them who came to the college to form
+ eligible connexions; for had not his remote lineal ancestor come over in
+ the same ship with William the Conqueror? Were not all his relations about
+ the Court, as lords and ladies in waiting, white sticks or black rods, and
+ in the innermost of all possible circles of the great world; and was there
+ a better coat of arms than he bore in all Burke's Peerage?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Our hero had met Drysdale at a house in the country shortly before the
+ beginning of his first term, and they had rather taken to one another.
+ Drysdale had been amongst his first callers; and, as he came out of chapel
+ one morning shortly after his arrival, Drysdale's scout came up to him
+ with an invitation to breakfast. So he went to his own rooms, ordered his
+ commons to be taken across to No. 3, and followed himself a few minutes
+ afterwards. No one was in the rooms when he arrived, for none of the club
+ had finished their toilettes. Morning chapel was not meant for, or
+ cultivated by gentlemen-commoners; they paid double chapel fees, in
+ consideration of which, probably, they were not expected to attend so
+ often as the rest of the undergraduates; at any rate, they didn't, and no
+ harm came to them in consequence of their absence. As Tom entered, a great
+ splashing in an inner room stopped for a moment, and Drysdale's voice
+ shouted out that he was in his tub, but would be with him in a minute. So
+ Tom gave himself up to contemplation of the rooms in which his fortunate
+ acquaintance dwelt; and very pleasant rooms they were. The large room in
+ which the breakfast-table was laid for five, was lofty and well
+ proportioned, and panelled with old oak, and the furniture was handsome
+ and solid, and in keeping with the room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There were four deep windows, high up in the wall, with cushioned seats
+ under them, two looking into the large quadrangle, and two into the inner
+ one. Outside these windows, Drysdale had rigged up hanging gardens, which
+ were kept full of flowers by the first nurseryman in Oxford, all the year
+ round; so that even on this February morning, the scent of gardenia and
+ violets pervaded the room, and strove for mastery with the smell of stale
+ tobacco, which hung about the curtains and sofa. There was a large glass
+ in an oak frame over the mantelpiece, which was loaded with choice pipes
+ and cigar cases and quaint receptacles for tobacco; and by the side of the
+ glass hung small carved oak frames, containing lists of meets of the
+ Heyshrop, the Old Berkshire, and Drake's hounds, for the current week.
+ There was a queer assortment of well-framed paintings and engravings on
+ the walls; some of considerable merit, especially some watercolor and
+ sea-pieces and engravings from Landseer's pictures, mingled with which
+ hung Taglioni and Cerito, in short petticoats and impossible attitudes;
+ Phosphurous winning the Derby; the Death of Grimaldi (the famous
+ steeple-chase horse, not poor old Joe); an American Trotting Match, and
+ Jem Belcher and Deaf Burke in attitudes of self-defense. Several tandem
+ and riding whips, mounted in heavy silver, and a double-barrelled gun, and
+ fishing rods, occupied one corner, and a polished copper cask, holding
+ about five gallons of mild ale, stood in another. In short, there was
+ plenty of everything except books—the literature of the world being
+ represented, so far as Tom could make out in his short scrutiny, by a few
+ well-bound but badly used volumes of the classics, with the cribs thereto
+ appertaining, shoved away into a cupboard which stood half open, and
+ contained besides, half-emptied decanters, and large pewters, and dog
+ collars, and packs of cards, and all sorts of miscellaneous articles to
+ serve as an antidote.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had scarcely finished his short survey when the door of the bedroom
+ opened, and Drysdale emerged in a loose jacket lined with silk, his velvet
+ cap on his head, and otherwise gorgeously attired. He was a
+ pleasant-looking fellow of middle size, with dark hair, and a merry brown
+ eye, with a twinkle in it, which spoke well for his sense of humor;
+ otherwise, his large features were rather plain, but he had the look and
+ manners of a thoroughly well-bred gentleman.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His first act, after nodding to Tom, was to seize on a pewter and resort
+ to the cask in the corner, from whence he drew a pint or so of the
+ contents, having, as he said, &ldquo;'a whoreson longing for that poor
+ creature, small beer.' We were playing Van-John in Blake's rooms till
+ three last night, and he gave us devilled bones and mulled port. A fellow
+ can't enjoy his breakfast after that without something to cool his
+ coppers.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was as yet ignorant of what Van-John might be, so held his peace, and
+ took a pull at the beer which the other handed to him; and then the scout
+ entered, and received orders to bring up Jack and the breakfast, and not
+ wait for any one. In another minute, a bouncing and scratching was heard
+ on the stairs, and a white bulldog rushed in, a gem in his way; for his
+ brow was broad and massive, his skin was as fine as a lady's, and his tail
+ taper and nearly as thin as a clay pipe. His general look, and a way he
+ had of going 'snuzzling' about the calves of strangers, were not pleasant
+ for nervous people. Tom, however, was used to dogs, and soon became
+ friends with him, which evidently pleased his host. And then the breakfast
+ arrived, all smoking, and with it the two other ingenious youths, in
+ velvet caps and far more gorgeous apparel, so far as colors went, than
+ Drysdale. They were introduced to Tom, who thought them somewhat ordinary
+ and rather loud young gentlemen. One of them remonstrated vigorously
+ against the presence of that confounded dog, and so Jack was sent to lie
+ down in a corner, and then the four fell to work upon the breakfast.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was a good lesson in gastronomy, but the results are scarcely worth
+ repeating here. It is wonderful, though, how you feel drawn to a man who
+ feeds you well; and, as Tom's appetite got less, his liking and respect
+ for his host undoubtedly increased.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When they had nearly finished, in walked the Honorable Piers, a tall
+ slight man, two or three years older than the rest of them; good looking,
+ and very well and quietly dressed, but with the drawing up of his nostril,
+ and a drawing down of the corners of his mouth, which set Tom against him
+ at once. The cool, supercilious half-nod, moreover, to which he treated
+ our hero when introduced to him, was enough to spoil his digestion, and
+ hurt his self-love a good deal more than he would have liked to own.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here, Henry,&rdquo; said the Honorable Piers to the scout in
+ attendance, seating himself, and inspecting the half-cleared dishes;
+ &ldquo;what is there for my breakfast?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Henry bustled about, and handed a dish or two.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't want these cold things; haven't you kept me any
+ gudgeon?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why sir&rdquo; said Henry, &ldquo;there was only two dozen this
+ morning, and Mr. Drysdale told me to cook them all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To be sure I did,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;Just half a dozen
+ for each of us four: they were first-rate. If you can't get here at
+ half-past nine, you won't get gudgeon, I can tell you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Just go and get me a broil from the kitchen,&rdquo; said the
+ Honorable Piers, without deigning an answer to Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very sorry, sir; kitchen's shut by now, sir,&rdquo; answered Henry.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then go to Hinton's, and order some cutlets.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Henry,&rdquo; shouted Drysdale to the retreating scout;
+ &ldquo;not to my tick, mind! Put them down to Mr. St. Cloud.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Henry seemed to know very well that in that case he might save himself the
+ trouble of the journey, and consequently returned to his waiting; and the
+ Honorable Piers set to work upon his breakfast, without showing any
+ further ill temper certainly, except by the stinging things which he threw
+ every now and then into the conversation, for the benefit of each of the
+ others in turn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom thought he detected signs of coming hostilities between his host and
+ St. Cloud, for Drysdale seemed to prick up his ears and get combative
+ whenever the other spoke, and lost no chance in roughing him in his
+ replies. And, indeed, he was not far wrong; the fact being, that during
+ Drysdale's first term, the other had lived on him—drinking his wine,
+ smoking his cigars, driving his dog-cart, and winning his money; all which
+ Drysdale, who was the easiest going and best tempered fellow in Oxford,
+ had stood without turning a hair. But St. Cloud added to these little
+ favors a half patronizing, half contemptuous manner, which he used with
+ great success towards some of the other gentleman-commoners, who thought
+ it a mark of high breeding, and the correct thing, but which Drysdale, who
+ didn't care three straws about knowing St. Cloud, wasn't going to put up
+ with.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ However, nothing happened but a little sparring, and the breakfast things
+ were cleared away, and the tankards left on the table, and the company
+ betook themselves to cigars and easy chairs. Jack came out of his corner
+ to be gratified with some of the remnants by his fond master, and then
+ curled himself up on the sofa along which Drysdale lounged.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What are you going to do to-day, Drysdale?&rdquo; said one of the
+ others. &ldquo;I've ordered a leader to be sent on over the bridge, and
+ mean to drive my dog-cart over, and dine at Abingdon. Won't you
+ come?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Who's going besides?&rdquo; asked Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, only St. Cloud and Farley here. There's lots of room for a
+ fourth.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank'ee; teaming's slow work on the back seat. Besides, I've
+ half promised to go down in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In the boat!&rdquo; shouted the other. &ldquo;Why, you don't mean
+ to say you're going to take to pulling?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't know; I rather think I am. I'm dog-tired of driving
+ and doing the High Street, and playing cards and billiards all day, and
+ our boat is likely to be head of the river, I think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove! I should as soon have thought of you taking to reading, or
+ going to University Sermon,&rdquo; put in St. Cloud.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And the boating-men, too,&rdquo; went on Farley; &ldquo;did you
+ ever see such a set, St. Cloud? with their everlasting flannels and
+ jerseys, and hair cropped like prize-fighters?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll bet a guinea there isn't one of them has more than 200L a
+ year,&rdquo; put in Chanter, whose father could just write his name, and
+ was making a colossal fortune by supplying bad iron rails to the new
+ railway companies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What the devil do I care,&rdquo; broke in Drysdale; &ldquo;I know
+ they're a deal more amusing than you fellows, who can't do anything that
+ don't cost pounds.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Getting economical!&rdquo; sneered St. Cloud.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't see the fun of tearing one's heart out, and
+ blistering one's hands, only to get abused by that little brute Miller the
+ coxswain,&rdquo; said Farley.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you won't be able to sit straight in your chair for a
+ month,&rdquo; said Chanter; &ldquo;and the captain will make you dine at
+ one, and fetch you out of anybody's rooms, confound his impudence whether
+ he knows them or not, at eleven o'clock every night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Two cigars every day, and a pint and a half of liquid,&rdquo; and
+ Farley inserted his cod fish face into the tankard; &ldquo;fancy Drysdale
+ on training allowance!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here a newcomer entered in a bachelor's gown, who was warmly greeted by
+ the name of Sanders by Drysdale. St. Cloud and he exchanged the coldest
+ possible nods; and the other two, taking the office from their mentor,
+ stared at him through their smoke, and, after a minute or two's silence,
+ and a few rude half-whispered remarks amongst themselves, went off to play
+ a game of pyramids till luncheon time. Saunders took a cigar which
+ Drysdale offered, and began asking about his friends at home, and what he
+ had been doing in the vacation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They were evidently intimate, though Tom thought that Drysdale didn't seem
+ quite at his ease at first, which he wondered at, as Sanders took his
+ fancy at once. However, eleven o'clock struck, and Tom had to go to
+ lecture, where we cannot follow him just now, but must remain with
+ Drysdale and Saunders, who chatted on very pleasantly for some twenty
+ minutes, till a knock came at the door. It was not till the third summons
+ that Drysdale shouted, &ldquo;Come in,&rdquo; with a shrug of his
+ shoulders, and an impatient kick at the sofa cushion at his feet, as
+ though not half pleased at the approaching visit.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Reader! Had you not ever a friend a few years older than yourself, whose
+ good opinions you were anxious to keep? A fellow
+ <i>teres atqua rotundus</i>; who could do everything better than you, from
+ Plato and tennis down to singing a comic song and playing quoits? If you
+ have had, wasn't he always in your rooms or company whenever anything
+ happened to show your little weak points? Sanders, at any rate, occupied
+ this position towards our young friend Drysdale, and the latter, much as
+ he liked Sander's company, would have preferred it at any time than on an
+ idle morning just at the beginning of term, when the gentlemen tradesmen,
+ who look upon undergraduates in general, and gentlemen-commoners in
+ particular, as their lawful prey, are in the habit of calling in flocks.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The new arrival was a tall florid man, with a half servile, half impudent,
+ manner, and a foreign accent; dressed in sumptuous costume, with a
+ velvet-faced coat, and a gorgeous plush waist-coat. Under his arm he
+ carried a large parcel, which he proceeded to open, and placed upon a sofa
+ the contents, consisting of a couple of coats, and three or four
+ waistcoats and a pair of trousers. He saluted Sanders with a most
+ obsequious bow, looked nervously at Jack, who opened one eye from between
+ his master's legs and growled, and then, turning to Drysdale, asked if he
+ should have the honor of seeing him try on any of the clothes?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; I can't be bored with trying them on now,&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;leave them where they are.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Schloss would like very much on his return to town, in a day or two,
+ to be able to assure his principals, that Mr. Drysdale's orders had been
+ executed to his satisfaction. He had also some very beautiful new stuffs
+ with him, which he should like to submit to Mr. Drysdale, and without more
+ ado began unfolding cards of the most fabulous plushes and cloths.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale glanced first at the cards and then at Sanders, who sat puffing
+ his cigar, and watching Schloss's proceedings with a look not unlike
+ Jack's when anyone he did not approve of approached his master.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Confound your patterns, Schloss,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;I
+ tell you I have more things than I want already.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The large stripe, such as these, is now very much worn in
+ London,&rdquo; went on Schloss, without heeding the rebuff, and spreading
+ his cards on the table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;D—— trousers,&rdquo; replied Drysdale; &ldquo;you seem to think a
+ fellow has ten pair of legs.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Monsieur is pleased to joke,&rdquo; smiled Schloss; &ldquo;but, to
+ be in the mode, gentlemen must have variety.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I won't order any now, that's flat,&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Monsieur will do as he pleases; but it is impossible that he should
+ not have some plush waists; the fabric is only just out, and is making a
+ sensation.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now look here, Schloss; will you go if I order a waist coat?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Monsieur is very good; he sees how tasteful these new patterns
+ are.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wouldn't, be seen at a cock-fight in one of them, there're as
+ gaudy as a salmon-fly,&rdquo; said Drysdale, feeling the stuff which the
+ obsequious Schloss held out. &ldquo;But it seems nice stuff, too,&rdquo;
+ he went on; &ldquo;I shouldn't mind having a couple of waistcoats of it of
+ this pattern;&rdquo; and he chucked across to Schloss a dark tartan
+ waistcoat which was lying near him. &ldquo;Have you got the stuff in that
+ pattern?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! no,&rdquo; said Schloss, gathering up the waistcoat; &ldquo;but
+ it shall not hinder. I shall have at once a loom for Monsieur set up at
+ once in Paris.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Set it up in Jericho if you like,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;and
+ now go!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;May I ask, Mr. Schloss,&rdquo; broke in Sanders, &ldquo;what it
+ will cost to set up the loom?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! indeed, a trifle only; some twelve, or perhaps fourteen
+ pounds.&rdquo; Sanders gave a chuckle, and puffed away at his cigar.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove,&rdquo; shouted Drysdale, jerking himself in a sitting
+ posture, and upsetting Jack, who went trotting about the room, and
+ snuffing at Schloss's legs; &ldquo;do you mean to say, Schloss, you were
+ going to make me waistcoats at fourteen guineas apiece?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not if Monsieur disapproves. Ah! the large hound is not friendly to
+ strangers; I will call again when Monsieur is more at leisure.&rdquo; And
+ Schloss gathered up his cards and beat a hasty retreat, followed by Jack
+ with his head on one side, and casting an enraged look at Sanders, as he
+ slid through the door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well done, Jack, old boy!&rdquo; said Sanders, patting him;
+ &ldquo;what a funk the fellow was in. Well, you've saved your master a
+ pony this fine morning. Cheap dog you've got, Drysdale.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;D—— the fellow,&rdquo; answered Drysdale, &ldquo;he leaves a bad
+ taste in one's mouth;&rdquo; and he went to the table, took a pull at the
+ tankard, and then threw himself down on the sofa again, as Jack jumped up
+ and coiled himself round by his master's legs, keeping one half-open eye
+ winking at him, and giving an occasional wag with the end of his taper
+ tail.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Saunders got up, and began handling the new things. First he held up a
+ pair of bright blue trousers, with a red stripe across them, Drysdale
+ looking on from the sofa. &ldquo;I say, Drysdale, you don't mean to say
+ you really ordered these thunder-and-lightening affairs?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Heaven only knows,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;I daresay I did,
+ I'd order a full suit cut out of my grandmother's farthingale to get that
+ cursed Schloss out of my rooms sometimes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'll never be able to wear them; even in Oxford the boys would
+ mob you. Why don't you kick him down stairs?&rdquo; suggested Sanders,
+ putting down the trousers, and turning to Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I've been very near it once or twice; but I don't know—my
+ name's Easy—besides, I don't want to give up the beast altogether; he
+ makes the best trousers in England.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And these waistcoats,&rdquo; went on Sanders; &ldquo;let me see;
+ three light silk waistcoats, peach-color, fawn-color, and lavender. Well,
+ of course, you can only wear these at your weddings. You may be married
+ the first time in the peach or fawn-color; and then, if you have luck, and
+ bury your first wife soon, it will be a delicate compliment to take to
+ No.2 in the lavender, that being half-mourning; but still, you see, we're
+ in difficulty as to one of the three, either the peach or the
+ fawn-color—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here he was interrupted by another knock, and a boy entered from the
+ fashionable tobacconist's in Oriel Lane, who had general orders to let
+ Drysdale have his fair share of anything very special in the cigar line.
+ He deposited a two pound box of cigars at three guineas the pound, on the
+ table, and withdrew in silence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then came a boot-maker with a new pair of top-boots, which Drysdale had
+ ordered in November, and had forgotten next day. The artist, wisely
+ considering that his young patron must have plenty of tops to last him
+ through the hunting season (he himself having supplied three previous
+ pairs in October), had retained the present pair for show in his window;
+ and everyone knows that boots wear much better for being kept sometime
+ before use. Now, however, as the hunting season was drawing to a close,
+ and the place in the window was wanted for spring stock, he judiciously
+ sent in the tops, merely adding half-a-sovereign or so to the price for
+ interest on the out lay since the order. He also kindly left on the table
+ a pair of large plated spurs to match the boots.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It never rains but it pours. Sanders sat smoking his cigar in provoking
+ silence, while knock succeeded knock and tradesman followed tradesman;
+ each depositing some article ordered, or supposed to have been ordered, or
+ which ought in the judgment of the depositors to have been ordered, by the
+ luckless Drysdale: and new hats, and ties, and gloves, and pins, jostled
+ balsam of Neroli, and registered shaving-soap, and fancy letter paper, and
+ Eau de Cologne, on every available table. A visit from two
+ livery-stable-keepers in succession followed, each of whom had several new
+ leaders which they were anxious Mr. Drysdale should try as soon as
+ possible. Drysdale growled and grunted, and wished them or Sanders at the
+ bottom of the sea; however, he consoled himself with the thought that the
+ worst was now passed,—there was no other possible supplier of
+ undergraduate wants who could arrive.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Not so; in another minute a gentle knock came at the door. Jack pricked up
+ his ears and wagged his tail; Drysdale recklessly shouted, &ldquo;Come
+ in!&rdquo; the door slowly opened about eighteen inches, and a shock head
+ of hair entered the room, from which one lively little gimlet eye went
+ glancing about into every corner. The other eye was closed, but as a
+ perpetual wink to indicate the unsleeping wariness of the owner, or
+ because that hero had really lost the power of using it in some of his
+ numerous encounters with men and beasts, no one, so far as I know, has
+ ever ascertained.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! Mr. Drysdale, sir!&rdquo; began the head; and then rapidly
+ withdrew behind the door to avoid one of the spurs, which (being the
+ missile nearest at hand) Drysdale instantly discharged at it. As the spur
+ fell to the floor, the head reappeared in the room, and as quickly
+ disappeared again, in deference to the other spur, the top boots, an ivory
+ handled hair brush, and a translation of Euripides, which in turn saluted
+ each successive appearance of said head; and the grin was broader on each
+ reappearance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then Drysdale, having no other article within reach which he could throw,
+ burst into a loud fit of laughter, in which Sanders and the head heartily
+ joined, and shouted, &ldquo;Come in, Joe, you old fool! and don't stand
+ bobbing your ugly old mug in and out there, like a jack in the box.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the head came in, and after it the body, and closed the door behind it;
+ and a queer, cross-grained, tough-looking body it was, of about fifty
+ years standing, or rather slouching, clothed in an old fustian coat,
+ corduroy breeches and gaiters, and being the earthly tabernacle of Joe
+ Muggles, the dog-fancier of St. Aldate's.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How the deuce did you get by the lodge, Joe?&rdquo; inquired
+ Drysdale. Joe, be it known, had been forbidden the college for importing a
+ sack of rats into the inner quadrangle, upon the turf of which a match at
+ rat-killing had come off between the terriers of two gentlemen-commoners.
+ This little event might have passed unnoticed, but that Drysdale had
+ bought from Joe a dozen of the slaughtered rats, and nailed them on the
+ doors of the four college tutors, three to a door; whereupon inquiry had
+ been made, and Joe had been outlawed.
+ </p>
+ <p id="linkimage-0003"></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0054.jpg" alt="0054 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0054.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, please Mr. Drysdale, sir, I just watched the 'ed porter, sir,
+ across to the buttery to get his mornin', and then I tips a wink to the
+ under porter (pal o' mine, sir, the under porter), and makes a run of it
+ right up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you'll be quod'ed if you're caught! Now what do you
+ want?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you see, Mr. Drysdale, sir,&rdquo; said Joe, in his most
+ insinuating tone, &ldquo;my mate hev got an old dog brock, sir, from the
+ Heythrop kennel, and Honble Wernham, sir of New Inn 'All, sir, he've jist
+ been down our yard with a fighting chap from town, Mr. Drysdale—in the
+ fancy, sir, he is, and hev got a matter of three dogs down a stoppin' at
+ Milky Bill's. And he says, says he, Mr. Drysdale, as arra one of he's
+ dogs'll draw the old un three times, while arra Oxford dog'll draw un
+ twice, and Honble Wernham chaffs as how he'll back un for a fi' pun
+ note;&rdquo;—and Joe stopped to caress Jack, who was fawning on him as if
+ he understood every word.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, Joe, what then?&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So you see, Mr. Drysdale, sir,&rdquo; went on Joe, fondling Jack's
+ muzzle, &ldquo;my mate says, says he, 'Jack's the dog as can draw a
+ brock,' says he, 'agin any Lonnun dog as ever was whelped; and Mr.
+ Drysdale' says he, 'ain't the man as'd see two poor chaps bounced out of
+ their honest name by arra town chap, and a fi' pun note's no more to he
+ for the matter o' that, then to Honble Wernham his self,' says my
+ mate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I'm to lend you Jack for a match, and stand the stakes?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Mr. Drysdale, sir, that was what my mate was a sayin'.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're cool heads, you and your mate,&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;here, take a drink, and get out, and I'll think about it.&rdquo;
+ Drysdale was now in a defiant humor, and resolved not to let Sanders think
+ that his presence could keep him from any act of folly to which he was
+ inclined.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Joe took his drink; and just then several men came in from lecture, and
+ drew off Drysdale's attention from Jack, who quietly followed Joe out of
+ the room, when that worthy disappeared. Drysdale only laughed when he
+ found it out, and went down to the yard that afternoon to see the match
+ between the London dog and his own pet.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How in the world are youngsters with unlimited credit, plenty of
+ ready money, and fast tastes, to be kept from making fools and blackguards
+ of themselves up here,&rdquo; thought Sanders, as he strolled back to his
+ college. And it is a question which has exercised other heads besides his,
+ and probably is a long way yet from being well solved.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0005"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>
+ CHAPTER IV—THE ST. AMBROSE BOAT CLUB: ITS MINISTERY AND THEIR BUDGET.
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ We left our hero, a short time back, busily engaged on his dinner commons,
+ and resolved forthwith to make great friends with Hardy. It never occurred
+ to him that there could be the slightest difficulty in carrying out this
+ resolve. After such a passage as they two had had together that afternoon,
+ he felt that the usual outworks of acquaintanceship had been cleared at a
+ bound, and looked upon Hardy already as an old friend to whom he could
+ talk out his mind as freely as he had been used to do to his old tutor at
+ school, or to Arthur. Moreover, as there were already several things in
+ his head which he was anxious to ventilate, he was all the more pleased
+ that chance had thrown him across a man of so much older standing than
+ himself, and one to whom he instinctively felt that he could look up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Accordingly, after grace had been said, and he saw that Hardy had not
+ finished his dinner, but sat down again when the fellows had left the
+ hall, he strolled out, meaning to wait for his victim outside, and seize
+ upon him then and there; so he stopped on the steps outside the hall-door,
+ and to pass the time, joined himself to one or two other men with whom he
+ had a speaking acquaintance, who were also hanging about. While they were
+ talking, Hardy came out of the hall, and Tom turned and stepped forward,
+ meaning to speak to him. To his utter discomfiture, Hardy walked quickly
+ away, looking straight before him, and without showing, by look or
+ gesture, that he was conscious of our hero's existence, or had ever seen
+ him before in his life.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was so taken aback that he made no effort to follow. He just glanced
+ at his companions to see whether they had noticed the occurrence, and was
+ glad to see that they had not (being deep in the discussion of the merits
+ of a new hunter of Simmons's, which one of them had been riding); so he
+ walked away by himself to consider what it could mean. But the more he
+ puzzled about it, the less could he understand it. Surely, he thought,
+ Hardy must have seen me; and yet, if he had, why did he not recognize me?
+ My cap and gown can't be such a disguise as all that. And yet common
+ decency must have led him to ask whether I was any the worse for my
+ ducking, if he knew me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He scouted the notion, which suggested itself once or twice, that Hardy
+ meant to cut him; and so, not being able to come to any reasonable
+ conclusion, suddenly bethought him that he was asked to a wine-party; and
+ putting his speculations aside for a moment, with the full intention
+ nevertheless of clearing up the mystery as soon as possible, he betook
+ himself to the rooms of his entertainer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They were fair-sized rooms in the second quadrangle, furnished plainly but
+ well, so far as Tom could judge, but, as they were now laid out for the
+ wine-party, they had lost all individual character for the time. Everyone
+ of us, I suppose, is fond of studying the rooms, chambers, dens in short,
+ of whatever sort they may be, of our friends and acquaintances—at least, I
+ knew that I myself like to see what sort of a chair a man sits in, where
+ he puts it, what books lie or stand on the shelves nearest his hand, what
+ the objects are which he keeps most familiarly before him, in that
+ particular nook of the earth's surface in which he is most at home, where
+ he pulls off his coat, collar, and boots, and gets into an old easy
+ shooting-jacket, and his broadest slippers. Fine houses and fine rooms
+ have little attraction for most men, and those who have the finest
+ drawing-rooms are probably the most bored by them; but the den of the man
+ you like, or are disposed to like, has the strongest and strangest
+ attraction for you. However, an Oxford undergraduate's room, set out for a
+ wine-party, can tell you nothing. All the characteristics are shoved away
+ into the background, and there is nothing to be seen but a long mahogany
+ set out with bottles, glasses, and dessert. In the present instance the
+ preparations for festivity were pretty much what they ought to be: good
+ sound port and sherry, biscuits, and a plate or two of nuts and dried
+ fruits. The host, who sat at the head of the board, was one of the
+ main-stays of the College boat-club. He was treasurer of the club, and
+ also a kind of a boating nurse, who looked-up and trained the young oars,
+ and in this capacity had been in command of the freshmen's four-oar, in
+ which Tom had been learning his rudiments. He was a heavy, burly man,
+ naturally awkward in his movements, but gifted with a steady sort of
+ dogged enthusiasm, and by dint of hard and constant training, had made
+ himself into a most useful oar, fit for any place in the middle of the
+ boat. In the two years of his residence, he had pulled down to Sandford
+ every day except Sundays, and much farther whenever he could get anybody
+ to accompany him. He was the most good natured man in the world, very
+ badly dressed, very short sighted, and called everybody &ldquo;old
+ fellow.&rdquo; His name was simple Smith, generally known as Diogenes
+ Smith, from an eccentric habit which he had of making an easy chair of his
+ hip bath. Malicious acquaintance declared that when Smith first came up,
+ and, having paid the valuation for the furniture in his rooms, came to
+ inspect the same, the tub in question had been left by chance in the
+ sitting-room, and that Smith, not having the faintest idea of its proper
+ use, had by the exercise of his natural reason come to the conclusion that
+ it could only be meant for a man to sit in, and so had kept it in his
+ sitting-room, and had taken to it as an arm-chair. This I have reason to
+ believe was a libel. Certain it is, however, that in his first term he was
+ discovered sitting solemnly in the tub, by his fire-side, with his
+ spectacles on, playing the flute—the only other recreation besides boating
+ in which he indulged; and no amount of quizzing could get him out of the
+ habit. When alone, or with only one or two friends in his room, he still
+ occupied the tub; and declared that it was the most perfect of seats
+ hitherto invented, and, above all, adapted for the recreation of a boating
+ man, to whom cushioned seats should be an abomination. He was naturally a
+ very hospitable man, and on this night was particularly anxious to make
+ his rooms pleasant to all comers, as it was a sort of opening for the
+ boating season. This wine of his was a business matter, in fact, to which
+ Diogenes had invited officially, as treasurer of the boat-club, every man
+ who had ever shown the least tendency to pulling,—many with whom he had
+ scarcely a nodding acquaintance. For Miller, the coxswain, had come up at
+ last. He had taken his B.A. degree in the Michaelmas term, and had been
+ very near starting for a tour in the East. Upon turning the matter over in
+ his mind, however, Miller had come to the conclusion that Palestine, and
+ Egypt, and Greece could not run away, but that, unless he was there to
+ keep matters going, the St. Ambrose boat would lose the best chance it was
+ ever likely to have of getting to the head of the river. So he had
+ patriotically resolved to reside till June, read divinity, and coach the
+ racing crew; and had written to Diogenes to call together the whole
+ boating interest of the College, that they might set to work at once in
+ good earnest. Tom, and the three or four other freshmen present, were duly
+ presented to Miller as they came in, who looked them over as the colonel
+ of a crack regiment might look over horses at Horncastle-fair, with a
+ single eye to their bone and muscle, and how much work might be got out of
+ them. They then gathered towards the lower end of the long table, and
+ surveyed the celebrities at the upper end with much respect. Miller, the
+ coxswain, sat on the host's right hand,—a slight, resolute, fiery little
+ man, with curly black hair. He was peculiarly qualified by nature for the
+ task which he had set himself; and it takes no mean qualities to keep a
+ boat's crew well together and in order. Perhaps he erred a little on the
+ side of over-strictness and severity; and he certainly would have been
+ more popular had his manners been a thought more courteous; but the men
+ who rebelled most against his tyranny grumblingly confessed that he was a
+ first-rate coxswain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A very different man was the captain of the boat, who sat opposite to
+ Miller; altogether, a noble specimen of a very noble type of our
+ countrymen. Tall and strong of body; courageous and even-tempered;
+ tolerant of all men; sparing of speech, but ready in action; a thoroughly
+ well balanced, modest, quiet Englishman; one of those who do a good stroke
+ of the work of the country without getting much credit for it, or even
+ becoming aware of the fact; for the last thing such men understand is how
+ to blow their own trumpets. He was perhaps too easy for the captain of St.
+ Ambrose boat-club; at any rate, Miller was always telling him so. But, if
+ he was not strict enough with others, he never spared himself, and was as
+ good as three men in the boat at a pinch.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But if I venture on more introductions, my readers will get bewildered; so
+ I must close the list, much as I should like to make them known to
+ &ldquo;fortis Gyas fortisque Cloanthus,&rdquo; who sat round the chiefs,
+ laughing and consulting, and speculating on the chances of the coming
+ races. No, stay, there is one other man they must make room for. Here he
+ comes, rather late, in a very glossy hat, the only man in the room not in
+ cap and gown. He walks up and takes his place by the side of the host as a
+ matter of course; a handsome, pale man, with a dark, quick eye, conscious
+ that he draws attention wherever he goes, and apparently of the opinion
+ that it is right.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who is that who has just come in in beaver?&rdquo; said Tom,
+ touching the next man to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, don't you know? that's Blake; he's the most wonderful fellow in
+ Oxford,&rdquo; answered his neighbor.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, he can do everything better than almost anybody, and without
+ any trouble at all. Miller was obliged to have him in the boat last year,
+ though he never trained a bit. Then he's in the eleven, and is a wonderful
+ rider, and tennis-player, and shot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, and he's so awfully clever with it all,&rdquo; joined in the
+ man on the other side. &ldquo;He'll be a safe first, though I don't
+ believe he reads more than you or I. He can write songs, too, as fast as
+ you can talk nearly, and sings them wonderfully.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Is he of our College, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of course, or he couldn't have been in our boat last
+ year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I don't think I ever saw him in chapel or hall&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I daresay not. He hardly ever goes to either, and yet he
+ manages never to get hauled up much, no one knows how. He never gets up
+ now till the afternoon, and sits up nearly all night playing cards with
+ the fastest fellows, or going round singing glees at three or four in the
+ morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sipped his port and looked with great interest at the admirable
+ Crichton of St. Ambrose's; and, after watching him a few moments said in a
+ low voice to his neighbor,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How wretched he looks! I never saw a sadder face.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Poor Blake! one can't help calling him &ldquo;poor,&rdquo; although he
+ himself would have winced at it more than any name you could have called
+ him. You might have admired, feared, or wondered at him, and he would have
+ been pleased; the object of his life was to raise such feelings in his
+ neighbors; but pity was the last which he would like to excite.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was indeed a wonderfully gifted fellow, full of all sorts of energy and
+ talent, and power and tenderness; and yet, as his face told only too truly
+ to anyone who watched him when he was exerting himself in society, one of
+ the most wretched men in the College. He had a passion for success—for
+ beating everybody else in whatever he took in hand, and that, too, without
+ seeming to make any great effort himself. The doing a thing well and
+ thoroughly gave him no satisfaction unless he could feel that he was doing
+ it better and more easily than A, B, or C, and they felt and acknowledged
+ this. He had had full swing of success for two years, and now the Nemesis
+ was coming.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For, although not an extravagant man, many of the pursuits in which he has
+ eclipsed all rivals were far beyond the means of any but a rich one, and
+ Blake was not rich. He had a fair allowance, but by the end of his first
+ year was considerably in debt, and, at the time we are speaking of, the
+ whole pack of Oxford tradesmen into whose books he had got (having smelt
+ out the leaness of his expectations), were upon him, besieging him for
+ payment. This miserable and constant annoyance was wearing his soul out.
+ This was the reason why his oak was sported, and he was never seen till
+ the afternoons, and turned night into day. He was too proud to come to an
+ understanding with his persecutors, even had it been possible; and now, at
+ his sorest need, his whole scheme of life was failing him; his love of
+ success was turning into ashes in his mouth; he felt much more disgust
+ than pleasure at his triumphs over other men, and yet the habit of
+ striving for successes, notwithstanding its irksomeness, was too strong to
+ be resisted.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Poor Blake! he was living on from hand to mouth, flashing out in his old
+ brilliancy and power, and forcing himself to take the lead in whatever
+ company he might be; but utterly lonely and depressed when by
+ himself—reading feverishly in secret, in a desperate effort to retrieve
+ all by high honors and a fellowship. As Tom said to his neighbor, there
+ was no sadder face than his to be seen in Oxford.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And yet at this very wine party he was the life of everything, as he sat
+ up there between Diogenes—whom he kept in a constant sort of mild
+ epileptic fit, from laughter, and wine going the wrong way (for whenever
+ Diogenes raised his glass Blake shot him with some joke)—and the Captain
+ who watched him with the most undisguised admiration. A singular contrast,
+ the two men! Miller, though Blake was the torment of his life, relaxed
+ after the first quarter of all hour; and our hero, by the same time, gave
+ himself credit for being a much greater ass than he was, for having ever
+ thought Blake's face a sad one.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When the room was quite full, and enough wine had been drunk to open the
+ hearts of the guests, Diogenes rose on a signal from Miller, and opened
+ the budget. The financial statement was a satisfactory one; the club was
+ almost free of debt; and, comparing their position with that of other
+ colleges, Diogenes advised that they might fairly burden themselves a
+ little more, and then, if they would stand a whip of ten shillings a man,
+ they might have a new boat, which he believed they all would agree had
+ become necessary. Miller supported the new boat in a pungent little
+ speech; and the Captain, when appealed to, nodded and said he thought they
+ must have one. So the small supplies and the large addition to the club
+ debt was voted unanimously, and the Captain, Miller, and Blake, who had
+ many notions as to the flooring, lines, and keel of a racing boat, were
+ appointed to order and superintend the building.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Soon afterwards, coffee came in and cigars were lighted; a large section
+ of the party went off to play pool, others to stroll about the streets,
+ others to whist; a few, let us hope, to their own rooms to read; but these
+ latter were a sadly small minority even in the quietest of St. Ambrose
+ parties.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, who was fascinated by the heroes at the head of the table, sat
+ steadily on, sidling up towards them as the intermediate places became
+ vacant, and at last attained the next chair but one to the Captain, where
+ for the time he sat in perfect bliss. Blake and Miller were telling
+ boating stories of the Henley and Thames regattas, the latter of which had
+ been lately started with great <i>eclat</i>; and from these great yearly
+ events, and the deeds of prowess done thereat, the talk came gradually
+ round to the next races.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Captain,&rdquo; said Miller, suddenly, &ldquo;have you thought
+ yet what new men we are to try in the crew this year?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, 'pon my honor I haven't,&rdquo; said the Captain, &ldquo;I'm
+ reading, and have no time to spare. Besides, after all, there's lots of
+ time to think about it. Here we're only half through Lent term, and the
+ races don't begin till the end of Easter term.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It won't do,&rdquo; said Miller, &ldquo;we must get the crew
+ together this term.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you and Smith put your heads together and manage it,&rdquo;
+ said the Captain. &ldquo;I will go down any day, and as often as you like,
+ at two o'clock.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let's see,&rdquo; said Miller to Smith, &ldquo;how many of the old
+ crew have we left?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Five, counting Blake,&rdquo; answered Diogenes.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Counting me! well, that's cool,&rdquo; laughed Blake; &ldquo;you
+ old tub haunting flute-player, why am I not to be counted?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You never will train, you see,&rdquo; said Diogenes.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Smith is quite right,&rdquo; said Miller; &ldquo;there's no
+ counting on you, Blake. Now, be a good fellow, and promise to be regular
+ this year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll promise to do my work in a race, which is more than some of
+ your best-trained men will do,&rdquo; said Blake, rather piqued.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well you know what I think on the subject,&rdquo; said Miller;
+ &ldquo;but who have we got for the other three places?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's Drysdale would do,&rdquo; said Diogenes; &ldquo;I hear he
+ was a capital oar at Eton; and so, though I don't know him, I managed to
+ get him once down last term. He would do famously for No.2, or No.3 if he
+ would pull.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you think he will, Blake? You know him, I suppose,&rdquo; said
+ Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I know him well enough,&rdquo; said Blake; and, shrugging his
+ shoulders, added, &ldquo;I don't think you'll get him to train
+ much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we must try,&rdquo; said Miller. &ldquo;Now, who else is
+ there?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Smith went through four or five names, at each of which Miller shook his
+ head.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Any promising freshmen?&rdquo; said he at last.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;None better than Brown here,&rdquo; said Smith. &ldquo;I think
+ he'll do well if he will only work, and stand being coached.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Have you ever pulled much?&rdquo; said Miller.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;never till this last month—since I've
+ been up here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All the better,&rdquo; said Miller; &ldquo;now, Captain, you hear;
+ we may probably have to go in with three new hands; they must get into
+ your stroke this term, or we shall be nowhere.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;I'll give from two till
+ five any days you like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now let's go and have one pool,&rdquo; said Blake, getting up.
+ &ldquo;Come, Captain, just one little pool after all this business.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Diogenes insisted on staying to play his flute; Miller was engaged; but
+ the Captain, with a little coaxing, was led away by Blake, and
+ good-naturedly asked Tom to accompany them, when he saw that he was
+ looking as if he would like it. So the three went off to the
+ billiard-rooms; Tom in such spirits at the chance of being tried in the
+ crew, that he hardly noticed the exceedingly bad exchange which he had
+ involuntarily made of his new cap and gown for a third-year cap with the
+ board broken into several pieces, and a fusty old gown which had been
+ about college probably for ten generations. Under-graduate morality in the
+ matter of caps and gowns seems to be founded on the celebrated maxim,
+ &ldquo;<i>Propriete c'est le vol</i>.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They found the St. Ambrose pool-room full of the fast set; and Tom enjoyed
+ his game much, though his three lives were soon disposed of. The Captain
+ and Blake were the last lives on the board, and divided the pool at
+ Blake's suggestion. He had scarcely nerve for playing out a single handed
+ match with such an iron-nerved, steady piece of humanity as the Captain,
+ though he was the more brilliant player of the two. The party then broke
+ up, and Tom returned to his rooms; and, when he was by himself again, his
+ thoughts recurred to Hardy. How odd, he thought, that they never mentioned
+ him for the boat! Could he have done anything to be ashamed of? How was it
+ that nobody seemed to know him, and he to know nobody.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Most readers, I doubt not, will think our hero very green for being
+ puzzled at so simple a matter; and, no doubt, the steps in the social
+ scale in England are very clearly marked out, and we all come to the
+ appreciation of the gradations sooner or later. But our hero's previous
+ education must be taken into consideration. He had not been instructed at
+ home to worship mere conventional distinctions of rank or wealth, and had
+ gone to a school which was not frequented by persons of rank, and where no
+ one knew whether a boy was heir to a principality, or would have to fight
+ his own way in the world. So he was rather taken by surprise at what he
+ found to be the state of things at St. Ambrose's and didn't easily realize
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0006"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER V—HARDY, THE SERVITOR</h2>
+ <p>
+ It was not long before Tom had effected his object in part. That is to
+ say, he had caught Hardy several times in the Quadrangle coming out of
+ Lecture Hall, or Chapel, and had fastened himself upon him; often walking
+ with him even up to the door of his rooms. But there matters ended. Hardy
+ was very civil and gentlemanly; he even seemed pleased with the
+ volunteered companionship; but there was undoubtedly a coolness about him
+ which Tom could not make out. But, as he only liked Hardy more, the more
+ he saw of him, he very soon made up his mind to break ground himself, and
+ to make a dash at any rate for something more than a mere speaking
+ acquaintance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ One evening he had as usual walked from Hall with Hardy up to his door.
+ They stopped a moment talking, and then Hardy, half-opening the door,
+ said, &ldquo;Well, goodnight; perhaps we shall meet on the river
+ to-morrow,&rdquo; and was going in, when Tom, looking him in the face,
+ blurted out, &ldquo;I say, Hardy, I wish you'd let me come in and sit with
+ you a bit.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I never ask a man of our college into my rooms,&rdquo; answered the
+ other, &ldquo;but come in by all means if you like;&rdquo; and so they
+ entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The room was the worst, both in situation and furniture, which Tom had yet
+ seen. It was on the ground floor, with only one window, which looked out
+ into a back yard, where were the offices of the college. All day, and up
+ to nine o'clock at night, the yard and offices were filled with scouts;
+ boys cleaning boots and knives; bed-makers emptying slops and tattling
+ scandal; scullions peeling potatoes and listening; and the butchers' and
+ green-grocers' men who supply the college, and loitering about to gossip
+ and get a taste of the college ale before going about their business. The
+ room was large, but low and close, and the floor uneven. The furniture did
+ not add to the cheerfulness of the apartment. It consisted of one large
+ table in the middle, covered with an old chequered table-cloth, and an
+ Oxford table near the window, on which lay half-a-dozen books with writing
+ materials. A couple of plain Windsor chairs occupied the two sides of the
+ fireplace, and half-a-dozen common wooden chairs stood against the
+ opposite wall, three on each side of a pretty-well-filled book-case; while
+ an old rickety sofa, covered with soiled chintz, leaned against the wall
+ which fronted the window, as if to rest its lame leg. The carpet and rug
+ were dingy, and decidedly the worse for wear; and the college had
+ evidently neglected to paper the room or whitewash the ceiling for several
+ generations. On the mantle-piece reposed a few long clay pipes, and a
+ brown earthenware receptacle for tobacco, together with a japanned tin
+ case, shaped like a figure of eight, the use of which puzzled Tom
+ exceedingly. One modestly framed drawing of a 10-gun brig hung above, and
+ at the side of the fireplace a sword and belt. All this Tom had time to
+ remark by the light of the fire, which was burning brightly, while his
+ host produced a couple of brass candlesticks from his cupboard and lighted
+ up, and drew the curtain before his window. Then Tom instinctively left
+ off taking his notes, for fear of hurting the other's feelings (just as he
+ would have gone on doing, and making remarks on everything, had the rooms
+ been models of taste and comfort), and throwing his cap and gown on the
+ sofa, sat down on one of the Windsor chairs.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a jolly chair,&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;where do you get them? I
+ should like to buy one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, they're comfortable enough,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;but the
+ reason I have them is, that they're the cheapest armchair one can get. I
+ like an arm-chair, and can't afford to have any other than these.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom dropped the subject of the chairs at once, following his instinct
+ again, which, sad to say, was already teaching him that poverty is a
+ disgrace to a Briton, and that, until you know a man thoroughly, you must
+ always seem to assume that he is the owner of unlimited ready money.
+ Somehow or another, he began to feel embarrassed, and couldn't think of
+ anything to say, as his host took down the pipes and tobacco from the
+ mantle-piece, and placed them on the table. However, anything was better
+ than silence, so he began again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very good-sized rooms yours seem,&rdquo; said he, taking up a pipe
+ mechanically.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Big enough, for the matter of that,&rdquo; answered the other,
+ &ldquo;but very dark and noisy in the day-time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I should think,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;do you know, I'd sooner,
+ now, have my freshman's rooms up in the garrets. I wonder you don't
+ change.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I get these for nothing,&rdquo; said his host, putting his long
+ clay to the candle, and puffing out volumes of smoke. Tom felt more and
+ more unequal to the situation, and filled his pipe in silence. The first
+ whiff made him cough as he wasn't used to the fragrant weed in this shape.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm afraid you don't smoke tobacco,&rdquo; said his host from
+ behind his own cloud; &ldquo;shall I go out and fetch you a cigar? I don't
+ smoke them myself; I can't afford it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you,&rdquo; said Tom blushing for shame as if he had come
+ there only to insult his host, and wishing himself heartily out of it,
+ &ldquo;I've got my case here; and the fact is I will smoke a cigar if
+ you'll allow me, for I'm not up to pipes yet. I wish you'd take
+ some,&rdquo; he went on, emptying his cigars on to the table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank'ee,&rdquo; replied his host, &ldquo;I prefer a pipe. And now
+ what will you have to drink? I don't keep wine but I can get a bottle of
+ anything you like from the common room. That's one of
+ <i>our</i> privileges,&rdquo;—he gave a grim chuckle as he emphasised the
+ word &ldquo;our&rdquo;.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who on earth are <i>we</i>?&rdquo; thought Tom &ldquo;servitors I
+ suppose,&rdquo; for he knew already that undergraduates in general could
+ not get wine from the college cellars.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't care a straw about wine,&rdquo; said he, feeling very hot
+ about the ears; &ldquo;a glass of beer, or anything you have here—or
+ tea.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I can give you a pretty good glass of whiskey,&rdquo; said
+ his host, going to the cupboard, and producing a black bottle, two
+ tumblers of different sizes, some little wooden toddy ladles, and sugar in
+ an old cracked glass.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom vowed that, if there was one thing in the world he liked more than
+ another, it was whiskey; and began measuring out the liquor carefully into
+ his tumbler, and rolling it round between his eyes and the candle and
+ smelling it, to show what a treat it was to him; while his host put the
+ kettle on the fire, to ascertain that it had quit boiling, and then, as it
+ spluttered and fizzed, filled up the two tumblers, and restored it to its
+ place on the hob.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom swallowed some of the mixture, which nearly made him cough again—for,
+ though it was very good, it was also very potent. However, by an effort he
+ managed to swallow his cough; he would about as soon have lost a little
+ finger as let it out. Then, to his great relief, his host took the pipe
+ from his lips, and inquired, &ldquo;How do you like Oxford?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hardly know yet,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;the first few days I was
+ delighted with going about and seeing the buildings, and finding out who
+ had lived in each of the old colleges, and pottering about in the
+ Bodleian, and fancying I should like to be a great scholar. Then I met
+ several old school fellows going about, who are up at other colleges, and
+ went to their rooms and talked over old times. But none of my very
+ intimate friends are up yet, and unless you care very much about a man
+ already, you don't seem likely to get intimate with him up here, unless he
+ is at your own college.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>He paused, as if expecting an answer.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I daresay not,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;but I never was at a
+ public school, unluckily, and so am no judge.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, as to the college life,&rdquo; went on Tom, &ldquo;it's
+ all very well as far as it goes. There's plenty of liberty and good food.
+ And the men seem nice fellows—many of them, at least, so far as I can
+ judge. But I can't say that I like it as much as I liked our school
+ life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't understand,&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;Why not?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! I hardly know,&rdquo; said Tom laughing; &ldquo;I don't seem as
+ if I had anything to do here; that's one reason, I think. And then, you
+ see, at Rugby I was rather a great man. There one had a share in the
+ ruling of 300 boys, and a good deal of responsibility; but here one has
+ only just to take care of oneself, and keep out of scrapes; and that's
+ what I never could do. What do you think a fellow ought to do, now, up
+ here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh I don't see much difficulty in that,&rdquo; said his host,
+ smiling; &ldquo;get up your lectures well, to begin with.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But my lectures are a farce,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I've done all
+ the books over and over again. They don't take me an hour a day to get
+ up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, set to work reading something regularly—reading for
+ your degree, for instance.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, hang it! I can't look so far forward as that; I shan't be going
+ up for three years.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You can't begin too early. You might go and talk to your
+ college-tutor about it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I did,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;at least I meant to do it. For he
+ asked me and two other freshmen to breakfast the other morning, and I was
+ going to open out to him; but when I got there I was quite shut up. He
+ never looked one of us in the face, and talked in set sentences, and was
+ cold, and formal, and condescending. The only bit of advice he gave us was
+ to have nothing to do with boating—just the one thing which I feel a real
+ interest in. I couldn't get out a word of what I wanted to say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is unlucky, certainly, that our present tutors take so little
+ interest in anything which the men care about. But it is more from shyness
+ than anything else, that manner which you noticed. You may be sure that he
+ was more wretched and embarrassed than any of you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but now I should really like to know what you did
+ yourself,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;you are the only man of much older
+ standing than myself whom I know at all yet—I mean I don't know anybody
+ else well enough to talk about this sort of thing to them. What did you
+ do, now, besides learning to pull, in your first year?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I had learnt to pull before I came up here,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I really hardly remember what I did besides read. You see, I came
+ up with a definite purpose of reading. My father was very anxious that I
+ should become a good scholar. Then my position in the college and my
+ poverty naturally kept me out of the many things which other men
+ do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom flushed again at the ugly word, but not so much as at first. Hardy
+ couldn't mind the subject, or he would never be forcing it up at every
+ turn, he thought.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You wouldn't think it,&rdquo; he began again, harping on the same
+ string, &ldquo;but I can hardly tell you how I miss the sort of
+ responsibility I was talking to you about. I have no doubt I shall get the
+ vacuum filled up before long, but for the life of me I can't see how
+ yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will be a very lucky fellow if you don't find it quite as much
+ as you can do to keep yourself in order up here. It is about the toughest
+ part of a man's life, I do believe, the time he has spent here. My
+ university life has been so different altogether from what yours will be,
+ that my experience isn't likely to benefit you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish you would try me, though,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;you don't
+ know what a teachable sort of a fellow I am, if any body will take me the
+ right way. You taught me to scull, you know; or at least put me in a way
+ to learn. But sculling, and rowing, and cricket, and all the rest of it,
+ with such reading as I am likely to do, won't be enough. I feel sure of
+ that already.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't think it will,&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;No amount of
+ physical or mental work will fill the vacuum you were talking of just now.
+ It is the empty house swept and garnished which the boy might have had
+ glimpses of, but the man finds yawning within him, which must be filled
+ somehow. It's a pretty good three years' work to learn how to keep the
+ devils out of it, more or less; by the time you take your degree. At least
+ I have found it so.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy rose and took a turn or two up and down his room. He was astonished
+ at finding himself talking so unreservedly to one of whom he knew so
+ little, and half-wished the words recalled. He lived much alone, and
+ thought himself morbid and too self-conscious; why should he be filling a
+ youngster's head with puzzles? How did he know that they were thinking of
+ the same thing?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But the spoken word cannot be recalled; it must go on its way for good or
+ evil; and this one set the hearer staring into the ashes, and putting many
+ things together in his head.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was some minutes before he broke silence, but at last he gathered up
+ his thoughts, and said, &ldquo;Well, I hope I sha'n't shirk when the time
+ comes. You don't think a fellow need shut himself up, though? I'm sure I
+ shouldn't be any the better for that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I don't think you would,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because, you see,&rdquo; Tom went on, waxing bolder and more
+ confidential, &ldquo;If I were to take to moping by myself, I shouldn't
+ read as you or any sensible fellow would do; I know that well enough. I
+ should just begin, sitting with my legs upon the mantel-piece, and looking
+ into my own inside. I see you are laughing, but you know what mean, don't
+ you now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; staring into the vacuum you were talking of just now; it all
+ comes back to that,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, perhaps it does,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;and I don't believe
+ it does a fellow a bit of good to be thinking about himself and his own
+ doings.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only he can't help himself,&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;Let him throw
+ himself as he will into all that is going on up here, after all he must be
+ alone for a great part of his time—all night at any rate—and when he gets
+ his oak sported, it's all up with him. He must be looking more or less
+ into his own inside, as you call it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I hope he won't find it as ugly a business as I do. If he
+ does, I'm sure he can't be worse employed.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know that,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;he can't learn
+ anything worth learning in any other way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I like that!&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;it's worth learning how to
+ play tennis, and how to speak the truth. You can't learn either by
+ thinking of yourself ever so much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must know the truth before you can speak it,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you always do in plenty of time.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How?&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I don't know,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;by a sort of instinct I
+ suppose. I never in my life felt any doubt about what I <i>ought</i> to
+ say or do; did you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, yours is a good, comfortable, working belief at any
+ rate,&rdquo; said Hardy, smiling; &ldquo;and I should advise you to hold
+ on to it as long as you can.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you don't think I can very long, eh?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No: but men are very different. There's no saying. If you were
+ going to get out of the self-dissecting business altogether though, why
+ should you have brought the subject up at all to-night? It looks awkward
+ for you, doesn't it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom began to feel rather forlorn at this suggestion, and probably betrayed
+ it in his face, for Hardy changed the subject suddenly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How do you get on in the boat? I saw you going down to-day, and
+ thought the time much better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt greatly relieved, as he was beginning to find himself in rather
+ deep water; so he rushed into boating with great zest, and the two chatted
+ on very pleasantly on that and other matters.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The college clock struck during a pause in their talk, and Tom looked at
+ his watch.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Eight o'clock I declare,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;why I must have
+ been here more than two hours. I'm afraid, now, you have been wanting to
+ work, and I have kept you from it with my talk.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, it's Saturday night. Besides, I don't get much society that I
+ care about, and so I enjoy it all the more. Won't you stop and have some
+ tea?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom gladly consented, and his host produced a somewhat dilapidated set of
+ crockery, and proceeded to brew the drink least appreciated at St.
+ Ambrose's. Tom watched him in silence, much excercised in his mind as to
+ what manner of man he had fallen upon; very much astonished at himself for
+ having opened out so freely, and feeling a desire to know more about
+ Hardy, not unmixed with a sort of nervousness as to how he was to
+ accomplish it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When Hardy sat down again and began pouring out the tea, curiosity
+ overcame, and he opened with—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you read nights, after Hall?</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, for two or three hours; longer, when I am in a good
+ humor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, all by yourself?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Generally; but once or twice a week Grey comes in to compare notes.
+ Do you know him?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, at least he hasn't called on me, I have just spoken to
+ him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is a quiet fellow, and I daresay doesn't call on any man unless
+ he knew something of him before.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never,&rdquo; said Hardy, shortly; and added after a short pause,
+ &ldquo;very few men would thank me if I did; most would think it
+ impertinent, and I'm too proud to risk that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was on the point of asking why; but the uncomfortable feeling which he
+ had nearly lost came back on him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose one very soon gets tired of the wine and supper party
+ life, though I own I find it pleasant enough now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have never been tired,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;servitors are
+ not troubled with that sort of a thing. If they were I wouldn't go unless
+ I could return them, and that I can't afford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There he goes again,&rdquo; thought Tom; &ldquo;why will he be
+ throwing that old story in my face over and over again? He can't think I
+ care about his poverty; I won't change the subject this time, at any
+ rate.&rdquo; And so he said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean to say it makes any real difference to a man in
+ society up here, whether he is poor or rich; I mean, of course, if he is a
+ gentleman and a good fellow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, it does—the very greatest possible. But don't take my word for
+ it. Keep your eyes open and judge for yourself; I daresay I'm prejudiced
+ on the subject.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I shan't believe it if I can help it,&rdquo; said Tom;
+ &ldquo;you know, you said just now that you never called on any one.
+ Perhaps you don't give men a fair chance. They might be glad to know you
+ if you would let them, and may think it's your fault that they
+ don't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very possible,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I tell you not to take my
+ word for it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It upsets all one's ideas so,&rdquo; went on Tom; &ldquo;why Oxford
+ ought to be the place in England where money should count for nothing.
+ Surely, now, such a man as Jervis, our captain, has more influence than
+ all the rich men in the college put together, and is more looked up
+ to?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He's one of a thousand,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;handsome, strong,
+ good-tempered, clever, and up to everything. Besides, he isn't a poor man;
+ and mind, I don't say that if he were he wouldn't be where he is. I am
+ speaking of the rule, and not of the exceptions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here Hardy's scout came in to say that the Dean wanted to speak to him. So
+ he put on his cap and gown, and Tom rose also.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I'm sorry to turn you out,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;and I'm
+ afraid I've been very surly and made you very uncomfortable. You won't
+ come back again in a hurry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I will though, if you will let me,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I
+ have enjoyed my evening immensely.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then come whenever you like,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I am afraid of interfering with your reading,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you needn't mind that, I have plenty of time on my hands;
+ besides, one can't read all night, and from eight till ten you'll find me
+ generally idle.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you'll see me often enough. But promise, now, to turn me out
+ whenever I am in the way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Hardy, laughing; and so they parted for the
+ time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Some twenty minutes afterwards Hardy returned to his room after his
+ interview with the Dean, who merely wanted to speak to him about some
+ matter of college business.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He flung his cap and gown on the sofa, and began to walk up and down his
+ room, at first hurriedly, but soon with his usual regular tramp. However
+ expressive a man's face may be, and however well you may know it, it is
+ simply nonsense to say that you can tell what he is thinking about by
+ looking at it, as many of us are apt to boast. Still more absurd would it
+ be to expect readers to know what Hardy is thinking about, when they have
+ never had the advantage of seeing his face even in a photograph.
+ Wherefore, it would seem that the author is bound on such occasions to put
+ his readers on equal vantage ground with himself, and not only tell what a
+ man does, but, so far as may be, what he is thinking about also.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His first thought, then, was one of pleasure at having been sought by one
+ who seemed to be just the sort of friend he would like to have. He
+ contrasted our hero with the few men with whom he had generally lived, and
+ for some of whom he had a high esteem—whose only idea of exercise was a
+ two hour constitutional walk in the afternoons, and whose life was chiefly
+ spent over books and behind sported oaks—and felt that this was more of a
+ man after his own heart. Then came doubts whether his new friend would
+ draw back when he had been up a little longer, and knew more of the place.
+ At any rate he had said and done nothing to tempt him; &ldquo;if he pushes
+ the acquaintance—and I think he will—it will be because he likes me for
+ myself. And I can do him good too, I feel sure,&rdquo; he went on, as he
+ ran over rapidly his own life for the last three years. &ldquo;Perhaps he
+ won't flounder into all the sloughs which I have had to drag through; he
+ will get too much of the healthy, active life up here for that, which I
+ have never had; but some of them he must get into. All the companionship
+ of boating and cricketing, and wine-parties, and supper parties, and all
+ the reading in the world won't keep him from many a long hour of
+ mawkishness, and discontent, and emptiness of heart; he feels that already
+ himself. Am I sure of that, though? I may be only reading myself into him.
+ At any rate, why should I have helped to trouble him before the time? Was
+ that a friend's part? Well, he <i>must</i> face it, and the sooner the
+ better perhaps. At any rate it is done. But what a blessed thing if one
+ can only help a youngster like this to fight his own way through the cold
+ clammy atmosphere which is always hanging over him, ready to settle down
+ on him—can help to keep some living faith in him, that the world, Oxford
+ and all, isn't a respectable piece of machinery set going some centuries
+ back! Ah! It's an awful business, that temptation to believe, or think you
+ believe, in a dead God. It has nearly broken my back a score of times.
+ What are all the temptations of the world, the flesh, and the devil to
+ this? It includes them all. Well, I believe I can help him, and, please
+ God, I will, if he will only let me; and the very sight of him does me
+ good; so I won't believe we went down the lasher together for
+ nothing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so at last Hardy finished his walk, took down a volume of Don Quixote
+ from his shelves, and sat down for an hour's enjoyment before turning in.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0007"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER VI—HOW DRYSDALE AND BLAKE WENT FISHING</h2>
+ <h3>&ldquo;Drysdale, what's a servitor?&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;How the deuce should I know?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ This short and pithy dialogue took place in Drysdale's rooms one evening
+ soon after the conversation recorded in the last chapter. He and Tom were
+ sitting alone there, for a wonder, and so the latter seized the occasion
+ to propound this question, which he had had on his mind for some time. He
+ was scarcely satisfied with the above rejoinder, but while he was thinking
+ how to come at the subject by another road, Drysdale opened a morocco
+ fly-book, and poured its contents on the table, which was already covered
+ with flies of all sorts and patterns, hanks of gut, delicate made-up
+ casts, reels, minnows, and tackle enough to kill all the fish in the four
+ neighboring counties. Tom began turning them over and scrutinizing the
+ dressings of the flies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It has been so mild, the fish must be in season don't you think?
+ Besides, if they're not, it's a jolly drive to Fairford at any rate.
+ You've never been behind my team Brown. You'd better come, now,
+ to-morrow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I can't cut my two lectures.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Bother your lectures! Put on an aeger, then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No! that doesn't suit my book, you know.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't see why you should be so cursedly particular. Well, if you
+ won't, you won't; I know that well enough. But what cast shall you fish
+ with to-morrow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How many flies do you use?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Sometimes two, sometimes three.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Two's enough, I think; all depends on the weather; but, if it's at
+ all like today, you can't do better, I should think, than the old March
+ brown and a palmer to begin with. Then, for change, this hare's ear, and
+ an alder fly, perhaps; or,—let me see,&rdquo; and he began searching the
+ glittering heap to select a color to go with the dull hare's ear.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Isn't it early for the alder?&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Rather, perhaps; but they can't resist it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;These bang-tailed little sinners any good?&rdquo; said Drysdale,
+ throwing some cock-a-bondies across the table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I never like to be without them, and a governor or two. Here,
+ this is a well-tied lot,&rdquo; said Tom, picking out half a-dozen.
+ &ldquo;You never know when you may not kill with either of them. But I
+ don't know the Fairford water; so my opinion isn't worth much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom soon returned to the old topic.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But now, Drysdale, you must know what a servitor is.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why should I? Do you mean one of our college servitors?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, something in the upper-servant line. I should put him above the
+ porter, and below the cook, and butler. He does the don's dirty work, and
+ gets their broken victuals, and I believe he pays no college fees.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom rather drew into himself at this insolent and offhand definition. He
+ was astonished and hurt at the tone of his friend. However, presently, he
+ resolved to go through with it, and began again.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But servitors are gentlemen, I suppose?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A good deal of the cock-tail about them, I should think. But I have
+ not the honor of any acquaintance amongst them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;At any rate, they are undergraduates, are not they?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And may take degrees, just like you or me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They may have all the degrees to themselves, for anything I care. I
+ wish they would let one pay a servitor for passing little-go for one. It
+ would be deuced comfortable. I wonder it don't strike the dons, now; they
+ might get clever beggars for servitors, and farm them, and so make loads
+ of tin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, Drysdale, seriously, why should you talk like that? If they
+ can take all the degrees we can, and are, in fact, just what we are,
+ undergraduates, I can't see why they're not as likely to be gentlemen as
+ we. It can surely make no difference, their being poor men?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It must make them devilish uncomfortable,&rdquo; said the
+ incorrigible payer of double fees, getting up to light his cigar.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The name ought to carry respect here, at any rate. The Black Prince
+ was an Oxford man, and he thought the noblest motto he could take was,
+ 'Ich dien,' I serve.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;If he were here now, he would change it for 'Je paye.'&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I often wish you would tell me what you really and truly think,
+ Drysdale.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear fellow I am telling you what I do really think. Whatever
+ the Black Prince might be pleased to observe if he were here, I stick to
+ my motto. I tell you the thing to be able to do here at Oxford is—to
+ pay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't believe it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I knew you wouldn't.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't believe you do either.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do, though. But what makes you so curious about servitors?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I made friends with Hardy, one of our servitors. He is such a
+ fine fellow!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I am sorry to relate that it cost Tom an effort to say this to Drysdale,
+ but he despised himself that it was so.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You should have told me so, before you began to pump me,&rdquo;
+ said Drysdale. &ldquo;However, I partly suspected something of the sort.
+ You've a good bit of a Quixote in you. But really, Brown,&rdquo; he added,
+ seeing Tom redden and look angry, &ldquo;I'm sorry if what I said pained
+ you. I daresay this friend of yours is a gentleman, and all you
+ say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is more of a gentleman by a long way than most of the—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gentlemen commoners, you were going to say. Don't crane at such a
+ small fence on my account. I will put it in another way for you. He can't
+ be a greater snob than many of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, but why do you live with them so much, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why? because they happen to do the things I like doing, and live up
+ here as I like to live. I like hunting and driving, and drawing badgers,
+ and playing cards, and good wine and cigars. They hunt and drive, and keep
+ dogs and good cellars, and will play unlimited loo or Van John as long as
+ I please.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I know you get very sick of all that often, for I've heard you
+ say as much half-a-dozen times in the little time I've been here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you don't want to deny me the Briton's privilege of grumbling,
+ do you?&rdquo; said Drysdale, as he flung his legs up on the sofa,
+ crossing one over the other as he lounged on his back—his favorite
+ attitude; &ldquo;but suppose I am getting tired of it all—which I am
+ not—what do you purpose as a substitute?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Take to boating. I know you could be in the first boat if you
+ liked; I heard them say so at Smith's wine the other night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But what's to prevent my getting just as tired of that? Besides,
+ it's such a grind. And then there's the bore of changing all one's
+ habits.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but it's such splendid hard work,&rdquo; said Tom, who was
+ bent on making a convert of his friend.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Just so; and that's just what I don't want; the 'books and work and
+ healthful play' line don't suit my complaint. No, as my uncle says, 'a
+ young fellow must sow his wild oats,' and Oxford seems a place especially
+ set apart by Providence for that operation.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In all the wild range of accepted British maxims there is none, take it
+ for all in all, more thoroughly abominable than this one, as to the sowing
+ of wild oats. Look at it on what side you will, and you can make nothing
+ but a devil's maxim of it. What a man—be he young, old, or
+ middle-aged—sows, <i>that</i>, and nothing else shall he reap. The one
+ only thing to do with wild oats, is to put them carefully into the hottest
+ part of the fire, and get them burnt to dust, every seed of them. If you
+ sow them no matter in what ground, up they will come, with long tough
+ roots like couch grass, and luxuriant stalks and leaves, as sure as there
+ is a sun in heaven—a crop which it turns one's heart cold to think of. The
+ devil, too, whose special crop they are, will see that they thrive, and
+ you, and nobody else, will have to reap them; and no common reaping will
+ get them out of the soil, which must be dug down deep again and again.
+ Well for you if with all your care you can make the ground sweet again by
+ your dying day. &ldquo;Boys will be boys&rdquo; is not much better, but
+ that has a true side to it; but this encouragement to the sowing of wild
+ oats, is simply devilish, for it means that a young man is to give way to
+ the temptations and follow the lusts of his age. What are we to do with
+ the wild oats of manhood and old age—with ambition, over-reaching the
+ false weights, hardness, suspicion, avarice—if the wild oats of youth are
+ to be sown, and not burnt? What possible distinction can be drawn between
+ them? If we may sow the one, why not the other?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But to get back to our story. Tom went away from Drysdale's rooms that
+ night (after they had sorted all the tackle, which was to accompany the
+ fishing expedition, to their satisfaction) in a disturbed state of mind.
+ He was very much annoyed at Drysdale's way of talking, because he was
+ getting to like the man. He was surprised and angry at being driven more
+ and more to the conclusion that the worship of the golden calf was verily
+ and indeed rampant in Oxford—side by side, no doubt, with much that was
+ manly and noble, but tainting more or less the whole life of the place. In
+ fact, what annoyed him most was, the consciousness that he himself was
+ becoming an idolater. For he couldn't help admitting that he felt much
+ more comfortable when standing in the quadrangles or strolling in the High
+ Street with Drysdale in his velvet cap, and silk gown, and faultless
+ get-up, than when doing the same things with Hardy in his faded old gown,
+ shabby loose overcoat, and well-worn trousers. He wouldn't have had Hardy
+ suspect the fact for all he was worth, and hoped to get over the feeling
+ soon; but there it was unmistakably. He wondered whether Hardy had ever
+ felt anything of the kind himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Nevertheless, these thoughts did not hinder him from sleeping soundly, or
+ from getting up an hour earlier than usual to go and see Drysdale start on
+ his expedition.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Accordingly, he was in Drysdale's rooms next morning betimes, and assisted
+ at the early breakfast which was going on there. Blake was the only other
+ man present. He was going with Drysdale, and entrusted Tom with a message
+ to Miller and the Captain, that he could not pull in the boat that day,
+ but would pay a waterman to take his place. As soon as the gate opened,
+ the three, accompanied by the faithful Jack, and followed by Drysdale's
+ scout, bearing overcoats, a splendid water-proof apron lined with fur, and
+ the rods and reels, sallied out of the college, and sought the livery
+ stables, patronized by the men of St. Ambrose's. Here they found a dog
+ cart all ready in the yard, with a strong Roman-nosed, vicious-looking,
+ rat-tailed horse in the shafts, called Satan by Drysdale; the leader had
+ been sent on to the first turnpike. The things were packed, and Jack, the
+ bull-dog, hoisted into the interior in a few minutes; Drysdale produced a
+ long straight horn, which he called his yard of tin (probably because it
+ was made of brass), and after refreshing himself with a blast or two,
+ handed it over to Blake, and then mounted the dog cart, and took the
+ reins. Blake seated himself by his side; the help who was to accompany
+ them got up behind, and Jack looked wisely out from his inside place over
+ the back-board.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are we all right?&rdquo; said Drysdale, catching his long tandem
+ whip into a knowing double thong.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;All right, sir,&rdquo; said the head ostler, touching his cap.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'd better have come, my boy,&rdquo; said Drysdale to Tom, as
+ they trotted off out of the yard; and Tom couldn't help envying them as he
+ followed, and watched the dog cart lessening rapidly down the empty
+ street, and heard the notes of the yard of tin, which Blake managed to
+ make really musical, borne back on the soft western breeze. It was such a
+ pleasant morning for fishing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ However, it was too late to repent, had he wished it; and so he got back
+ to chapel, and destroyed the whole effect of the morning service on
+ Miller's mind, by delivering Blake's message to that choleric coxswain as
+ soon as chapel was over. Miller vowed for the twentieth time that Blake
+ should be turned out of the boat, and went off to the Captain's rooms to
+ torment him, and consult what was to be done.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The weather continued magnificent—a soft, dull grey March day, and a
+ steady wind; and the thought of the lucky fishermen, and visions of creels
+ filled with huge three-pounders, haunted Tom at lecture, and throughout
+ the day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At two o'clock he was down at the river. The college eight was to go down
+ for the first time in the season to the reached below Nuneham, for a good
+ training pull, and he had notice, to his great joy, that he was to be
+ tried in the boat. But, great, no doubt, as was the glory, the price was a
+ heavy one. This was the first time he had been subjected to the tender
+ mercies of Miller, the coxswain, or had pulled behind the Captain; and it
+ did not take long to convince him that it was a very different style of
+ thing from anything he had as yet been accustomed to in the freshman's
+ crew. The long steady sweep of the so-called paddle tried him almost as
+ much as the breathless strain of the spurt.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miller, too, was in one of his most relentless moods. He was angry at
+ Blake's desertion, and seemed to think that Tom had something to do with
+ it, though he simply delivered the message which had been entrusted to
+ him; and so, though he distributed rebuke and objurgation to every man in
+ the boat except the Captain, he seemed to our hero to take particular
+ delight in working him. There he stood in the stern, the fiery little
+ coxswain, leaning forward with a tiller-rope in each hand, and bending to
+ every stroke, shouting his warnings, and rebukes, and monitions to Tom,
+ till he drove him to his wits' end. By the time the boat came back to
+ Hall's, his arms were so numb that he could hardly tell whether his oar
+ was in or out of his hand; his legs were stiff and aching, and every
+ muscle in his body felt as if it had been pulled out an inch or two. As he
+ walked up to College, he felt as if his shoulders and legs had nothing to
+ do with one another; in short, he had had a very hard day's work, and,
+ after going fast asleep at a wine-party, and trying in vain to rouse
+ himself by a stroll in the streets, fairly gave in about ten o'clock and
+ went to bed without remembering to sport his oak.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For some hours he slept the sleep of the dead, but at last began to be
+ conscious of voices, and the clicking of glasses, and laughter, and scraps
+ of songs; and after turning himself once or twice in bed, to ascertain
+ whether he was awake or no, rubbed his eyes, sat up, and became aware that
+ something very entertaining to the parties concerned was going on in his
+ sitting-room. After listening for a minute, he jumped up, threw on his
+ shooting-coat, and appeared at the door of his own sitting-room, where he
+ paused a moment to contemplate the scene which met his astonished vision.
+ His fire recently replenished, was burning brightly in the grate, and his
+ candles on the table on which stood his whisky bottle, and tumblers, and
+ hot water. On his sofa, which had been wheeled round before the fire,
+ reclined Drysdale, on his back, in his pet attitude, one leg crossed over
+ the other, with a paper in his hand, from which he was singing, and in the
+ arm-chair sat Blake, while Jack was coiled on the rug, turning himself
+ every now and then in a sort of uneasy protest against his master's
+ untimely hilarity. At first, Tom felt inclined to be angry, but the jolly
+ shout of laughter with which Drysdale received him, as he stepped out into
+ the light in night-shirt, shooting-coat, and dishevelled hair, appeased
+ him at once.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Brown, you don't mean to say you have been in bed this last
+ half-hour? We looked into the bed-room, and thought it was empty. Sit
+ down, old fellow, and make yourself at home. Have a glass of grog; it's
+ first-rate whisky.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well you're a couple of cool hands, I must say,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ &ldquo;How did you get in?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Through the door, like honest men,&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ &ldquo;You're the only good fellow in college to-night. When we got back
+ our fires were out, and we've been all round the college, and found all
+ the oaks sported but yours. Never sport your oak, old boy; it's a bad
+ habit. You don't know what time in the morning you may entertain angels
+ unawares.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're a rum pair of angels, anyhow,&rdquo; said Tom, taking his
+ seat on the sofa. &ldquo;But what o'clock is it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, about half-past one,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;We've had a
+ series of catastrophes. Never got into college till near one. I thought we
+ should never have waked that besotted little porter. However, here we are
+ at last, you see, all right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it seems,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but how about the
+ fishing?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Fishing! We've never thrown a fly all day,&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is so cursedly conceited about his knowledge of the
+ country,&rdquo; struck in Blake. &ldquo;What with that, and his awful
+ twist, and his incurable habit of gossiping, and his blackguard dog, and
+ his team of a devil and a young female—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hold your scandalous tongue,&rdquo; shouted Drysdale. &ldquo;To
+ hear <i>you</i>
+ talking of my twist, indeed; you ate four chops and a whole chicken
+ to-day, at dinner, to your own cheek, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's quite another thing,&rdquo; said Blake. &ldquo;I like to see
+ a fellow an honest grubber at breakfast and dinner; but you've always got
+ your nose in the manger. That's how we all got wrong to-day, Brown. You
+ saw what a breakfast he ate before starting; well, nothing would satisfy
+ him but another at Whitney. There we fell in with a bird in mahogany tops,
+ and, as usual, Drysdale began chumming with him. He knew all about the
+ fishing of the next three counties. I daresay he did. My private belief
+ is, that he is one of the Hungerford town council, who let the fishing
+ there; at any rate, he swore it was no use our going to Fairford; the only
+ place where fish would be in season was Hungerford. Of course Drysdale
+ swallowed it all, and nothing would serve him but that we should turn off
+ for Hungerford at once. Now, I did go once to Hungerford races, and I
+ ventured to suggest that we should never get near the place. Not a bit of
+ use; he knew every foot of the country. It was then about nine; he would
+ guarantee that we should be there by twelve, at latest.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So we should have been, but for accidents,&rdquo; struck in
+ Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, at any rate, what we did was to drive into Farringdon,
+ instead of Hungerford, both horses dead done up, at twelve o'clock, after
+ missing our way about twenty times.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Because you would put in your oar,&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then grub again,&rdquo; went on Blake, &ldquo;and an hour to bait
+ the horses. I knew we were as likely to get to Jericho as to Hungerford.
+ However, he would start; but, luckily, about two miles from Farringdon,
+ old Satan bowled quietly into a bank, broke a shaft, and deposited us then
+ and there. He wasn't such a fool as to be going to Hungerford at that time
+ of day; the first time in his wicked old life that I ever remember seeing
+ him do anything that pleased me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, now,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;do you mean to say you ever
+ sat behind a better wheeler, when he's in a decent temper?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can't say,&rdquo; said Blake; &ldquo;never sat behind him in a good
+ temper, that I can remember.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll trot him five miles out and home in a dog-cart, on any road
+ out of Oxford, against any horse you can bring, for a fiver.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Done!&rdquo; said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But were you upset?&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;How did you get into
+ the bank?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you see,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;Jessy,—that's the little
+ blood-mare, my leader,—is very young, and as shy and skittish as the rest
+ of her sex. We turned a corner sharp, and came right upon a gipsy
+ encampment. Up she went into the air in a moment, and then turned right
+ around and came head on at the cart. I gave her the double thong across
+ her face to send her back again, and Satan, seizing the opportunity,
+ rushed against the bank, dragging her with him, and snapping the
+ shaft.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And so ended our day's fishing,&rdquo; said Blake. &ldquo;And next
+ moment out jumps that brute Jack, and pitches into the gipsy's dog, who
+ had come up very naturally to have a look at what was going on. Down jumps
+ Drysdale to see that his beast gets fair play, leaving me and the help to
+ look after the wreck, and keep his precious wheeler from kicking the cart
+ into little pieces.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, now,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;you must own we fell on our
+ legs after all. Hadn't we a jolly afternoon? I'm thinking of turning
+ tramp, Brown. We spent three or four hours in that camp, and Blake got
+ spooney on a gipsy girl, and has written I don't know how many songs on
+ them. Didn't you hear us singing them just now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But how did you get the cart mended?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, the tinker patched up the shaft for us,—a cunning old beggar,
+ the <i>pere de famille</i> of the encampment; up to every move on the
+ board. He wanted to have a deal with me for Jessy. But 'pon my honor, we
+ had a good time of it. There was the old tinker, mending the shaft, in his
+ fur cap, with a black pipe, one inch long, sticking out of his mouth; and
+ the old brown parchment of a mother, with her head in a red handkerchief,
+ smoking a ditto pipe to the tinker's, who told our fortunes, and talked
+ like a printed book. Then there was his wife, and the slip of a girl who
+ bowled over Blake there, and half a dozen ragged brats; and a fellow on a
+ tramp, not a gipsy—some runaway apprentice, I take it, but a jolly
+ dog—with no luggage but an old fiddle on which he scraped away uncommonly
+ well, and set Blake making rhymes as we sat in the tent. You never heard
+ any of his songs. Here's one for each of us; we're going to get up the
+ characters and sing them about the country;—now for a rehearsal; I'll be
+ the tinker.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, you must take the servant girl,&rdquo; said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we'll toss up for characters when the time comes. You begin
+ then; here's a song,&rdquo; and he handed one of the papers to Blake, who
+ began singing—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Squat on a green plot,
+ We scorn a bench or settle, oh.
+ Plying or trying,
+ A spice of every trade;
+ Razors we grind,
+ Ring a pig, or mend a kettle, oh;
+ Come, what d'ye lack?
+ Speak it out, my pretty maid.
+
+ &ldquo;I'll set your scissors, while
+ My granny tells you plainly!
+ Who stole your barley meal,
+ Your butter or your heart;
+ Tell if your husband will
+ Be handsome or ungainly,
+ Ride in a coach and four, or
+ Rough it in a cart.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Enter Silly Sally; that's I, for the present you see,&rdquo; said
+ Drysdale; and he began—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
+ All in a pucker be I;
+
+ I'm growing uneasy about Billy Martin,
+ For love is a casualty desper't unsartin.
+ Law! yonder's the gipsy as tells folk's fortin;
+ I'm half in the mind for to try.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you must be the old gipsy woman, Mother Patrico; here's your
+ part Brown.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what's the tune?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you can't miss it; go ahead;&rdquo; and so Tom, who was
+ dropping into the humour of the thing, droned out from the MS. handed to
+ him—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Chairs to mend,
+ Old chairs to mend,
+ Rush bottom'd cane bottom'd,
+ Chairs to mend.
+
+ Maid, approach,
+ If thou wouldst know
+ What the stars
+ May deign to show.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, tinker,&rdquo; said Drysdale, nodding at Blake, who rattled
+ on,—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Chance feeds us, chance leads us;
+ Round the land in jollity;
+ Rag-dealing, nag-stealing,
+ Everywhere we roam;
+ Brass mending, ass vending,
+ Happier than the quality;
+ Swipes soaking, pipes smoking,
+ Ev'ry barn a home;
+ Tink, tink, a tink a tink,
+ Our life is full of fun, boys;
+ Clink tink, a tink a tink,
+ Our busy hammers ring;
+ Clink, tink, a tink a tink,
+ Our job will soon be done boys;
+ Then tune we merrily
+ The bladder and the string.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>DRYSDALE, as <i>Silly Sally</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
+ There's such a look in her eye.
+
+ Oh, lawk! I declare I be all of a tremble;
+ My mind it misgives me about Sukey Wimble,
+ A splatter faced wench neither civil nor nimble
+ She'll bring Billy to beggary.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>TOM, as <i>Mother Patrico</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Show your hand;
+ Come show your hand!
+ Would you know
+ What fate has planned?
+ Heaven forefend,
+ Ay, heav'n forefend!
+ What may these
+ Cross lines portend?&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>BLAKE, as <i>the Tinker</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Owl, pheasant, all's pleasant,
+ Nothing comes amiss to us;
+ Hare, rabbit, snare, nab it;
+ Cock, or hen, or kite;
+ Tom cat, with strong fat,
+ A dainty supper is to us;
+ Hedge-hog and sedge-frog
+ To stew is our delight;
+ Bow, wow, with angry bark
+ My lady's dog assails us;
+ We sack him up, and clap
+ A stopper on his din.
+ Now pop him in the pot;
+ His store of meat avails us;
+ Wife cook him nice and hot,
+ And granny tans his skin.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>DRYSDALE, as <i>Silly Sally</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Oh, lawk! what a calamity!
+ Oh, my! what a calamity!
+ Oh, dear! what a calamity!
+ Lost and forsaken be I.
+
+ I'm out of my senses, and nought will content me,
+ But pois'ning Poll Ady who helped circumvent me;
+ Come tell me the means, for no power shall prevent me:
+ Oh, give me revenge, or die.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>TOM, as <i>Mother Patrico</i></p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Pause awhile!
+ Anon, anon!
+ Give me time
+ The stars to con.
+ True love's course
+ Shall yet run smooth;
+ True shall prove
+ The favor'd youth.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>BLAKE, as <i>the Tinker</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Tink tink, a tink a tink,
+ We'll work and then get tipsy, oh!
+ Clink tink, on each chink,
+ Our busy hammers ring.
+ Tink tink, a tink a tink,
+ How merry lives a gypsy, oh!
+ Chanting and ranting;
+ As happy as a king.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>DRYSDALE, as <i>Silly Sally</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Joy! Joy! all will end happily!
+ Joy! Joy! all will end happily!
+ Joy! joy! all will end happily!
+ Bill will be constant to I.
+
+ Oh, thankee, good dame, here's my purse and my thimble;
+ A fig for Poll Ady and fat Sukey Wimble;
+ I now could jump over the steeple so nimble;
+ With joy I be ready to cry.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>TOM, as <i>Mother Patrico</i>.</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;William shall
+ Be rich and great;
+ And shall prove
+ A constant mate.
+ Thank not me,
+ But thank your fate,
+ On whose high
+ Decrees I wait.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, won't that do? won't it bring the house down? I'm going to
+ send for dresses to London, and we'll start next week.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, on the tramp, singing these songs?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; we'll begin in some out-of-the-way place till we get used to
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And end in the lock-up, I should say,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;it'll
+ be a good lark, though. Now, you haven't told me how you got home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, we left camp at about five—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The tinker having extracted a sovereign from Drysdale,&rdquo;
+ interrupted Blake.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What did you give to the little gypsy yourself?&rdquo; retorted
+ Drysdale; &ldquo;I saw your adieus under the thorn-bush.—Well, we got on
+ all right to old Murdock's, at Kingston Inn, by about seven, and there we
+ had dinner; and after dinner the old boy came in. He and I are great
+ chums, for I'm often there, and always ask him in. But that beggar Blake,
+ who never saw him before, cut me clean out in five minutes. Fancy his
+ swearing he is Scotch, and that an ancestor of his in the sixteenth
+ century married a Murdock!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, when you come to think what a lot of ancestors one must have
+ had at that time, it's probably true,&rdquo; said Blake.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;At any rate, it took,&rdquo; went on Drysdale. &ldquo;I thought old
+ Murdock would have wept on his neck. As it was, he scattered snuff enough
+ to fill a pint pot over him out of his mull, and began talking Gaelic. And
+ Blake had the cheek to jabber a lot of gibberish back to him, as if he
+ understood every word.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gibberish! it was the purest Gaelic,&rdquo; said Blake laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I heard a lot of Greek words myself,&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;but old Murdock was too pleased at hearing his own clapper going,
+ and too full of whisky, to find him out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let alone that I doubt whether he remembers more than about five
+ words of his native tongue himself,&rdquo; said Blake.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The old boy got so excited that he went up stairs for his plaid and
+ dirk, and dressed himself up in them, apologising that he could not appear
+ in the full grab of old Gaul, in honor of his new-found relative, as his
+ daughter had cut up his old kilt for 'trews for the barnies' during his
+ absence from home. Then they took to more toddy and singing Scotch songs,
+ till at eleven o'clock they were standing on their chairs, right hands
+ clasped, each with one foot on the table, glasses in the other hands, the
+ toddy flying over the room as they swayed about roaring like maniacs, what
+ was it?—oh, I have it:
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ 'Wug-an-toorey all agree,
+ Wug-an-toorey, wug-an-toorey.'&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He hasn't told you that he tried to join us, and tumbled over the
+ back of his chair into the dirty-plate basket.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A libel! a libel!&rdquo; shouted Drysdale; &ldquo;the leg of my
+ chair broke, and I stepped down gracefully and safely, and when I looked
+ up and saw what a tottery performance it was, I concluded to give them a
+ wide berth. It would be no joke to have old Murdock topple over on to you.
+ I left them 'wug-an-tooreying,' and went out to look after the trap, which
+ was ordered to be at the door at half-past ten. I found Murdock's ostler
+ very drunk, but sober compared with that rascally help whom we had been
+ fools enough to take with us. They had got the trap out and the horses in,
+ but that old rascal Satan was standing so quiet that I suspected something
+ wrong. Sure enough, when I came to look, they had him up to the cheek on
+ one side of his mouth, and third bar on the other, his belly-band buckled
+ across his back, and no kicking strap. The old brute was chuckling to
+ himself what he would do with us as soon as we had started in that trim.
+ It took half an hour getting all right, as I was the only one able to do
+ anything.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, you would have said so,&rdquo; said Blake, &ldquo;if you had
+ seen him trying to put Jack up behind. He made six shots with the old dog,
+ and dropped him about on his head and the broad of his back as if he had
+ been a bundle of ells.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The fact is, that that rascally ostler had made poor old Jack drunk
+ too,&rdquo; explained Drysdale, &ldquo;and he wouldn't be lifted straight.
+ However we got off at last, and hadn't gone a mile before the help (who
+ was maundering away some cursed sentimental ditty or other behind),
+ lurched more heavily than usual, and pitched off into the night somewhere.
+ Blake looked for him for half-an-hour, and couldn't find a hair.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean to say the man tumbled off and you never found
+ him?&rdquo; said Tom in horror.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, that's about the fact,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;but it
+ isn't so bad as you think. We had no lamps, and it was an uncommon bad
+ night for running by holloas.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But a first-rate night for running by scent,&rdquo; broke in Blake;
+ &ldquo;the fellow leant against me until he made his exit, and I'd have
+ backed myself to have hit the scent again half-a-mile off if the wind had
+ only been right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He may have broken his neck,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can a fellow sing with a broken neck?&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;hanged if I know! But don't I tell you, we heard him maundering on
+ somewhere or other? And when Blake shouted, he rebuked him piously out of
+ the pitch darkness, and told him to go home and repent. I nearly dropped
+ off the box laughing at them; and then he 'uplifted his testimony,' as he
+ called it, against me, for driving a horse called Satan. I believe he's a
+ ranting methodist spouter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I tried hard to find him,&rdquo; said Blake; &ldquo;For I should
+ dearly have liked to kick him safely into the ditch.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;At last Black Will himself couldn't have held Satan another minute.
+ So Blake scrambled up, and away we came, and knocked into college at one
+ for a finish: the rest you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you've had a pretty good day of it,&rdquo; said Tom, who had
+ been hugely amused; &ldquo;but I should feel nervous about the help, if I
+ were you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he'll come to no grief, I'll be bound,&rdquo; said Drysdale,
+ &ldquo;but what o'clock is it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Three,&rdquo; said Blake, looking at his watch and getting up;
+ &ldquo;time to turn in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The first time I ever heard you say that,&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but you forget we were up this morning before the world was
+ aired. Good night, Brown.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And off the two went, leaving Tom to sport his oak this time, and retire
+ in wonder to bed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale was asleep, with Jack curled up on the foot of the bed, in ten
+ minutes. Blake, by the help of wet towels and a knotted piece of whipcord
+ round his forehead, read Pinder till the chapel bell began to ring.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0008"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER VII—AN EXPLOSION</h2>
+ <p>
+ Our hero soon began to feel that he was contracting his first college
+ friendship. The great, strong, badly-dressed, badly-appointed servitor,
+ who seemed almost at the same time utterly reckless of, and nervously
+ alive to, the opinion of all around him, with his bursts of womanly
+ tenderness and Berserker rage, alternating like storms and sunshine of a
+ July day on a high moorland, his keen sense of humor and appreciation of
+ all the good things of life, the use and enjoyment of which he was so
+ steadily denying himself from high principle, had from the first seized
+ powerfully on all Tom's sympathies, and was daily gaining more hold upon
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Blessed is the man who has the gift of making friends; for it is one of
+ God's best gifts. It involves many things, but above all, the power of
+ going out of oneself, and seeing and appreciating whatever is noble and
+ living in another man.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But even to him who has the gift, it is often a great puzzle to find out
+ whether a man is really a friend or not. The following is recommended as a
+ test in the case of any man about whom you are not quite sure; especially
+ if he should happen to have more of this world's goods, either in the
+ shape of talents, rank or money, or what not, than you.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Fancy the man stripped stark naked of every thing in the world, except an
+ old pair of trousers and a shirt, for decency's sake, without even a name
+ to him, and dropped down in the middle of Holborn or Piccadilly. Would you
+ go up to him then and there, and lead him out from amongst the cabs and
+ omnibuses, and take him to your own home and feed him and clothe him, and
+ stand by him against all the world, to your last sovereign, and your last
+ leg of mutton? If you wouldn't do this you have no right to call him by
+ the sacred name of friend. If you would, the odds are that he would do the
+ same by you, and you may count yourself a rich man. For, probably were
+ friendship expressible by, or convertible into, current coin of the realm,
+ one such friend would be worth to a man, at least 100,000L. How many
+ millionaires are there in England? I can't even guess; but more by a good
+ many, I fear, than there are men who have ten real friends. But friendship
+ is not expressible or convertible. It is more precious than wisdom; and
+ wisdom &ldquo;cannot be gotten for gold, nor shall rubies be mentioned in
+ comparison thereof.&rdquo; Not all the riches that ever came out of earth
+ and sea are worth the assurance of one such real abiding friendship in
+ your heart of hearts.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But for the worth of a friendship commonly so called—meaning thereby a
+ sentiment founded on the good dinners, good stories, opera stalls, and
+ days' shooting you have gotten or hope to get out of a man, the snug
+ things in his gift, and his powers of procuring enjoyment of one kind or
+ another to miserable body or intellect—why, such a friendship as that is
+ to be appraised easily enough, if you find it worth your while; but you
+ will have to pay your pound of flesh for it one way or another—you may
+ take your oath of that. If you follow my advice, you will take a 10L note
+ down, and retire to your crust of bread and liberty.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was rapidly falling into friendship with Hardy. He was not bound hand
+ and foot and carried away captive yet, but he was already getting deep in
+ the toils.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ One evening he found himself as usual at Hardy's door about eight o'clock.
+ The oak was open, but he got no answer when he knocked at the inner door.
+ Nevertheless he entered, having quite got over all shyness or ceremony by
+ this time. The room was empty, but two tumblers and the black bottle stood
+ on the table, and the kettle was hissing away on the hob.
+ &ldquo;Ah,&rdquo; thought Tom, &ldquo;he expects me, I see;&rdquo; so he
+ turned his back to the fire and made himself at home. A quarter of an hour
+ passed, and still Hardy did not return. &ldquo;Never knew him out so long
+ before at this time of night,&rdquo; thought Tom. &ldquo;Perhaps he's at
+ some party. I hope so. It would do him a good deal of good; and I know he
+ might go out if he liked. Next term, see if I won't make him more
+ sociable. It's a stupid custom that freshmen don't give parties in their
+ first term, or I'd do it at once. Why won't he be more sociable? No, after
+ all sociable isn't the word; he's a very sociable fellow at bottom. What
+ in the world is it that he wants?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so Tom balanced himself on the two hind legs of one of the Windsor
+ chairs, and betook himself to pondering what it was exactly which ought to
+ be added to Hardy to make him an unexceptional object of hero-worship;
+ when the man himself came suddenly into the room, slamming his oak behind
+ him, and casting his cap and gown fiercely on to the sofa before he
+ noticed our hero.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom jumped up at once. &ldquo;My dear fellow, what's the matter?&rdquo; he
+ said; &ldquo;I'm sorry I came in; shall I go?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No—don't go—sit down,&rdquo; said Hardy, abruptly; and then began
+ to smoke fast without saying another word.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom waited a few minutes watching for him, and then broke silence again.—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am sure something is the matter, Hardy; you look dreadfully put
+ out—what is it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What is it?&rdquo; said Hardy, bitterly; &ldquo;Oh, nothing at
+ all—nothing at all; a gentle lesson to servitors as to the duties of their
+ position; not pleasant, perhaps, for a youngster to swallow; but I ought
+ to be used to such things at any rate by this time. I beg your pardon for
+ seeming put out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do tell me what it is,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I'm sure I am very
+ sorry for anything which annoys you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I believe you are,&rdquo; said Hardy, looking at him, &ldquo;and
+ I'm much obliged to you for it. What do you think of that fellow Chanter's
+ offering Smith, the junior servitor, a boy just come up, a bribe of ten
+ pounds to prick him in at chapel when he isn't there?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The dirty blackguard,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;by Jove he ought to
+ be cut. He will be cut, won't he? You don't mean that he really did offer
+ him the money?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;and the poor little fellow came
+ here after hall to ask me what he should do with tears in his eyes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Chanter ought to be horsewhipped in quad,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I
+ will go and call on Smith directly. What did you do?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, as soon as I could master myself enough not to lay hands on
+ him,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;I went across to his rooms where he was
+ entertaining a select party, and just gave him his choice between writing
+ an abject apology then and there to my dictation, or having the whole
+ business laid before the principal to-morrow morning. He chose the former
+ alternative, and I made him write such a letter as I don't think he will
+ forget in a hurry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's good,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but he ought to have been
+ horsewhipped too. It makes one's fingers itch to think of it. However,
+ Smith's all right now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right!&rdquo; said Hardy, bitterly. &ldquo;I don't know what
+ you call 'all right.' Probably the boy's self-respect is hurt for life.
+ You can't salve over this sort of thing with an apology-plaster.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I hope it isn't so bad as that,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wait till you've tried it yourself,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;I'll
+ tell you what it is; one or two things of this sort—and I've seen many
+ more than that in my time—sink down into you, and leave marks like a
+ red-hot iron.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, Hardy, now, really, did you ever know a bribe offered
+ before?&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy thought for a moment. &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;I can't say
+ that I have; but things as bad, or nearly as bad, often.&rdquo; He paused
+ a minute, and then went on; &ldquo;I tell you, if it were not for my dear
+ old father, who would break his heart over it, I would cut the whole
+ concern to-morrow. I've been near doing it twenty times, and enlisting in
+ a good regiment.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Would it be any better there, though?&rdquo; said Tom, gently, for
+ he felt that he was in a gunpowder magazine.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Better! yes, it must be better,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;at any
+ rate the youngsters there are marchers and fighters; besides, one would be
+ in the ranks and know one's place. Here one is by way of being a
+ gentleman—God save the mark! A young officer, be he never such a fop or
+ profligate, must take his turn at guard, and carry his life in his hand
+ all over the world wherever he is sent, or he has to leave the service.
+ Service!—yes, that's the word; that's what makes every young red-coat
+ respectable, though he mayn't think it. He is serving his Queen, his
+ country—the devil, too, perhaps—very likely—but still the other is some
+ sort. He is bound to it, sworn to it, must do it; more or less. But a
+ youngster up here, with health, strength, and heaps of money—bound to no
+ earthly service, and choosing that of the devil and his own lusts, because
+ some service or other he must have—I want to know where else under the sun
+ you can see such a sight as that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom mumbled something to the effect that it was by no means necessary that
+ men at Oxford, either rich or poor, need embark in the service which had
+ been alluded to; which remark, however, only seemed to add fuel to the
+ fire. For Hardy now rose from his chair, and began striding up and down
+ the room, his right arm behind his back, the hand gripping his left elbow,
+ his left hand brought round in front close to his body, and holding the
+ bowl of his pipe, from which he was blowing off clouds in puffs like an
+ engine just starting with a heavy train. The attitude was one of a man
+ painfully trying to curb himself. His eyes burnt like coals under his deep
+ brows. The man altogether looked awful, and Tom felt particularly
+ uncomfortable and puzzled. After a turn or two, Hardy burst out again—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And who are they, I should like to know, these fellows who dare to
+ offer bribes to gentlemen? How do they live? What do they do for
+ themselves or for this University? By heaven, they are ruining themselves
+ body and soul, and making this place, which was meant for the training of
+ learned and brave and righteous Englishmen, a lie and a snare. And who
+ tries to stop them? Here and there a don is doing his work like a man; the
+ rest are either washing their hands of the business, and spending their
+ time in looking after those who don't want looking after, and cramming
+ those who would be better without the cramming, or else standing by, cap
+ in hand, and shouting, 'Oh young men of large fortune and great
+ connexions! You future dispensers of the good things of this Realm, come
+ to our colleges and all shall be made pleasant!' and the shout is taken up
+ by undergraduates, and tradesmen, and horse-dealers, and cricket-cads, and
+ dog-fanciers 'Come to us, and us, and us, and we will be your toadies!'
+ Let them; let them toady and cringe to their precious idols, till they
+ bring this noble old place down about their ears. Down it will come, down
+ it must come, for down it ought to come, if it can find nothing better to
+ worship than rank, money, and intellect. But to live in the place and love
+ it too, and to see all this going on, and groan and writhe under it, and
+ not be able—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this point in his speech Hardy came to the turning-point in his march
+ at the farther end of the room, just opposite his crockery cupboard; but,
+ instead of turning as usual, he paused, let go the hold on his left elbow,
+ poised himself for a moment to get a purchase, and then dashed his right
+ fist full against one of the panels. Crash went the slight deal boards, as
+ if struck with a sledge-hammer, and crash went glass and crockery behind.
+ Tom jumped to his feet, in doubt whether an assault on him would not
+ follow, but the fit was over, and Hardy looked round at him with a rueful
+ and deprecating face. For a moment Tom tried to look solemn and heroic, as
+ befitted the occasion; but somehow, the sudden contrast flashed upon him,
+ and sent him off, before he could think about it, into a roar of laughter,
+ ending in a violent fit of coughing; for in his excitement he had
+ swallowed a mouthful of smoke. Hardy, after holding out for a moment, gave
+ in to the humour of the thing, and the appealing look passed into a smile,
+ and the smile into a laugh, as he turned towards his damaged cupboard, and
+ began opening it carefully in a legitimate manner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, old fellow,&rdquo; said Tom, coming up, &ldquo;I should
+ think you must find it an expensive amusement. Do you often walk into your
+ cupboard like that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You see, Brown, I am naturally a man of a very quick temper.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it seems&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but doesn't it hurt your
+ knuckles? I should have something softer put up for me if I were you; your
+ bolster, with a velvet cap on it, or a doctor of divinity's gown,
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You be hanged,&rdquo; said Hardy, as he disengaged the last
+ splinter, and gently opened the ill-used cupboard door. &ldquo;Oh, thunder
+ and turf, look here,&rdquo; he went on, as the state of affairs inside
+ disclosed itself to his view; &ldquo;how many times have I told that thief
+ George never to put anything on this side of my cupboard! Two tumblers
+ smashed to bits, and I've only four in the world. Lucky we had those two
+ out on the table.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And here's a great piece out of the sugar-basin, you see,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, holding up the broken article; &ldquo;and, let me see, one cup
+ and three saucers gone to glory.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it's lucky it's no worse,&rdquo; said Hardy, peering over his
+ shoulder; &ldquo;I had a lot of odd saucers, and there's enough left to
+ last my time. Never mind the smash, let's sit down again and be
+ reasonable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sat down in high good humor. He felt himself more on an equality with
+ his host than he had done before, and even thought he might venture on a
+ little mild expostulation or lecturing. But while he was considering how
+ to improve the occasion Hardy began himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shouldn't go so furious, Brown, if I didn't care about the place
+ so much. I can't bear to think of it as a sort of learning machine, in
+ which I am to grind for three years to get certain degrees which I want.
+ No—this place, and Cambridge, and our great schools, are the heart of dear
+ old England. Did you ever read Secretary Cook's address to the
+ Vice-Chancellor, Doctors, &amp;c. in 1636—more critical times, perhaps,
+ even than ours? No? Well, listen then;&rdquo; and he went to his bookcase,
+ took down a book, and read; &ldquo;'The very truth is, that all wise
+ princes respect the welfare of their estates, and consider that schools
+ and universities are (as in a body) the noble and vital parts, which being
+ vigorous and sound send good blood and active spirits into the veins and
+ arteries, which cause health and strength; or, if feeble or ill-affected,
+ corrupt all the vital parts; whereupon grow diseases, and in the end,
+ death itself.' A low standard up here for ten years may corrupt half the
+ parishes in the kingdom.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That's true,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;but-&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and so one has a right to be jealous for Oxford. Every
+ Englishman ought to be.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I really think, Hardy, that you're unreasonable,&rdquo; said
+ Tom, who had no mind to be done out of his chance of lecturing his host.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very quick-tempered,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;as I told you
+ just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you're not fair on the fast set up here. They can't help being
+ rich men, after all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; so one oughtn't to expect them to be going through the eyes of
+ needles, I suppose. But do you mean to say you ever heard of a more dirty,
+ blackguard business than this?&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;he ought to be
+ expelled the University.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I admit that,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but it was only one of them,
+ you know. I don't believe there's another man in the set who would have
+ done it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I hope not,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I may be hard on
+ them—as you say, they can't help being rich. But, now, I don't want you to
+ think me a violent one-sided fanatic; shall I tell you some of my
+ experiences up here—some passages from the life of a servitor?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I should like nothing so well.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0009"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER VIII—HARDY'S HISTORY</h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My father is an old commander in the Royal Navy. He was a second
+ cousin of Nelson's Hardy, and that, believe, was what led him into the
+ navy, for he had no interest whatever of his own. It was a visit which
+ Nelson's Hardy, then a young lieutenant, paid to his relative, my
+ grandfather, which decided my father, he has told me: but he always had a
+ strong bent to the sea, though he was a boy of very studious habits.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;However, those were times when brave men who knew and loved their
+ profession couldn't be overlooked, and my dear old father fought his way
+ up step by step—not very fast certainly, but, still fast enough to keep
+ him in heart about his chances in life. I can show you the accounts of
+ some of the affairs he was in, in James's History, which you see up on my
+ shelf there, or I could tell them you myself; but I hope some day, you
+ will know him, and then you will hear them in perfection.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My father was made commander towards the end of the war, and got a
+ ship, which he sailed with a convoy of merchantmen from Bristol. It was
+ the last voyage he ever made in active service; but the Admiralty was so
+ well satisfied with his conduct in it that they kept his ship in
+ commission two years after peace was declared. And well they might be; for
+ in the Spanish main he fought an action which lasted, on and off, for two
+ days, with a French sloop of war, and a privateer, which he always thought
+ was an American, either of which ought to have been a match for him. But
+ he had been with Vincent in the <i>Arrow</i>, and was not likely to think
+ much of such small odds as that. At any rate he beat them off, and not a
+ prize could either of them make out of his convoy, though I believe his
+ ship was never fit for anything afterwards, and was broken up as soon as
+ she was out of commission. We have got her compasses, and the old flag
+ which flew at the peak through the whole voyage, at home now. It was my
+ father's own flag, and his fancy to have it always flying. More than half
+ the men were killed, or badly hit—the dear old father amongst the rest. A
+ ball took off part of his knee cap, and he had to fight the last six hours
+ of the action sitting in a chair on the quarter-deck; but he says it made
+ the men fight better than when he was among them, seeing him sitting there
+ sucking oranges.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, he came home with a stiff leg. The Bristol merchants gave him
+ the freedom of the city in a gold box, and a splendidly-mounted sword with
+ an inscription on the blade, which hangs over the mantel-piece at home.
+ When I first left home, I asked him to give me his old service sword,
+ which used to hang by the other, and he gave it me at once, though I was
+ only a lad of seventeen, as he would give me his right eye, dear old
+ father, which is the only one he has now; the other he lost from a cutlass
+ wound in a boarding-party. There it hangs, and those are his epaulettes in
+ the tin case. They used to lie under my pillow before I had a room of my
+ own, and many a cowardly down-hearted fit have they helped me to pull
+ through, Brown; and many a mean act have they helped to keep me from
+ doing. There they are always; and the sight of them brings home the dear
+ old man to me as nothing else does, hardly even his letters. I must be a
+ great scoundrel to go very wrong with such a father.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let's see—where was I? Oh, yes; I remember. Well, my father got his
+ box and sword, and some very handsome letters from several great men. We
+ have them all in a book at home, and I know them by heart. The ones he
+ values most are from Collingwood, and his old captain, Vincent, and from
+ his cousin Nelson's Hardy, who didn't come off very well himself after the
+ war. But my poor old father never got another ship. For some time he went
+ up every year to London, and was always, he says, very kindly received by
+ the people in power, and often dined with one and another Lord of the
+ Admiralty who had been an old messmate. But he was longing for employment;
+ and it used to prey on him while he was in his prime to feel year after
+ year slipping away and he still without a ship. But why should I abuse
+ people, and think it hard, when he doesn't? 'You see, Jack,' he said to me
+ the last time we spoke about it, 'after all I was a battered old hulk,
+ lame and half blind. So was Nelson you'll say: but every man isn't a
+ Nelson, my boy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ 'And though I might think I could con or fight a ship as well as ever, I
+ can't say other folk who didn't know me were wrong for not agreeing with
+ me. Would you, now Jack, appoint a lame and blind man to command your
+ ship, if you had one?' But he left off applying for work as soon as he was
+ fifty, (I just remember the time), for he began to doubt then whether he
+ was quite so fit to command a vessel as a younger man; and, though he had
+ a much better chance after that of getting a ship (for William IV came to
+ the throne, who knew all about him), he never went near the Admiralty
+ again. 'God forbid,' he said, 'that his Majesty should take me if there's
+ a better man to be had.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I have forgotten to tell you how I came into the world, and am
+ telling you my father's story instead of my own. You seem to like hearing
+ about it though, and you can't understand one without the other. However,
+ when my father was made commander, he married, and bought, with his
+ prize-money and savings, a cottage and piece of land, in a village on the
+ south coast, where he left his wife when he went on his last voyage. They
+ had waited some years, for neither of them had any money; but there never
+ were two people who wanted it less, or did more good without it to all who
+ came near them. They had a hard time of it too, for my father had to go on
+ half-pay; and a commander's half-pay isn't much to live upon and keep a
+ family. For they had a family; three besides me; but they are all gone.
+ And my mother, too; she died when I was quite a boy, and left him and me
+ alone; and since then I have never known what a woman's love is, for I
+ have no near relations; and a man with such prospects as mine had better
+ keep down all—however, there's no need to go into any notions; I won't
+ wander any more if I can help it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I know my father was very poor when my mother died, and I think
+ (though he never told me so) that he had mortgaged our cottage, and was
+ very near having to sell it at one time. The expenses of my mother's
+ illness had been very heavy; I know a good deal of the best furniture was
+ sold—all, indeed except a handsome arm chair and a little work table of my
+ mother's. She used to sit in the chair, in her last illness, on our lawn,
+ and watch the sunsets. And he sat by her, and watched her, and sometimes
+ read the Bible to her; while I played about with a big black dog we had
+ then, named Vincent, after my father's old captain; or with Burt, his old
+ boatswain, who came with his wife to live with my father before I can
+ recollect, and lives with us still. He did everything in the garden, and
+ about the house; and in the house, too, when his wife was ill, for he can
+ turn his hand to most anything, like most old salts. It was he who rigged
+ up the mast and weather-cock on the lawn, and used to let me run up the
+ old flag on Sundays, and on my father's wedding-day, and on the
+ anniversary of his action, and of Vincent's action in the Arrow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After my mother's death my father sent away all the servants, for
+ the boatswain and his wife are more like friends. I was wrong to say that
+ no woman has loved me since my mother's death, for I believe dear old
+ nanny loves me as if I were her own child. My father, after this, used to
+ sit silent for hours together, doing nothing but look over the sea, but,
+ except for that, was not much changed. After a short time he took to
+ teaching me to read, and from that time I never was away from him for an
+ hour, except when I was asleep, until I went out into the world.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As I told you, my father was naturally fond of study. He had kept
+ up the little Latin he had learnt as a boy, and had always been reading
+ whatever he could lay his hands on; so that I couldn't have had a better
+ tutor. They were no lessons to me, particularly the geographical ones; for
+ there was no part of the world's sea-coast that he did not know, and could
+ tell me what it and the people were like; and often when Burt happened to
+ come in at such times, and heard what my father was talking about, he
+ would give us some of his adventures and ideas of geography, which were
+ very queer indeed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;When I was nearly ten, a new vicar came. He was about my father's
+ age and a widower, like him; only he had no child. Like him, too, he had
+ no private fortune, and the living is a very poor one. He soon became very
+ intimate with us, and made my father his churchwarden; and, after being
+ present at some of our lessons, volunteered to teach me Greek, which, he
+ said, it was time I should begin to learn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This was great relief to my father, who had bought a Greek grammar
+ and dictionary, and a delectus, some time before; and I could see him
+ often, dear old father, with his glass in his eye, puzzling away over them
+ when I was playing, or reading Cook's Voyages, for it had grown to be the
+ wish of his heart that I should be a scholar, and should go into orders.
+ So he was going to teach me Greek himself, for there was no one in the
+ parish except the Vicar who knew a word of anything but English—so that he
+ could not have got me a tutor, and the thought of sending me to school had
+ never crossed his mind, even if he could have afforded to do either. My
+ father only sat by at Greek lessons, and took no part; but first he began
+ to put in a word here and there, and then would repeat words and sentences
+ himself, and look over my book while I construed, and very soon was just
+ as regular a pupil of the Vicar's as I.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Vicar was for the most part very proud of his pupils, and the
+ kindest of masters; but every now and then he used to be hard on my
+ father, which made me furious, though he never seemed to mind it. I used
+ to make mistakes on purpose at those times to show that I was worse than
+ he at any rate. But this only happened after we had had a political
+ discussion at dinner; for we dined at three, and took to our Greek
+ afterwards, to suit the Vicar's time, who was generally a guest. My father
+ is a Tory, of course, as you may guess, and the Vicar was a Liberal, of a
+ very mild sort, as I have since thought; a Whig of '88,' he used to call
+ himself. But he was in favor of the Reform Bill, which was enough for my
+ father, who lectured him about loyalty, and opening the flood-gates to
+ revolution; and used to call up old Burt from the kitchen, where he was
+ smoking his pipe, and ask him what he used to think of the Radicals on
+ board ship; and Burt's regular reply was—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Skulks, yer honor, regular skulks. I wouldn't give the twist of a
+ fiddler's elbow for all the lot of 'em as ever pretended to handle a swab,
+ or handle a topsail.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Vicar always tried to argue, but, as Burt and I were the only
+ audience, my father was always triumphant; only he took it out of us
+ afterwards, at the Greek. Often I used to think, when they were reading
+ history, and talking about the characters, that my father was much the
+ more liberal of the two.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;About this time he bought a small half-decked boat of ten tons, for
+ he and Burt agreed that I ought to learn to handle a boat, although I was
+ not to go to sea; and when they got the Vicar in the boat on the summer
+ evenings (for he was always ready for a sail though he was a very bad
+ sailor), I believe they used to steer as near the wind as possible, and
+ get into short chopping seas on purpose. But I don't think he was ever
+ frightened, though he used sometimes to be very ill.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And so I went on, learned all I could from my father, and the
+ Vicar, and old Burt, till I was sixteen. By that time I had begun to think
+ for myself; and I had made up my mind that it was time I should do
+ something. No boy ever wanted to leave home less, I believe; but I saw
+ that I must make a move if I was ever to be what my father wished me to
+ be. So I spoke to the Vicar, and he quite agreed with me, and made
+ inquiries amongst his acquaintance; and so, before I was seventeen, I was
+ offered the place of under-master in a commercial school, about twenty
+ miles from home. The Vicar brought the offer, and my father was very angry
+ at first; but we talked him over, and so I took the situation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I am very glad I did, although there were many drawbacks. The
+ salary was 35L a year, and for that I had to drill all the boys in
+ English, and arithmetic, and Latin, and to teach the Greek grammar to the
+ five or six who paid extra to learn it. Out of the school I had always to
+ be with them, and was responsible for the discipline. It was weary work
+ very often, and what seemed the worst part of it to me, at the time, was
+ the trade spirit which leavened the whole of the establishment. The master
+ and owner of the school, who was a keen vulgar man, but always civil
+ enough to me, thought of nothing but what would pay. And this seemed to be
+ what filled the school. Fathers sent their boys, because the place was so
+ practical, and nothing was taught (except as extras) which was not to be
+ of so-called real use to the boys in the world. We had our work quite
+ clearly laid down for us; and it was, not to put the boys in the way of
+ getting real knowledge or understanding, or any of the things Solomon
+ talks about, but to put them in the way of getting on.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I spent three years at that school, and in that time I rounded
+ myself pretty well in Latin and Greek—better, I believe, than I should
+ have done if I had been at a first-rate school myself; and I hope I did
+ the boys some good, and taught some of them that cunning was not the best
+ quality to start in life with. And I was not often very unhappy, for I
+ could always look forward to my holidays with my father.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;However, I own that I never was better pleased than one Christmas
+ when the Vicar came over to our cottage, and brought with him a letter
+ from the Principal of St. Ambrose College, Oxford, appointing me to a
+ servitorship. My father was even more delighted than I, and that evening
+ produced a bottle of old rum, which was part of his ship's stock, and had
+ gone all through his action, and been in his cellar ever since. And we
+ three in the parlor, and old Burt and his wife in the kitchen, finished it
+ that night; the boatswain, I must own, taking the lion's share. The Vicar
+ took occasion, in the course of the evening, to hint that it was only poor
+ men who took these places at the University; and that I might find some
+ inconvenience, and suffer some annoyance, by not being exactly in the same
+ position as other men. But my dear old father would not hear of it; I was
+ now going to be in amongst the very pick of English gentlemen—what could
+ it matter whether I had money or not? That was the last thing which real
+ gentlemen thought of. Besides, why was I to be so very poor? He should be
+ able to allow me whatever would be necessary to make me comfortable. 'But,
+ Jack,' he said suddenly, later in the evening, 'one meets low fellows
+ everywhere. You have met them, I know, often at the confounded school, and
+ will meet them again. Never you be ashamed of your poverty, my boy.' I
+ promised readily enough, for I didn't think I could be more tried in that
+ way than I had been already. I had lived for three years amongst people
+ whose class notoriously measured all things by a money standard; now that
+ was all over, I thought. It's easy making promises in the dark. The Vicar,
+ however, would not let the matter rest; so we resolved ourselves into a
+ Committee of Ways and Means, and my father engaged to lay before us an
+ exact statement of his affairs next day. I went to the door with the
+ Vicar, and he told me to come and see him in the morning.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I half-guessed what he wanted to see me for. He knew all my
+ father's affairs perfectly well, and wished to prepare me for what was to
+ come in the evening. 'Your father,' he said, 'is one of the most liberal
+ men I ever met; he is almost the only person who gives anything to the
+ schools and other charities in this parish, and he gives to the utmost.
+ You would not wish him, I know, to cut off these gifts, which bring the
+ highest reward with them, when they are made in the spirit in which he
+ makes them. Then he is getting old, and you would never like him to deny
+ himself the comforts (and few enough they are) which he is used to. He has
+ nothing but his half-pay to live on; and out of that he pays 50L a year
+ for insurance; for he has insured his life, that you may have something
+ besides the cottage and land when he dies. I only tell you this that you
+ may know the facts beforehand. I am sure you would never take a penny from
+ him if you could help it. But he won't be happy unless he makes you some
+ allowance; and he can do it without crippling himself. He has been paying
+ off an old mortgage on his property here for many years, by installments
+ of 40L a year, and the last was paid last Michaelmas; so that it will not
+ inconvenience him to make you that allowance. Now, you will not be able to
+ live properly upon that at Oxford, even as a servitor. I speak to you now,
+ my dear Jack, as your oldest friend (except Burt), and you must allow me
+ the privilege of an old friend. I have more than I want, and I propose to
+ make up your allowance at Oxford to 80L a year, and upon that I think you
+ may manage to get on. Now, it will not be quite candid, but I think, under
+ the circumstances, we shall be justified in representing to your father
+ that 40L a year will be ample for him to allow you. You see what I mean?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I remember almost word for word what the Vicar said; for it is not
+ often in one's life that one meets with this sort of friend. At first I
+ thanked him, but refused to take anything from him. I had saved enough, I
+ said, to carry me through Oxford. But he would not be put off; and I found
+ that his heart was as much set on making me an allowance himself as on
+ saving my father. So I agreed to take 25L a year from him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;When we met again in the evening, to hear my father's statement, it
+ was as good as a play to see the dear old man, with his spectacles on and
+ his papers before him, proving in some wonderful way that he could easily
+ allow me at least 80L or 100L a year. I believe it cost the Vicar some
+ twinges of conscience to persuade him that all I should want would be 40L
+ a year; and it was very hard work; but at last we succeeded, and it was so
+ settled. During the next three weeks the preparations for my start
+ occupied us all. The Vicar looked out all the classics, which he insisted
+ that I should take. There they stand on that middle shelf—all well bound,
+ you see, and many of them old college prizes. My father made an expedition
+ to the nearest town, and came back with a large new portmanteau and
+ hat-box; and the next day the leading tailor came over to fit me out with
+ new clothes. In fact, if I had not resisted stoutly, I should have come to
+ college with half the contents of the cottage, and Burt as valet; for the
+ old boatswain was as bad as the other two. But I compromised the matter
+ with him by accepting his pocket compass and the picture of the brig which
+ hangs there; the two things, next to his wife, which he values, I believe,
+ most in the world.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it is now two years last October since I came to Oxford as a
+ servitor; so you see I have pretty, nearly finished my time here. I was
+ more than twenty then—much older as you know, than most freshmen. I
+ daresay it was partly owing to the difference in age, and partly to the
+ fact that I knew no one when I came up, but mostly to my own bad
+ management and odd temper, that I did not get on better than I have done
+ with the men here. Sometimes I think that our college is a bad specimen,
+ for I have made several friends amongst out-college men. At any rate, the
+ fact is, as you have no doubt found out—and I hope I haven't tried at all
+ to conceal it—that I am out of the pale, as it were. In fact, with the
+ exception of one of the tutors, and one man who was a freshman with me, I
+ do not know a man in college except as a mere speaking acquaintance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I had been rather thrown off my balance, I think, at the change in
+ my life, for at first I made a great fool of myself. I had believed too
+ readily what my father had said, and thought that at Oxford I should see
+ no more of what I had been used to. Here I thought that the last thing a
+ man would be valued by would be the length of his purse, and that no one
+ would look down upon me because I performed some services to the college
+ in return for my keep, instead of paying for it in money.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I made a great fool of myself, no doubt of that; and, what is
+ worse, I broke my promise to my father—I often <i>was</i> ashamed of my
+ poverty, and tried at first to hide it, for somehow the spirit of the
+ place carried me along with it. I couldn't help wishing to be thought of
+ and treated as an equal by the men. It's a very bitter thing for a proud,
+ shy, sensitive fellow, as I am by nature, to have to bear the sort of
+ assumption and insolence one meets with. I furnished my rooms well, and
+ dressed well. Ah! you stare; but this is not the furniture I started with;
+ I sold it all when I came to my senses, and put in this tumble-down
+ second-hand stuff, and I have worn out my fine clothes. I know I'm not
+ well dressed now. (Tom nodded ready acquiescence to this position.) Yes,
+ though I still wince a little now and then—a great deal oftener than I
+ like—I don't carry any false colors. I can't quite conquer the feeling of
+ shame (for shame it is, I am afraid), but at any rate I don't try to hide
+ my poverty any longer, I haven't for these eighteen months. I have a grim
+ sort of pleasure in pushing it in everybody's face. (Tom assented with a
+ smile, remembering how excessively uncomfortable Hardy had made him by
+ this little peculiarity the first time he was in his rooms.) The first
+ thing which opened my eyes a little was the conduct of the tradesmen. My
+ bills all came in within a week of the delivery of the furniture and
+ clothes; some of them wouldn't leave the things without payment. I was
+ very angry and vexed, not at the bills, for I had my savings, which were
+ more than enough to pay for everything. But I knew that these same
+ tradesmen never thought of asking for payment under a year, oftener two,
+ from other men. Well, it was a lesson. Credit for gentlemen-commoners,
+ ready-money dealings with servitors! I owe the Oxford tradesmen much for
+ that lesson. If they would only treat every man who comes up as a
+ servitor, it would save a deal of misery.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My cure was completed by much higher folk, though. I can't go
+ through the whole treatment, but will give you a specimen or two of the
+ doses, giving precedence (as is the way here) to those administered by the
+ highest in rank. I got them from all sorts of people, but none did me more
+ good than the lords' pills. Amongst other ways of getting on I took to
+ sparring, which was then very much in vogue. I am a good hand at it, and
+ very fond of it, so that it wasn't altogether flunkeyism, I'm glad to
+ think. In my second term two or three fighting men came down from London,
+ and gave a benefit at the Weirs. I was there, and set to with one of them.
+ We were well matched, and both of us did our very best; and when we had
+ had our turn we drew down the house, as they say. Several young tufts and
+ others of the faster men came up to me afterwards and complimented me.
+ They did the same by the professional, but it didn't occur to me at the
+ time that they put us both in the same category.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am free to own that I was really pleased two days afterwards,
+ when a most elaborate flunkey brought a card to my door inscribed 'The
+ Viscount Philippine, Ch. Ch., at home to-night, eight o'clock—sparring.'
+ Luckily, I made a light dinner, and went sharp to time into Christ Church.
+ The porter directed me to the noble Viscount's rooms; they were most
+ splendid, certainly—first floor rooms in Peckwater. I was shown into the
+ large room, which was magnificently furnished and lighted. A good space
+ was cleared in the centre; there were all sorts of bottles and glasses on
+ the sideboard. There might have been twelve or thirteen men present,
+ almost all in tufts or gentlemen commoners' caps. One or two of our
+ college I recognized. The fighting man was also there, stripped for
+ sparring, which none of the rest were. It was plain that the sport had not
+ begun; I think he was doing some trick of strength as I came in. My noble
+ host came forward with a nod and asked me if I would take anything, and
+ when I declined, said, 'Then will you put on the gloves?' I looked at him
+ rather surprised, and thought it an odd way to treat the only stranger in
+ his rooms. However, I stripped, put on the gloves, and one of the others
+ came forward to tie them for me. While he was doing it I heard my host say
+ to the man, 'A five-pound note, mind, if you do it within the
+ quarter-of-an-hour.' 'Only half-minute time, then, my lord,' he answered.
+ The man who was tying my gloves said, 'Be steady; don't give him a chance
+ to knock you down.' It flashed across me in a moment now why I was there;
+ but it was too late to draw back; so we stood up and began sparring. I
+ played very steadily and light at first to see whether my suspicions were
+ well founded, and in two minutes I was satisfied. My opponent tried every
+ dodge to bring on a rally, and when he was foiled I could see that he was
+ shifting his glove. I stopped and insisted that his gloves should be tied,
+ and then we went on again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I kept on the defensive. The man was in bad training, and luckily I
+ had the advantage by an inch or so in length of arm. Before five minutes
+ was over, I had caught enough of the bystander's remarks to know that my
+ noble host had betted a pony that I should be knocked down in a
+ quarter-of-an-hour. My one object now was to make him lose his money. My
+ opponent did his utmost for his patron, and fairly winded himself in his
+ efforts to get at me. He had to call time twice himself. I said not a
+ word; my time would come I knew, if I could keep on my legs, and of this I
+ had little fear. I held myself together, made no attack, and my length of
+ arm gave me the advantage in every counter. It was all I could do, though,
+ to keep clear of his rushes as the time drew on. On he came time after
+ time, careless of guarding, and he was full as good a man as I. 'Time's
+ up; it's past the quarter.' 'No, by Jove half a minute yet; now's your
+ time, said my noble host to his man, who answered by a rush. I met him as
+ before with a steady counter, but this time my blow got home under his
+ chin, and he staggered, lost his footing, and went fairly over on his
+ back.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Most of the bystanders seemed delighted, and some of them hurried
+ towards me. But I tore off the gloves, flung them on the ground, and
+ turned to my host. I could hardly speak, but I made an effort, and said
+ quietly, 'You have brought a stranger to your rooms, and have tried to
+ make him fight for your amusement; now I tell you it is a blackguard act
+ of yours—an act which no gentleman would have done.' My noble host made no
+ remark. I threw on my waist-coat, and then turned to the rest and said '<i
+ >Gentlemen</i
+ >
+ would not have stood by and seen it done.' I went up to the side-board,
+ uncorked a bottle of champagne, and half filled a tumbler, before a word
+ was spoken. Then one of the visitors stepped forward and said, 'Mr. Hardy,
+ I hope you won't go, there has been a mistake; we did not know of this. I
+ am sure many of us are very sorry for what has occurred; stay and look on,
+ we will all of us spar.' I looked at him, and then at my host, to see
+ whether the latter joined in the apology. Not he, he was doing the
+ dignified sulky, and most of the rest seemed to me to be with him. 'Will
+ any of you spar with me?' I said, tauntingly, tossing off the champagne.
+ 'Certainly, the new speaker said directly, 'If you wish it, and are not
+ too tired, I will spar with you myself; you will, won't you, James?' and
+ he turned to one of the other men. If any of them had backed him by a word
+ I should probably have stayed; several of them, I learnt afterwards, would
+ have liked to have done so, but it was an awkward scene to interfere in. I
+ stopped a moment and then said, with a sneer, 'You're too small, and none
+ of the other gentlemen seem inclined to offer.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I saw that I had hurt him, and felt pleased at the moment I had
+ done so. I was now ready to start, and I could not think of anything more
+ unpleasant to say at the moment; so I went up to my antagonist, who was
+ standing with the gloves on still, not quite knowing what to be at, and
+ held out my hand. 'I can shake hands with you at any rate,' I said; 'you
+ only did what you were paid for in the regular way of business, and you
+ did your best.' He looked rather sheepish, but held out his gloved hand,
+ which I shook. 'Now, I have the honor to wish you all a very good
+ evening;' and so I left the place and got home to my own rooms, and sat
+ down there with several new ideas in my head. On the whole, the lesson was
+ not a very bitter one, for I felt that I had had the best of the game. The
+ only thing I really was sorry for was my own insolence to the man who had
+ come forward as a peacemaker. I had remarked his face before. I don't know
+ how it is with you, but I can never help looking at a tuft—the gold tassel
+ draws one's eye somehow; and then it's an awful position, after all, for
+ mere boys to be placed in. So I knew his face before that day, though I
+ had only seen him two or three times in the street. Now it was much more
+ clearly impressed on my mind; and I called it up and looked it over, half
+ hoping that I should detect something to justify me to myself, but without
+ success. However, I got the whole affair pretty well out of my head by
+ bedtime.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;While I was at breakfast the next morning, my scout came in with a
+ face of the most ludicrous importance, and quite a deferential manner. I
+ declare I don't think he has ever got back since that day to his original
+ free-and-easy swagger. He laid a card on my table, paused a moment, and
+ then said, 'His ludship is houtside watin', sir.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I had had enough of lords' cards; and the scene of yesterday rose
+ painfully before me as I threw the card into the fire without looking at
+ it, and said, 'Tell him I am engaged.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My scout, with something like a shudder at my audacity, replied,
+ 'His ludship told me to say, sir, as his bis'ness was very particular, so
+ hif you was engaged he would call again in 'arf an hour.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Tell him to come in, then, if he won't take a civil hint.' I felt
+ sure who it would be, but hardly knew whether to be pleased or annoyed,
+ when in another minute the door opened, and in walked the peacemaker. I
+ don't know which of us was the most embarrassed; he walked straight up to
+ me without lifting his eyes, and held out his hand saying, 'I hope, Mr.
+ Hardy, you will shake hands with me now.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Certainly, my lord,' I said, taking his hand; 'I am sorry for what
+ I said to you yesterday, when my blood was up.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'You said no more than we deserved,' he answered twirling his cap
+ by the long gold tassel; 'I could not be comfortable without coming to
+ assure you again myself, that neither I, nor, I believe, half the men in
+ Philippine's rooms yesterday, knew anything of the bet. I really cannot
+ tell you how annoyed I have been about it.'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I assured him that he might make himself quite easy, and then
+ remained standing, expecting him to go, and not knowing exactly what to
+ say further. But he begged me to go on with my breakfast, and sat down,
+ and then asked me to give him a cup of tea, as he had not breakfasted. So
+ in a few minutes we were sitting opposite one another over tea and bread
+ and butter, for he didn't ask for, and I didn't offer, anything else. It
+ was rather a trying meal, for each of us was doing all he could to make
+ out the other. I only hope I was as pleasant as he was. After breakfast he
+ went and I thought the acquaintance was probably at an end; he had done
+ all that a gentleman need have done, and had well-nigh healed a raw place
+ in my mental skin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I was mistaken. Without intruding himself on me, he managed
+ somehow or another to keep on building up the acquaintance little by
+ little. For some time I looked out very jealously for any patronizing
+ airs, and even after I was convinced, that he had nothing of the sort in
+ him, avoided him as much as I could, though he was the most pleasant and
+ best-informed man I knew. However, we became intimate, and I saw a good
+ deal of him in a quiet way, at his own rooms. I wouldn't go to his
+ parties, and asked him not to come to me here, for my horror of being
+ thought a tuft-hunter had become almost a disease. He was not so old as I,
+ but he was just leaving the University, for he had come up early, and
+ lord's sons are allowed to go out in two years;—I suppose because the
+ authorities think they will do less harm here in two than three years; but
+ it is sometimes hard on poor men, who have to earn their bread, to see
+ such a privilege given to those who want it least. When he left, he made
+ me promise to go and pay him a visit—which I did in the long vacation, at
+ a splendid place up in the North, and enjoyed myself more than I care to
+ own. His father, who is quite worthy of his son, and all his family, were
+ as kind as people could be.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, amongst other folks I met there a young sprig of nobility who
+ was coming up here the next term. He had been brought up abroad, and, I
+ suppose, knew very few men of his own age in England. He was not a bad
+ style of boy, but rather too demonstrative, and not strong-headed. He took
+ to me wonderfully, was delighted to hear that I was up at Oxford, and
+ talked constantly of how much we should see of one another. As it
+ happened, I was almost the first man he met when he got off the coach at
+ the 'Angel,' at the beginning of his first term. He almost embraced me,
+ and nothing would serve but I must dine with him at the inn, and we spent
+ the evening together, and parted dear friends. Two days afterwards we met
+ in the street; he was with two other youngsters, and gave me a polished
+ and distant bow; in another week he passed me as if we had never met.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't blame him, poor boy. My only wonder is, that any of them
+ ever get through this place without being thoroughly spoilt. From
+ Vice-Chancellor down to scout's boy, the whole of Oxford seems to be in
+ league to turn their boys heads, even if they come up with them set on
+ straight, which toadying servants at home take care shall never happen if
+ they can hinder it. The only men who would do them good up here, both dons
+ and undergraduates, keep out of their way, very naturally.
+ Gentlemen-commoners have a little better chance, though not much, and seem
+ to me to be worse than the tufts, and to furnish most of their toadies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you are tired of my railing? I daresay I am rabid about it
+ all. Only it does go to my heart to think what this place might be, and
+ what it is. I see I needn't give you any more of my experience.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'll understand now some of the things that have puzzled you
+ about me. Oh! I know they did; you needn't look apologetic. I don't
+ wonder, or blame you. I am a very queer bird for the perch I have lit on;
+ I know that as well as anybody. The only wonder is that you ever took the
+ trouble to try to lime me. Now have another glass of toddy. Why! it is
+ near twelve. I must have one pipe and turn in. No Aristophanes
+ to-night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0010"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER IX—&ldquo;A BROWN BAIT.&rdquo;</h2>
+ <p>
+ Tom's little exaltation in his own eyes consequent on the
+ cupboard-smashing escapade of his friend was not to last long. Not a week
+ had elapsed before he himself arrived suddenly in Hardy's room in as
+ furious a state of mind as the other had so lately been in, allowing for
+ the difference of the men. Hardy looked up from his books and exclaimed:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What's the matter? Where have you been to-night? You look fierce
+ enough to sit for a portrait of Sanguinoso Volcanoni, the bandit.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Been!&rdquo; said Tom, sitting down on the spare Windsor chair,
+ which he usually occupied, so hard as to make it crack again; &ldquo;been!
+ I've been to a wine party at Hendon's. Do you know any of that set?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, except Grey, who came into residence in the same term with me;
+ we have been reading for degree together. You must have seen him here
+ sometimes in the evenings.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I remember; the fellow with a stiff neck, who won't look you
+ in the face.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, but he is a sterling man at the bottom, I can tell you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, he wasn't there. You don't know any of the rest?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And never went to any of their parties?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You've had no loss, I can tell you,&rdquo; said Tom, pleased that
+ the ground was clear for him. &ldquo;I never was amongst such a set of
+ waspish, dogmatical, over-bearing fellows in my life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, what in the name of fortune have they been doing to you? How
+ did you fall among such Philistines?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm such an easy fool, you see,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I go off
+ directly with any fellow that asks me; fast or slow, it's all the same. I
+ never think twice about the matter, and generally, I like all the fellows
+ I meet, and enjoy everything. But just catch me at another of their
+ stuck-up wines, that's all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you won't tell me what's the matter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't know why Hendon should have asked me. He can't think
+ me a likely card for a convert, I should think. At any rate, he asked me
+ to wine, and I went as usual. Everything was in capital style (it don't
+ seem to be any part of their creed, mind you, to drink bad wine), and
+ awfully gentlemanly and decorous.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that's aggravating, I admit. It would have been in better
+ taste, of course, if they had been a little blackguard and indecorous. No
+ doubt, too, one has a right to expect bad wine at Oxford. Well?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy spoke so gravely, that Tom had to look across at him for half a
+ minute to see whether he was in earnest. Then he went on with a grin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There was a piano in one corner, and muslin curtains—I give you my
+ word, muslin curtains, besides the stuff ones.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't say so,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;put up, no doubt, to
+ insult you. No wonder you looked so furious when you came in. Anything
+ else?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let me see—yes—I counted three sorts of scents on the mantel-piece,
+ besides Eau-de-Cologne. But I could have stood it well enough if it hadn't
+ been for their talk. From one thing to another they got to cathedrals, and
+ one of them called St. Paul's 'a disgrace to a Christian city;' I couldn't
+ stand that, you know. I was always bred to respect St. Paul's; weren't
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My education in that line was neglected,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ gravely. &ldquo;And so you took up the cudgels for St. Paul's?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I plumped out that St. Paul's was the finest cathedral in
+ England. You'd have thought I had said that lying was one of the cardinal
+ virtues—one or two just treated me to a sort of pitying sneer, but my
+ neighbors were down upon me with a vengeance. I stuck to my text though,
+ and they drove me into saying I liked the Ratcliffe more than any building
+ in Oxford; which I don't believe I do, now I come to think of it. So when
+ they couldn't get me to budge for their talk, they took to telling me that
+ every body that knew anything about church architecture was against me—of
+ course meaning that I knew nothing about it—for the matter of that, I
+ don't mean to say that I do&rdquo;—Tom paused; it had suddenly occurred to
+ him that there might be some reason in the rough handling he had got.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But what did you say to the authorities?&rdquo; said Hardy, who was
+ greatly amused.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Said I didn't care a straw for them&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;there
+ was no right or wrong in the matter, and I had as good a right to my
+ opinion as Pugin—or whatever his name is—and the rest.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What heresy!&rdquo; said Hardy, laughing; &ldquo;you caught it for
+ that, I suppose?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Didn't I! They made such a noise over it, that the men at the other
+ end of the table stopped talking (they were all freshmen at our end), and
+ when they found what was up, one of the older ones took me in hand, and I
+ got a lecture about the middle ages, and the monks. I said I thought
+ England was well rid of the monks; and then we got on to Protestantism,
+ and fasting, and apostolic succession, and passive obedience, and I don't
+ know what all! I only know I was tired enough of it before the coffee
+ came; but I couldn't go, you know, with all of them on me at once, could
+ I?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course not; you were like the 6,000 unconquerable British
+ infantry at Albuera. You held your position by sheer fighting, suffering
+ fearful loss.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said Tom, laughing, for he had talked himself into
+ good humor again. &ldquo;I dare say I talked a deal of nonsense; and, when
+ I come to think it over, a good deal of what some of them said had
+ something in it. I should like to hear it again quietly; but there were
+ others sneering and giving themselves airs, and that puts a fellow's back
+ up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;a good many of the weakest and
+ vainest men who come up take to this sort of thing now. They can do
+ nothing themselves, and get a sort of platform by going in on the High
+ Church business from which to look down on their neighbors.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what I thought,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;they tried to
+ push mother Church, mother Church, down my throat at every turn; I'm as
+ fond of the Church as any of them, but I don't want to be jumping up on
+ her back every minute, like a sickly chicken getting on the old hen's back
+ to warm its feet whenever the ground is cold, and fancying himself taller
+ than all the rest of the brood.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You were unlucky,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;there are some very
+ fine fellows amongst them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I haven't seen much of them,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;and I
+ don't want to see any more, for it seems to be all Gothic mouldings and
+ man-millinery business.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You won't think so when you've been up a little longer.&rdquo; said
+ Hardy, getting up to make tea, which operation he had hardly commenced,
+ when a knock came at the door, and in answer to Hardy's &ldquo;Come
+ in,&rdquo; a slight, shy man appeared, who hesitated, and seemed inclined
+ to go when he saw that Hardy was not alone.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, come in, and have a cup of tea, Grey. You know Brown, I
+ think?&rdquo; said Hardy, looking round from the fire, where he was
+ filling his teapot, to watch Tom's reception of the new comer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Our hero took his feet down, drew himself up and made a solemn bow, which
+ Grey returned, and then slid nervously into a chair and looked very
+ uncomfortable. However, in another minute Hardy came to the rescue and
+ began pouring out the tea. He was evidently tickled at the idea of
+ confronting Tom so soon with another of his enemies. Tom saw this, and put
+ on a cool and majestic manner in consequence, which evidently increased
+ the discomfort of Grey's seat, and kept Hardy on the edge of an abyss of
+ laughter. In fact, he had to ease himself by talking of indifferent
+ matters and laughing at nothing. Tom had never seen him in this sort of
+ humor before, and couldn't help enjoying it, though he felt that it was
+ partly at his own expense. But when Hardy once just approached the subject
+ of the wine party, Tom bristled up so quickly, and Grey looked so meekly
+ wretched, though he knew nothing of what was coming, that Hardy suddenly
+ changed the subject, and turning to Grey, said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What have you been doing the last fortnight? You haven't been here
+ once. I've been obliged to get on with my Aristotle without you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very sorry indeed, but I haven't been able to come,&rdquo; said
+ Grey, looking sideways at Hardy, and then at Tom, who sat regarding the
+ wall, supremely indifferent.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I've finished my Ethics,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;can't you
+ come in to-morrow night to talk them over? I suppose you're through them
+ too?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, really,&rdquo; said Grey. &ldquo;I haven't been able to look at
+ them since the last time I was here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must take care,&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;The new examiners are
+ all for science and history; it won't do for you to go in trusting to your
+ scholarship.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope to make it up in the Easter vacation,&rdquo; said Grey.
+ &ldquo;You'll have enough to do then,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;but how is
+ it you've dropped astern so?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, the fact is,&rdquo; said Grey, hesitatingly, &ldquo;that the
+ curate of St. Peter's has set up some night schools, and wanted some help.
+ So I have been doing what I could to help him; and really,&rdquo; looking
+ at his watch, &ldquo;I must be going. I only wanted to tell you how it was
+ I didn't come now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy looked at Tom, who was rather taken aback by this announcement, and
+ began to look less haughtily at the wall. He even condescended to take a
+ short glance at his neighbor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's unlucky,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;but do you teach every
+ night?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Grey. &ldquo;I used to do my science and history
+ at night, you know; but I find that teaching takes so much out of me, that
+ I'm only fit for bed now, when I get back. I'm so glad I've told you. I
+ have wanted to do it for some time. And if you would let me come in for an
+ hour, directly after hall, instead of later, I think I could still manage
+ that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;come when you like. But it's
+ rather hard to take you away every night, so near the examinations.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is my own wish,&rdquo; said Grey. &ldquo;I should have been very
+ glad if it hadn't happened just now; but as it has I must do the best I
+ can.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but I should like to help you. Can't I take a night or two
+ off your hands?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No!&rdquo; said Tom, fired with sudden enthusiasm; &ldquo;it will
+ be as bad for you, Hardy. It can't want much scholarship to teach there.
+ Let me go. I'll take two nights a week if you'll let me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, thank you,&rdquo; said Grey; &ldquo;but I don't know how my
+ friend might like it. That is—I mean,&rdquo; he said, getting very red,
+ &ldquo;it's very kind of you, only I'm used to it; and—and they rely on
+ me. But I really must go—good night;&rdquo; and Grey went off in
+ confusion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As soon as the door had fairly closed, Hardy could stand it no longer, and
+ lay back in his chair laughing till the tears ran down his cheeks. Tom,
+ wholly unable to appreciate the joke, sat looking at him with perfect
+ gravity.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What can there be in your look, Brown?&rdquo; said Hardy, when he
+ could speak again, &ldquo;to frighten Grey so? Did you see what a fright
+ he was in at once, at the idea of turning you into the night schools?
+ There must be some lurking Protestantism in your face somewhere, which I
+ hadn't detected.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't believe he was frightened at me a bit. He wouldn't have you
+ either, remember,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, at any rate, that doesn't look as if it were all mere
+ Gothic-mouldings and man-millinery, does it?&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom sipped his tea, and considered.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;One can't help admiring him, do you know, for it,&rdquo; he said.
+ &ldquo;Do you think he is really thrown back, now, in his own reading by
+ this teaching?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure of it. He is such a quiet fellow, that nothing else is
+ likely to draw him off reading; I can see that he doesn't get on as he
+ used, day by day. Unless he makes it up somehow, he won't get his
+ first.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He don't seem to like the teaching work much,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not at all, so far as I can see.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then it is a very fine thing of him,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you retract your man-millinery dictum, so far as he is
+ concerned?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that I do, heartily; but not as to the set in general.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, they don't suit me either; but, on the whole, they are
+ wanted—at any rate, in this college. Even the worst of them is making some
+ sort of protest for self-denial, and against self-indulgence, which is
+ nowhere more needed than here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A nice sort of protest—muslin curtains, a piano, and old
+ claret.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you've no right to count Henden among them; he has only a
+ little hankering after mediaevalism, and thinks the whole thing
+ gentlemanly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I only know the whole clamjamfery of them were there, and didn't
+ seem to protest much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Brown, you're a bigot. I should never have thought you would have
+ been so furious against any set of fellows, I begin to smell
+ Arnold.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No you don't. He never spoke to me against anybody.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hallo! It was the Rugby atmosphere, then, I suppose. But I tell you
+ they are the only men in the college who are making that protest, whatever
+ their motives may be.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What do you say to yourself, old fellow?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nonsense! I never deny myself any pleasure that I can afford, if it
+ isn't wrong in itself, and doesn't hinder anyone else. I can tell you I am
+ as fond of fine things and good living as you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If a thing isn't wrong, and you can afford it, and it doesn't hurt
+ anybody! Just so; well, then, mustn't it be right for you to have? You
+ wouldn't have it put under your nose, I suppose, just for you to smell at,
+ and let it alone?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I know all that. I've been over it often enough, and there's
+ truth in it. But, mind you, it's rather slippery ground, especially for a
+ freshman; and there's a good deal to be said on the other side—I mean, for
+ denying oneself just for the sake of the self denial.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, they don't deny themselves the pleasure of looking at a
+ fellow as if he were a Turk, because he likes St. Paul's better than
+ Westminster Abbey.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How that snubbing you got at the Ecclesiological wine party seems
+ to rankle.—There now! don't bristle up like a hedgehog. I'll never mention
+ that unfortunate wine again. I saw the eight come in to-day. You were
+ keeping much better time, but there is a weak place or two forward.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Tom, delighted to change the subject, &ldquo;I
+ find it awfully hard to pull up to Jervis's stroke. Do you think I shall
+ ever get to it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course you will. Why you have only been pulling behind him a
+ dozen times or so, and his is the most trying stroke on the river. You
+ quicken a little on it; but I didn't mean you. Two and five are the blots
+ in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You think so?&rdquo; said Tom, much relieved. &ldquo;So does
+ Miller, I can see. It's so provoking—Drysdale is to pull two in the races
+ next term, and Blake seven, and then Diogenes will go to five. He's
+ obliged to pull seven now, because Blake won't come down this term; no
+ more will Drysdale. They say there will be plenty of time after
+ Easter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It's a great pity,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't it,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;and it makes Miller so savage. He
+ walks into us all as if it were our faults. Do you think he's a good
+ coxswain?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;First rate on most points, but rather too sharp tongued. You can't
+ get a man's best out of him without a little praise.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that's just it, he puts one's back up,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ &ldquo;But the Captain is a splendid fellow, isn't he?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but a little too easy, at least with men like Blake and
+ Drysdale. He ought to make them train, or turn them out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But who could he get? There's nobody else. If you would pull,
+ now—why shouldn't you? I'm sure it would make us all right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't subscribe to the club,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I wish I
+ had, for I should have liked to have pulled with you, and behind Jervis
+ this year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do let me tell the Captain,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I'm sure he'd
+ manage it somehow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm afraid it's too late,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I cut myself
+ off from everything of the sort two years ago, and I'm beginning to think
+ I was a fool for my pains.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Nothing more was said on the subject at the time, but Tom went away in
+ great spirits at having drawn this confession out of Hardy—the more so,
+ perhaps, because he flattered himself that he had something to say to the
+ change in his friend.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0011"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER X—SUMMER TERM</h2>
+ <p>
+ How many spots in life are there which will bear comparison with the
+ beginning of our second term at the University? So far as external
+ circumstances are concerned, it seems hard to know what a man could find
+ to ask for at that period of his life, if a fairy godmother were to alight
+ in his rooms and offer him the usual three wishes. The sailor who had
+ asked for &ldquo;all the grog in the world,&rdquo; and &ldquo;all the
+ baccy in the world,&rdquo; was indeed driven to &ldquo;a little more
+ baccy&rdquo; as his third requisition; but, at any rate his two first
+ requisitions were to some extent grounded on what he held to be
+ substantial wants; he felt himself actually limited in the matters of grog
+ and tobacco. The condition which Jack would have been in as a wisher, if
+ he had been started on his quest with the assurance that his utmost
+ desires in the direction of alcohol and narcotic were already provided
+ for, and must be left out of the question, is the only one affording a
+ pretty exact parallel to the case we are considering. In our second term
+ we are no longer freshmen, and begin to feel ourselves at home, while both
+ &ldquo;smalls&rdquo; and &ldquo;greats&rdquo; are sufficiently distant to
+ be altogether ignored if we are that way inclined, or to be looked forward
+ to with confidence that the game is in our own hands if we are reading
+ men. Our financial position—unless we have exercised rare ingenuity in
+ involving ourselves—is all that heart can desire; we have ample allowances
+ paid in quarterly to the University bankers without thought or trouble of
+ ours, and our credit is at its zenith. It is a part of our recognized duty
+ to repay the hospitality we have received as freshmen; and all men will be
+ sure to come to our first parties to see how we do the thing; it will be
+ our own faults if we do not keep them in future. We have not had time to
+ injure our characters to any material extent with the authorities of our
+ own college, or of the University. Our spirits are never likely to be
+ higher, or our digestions better. These and many other comforts and
+ advantages environ the fortunate youth returning to Oxford after his first
+ vacation; thrice fortunate, however, if, as happened in our hero's case,
+ it is Easter term to which he is returning; for that Easter term, with the
+ four days' vacation, and the little Trinity term at the end of it, is
+ surely the cream of the Oxford year. Then, even in this our stern northern
+ climate, the sun is beginning to have power, the days have lengthened out,
+ great-coats are unnecessary at morning chapel, and the miseries of numbed
+ hands and shivering skins no longer accompany every pull on the river and
+ canter on Bullingdon. In Christ Church meadows and the college gardens the
+ birds are making sweet music in the tall elms. You may almost hear the
+ thick grass growing, and the buds on tree and shrub are changing from
+ brown, red, or purple, to emerald green under your eyes; the glorious old
+ city is putting on her best looks, and bursting into laughter and song. In
+ a few weeks the races begin, and Cowley marsh will be alive with white
+ tents and joyous cricketers. A quick ear, on the towing-path by the Gut,
+ may feast at one time on those three sweet sounds, the thud thud of the
+ eight-oar, the crack of the rifles at the Weirs, and the click of the bat
+ on the Magdalen ground. And then Commemoration rises in the background,
+ with its clouds of fair visitors, and visions of excursions to Woodstock
+ and Nuneham in the summer days—of windows open on to the old quadrangles
+ in the long still evenings, through which silver laughter and strains of
+ sweet music, not made by man, steal out and puzzle the old celibate
+ jackdaws, peering down from the battlements, with heads on one side. To
+ crown all, long vacation, beginning with the run to Henley regatta, or up
+ to town to see the match with Cambridge at Lord's and taste some of the
+ sweets of the season, before starting on some pleasure tour or reading
+ party, or dropping back into the quiet pleasures of English country life!
+ Surely, the lot of young Englishmen who frequent our universities is cast
+ in pleasant places. The country has a right to expect something from those
+ for whom she finds such a life as this in the years when enjoyment is
+ keenest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was certainly alive to the advantages of the situation, and entered on
+ his kingdom without any kind of scruple. He was very glad to find things
+ so pleasant, and quite resolved to make the best he could of them. Then he
+ was in a particularly good humour with himself, for in deference to the
+ advice of Hardy, he had actually fixed on the books which he should send
+ in for his little-go examination before going down for the Easter
+ vacation, and had read them through at home, devoting an hour or two
+ almost daily to this laudable occupation. So he felt himself entitled to
+ take things easily on his return. He had brought back with him two large
+ hampers of good sound wine, a gift from his father, who had a horror of
+ letting his son set before his friends the fire-water which is generally
+ sold to the undergraduate. Tom found that his father's notions of the rate
+ of consumption prevalent in the university were wild in the extreme.
+ &ldquo;In his time,&rdquo; the squire said, &ldquo;eleven men came to his
+ first wine party, and he had opened nineteen bottles of port for them. He
+ was very glad to hear that the habits of the place had changed so much for
+ the better; and as Tom wouldn't want nearly so much wine, he should have
+ it out of an older bin.&rdquo; Accordingly, the port which Tom employed
+ the first hour after his return in stacking carefully away in his cellar,
+ had been more than twelve years in bottle, and he thought with unmixed
+ satisfaction of the pleasing effect it would have on Jervis and Miller,
+ and the one or two other men who knew good wine from bad, and guided
+ public opinion on the subject, and of the social importance which he would
+ soon attain from the reputation of giving good wine.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The idea of entertaining, of being hospitable, is a pleasant and
+ fascinating one to most young men; but the act soon gets to be a bore to
+ all but a few curiously constituted individuals. With these hospitality
+ becomes first a passion and then a faith—a faith the practice of which, in
+ the cases of some of its professors, reminds one strongly of the hints on
+ such subjects scattered about the New Testament. Most of us feel, when our
+ friends leave us a certain sort of satisfaction, not unlike that of paying
+ a bill; they have been done for, and can't expect anything more for a long
+ time. Such thoughts never occur to your really hospitable man. Long years
+ of narrow means cannot hinder him from keeping open house for whoever
+ wants to come to him, and setting the best of everything before all
+ comers. He has no notion of giving you anything but the best he can
+ command if it be only fresh porter from the nearest mews. He asks himself
+ not, &ldquo;Ought I to invite A or B? do I owe him anything?&rdquo; but,
+ &ldquo;Would A or B like to come here?&rdquo; Give me these men's houses
+ for real enjoyment, though you never get anything very choice there,—(how
+ can a man produce old wine who gives his oldest every day?)—seldom much
+ elbow room or orderly arrangement. The high arts of gastronomy and
+ scientific drinking so much valued in our highly civilized community, are
+ wholly unheeded by him, are altogether above him, are cultivated in fact
+ by quite another set who have very little of the genuine spirit of
+ hospitality in them, from those tables, should one by chance happen upon
+ them, one senses, certainly with a feeling of satisfaction and expansion,
+ chiefly physical, but entirely without the expansion of heart which one
+ gets at the scramble of the hospitable man. So that we are driven to
+ remark, even in such everyday matters as these, but it is the invisible,
+ the spiritual, which after all gives value and reality even to dinners;
+ and, with Solomon, to prefer the most touching <i>diner Russe</i>, the
+ dinner of herbs where love is, though I trust that neither we nor Solomon
+ should object to well-dressed cutlets with our salad, if they happened to
+ be going.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Readers will scarcely need to be told that one of the first things Tom
+ did, after depositing his luggage and unpacking his wine, was to call at
+ Hardy's rooms, where he found his friend deep as usual in his books, the
+ hard-worked atlases and dictionaries of all sorts taking up more space
+ than ever. After the first hearty greeting, Tom occupied his old place
+ with much satisfaction.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How long have you been up, old fellow?&rdquo; he began; &ldquo;you
+ look quite settled.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I only went home for a week. Well, what have you been doing in the
+ vacation?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, there was nothing much going on; so, amongst other things, I've
+ nearly floored my little-go work.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bravo! you'll find the comfort of it now. I hardly thought you
+ would take to the grind so easily.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's pleasant enough for a spurt,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but I
+ shall never manage a horrid perpetual grind like yours. But what in the
+ world have you been doing to your walls?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom might well ask, for the corners of Hardy's room were covered with
+ sheets of paper of different sizes, pasted against the wall in groups. In
+ the line of sight, from about the height of four to six feet, there was
+ scarcely an inch of the original paper visible, and round each centre
+ group there were outlying patches and streamers, stretching towards floor
+ or ceiling, or away nearly to the bookcases or fireplace.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, don't you think it is a great improvement on the old
+ paper?&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;I shall be out of rooms next term, and it
+ will be a hint to the College that the rooms want papering. You're no
+ judge of such matters, or I should ask you whether you don't see great
+ artistic taste in the arrangement.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, they're nothing but maps, and lists of names and dates,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, who had got up to examine the decorations. &ldquo;And what in
+ the world are all these queer pins for?&rdquo; he went on, pulling a
+ strong pin with a large red sealing-wax head out of the map nearest to
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo! take care there, what are you about?&rdquo; shouted Hardy,
+ getting up and hastening to the corner. &ldquo;Why, you irreverent beggar,
+ those pins are the famous statesmen and warriors of Greece and
+ Rome.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I beg your pardon; I didn't know I was in such august
+ company;&rdquo; saying which, Tom proceeded to stick the red-headed pin
+ back in the wall.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, just look at that,&rdquo; said Hardy, taking the pin out from
+ the place where Tom had stuck it. &ldquo;Pretty doings there would be
+ amongst them with your management. This pin is Brasidas; you've taken him
+ away from Naupactus, where he was watching the eleven Athenian galleys
+ anchored under the temple of Apollo, and struck him down right in the
+ middle of the Pnyx, where he will be instantly torn in pieces by a
+ ruthless and reckless mob. You call yourself a Tory indeed! However, 'twas
+ always the same with you Tories; calculating, cruel, and jealous. Use your
+ leaders up, and throw them over—that's the golden rule of
+ aristocracies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang Brasidas,&rdquo; said Tom, laughing; &ldquo;stick him back at
+ Naupactus again. Here, which is Cleon? The scoundrel! give me hold of him,
+ and I'll put him in a hot berth.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's he, with the yellow head. Let him alone, I tell you, or all
+ will be hopeless confusion when Grey comes for his lecture. We're only in
+ the third year of the war.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I like your chaff about Tories sacrificing their great men,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, putting his hands in his pockets to avoid temptation. &ldquo;How
+ about your precious democracy, old fellow? Which is Socrates?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here, the dear old boy!—this pin with the great grey head, in the
+ middle of Athens, you see. I pride myself on my Athens. Here's the Piraeus
+ and the long walls, and the hill of Mars. Isn't it as good as a
+ picture?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it is better than most maps, I think,&rdquo; said Tom;
+ &ldquo;but you're not going to slip out so easily. I want to know whether
+ your pet democracy did or did not murder Socrates.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm not bound to defend democracies. But look at my pins. It may be
+ the natural fondness of a parent, but I declare they seem to me to have a
+ great deal of character, considering the material. You'll guess them at
+ once, I'm sure, if you mark the color and shape of the wax. This one now,
+ for instance, who is he?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Alcibiades,&rdquo; answered Tom, doubtfully.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Alcibiades!&rdquo; shouted Hardy; &ldquo;you fresh from Rugby, and
+ not know your Thucydides better than that? There's Alcibiades, that little
+ purple-headed, foppish pin, by Socrates. This rusty-colored one is that
+ respectable old stick-in-the-mud, Nicias.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but you've made Alcibiades nearly the smallest of the whole
+ lot,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So he was, to my mind,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;just the sort of
+ insolent young ruffian whom I should have liked to buy at my price, and
+ sell at his own. He must have been very like some of our
+ gentlemen-commoners, with the addition of brains.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should really think, though,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;It must be a
+ capital plan for making you remember the history.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is, I flatter myself. I've long had the idea, but I should never
+ have worked it out and found the value of it but for Grey. I invented it
+ to coach him in his history. You see we are in the Grecian corner. Over
+ there is the Roman. You'll find Livy and Tacitus worked out there, just as
+ Herodotus and Thucydides are here; and the pins are stuck for the Second
+ Punic War, where we are just now. I shouldn't wonder if Grey got his
+ first, after all, he's picking up so quick in my corners; and says he
+ never forgets any set of events when he has picked them out with the
+ pins.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Is he working at that school still?&rdquo; asked Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, as hard as ever. He didn't go down for the vacation, and I
+ really believe it was because the curate told him the school would go
+ wrong if he went away.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's very plucky of him, but I do think he's a great fool not to
+ knock it off now till he has passed, don't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;he is getting more good there than he
+ can ever get in the schools, though I hope he'll do well in them
+ too.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I hope so; for he deserves it. And now, Hardy, to change the
+ subject, I am going to give my first wine next Thursday; and here's the
+ first card which has gone out for it. You'll promise me to come now, won't
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a hurry you're in.&rdquo; said Hardy, taking the card which he
+ put on his mantel-piece, after examining it.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you'll promise to come, now?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm very hard at work; I can't be sure.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You needn't stay above half an hour. I've brought back some famous
+ wine from the governor's cellar; and I want so to get you and Jervis
+ together. He is sure to come.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, that's the bell for chapel beginning already,&rdquo; said
+ Hardy; &ldquo;I had no notion it was so late. I must be off, to put the
+ new servitor up to his work. Will you come in after hall?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes if you will come to me next Thursday.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We'll talk about it. But mind you come to-night; for you'll find me
+ working Grey in the Punic wars, and you'll see how the pins act. I'm very
+ proud of my show.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so Hardy went off to chapel, and Tom to Drysdale's rooms, not at all
+ satisfied that he had made Hardy safe. He found Drysdale lolling on his
+ sofa, as usual, and fondling Jack. He had just arrived, and his servant
+ and the scout were unpacking his portmanteaus. He seemed pleased to see
+ Tom, but looked languid and used up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where have you been this vacation?&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;you look
+ seedy.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You may say that,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;Here, Henry, get out
+ a bottle of Schiedam. Have a taste of bitters? there's nothing like it to
+ set one's digestion right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank'ee,&rdquo; said Tom, rejecting the glass which Henry
+ proffered him; &ldquo;my appetite don't want improving.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're lucky, then,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;Ah, that's the
+ right stuff! I feel better already.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But where have you been?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, in the little village. It's no use being in the country at this
+ time of year. I just went up to Limmer's, and there I stuck, with two or
+ three more, till to-day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't stand London for more than a week,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ &ldquo;What did you do all the day?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We hadn't much to say to day-light&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ &ldquo;What with theatres, and sparing-cribs and the Coal-hole and
+ Cider-cellars, and a little play in St. James's Street now and then, one
+ wasn't up to early rising. However, I was better than the rest, for I had
+ generally breakfasted by two o'clock.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No wonder you look seedy. You'd much better have been in the
+ country.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should have been more in pocket, at any rate,&rdquo; said
+ Drysdale. &ldquo;By Jove, how it runs away with the ready! I'm fairly
+ cleaned out; and if I haven't luck at Van John, I'll be hanged if I know
+ how I'm to get through term. But, look here, here's a bundle of the newest
+ songs—first rate, some of them.&rdquo; And he threw some papers across to
+ Tom, who glanced at them without being at all edified.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're going to pull regularly, I hope, this term, Drysdale.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think so; it's cheap amusement, and I want a little training
+ for a change.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That's all right.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've brought down some dresses for our gipsy business, by the way.
+ I didn't forget that. Is Blake back?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but we shan't have time
+ before the races.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well afterwards will do; though the days oughtn't to be too long.
+ I'm all for a little darkness in masquerading.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's five o'clock striking. Are you going to dine in
+ hall?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; I shall go to the Mitre, and get a broil.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I'm off. Let's see,—will you come and wine with me next
+ Thursday?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; only send us a card, 'to remind.'&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right!&rdquo; said Tom, and went off to hall, feeling
+ dissatisfied and uncomfortable about his fast friend, for whom he had a
+ sincere regard.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After hall, Tom made a short round amongst his acquaintance, and then,
+ giving himself up to the strongest attraction, returned to Hardy's rooms,
+ comforting himself with the thought that it really must be an act of
+ Christian charity to take such a terrible reader off his books for once in
+ a way, when his conscience pricked him for intruding on Hardy during his
+ hours of work. He found Grey there, who was getting up his Roman history,
+ under Hardy's guidance; and the two were working the pins on the maps and
+ lists in the Roman corner when Tom arrived. He begged them not to stop,
+ and very soon was as much interested in what they were doing as if he also
+ were going into the schools in May; for Hardy had a way of throwing life
+ into what he was talking about, and, like many men with strong opinions,
+ and passionate natures, either carried his hearers off their legs and away
+ with him altogether, or aroused every spark of combativeness in them. The
+ latter was the effect which his lecture on the Punic Wars had on Tom. He
+ made several protests as Hardy went on; but Grey's anxious looks kept him
+ from going fairly into action, till Hardy stuck the black pin, which
+ represented Scipio, triumphantly in the middle of Carthage, and, turning
+ round said, &ldquo;And now for some tea, Grey, before you have to turn
+ out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom opened fire while the tea was brewing.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You couldn't say anything bad enough about aristocracies this
+ morning, Hardy, and now to-night you are crowing over the success of the
+ heaviest and cruelest oligarchy that ever lived, and praising them up to
+ the skies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo! here's a breeze!&rdquo; said Hardy, smiling; &ldquo;but I
+ rejoice, O Brown, in that they thrashed the Carthaginians, and not, as you
+ seem to think, in that they being aristocrats, thrashed the Carthaginians;
+ for oligarchs they were not at this time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;At any rate they answer to the Spartans in the struggle, and the
+ Carthaginians to the Athenians; and yet all your sympathies are with the
+ Romans to-night in the Punic Wars, though they were with the Athenians
+ before dinner.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I deny your position. The Carthaginians were nothing but a great
+ trading aristocracy—with a glorious family or two I grant you, like that
+ of Hannibal; but, on the whole, a dirty, bargain-driving,
+ buy-cheap-and-sell-dear aristocracy—of whom the world was well rid. They
+ like the Athenians indeed! Why, just look what the two people have left
+ behind them-&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; interrupted Tom; &ldquo;but we only know the
+ Carthaginians through the reports of their destroyers. Your heroes
+ trampled them out with hoofs of iron.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you think the Roman hoof could have trampled out their Homer if
+ they ever had one?&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;The Romans conquered Greece
+ too, remember.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But Greece was never so near beating them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;True. But I hold to my point. Carthage was the mother of all
+ hucksters, compassing sea and land to sell her wares.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And no bad line of life for a nation. At least Englishmen ought to
+ think so.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No they ought not; at least if <i>'Punica fides''</i> is to be the
+ rule of trade. Selling any amount of Brummagem wares never did nation or
+ man much good, and never will. Eh, Grey?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey winced at being appealed to, but remarked that he hoped the Church
+ would yet be able to save England from the fate of Tyre or Carthage, the
+ great trading nations of the old world; and then, swallowing his tea, and
+ looking as if he had been caught robbing a henroost, he made a sudden
+ exit, and hurried away out of college to the night school.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a pity he is so odd and shy,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I should
+ so like to know more of him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It <i>is</i> a pity. He is much better when he is alone with me. I
+ think he has heard from some of the set that you are a furious Protestant,
+ and sees an immense amount of stiff-neckedness in you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But about England and Carthage,&rdquo; said Tom, shirking the
+ subject of his own peculiarities; &ldquo;you don't really think us like
+ them? It gave me a turn to hear you translating '<i>Punica fides</i>' into
+ Brummagem wares just now.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think that successful trade is our rock ahead. The devil who
+ holds new markets and twenty per cent profits in his gift is the devil
+ that England has most to fear from. 'Because of unrighteous dealings, and
+ riches gotten by deceit the kingdom is translated from one people to
+ another,' said the wise man. Think of that opium war the other day. I
+ don't believe we can get over many more such businesses as that. Grey
+ falls back on the Church, you see, to save the nation; but the Church he
+ dreams of will never do it. Is there any that can? There <i>must</i> be
+ surely, or we have believed a lie. But this work of making trade
+ righteous, of Christianizing trade, looks like the very hardest the Gospel
+ has ever had to take in hand—in England at any rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy spoke slowly and doubtfully, and paused as if asking for Tom's
+ opinion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I never heard it put in that way. I know very little of politics or
+ the state of England. But come, now; the putting down the slave-trade and
+ compensating our planters, <i>that</i> shows that we are not sold to the
+ trade devil yet, surely.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't think we are. No, thank God, there are plenty of signs that
+ we are likely to make a good fight of it yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They talked together for another hour, drawing their chairs round to the
+ fire, and looking dreamingly into the embers, as is the wont of men who
+ are throwing out suggestions, and helping one another to think, rather
+ than arguing. At the end of that time, Tom left Hardy to his books, and
+ went away laden with several new ideas, one of the clearest of which was
+ that he was awfully ignorant of the contemporary history of his own
+ country, and that it was the thing of all others which he ought to be best
+ informed on, and thinking most about. So, being of an impetuous turn of
+ mind, he went straight to his rooms to commence his new study, where,
+ after diligent hunting, the only food of the kind he required which turned
+ up was the last number of <i>Bell's Life</i> from the pocket of his great
+ coat. Upon this he fell to work, in default of anything better, and was
+ soon deep in the P. R. column, which was full of interesting speculations
+ as to the chances of Bungaree, in his forthcoming campaign against the
+ British middleweights. By the time he had skimmed through the well-known
+ sheets, he was satisfied that the columns of his old acquaintance were not
+ the place, except in the police reports, where much could be learnt about
+ the present state or future prospects of England. Then, the first evening
+ of term being a restless place, he wandered out again, and before long
+ landed, as his custom was, at Drysdale's door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On entering the room he found Drysdale and Blake alone together, the
+ former looking more serious than Tom had ever seen him before. As for
+ Blake, the restless, haggard expression sat more heavily than ever on his
+ face, sadly marring its beauty. It was clear that they changed the subject
+ of their talk abruptly on his entrance; so Tom looked anywhere except
+ straight before him as he was greeting Blake. He really felt very sorry
+ for him at the moment. However, in another five minutes, he was in fits of
+ laughter over Blake's description of the conversation between himself and
+ the coachman who had driven the Glo'ster day-mail by which he had come up;
+ in which conversation, nevertheless, when Tom came to think it over, and
+ try to repeat it afterwards, the most facetious parts seemed to be the
+ &ldquo;sez he's&rdquo; and the &ldquo;sez I's&rdquo; with which Jehu
+ larded his stories; so he gave up the attempt, wondering what he could
+ have found in it to laugh at.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By the way, Blake,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;how about our
+ excursion into Berkshire masquerading this term? Are you game?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not exactly,&rdquo; said Blake; &ldquo;I really must make the most
+ of such time as I have left, if I'm going into the schools this
+ term.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If there's one thing which spoils Oxford it is those
+ schools,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;they get in the way of everything. I
+ ought to be going up for smalls myself next term, and I haven't opened a
+ book yet, and don't mean to do so. Follow a good example, old fellow,
+ you're cock-sure of your first, everybody knows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish everybody would back his opinion, and give me a shade of
+ odds. Why, I have scarcely thought of my history.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why the d—-l should they make such a fuss about history? One knows
+ perfectly well that those old black-guard heathens were no better than
+ they should be; and what good it can do to lumber one's head with who
+ their grandmothers were, and what they ate, and when and where and why
+ they had their stupid brains knocked out, I can't see for the life of
+ me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Excellently well put. Where did you pick up such sound views,
+ Drysdale? But you're not examiner yet; and, on the whole, I must rub up my
+ history somehow. I wish I knew how to do it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Can't you put on a coach?&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I have one on, but history is my weak point, said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think I can help you,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I've just been
+ hearing a lecture in Roman history, and one that won't be so easy to
+ forget as most;&rdquo; and he went on to explain Hardy's plans, to which
+ Blake listened eagerly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Capital!&rdquo; he said, when Tom had finished. &ldquo;In whose
+ rooms did you say they are?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;In Hardy's, and he works at them every night with Grey.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's the queer big servitor, his particular pal,&rdquo; put in
+ Drysdale; &ldquo;there's no accounting for tastes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't know him,&rdquo; retorted Tom; &ldquo;and the less you
+ say about him the better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I know he wears highlows and short flannels, and-&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Would you mind asking Hardy to let me come to his lectures?&rdquo;
+ interrupted Blake, averting the strong language which was rising to Tom's
+ lips. &ldquo;I think they seem just the things I want. I shouldn't like to
+ offer to pay him, unless you think-&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm quite sure,&rdquo; interrupted Tom, &ldquo;that he won't take
+ anything. I will ask him to-morrow whether he will let you come, and he is
+ such a kind good fellow that I'm almost sure he will.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like to know your pal, too, Brown,&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;you must introduce me, with Blake.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I'll be hanged if I do,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I shall introduce myself,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;see if
+ I don't sit next him, now, at your wine on Thursday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here Drysdale's scout entered with two notes, and wished to know if Mr.
+ Drysdale would require anything more. Nothing but hot water; he could put
+ the kettle on, Drysdale said, and go; and while the scout was fulfilling
+ his orders, he got up carelessly, whistling, and walking to the fire, read
+ the notes by the light of one of the candles which were burning on the
+ mantle-piece. Blake was watching him eagerly, and Tom saw this, and made
+ some awkward efforts to go on talking about the advantages of Hardy's plan
+ for learning history. But he was talking to deaf ears, and soon came to a
+ stand still. He saw Drysdale crumple up the notes in his hand and shove
+ them into his pocket. After standing for a few seconds in the same
+ position, with his back to them, he turned around with a careless air, and
+ sauntered to the table where they were sitting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let's see, what were we saying?&rdquo; he began. &ldquo;Oh, about
+ your eccentric pal, Brown.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You've answers from both?&rdquo; interrupted Blake. Drysdale
+ nodded, and was beginning to speak again to Tom when Blake got up and
+ said, with white lips, &ldquo;I <i>must</i> see them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, never mind, what does it matter?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Matter! by heaven, I must and will see them now.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom saw at once that he had better go, and so took up his cap, wished them
+ good night, and went off to his own rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He might have been sitting there for about twenty minutes, when Drysdale
+ entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I couldn't help coming over, Brown,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I must
+ talk to some one, and Blake has gone off raging. I don't know what he'll
+ do—I never was so bothered or savage in my life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very sorry,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;he looked very bad in your
+ rooms. Can I do anything?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, but I must talk to some one. You know—no you don't, by the
+ way—but, however, Blake got me out of a tremendous scrape in my first
+ term, and there's nothing that I am not bound to do for him, and wouldn't
+ do if I could. Yes, by George, whatever fellows say of me they shall never
+ say I didn't stand by a man who stood by me. Well, he owes a dirty 300L.
+ or 400L. or something of the sort—nothing worth talking of, I know—to
+ people in Oxford, and they have been leading him a dog's life this year
+ and more. Now, he's just going up for his degree, and two or three of
+ these creditors—the most rascally of course—are sueing him in the
+ Vice-Chancellor's Court, thinking now's the time to put the screw on. He
+ will be ruined if they are not stopped somehow. Just after I saw you
+ to-day, he came to me about it. You never saw a fellow in such a state; I
+ could see it was tearing him to pieces, telling it to me even. However, I
+ soon set him at ease as far as I was concerned; but, as the devil will
+ have it, I can't lend him the money, though 60L. would get him over the
+ examination, and then he can make terms. My guardian advanced me 200L.
+ beyond my allowance just before Easter, and I haven't 20L. left, and the
+ bank here has given me notice not to overdraw any more. However, I thought
+ to settle it easy enough; so I told him to meet me at the Mitre in half an
+ hour for dinner, and when he was gone I sat down and wrote two notes—the
+ first to St. Cloud. That fellow was with us off and on in town, and one
+ night he and I went partners at <i>roulette</i>, I finding ready-money for
+ the time, gains and losses to be equally shared in the end. I left the
+ table to go and eat some supper, and he lost 80L., and paid it out of my
+ money. I didn't much care, and he cursed the luck and acknowledged that he
+ owed me 40L. at the time. Well, I just reminded him of this 40L. and said
+ I should be glad of it (I know he has plenty of money just now), but
+ added, that it might stand if he would join me and Blake in borrowing
+ 60L.; I was fool enough to add that Blake was in difficulties, and I was
+ most anxious to help him. As I thought that St. Cloud would probably pay
+ the 40L. but do no more, I wrote also to Chanter—heaven knows why, except
+ that the beast rolls in money, and has fawned on me till I've been nearly
+ sick this year past—and asked him to lend Blake 50L. on our joint note of
+ hand. Poor Blake! when I told him what I had done at the Mitre, I think I
+ might as well have stuck the carving knife into him. We had a wretched two
+ hours; then you came in, and I got my two answers—here they are.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom took the proffered notes, and read:</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR DRYSDALE,—Please explain the allusion in yours to some
+ mysterious 40L. I remember perfectly the occurrence to which you refer in
+ another part of your note. You were tired of sitting at the table, and
+ went off to supper, leaving me (not by my own desire) to play for you with
+ your money. I did so, and had abominable luck, as you will remember, for I
+ handed you back a sadly dwindled heap on your return to the table. I hope
+ you are in no row about that night? I shall be quite ready to give
+ evidence of what passed if it will help you in any way. I am always yours
+ very truly,
+ </p>
+ <h3>A. ST. CLOUD</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P. S. I must decline the little joint operation for Blake's
+ benefit, which you propose.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>The second answer ran:</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR DRYSDALE,—I am sorry that I cannot accommodate Mr. Blake, as a
+ friend of yours, but you see his acceptance is mere waste paper, and you
+ cannot give security until you are of age, so if you were to die the money
+ would be lost. Mr. Blake has always carried his head as high as if he had
+ 5000l. a year to spend; perhaps now he will turn less haughty to men who
+ could buy him up easy enough.
+ </p>
+ <p>I remain yours sincerely,</p>
+ <h3>JABEZ CHANTER.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>
+ Tom looked up and met Drysdale's eyes, which had more of purpose in them
+ than he had ever seen before. &ldquo;Fancy poor Blake reading those two
+ notes,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and 'twas I brought them on him. However, he
+ shall have the money somehow to-morrow, if I pawn my watch. I'll be even
+ with those two some day.&rdquo; The two remained in conference for some
+ time longer; it is hardly worth while to do more than relate the result.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At three o'clock the next day, Blake, Drysdale and Tom were in the back
+ parlor of a second-rate inn, in the Corn-market. On the table were pens
+ and ink, some cases of Eau-de-Cologne and jewelry, and behind it a fat man
+ of forbidding aspect who spent a day or two in each term at Oxford. He
+ held in his thick red damp hand, ornamented as to the fore-finger with a
+ huge ring, a piece of paper.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then I shall draw for a hundred-and-five?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you do we won't sign,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;now, be
+ quick, Ben&rdquo; (the fat man's name was Benjamin), &ldquo;you infernal
+ shark, we've been wrangling long enough over it. Draw for 100L at three
+ months, or we're off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then, Mr. Drysdale, you gents will take part in goods. I wish to do
+ all I can for gents as comes well introduced, but money is very scarce
+ just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not a stuffed bird, bottle of Eau-de-Cologne, ring or cigar, will
+ we have. So now, no more nonsense, put down 75L on the table.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The money-lender, after another equally useless attempt to move Drysdale,
+ who was the only one of the party who spoke, produced a roll of bills, and
+ counted out 75L, thinking to himself that he would make this young spark
+ sing a different tune before very long. He then filled up the piece of
+ paper, muttering that the interest was nothing considering the risk, and
+ he hoped they would help him to some thing better with some of their
+ friends. Drysdale reminded him, in terms not too carefully chosen, that he
+ was getting cent per cent. The document was signed,—Drysdale took the
+ notes, and they went out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, that's well over,&rdquo; said Drysdale, as they walked
+ towards High Street. &ldquo;I'm proud of my tactics, I must say; one never
+ does so well for oneself as for anyone else. If I had been on my own hook,
+ that fellow would have let me in for 20L worth of stuffed birds and bad
+ jewelry. Let's see, what do you want, Blake?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Sixty will do,&rdquo; said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You had better take 65L; there'll be some law costs to pay,&rdquo;
+ and Drysdale handed him the notes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Brown, shall we divide the balance,—a fiver a piece?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I don't want it; as you two
+ are to hold me harmless, you must do what you like with the money.&rdquo;
+ So Drysdale pocketed the 10L, after which they walked in silence to the
+ gate of St. Ambrose. The most reckless youngster doesn't begin this sort
+ of thing without reflections which are apt to keep him silent. At the
+ gates Blake wrung both their hands. &ldquo;I don't say much, but I sha'n't
+ forget it.&rdquo; He got out the words with some difficulty, and went off
+ to his rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0012"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XI—MUSCULAR CHRISTIANITY</h2>
+ <p>
+ Within the next week or two several important events had happened to one
+ and another of our St. Ambrose friends. Tom had introduced Blake to Hardy,
+ after some demur on the part of the latter. Blake was his senior by a
+ term; might have called on him any time these three years; why should he
+ want to make his acquaintance now? But when Tom explained to him that it
+ would be a kind thing to let Blake come and coach up his history with him,
+ for that unless he took a high degree in the coming examination, he would
+ have to leave the college, and probably be ruined for life, Hardy at once
+ consented.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom did not venture to inquire for a day or two how the two hit it off
+ together. When he began cautiously to approach the subject, he was glad to
+ find that Hardy liked Blake. &ldquo;He is a gentleman, and very
+ able,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;it is curious to see how quickly he is
+ overhauling Grey, and yet how Grey takes to him. He has never looked
+ scared at him (as he still does at you, by the way) since the first night
+ they met. Blake has the talent of setting people at their ease without
+ saying anything. I shouldn't wonder if Grey thinks he has sound Church
+ notions. It's a dangerous talent, and may make a man very false if he
+ doesn't take care.&rdquo; Tom asked if Blake would be up in his history in
+ time. Hardy thought he might perhaps, but he had a great lee-way to make
+ up. If capacity for taking in cram would do it, he would be all right. He
+ had been well crammed in his science, and had put him (Hardy) up to many
+ dodges which might be useful in the schools, and which you couldn't get
+ without a private tutor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then Tom's first wine had gone off most successfully. Jervis and Miller
+ had come early and stayed late, and said all that was handsome of the
+ port, so that he was already a social hero with the boating set. Drysdale,
+ of course, had been there, rattling away to everybody in his reckless
+ fashion, and setting a good example to the two or three fast men whom Tom
+ knew well enough to ask, and who consequently behaved pretty well, and
+ gave themselves no airs, though as they went away together they grumbled
+ slightly that Brown didn't give claret. The rest of the men had shaken
+ together well, and seemed to enjoy themselves. The only drawback to Tom
+ had been that neither Hardy nor Grey had appeared. They excused themselves
+ afterwards on the score of reading, but Tom felt aggrieved in Hardy's
+ case; he knew that it was only an excuse.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the training had begun seriously, Miller had come up specially for
+ the first fortnight, to get them well in hand, as he said. After they were
+ once fairly started, he would have to go down till just before the races;
+ but he thought he might rely on the Captain to keep them up to their work
+ in the interval.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Miller, the coxswain, took to drawing the bow up to the ear at once. At
+ the very beginning of the term, five or six weeks before the races, the
+ St. Ambrose boat was to be seen every other day at Abingdon; and early
+ dinners, limitation of liquids and tobacco, and abstinence from late
+ supper parties, pastry, ice, and all manner of trash, likely in Miller's
+ opinion to injure nerve or wind, were hanging over the crew, and already,
+ in fact, to some extent enforced. The Captain shrugged his shoulders,
+ submitted to it all himself and worked away with all imperturbable temper;
+ merely hinting to Miller, in private, that he was going too fast, and that
+ it would be impossible to keep it up. Diogenes highly approved; he would
+ have become the willing slave of any tyranny which should insist that
+ every adult male subject should pull twenty miles, and never imbibe more
+ than a quart of liquid, in the twenty-four hours. Tom was inclined to like
+ it, as it helped him to realize the proud fact that he was actually in the
+ boat. The rest of the crew were in all stages of mutiny and were only kept
+ from breaking out by their fondness for the Captain and the knowledge that
+ Miller was going in a few days. As it was, Blake was the only one who
+ openly rebelled. Once or twice he stayed away. Miller swore and grumbled,
+ the Captain shook his head, and the crew in general rejoiced.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It is to one of these occasions to which we must now turn. If the usual
+ casual voyager of novels had been standing on Sandford lock, at about
+ four, on the afternoon of April -th, 184-, he might have beheld the St.
+ Ambrose eight-oar coming with a steady swing up the last reach. If such
+ voyager were in the least conversant with the glorious mystery of rowing,
+ he would have felt his heart warm at the magnificent sweep and life of the
+ stroke, and would, on the whole, have been pleased with the performance of
+ the crew generally, considered as a college crew in the early stages of
+ training. They came &ldquo;hard all&rdquo; up to the pool below the lock,
+ the coxswain standing in the stern with a tiller-rope in each hand, and
+ then shipped oars; the lock-gates opened, and the boat entered, and in
+ another minute or two was moored to the bank above the lock, and the crew
+ strolled into the little inn which stands by the lock, and, after stopping
+ in the bar to lay hands on several pewters full of porter, passed through
+ the house into the quoit and skittle-grounds behind. These were already
+ well filled with men of other crews, playing in groups or looking on at
+ the players. One of these groups, as they passed, seized on the Captain,
+ and Miller stopped with him; the rest of the St. Ambrose men, in no humor
+ for skittles, quoits, or any relaxation except rest and grumbling, took
+ possession of the first table and seats offered, and came to anchor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then followed a moment of intense enjoyment, of a sort only appreciable by
+ those who have had a twelve miles' training pull with a coxswain as sharp
+ as a needle, and in an awful temper.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah,&rdquo; said Drysdale, taking the pewter down from his lips,
+ with a sigh, and handing it to Tom who sat next him, &ldquo;by Jove I feel
+ better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's almost worth while pulling 'hard all' from Abingdon to get
+ such a thirst,&rdquo; said another of the crew.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll tell you what, though,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;to-day's
+ the last day you'll catch me in this blessed boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had just finished his draught, but did not reply; it was by no means
+ the first time that Drysdale had announced this resolve. The rest were
+ silent also.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's bad enough to have to pull your heart out, without getting
+ abused all the way into the bargain. There Miller stands in the stern—and
+ a devilish easy thing it is to stand there and walk into us—I can see him
+ chuckle as he comes to you and me, Brown—'Now, 2, well forward;' '3, don't
+ jerk;' 'Now 2, throw your weight on the oar; come, now, you can get
+ another pound on.' I hang on like grim Death,—then its 'Time, 2; now,
+ 3-'&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it's a great compliment,&rdquo; broke in Tom, with a laugh;
+ &ldquo;he thinks he can make something of us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He'll make nothing of us first, I think,&rdquo; said Drysdale.
+ &ldquo;I've lost eight pounds in a fortnight. The Captain ought to put me
+ in every place in the boat, in turn, to make it water-tight. I've larded
+ the bottom boards under my seat so that not a drop of water will ever come
+ through again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A very good thing for you, old fellow,&rdquo; said Diogenes;
+ &ldquo;you look ten times better than you did at the beginning of the
+ term.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know what you call a good thing, you old fluter. I'm
+ obliged to sit on my hip bones—I can't go to a lecture—all the tutors
+ think I am poking fun at them, and put me on directly. I haven't been able
+ to go to lecture these ten days.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So fond of lecture as he is, too, poor fellow,&rdquo; put in Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But they've discommonsed me for staying away,&rdquo; said Drysdale;
+ &ldquo;not that I care much for that, though.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Miller goes down to-morrow morning—I heard him say so,&rdquo;
+ said another.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we'll memorialize the Captain and get out of these Abingdon
+ pulls. Life isn't worth having at this rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No other boat has been below Sandford, yet.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ And so they sat on and plotted, and soon most of the other crews started.
+ And then they took their turn at skittles, and almost forgot their
+ grievances, which must be explained to those who don't know the river at
+ Oxford.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The river runs along the south of the city, getting into the university
+ quarter after it passes under the bridge connecting Berks and Oxfordshire,
+ over which is the road to Abingdon. Just below this bridge are the boat
+ builders' establishments on both sides of the river, and then on the
+ Oxfordshire side is Christchurch meadow, opposite which is moored the
+ university barge. Here is the goal of all university races; and the
+ racecourse stretches away down the river for a mile and a half, and a
+ little below the starting place of the races is Iffley Lock. The next lock
+ below Iffley is the Sandford Lock (where we left our boat's crew playing
+ at skittles), which is about a mile and a half below Iffley. Below
+ Sandford there is no lock till you get to Abingdon, a distance of six
+ miles and more by the river. Now, inasmuch as the longest distance to be
+ rowed in the races is only the upper mile and a half from Iffley to the
+ university barge, of course all crews think themselves very hardly treated
+ if they are taken further than to Sandford. Pulling &ldquo;hard all&rdquo;
+ from Sandford to Iffley, and then again from Iffley over the regular
+ course, ought to be enough in all conscience. So chorus the crews; and
+ most captains and coxswains give in. But here and there some enemy of his
+ kind—some uncomfortable, worriting, energizing mortal, like Miller—gets
+ command of a boat, and then the unfortunate crew are dragged, bemoaning
+ their fate, down below Sandford, where no friendly lock intervenes to
+ break the long, steady swing of the training pull every two miles, and the
+ result for the time is blisters and mutiny. I am bound to add that it
+ generally tells, and that the crew which has been undergoing that
+ <i>peine forte et dure</i> is very apt to get the change out of it on the
+ nights of hard races.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the St. Ambrose crew played out their skittles, and settled to appeal
+ the Captain in a body the next day, after Miller's departure; and then
+ being summoned to the boat, they took to the water again, and paddled
+ steadily up home, arriving just in time for hall for those who liked to
+ hurry. Drysdale never liked hurrying himself; besides, he could not dine
+ in hall, as he was discommonsed for persistent absence from lecture, and
+ neglect to go to the Dean when sent for to explain his absence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Brown, hang hall,&rdquo; he said to Tom, who was throwing on
+ his things; &ldquo;come and dine with me at the Mitre. I'll give you a
+ bottle of hock; it's very good there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hock's about the worst thing you drink in training,&rdquo; said
+ Miller. &ldquo;Isn't it, Jervis?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's no good, certainly,&rdquo; said the Captain, as he put on his
+ cap and gown; &ldquo;come along, Miller.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, you hear?&rdquo; said Miller. &ldquo;You can drink a glass
+ of sound sherry, if you want wine;&rdquo; and he followed the Captain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale performed a defiant pantomime after the retiring coxswain, and
+ then easily carried his point with Tom, except as to the hock. So they
+ walked up to the Mitre together, where Drysdale ordered dinner and a
+ bottle of hock in the coffee-room.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't order hock, Drysdale; I shan't drink any.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I shall have it all to my own cheek. If you begin making a
+ slave of yourself to that Miller, he'll very soon cut you down to a glass
+ of water a day, with a pinch of rhubarb in it, and make you drink that
+ standing on your head.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gammon; but I don't think it's fair on the rest of the crew not to
+ train as well as one can.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't suppose drinking a pint of hock to-night will make you
+ pull any the worse this day six weeks, when the races begin, do
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; but—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo! look here,&rdquo; said Drysdale, who was inspecting a
+ printed bill pinned up on the wall of the coffee hall; &ldquo;Wombwell's
+ menagerie is in the town, somewhere down by Worcester. What fun! We'll go
+ there after dinner.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The food arrived with Drysdale's hock, which he seemed to enjoy all the
+ more from the assurance which every glass gave him that he was defying the
+ coxswain, and doing just the thing he would most dislike. So he drank
+ away, and facetiously speculated how he could be such an idiot as to go on
+ pulling. Every day of his life he made good resolutions in the reach above
+ the Gut that it should be his last performance, and always broke them next
+ day. He supposed the habit he had of breaking all good resolutions was the
+ way to account for it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After dinner they set off to find the wild-beast show; and, as they will
+ be at least a quarter of an hour reaching it, for the pitch is in a part
+ of the suburbs little known to gownsmen, the opportunity may be seized of
+ making a few remarks to the patient reader, which impatient readers are
+ begged to skip.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Our hero on his first appearance in public some years since, was without
+ his own consent at once patted on the back by the good-natured critics,
+ and enrolled for better or worse in the brotherhood of muscular
+ Christians, who at that time were beginning to be recognised as an actual
+ and lusty portion of general British life. As his biographer, I am not
+ about to take exception to his enrolment; for, after considering the
+ persons up and down Her Majesty's dominions to whom the new nick-name has
+ been applied, the principles which they are supposed to hold, and the sort
+ of lives they are supposed to lead; I cannot see where he could in these
+ times have fallen upon a nobler brotherhood. I am speaking of course under
+ correction, and with only a slight acquaintance with the faith of muscular
+ Christianity, gathered almost entirely from the witty expositions and
+ comments of persons of a somewhat dyspeptic habit, who are not amongst the
+ faithful themselves. Indeed, I am not aware that any authorized articles
+ of belief have been sanctioned or published by the sect, Church, or
+ whatever they may be. Moreover, at the age at which our hero has arrived,
+ and having regard to his character, I should say that he has in all
+ likelihood thought very little on the subject of belief, and would
+ scarcely be able to give any formal account of his own, beyond that
+ contained in the Church Catechism, which I for one think may very well
+ satisfy him for the present. Nevertheless, had he suddenly been caught at
+ the gate of St. Ambrose's College, by one of the gentlemen who do the
+ classifying for the British public, and accosted with, &ldquo;Sir, you
+ belong to a body whose creed it is to fear God, and walk 1000 miles in
+ 1000 hours;&rdquo; I believe he would have replied, &ldquo;Do I, sir? I'm
+ very glad to hear it. They must be a very good set of fellows. How many
+ weeks' training, do they allow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But in the course of my inquiries on the subject of muscular Christians,
+ their works and ways, a fact has forced itself on my attention, which, for
+ the sake of ingenious youth, ought not to be passed over. I find, then,
+ that, side by side with these muscular Christians, and apparently claiming
+ some sort of connection with them (the same concern, as the pirates of
+ trade-marks say), have risen up another set of persons, against whom I
+ desire to caution my readers and my hero, and to warn the latter that I do
+ not mean on any pretense whatever to allow him to connect himself with
+ them, however much he may be taken with their off-hand, &ldquo;hail
+ brother well-met&rdquo; manner and dress, which may easily lead careless
+ observers to take the counterfeit for the true article. I must call the
+ persons in question &ldquo;musclemen,&rdquo; as distinguished from
+ muscular Christians; the only point in common between the two being, that
+ both hold it to be a good thing to have strong and well-exercised bodies,
+ ready to be put at the shortest notice to any work of which bodies are
+ capable, and to do it well. Here all likeness ends; for the muscleman
+ seems to have no belief whatever as to the purposes for which his body has
+ been given him, except some hazy idea that it is to go up and down the
+ world with him, belaboring men or captivating women for his benefit or
+ pleasure, at once the servant and fomentor of those fierce and brutal
+ passions which he seems to think it a necessity, and rather a fine thing
+ than otherwise, to indulge and obey. Whereas, so far as I know, the least
+ of the muscular Christians has hold of the old chivalrous and Christian
+ belief, that a man's body is given him to be trained and brought into
+ subjection, and then used for the protection of the weak, the advancement
+ of all righteous causes, and the subduing of the earth which God has given
+ to the children of men. He does not hold that mere strength or activity
+ are in themselves worthy of any respect or worship, or that one man is a
+ bit better than another because he can knock him down, or carry a bigger
+ sack of potatoes than he. For mere power, whether of body or intellect, he
+ has (I hope and believe) no reverence whatever, though,
+ <i>cæteris paribus</i>, he would probably himself, as a matter of taste,
+ prefer the man who can lift a hundred-weight round his head with his
+ little finger to the man who can construct a string of perfect Sorites, or
+ expound the doctrine of &ldquo;contradictory inconceivables.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The above remarks occur as our hero is marching innocently down towards
+ his first &ldquo;town and gown&rdquo; row, and I should scarcely like to
+ see him in the middle of it, without protesting that it is a mistake. I
+ know that he, and other youngsters of his kidney, will have fits of
+ fighting or desiring to fight with their poorer brethren, just as children
+ have the measles. But the shorter the fit the better for the patient, for
+ like the measles it is a great mistake, and a most unsatisfactory
+ complaint. If they can escape it altogether so much the better. But
+ instead of treating the fit as a disease, &ldquo;musclemen&rdquo;
+ professors are wont to represent it as a state of health, and to let their
+ disciples run about in middle age with the measles on them as strong as
+ ever. Now although our hero had the measles on him at this particular
+ time, and the passage of arms which I am about shortly to describe led to
+ results of some importance in his history, and cannot therefore be passed
+ over, yet I wish at the same time to disclaim, both in my sponsorial and
+ individual character, all sympathy with town and gown rows, and with all
+ other class rows and quarrels of every sort and kind, whether waged with
+ sword, pen, tongue, fist or otherwise. Also to say that in all such rows,
+ so far as I have seen or read, from the time when the Roman plebs marched
+ out to Mons Sacer, down to 1848, when the English chartists met on
+ Kennington Common, the upper classes are most to blame. It may be that
+ they are not the aggressors on any given occasion; very possibly they may
+ carry on the actual fighting with more fairness (though this is by no
+ means true as a rule); nevertheless the state of feeling which makes such
+ things possible, especially in England, where men in general are only too
+ ready to be led and taught by their superiors in rank, may be fairly laid
+ at their door. Ever, in the case of strikes, which just now will of course
+ be at once thrown in my teeth, I say fearlessly, let any man take the
+ trouble to study the question honestly, and he will come to the conviction
+ that all combinations of the men for the purpose of influencing the labor
+ market, whether in the much and unjustly abused Trades' Societies, or in
+ other forms, have been defensive organizations, and that the masters
+ might, as a body, over and over again have taken the sting out of them if
+ they had acted fairly, as many individuals amongst them have done. Whether
+ it may not be too late now, is a tremendous question for England, but one
+ which time only can decide.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When Drysdale and Tom at last found the caravans, it was just getting
+ dark. Something of a crowd had collected outside, and there was some
+ hissing as they ascended the short flight of steps which led to the
+ platform in front of the show; but they took no notice of it, paid their
+ money, and entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Inside they found an exciting scene. The place was pretty well lighted,
+ and the birds and beasts were all alive in their several dens and cages,
+ walking up and down, and each uttering remonstrances after its own manner,
+ the shrill notes of birds mingling with the moan of the beasts of prey and
+ chattering of the monkeys. Feeding time had been put off till night to
+ suit the undergraduates, and the undergraduates were proving their
+ appreciation of the attention by playing off all manner of practical jokes
+ on birds and beasts, their keepers, and such of the public as had been
+ rash enough to venture in. At the farther end was the keeper, who did the
+ showman, vainly endeavouring to go through his usual jogtrot description.
+ His monotone was drowned every minute by the chorus of voices, each
+ shouting out some new fact in natural history touching the biped or
+ quadruped whom the keeper was attempting to describe. At that day a great
+ deal of this sort of chaff was current, so that the most dunder-headed boy
+ had plenty on the tip of his tongue. A small and indignant knot of
+ townspeople, headed by a stout and severe middle-aged woman, with two big
+ boys, her sons, followed the keeper, endeavouring by caustic remarks and
+ withering glances to stop the flood of chaff, and restore the legitimate
+ authority and the reign of keeper and natural history.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At another point was a long Irishman in cap and gown, who had clearly had
+ as much wine as he could carry, close to the bars of the panther's den,
+ through which he was earnestly endeavouring, with the help of a crooked
+ stick, to draw the tail of whichever of the beasts stopped for a moment in
+ its uneasy walk. On the other side were a set of men bent on burning the
+ wretched monkeys' fingers with the lighted ends of their cigars, in which
+ they seemed successful enough, to judge by the angry chatterings and
+ shriekings of their victims.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two new comers paused for a moment on the platform inside the curtain;
+ and then Drysdale, rubbing his hands, and in high glee at the sight of so
+ much misrule in so small a place, led the way down on to the floor deep in
+ sawdust, exclaiming, &ldquo;Well, this <i>is</i> a lark! We're just in for
+ all the fun of the fair.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom followed his friend, who made straight for the show man, and planted
+ himself at his side, just as that worthy, pointing with his pole, was
+ proceeding—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;This is the jackal, from—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Caribee Hielands, of which I'm a native mysel',&rdquo; shouted
+ a gownsman.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This is the jackal, or lion's provider,&rdquo; began again the much
+ enduring keeper.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who always goes before the lion to purwide his purwisions,
+ purwiding there's anything to purwide,&rdquo; put in Drysdale.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hem—really I do think it's scandalous not to let the keeper tell
+ about the beasteses,&rdquo; said the unfortunate matron, with a half turn
+ towards the persecutors, and grasping her bag.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear madam,&rdquo; said Drysdale, in his softest voice, &ldquo;I
+ assure you he knows nothing about the beasteses. We are Doctor Buckland's
+ favourite pupils, are also well known to the great Panjandrum, and have
+ eaten more beasteses than the keeper has ever seen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know who you are, young man, but you don't know how to
+ behave yourselves,&rdquo; rejoined the outraged female; and the keeper,
+ giving up the jackal as a bad job, pointing with his pole, proceeded—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The little hanimal in the upper cage is the hopossom, of North
+ America—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The misguided offspring of the raccoon and the gumtree,&rdquo; put
+ in one of his tormentors.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here a frightful roaring and struggling at a little distance, mingled with
+ shouts of laughter, and &ldquo;Hold on, Pat!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Go it, panther!&rdquo; interrupted the lecture, and caused a rush
+ to the other side, where the long Irishman, Donovan, by name, with one
+ foot against the bars, was holding on to the tail of one of the panthers,
+ which he had at length managed to catch hold of. The next moment he was
+ flat on his back in the sawdust, and his victim was bounding wildly about
+ the cage. The keeper hurried away to look after the outraged panther; and
+ Drysdale, at once installing himself as showman, began at the next cage—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This is the wild man of the woods, or whangee-tangee, the most
+ untameable—good heavens, ma'am, take care!&rdquo; and he seized hold on
+ the unfortunate woman and pulled her away from the bars.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, goodness!&rdquo; she screamed, &ldquo;it's got my tippet; oh,
+ Bill, Peter, catch hold!&rdquo; Bill and Peter proved unequal to the
+ occasion, but a gownsman seized the vanishing tippet, and after a moment's
+ struggle with the great ape, restored a meagre half to the proper owner,
+ while Jacko sat grinning over the other half, picking it to pieces. The
+ poor woman had now had enough of it, and she hurried off with her two
+ boys, followed by the few townspeople who were still in the show, to lay
+ her case directly before the mayor, as she informed the delinquents from
+ the platform before disappearing. Her wrongs were likely to be more
+ speedily avenged, to judge by the angry murmurs which arose outside
+ immediately after her exit.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But still the high jinks went on, Donovan leading all mischief, until the
+ master of the menagerie appeared inside, and remonstrated with the men.
+ &ldquo;He must send for the police,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;if they would
+ not leave the beasts alone. He had put off the feeding in order to suit
+ them; would they let his keepers feed the beasts quietly?&rdquo; The
+ threat of the police was received with shouts of defiance by some of the
+ men, though the greater part seemed of the opinion that matters were
+ getting serious.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The proposal of feeding, was however, welcomed by all and comparative
+ quiet ensued for some ten minutes, while the baskets of joints, bread,
+ stale fish, and potatoes were brought in, and the contents distributed to
+ the famished occupants of the cages. In the interval of peace the
+ showman-keeper, on a hint from his master, again began his round. But the
+ spirit of mischief was abroad, and it only needed this to make it break
+ out again. In another two minutes the beasts, from the lion to the
+ smallest monkey, were struggling for their suppers, with one or more
+ undergraduates; the elephant had torn the gown off Donovan's back, having
+ only just missed his arm; the manager in a confusion worthy of the tower
+ of Babel, sent off a keeper for the city police, and turned the gas out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The audience, after the first moment of surprise and indignation, groped
+ their way towards the steps and mounted the platform, where they held a
+ council of war. Should they stay where they were or make a sally at once,
+ break through the crowd and get back to their colleges? It was curious to
+ see how in that short minute individual character came out, and the
+ coward, the cautious man, the resolute prompt Englishman, each was there,
+ and more than one species of each. Donovan was one of the last up the
+ steps, and as he stumbled up caught something of the question before the
+ house. He shouted loudly at once for descending and offering battle.
+ &ldquo;But boys,&rdquo; he added, &ldquo;first wait till I adthress the
+ meeting,&rdquo; and he made for the opening in the canvas through which
+ the outside platform was reached. Stump oratory and a free fight were just
+ the two temptations which Donovan was wholly unable to resist; it was with
+ a face radiant with devil-may-care delight that he burst through the
+ opening, followed by all the rest (who felt that the matter was out of
+ their hands, and must go its own way after the Irishman), and rolling to
+ the front of the outside platform, rested one hand on the rail, and waved
+ the other gracefully towards the crowd.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was the signal for a burst of defiant shouts and hissing. Donovan
+ stood blandly waving his hand for silence. Drysdale, running his eye over
+ the mob, turned to the rest and said, &ldquo;There's nothing to stop us,
+ not twenty grown men in the whole lot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then one of the men lighting upon the drumsticks, which the usual man in
+ corduroys had hidden away, began beating the big drum furiously. One of
+ the unaccountable whims which influence crowds seized on the mob, and
+ there was almost perfect silence. This seemed to take Donovan by surprise;
+ the open air was having the common effect on him; he was getting unsteady
+ on his legs, and his brains were wondering. &ldquo;Now's your time,
+ Donovan, my boy—begin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, yes, to be sure, what'll I say? let's see,&rdquo; said Donovan,
+ putting his head on one side—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Friends, Romans, countrymen,&rdquo; suggested some wag.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To be sure,&rdquo; cried Donovan; &ldquo;Friends, Romans,
+ countrymen, lend me your ears.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bravo Pat, well begun; pull their ears well when you've got
+ 'em.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bad luck to it! where was I? you divels—I mean ladies and gentlemen
+ of Oxford city as I was saying, the poets—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the storm of shouting and hissing arose again, and Donovan, after an
+ ineffectual attempt or two to go on, leaned forward and shook his fist
+ generally at the mob. Luckily for him, there were no stones about; but one
+ of the crowd, catching the first missel at hand, which happened to be a
+ cabbage stalk, sent it with true aim at the enraged orator. He jerked his
+ head on one side to avoid it; the motion unsteadied his cap; he threw up
+ his hand, which, instead of catching the falling cap, as it was meant to
+ do, sent it spinning among the crowd below. The owner, without a moment's
+ hesitation, clapped both hands on the bar before him, and followed his
+ property, vaulting over on the heads of those nearest the platform,
+ amongst whom he fell, scattering them right and left.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come on, gown, or he'll be murdered,&rdquo; sang out one of
+ Donovan's friends. Tom was one of the first down the steps; they rushed to
+ the spot in another moment, and the Irishman rose, plastered with dirt,
+ but otherwise none the worse for his feat; his cap, covered with mud, was
+ proudly stuck on, hind part before. He was of course thirsting for battle,
+ but not quite so much master of his strength as usual; so his two friends,
+ who were luckily strong and big men, seized him, one to each arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, keep together,&rdquo; was the word; &ldquo;there's no
+ time to lose. Push for the corn-market.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The cry of &ldquo;Town! town!&rdquo; now rose on all sides. The gownsmen
+ in a compact body, with Donovan in the middle, pushed rapidly across the
+ open space in which the caravans were set up and gained the street. Here
+ they were comparatively safe; they were followed close, but could not be
+ surrounded by the mob. And now again a bystander might have amused himself
+ by noting the men's characters. Three or four pushed rapidly on, and were
+ out of sight ahead in no time. The greater part, without showing any
+ actual signs off fear, kept steadily on, at a good pace. Close behind
+ these, Donovan struggled violently with his two conductors, and shouted
+ defiance to the town; while a small and silent rear guard, amongst whom
+ were Tom and Drysdale, walked slowly and, to all appearance, carelessly
+ behind, within a few yards of the crowd of shouting boys who headed the
+ advancing town. Tom himself felt his heart beating quick, and I don't
+ think had any particular desire for the fighting to begin, with such long
+ odds on the town side; but he was resolved to be in it as soon as any one
+ if there was to be any. Thus they marched through one or two streets
+ without anything more serious than an occasional stone passing their ears.
+ Another turn would have brought them into the open parts of the town,
+ within hearing of the colleges, when suddenly Donovan broke loose from his
+ supporters, and rushing with a shout on the advanced guard of the town,
+ drove them back in confusion for some yards. The only thing to do was to
+ back him up; so the rear-guard, shouting &ldquo;Gown! gown!&rdquo; charged
+ after him. The effect of the onset was like that of Blount at Flodden,
+ when he saw Marmion's banner go down,—a wide space was cleared for a
+ moment, the town driven back on the pavements, and up the middle of the
+ street, and the rescued Donovan caught, set on his legs, and dragged away
+ again some paces towards college. But the charging body was too few in
+ number to improve the first success, or even to insure its own retreat.
+ &ldquo;Darkly closed the war around.&rdquo; The town lapped on them from
+ the pavements, and poured on them down the middle of the street, before
+ they had time to rally and stand together again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ What happened to the rest—who was down, who fought, who fled,—Tom had no
+ time to inquire; for he found himself suddenly the centre of a yelling
+ circle of enemies. So he set his teeth and buckled to his work; and the
+ thought of splendid single combat, and glory such as he had read of in
+ college stories, and tradition handing him down as the hero of that great
+ night, flashed into his head as he cast his eye round for foemen worthy of
+ his steel. None such appeared; so, selecting the one most of his own size,
+ he squared and advanced on him. But the challenged one declined the
+ combat, and kept retreating; while from behind, and at the sides, one
+ after another of the &ldquo;town&rdquo; rushing out dealt Tom a blow and
+ vanished again into the crowd. For a moment or two he kept his head and
+ temper; the assailants individually were too insignificant to put out his
+ strength upon; but head and temper were rapidly going;—he was like a bull
+ in the arena with the picadores sticking their little javelins in him. A
+ smart blow on the nose, which set a myriad of stars dancing before his
+ eyes, finished the business, and he rushed after the last assailant,
+ dealing blows to right and left, on small and great. The mob closed in on
+ him, still avoiding attacks in front, but on the flank and rear they hung
+ on him and battered at him. He had to turn sharply round after every step
+ to shake himself clear, and at each turn the press thickened, the shouts
+ waxed louder and fiercer; he began to get unsteady; tottered, swayed, and,
+ stumbling over a prostrate youth, at last went down full length on to the
+ pavement, carrying a couple of his assailants with him. And now it would
+ have fared hardly with him, and he would scarcely have reached college
+ with sound bones,—for I am sorry to say an Oxford town mob is a cruel and
+ brutal one, and a man who is down has no chance with it,—but that for one
+ moment he and his prostrate foes were so jumbled together that the town
+ could not get at him, and the next cry of &ldquo;Gown! gown!&rdquo; rose
+ high above the din; the town were swept back again by the rush of a
+ reinforcement of gownsmen, the leader of whom seized him by the shoulders
+ and put him on his legs again; while his late antagonists crawled away to
+ the side of the road.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Brown!&rdquo; said his rescuer,—Jervis, the
+ Captain,—&ldquo;this, you? Not hurt, eh?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not a bit,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good; come on, then; stick to me.&rdquo; In three steps they joined
+ the rest of the gown, now numbering some twenty men. The mob was close
+ before them, gathering for another rush. Tom felt a cruel, wild devil
+ beginning to rise in him; he had never felt the like before. This time he
+ longed for the next crash, which happily for him, was fated never to come
+ off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your names and colleges, gentlemen,&rdquo; said a voice close
+ behind them at this critical moment. The &ldquo;town&rdquo; set up a
+ derisive shout, and, turning round, the gownsmen found the velvet sleeves
+ of one of the proctors at their elbow and his satellites, vulgarly called
+ bull-dogs, taking notes of them. They were completely caught, and so
+ quietly gave the required information.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will go to your colleges at once,&rdquo; said the proctor,
+ &ldquo;and remain within gates. You will see these gentlemen to the
+ High-street,&rdquo; he added to his marshal; and then strode on after the
+ crowd, which was vanishing down the street.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The men turned and strolled towards the High-street, the marshall keeping,
+ in a deferential but wide-awake manner, pretty close to them, but without
+ making any show of watching them. When they reached the High-street he
+ touched his hat and said civilly, &ldquo;I hope you will go home now,
+ gentlemen, the senior proctor is very strict.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right, marshall; good night,&rdquo; said the good natured ones.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;D—- his impudence,&rdquo; growled one or two of the rest, and the
+ marshal bustled away after his master. The men looked at one another for a
+ moment or two. They were of different colleges, and strangers. The
+ High-street was quiet; so without the exchange of a word, after the manner
+ of British youth, they broke up into twos and threes, and parted. Jervis,
+ Tom, and Drysdale, who turned up quite undamaged, sauntered together
+ towards St. Ambrose's.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I say, where are you going?&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not to college, I vote,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, there may be some more fun.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mighty poor fun, I should say, you'll find it,&rdquo; said Jervis;
+ &ldquo;however, if you will stay, I suppose I must. I can't leave you two
+ boys by yourselves.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along then, down here.&rdquo; So they turned down one of the
+ courts leading out of the High-street, and so by back streets bore up
+ again for the disturbed districts.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mind and keep a sharp lookout for the proctors,&rdquo; said Jervis;
+ &ldquo;as much row as you please, but we mustn't be caught again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, only let's keep together if we have to bolt.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ They promenaded in lonely dignity for some five minutes, keeping eyes and
+ ears on full strain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I tell you what,&rdquo; said Drysdale, at last, &ldquo;it isn't
+ fair, these enemies in the camp; what with the 'town' and their stones and
+ fists, and the proctors with their 'name and college,' we've got the wrong
+ end of the stick.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Both wrong ends, I can tell you,&rdquo; said Jervis. &ldquo;Hello,
+ Brown, your nose is bleeding.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Is it?&rdquo; said Tom, drawing his hand across his mouth;
+ &ldquo;'twas that confounded little fellow then who ran up to my side
+ while I was squaring at the long party. I felt a sharp crack, and the
+ little rascal bolted into the crowd before I could turn at him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Cut and come again,&rdquo; said Drysdale, laughing.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, that's the regular thing in these blackguard street squabbles.
+ Here they come then,&rdquo; said Jervis. &ldquo;Steady, all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They turned around to face the town, which came shouting down the street
+ behind them in pursuit of one gownsman, a little, harmless, quiet fellow,
+ who had fallen in with them on his way back to his college from a tea with
+ his tutor, and, like a wise man, was giving them leg-bail as hard as he
+ could foot it. But the little man was of a courageous, though prudent
+ soul, and turned panting and gasping on his foes the moment he found
+ himself amongst friends again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, then, stick together; don't let them get around us,&rdquo;
+ said Jervis.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They walked steadily down the street, which was luckily a narrow one, so
+ that three of them could keep the whole of it, halting and showing front
+ every few yards, when the crowd pressed too much. &ldquo;Down with them!
+ Town, town! That's two as was in the show.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mark the velvet-capped chap. Town, town!&rdquo; shouted the hinder
+ part of the mob, but it was a rabble of boys as before, and the front rank
+ took very good care of itself, and forbore from close quarters.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The small gownsman had now got his wind again; and smarting under the
+ ignominy of his recent flight, was always a pace or two nearer the crowd
+ than the other three, ruffling up like a little bantam, and shouting
+ defiance between the catchings of his breath.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You vagabonds! you cowards! Come on now I say! Gown, gown!&rdquo;
+ And at last, emboldened by the repeated halts of the mob, and thirsting
+ for revenge, he made a dash at one of the nearest of the enemy. The
+ suddenness of the attack took both sides by surprise, then came a rush by
+ two or three of the town to the rescue.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no! stand back—one at a time,&rdquo; shouted the Captain,
+ throwing himself between the combatants and the mob. &ldquo;Go it, little
+ 'un; serve him out. Keep the rest back boys; steady!&rdquo; Tom and
+ Drysdale faced towards the crowd, while a little gownsman and his
+ antagonist—who defended himself vigorously enough now—came to close
+ quarters, in the rear of the gown line; too close to hurt one another but
+ what with hugging and cuffing the townsman in another half-minute was
+ sitting quietly on the pavement with his back against the wall, his enemy
+ squaring in front of him, and daring him to renew the combat. &ldquo;Get
+ up, you coward; get up, I say, you coward! He won't get up,&rdquo; said
+ the little man, eagerly turning to the Captain. &ldquo;Shall I give him a
+ kick?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, let the cur alone,&rdquo; replied Jervis. &ldquo;Now, do any
+ more of you want to fight? Come on like men one at a time. I'll fight any
+ man in the crowd.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Whether the challenge would have been answered must rest uncertain; for
+ now the crowd began to look back, and a cry arose, &ldquo;Here they are,
+ proctors! now they'll run.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So we must, by Jove, Brown,&rdquo; said the Captain. &ldquo;What's
+ your college?&rdquo; to the little hero.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Pembroke.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Cut away, then; you're close at home.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well, if I must; good night,&rdquo; and away went the small
+ man as fast as he had come; and it has never been heard that he came to
+ further grief, or performed other feats that night.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hang it, don't let's run,&rdquo; said Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Is it the proctors?&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I can't see
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mark the bloody-faced one; kick him over,&rdquo; sang out a voice
+ in the crowd.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank'ee,&rdquo; said Tom, savagely. &ldquo;Let's have one rush at
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look! there's the proctor's cap just through them; come along
+ boys—well, stay if you like, and be rusticated, I'm off,&rdquo; and away
+ went Jervis, and the next moment Tom and Drysdale followed the good
+ example, and, as they had to run, made the best use of their legs, and in
+ two minutes were well ahead of their pursuers. They turned a corner;
+ &ldquo;Here, Brown! alight in this public, cut in, and it's all
+ right.&rdquo; Next moment they were in the dark passage of a quiet little
+ inn, and heard with a chuckle part of the crowd scurry by the door in
+ pursuit, while they themselves suddenly appeared in the neat little bar,
+ to the no small astonishment of its occupants. These were a stout elderly
+ woman in spectacles, who was stitching away at plain work in an arm-chair
+ on one side of the fire; the foreman of one of the great boat-builders,
+ who sat opposite her, smoking his pipe with a long glass of clear ale at
+ his elbow; and a bright-eyed, neat handed bar maid, who was leaning
+ against the table, and talking to the others as they entered.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0013"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XII—THE CAPTAIN'S NOTIONS</h2>
+ <p>
+ The old lady dropped her work, the barmaid turned round with a start and
+ little ejaculation, and the foreman stared with all his eyes for a moment,
+ and then, jumping up, exclaimed—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bless us, if it isn't Muster Drysdale and Muster Brown, of
+ Ambrose's. Why what's the matter, sir? Muster Brown, you be all covered
+ wi' blood, sir.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh dear me! poor young gentlemen!&rdquo; cried the
+ hostess;—&ldquo;Here, Patty, run and tell Dick to go for the doctor, and
+ get the best room—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, please don't; it's nothing at all,&rdquo; interrupted Tom,
+ laughing;—&ldquo;a basin of cold water and a towel, if you please, Miss
+ Patty, and I shall be quite presentable in a minute. I'm very sorry to
+ have frightened you all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale joined in the assurances that it was nothing but a little of his
+ friend's &ldquo;claret,&rdquo; which he would be all the better for
+ losing, and watched with an envious eye the interest depicted in Patty's
+ pretty face, as she hurried in with a basin of fresh pumped water, and
+ held the towel. Tom bathed his face, and very soon was as respectable a
+ member of society as usual, save for a slight swelling on one side of his
+ nose.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale meantime—seated on the table—had been explaining the
+ circumstances to the landlady and the foreman. &ldquo;And now,
+ ma'am,&rdquo; said he as Tom joined them, and seated himself on a vacant
+ chair, &ldquo;I'm sure you must draw famous ale.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, sir, I think Dick—that's my ostler, sir—is as good a brewer
+ as is in the town. We always brew at home, sir, and I hope always
+ shall.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Quite right, ma'am, quite right,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;and I
+ don't think we can do better than follow Jem here. Let us have a jug of
+ the same ale as he is drinking. And you'll take a glass with us, Jem? or
+ will you have spirits?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Jem was for another glass of ale, and bore witness to its being the best
+ in Oxford, and Patty drew the ale, and supplied two more long glasses.
+ Drysdale, with apologies, produced his cigar case; and Jem, under the
+ influence of the ale and a first-rate Havannah (for which he deserted his
+ pipe, though he did not enjoy it half as much), volunteered to go and
+ rouse the yard and conduct them safely back to college. This offer was of
+ course, politely declined and then, Jem's hour for bed having come, he
+ being a methodical man, as became his position, departed, and left our two
+ young friends in sole possession of the bar. Nothing could have suited the
+ two young gentlemen better, and they set to work to make themselves
+ agreeable. They listened with lively interest to the landlady's statement
+ of the difficulties of a widow woman in a house like hers, and to her
+ praises of her factotum Dick and her niece Patty. They applauded her
+ resolution of not bringing up her two boys in the publican line, though
+ they could offer no very available answer her appeals for advice as to
+ what trade they should be put to; all trades were so full, and things were
+ not as they ought to be. The one thing, apparently, which was wanting to
+ the happiness of Drysdale at Oxford, was the discovery of such beer as he
+ had at last found at &ldquo;The Choughs.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Dick was to come up to St. Ambrose's the first thing in the morning and
+ carry off his barrel, which would never contain in future any other
+ liquid. At last that worthy appeared in the bar to know when he was to
+ shut up, and was sent out by his mistress to see that the street was
+ clear, for which service he received a shilling, though his offer of
+ escort was declined. And so, after paying in a splendid manner for their
+ entertainment, they found themselves in the street, and set off for
+ college, agreeing on the way that &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; was a great
+ find, the old lady was the best old soul in the world, and Patty the
+ prettiest girl in Oxford. They found the streets quiet, and walking
+ quickly along them, knocked at the college gates at half-past eleven. The
+ stout porter received them with a long face.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Senior proctor's sent down here an hour back, gentlemen, to find
+ whether you was in college.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean that, porter? How kind of him! What did you
+ say?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Said I didn't know, sir; but the marshal said, if you come in
+ after, that you was to go to the senior proctor's at half-past nine
+ to-morrow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Send my compliments to the senior proctor,&rdquo; said Drysdale,
+ &ldquo;and say I have a very particular engagement to morrow morning,
+ which will prevent my having the pleasure of calling on him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very good, sir,&rdquo; said the porter, giving a little dry
+ chuckle, and tapping the keys against his leg; &ldquo;only perhaps you
+ wouldn't mind writing him a note, sir, as he is rather a particular
+ gentleman.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Didn't he send after anyone else?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, sir, Mr. Jervis, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, and what about him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, sir, Mr. Jervis! an old hand, sir. He'd been in gates long
+ time, sir, when the marshal came.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The sly old beggar!&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;good night,
+ porter; mind you send my message to the proctor. If he is set on seeing me
+ to-morrow, you can say that he will find a broiled chicken and a hand at
+ picquet in my rooms, if he likes to drop in to lunch.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The porter looked after them for a moment, and then retired to his deep
+ old chair in the lodge, pulled his night cap over his ears, put up his
+ feet before the fire on a high stool, and folded his hands on his lap.
+ &ldquo;The most impidentest thing on the face of the earth is it
+ gen'l'man-commoner in his first year,&rdquo; soliloquized the little man.
+ &ldquo;'Twould ha' done that one a sight of good, now, if he'd got a good
+ hiding in the street to-night. But he's better than most on 'em,
+ too,&rdquo; he went on; &ldquo;uncommon free with his tongue, but just as
+ free with his arf-sovereigns. Well, I'm not going to peach if the proctor
+ don't send again in the morning. That sort's good for the college; makes
+ things brisk; has his <i>wine</i> from town, and don't keep no keys. I
+ wonder, now, if my Peter's been out a fighting? He's pretty nigh as hard
+ to manage, is that boy, as if he was at college hisself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so, muttering over his domestic and professional grievances, the small
+ janitor composed himself to a nap. I may add, parenthetically, that his
+ hopeful Peter, a precocious youth of seventeen, scout's boy on No. 3
+ staircase of St. Ambrose's College, was represented in the boot cleaning
+ and errand line by a substitute for some days; and when he returned to
+ duty was minus a front tooth.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What fools we were not to stick to the Captain. I wonder what we
+ shall get,&rdquo; said Tom, who was troubled in his mind at the proctor's
+ message, and not gifted naturally with the recklessness and contempt of
+ authority which in Drysdale's case approached the sublime.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who cares? I'll be bound, now, the old fox came straight home to
+ earth. Let's go and knock him up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom assented, for he was anxious to consult Jervis as to his proceedings
+ in the morning; so they soon found themselves drumming at his oak, which
+ was opened shortly by &ldquo;the stroke&rdquo; in an old boating-jacket.
+ They followed him in. At one end of his table stood his tea-service and
+ the remains of his commons, which the scout had not cleared away; at the
+ other, open books, note-books, and maps showed that the Captain read, as
+ he rowed, &ldquo;hard all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, are you two only just in?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Only just, my Captain,&rdquo; answered Drysdale.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Have you been well thrashed, then? You don't look much
+ damaged?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We are innocent of fight since your sudden departure—flight, shall
+ I call it?—my Captain.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Where have you been?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where! why in the paragon of all pot houses; snug little bar with
+ red curtains; stout old benevolent female in spectacles; barmaid an houri;
+ and for malt the most touching tap in Oxford, wasn't it, Brown?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, the beer was undeniable,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, and you dawdled there till now?&rdquo; said Jervis.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Even so. What with mobs that wouldn't fight fair, the captains who
+ would run away, and the proctors marshals who would interfere, we were
+ 'perfectly disgusted with the whole proceedings,' as the Scotchman said
+ when he was sentenced to be hanged.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well! Heaven, they say, protects children, sailors, and drunken
+ men; and whatever answer to Heaven in the academical system protects
+ freshmen,&rdquo; remarked Jervis.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not us, at any rate,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;for we are to go to
+ the proctor to-morrow morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, did he catch you in your famous public?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; the marshal came round to the porter's lodge, asked if we were
+ in, and left word that, if we were not, we were to go to him in the
+ morning. The porter told us just now as we came in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pshaw,&rdquo; said the Captain, with disgust; &ldquo;now you'll be
+ gated probably, and the whole crew will be thrown out of gear. Why
+ couldn't you have come home when I did?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We do not propose to attend the levee of that excellent person in
+ office to-morrow morning,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;He will forget all
+ about it. Old Copas won't say a word—catch him. He gets too much out of me
+ for that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, you'll see; I'll back the proctor's memory.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But, Captain, what are you going to stand?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stand! nothing, unless you like a cup of cold tea. You'll get no
+ wine or spirits here at this time of night, and the buttery is shut.
+ Besides you've had quite as much beer as good for you at your paragon
+ public.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, now, Captain, just two glasses of sherry, and I'll promise to
+ go to bed.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not a thimbleful.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You old tyrant!&rdquo; said Drysdale, hopping off his perch on the
+ elbow of the sofa. &ldquo;Come along, Brown, let's go and draw for some
+ supper, and a hand at Van John. There's sure to be something going up my
+ staircase; or, at any rate, there's a cool bottle of claret in my
+ rooms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stop and have a talk, Brown,&rdquo; said the Captain, and prevailed
+ against Drysdale, who, after another attempt to draw Tom off, departed on
+ his quest for drink and cards.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He'll never do for the boat, I'm afraid,&rdquo; said the Captain;
+ &ldquo;with his rascally late hours, and drinking and eating all sorts of
+ trash. It's a pity, too for he's a pretty oar for his weight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He is such uncommon good company, too,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but I'll tell you what. He's just a leetle too good company
+ for you and me, or any fellows who mean to take a degree. Let's see, this
+ is only his third term? I'll give him, perhaps, two more to make the place
+ too hot to hold him. Take my word for it, he'll never get to his
+ little-go.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It will be a great pity, then,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it will. But after all, you see, what does it matter to him? He
+ gets rusticated; takes his name off with a flourish of trumpets—what then?
+ He falls back on 5,000L a year in land, and a good accumulation in
+ consols, runs abroad or lives in town for a year. Takes the hounds when he
+ comes of age, or is singled out by some discerning constituency, and sent
+ to make laws for his country, having spent the whole of his life hitherto
+ in breaking all the laws he ever came under. You and I, perhaps, go
+ fooling about with him, and get rusticated. We make our friends miserable.
+ We can't take our names off, but have to come cringing back at the end of
+ our year, marked men. Keep our tails between our legs for the rest of the
+ time. Lose a year at our professions, and most likely have the slip
+ casting up against us in one way or another for the next twenty years.
+ It's like the old story of the giant and the dwarf, or like fighting a
+ sweep, or any other one-sided business.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I'd sooner have to fight my own way in the world after all;
+ wouldn't you?&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;H-m-m!&rdquo; said the Captain, throwing himself back in the chair,
+ and smiling; &ldquo;can't answer off hand. I'm a third year man, and begin
+ to see the other side rather clearer than I did when I was a freshman like
+ you. Three years at Oxford, my boy, will teach you something of what rank
+ and money count for, if they teach you nothing else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, here's the Captain singing the same song as Hardy,&rdquo;
+ thought Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you two have to go to the proctor to-morrow?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall you go? Drysdale won't.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course I shall. It seems to me childish not to go; as if I were
+ back in the lower school again. To tell you the truth, the being sent for
+ isn't pleasant; but the other I couldn't stand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't feel anything of that sort. But I think you're right
+ on the whole. The chances are that he'll remember your name, and send for
+ you again if you don't go; and then you'll be worse off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't think he'll rusticate us, or anything of that
+ sort?&rdquo; said Tom, who had felt horrible twinges at the Captain's
+ picture of the effects of rustication on ordinary mortals.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; not unless he's in a very bad humour. I was caught three times
+ in one night in my freshman's term, and only got an imposition.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I don't care,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;But it's a bore to have
+ been caught in so seedy an affair; if it had been a real good row, one
+ wouldn't have minded so much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, what did you expect? It was neither better nor worse than the
+ common run of such things.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, but three parts of the crowd were boys.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So they are always—or nine times out of ten at any rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But there was no real fighting; at least, I only know I got
+ none.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There isn't any real fighting, as you call it, nine times out of
+ ten.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What is there, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, something of this sort. Five shopboys, or scouts' boys, full
+ of sauciness, loitering at an out-of-the-way street corner. Enter two
+ freshmen, full of dignity and bad wine. Explosion of inflammable material.
+ Freshmen mobbed into High-street or Broad-street, where the tables are
+ turned by a gathering of many more freshmen, and the mob of town boys
+ quietly subsides, puts its hands in its pockets, and ceases to shout
+ 'Town, town!' The triumphant freshmen march up and down for perhaps half
+ an hour, shouting 'Gown, gown!' and looking furious, but not half sorry
+ that the mob vanishes like mist at their approach. Then come the proctors,
+ who hunt down, and break up the gown in some half-hour or hour. The 'town'
+ again marches about in the ascendant, and mobs the scattered freshmen,
+ wherever they can be caught in very small numbers.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But with all your chaff about freshmen, Captain, you were in it
+ yourself to-night; come now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of course, I had to look after you two boys.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you didn't know we were in when you came up?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I was sure to find some of you. Besides, I'll admit one don't like
+ to go in while there's any chance of a real row as you call it, and so
+ gets proctorized in one's old age for one's patriotism.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Were you ever in a real row?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, once, about a year ago. The fighting numbers were about equal,
+ and the town all grown men, labourers and mechanics. It was desperate hard
+ work, none of your shouting and promenading. That Hardy, one of our Bible
+ clerks, fought like a Paladin; I know I shifted a fellow in corduroys on
+ to him, whom I had found an uncommon tough customer, and never felt better
+ pleased in my life than when I saw the light glance on his hobnails as he
+ went over into the gutter two minutes afterwards. It lasted, perhaps, ten
+ minutes, and both sides were very glad to draw off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But, of course, you licked them?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;We said we did.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I believe that a gentleman will always lick in a fair
+ fight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of course you do, it's the orthodox belief.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But don't you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; if he is as big and strong, and knows how to fight as well as
+ the other. The odds are that he cares a little more for giving in, and
+ that will pull him through.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That isn't saying much, though.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, but it's quite as much as is true. I'll tell you what it is, I
+ think just this, that we are generally better in the fighting way than
+ shopkeepers, clerks, flunkies, and all fellows who don't work hard with
+ their bodies all day. But the moment you come to the real hard-fisted
+ fellow; used to nine or ten hours' work a day, he's a cruel hard customer.
+ Take seventy or eighty of them at haphazard, the first you meet, and turn
+ them into St. Ambrose any morning—by night I take it they would be lords
+ of this venerable establishment if we had to fight for the possession;
+ except, perhaps, for that Hardy—he's one of a thousand, and was born for a
+ fighting man; perhaps he might pull us through.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why don't you try him in the boat?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Miller manages all that. I spoke to him about it after that row,
+ but he said that Hardy had refused to subscribe to the club, said he
+ couldn't afford it, or something of the sort. I don't see why that need
+ matter, myself, but I suppose, as we have rules, we ought to stick to
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's a great pity though. I know Hardy well, and you can't think
+ what a fine fellow he is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure of that. I tried to know him, and we don't get on badly as
+ speaking acquaintance. But he seems a queer, solitary bird.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Twelve o'clock struck; so Tom wished the Captain good night and departed,
+ meditating much on what he had heard and seen. The vision of terrible
+ single combats, in which the descendant of a hundred earls polishes off
+ the huge representative of the masses in the most finished style, without
+ a scratch on his own aristocratic features, had faded from his mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He went to bed that night, fairly sickened with his experience of a town
+ and gown row, and with a nasty taste in his mouth. But he felt much
+ pleased at having drawn out the Captain so completely. For &ldquo;the
+ stroke&rdquo; was in general a man of marvellous few words, having many
+ better uses than talking to put his breath to.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Next morning he attended at the proctor's rooms at the appointed time, not
+ without some feeling of shame at having to do so; which, however, wore off
+ when he found some dozen men of other colleges waiting about on the same
+ errand as himself. In his turn he was ushered in, and as he stood by the
+ door, had time to look the great man over as he sat making a note of the
+ case he had just disposed of. The inspection was reassuring. The proctor
+ was a gentlemanly, straight-forward looking man of about thirty, not at
+ all donnish, and his address answered to his appearance.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Mr. Brown, of St. Ambrose's, I think,&rdquo; he said.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I sent you to your college yesterday evening; did you go straight
+ home?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How was that, Mr. Brown?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom made no answer, and the proctor looked at him steadily for a few
+ seconds, and then repeated.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How was that?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, sir,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I don't mean to say I was going
+ straight to college, but I should have been in long before you sent, only
+ I fell in with the mob again, and then there was a cry that you were
+ coming. And so-&rdquo; He paused.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the proctor, with a grim sort of curl about the
+ corners of his mouth.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I ran away, and turned into the first place which was open,
+ and stopped till the streets were quiet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;A public house, I suppose.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, sir; 'The Choughs.'&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The proctor considered a minute, and again scrutinized Tom's look and
+ manner, which certainly were straightforward, and without any tinge of
+ cringing or insolence.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How long have you been up?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;This is my second term, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You have never been sent to me before, I think?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Never, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I can't overlook this, as you yourself confess to a direct
+ act of disobedience. You must write me out 200 lines of Virgil. And now,
+ Mr. Brown, let me advise you to keep out of disreputable street quarrels
+ in future. Good morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom hurried away, wondering what it would feel like to be writing out
+ Virgil again as a punishment at his time of life, but glad above measure
+ that the proctor had asked him no questions about his companion. The hero
+ was of course, mightily tickled at the result, and seized the occasion to
+ lecture Tom on his future conduct, holding himself up as a living example
+ of the benefits which were sure to accrue to a man who never did anything
+ he was told to do. The soundness of his reasoning, however, was somewhat
+ shaken by the dean, who, on the same afternoon, managed to catch him in
+ quad; and, carrying him off, discoursed with him concerning his various
+ and systematic breaches of discipline, pointed out to him that he had
+ already made such good use of his time that if he were to be discommonsed
+ for three more days he would lose his term; and then took off his cross,
+ gave him a book of Virgil to write out and gated him for a fortnight after
+ hall. Drysdale sent out his scout to order his punishment as he might have
+ ordered a waistcoat, presented old Copas with a half-sovereign, and then
+ dismissed punishment and gating from his mind. He cultivated with great
+ success the science of mental gymnastics, or throwing everything the least
+ unpleasant off his mind at once. And no doubt it is a science worthy of
+ all cultivation, if one desires to lead a comfortable life. It gets
+ harder, however, as the years roll over us, to attain to any satisfactory
+ proficiency in it; so it should be mastered as early in life as may be.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The town and gown row was the talk of the college for the next week. Tom,
+ of course, talked much about it, like his neighbors, and confided to one
+ and another the Captain's heresies. They were all incredulous; for no one
+ had ever heard him talk as much in a term as Tom reported him to have done
+ on this one evening.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So it was resolved that he should be taken to task on the subject on the
+ first opportunity; and, as nobody was afraid of him, there was no
+ difficulty in finding a man to bell the cat. Accordingly, at the next wine
+ of the boating set, the Captain had scarcely entered when he was assailed
+ by the host with—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Jervis, Brown says you don't believe a gentleman can lick a cad,
+ unless he is the biggest and strongest of the two.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain, who hated coming out with his beliefs, shrugged his
+ shoulders, sipped his wine, and tried to turn the subject. But, seeing
+ that they were all bent on drawing him out, he was not the man to run from
+ his guns; and so he said quietly:
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No more I do.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Notwithstanding the reverence in which he was held, this saying could not
+ be allowed to pass, and a dozen voices were instantly raised, and a dozen
+ authentic stories told to confute him. He listened patiently, and then,
+ seeing he was in for it, said:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never mind fighting. Try something else; cricket, for instance. The
+ players generally beat the gentlemen, don't they?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; but they are professionals.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, and we don't often get a university crew which can beat the
+ watermen?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Professionals again.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I believe the markers are the best tennis-players, ain't
+ they?&rdquo; persevered the Captain; &ldquo;and I generally find keepers
+ and huntsmen shooting and riding better than their master's, don't
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But that's not fair. All the cases you put are those of men who
+ have nothing else to do, who live by the things gentlemen only take up for
+ pleasure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I only say that the cads, as you call them, manage, somehow or
+ another, to do them best,&rdquo; said the Captain.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How about the army and navy? The officers always lead.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there they're all professionals, at any rate,&rdquo; said the
+ Captain. &ldquo;I admit that the officers lead; but the men follow pretty
+ close. And in a forlorn hope there are fifty men to one officer, after
+ all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But they must be led. The men will never go without an officer to
+ lead.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's the officers' business to lead, I know; and they do it. But
+ you won't find the best judges talking as if the men wanted much leading.
+ Read Napier: the finest story in his book is of the sergeant who gave his
+ life for his boy officer's—your namesake, Brown—at the Coa.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I never thought to hear you crying down gentlemen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm not crying down gentlemen,&rdquo; said the Captain. &ldquo;I
+ only say that a gentleman's flesh and blood, and brains, are just the
+ same, and no better than another man's. He has all the chances on his side
+ in the way of training, and pretty near all the prizes; so it would be
+ hard if he didn't do most things better than poor men. But give them the
+ chance of training, and they will tread on his heels soon enough. That's
+ all I say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ That was all, certainly, that the Captain said, and then relapsed into his
+ usual good-tempered monosyllabic state; from which all the eager talk of
+ the men, who took up the cudgels naturally enough for their own class, and
+ talked themselves before the wine broke up into a renewed consciousness of
+ their natural superiority, failed again to rouse him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was, in fact, the Captain's weak point, if he had one. He had strong
+ beliefs himself; one of the strongest of which was, that nobody could be
+ taught anything except by his own experience; so he never, or very rarely,
+ exercised his own personal influence, but just quietly went on his own
+ way, and let other men go theirs. Another of his beliefs was, that there
+ was no man or thing in the world too bad to be tolerated; faithfully
+ acting up to which belief, the Captain himself tolerated persons and
+ things intolerable.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Bearing which facts in mind, the reader will easily guess the result of
+ the application which the crew duly made to him the day after Miller's
+ back was turned. He simply said that the training they proposed would not
+ be enough, and that he himself should take all who chose to go down, to
+ Abingdon twice a week. From that time there were many defaulters; and the
+ spirit of Diogenes groaned within him, as day after day the crew had to be
+ filled up from the torpid or by watermen. Drysdale would ride down to
+ Sandford, meeting the boat on its way up, and then take his place for the
+ pull up to Oxford, while his groom rode his horse up to Folly bridge to
+ meet him. There he would mount again and ride off to Bullingdon, or to the
+ Isis, or Quentin, or other social meeting equally inimical to good
+ training. Blake often absented himself three days in a week, and other men
+ once or twice.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From considering which facts, Tom came to understand the difference
+ between his two heroes; their strong likeness in many points he had seen
+ from the first. They were alike in truthfulness, bravery, bodily strength,
+ and in most of their opinions. But Jervis worried himself about nothing,
+ and let all men and things alone, in the belief that the world was not
+ going so very wrong, or would right itself somehow without him. Hardy, on
+ the other hand, was consuming his heart over everything that seemed to him
+ to be going wrong in himself and round about him—in the college, in
+ Oxford, in England, in the ends of the earth, and never letting slip a
+ chance of trying to set right, here a thread, and there a thread. A
+ self-questioning, much enduring man; a slayer of dragons himself, and one
+ with whom you could not live much without getting uncomfortably aware of
+ the dragons which you also had to slay.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ What wonder that, apart altogether from the difference in their social
+ position, the one man was ever becoming more and more popular, while the
+ other was left more and more to himself. There are few of us at Oxford, or
+ elsewhere, who do not like to see a man living a brave and righteous life,
+ so long as he keeps clear of us; and still fewer who <i>do</i> like to be
+ in constant contact with one who, not content with so living himself, is
+ always coming across them, and laying bare to them their own
+ faint-heartedness, and sloth, and meanness. The latter, no doubt, inspires
+ the deeper feeling, and lays hold with a firmer grip of the men he does
+ lay hold of, but they are few. For men can't always keep up to high
+ pressure till they have found firm ground to build upon, altogether
+ outside of themselves; and it is hard to be thankful and fair to those who
+ are showing us time after time that our foothold is nothing but shifting
+ sand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The contrast between Jervis and Hardy now began to force itself daily more
+ and more on our hero's attention.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From the night of the town and gown row, &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; became
+ a regular haunt of the crew, who were taken there under the guidance of
+ Tom and Drysdale the next day. Not content with calling there on his way
+ from the boats, there was seldom an evening now that Tom did not manage to
+ drop in and spend an hour there.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When one is very much bent on doing a thing, it is generally easy enough
+ to find very good reasons, or excuses at any rate, for it; and whenever
+ any doubts crossed Tom's mind, he silenced them by the reflection that the
+ time he spent at &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; would otherwise have been
+ devoted to wine parties or billiards; and it was not difficult to persuade
+ himself that his present occupation was the more wholesome of the two. He
+ could not, however, feel satisfied till he had mentioned his change in
+ life to Hardy. This he found a much more embarrassing matter than he
+ fancied it would be. But, after one or two false starts, he managed to get
+ out that he had found the best glass of ale in Oxford, at a quiet little
+ public on the way to the boats, kept by the most perfect of widows, with a
+ factotum of an ostler, who was a regular character, and that he went there
+ most evenings for an hour or so. Wouldn't Hardy come some night?
+ </p>
+ <p>No, Hardy couldn't spare the time.</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt rather relieved at this answer; but, nevertheless went on to urge
+ the excellence of the ale as a further inducement.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't believe it's half so good as our college beer, and I'll be
+ bound it's half as dear again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only a penny a pint dearer,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;that won't ruin
+ you,—all the crew go there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If I were the Captain,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;I wouldn't let you
+ run about drinking ale at night after wine parties. Does he know about
+ it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and goes there himself often on the way from the boats,&rdquo;
+ said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And at night, too?&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;but I don't go there after drinking
+ wine; I haven't been to a wine these ten days, at least not for more than
+ five minutes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, sound ale is better than Oxford wine,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ &ldquo;if you must drink something;&rdquo; and so the subject dropped.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And Tom went away satisfied that Hardy had not disapproved of his new
+ habit. It certainly occurred to him that he had omitted all mention of the
+ pretty barmaid in his enumeration of the attractions of &ldquo;The
+ Choughs,&rdquo; but he set down to mere accident; it was a slip which he
+ would set right in their next talk. But that talk never came, and the
+ subject was not again mentioned between them. In fact, to tell the truth,
+ Tom's visits to his friend's rooms in the evenings became shorter and less
+ frequent as &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; absorbed more and more of his time.
+ He made excuses to himself, that Hardy must be glad of more time, and
+ would be only bored if he kept dropping in every night, now that the
+ examination for degree was so near; that he was sure he drove Grey away,
+ who would be of much more use to Hardy just now. These, and many other
+ equally plausible reasons, suggested themselves whenever his conscience
+ smote him for his neglect, as it did not seldom. But he always managed to
+ satisfy himself somehow, without admitting the real fact, that these
+ visits were no longer what they had been to him; that a gulf had sprung
+ up, and was widening day by day between him and the only friend who would
+ have had the courage and honesty to tell him the truth about his new
+ pursuit. Meantime Hardy was much pained at the change in his friend, which
+ <i>he</i> saw quickly enough, and often thought over it with a sigh as he
+ sat at his solitary tea. He set it down to his own dullness, to the number
+ of new friends such a sociable fellow as Tom was sure to make, and who, of
+ course, would take up more and more of his time; and, if he felt a little
+ jealousy every now and then, put it resolutely back, struggling to think
+ no evil, or if there were any, to lay it on his own shoulders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Cribbage is a most virtuous and respectable game, and yet scarcely, one
+ would think, possessing in itself sufficient attractions to keep a young
+ gentleman in his twentieth year tied to the board, and going through the
+ quaint calculation night after night of &ldquo;fifteen two, fifteen four,
+ two for his nob, and one for his heels.&rdquo; The old lady of &ldquo;The
+ Choughs&rdquo; liked nothing so much as her game of cribbage in the
+ evenings, and the board lay ready on the little table by her elbow in the
+ cozy bar, a sure stepping-stone to her good graces. Tom somehow became an
+ enthusiast in cribbage, and would always loiter behind his companions for
+ his quiet game; chatting pleasantly while the old lady cut and shuffled
+ the dirty pack, striving keenly for the nightly stake of sixpence, which
+ he seldom failed to lose, and laughingly wrangling with her over the last
+ points in the game which decided the transfer of the two sixpences (duly
+ posted in the snuffer-tray beside the cribbage-board) into his waistcoat
+ pocket or her bag, until she would take off her spectacles to wipe them,
+ and sink back in her chair exhausted with the pleasing excitement.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Such an odd taste as it seemed, too, a bystander might reasonably have
+ thought, when he might have been employing his time so much more
+ pleasantly in the very room. For, flitting in and out of the bar during
+ the game, and every now and then stooping over the old lady's shoulder to
+ examine her hand, and exchange knowing looks with her, was the lithe
+ little figure of Miss Patty, with her oval race, and merry eyes, and
+ bright brown hair, and jaunty little cap, with fresh blue ribbons of the
+ shade of the St. Ambrose colors. However, there is no accounting for
+ tastes, and it is fortunate that some like apples and some onions. It may
+ possibly be, too, that Miss Patty did not feel herself neglected, or did
+ not care about attention. Perhaps she may not have been altogether
+ unconscious that every least motion and word of hers was noticed, even
+ when the game was at its keenest. At any rate, it was clear enough that
+ she and Tom were on the best terms, though she always took her aunt's part
+ vehemently in any little dispute which arose, and sometimes even came to
+ the rescue at the end, and recaptured the vanished sixpences out of the
+ wrongful grasp which he generally laid on them the moment the old lady
+ held out her hand and pronounced the word &ldquo;game.&rdquo; One knows
+ that size has little to do with strength, or one might have wondered that
+ her little hands should have been able to open his fingers so surely one
+ by one, though he seemed to do all he could to keep them shut. But, after
+ all, if he really thought he had a right to the money, he had always time
+ to put it in his pocket at once, instead of keeping his clenched hand on
+ the table, and arguing about it till she had time to get up to the succour
+ of her aunt.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0014"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XIII—THE FIRST BUMP</h2>
+ <h3>&ldquo;What's the time, Smith?&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Half-past three, old fellow,&rdquo; answered Diogenes, looking at
+ his watch.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I never knew a day go so slowly,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;isn't it
+ time to go down to the boats?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not by two hours and more, old fellow—can't you take a book, or
+ something to keep you quiet? You won't be fit for anything by six o'clock,
+ if you go on worrying like this.&rdquo; And so Diogenes turned himself to
+ his flute, and blew away to all appearances as composedly as if it had
+ been the first week of term, though, if the truth must be told, it was all
+ he could do not to get up and wander about in a feverish and distracted
+ state, for Tom's restlessness infected him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Diogenes' whole heart was in the college boat; and so, though he had
+ pulled dozens of races in his time, he was almost as nervous as a freshman
+ on this the first day of the races. Tom, all unconscious of the secret
+ discomposure of the other, threw himself into a chair and looked at him
+ with wonder and envy. The flute went &ldquo;toot, toot, toot,&rdquo; till
+ he could stand it no longer. So he got up and went to the window, and,
+ leaning out, looked up and down the street for some minutes in a
+ purposeless sort of fashion, staring hard at everybody and everything, but
+ unconscious all the time that he was doing so. He would not have been able
+ in fact, to answer Diogenes a word, had not that worthy inquired of him
+ what he had seen, when he presently drew in his head and returned to his
+ fidgety ramblings about the room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How hot the sun is! but there's a stiff breeze from the south-east.
+ I hope it will go down before the evening, don't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, this wind will make it very rough below the Gut. Mind you
+ feather high now at starting.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I hope to goodness I sha'n't catch a crab,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't think about it, old fellow; that's your best plan.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I can't think of anything else,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;What
+ the deuce is the good of telling a fellow not to think about it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Diogenes apparently had nothing particular to reply, for he put his flute
+ to his mouth again; and at the sound of the &ldquo;toot, toot&rdquo; Tom
+ caught up his gown and fled into the quadrangle.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The crew had had their early dinner of steaks and chops, stale bread, and
+ a glass and a half of old beer a piece at two o'clock, in the Captain's
+ rooms. The current theory of training at that time was—as much meat as you
+ could eat, the more underdone the better, and the smallest amount of drink
+ upon which you could manage to live. Two pints in the twenty-four hours
+ was all that most boat's crews that pretended to train at all were
+ allowed, and for the last fortnight it had been the nominal allowance of
+ the St. Ambrose crew. The discomfort of such a diet in the hot summer
+ months, when you were at the same time taking regular and violent
+ exercise, was something very serious. Outraged human nature rebelled
+ against it; and though they did not admit it in public, there were very
+ few men who did not rush to their water bottles for relief, more or less
+ often, according to the development of their bumps of conscientiousness
+ and obstinacy. To keep to the diet at all strictly involved a very
+ respectable amount of physical endurance. Our successors have found out
+ the unwisdom of this, as of other old superstitions; and that in order to
+ get a man into training for a boat-race now-a-days, it is not of the first
+ importance to keep him in a constant state of consuming thirst, and the
+ restlessness of body and sharpness of temper which thirst generally
+ induces.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom appreciated the honor of being in the boat in his first year so
+ keenly, that he had almost managed to keep to his training allowance, and
+ consequently, now that the eventful day had arrived, was in a most
+ uncomfortable frame of body and disagreeable frame of mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He fled away from Diogenes' flute, but found no rest. He tried Drysdale.
+ That hero was lying on his back on his sofa playing with Jack, and only
+ increased Tom's thirst and soured his temper by the viciousness of his
+ remarks on boating, and everything and person connected therewith; above
+ all, on Miller, who had just come up, had steered them the day before, and
+ pronounced the crew generally, and Drysdale in particular, &ldquo;not half
+ trained.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Blake's oak was sported, as usual. Tom looked in at the Captain's door,
+ but found him hard at work reading, and so carried himself off; and, after
+ a vain hunt after others of the crew, and even trying to sit down and
+ read, first a novel, then a play of Shakespeare, with no success whatever,
+ wandered away out of the college, and found himself in five minutes, by a
+ natural and irresistible attraction, on the university barge.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There were half a dozen men or so reading the papers, and a group or two
+ discussing the coming races. Amongst other things the chances of St.
+ Ambrose's making a bump the first night were weighed. Every one joining in
+ praising the stroke, but there were great doubts whether the crew could
+ live up to it. Tom carried himself on to the top of the barge to get out
+ of hearing, for listening made his heart beat and his throat drier than
+ ever. He stood on the top and looked right away down to the Gut, the
+ strong wind blowing his gown about. Not even a pair oar was to be seen;
+ the great event of the evening made the river a solitude at this time of
+ day. Only one or two skiffs were coming home, impelled by reading men, who
+ took their constitutionals on the water, and were coming in to be in time
+ for afternoon chapel. The fastest and best of these soon came near enough
+ for Tom to recognize Hardy's stroke; so he left the barge and went down to
+ meet the servitor at his landing, and accompanied him to the St. Ambrose
+ dressing-room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, how do you feel for the race to-night?&rdquo; said Hardy, as
+ he dried his neck and face, which he had been sluicing with cold water,
+ looking as hardy and bright as a racer on Derby day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, wretched! I'm afraid I shall break down&rdquo; said Tom, and
+ pouring out some of his doubts and miseries. Hardy soon comforted him
+ greatly; and by the time they were half across Christchurch meadow, he was
+ quite in heart again. For he knew how well Hardy understood rowing, and
+ what a sound judge he was; and it was therefore cheering to hear that he
+ thought they were certainly the second best, if not the best boat on the
+ river; and that they would be sure to make some bumps unless they had
+ accidents.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But that's just what I fear so,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I'm afraid
+ I shall make some awful blunder.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not you!&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;only remember. Don't you fancy
+ you can pull the boat by yourself, and go to trying to do it. There's
+ where young oars fail. If you keep thorough good time you'll be pretty
+ sure to be doing your share of work. Time is everything, almost.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll be sure to think of that,&rdquo; said Tom; and they entered
+ St. Ambrose just as the chapel bell was going down; and he went to chapel
+ and then to hall, sitting by and talking for companionship while the rest
+ dined.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so at last the time slipped away, and the Captain and Miller mustered
+ them at the gates and walked off to the boats. A dozen other crews were
+ making their way in the same direction, and half the undergraduates of
+ Oxford streamed along with them. The banks of the river were crowded; and
+ the punts plied rapidly backwards and forwards, carrying loads of men over
+ to the Berkshire side. The university barge, and all the other barges,
+ were decked with flags, and the band was playing lively airs as the St.
+ Ambrose crew reached the scene of action.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ No time was lost in the dressing-room, and in two minutes they were all
+ standing in flannel trousers and silk jerseys at the landing-place.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You had better keep your jackets on,&rdquo; said the Captain;
+ &ldquo;we sha'n't be off yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There goes Brazen-nose.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;They look like work, don't they?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The black and yellow seems to slip along so fast. They're no end of
+ good colors. I wish our new boat was black.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang her colors, if she's only stiff in the back, and don't
+ dip.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, she didn't dip yesterday; at least, the men on the bank said
+ so.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There go Baliol, and Oriel, and University.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;By Jove, we shall be late! Where's Miller?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;In the shed, getting the boat out. Look, here's Exeter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The talk of the crew was silenced for the moment as every man looked
+ eagerly at the Exeter boat. The Captain nodded to Jervis with a grim smile
+ as they paddled gently by.
+ </p>
+ <p>Then the talk began again, &ldquo;How do you think she goes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not so badly. They're very strong in the middle of the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not a bit of it; it's all lumber.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'll see. They're better trained than we are. They look as fine
+ as stars.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So they ought. They've pulled seven miles to our five for the last
+ month, I'm sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then we sha'n't bump them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you know that the value of products consist in the quantity
+ of labor which goes to produce them? Product pace over course from Iffley
+ up. Labor expended, Exeter 7; St. Ambrose, 5. You see it is not in the
+ nature of things that we should bump them—Q.E.D.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What moonshine! as if ten miles behind their stroke are worth two
+ behind Jervis!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear fellow, it isn't my moonshine; you must settle the matter
+ with the philosophers. I only apply a universal law to a particular
+ case.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, unconscious of the pearls of economic lore which were being poured
+ out for the benefit of the crew, was watching the Exeter eight as it
+ glided away towards the Cherwell. He thought they seemed to keep horribly
+ good time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Halloa, Drysdale; look, there's Jack going across in one of the
+ punts.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course it is. You don't suppose he would go down to see the
+ race.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why won't Miller let us start? Almost all the boats are off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's plenty of time. We may just as well be up here as dawdling
+ about the bank at Iffley.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We sha'n't go down till the last; Miller never lets us get out down
+ below.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, come; here's the boat, at last.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The new boat now emerged from its shed, guided steadily to where they were
+ standing by Miller and the waterman. Then the coxswain got out and called
+ for bow, who stepped forward.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mind how you step now, there are no bottom boards, said Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I take my jacket?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; you had better all go down in jackets in this wind. I've sent
+ a man down to bring them back. Now two.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Aye, aye!&rdquo; said Drysdale, stepping forward. Then came Tom's
+ turn, and soon the boat was manned.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said Miller, taking his place, &ldquo;are all your
+ stretchers right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I should like a little more grease on my rollocks.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm taking some down; we'll put it on down below. Are you all
+ right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then push her off—gently.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The St. Ambrose boat was almost the last, so there were no punts in the
+ way, or other obstructions; and they swung steadily down past the
+ university barge, the top of which was already covered with spectators.
+ Every man in the boat felt as if the eyes of Europe were on him, and
+ pulled in his very best form. Small groups of gownsmen were scattered
+ along the bank in Christchurch meadow, chiefly dons, who were really
+ interested in the races, but, at that time of day, seldom liked to display
+ enthusiasm enough to cross the water and go down to the starting-place.
+ These sombre groups lighted up here and there by the dresses of a few
+ ladies, who were walking up and down, and watching the boats. At the mouth
+ of the Cherwell were moored two punts, in which reclined at their ease
+ some dozen young gentlemen, smoking; several of these were friends of
+ Drysdale's, and hailed him as the boat passed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a fool I am to be here!&rdquo; he grumbled, in an undertone,
+ casting an envious glance at the punts in their comfortable berth, up
+ under the banks, and out of the wind. &ldquo;I say, Brown, don't you wish
+ we were well past this on the way up?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Silence in the bows?&rdquo; shouted Miller.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You devil, how I hate you!&rdquo; growled Drysdale, half in jest
+ and half in earnest, as they sped along under the willows.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom got more comfortable at every stroke, and by the time they reached the
+ Gut began to hope that he should not have a fit or lose all his strength
+ just at the start, or cut a crab, or come to some other unutterable grief,
+ the fear of which had been haunting him all day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here they are at last!—come along now—keep up with them,&rdquo;
+ said Hardy to Grey, as the boat neared the Gut; and the two trotted along
+ downwards, Hardy watching the crew and Grey watching him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hardy, how eager you look!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'd give twenty pounds to be going to pull in the race.&rdquo; Grey
+ shambled on in silence by the side of his big friend, and wished he could
+ understand what it was that moved him so.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As the boat shot into the Gut from under the cover of the Oxfordshire
+ bank, the wind caught the bows.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Feather high, now,&rdquo; shouted Miller; and then added in a low
+ voice to the Captain, &ldquo;It will be ticklish work, starting in this
+ wind.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Just as bad for all the other boats,&rdquo; answered the Captain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well said, old philosopher!&rdquo; said Miller. &ldquo;It's a
+ comfort to steer you; you never make a fellow nervous. I wonder if you
+ ever felt nervous yourself, now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can't say,&rdquo; said the Captain. &ldquo;Here's our post; we may
+ as well turn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Easy, bow side—now two and four, pull her round—back water, seven
+ and five!&rdquo; shouted the coxswain; and the boat's head swung round,
+ and two or three strokes took her into the bank.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Jack instantly made a convulsive attempt to board, but was sternly
+ repulsed, and tumbled backwards into the water.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hark!—the first gun. The report sent Tom's heart into his mouth again.
+ Several of the boats pushed off at once into the stream; and the crowds of
+ men on the bank began to be agitated, as it were, by the shadow of the
+ coming excitement. The St. Ambrose crew fingered their oars, put a last
+ dash of grease on their rollocks, and settled their feet against the
+ stretchers.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall we push her off?&rdquo; asked &ldquo;bow.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I can give you another minute,&rdquo; said Miller, who was
+ sitting, watch in hand, in the stern, &ldquo;only be smart when I give the
+ word.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain turned on his seat, and looked up the boat. His face was
+ quiet, but full of confidence, which seemed to pass from him into the
+ crew. Tom felt calmer and stronger, he met his eye. &ldquo;Now mind, boys,
+ don't quicken,&rdquo; he said, cheerily; &ldquo;four short strokes, to get
+ way on her, and then steady. Here, pass up the lemon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And he took a sliced lemon out of his pocket, put a small piece into his
+ own mouth, and then handed it to Blake, who followed his example, and
+ passed it on. Each man took a piece; and just as &ldquo;bow&rdquo; had
+ secured the end, Miller called out—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Now, jackets off, and get her head out steadily.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The jackets were thrown on shore, and gathered up by the boatmen in
+ attendance. The crew poised their oars, No. 2 pushing out her head, and
+ the Captain doing the same for the stern. Miller took the starting-rope in
+ his hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How the wind catches her stern,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;here, pay
+ out the rope, one of you. No, not you—some fellow with a strong hand. Yes,
+ you'll do,&rdquo; he went on, as Hardy stepped down the bank and took hold
+ of the rope; &ldquo;let me have it foot by foot as I want it. Not too
+ quick; make the most of it—that'll do. Two and three dip your oars in to
+ give her way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The rope paid out steadily, and the boat settled to her place. But now the
+ wind rose again, and the stern drifted towards the bank.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You <i>must</i> back her a bit, Miller, and keep her a little
+ further out, or our oars on stroke side will catch the bank.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I see; curse the wind. Back her, one stroke all. Back her, I
+ say!&rdquo; shouted Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It is no easy matter to get a crew to back her an inch just now,
+ particularly as there are in her two men who have never rowed a race
+ before, except in the torpids, and one who has never rowed a race in his
+ life.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ However, back she comes; the starting-rope slackens in Miller's left hand,
+ and the stroke, unshipping his oar, pushes the stern gently out again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There goes the second gun! one short minute more, and we are off. Short
+ minute, indeed! you wouldn't say so if you were in the boat, with your
+ heart in your mouth, and trembling all over like a man with the palsy.
+ Those sixty seconds before the starting gun in your first race—why, they
+ are a little life-time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, we are drifting in again,&rdquo; said Miller, in horror.
+ The Captain looked grim, but said nothing; it was too late now for him to
+ be unshipping again. &ldquo;Here, catch hold of the long boat-hook, and
+ fend her off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy, to whom this was addressed, seized the boat-hook, and, standing
+ with one foot in the water, pressed the end of the boat-hook against the
+ gunwale, at the full stretch of his arm, and so by main force, kept the
+ stern out. There was just room for stroke oars to dip, and that was all.
+ The starting-rope was as taut as a harp-string; will Miller's left hand
+ hold out?
+ </p>
+ <p id='linkimage-0004'></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0170.jpg" alt="0170 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0170.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p>
+ It is an awful moment. But the coxswain, though almost dragged backwards
+ off his seat, is equal to the occasion. He holds his watch in his right
+ hand with the tiller rope.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Eight seconds more only. Look out for the flash. Remember, all eyes
+ in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There it comes, at last—the flash of the starting gun. Long before the
+ sound of the report can roll up the river, the whole pent-up life and
+ energy which has been held in leash, as it were, for the last six minutes,
+ is let loose, and breaks away with a bound and a dash which he who has
+ felt it will remember for his life, but the like of which, will he ever
+ feel again? The starting-ropes drop from the coxswains' hands, the oars
+ flash into the water, and gleam on the feather, the spray flies from them,
+ and the boats leap forward.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The crowds on the bank scatter, and rush along, each keeping as near as it
+ may be to its own boat. Some of the men on the towing path, some on the
+ very edge of, often in, the water—some slightly in advance, as if they
+ could help to drag their boat forward—some behind, where they can see the
+ pulling better—but all at full speed, in wild excitement, and shouting at
+ the top of their voices to those on whom the honor of the college is laid.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well pulled, all!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Pick her up there, five!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You're gaining, every stroke!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Time in the bows!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Bravo, St. Ambrose!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ On they rushed by the side of the boats, jostling one another, stumbling,
+ struggling, and panting along.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For a quarter of a mile along the bank the glorious maddening hurly-burly
+ extends, and rolls up the side of the stream.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For the first ten strokes Tom was in too great fear of making a mistake to
+ feel or hear or see. His whole soul was glued to the back of the man
+ before him, his one thought to keep time, and get his strength into the
+ stroke. But as the crew settled down into the well known long sweep, what
+ we may call consciousness returned; and while every muscle in his body was
+ straining, and his chest heaved, and his heart leapt, every nerve seemed
+ to be gathering new life, and his senses to wake into unwonted acuteness.
+ He caught the scent of the wild thyme in the air, and found room in his
+ brain to wonder how it could have got there, as he had never seen the
+ plant near the river, or smelt it before. Though his eye never wandered
+ from the back of Diogenes, he seemed to see all things at once. The boat
+ behind, which seemed to be gaining—it was all he could do to prevent
+ himself from quickening on the stroke as he fancied that—the eager face of
+ Miller, with his compressed lips, and eyes fixed so earnestly ahead that
+ Tom could almost feel the glance passing over his right shoulder; the
+ flying banks and the shouting crowd; see them with his bodily eyes he
+ could not, but he knew nevertheless that Grey had been upset and nearly
+ rolled down the bank into the water in the first hundred yards, that Jack
+ was bounding and scrambling and barking along by the very edge of the
+ stream; above all, he was just as well aware as if he had been looking at
+ it, of a stalwart form in cap and gown, bounding along, brandishing the
+ long boat-hook, and always keeping just opposite the boat; and amid all
+ the Babel of voices, and the dash and pulse of the stroke, and the
+ laboring of his own breathing, he heard Hardy's voice coming to him again
+ and again, and clear as if there had been no other sound in the air,
+ &ldquo;Steady, two! steady! well pulled! steady, steady!&rdquo; The voice
+ seemed to give him strength and keep him to his work. And what work it
+ was! he had had many a hard pull in the last six weeks, but &ldquo;never
+ aught like this.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But it can't last for ever; men's muscles are not steel, or their lungs
+ bull's hide, and hearts can't go on pumping a hundred miles an hour
+ without bursting. The St. Ambrose's boat is well away from the boat
+ behind, there is a great gap between the accompanying crowds; and now, as
+ they near the Gut, she hangs for a moment or two in hand, though the roar
+ from the bank grows louder and louder, and Tom is already aware that the
+ St. Ambrose crowd is melting into the one ahead of them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We must be close to Exeter!&rdquo; The thought flashes into him,
+ and it would seem into the rest of the crew at the same moment. For, all
+ at once, the strain seems taken off their arms again; there is no more
+ drag; she springs to the stroke as she did at the start; and Miller's face
+ which had darkened for a few seconds, lightens up again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miller's face and attitude are a study. Coiled up into the smallest
+ possible space, his chin almost resting on his knees, his hands close to
+ his sides, firmly but lightly feeling the rudder, as a good horseman
+ handles the mouth of a free-going hunter,—if a coxswain could make a bump
+ by his own exertions, surely he will do it. No sudden jerks of the St.
+ Ambrose rudder will you see, watch as you will from the bank; the boat
+ never hangs through fault of his, but easily and gracefully rounds every
+ point. &ldquo;You're gaining! you're gaining!&rdquo; he now and then
+ mutters to the Captain, who responds with a wink, keeping his breath for
+ other matters. Isn't he grand, the Captain, as he comes forward like
+ lightening, stroke after stroke, his back flat, his teeth set, his whole
+ frame working from the hips with the regularity of a machine? As the space
+ still narrows, the eyes of the fiery little coxswain flash with
+ excitement, but he is far too good a judge to hurry the final effort
+ before victory is safe in his grasp.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two crowds mingle now, and no mistake; and the shouts come all in a
+ heap over the water. &ldquo;Now, St. Ambrose, six strokes more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Now, Exeter, you're gaining; pick her up.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Mind the Gut, Exeter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bravo, St. Ambrose.&rdquo; The water rushes by, still eddying from
+ the strokes of the boat ahead. Tom fancies now that he can hear their
+ oars, and the working of their rudder, and the voice of their coxswain. In
+ another moment both boats are in the Gut, and a perfect storm of shouts
+ reaches them from the crowd, as it rushes madly off to the left of the
+ footbridge, amidst which &ldquo;Oh, well steered, well steered, St.
+ Ambrose!&rdquo; is the prevailing cry. Then Miller, motionless as a statue
+ till now, lifts his right hand and whirls the tassel round his head;
+ &ldquo;Give it her now, boys; six strokes and we are into them.&rdquo; Old
+ Jervis lays down that great broad back, and lashes his oar through the
+ water with the might of a giant, the crew caught him up in another stroke,
+ the tight new boat answers to the spurt, and Tom feels a little shock
+ behind him, and then a grating sound, as Miller shouts &ldquo;Unship oars,
+ bow and three,&rdquo; and the nose of the St. Ambrose boat glides quietly
+ up the side of the Exeter, till it touches their stroke oar.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Take care what you're coming to.&rdquo; It is the coxswain of the
+ bumped boat who speaks.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, looking round, finds himself within a foot or two of him; and, being
+ utterly unable to contain his joy, and unwilling to exhibit it before the
+ eyes of a gallant rival, turns away towards the shore, and begins
+ telegraphing to Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now then, what are you at there in the bows? Cast her off quick.
+ Come, look alive! Push across at once out of the way of the other
+ boats.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I congratulate you, Jervis,&rdquo; says the Exeter stroke as the
+ St. Ambrose boat shot past him. &ldquo;Do it again next race and I sha'n't
+ care.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We were within three lengths of Brazen-nose when we bumped,&rdquo;
+ says the all-observant Miller in a low voice.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right,&rdquo; answers the Captain; &ldquo;Brazen-nose isn't so
+ strong as usual. We sha'n't have much trouble there, but a tough job up
+ above, I take it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Brazen-nose was better steered than Exeter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They muffed it in the Gut, eh?&rdquo; said the Captain. &ldquo;I
+ thought so by the shouts.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, we were pressing them a little down below, and their coxswain
+ kept looking over his shoulder. He was in the Gut before he knew it, and
+ had to pull his left hand hard or they would have fouled the Oxfordshire
+ corner. That stopped their way, and in we went.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Bravo; and how well we started too.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, thanks to that Hardy. It was touch and go though; I couldn't
+ have held that rope two seconds more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How did our fellows work; she dragged a good deal below the
+ Gut.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miller looked somewhat serious, but even he cannot be finding fault just
+ now. For the first step is gained, the first victory won; and, as Homer
+ sometimes nods, so Miller relaxes the sternness of his rule. The crew, as
+ soon as they have found their voices again, laugh and talk, and answer the
+ congratulations of their friends, as the boat slips along close to the
+ towing path on the Berks side, &ldquo;easy all,&rdquo; almost keeping pace
+ nevertheless with the lower boats, which are racing up under the willows
+ on the Oxfordshire side. Jack, after one or two feints, makes a frantic
+ bound into the water, and is hauled dripping into the boat by Drysdale,
+ unchid by Miller, but to the intense disgust of Diogenes, whose pantaloons
+ and principles are alike outraged by the proceeding. He—the Cato of the
+ oar—scorns to relax the strictness of his code even after victory won.
+ Neither word nor look does he cast to the exhulting St. Ambrosians on the
+ bank; a twinkle in his eye and a subdued chuckle or two, alone betray that
+ though an oarsman he is mortal. Already he revolves in his mind the
+ project of an early walk under a few pea-coats, not being quite satisfied
+ (conscientious old boy!) that he tried his stretcher enough in that final
+ spurt, and thinking that there must be an extra pound of flesh on him
+ somewhere or other which did the mischief.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Brown,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;how do you feel?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I never felt jollier in my
+ life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, though, it was an awful grind; didn't you wish yourself
+ well out of it below the Gut?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, nor you either.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Didn't I? I was awfully baked, my throat is like a limekiln yet.
+ What did you think about?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, about keeping time, I think,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;but I
+ can't remember much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I only kept on by thinking how I hated those devils in the Exeter
+ boat, and how done up they must be, and hoping their No. 2 felt like
+ having a fit.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this moment they came opposite the Cherwell. The leading boat was just
+ passing the winning-post, off the university barge, and the band struck up
+ the &ldquo;Conquering Hero,&rdquo; with a crash. And while a mighty sound
+ of shouts, murmurs, and music went up into the evening sky, Miller shook
+ the tiller-ropes again, the Captain shouted, &ldquo;Now then, pick her
+ up,&rdquo; and the St. Ambrose boat shot up between the swarming banks at
+ racing pace to her landing-place, the lion of the evening.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Dear readers of the gentler sex! you, I know, will pardon the enthusiasm
+ which stirs our pulses, now in sober middle age, as we call up again the
+ memories of this the most exciting sport of our boyhood (for we were but
+ boys then, after all). You will pardon, though I fear hopelessly unable to
+ understand, the above sketch; your sons and brothers will tell you it
+ could not have been less technical.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For you, male readers, who have never handled an oar,—what shall I say to
+ you? You at least, I hope, in some way—in other contests of one kind or
+ another—have felt as we felt, and have striven as we strove. You
+ <i>ought</i> to understand and sympathize with us in all our boating
+ memories. Oh, how fresh and sweet they are! Above all, that one of the gay
+ little Henley town, the carriage-crowded bridge, the noble river reach,
+ the giant poplars, which mark the critical point of the course—the roaring
+ column of &ldquo;undergrads,&rdquo; light blue and dark purple, Cantab and
+ Oxonian, alike and yet how different,—hurling along together, and hiding
+ the towing-path—the clang of Henley church-bells—the cheering, the waving
+ of embroidered handkerchiefs, and glancing of bright eyes, the
+ ill-concealed pride of fathers, open delight and exultation of mothers and
+ sisters—the levee in the town-hall when the race was rowed, the great cup
+ full of champagne (inn champagne, but we were not critical)—the chops, the
+ steaks, the bitter beer—but we run into anti-climax—remember, we were boys
+ then, and bear with us if you cannot sympathize.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And you, old companions, [Greek text] thranitai, benchers, (of the gallant
+ eight-oar), now seldom met, but never-forgotten, lairds, squires,
+ soldiers, merchants, lawyers, grave J.P.'s, graver clergymen, gravest
+ bishops (for of two bishops at least does our brotherhood boast), I turn
+ for a moment, from my task, to reach to you the right hand of fellowship
+ from these pages, and empty the solemn pewter—trophy of hard-won
+ victory—to your health and happiness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Surely none the worse Christians and citizens are ye for your involuntary
+ failing of muscularity!
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0015"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XIV—A CHANGE IN THE CREW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT</h2>
+ <p>
+ It was on a Saturday that the St. Ambrose boat made the first bump,
+ described in our last chapter. On the next Saturday, the day-week after
+ the first success, at nine o'clock in the evening, our hero was at the
+ door of Hardy's rooms. He just stopped for one moment outside, with his
+ hand on the lock, looking a little puzzled, but withal pleased, and then
+ opened the door and entered. The little estrangement which there had been
+ between them for some weeks, had passed away since the races had begun.
+ Hardy had thrown himself into the spirit of them so thoroughly, that he
+ had not only regained all his hold on Tom, but had warmed up the whole
+ crew in his favour, and had mollified the martinet Miller himself. It was
+ he who had managed the starting-rope in every race, and his voice from the
+ towing path had come to be looked upon as a safe guide for clapping on or
+ rowing steady. Even Miller, autocrat as he was, had come to listen for it,
+ in confirmation of his own judgment, before calling on the crew for the
+ final effort.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom had recovered his old footing in the servitor's rooms; and when he
+ entered on the night in question did so with the bearing of an intimate
+ friend. Hardy's tea commons were on one end of the table as usual, and he
+ was sitting at the other poring over a book. Tom marched straight up to
+ him, and leant over his shoulder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, here you are at the perpetual grind,&rdquo; he said.
+ &ldquo;Come; shut up, and give me some tea; I want to talk to you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Hardy looked up with a grim smile.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you up to a cup of tea?&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;look here, I was
+ just reminded of you fellows. Shall I construe for you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+He pointed with his finger to the open page of the book he was
+reading. It was the Knights of Aristophanes, and Tom, leaning
+over his shoulder, read,—
+
+ [Greek text] chata chathixion malachoz ina meh tribehz tehn en
+Salamint, &amp;c.
+</pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ After meditating a moment, he burst out; &ldquo;You hardhearted old
+ ruffian! I come here for sympathy, and the first thing you do is to poke
+ fun at me out of your wretched classics. I've a good mind to clear out and
+ not to do my errand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What's a man to do?&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;I hold that it's
+ always better to laugh at fortune. What's the use of repining? You have
+ done famously, and second is a capital place on the river.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Second be hanged!&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;We mean to be
+ first.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I hope we may!&rdquo; said Hardy. &ldquo;I can tell you
+ nobody felt it more than I—not even old Diogenes—when you didn't make your
+ bump to-night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now you talk like a man, and a Saint Ambrosian,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ &ldquo;But what do you think? Shall we ever catch them?&rdquo; and, so
+ saying, he retired to a chair opposite the tea things.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I don't think we ever shall. I'm very
+ sorry to say it, but they are an uncommonly strong lot, and we have a weak
+ place or two in our crew. I don't think we can do more than we did
+ to-night—at least with the present crew.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But if we could get a little more strength we might?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think so. Jervis's stroke is worth two of theirs. A very
+ little more powder would do it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then we must have a little more powder.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ay, but how are we to get it? Who can you put in?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You!&rdquo; said Tom, sitting up. &ldquo;There, now, that's just
+ what I am come about. Drysdale is to go out. Will you pull next race? They
+ all want you to row.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do they?&rdquo; said Hardy, quietly (but Tom could see that his eye
+ sparkled at the notion, though he was too proud to show how much he was
+ pleased); &ldquo;then they had better come and ask me themselves.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you cantankerous old party, they're coming, I can tell
+ you!&rdquo; said Tom in great delight. &ldquo;The Captain just sent me to
+ break ground, and will be here directly himself. I say now, Hardy,&rdquo;
+ he went on, &ldquo;don't you say no. I've set my heart upon it. I'm sure
+ we shall bump them if you pull.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know that,&rdquo; said Hardy, getting up, and beginning to
+ make tea, to conceal the excitement he was in at the idea of rowing;
+ &ldquo;you see I'm not in training.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gammon,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;you're always in training, and you
+ know it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;I can't be in worse than Drysdale.
+ He has been of no use above the Gut these last three nights.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what Miller says,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;and here
+ comes the Captain.&rdquo; There was a knock at the door while he spoke,
+ and Jervis and Miller entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was in a dreadful fidget for the next twenty minutes, and may best be
+ compared to an enthusiastic envoy negotiating a treaty, and suddenly
+ finding his action impeded by the arrival of his principals. Miller was
+ very civil, but not pressing; he seemed to have come more with a view of
+ talking over the present state of things, and consulting upon them, than
+ to enlisting a recruit. Hardy met him more than halfway, and speculated on
+ all sorts of possible issues, without a hint of volunteering himself. But
+ presently Jervis, who did not understand finessing, broke in, and asked
+ Hardy, point blank, to pull in the next race; and when he pleaded want of
+ training, overruled him at once by saying that there was no better
+ training than sculling. So in half an hour all was settled. Hardy was to
+ pull five in the next race, Diogenes was to take Blake's place, at No. 7,
+ and Blake to take Drysdale's oar at No. 2. The whole crew were to go for a
+ long training walk the next day, Sunday, in the afternoon; to go down to
+ Abingdon on Monday, just to get into swing in their new places, and then
+ on Tuesday to abide the fate of war. They had half an hour's pleasant talk
+ over Hardy's tea, and then separated.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I always told you he was our man,&rdquo; said the Captain to
+ Miller, as the walked together to the gates; &ldquo;we want strength, and
+ he is as strong as a horse. You must have seen him sculling yourself.
+ There isn't his match on the river to my mind.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think he'll do,&rdquo; replied Miller; &ldquo;at any rate he
+ can't be worse than Drysdale.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As for Tom and Hardy, it may safely be said that no two men in Oxford went
+ to bed in better spirits that Saturday night than they two.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And now to explain how it came about that Hardy was wanted. Fortune had
+ smiled upon the St. Ambrosians in the two races which succeeded the one in
+ which they had bumped Exeter. They had risen two more places without any
+ very great trouble. Of course, the constituencies on the bank magnified
+ their powers and doings. There never was such a crew, they were quite safe
+ to be head of the river, nothing could live against their pace. So the
+ young oars in the boat swallowed all they heard, thought themselves the
+ finest fellows going, took less and less pains to keep up their condition,
+ and when they got out of earshot of Jervis and Diogenes, were ready to bet
+ two to one that they would bump Oriel the next night, and keep easily head
+ of the river for the rest of the races.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Saturday night came, and brought with it a most useful though unpalatable
+ lesson to the St. Ambrosians. The Oriel boat was manned chiefly by old
+ oars, seasoned in many a race, and not liable to panic when hard pressed.
+ They had a fair, though not a first-rate stroke, and a good coxswain;
+ experts remarked that they were rather too heavy for their boat, and that
+ she dipped a little when they put on anything like a severe spurt; but on
+ the whole they were by no means the sort of crew you could just run into
+ hand over hand. So Miller and Diogenes preached, and so the Ambrosians
+ found out to their cost.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They had the pace of the other boat, and gained as usual a boat's length
+ before the Gut; but, first those two fatal corners were passed, and then
+ other well-remembered spots where former bumps had been made, and still
+ Miller made no sign; on the contrary, he looked gloomy and savage. The St.
+ Ambrosian shouts from the shore too changed from the usual exultant peals
+ into something like a quaver of consternation, while the air was rent with
+ the name and laudations of &ldquo;little Oriel.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Long before the Cherwell Drysdale was completely baked (he had played
+ truant the day before and dined at the Weirs, were he had imbibed much
+ dubious hock), but he from old habit managed to keep time. Tom and the
+ other young oars got flurried, and quickened; the boat dragged, there was
+ no life left in her, and, though they managed just to hold their first
+ advantage, could not put her a foot nearer the stern of the Oriel boat,
+ which glided past the winning-post a clear boat's length ahead of her
+ pursuer, and with a crew much less depressed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Such races must tell on strokes; and even Jervis, who had pulled
+ magnificently throughout, was very much done at the close, and leant over
+ his oar with a swimming in his head, and an approach to faintness, and was
+ scarcely able to see for a minute or so. Miller's indignation knew no
+ bounds, but he bottled it up till he had manoeuvered the crew into their
+ dressing-room by themselves, Jervis having stopped below. Then he did not
+ spare them. &ldquo;They would kill their captain, whose little finger was
+ worth the whole of them; they were disgracing the college; three or four
+ of them had neither heart, head nor pluck.&rdquo; They all felt that this
+ was unjust, for after all had they not brought the boat up to the second
+ place? Poor Diogenes sat in a corner and groaned; he forgot to prefix
+ &ldquo;old fellow&rdquo; to the few observations he made. Blake had great
+ difficulty in adjusting his necktie before the glass; he merely remarked
+ in a pause of the objurgation, &ldquo;In faith, coxswain, these be very
+ bitter words.&rdquo; Tom and most of the others were too much out of heart
+ to resist; but at last Drysdale fired up—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You've no right to be so savage that I can see,&rdquo; he said,
+ suddenly stopping the low whistle in which he was indulging, as he sat on
+ the corner of the table; &ldquo;you seem to think No 2 the weakest out of
+ several weak places in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I do,&rdquo; said Miller.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then this honourable member,&rdquo; said Drysdale, getting off the
+ table, &ldquo;seeing that his humble efforts are unappreciated, thinks it
+ best for the public service to place his resignation in the hands of your
+ coxswainship.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Which my coxswainship is graciously pleased to accept,&rdquo;
+ replied Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hurrah for a roomy punt and a soft cushion next racing night—it's
+ almost worth while to have been rowing all this time, to realize the
+ sensations I shall feel when I see you fellows passing the Cherwell on
+ Tuesday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;<i>Suave est</i>, it's what I'm partial to, <i>mari mango</i>, in
+ the last reach, <i>terra</i>, from the towing path,
+ <i>alterius magnum spectare laborem</i>, to witness the tortures of you
+ wretched beggars in the boat. I'm obliged to translate for Drysdale, who
+ never learned Latin,&rdquo; said Blake, finishing his tie before the
+ glass. There was an awkward silence. Miller was chafing inwardly and
+ running over in his mind what was to be done; and nobody else seemed quite
+ to know what ought to happen next, when the door opened and Jervis came
+ in.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Congratulate me, my Captain,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;I'm well
+ out of it at last.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Jervis &ldquo;pished and pshaw'd&rdquo; a little at hearing what had
+ happened, but his presence acted like oil on the waters. The moment the
+ resignation was named, Tom's thoughts had turned to Hardy. Now was the
+ time—he had such confidence in the man, that the idea of getting him in
+ for next race entirely changed the aspect of affairs to him, and made him
+ feel as &ldquo;bumptious&rdquo; again as he had done in the morning. So
+ with this idea in his head, he hung about till the Captain had made his
+ toilet, and joined himself to him and Miller as they walked up.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, what are we going to do now,&rdquo; said the Captain.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what you have to settle,&rdquo; said Miller; &ldquo;you
+ have been up all the term, and know the men's pulling better than
+ I.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose we must press somebody from the torpid—let me see,
+ there's Burton.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He rolls like a porpoise,&rdquo; interrupted Miller, positively;
+ &ldquo;impossible.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Stewart might do, then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never kept time for three strokes in his life,&rdquo; said Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, there are no better men,&rdquo; said the Captain.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we may lay our account to stopping where we are, if we don't
+ even lose a place,&rdquo; said Miller.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Dust unto dust, what must be, must;</p>
+ <p>
+ If you can't get crumb, you'd best eat crust.&rdquo; said the Captain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's all very well talking coolly now,&rdquo; said Miller,
+ &ldquo;but you'll kill yourself trying to bump, and there are three more
+ nights.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hardy would row if you asked him, I'm sure,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain looked at Miller, who shook his head. &ldquo;I don't think
+ it,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I take him to be a shy bird that won't come to
+ everybody's whistle. We might have had him two years ago, I believe—I wish
+ we had.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I always told you so,&rdquo; said Jervis; &ldquo;at any rate let's
+ try him. He can but say no, and I don't think he will for you see he has
+ been at the starting place every night, and as keen as a freshman all the
+ time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure he won't,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I know he would give
+ anything to pull.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You had better go to his rooms and sound him,&rdquo; said the
+ Captain; &ldquo;Miller and I will follow in half an hour.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>We have already heard how Tom's mission prospered.</p>
+ <p>
+ The next day, at a few moments before two o'clock, the St. Ambrose crew,
+ including Hardy, with Miller (who was a desperate and indefatigable
+ pedestrian), for leader, crossed Magdalen Bridge. At five they returned to
+ college, having done a little over fifteen miles fair heal and toe walking
+ in the interval. The afternoon had been very hot, and Miller chuckled to
+ the Captain, &ldquo;I don't think there will be much trash left in any of
+ them after that. That fellow Hardy is as fine as a race-horse, and, did
+ you see, he never turned a hair all the way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The crew dispersed to their rooms, delighted with the performance now that
+ it was over, and feeling that they were much the better for it, though
+ they all declared it had been harder work than any race they had yet
+ pulled. It would have done a trainer's heart good to have seen them, some
+ twenty minutes afterwards, dropping into hall (where they were allowed to
+ dine on Sundays on the joint), fresh from cold baths, and looking ruddy
+ and clear, and hard enough for anything.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Again on Monday, not a chance was lost. The St. Ambrose boat started soon
+ after one o'clock for Abingdon. They swung steadily down the whole way,
+ and back again to Sandford without a single spurt; Miller generally
+ standing in the stern and preaching above all things steadiness and time.
+ From Sandford up, they were accompanied by half a dozen men or so, who ran
+ up the bank watching them. The struggle for the first place on the river
+ was creating great excitement in the rowing world, and these were some of
+ the most keen connoisseurs, who, having heard that St. Ambrose had changed
+ a man, were on the look-out to satisfy themselves as to how it would work.
+ The general opinion was veering round in favor of Oriel; changes so late
+ in the races, at such a critical moment, were looked upon as very
+ damaging.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Foremost amongst the runners on the bank was a wiry, dark man, with a
+ sanguine complexion, who went with a peculiar long, low stride, keeping
+ his keen eye well on the boat. Just above Kennington Island, Jervis,
+ noticing this particular spectator for the first time, called on the crew,
+ and, quickening his stroke, took them up the reach at racing pace. As they
+ lay in Iffley Lock the dark man appeared above them, and exchanged a few
+ words and a great deal of dumb show with the Captain and Miller, and then
+ disappeared.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From Iffley up they went steadily again. On the whole Miller seemed to be
+ in very good spirits in the dressing room; he thought the boat trimmed
+ better, and went better than she had ever done before, and complimented
+ Blake particularly for the ease with which he had changed sides. They all
+ went up in high spirits, calling on their way at &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo;
+ for one glass of old ale round, which Miller was graciously pleased to
+ allow. Tom never remembered till they were out again that Hardy had never
+ been there before, and felt embarrassed for a moment, but it soon passed
+ off. A moderate dinner and early to bed finished the day, and Miller was
+ justified in his parting remark to the Captain, &ldquo;Well, if we don't
+ win, we can comfort ourselves that we hav'n't dropped a stitch this last
+ two days, at any rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the eventful day arose which Tom, and many others felt was to make or
+ mar St. Ambrose. It was a glorious early-summer day, without a cloud,
+ scarcely a breath of air stirring. &ldquo;We shall have a fair start at
+ any rate,&rdquo; was the general feeling. We have already seen what a
+ throat-drying, nervous business, the morning of a race-day is, and must
+ not go over the same ground more than we can help; so we will imagine the
+ St. Ambrose boat down at the starting place, lying close to the towing
+ path, just before the first gun.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There is a much greater crowd than usual opposite the two first boats. By
+ this time most of the other boats have found their places, for there is
+ not much chance of anything very exciting down below; so, besides the men
+ of Oriel and St. Ambrose (who muster to-night of all sorts, the fastest of
+ the fast and the slowest of the slow having been by this time shamed into
+ something like enthusiasm), many of other colleges, whose boats have no
+ chance of bumping or being bumped, flock to the point of attraction.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you make out what the change is?&rdquo; says a backer of Oriel
+ to his friend in the like predicament.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, they've got a No. 5, don't you see, and, by George, I don't
+ like his looks,&rdquo; answered his friend; &ldquo;awfully long and strong
+ in the arm, and well ribbed up. A devilish awkward customer. I shall go
+ and try to get a hedge.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pooh,&rdquo; says the other, &ldquo;did you ever know one man win a
+ race?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, that I have,&rdquo; says his friend, and walks off toward the
+ Oriel crowd to take five to four on Oriel in half-sovereigns, if he can
+ get it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Now their dark friend of yesterday comes up at a trot, and pulls up close
+ to the Captain, with whom he is evidently dear friends. He is worth
+ looking at, being coxswain of the O. U. B., the best steerer, runner and
+ swimmer in Oxford; amphibious himself and sprung from an amphibious race.
+ His own boat is in no danger, so he has left her to take care of herself.
+ He is on the look-out for recruits for the University crew, and no
+ recruiting sergeant has a sharper eye for the sort of stuff he requires.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What's his name?&rdquo; he says in a low tone to Jervis, giving a
+ jerk with his head towards Hardy. &ldquo;Where did you get him?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hardy,&rdquo; answers the Captain, in the same tone; &ldquo;it's
+ his first night in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I know that,&rdquo; replies the coxswain; &ldquo;I never saw him
+ row before yesterday. He's the fellow who sculls in that brown skiff,
+ isn't he?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, and I think he'll do; keep your eye on him.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The coxswain nods as if he were somewhat of the same mind, and examines
+ Hardy with the eye of a connoisseur, pretty much as the judge at an
+ agricultural show looks at the prize bull. Hardy is tightening the strop
+ of his stretcher, and all-unconscious of the compliments which are being
+ paid him. The great authority seems satisfied with his inspection, grins,
+ rubs his hands, and trots off to the Oriel boat to make comparisons.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Just as the first gun is heard, Grey sidles nervously to the front of the
+ crowd as if he were doing something very audacious, and draws Hardy's
+ attention, exchanging sympathizing nods with him, but saying nothing, for
+ he knows not what to say, and then disappearing again in the crowd.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hallo, Drysdale, is that you?&rdquo; says Blake, as they push off
+ from the shore. &ldquo;I thought you were going to take it easy in a
+ punt.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I thought,&rdquo; says Drysdale, &ldquo;but I couldn't keep
+ away, and here I am. I shall run up; and mind, if I see you within ten
+ feet, and cock-sure to win, I'll give a view holloa. I'll be bound you
+ shall hear it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;May it come speedily,&rdquo; said Blake, and then settled himself
+ in his seat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Eyes in the boat—mind now, steady all, watch the stroke and don't
+ quicken.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ These are Miller's last words; every faculty of himself and the crew being
+ now devoted to getting a good start. This is no difficult matter, as the
+ water is like glass, and the boat lies lightly on it, obeying the
+ slightest dip of the oars of bow and two, who just feel the water twice or
+ thrice in the last minute. Then, after a few moments of breathless hush on
+ the bank, the last gun is fired, and they are off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The same scene of mad excitement ensues, only tenfold more intense, as
+ almost the whole interest of the races is tonight concentrated on the two
+ head boats and their fate. At every gate there is a jam, and the weaker
+ vessels are shoved into the ditches, upset and left unnoticed. The most
+ active men, including the O. U. B. coxswain, shun the gates altogether,
+ and take the big ditches in their stride, making for the long bridges,
+ that they may get quietly over these and be safe for the best part of the
+ race. They know that the critical point of the struggle will be near the
+ finish.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Both boats made a beautiful start, and again as before in the first dash
+ the St. Ambrose pace tells, and they gain their boat's length before first
+ winds fail; then they settle down for a long steady effort. Both crews are
+ rowing comparatively steady reserving themselves for the tug of war up
+ above. Thus they pass the Gut, and those two treacherous corners, the
+ scene of countless bumps, into the wider water beyond, up under the
+ willows.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miller's face is decidedly hopeful; he shows no sign, indeed, but you can
+ see that he is not the same man as he was at this place in the last race.
+ He feels that to-day the boat is full of life, and that he can call on his
+ crew with hopes of an answer. His well-trained eye also detects that,
+ while both crews are at full stretch, his own, instead of losing, as it
+ did on the last night, is now gaining inch by inch on Oriel. The gain is
+ scarcely perceptible to him even; from the bank it is quite imperceptible;
+ but there it is; he is surer and surer of it, as one after another the
+ willows are left behind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And now comes the pinch. The Oriel captain is beginning to be conscious of
+ the fact which has been dawning on Miller, but will not acknowledge it to
+ himself, and as his coxswain turns the boat's head gently across the
+ stream, and makes for the Berkshire side and the goal, now full in view,
+ he smiles grimly as he quickens his stroke; he will shake off these light
+ heeled gentry yet, as he did before.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miller sees the move in a moment, and signals his captain, and the next
+ stroke St. Ambrose has quickened also; and now there is no mistake about
+ it, St. Ambrose is creeping up slowly but surely. The boat's length
+ lessens to forty feet, thirty feet; surely and steadily lessens. But the
+ race is not lost yet; thirty feet is a short space enough to look at on
+ the water, but a good bit to pick up foot by foot in the last two or three
+ hundred yards of a desperate struggle. They are over, under the Berkshire
+ side now and there stands up the winning-post, close ahead, all but won.
+ The distance lessens, and lessens still, but the Oriel crew stick steadily
+ and gallantly to their work, and will fight every inch of distance to the
+ last. The Oriel men on the bank who are rushing along sometimes in the
+ water, sometimes out, hoarse, furious, madly alternating between hope and
+ despair, have no reason to be ashamed of a man in the crew. Off the mouth
+ of the Cherwell there is still twenty feet between them. Another minute
+ and it will be over one way or another. Every man in both crews is now
+ doing his best, and no mistake; tell me which boat holds the most men who
+ can do better than their best at a pinch, who will risk a broken
+ blood-vessel, and I will tell you how it will end. &ldquo;Hard pounding,
+ gentlemen; let's see who will pound longest,&rdquo; the Duke is reported
+ to have said at Waterloo, and won. &ldquo;Now, Tommy, lad, 'tis thou or
+ I,&rdquo; Big Ben said as he came up to the last round of his hardest
+ fight, and won. Is there a man of that temper in either crew tonight? If
+ so, now's his time. For both coxswains have called on their men for the
+ last effort; Miller is whirling the tassel of his right-hand tiller rope
+ round his head, like a wiry little lunatic; from the towing path, from
+ Christchurch meadow, from the row of punts, from the clustered tops of the
+ barges, comes a roar of encouragement and applause, and the band, unable
+ to resist the impulse, breaks with a crash into the &ldquo;Jolly Young
+ Watermen,&rdquo; playing two bars to the second. A bump in the Gut is
+ nothing—a few partisans on the towing-path to cheer you, already out of
+ breath; but up here at the very finish, with all Oxford looking on, when
+ the prize is the headship of the river—once in a generation only do men
+ get such a chance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Who ever saw Jervis not up to his work? The St. Ambrose stroke is
+ glorious. Tom had an atom of go still left in the very back of his head,
+ and at this moment he heard Drysdale's view holloa above all the din; it
+ seemed to give him a lift, and other men besides in the boat, for in
+ another six strokes the gap is lessened and St. Ambrose has crept up to
+ ten feet, and now to five from the stern of Oriel. Weeks afterwards Hardy
+ confided to Tom that when he heard that view holloa he seemed to feel the
+ muscles of his arms and legs turn into steel, and did more work in the
+ last twenty strokes than in any other forty in the earlier part of the
+ race.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Another fifty yards and Oriel is safe, but the look on the captain's face
+ is so ominous that their coxswain glances over his shoulder. The bow of
+ St. Ambrose is within two feet of their rudder. It is a moment for
+ desperate expedients. He pulls his left tiller rope suddenly, thereby
+ carrying the stern of his own boat out of the line of the St. Ambrose, and
+ calls on his crew once more; they respond gallantly yet, but the rudder is
+ against them for a moment, and the boat drags. St. Ambrose overlaps.
+ &ldquo;A bump, a bump,&rdquo; shout the St. Ambrosians on shore.
+ &ldquo;Row on, row on,&rdquo; screams Miller. He has not yet felt the
+ electric shock, and knows he will miss his bump if the young ones slacken
+ for a moment. A young coxswain would have gone on making shots at the
+ stern of the Oriel boat, and so have lost.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A bump now and no mistake; the bow of the St. Ambrose boat jams the oar of
+ the Oriel stroke, and the two boats pass the winning-post with the way
+ that was on them when the bump was made. So near a shave was it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Who can describe the scene on the bank? It was a hurly-burly of delirious
+ joy, in the midst of which took place a terrific combat between Jack and
+ the Oriel dog—a noble black bull terrier belonging to the college in
+ general, and no one in particular—who always attended the races and felt
+ the misfortune keenly. Luckily they were parted without worse things
+ happening; for though the Oriel men were savage, and not disinclined for a
+ jostle, the milk of human kindness was too strong for the moment in their
+ adversaries. So Jack was choked off with some trouble, and the Oriel men
+ extricated themselves from the crowd, carrying off Crib, their dog, and
+ looking straight before them into vacancy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well rowed, boys,&rdquo; says Jervis, turning round to his crew as
+ they lay panting on their oars.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well rowed; five,&rdquo; says Miller, who even in the hour of such
+ a triumph is not inclined to be general in laudation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well rowed, five,&rdquo; is echoed from the bank; it is that
+ cunning man, the recruiting-sergeant. &ldquo;<i>Fatally</i> well
+ rowed,&rdquo; he adds to a comrade, with whom he gets into one of the
+ punts to cross to Christchurch meadow; &ldquo;we must have him in the
+ University crew.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't think you'll get him to row, from what I hear,&rdquo;
+ answers the other.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then he must he handcuffed and carried into the boat by
+ force,&rdquo; says the O. U. B. coxswain; &ldquo;why is not the press-gang
+ an institution in this university?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0016"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XV—A STORM BREWS AND BREAKS</h2>
+ <p>
+ Certainly Drysdale's character came out well that night. He did not seem
+ the least jealous of the success which had been achieved through his
+ dismissal. On the contrary, there was no man in the college who showed
+ more interest in the race, or joy at the result, then he. Perhaps the
+ pleasure of being out of it himself may have reckoned for something with
+ him. In any case, there he was at the door with Jack, to meet the crew as
+ they landed after the race, with a large pewter, foaming with shandygaff,
+ in each hand, for their recreation. Draco himself could not have forbidden
+ them to drink at that moment; so, amidst shaking of hands and clapping on
+ the back, the pewters travelled round from stroke to bow, and then the
+ crew went off to their dressing-room, accompanied by Drysdale and others.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bravo! it was the finest race that has been seen on the river this
+ six years; everybody says so. You fellows have deserved well of your
+ country. I've sent up to college to have supper in my room, and you must
+ all come. Hang training! there are only two more nights, and you're safe
+ to keep your place. What do you say Captain? eh, Miller? Now be
+ good-natured for once.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we don't get head of the river every night,&rdquo; said
+ Miller. &ldquo;I don't object if you'll all turn out and go to bed at
+ eleven.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's all right,&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;and now let's go to
+ the old 'Choughs' and have a glass of ale while supper is getting ready.
+ Eh, Brown?&rdquo; and he hooked his arm into Tom's and led the way into
+ the town.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm so sorry you were not in it for the finish,&rdquo; said Tom,
+ who was quite touched by his friend's good-humour.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you?&rdquo; said Drysdale; &ldquo;it's more than I am, then, I
+ can tell you. If you could have seen yourself under the willows, you
+ wouldn't have thought yourself much of an object of envy. Jack and I were
+ quite satisfied with our share of work and glory on the bank. Weren't we,
+ old fellow?&rdquo; at which salutation Jack reared himself on his hind
+ legs and licked his master's hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you're a real good fellow for taking it as you do. I don't
+ think I could have come near the river if I had been you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I take everything as it comes,&rdquo; said Drysdale. &ldquo;The
+ next race is on Derby day, and I couldn't have gone if I hadn't been
+ turned out of the boat; that's a compensation, you see. Here we are. I
+ wonder if Miss Patty has heard of the victory?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They turned down the little passage entrance of &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo;
+ as he spoke, followed by most of the crew, and by a tail of younger St.
+ Ambrosians, their admirers, and the bar was crowded the next moment. Patty
+ was there, of course, and her services were in great requisition; for
+ though each of the crew only took a small glass of the old ale, they made
+ as much fuss about it with the pretty barmaid as if they were drinking
+ hogsheads. In fact, it had become clearly the correct thing with the St.
+ Ambrosians to make much of Patty; and, considering the circumstances, it
+ was only a wonder that she was not more spoiled than seemed to be the
+ case. Indeed, as Hardy stood up in the corner opposite to the landlady's
+ chair, a silent onlooker at the scene, he couldn't help admitting to
+ himself that the girl held her own well, without doing or saying anything
+ unbecoming a modest woman. And it was a hard thing for him to be fair to
+ her, for what he saw now in a few minutes confirmed the impression which
+ his former visit had left on his mind—that his friend was safe in her
+ toils; how deeply, of course he could not judge, but that there was more
+ between them than he could approve was now clear enough to him, and he
+ stood silent, leaning against the wall in that farthest corner, in the
+ shadow of a projecting cupboard, much distressed in mind, and pondering
+ over what it behove him to do under the circumstances. With the exception
+ of a civil sentence or two to the old landlady who sat opposite him
+ knitting, and casting rather uneasy looks from time to time towards the
+ front of the bar, he spoke to no one. In fact, nobody came near that end
+ of the room, and their existence seemed to have been forgotten by the
+ rest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had been a little uncomfortable for the first minute; but after seeing
+ Hardy take his glass of ale, and then missing him, he forgot all about
+ him, and was too busy with his own affairs to trouble himself further. He
+ had become a sort of drawer, or barman, at &ldquo;The Cloughs,&rdquo; and
+ presided, under Patty, over the distribution of the ale, giving an eye to
+ his chief to see that she was not put upon.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale and Jack left after a short stay, to see that the supper was
+ being properly prepared. Soon afterwards Patty went off out of the bar in
+ answer to some bell which called her to another part of the house; and the
+ St. Ambrosians voted that it was time to go off to college to supper, and
+ cleared out into the street.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom went out with the last batch of them, but lingered a moment in the
+ passage outside. He knew the house and its ways well enough by this time.
+ The next moment Patty appeared from a side door, which led to another part
+ of the house.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So you're not going to stay and play a game with aunt,&rdquo; she
+ said; &ldquo;what makes you in such a hurry?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I must go up to college; there's a supper to celebrate our getting
+ head of the river.&rdquo; Patty looked down and pouted a little. Tom took
+ her hand, and said sentimentally, &ldquo;Don't be cross, now; you know
+ that I would sooner stay here, don't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She tossed her head, and pulled away her hand, and then changing the
+ subject, said, &ldquo;Who's that ugly old fellow who was here again
+ to-night?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There was no one older than Miller, and he is rather an admirer of
+ yours. I shall tell him you called him ugly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I don't mean Mr. Miller; you know that well enough,&rdquo; she
+ answered. &ldquo;I mean him in the old rough coat, who don't talk to
+ anyone.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ugly old fellow, Patty? Why, you mean Hardy. He's a great friend of
+ mine, and you must like him for my sake.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure I won't. I don't like him a bit; he looks so cross at
+ me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It's all your fancy. There now, good-night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You shan't go, however, till you've given me that handkerchief. You
+ promised it me if you got head of the river.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! you little story-teller. Why, they are my college colors. I
+ wouldn't part with them for worlds. I'll give you a lock of my hair, and
+ the prettiest handkerchief you can find in Oxford; but not this.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I <i>will</i> have it and you <i>did</i> promise me it,&rdquo;
+ she said, and put up her hands suddenly, and untied the bow of Tom's
+ neck-handkerchief. He caught her wrists in his hands, and looked down into
+ her eyes, in which, if he saw a little pique at his going, he saw other
+ things which stirred in him strange feelings of triumph and tenderness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then you shall pay for it, anyhow,&rdquo; he said.—Why, need
+ I tell what followed?—There was a little struggle; a &ldquo;Go along, do,
+ Mr. Brown;&rdquo; and the next minute Tom minus his handkerchief, was
+ hurrying after his companions; and Patty was watching him from the door,
+ and setting her cap to rights. Then she turned and went back into the bar,
+ and started, and turned red, as she saw Hardy there, still standing in the
+ further corner, opposite her aunt. He finished his glass of ale as she
+ came in, and then passed out wishing them &ldquo;Good-night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why aunt&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I thought they were all gone. Who
+ was that sour-looking man?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He seems a nice quiet gentleman, my dear,&rdquo; said the old lady,
+ looking up. &ldquo;I'm sure he's much better than those ones as make so
+ much racket in the bar. But where have you been, Patty?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, to the commercial room, aunt. Won't you have a game at
+ cribbage?&rdquo; and Patty took up the cards and set the board out, the
+ old lady looking at her doubtfully all the time through her spectacles.
+ She was beginning to wish that the college gentlemen wouldn't come so much
+ to the house, though they were very good customers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, minus his handkerchief, hurried after his comrades, and caught them
+ up before they got to college. They were all there but Hardy, whose
+ absence vexed our hero for a moment; he had hoped that Hardy, now that he
+ was in the boat, would have shaken off all his reserve towards the other
+ men, and blamed him because he had not done so at once. There could be no
+ reason for it but his own oddness he thought, for everyone was full of his
+ praises as they strolled on talking of the race. Miller praised his style,
+ and time, and pluck. &ldquo;Didn't you feel how the boat sprung when I
+ called on you at the Cherwell?&rdquo; he said to the Captain.
+ &ldquo;Drysdale was always dead beat at the Gut, and just like a log in
+ the boat, pretty much like some of the rest of you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He's in such good training, too,&rdquo; said Diogenes; &ldquo;I
+ shall find out how he diets himself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We've pretty well done with that, I should hope,&rdquo; said No. 6.
+ &ldquo;There are only two more nights, and nothing can touch us
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't be too sure of that,&rdquo; said Miller. &ldquo;Mind now, all
+ of you, don't let us have any nonsense till the races are over and we are
+ all safe.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so they talked on till they reached college, and then dispersed to
+ their rooms to wash and dress and met again in Drysdale's rooms, where
+ supper was awaiting them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Again Hardy did not appear. Drysdale sent a scout to his rooms, who
+ brought back word that he could not find him; so Drysdale set to work to
+ do the honors of his table and enjoyed the pleasure of tempting the crew
+ with all sorts of forbidden hot liquors, which he and the rest of the non
+ professionals imbibed freely. But with Miller's eye on them, and the
+ example of Diogenes and the Captain before them, the rest of the crew
+ exercised an abstemiousness which would have been admirable, had it not
+ been in a great measure compulsory.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was a great success, this supper at Drysdale's, although knocked up at
+ an hour's notice. The triumph of their boat, had, for the time, the effect
+ of warming up and drawing out the feeling of fellowship, which is the soul
+ of college life. Though only a few men besides the crew sat down to
+ supper, long before it was cleared away men of every set in the college
+ came in, in the highest spirits, and the room was crowded. For Drysdale
+ sent round to every man in the college with whom he had a speaking
+ acquaintance, and they flocked in and sat where they could, and men talked
+ and laughed with neighbors, with whom, perhaps, they had never exchanged a
+ word since the time when they were freshmen together.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Of course there were speeches, cheered to the echo, and songs, of which
+ the choruses might have been heard in the High-street. At a little before
+ eleven, nevertheless, despite the protestations of Drysdale, and the
+ passive resistance of several of their number, Miller carried off the
+ crew, and many of the other guests went at the same time, leaving their
+ host and a small circle to make a night of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom went to his room in high spirits, humming the air of one of the songs
+ he had just heard; but he had scarcely thrown his gown on a chair when a
+ thought struck him, and he ran down stairs again and across to Hardy's
+ rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy was sitting with some cold tea poured out, but untasted, before him,
+ and no books open—a very unusual thing with him at night. But Tom either
+ did not or would not notice that there was anything unusual.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He seated himself and began gossiping away as fast as he could, without
+ looking much at the other. He began by recounting all the complimentary
+ things which had been said by Miller and others of Hardy's pulling. Then
+ he went on to the supper party; what a jolly evening they had had; he did
+ not remember anything so pleasant since he had been up, and he retailed
+ the speeches, and named the best songs. &ldquo;You really ought to have
+ been there. Why didn't you come? Drysdale sent over for you. I'm sure
+ every one wished you had been there. Didn't you get his message?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I didn't feel up to going,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's nothing the matter, eh?&rdquo; said Tom, as the thought
+ crossed his mind that perhaps Hardy had hurt himself in the race, as he
+ had not been regularly training.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, nothing,&rdquo; answered the other.</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom tried to make play again, but soon came to an end of his talk. It was
+ impossible to make head against that cold silence. At last he stopped,
+ looked at Hardy for a minute, who was staring abstractedly at the sword
+ over his mantel-piece, and then said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There <i>is</i> something the matter, though. Don't sit glowering
+ as if you had swallowed a furze bush. Why you haven't been smoking, old
+ boy?&rdquo; he added, getting up and putting his hand on the others
+ shoulder. &ldquo;I see that's it. Here, take one of my weeds, they're
+ mild. Miller allows two of these a day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank'ee,&rdquo; said Hardy, rousing himself; &ldquo;Miller
+ hasn't interfered with my smoking, and I <i>will</i> have a pipe, for I
+ think I want it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't see that it does you any good,&rdquo; said Tom, after
+ watching him fill and light, and smoke for some minutes without saying a
+ word. &ldquo;Here, I've managed the one thing I had at heart. You are in
+ the crew, and we are head of the river, and everybody is praising your
+ rowing up to the skies, and saying that the bump was all your doing. And
+ here I come to tell you, and not a word can I get out of you. Ain't you
+ pleased? Do you think we shall keep our place?&rdquo; He paused a moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang it all, I say,&rdquo; he added, losing all patience;
+ &ldquo;swear a little if you can't do anything else. Let's hear your
+ voice; it isn't such a tender one that you need keep it all shut
+ up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said Hardy, making a great effort; &ldquo;the real
+ fact is I <i>have</i>
+ something, and something very serious to say to you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I'm not going to listen to it,&rdquo; broke in Tom; &ldquo;I'm
+ not serious, and I won't be serious, and no one shall make me serious
+ to-night. It's no use, so don't look glum. But isn't the ale at 'The
+ Choughs' good? and isn't it a dear little place?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's that place I want to talk to you about,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ turning his chair suddenly so as to front his visitor. &ldquo;Now, Brown,
+ we haven't known one another long, but I think I understand you, and I
+ know I like you, and I hope you like me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, well, well,&rdquo; broke in Tom, &ldquo;of course I like you,
+ old fellow, or else I shouldn't come poking after you, and wasting so much
+ of your time, and sitting on your cursed hard chairs in the middle of the
+ races. What has liking to do with 'The Choughs,' or 'The Choughs' with
+ long faces? You ought to have had another glass of ale there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish you had never had a glass of ale there,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ bolting out his words as if they were red hot. &ldquo;Brown you have no
+ right to go to that place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why?&rdquo; said Tom, sitting up in his chair and beginning to be
+ nettled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You know why,&rdquo; said Hardy, looking him full in the face, and
+ puffing out huge volumes of smoke. In spite of the bluntness of the
+ attack, there was a yearning look which spread over the rugged brow, and
+ shone out of the deep set eyes of the speaker, which almost conquered Tom.
+ But first pride, and then the consciousness of what was coming next, which
+ began to dawn on him, rose in his heart. It was all he could do to meet
+ that look full, but he managed it, though he flushed to the roots of his
+ hair, as he simply repeated through his set teeth, &ldquo;Why?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I say again,&rdquo; said Hardy, &ldquo;you know why.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I see what you mean,&rdquo; said Tom, slowly; &ldquo;as you say, we
+ have not known one another long; long enough, though, I should have
+ thought, for you to have been more charitable. Why am I not to go to 'The
+ Cloughs'? Because there happens to be a pretty bar maid there? All our
+ crew go, and twenty other men besides.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but do any of them go in the sort of way you do? Does she look
+ at anyone of them as she does at you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do I know?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's not fair, or true, or like you, Brown,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ getting up and beginning to walk up and down the room. &ldquo;You
+ <i>do</i> know that that girl doesn't care a straw for the other men who
+ go there. You <i>do</i> know that she is beginning to care for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem to know a great deal about it,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I
+ don't believe you were ever there before two days ago.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I never was.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I think you needn't be quite so quick at finding fault. If
+ there were anything I didn't wish you to see, do you think I should have
+ taken you there? I tell you she is quite able to take care of
+ herself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I believe,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;if she were a mere giddy,
+ light girl, setting her cap at every man who came in, it wouldn't matter
+ so much—for her at any rate. She can take care of herself well enough so
+ far as the rest are concerned, but you know it isn't so with you. You know
+ it now, Brown; tell the truth; anyone with half an eye can see it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem to have made pretty good use of your eyes in these two
+ nights, anyhow,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't mind your sneers, Brown,&rdquo; said Hardy as he tramped up
+ and down with his arms locked behind him; &ldquo;I have taken on myself to
+ speak to you about this; I should be no true friend if I shirked it. I'm
+ four years older than you, and have seen more of the world and of this
+ place than you. You sha'n't go on with this folly, this sin, for want of
+ warning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it seems,&rdquo; said Tom doggedly. &ldquo;Now I think I've had
+ warning enough; suppose we drop the subject.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy stopped his walk, and turned on Tom with a look of anger. &ldquo;Not
+ yet,&rdquo; he said, firmly; &ldquo;you know best how and why you have
+ done it, but you know that somehow or other you have made that girl like
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Suppose I have, what then; whose business is that but mine and
+ hers?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's the business of everyone who won't stand by and see the
+ devil's game played under his nose if he can hinder it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What right have you to talk about the devil's game to me?&rdquo;
+ said Tom. &ldquo;I'll tell you what; if you and I are to keep friends we
+ had better drop this subject.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If we are to keep friends we must go to the bottom of it. There are
+ only two endings to this sort of business and you know it as well as
+ I.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A right and wrong one, eh? and because you call me your friend you
+ assume that my end will be the wrong one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do call you my friend, and I say the end must be the wrong one
+ here. There's no right end. Think of your family. You don't mean to
+ say—you dare not tell me, that you will marry her?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I <i>dare</i> not tell you!&rdquo; said Tom, starting up in his
+ turn; &ldquo;I dare tell you or any man anything I please. But I won't
+ tell you or any man anything on compulsion.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I repeat,&rdquo; went on Hardy, &ldquo;you <i>dare</i> not say you
+ mean to marry her. You don't mean it—and, as you don't, to kiss her as you
+ did to-night—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So you were sneaking behind to watch me!&rdquo; burst out Tom,
+ chafing with rage, and glad to find any handle for a quarrel. The two men
+ stood fronting one another, the younger writhing with the sense of shame
+ and outraged pride, and longing for a fierce answer—a blow—anything, to
+ give vent to the furies which were tearing him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But at the end of a few seconds the elder answered, calmly and slowly,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I will not take those words from any man; you had better leave my
+ rooms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If I do, I shall not come back till you have altered your
+ opinions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You need not come back till you have altered yours.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The next moment Tom was in the passage; the next, striding up and down the
+ side of the inner quadrangle in the pale moonlight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Poor fellow! it was no pleasant walking ground for him. Is it worth our
+ while to follow him up and down in his tramp? We have most of us walked
+ the like marches at one time or another of our lives. The memory of them
+ is by no means one which we can dwell on with pleasure. Times they were of
+ blinding and driving storm, and howling winds, out of which voices as of
+ evil spirits spoke close in our ears—tauntingly, temptingly, whispering to
+ the mischievous wild beast which lurks in the bottom of all our hearts,
+ now, &ldquo;Rouse up! art thou a man and darest not do this thing?&rdquo;
+ now, &ldquo;Rise, kill and eat—it is thine, wilt thou not take it? Shall
+ the flimsy scruples of this teacher, or the sanctified cant of that, bar
+ thy way, and balk thee of thine own? Thou hast strength to brave them—to
+ brave all things in earth, or heaven, or hell; put out thy strength and be
+ a man!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then did not the wild beast within us shake itself, and feel its power,
+ sweeping away all the &ldquo;Thou shalt not's&rdquo; which the law wrote
+ up before us in letters of fire, with the &ldquo;<i>I will</i>&rdquo; of
+ hardy, godless, self-assertion? And all the while—which alone made the
+ storm really dreadful to us—was there not the still small voice—never to
+ be altogether silenced by the roarings of the tempest of passion, by the
+ evil voices, by our own violent attempts to stifle it—the still small
+ voice appealing to the man, the true man, within us, which is made in the
+ image of God—calling on him to assert his dominion over the wild beast—to
+ obey, and conquer, and live? Ay! and though we may have followed the other
+ voices, have we not, while following them, confessed in our hearts, that
+ all true strength, and nobleness, and manliness, was to be found in the
+ other path? Do I say that most of us have had to tread this path, and
+ fight this battle? Surely I might have said all of us; all, at least, who
+ have passed the bright days of their boyhood. The clear and keen intellect
+ no less than the dull and heavy; the weak, the cold, the nervous, no less
+ than the strong and passionate of body. The arms and the field have been
+ divers; can have been the same, I suppose, to no two men, but the battle
+ must have been the same to all. One here and there may have had a
+ foretaste of it as a boy; but it is the young man's battle, and not the
+ boy's, thank God for it! That most hateful and fearful of all realities,
+ call it by what name we will—self, the natural man, the old Adam—must have
+ risen up before each of us in early manhood, if not sooner, challenging
+ the true man within us to which the Spirit of God is speaking, to a
+ struggle for life or death.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Gird yourself, then, for the fight, my young brother, and take up the
+ pledge which was made for you when you were a helpless child. This world,
+ and all others, time and eternity, for you hang upon the issue. This enemy
+ must be met and vanquished—not finally, for no man while on earth I
+ suppose, can say that he is slain; but, when once known and recognized,
+ met and vanquished he must be, by God's help in this and that encounter,
+ before you can be truly called a man; before you can really enjoy any one
+ even of this world's good things.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This strife was no light one for our hero on the night in his life at
+ which we have arrived. The quiet sky overhead, the quiet solemn old
+ buildings, under the shadow of which he stood, brought him no peace. He
+ fled from them into his own rooms; he lighted his candles and tried to
+ read, and force the whole matter from his thoughts; but it was useless;
+ back it came again and again. The more impatient of its presence he
+ became, the less could he shake it off. Some decision he must make; what
+ should it be? He could have no peace till it was taken. The veil had been
+ drawn aside thoroughly, and once for all. Twice he was on the point of
+ returning to Hardy's rooms to thank him, confess, and consult; but the
+ tide rolled back again. As the truth of the warning sank deeper and deeper
+ into him, the irritation against him who had uttered it grew also. He
+ could not and would not be fair yet. It is no easy thing for anyone of us
+ to put the whole burden of any folly or sin on our own backs all at once.
+ &ldquo;If he had done it in any other way,&rdquo; thought Tom, &ldquo;I
+ might have thanked him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Another effort to shake off the whole question. Down into the quadrangle
+ again; lights in Drysdale's rooms. He goes up, and finds the remains of
+ the supper, tankards full of egg-flip and cardinal, and a party playing at
+ <i>vingt-un</i>. He drinks freely, careless of training or boat-racing,
+ anxious only to drown thought. He sits down to play. The boisterous talk
+ of some, the eager keen looks of others, jar on him equally. One minute he
+ is absent, the next boisterous, then irritable, then moody. A college
+ card-party is no place to-night for him. He loses his money, is disgusted
+ at last, and gets to his own rooms by midnight; goes to bed feverish,
+ dissatisfied with himself, with all the world. The inexorable question
+ pursues him even into the strange helpless land of dreams, demanding a
+ decision, when he has no longer power of will to choose either good or
+ evil.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But how fared it all this time with the physician? Alas! little better
+ than with his patient. His was the deeper and more sensitive nature.
+ Keenly conscious of his own position, he had always avoided any but the
+ most formal intercourse with the men in his college whom he would have
+ liked most to live with. This was the first friendship he had made amongst
+ them, and he valued it accordingly; and now it seemed to lie at his feet
+ in hopeless fragments, and cast down too by his own hand. Bitterly he
+ blamed himself over and over again, as he recalled every word that had
+ passed—not for having spoken—that he felt had been a sacred duty—but for
+ the harshness and suddenness with which he seemed to himself to have done
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;One touch of gentleness or sympathy, and I might have won him. As
+ it was, how could he have met me otherwise than he did—hard word for hard
+ word, hasty answer for proud reproof? Can I go to him and recall it all?
+ No! I can't trust myself; I shall only make matters worse. Besides, he may
+ think that the servitor—Ah! am I there again? The old sore, self, self,
+ self! I nurse my own pride; I value it more than my friend; and yet—no,
+ no! I cannot go, though I think I could die for him. The sin, if sin there
+ must be, be on my head. Would to God I could bear the sting of it! But
+ there will be none—how can I fear? he is too true, too manly. Rough and
+ brutal as my words have been, they have shown him the gulf. He will, he
+ must escape it. But will he ever come back to me? I care not, so he
+ escape.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ How can my poor words follow the strong loving man in the wrestlings of
+ his spirit, till far on in the quiet night he laid the whole before the
+ Lord and slept! Yes, my brother, even so: the old, old story; but start
+ not at the phrase, though you may never have found its meaning—He laid the
+ whole before the Lord in prayer, for his friend, for himself, for the
+ whole world.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And you, too, if ever you are tried as he was—as every man must be in one
+ way or another—must learn to do the like with every burthen on your soul,
+ if you would not have it hanging round you heavily, and ever more heavily,
+ and dragging you down lower and lower till your dying day.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0017"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XVI—THE STORM RAGES</h2>
+ <p>
+ Hardy was early in the chapel the next morning. It was his week for
+ pricking in. Every man who entered—from the early men who strolled in
+ quietly while the bell was still ringing, to the hurrying, half-dressed
+ loiterers who crushed in as the porter was closing the doors, and
+ disturbed the congregation in the middle of the confession—gave him a turn
+ (as the expressive phrase is), and every turn only ended in
+ disappointment. He put by his list at last, when the doors were fairly
+ shut, with a sigh. He had half expected to see Tom come into morning
+ chapel with a face from which he might have gathered hope that his friend
+ had taken the right path. But Tom did not come at all, and Hardy felt it
+ was a bad sign.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They did not meet till the evening, at the river, when the boat went down
+ for a steady pull, and then Hardy saw at once that all was going wrong.
+ Neither spoke to or looked at the other. Hardy expected some one to remark
+ it, but nobody did. After the pull they walked up, and Tom as usual led
+ the way, as if nothing had happened, into &ldquo;The Choughs.&rdquo; Hardy
+ paused for a moment, and then went in too, and stayed till the rest of the
+ crew left. Tom deliberately stayed after them all. Hardy turned for a
+ moment as he was leaving the bar, and saw him settling himself down in his
+ chair with an air of defiance, meant evidently for him, which would have
+ made most men angry. He was irritated for a moment, and then was filled
+ with ruth for the poor wrong-headed youngster who was heaping up coals of
+ fire for his own head. In his momentary anger Hardy said to himself,
+ &ldquo;Well, I have done what I can; now he must go his own way;&rdquo;
+ but such a thought was soon kicked in disgrace from his noble and
+ well-disciplined mind. He resolved, that, let it cost what it might in the
+ shape of loss of time and trial of temper, he would leave no stone
+ unturned, and spare no pains, to deliver his friend of yesterday from the
+ slough into which he was plunging. How he might best work for this end
+ occupied his thoughts as he walked towards college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sat on at &ldquo;The Choughs,&rdquo; glorifying himself in the thought
+ that now, at any rate, he had shown Hardy that he wasn't to be dragooned
+ into doing or not doing anything. He had had a bad time of it all day, and
+ his good angel had fought hard for victory; but self-will was too strong
+ for the time. When he stayed behind the rest, it was more out of bravado
+ than from any defined purpose of pursuing what he tried to persuade
+ himself was an innocent flirtation. When he left the house some hours
+ after he was deeper in the toils than ever, and dark clouds were gathering
+ over his heart. From that time he was an altered man, and altering as
+ rapidly for the worse in body as in mind. Hardy saw the change in both,
+ and groaned over it in secret. Miller's quick eye detected the bodily
+ change. After the next race he drew Tom aside, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Brown, what's the matter? What have you been about? You're
+ breaking down. Hold on, man; there's only one more night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never fear,&rdquo; said Tom, proudly, &ldquo;I shall last it
+ out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And in the last race he did his work again, though it cost him more than
+ all the preceding ones put together, and when he got out of the boat he
+ could scarcely walk or see. He felt a fierce kind of joy in his own
+ distress, and wished that there were more races to come. But Miller, as he
+ walked up arm-in-arm with the Captain, took a different view of the
+ subject.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it's all right, you see,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;but
+ we're not a boat's length better than Oriel over the course after all. How
+ was it we bumped them? If anything, they drew a-little on us
+ to-night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, half a boat's length, I should say,&rdquo; answered Miller.
+ &ldquo;I'm uncommonly glad it's over; Brown is going all to pieces; he
+ wouldn't stand another race, and we haven't a man to put in his
+ place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's odd, too,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;I put him down as a
+ laster, and he has trained well. Perhaps he has overdone it a little.
+ However, it don't matter now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the races were over; and that night a great supper was held in St.
+ Ambrose Hall, to which were bidden, and came, the crews of all the boats
+ from Exeter upwards. The Dean, with many misgivings and cautions, had
+ allowed the hall to be used, on pressure from Miller and Jervis. Miller
+ was a bachelor and had taken a good degree, and Jervis bore a high
+ character and was expected to do well in the schools. So the poor Dean
+ gave in to them, extracting many promises in exchange for his permission,
+ and flitted uneasily about all the evening in his cap and gown, instead of
+ working on at his edition of the Fathers, which occupied every minute of
+ his leisure, and was making an old man of him before his time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From eight to eleven the fine old pointed windows of St. Ambrose Hall
+ blazed with light, and the choruses of songs, and the cheers which
+ followed the short intervals of silence which the speeches made, rang out
+ over the quadrangles, and made the poor Dean amble about in a state of
+ nervous bewilderment. Inside there was hearty feasting, such as had not
+ been seen there, for aught I know, since the day when the king came back
+ to &ldquo;enjoy his own again.&rdquo; The one old cup, relic of the Middle
+ Ages, which had survived the civil wars,—St. Ambrose's had been a right
+ loyal college, and the plate had gone without a murmur into Charles the
+ First's war-chest,—went round and round; and rival crews pledged one
+ another out of it, and the massive tankards of a later day, in all good
+ faith and good fellowship. Mailed knights, grave bishops, royal persons of
+ either sex, and &ldquo;other our benefactors,&rdquo; looked down on the
+ scene from their heavy gilded frames, and, let us hope, not unkindly. All
+ passed off well and quietly; the out-college men were gone, the lights
+ were out, and the butler had locked the hall door by a quarter past
+ eleven, and the Dean returned in peace to his own rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Had Tom been told a week before that he would not have enjoyed that night,
+ that it would not have been amongst the happiest and proudest of his life,
+ he would have set his informer down as a madman. As it was, he never once
+ rose to the spirit of the feast, and wished it all over a dozen times. He
+ deserved not to enjoy it; but not so Hardy, who was nevertheless almost as
+ much out of tune as Tom; though the University coxswain had singled him
+ out, named him in his speech, sat by him and talked to him for a quarter
+ of an hour, and asked him to go to the Henley and Thames regattas in the
+ Oxford crew.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next evening, as usual, Tom found himself at &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo;
+ with half a dozen others. Patty was in the bar by herself, looking
+ prettier than ever. One by one the rest of the men dropped off, the last
+ saying, &ldquo;Are you coming, Brown?&rdquo; and being answered in the
+ negative.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He sat still, watching Patty as she flitted about, washing up the ale
+ glasses and putting them on their shelves, and getting out her work
+ basket; and then she came and sat down in her aunt's chair opposite him,
+ and began stitching away demurely at an apron she was making. Then he
+ broke silence,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Where's your aunt to-night, Patty?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, she has gone away for a few days, for a visit to some
+ friends.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You and I will keep house, then, together; you shall teach me all
+ the tricks of the trade. I shall make a famous barman, don't you
+ think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must learn to behave better, then. But I promised aunt to shut
+ up at nine; so you must go when it strikes. Now promise me you will
+ go.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Go at nine! what, in half an hour? The first evening I have ever
+ had a chance of spending alone with you; do you think it likely?&rdquo;
+ and he looked into her eyes. She turned away with a slight shiver, and a
+ deep blush.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His nervous system had been so unusually excited in the last few days,
+ that he seemed to know everything that was passing in her mind. He took
+ her hand. &ldquo;Why, Patty, you're not afraid of me, surely?&rdquo; he
+ said, gently.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not when you're like you are now. But you frightened me just
+ this minute. I never saw you look so before. Has anything happened to
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, nothing. Now then, we're going to have a jolly evening, and
+ play Darby and Joan together,&rdquo; he said, turning away, and going to
+ the bar window; &ldquo;shall I shut up, Patty?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, it isn't nine yet; somebody may come in.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just why I mean to put the shutters up; I don't want
+ anybody.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but I do, though. Now I declare, Mr. Brown, if you go on
+ shutting up, I'll run into the kitchen and sit with Dick.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why will you call me 'Mr. Brown'?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, what should I call you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Tom, of course.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I never! one would think you was my brother,&rdquo; said Patty,
+ looking up with a pretty pertness which she had a most bewitching way of
+ putting on. Tom's rejoinder, and the little squabble which they had
+ afterward about where her work-table should stand, and other such matters,
+ may be passed over. At last he was brought to reason, and to anchor
+ opposite his enchantress, the work-table between them; and he sat leaning
+ back in his chair and watching her, as she stitched away without ever
+ lifting her eyes. He was in no hurry to break the silence. The position
+ was particularly fascinating to him, for he had scarcely ever yet had a
+ good look at her before, without fear of attracting attention, or being
+ interrupted. At last he roused himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Any of our men been here to-day, Patty?&rdquo; he said, sitting up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There now, I've won,&rdquo; she laughed; &ldquo;I said to myself I
+ wouldn't speak first, and I haven't. What a time you were. I thought you
+ would never begin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're a little goose! Now I begin then; who've been here
+ to-day?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of your college? let me see;&rdquo; and she looked away across to
+ the bar window, pricking her needle into the table. &ldquo;There was Mr.
+ Drysdale and some others called for a glass of ale as they passed, going
+ out driving. Then there was Mr. Smith and them from the boats about four,
+ and that ugly one—I can't mind his name—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, Hardy?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, that's it; he was here about half-past six, and—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, Hardy here after hall?&rdquo; interrupted Tom, utterly
+ astonished.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, after your dinner up at college. He's been here two or three
+ times lately.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The deuce he has!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and he talks so pleasant to aunt, too. I'm sure he is a very
+ nice gentleman, after all. He sat and talked tonight for half an hour, I
+ should think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What did he talk about?&rdquo; said Tom, with a sneer.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he asked me whether I had a mother, and where I came from, and
+ all about my bringing up, and made me feel quite pleasant. He is so nice
+ and quiet and respectful, not like most of you. I'm going to like him very
+ much, as you told me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't tell you so now.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you did say he was your great friend.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, he isn't that now.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, have you quarreled?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Dear; dear; how odd you gentlemen are!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, it isn't a very odd thing for men to quarrel, is it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not in the public room. They're always quarreling there, over
+ their drink and the bagatelle-board; and Dick has to turn them out. But
+ gentlemen ought to know better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;They don't, you see, Patty.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what did you quarrel about?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Guess.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How can I guess? What was it about?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;About you.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;About me!&rdquo; she said, looking up from her work in wonder.
+ &ldquo;How could you quarrel about me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I'll tell you; he said I had no right to come here. You won't
+ like him after that, will you Patty?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know, I'm sure,&rdquo; said Patty, going on with her work,
+ and looking troubled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They sat still for some minutes. Evil thoughts crowded into Tom's head. He
+ was in the humor for thinking evil thoughts, and, putting the worst
+ construction on Hardy's visits, fancied he came there as his rival. He did
+ not trust himself to speak till he had mastered his precious discovery,
+ and put it away in the back of his heart, and weighed it down there with a
+ good covering of hatred and revenge, to be brought out as occasion should
+ serve. He was plunging down rapidly enough now; but he had new motives for
+ making the most of his time, and never played his cards better or made
+ more progress. When a man sits down to such a game, the devil will take
+ good care he sha'n't want cunning or strength. It was ten o'clock instead
+ of nine before he left, which he did with a feeling of triumph. Poor Patty
+ remained behind, and shut up the bar, her heart in a flutter, and her
+ hands shaking, while Dick was locking the front door. She hardly knew
+ whether to laugh or cry; she felt the change which had come over him, and
+ was half fascinated and half repelled by it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom walked quickly back to college, in a mood which I do not care to
+ describe. The only one of his thoughts which my readers need be troubled
+ with, put itself into some such words as these in his head:—&ldquo;So,
+ it's Abingdon fair next Thursday, and she has half-promised to go with me.
+ I know I can make it certain. Who'll be going besides? Drysdale, I'll be
+ bound. I'll go and see him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On entering college he went straight to Drysdale's rooms, and drank
+ deeply, and played high into the short hours of the night, but found no
+ opportunity of speaking.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Deeper and deeper yet for the next few days, downwards and ever faster
+ downwards he plunged, the light getting fainter and ever fainter above his
+ head. Little good can come of dwelling on those days. He left off pulling,
+ shunned his old friends, and lived with the very worst men he knew in
+ college, who were ready enough to let him share all their brutal orgies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale, who was often present, wondered at the change, which he saw
+ plainly enough. He was sorry for it in his way, but it was no business of
+ his. He began to think that Brown was a good enough fellow before, but
+ would make a devilish disagreeable one if he was going to turn fast man.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; all went on as if the downward path knew how
+ to make itself smooth. Now that the races were over, and so many other
+ attractions were going on in Oxford, very few men came in to interfere
+ with him. He was scarcely ever away from Patty's side, in the evenings
+ while her aunt was absent, and gained more and more power over her. He
+ might have had some compassion, but that he was spurred on by hearing how
+ Hardy haunted the place now, at times when he could not be there. He felt
+ that there was an influence struggling with his in the girl's mind; he
+ laid it to Hardy's door, and imputed it still more and more to motives as
+ base as his own. But Abingdon fair was coming on Thursday. When he left
+ &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; on Tuesday night, he had extracted a promise
+ from Patty to accompany him there, and had arranged their place of
+ meeting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ All that remained to be done was to see if Drysdale was going. Somehow he
+ felt a disinclination to go alone with Patty. Drysdale was the only man of
+ those he was now living with to whom he felt the least attraction. In a
+ vague way he clung to him; and though he never faced the thought of what
+ he was about fairly, yet it passed through his mind that even in
+ Drysdale's company he would be safer than if alone. It was all pitiless,
+ blind, wild work, without rudder or compass; the wish that nothing very
+ bad might come out of it all, however, came up in spite of him now and
+ again, and he looked to Drysdale, and longed to become even as he.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale was going. He was very reserved on the subject, but at last
+ confessed that he was not going alone. Tom persisted. Drysdale was too
+ lazy and careless to keep anything from a man who was bent on knowing it.
+ In the end it was arranged that he should drive Tom out the next
+ afternoon. He did so. They stopped at a small public house some two miles
+ out of Oxford. The cart was put up, and after carefully scanning the
+ neighborhood they walked quickly to the door of a pretty retired cottage.
+ As they entered, Drysdale said,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, I thought I caught a glimpse of your friend Hardy at that
+ turn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Friend! he's no friend of mine.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But didn't you see him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ They reached college again between ten and eleven, and parted, each to his
+ own rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ To his surprise, Tom found a candle burning on his table. Round the candle
+ was tied a piece of string, at the end of which hung a note. Who ever had
+ put it there had clearly been anxious that he should in no case miss it
+ when he came in. He took it up and saw that it was in Hardy's hand. He
+ paused, and trembled as he stood. Then with an effort he broke the seal
+ and read:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I must speak once more. To-morrow it may be too late. If you go to
+ Abingdon fair with her in the company of Drysdale and his mistress, or, I
+ believe, in any company, you will return a scoundrel, and she—; in the
+ name of the honor of your mother and sister, in the name of God, I warn
+ you. May He help you through it.
+ </p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;JOHN HARDY.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>
+ Here we will drop the curtain for the next hour. At the end of that time,
+ Tom staggered out of his room, down the staircase, across the quadrangle,
+ up Drysdale's staircase. He paused at the door to gather some strength,
+ ran his hands through his hair, and arranged his coat; notwithstanding,
+ when he entered, Drysdale started to his feet, upsetting Jack from his
+ comfortable coil on the sofa.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Brown, you're ill; have some brandy,&rdquo; he said, and went
+ to his cupboard for the bottle.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom leant his arm on the fireplace; his head on it. The other hung down by
+ his side, and Jack licked it, and he loved the dog as he felt the caress.
+ Then Drysdale came to his side with a glass of brandy, which he took and
+ tossed off as though it had been water. &ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; he said,
+ and as Drysdale went back with the bottle, reached a large armchair and
+ sat down in it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Drysdale, I sha'n't go with you to Abingdon fair to-morrow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo! what, has the lovely Patty thrown you over?&rdquo; said
+ Drysdale, turning from the cupboard, and resuming his lounge on the sofa.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No.&rdquo; he sank back into the chair, on the arms of which his
+ elbows rested, and put his hands up before his face, pressing them against
+ his burning temples. Drysdale looked at him hard, but said nothing; and
+ there was a dead silence of a minute or so, broken only by Tom's heavy
+ breathing, which he labored in vain to control.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; he repeated at last, and the remaining words came out
+ slowly as they were trying to steady themselves, &ldquo;but, by God,
+ Drysdale I <i>can't</i>
+ take her with you, and that—&rdquo; a dead pause.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The young lady you met to-night, eh?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>Tom nodded, but said nothing.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, old fellow,&rdquo; said Drysdale, &ldquo;now you've made up
+ your mind, I tell you, I'm devilish glad of it. I'm no saint, as you know,
+ but I think it would have been a d—d shame if you had taken her with
+ us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Tom, and pressed his fingers tighter on his
+ forehead; and he did feel thankful for the words, though coming from such
+ a man, they went into him like coals of fire.
+ </p>
+ <p>Again there was a long pause, Tom sitting as before.</p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale got up and strolled up and down his room, with his hands in the
+ pockets of his silk-lined lounging coat, taking at each turn a steady look
+ at the other. Presently he stopped, and took his cigar out of his mouth.
+ &ldquo;I say, Brown,&rdquo; he said, after another minute's contemplation
+ of the figure before him, which bore such an unmistakable impress of
+ wretchedness, that it made him quite uncomfortable, &ldquo;why don't you
+ cut that concern?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why that 'Choughs' business—I'll be hanged if it won't kill you, or
+ make a devil of you before long, if you go on with it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It's not far from that now.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I see—and I'll tell you what, you're not the sort of fellow to
+ go in for this kind of thing. You'd better leave it to cold-blooded
+ brutes, like some we know—I needn't mention names.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm awfully wretched, Drysdale; I've been a brute my self to you
+ and everybody of late.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I own I don't like the new side of you. Now make up your mind
+ to cut the whole concern, old fellow,&rdquo; he said, coming up
+ goodnaturedly, and putting his hand on Tom's shoulder, &ldquo;it's hard to
+ do, I dare say, but you had better make a plunge and get it over. There's
+ wickedness enough going about without your helping to shove another one
+ into it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom groaned as he listened, but he felt that the man was trying to help
+ him in his own way, and according to his light, as Drysdale went on
+ expounding his own curious code of morality. When it was ended, he shook
+ Drysdale's hand, and, wishing him good night, went back to his own rooms.
+ The first step upwards towards the light had been made,—for he felt
+ thoroughly humbled before the man on whom he had expended in his own mind
+ so much patronizing pity for the last half year—whom he had been fancying
+ he was influencing for good.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ During the long hours of the night the scenes of the last few hours, of
+ the last few days, came back to him and burnt into his soul. The gulf
+ yawned before him now plain enough, open at his feet—black, ghastly. He
+ shuddered at it, wondering if he should even yet fall in, felt wildly
+ about for strength to stand firm, to retrace his steps; but found it not.
+ He found not yet the strength he was in search of, but in the grey morning
+ he wrote a short note:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall not be able to take you to Abingdon fair to-day. You will
+ not see me perhaps for some days. I am not well.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very sorry. Don't think that I am changed. Don't be unhappy,
+ or I don't know what I may do.&rdquo; There was no address and no
+ signature to the note.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When the gates opened he hurried out of the college and, having left it
+ and a shilling with Dick (whom he found cleaning the yard, and much
+ astonished at his appearance, and who promised to deliver it to Patty with
+ his own hands before eight o'clock), he got back again to his own rooms,
+ went to bed, worn out in mind and body, and slept till mid-day.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0018"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XVII—NEW GROUND</h2>
+ <p>
+ My readers have now been steadily at Oxford for six months without moving.
+ Most people find such a spell of the place without a change quite as much
+ as they care to take; perhaps too, it may do our hero good to let him
+ alone for a little, that he may have time to look steadily into the pit
+ which he has been so near falling down, which is still yawning awkwardly
+ in his path; moreover, the exigencies of a story teller must lead him away
+ from home now and then. Like the rest of us, his family must have change
+ of air, or he has to go off to see a friend properly married, or a
+ connexion buried; to wear white or black gloves with or for some one,
+ carrying such sympathy as he can with him, so that he may come back from
+ every journey, however short, with a wider horizon. Yes; to come back home
+ after every stage of life's journeying with a wider horizon—more in
+ sympathy with men and nature, knowing ever more of the righteous and
+ eternal laws which govern them, and of the righteous and loving will which
+ is above all, and around all, and beneath all—this must be the end and aim
+ of all of us, or we shall be wandering about blindfold, and spending time
+ and labor and journey-money on that which profiteth nothing. So now I must
+ ask my readers to forget the old buildings and quadrangles of the fairest
+ of England's cities, the caps and the gowns, the reading and rowing for a
+ short space, and take a flight with me to other scenes and pastures new.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The nights are pleasant in May, short and pleasant for travel. We will
+ leave the ancient city asleep, and do our flight in the night to save
+ time. Trust yourself then to the story-teller's aerial machine. It is but
+ a rough affair, I own, rough and humble, unfitted for high or great
+ flights, with no gilded panels or dainty cushions, or C-springs—not that
+ we shall care about springs, by the way, until we alight on terra firma
+ again—still, there is much to be learned in a third-class carriage if we
+ will only not look while in it for cushions and fine panels, and forty
+ miles an hour traveling, and will not be shocked at our fellow passengers
+ for being weak in their h's and smelling of fustian. Mount in it, then,
+ you who will, after this warning; the fares are holiday fares, the tickets
+ return tickets. Take with you nothing but the poet's luggage,
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;A smile for Hope, a tear for Pain,
+ A breath to swell the voice of Prayer.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ and may you have a pleasant journey, for it is time that the stoker should
+ be looking to his going gear.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So now we rise slowly in the moonlight from St. Ambrose's quadrangle, and,
+ when we are clear of the clock-tower, steer away southwards, over Oxford
+ city and all its sleeping wisdom and folly, over street and past spire,
+ over Christ Church and the canons' houses, and the fountain in Tom quad;
+ over St. Aldate's and the river, along which the moonbeams lie in a
+ pathway of twinkling silver, over the railway sheds—no, there was then no
+ railway, but only the quiet fields and footpaths of Hincksey hamlet. Well,
+ no matter; at any rate, the hills beyond, and Bagley Wood, were there then
+ as now; and over hills and wood we rise, catching the purr of the
+ night-jar, the trill of the nightingale, and the first crow of the
+ earliest cock-pheasant, as he stretches his jewelled wings, conscious of
+ his strength and his beauty, heedless of the fellows of St. John's, who
+ slumber within sight of his perch, on whose hospitable board he shall one
+ day lie, prone on his back, with fair larded breast turned upwards for the
+ carving-knife, having crowed his last crow. He knows it not; what matters
+ it to him? If he knew it, could a Bagley Wood cock-pheasant desire a
+ better ending?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ We pass over the vale beyond; hall and hamlet, church, and meadow, and
+ copse, folded in mist and shadow below us, each hamlet holding in its
+ bosom the material of three volumed novels by the dozen, if we could only
+ pull off the roofs of the houses and look steadily into the interiors; but
+ our destination is farther yet. The faint white streak behind the distant
+ Chilterns reminds us that we have no time for gossip by the way; May
+ nights are short, and the sun will be up by four. No matter; our journey
+ will now be soon over, for the broad vale is crossed, and the chalk hills
+ and downs beyond. Larks quiver up by us, &ldquo;higher, ever
+ higher,&rdquo; hastening up to get a first glimpse of the coming monarch,
+ careless of food, flooding the fresh air with song. Steadily plodding
+ rooks labour along below us, and lively starlings rush by on the look-out
+ for the early worm; lark and swallow, rook and starling, each on his
+ appointed round. The sun arises, and they get them to it; he is up now,
+ and these breezy uplands over which we hang are swimming in the light of
+ horizontal rays, though the shadows and mists still lie on the wooded
+ dells which slope away southwards.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here let us bring to, over the village of Englebourn, and try to get
+ acquainted with the outside of the place before the good folk are about,
+ and we have to go down among them and their sayings and doings.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The village lies on the southern slopes of the Berkshire hills, on the
+ opposite side to that under which our hero was born. Another soil
+ altogether is here, we remark in the first place. This is no chalk; this
+ high knoll which rises above—one may almost say hangs over—the village,
+ crowned with Scotch firs, its sides tufted with gorse and heather. It is
+ the Hawk's Lynch, the favorite resort of Englebourn folk, who come up for
+ the view, for the air, because their fathers and mothers came up before
+ them, because they came up themselves as children—from an instinct which
+ moves them all in leisure hours and Sunday evenings, when the sun shines
+ and the birds sing, whether they care for view or air or not. Something
+ guides all their feet hitherward; the children, to play hide-and-seek and
+ look for nests in the gorse-bushes; young men and maidens, to saunter and
+ look and talk, as they will till the world's end—or as long, at any rate,
+ as the Hawk's Lynch and Englebourn last—and to cut their initials,
+ enclosed in a true lover's knot, on the short rabbit's turf; steady
+ married couples, to plod along together consulting on hard times and
+ growing families; even old tottering men, who love to sit at the feet of
+ the firs, with chins leaning on their sticks, prattling of days long past,
+ to anyone who will listen, or looking silently with dim eyes into the
+ summer air, feeling perhaps in their spirits after a wider and more
+ peaceful view which will soon open for them. A common knoll, open to all,
+ up in the silent air, well away from every-day Englebourn life, with the
+ Hampshire range and the distant Beacon Hill lying soft on the horizon, and
+ nothing higher between you and the southern sea, what a blessing the
+ Hawk's Lynch is to the village folk, one and all! May Heaven and a
+ thankless soil long preserve it and them from an enclosure under the Act!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There is much temptation lying about, though, for the enclosers of the
+ world. The rough common land stretches over the whole of the knoll, and
+ down to its base, and away along the hills behind, of which the Hawk's
+ Lynch is an outlying spur. Rough common land, broken only by pine woods of
+ a few acres each in extent, an occasional woodman's or squatter's cottage
+ and little patch of attempted garden. But immediately below, and on each
+ flank of the spur, and half-way up the slopes, come small farm enclosures,
+ breaking here and there the belt of woodlands, which generally lies
+ between the rough wild upland, and the cultivated country below. As you
+ stand on the knoll you can see common land just below you at its foot
+ narrow into a mere road, with a border of waste on each side which runs
+ into Englebourn street. At the end of the straggling village stands the
+ church with its square tower, a lofty grey stone building, with bits of
+ fine decorated architecture about it, but much of churchwarden Gothic
+ supervening. The churchyard is large, and the graves, as you can see
+ plainly even from this distance, are all crowded on the southern side. The
+ rector's sheep are feeding in the northern part, nearest to us, and a
+ small gate at one corner opens into his garden. The Rectory looks large
+ and comfortable, and its grounds well cared for and extensive, with a
+ rookery of elms at the lawn's end. It is the chief house of the place, for
+ there is no resident squire. The principal street contains a few shops,
+ some dozen, perhaps, in all; and several farm houses lie a little back
+ from it, with gardens in front, and yards and barns and orchards behind;
+ and there are two public-houses. The other dwellings are mere cottages,
+ and very bad ones for the most part, with floors below the level of the
+ street. Almost every house in the village is thatched, which adds to the
+ beauty though not to the comfort of the place. The rest of the population
+ who do not live in the street are dotted about the neighboring lanes,
+ chiefly towards the west, on our right as we look down from the Hawk's
+ Lynch. On this side the country is more open, and here most of the farmers
+ live, as we may see by the number of homesteads. And there is a small
+ brook on that side too, which with careful damming is made to turn a mill,
+ there where you see the clump of poplars. On our left as we look down, the
+ country to the east of the village is thickly wooded; but we can see that
+ there is a village green on that side, and a few scattered cottages, the
+ farthest of which stands looking out like a little white eye, from the end
+ of a dense copse.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Beyond it there is no sign of habitation for some two miles; then you can
+ see the tall chimneys of a great house, and a well timbered park round it.
+ The Grange is not in Englebourn parish—happily for that parish, one is
+ sorry to remark. It must be a very bad squire who does not do more good
+ than harm by living in a country village. But there are very bad squires,
+ and the owner of the Grange is one of them. He is, however, for the most
+ part, an absentee, so that we are little concerned with him, and in fact,
+ have only to notice this one of his bad habits, that he keeps that long
+ belt of woodlands, which runs into Englebourn parish, and comes almost up
+ to the village, full of hares and pheasants. He has only succeeded to the
+ property some three or four years, and yet the head of game on the estate,
+ and above all in the woods, has trebled or quadrupled. Pheasants by
+ hundreds are reared under hens, from eggs bought in London, and run about
+ the keepers' houses as tame as barn door fowls all the summer. When the
+ first party comes down for the first <i>battue</i> early in October, it is
+ often as much as the beaters can do to persuade these pampered fowls that
+ they are wild game, whose duty it is to get up and fly away, and be shot
+ at. However, they soon learn more of the world—such of them, at least, as
+ are not slain—and are unmistakable wild birds in a few days. Then they
+ take to roosting farther from their old haunts, more in the outskirts of
+ the woods, and the time comes for others besides the squire's guests to
+ take their education in hand, and teach pheasants at least that they are
+ no native British birds. These are a wild set, living scattered about the
+ wild country; turf-cutters, broom-makers, squatters, with indefinite
+ occupations, and nameless habits, a race hated of keepers and constables.
+ These have increased and flourished of late years; and, notwithstanding
+ the imprisonments and transportations which deprive them periodically of
+ the most enterprising members of their community, one and all give thanks
+ for the day when the owner of the Grange took to pheasant breeding. If the
+ demoralization stopped with them, little harm might come of it, as they
+ would steal fowls in the homesteads if there were no pheasants in the
+ woods—which latter are less dangerous to get, and worth more when gotten.
+ But, unhappily, this method of earning a livelihood has strong
+ attractions, and is catching; and the cases of farm labourers who get into
+ trouble about game are more frequent season by season in the neighbouring
+ parishes, and Englebourn is no better than the rest. And the men are not
+ likely to be much discouraged from these practices, or taught better by
+ the fanners; for, if there is one thing more than another that drives that
+ sturdy set of men, the Englebourn yeomen, into a frenzy, it is talk of the
+ game in the Grange covers. Not that they dislike sport; they like it too
+ well, and, moreover, have been used to their fair share of it. For the
+ late squire left the game entirely in their hands. &ldquo;You know best
+ how much game your land will carry without serious damage to the
+ crops,&rdquo; he used to say. &ldquo;I like to show my friends a fair
+ day's sport when they are with me, and have enough game to supply the
+ house and make a few presents. Beyond that, it is no affair of mine. You
+ can course whenever you like; and let me know when you want a day's
+ shooting, and you shall have it.&rdquo; Under this system the yeomen
+ became keen sportsmen; they and all their labourers took a keen interest
+ in preserving, and the whole district would have risen on a poacher. The
+ keeper's place became a sinecure, and the squire had as much game as he
+ wanted without expense, and was, moreover, the most popular man in the
+ county. Even after the new man came, and all was changed, the mere
+ revocation of their sporting liberties, and the increase of game,
+ unpopular as these things were, would not alone have made the farmers so
+ bitter, and have raised that sense of outraged justice in them. But with
+ these changes came in a custom new in the country—the custom of selling
+ the game. At first the report was not believed; but soon it became
+ notorious that no head of game from the Grange estates was ever given
+ away, that not only did the tenants never get a brace of birds or a hare,
+ or the labourers a rabbit, but not one of the gentlemen who helped to kill
+ the game ever found any of the bag in his dog-cart after the day's
+ shooting. Nay, so shameless had the system become, and so highly was the
+ art of turning the game to account cultivated at the Grange, that the
+ keepers sold powder and shot to any of the guests who had emptied their
+ own belts or flasks at something over the market retail price. The light
+ cart drove to the market-town twice a week in the season, loaded heavily
+ with game, but more heavily with the hatred and scorn of the farmers; and,
+ if deep and bitter curses could break patent axles or necks, the new
+ squire and his game-cart would not long have vexed the countryside. As it
+ was, not a man but his own tenants would salute him in the market-place;
+ and these repaid themselves for the unwilling courtesy by bitter
+ reflections on a squire who was mean enough to pay his butcher's and
+ poulterer's bills out of their pockets.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Alas that the manly instinct of sport which is so strong in all of us
+ Englishmen—which sends Oswells single handed against the mightiest beasts
+ that walk the earth, and takes the poor cockney journeyman out a ten
+ miles' walk almost before daylight, on the rare summer holiday mornings,
+ to angle with rude tackle in reservoir or canal—should be dragged through
+ such mire as this in many an English shire in our day. If English
+ landlords want to go on shooting game much longer, they must give up
+ selling it. For if selling game becomes the rule, and not the exception
+ (as it seems likely to do before long), good-bye to sport in England.
+ Every man who loves his country more than his pleasure or his pocket—and,
+ thank God, that includes the great majority of us yet, however much we may
+ delight in gun and rod, let any demagogue in the land say what he
+ pleases—will cry, &ldquo;Down with it,&rdquo; and lend a hand to put it
+ down for ever.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But to return to our perch on the Hawk's Lynch above Englebourn village.
+ The rector is the fourth of his race who holds the family living—a kind,
+ easy-going, gentlemanly old man, a Doctor of Divinity, as becomes his
+ position, though he only went into orders because there was the living
+ ready for him. In his day he had been a good magistrate and neighbour,
+ living with and much in the same way as the squires round about. But his
+ contemporaries had dropped off one by one; his own health had long been
+ failing; his wife was dead; and the young generation did not seek him. His
+ work and the parish had no real hold on him; so he had nothing to fall
+ back on, and had become a confirmed invalid, seldom leaving the house and
+ garden even to go to church, and thinking more of his dinner and his
+ health than of all other things in earth or heaven.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The only child who remained at home with him was a daughter, a girl of
+ nineteen or thereabouts, whose acquaintance we shall make presently, and
+ who was doing all that a good heart and sound head prompted in nursing an
+ old hypochondriac, and filling his place in the parish. But though the old
+ man was weak and selfish, he was kind in his way, and ready to give freely
+ or do anything that his daughter suggested for the good of his people,
+ provided the trouble were taken off his shoulders. In the year before our
+ tale opens, he had allowed some thirty acres of his glebe to be parcelled
+ out in allotments amongst the poor; and his daughter spent almost what she
+ pleased in clothing-clubs, and sick-clubs, and the school, without a word
+ from him. Whenever he did remonstrate, she managed to get what she wanted
+ out of the house-money, or her own allowance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ We must make acquaintance with such other of the inhabitants as it
+ concerns us to know in the course of the story; for it is broad daylight,
+ and the villagers will be astir directly. Folk who go to bed before nine,
+ after a hard day's work, get into the habit of turning out soon after the
+ sun calls them. So now, descending from the Hawk's Lynch, we will alight
+ at the east end of Englebourn, opposite the little white cottage which
+ looks out at the end of the great wood, near the village green.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Soon after five on that bright Sunday morning, Harry Winburn unbolted the
+ door of his mother's cottage, and stepped out in his shirt-sleeves on to
+ the little walk in front, paved with pebbles. Perhaps some of my readers
+ will recognize the name of an old acquaintance, and wonder how he got
+ here; so let us explain at once. Soon after our hero went to school,
+ Harry's father had died of a fever. He had been a journeyman blacksmith,
+ and in the receipt, consequently, of rather better wages than generally
+ fall to the lot of the peasantry, but not enough to leave much of a margin
+ over current expenditure. Moreover, the Winburns had always been
+ open-handed with whatever money they had; so that all he left for his
+ widow and child, of worldly goods, was their &ldquo;few sticks&rdquo; of
+ furniture, L5 in the savings bank, and the money from his burial-club
+ which was not more than enough to give him a creditable funeral—that
+ object of honorable ambition to all the independent poor. He left,
+ however, another inheritance to them, which is in price above rubies,
+ neither shall silver be named in comparison thereof,—the inheritance of an
+ honest name, of which his widow was proud, and which was not likely to
+ suffer in her hands.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After the funeral, she removed to Englebourn, her own native village, and
+ kept her old father's house till his death. He was one of the woodmen to
+ the Grange, and lived in the cottage at the corner of the wood in which
+ his work lay. When he, too, died, hard times came on Widow Winburn. The
+ steward allowed her to keep on the cottage. The rent was a sore burden to
+ her, but she would sooner have starved than leave it. Parish relief was
+ out of the question for her father's child and her husband's widow; so she
+ turned her hand to every odd job which offered, and went to work in the
+ fields when nothing else could be had. Whenever there was sickness in the
+ place, she was an untiring nurse; and, at one time, for some nine months,
+ she took the office of postman, and walked daily some nine miles through a
+ severe winter. The fatigue and exposure had broken down her health, and
+ made her an old woman before her time. At last, in a lucky hour, the
+ Doctor came to hear of her praiseworthy struggles, and gave her the
+ Rectory washing, which had made her life a comparatively easy one again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ During all this time her poor neighbors had stood by her as the poor do
+ stand by one another, helping her in numberless small ways, so that she
+ had been able to realize the great object of her life, and keep Harry at
+ school till he was nearly fourteen. By this time he had learned all that
+ the village pedagogue could teach, and had in fact become an object of
+ mingled pride and jealousy to that worthy man, who had his misgivings lest
+ Harry's fame as a scholar should eclipse his own before many years were
+ over.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mrs. Winburn's character was so good, that no sooner was her son ready for
+ a place than a place was ready for him; he stepped at once into the
+ dignity of carter's boy, and his earnings, when added to his mother's,
+ made them comfortable enough. Of course she was wrapped up in him, and
+ believed that there was no such boy in the parish. And indeed she was
+ nearer the truth than most mothers, for he soon grew into a famous
+ specimen of a countryman; tall and lithe, full of nervous strength, and
+ not yet bowed down or stiffened by the constant toil of a labourer's daily
+ life. In these matters, however, he had rivals in the village; but in
+ intellectual accomplishments he was unrivalled. He was full of learning
+ according to the village standard, could write and cipher well, was fond
+ of reading such books as came in his way, and spoke his native English
+ almost without an accent. He is one-and-twenty at the time when our story
+ takes him up; a thoroughly skilled labourer, the best hedger and ditcher
+ in the parish; and, when his blood is up, he can shear twenty sheep in a
+ day, without razing the skin, or mow for sixteen hours at a stretch, with
+ rests of half an hour for meals twice in the day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry shaded his eyes with his hand for a minute, as he stood outside the
+ cottage drinking in the fresh, pure air, laden with the scent of the
+ honeysuckle which he had trained over the porch, and listening to the
+ chorus of linnets and finches from the copse at the back of the house; he
+ then set about the household duties, which he always made it a point of
+ honour to attend to himself on Sundays. First he unshuttered the little
+ lattice-window of the room on the ground floor; a simple enough operation,
+ for the shutter was a mere wooden flap, which was closed over the window
+ at night and bolted with a wooden bolt on the outside, and thrown back
+ against the wall in the daytime. Any one who would could have opened it at
+ any moment of the night; but the poor sleep sound without bolts. Then he
+ took the one old bucket of the establishment, and strode away to the well
+ on the village green, and filled it with clear, cold water, doing the same
+ kind office for the vessels of two or three rosy little damsels and boys,
+ of ages varying from ten to fourteen, who were already astir, and to whom
+ the winding-up of the parish chain and bucket would have been a work of
+ difficulty. Returning to the cottage, he proceeded to fill his mother's
+ kettle, sweep the hearth, strike a light, and make up the fire with a
+ faggot from the little stack in the corner of the garden. Then he hauled
+ the three-legged round table before the fire, and dusted it carefully
+ over, and laid out the black Japan tea-tray with two delf cups and saucers
+ of gorgeous pattern, and diminutive plates to match, and placed the sugar
+ and slop basins, the big loaf and small piece of salt butter, in their
+ accustomed places, and the little black teapot on the hob to get properly
+ warm. There was little more to be done indoors, for the furniture was
+ scanty enough; but everything in turn received its fair share of
+ attention, and the little room, with its sunken tiled floor and
+ yellow-washed walls, looked cheerful and homely. Then Harry turned his
+ attention to the shed of his own contriving, which stood beside the
+ faggot-stack, and from which expostulatory and plaintive grunts had been
+ issuing ever since his first appearance at the door, telling of a faithful
+ and useful friend who was sharp set on Sunday mornings, and desired his
+ poor breakfast, and to be dismissed for the day to pick up the rest of his
+ livelihood with his brethren porkers of the village on the green and in
+ the lanes. Harry served out to the porker the poor mess which the wash of
+ the cottage and the odds and ends of the little garden afforded; which
+ that virtuous animal forthwith began to discuss with both fore-feet in the
+ trough—by way, probably, of adding to the flavor—while his master
+ scratched him gently between the ears and on the back with a short stick
+ till the repast was concluded. Then he opened the door of the stye, and
+ the grateful animal rushed out into the lane, and away to the green with a
+ joyful squeal and flirt of his hind-quarters in the air; and Harry, after
+ picking a bunch of wall-flowers, and pansies, and hyacinths, a line of
+ which flowers skirted the narrow garden walk, and putting them in a
+ long-necked glass which he took from the mantel-piece, proceeded to his
+ morning ablutions, ample materials for which remained at the bottom of the
+ family bucket, which he had put down on a little bench by the side of the
+ porch. These finished, he retired indoors to shave and dress himself.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0019"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XVIII—ENGLEBOURNE VILLAGE</h2>
+ <p>
+ Dame Winburn was not long after her son, and they sat down together to
+ breakfast in their best Sunday clothes—she, in a plain large white cap
+ which covered all but a line of grey hair, a black stuff gown reaching to
+ neck and wrists, and small silk neckkerchief put on like a shawl; a thin,
+ almost gaunt old woman, whom the years had not used tenderly, and who
+ showed marks of their usage—but a resolute, high-couraged soul, who had
+ met hard times in the face, and could meet them again if need were. She
+ spoke in broad Berkshire, and was otherwise a homely body, but
+ self-possessed and without a shade of real vulgarity in her composition.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The widow looked with some anxiety at Harry as he took his seat. Although
+ something of a rustic dandy, of late he had not been so careful in the
+ matter of dress as usual; but, in consequence of her reproaches, on this
+ Sunday there was nothing to complain of. His black velveteen shooting
+ coat, and cotton plush waistcoat, his brown corduroy knee-breeches and
+ gaiters, sat on him well, and gave the world assurance of a well-to-do
+ man, for few of the Englebourn labourers rose above smock-frocks and
+ fustian trousers. He wore a blue bird's-eye handkerchief round his neck,
+ and his shirt, though coarse in texture, was as white as the sun and the
+ best laundress in Englebourn could manage to bleach it. There was nothing
+ to find fault with in his dress, therefore, but still his mother did not
+ feel quite comfortable as she took stealthy glances at him. Harry was
+ naturally a reserved fellow, and did not make much conversation himself,
+ and his mother felt a little embarrassed on this particular morning.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was not, therefore, until Dame Winburn had finished her first slice of
+ bread and butter, and had sipped the greater part of her second dish of
+ tea out of her saucer, that she broke silence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I minded thy business last night, Harry, when I wur up at the
+ Rectory about the washin'. It's my belief as thou'lt get t'other 'lotment
+ next quarter-day. The Doctor spoke very kind about it, and said as how he
+ heer'd as high a character o' thee, young as thee bist, as of are' a man
+ in the parish, and as how he wur set on lettin' the lots to thaay as'd do
+ best by 'em; only he said as the farmers went agin givin' more nor an acre
+ to any man as worked for <i>them</i>; and the Doctor, you see, he don't
+ like to go altogether agin the vestry folk.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What business is it o' theirs,&rdquo; said Harry, &ldquo;so long as
+ they get their own work done? There's scarce one on 'em as hasn't more
+ land already nor he can keep as should be, and for all that they want to
+ snap up every bit as falls vacant, so as no poor man shall get it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis mostly so with them as has,&rdquo; said his mother, with a
+ half puzzled look; &ldquo;Scriptur says as to them shall be given, and
+ they shall have more abundant,&rdquo; Dame Winburn spoke hesitatingly, and
+ looked doubtfully at Harry, as a person who has shot with a strange gun,
+ and knows not what effect the bolt may have. Harry was brought up all
+ standing by this unexpected quotation of his mother's; but, after thinking
+ for a few moments while he cut himself a slice of bread, replied:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It don't say as those shall have more that can't use what they've
+ got already. 'Tis a deal more like Naboth's vineyard for aught as I can
+ see. But 'tis little odds to me which way it goes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How canst talk so, Harry?&rdquo; said his mother reproachfully;
+ &ldquo;thou know'st thou wast set on it last fall, like a wasp on sugar.
+ Why scarce a day past but thou wast up to the Rectory, to see the Doctor
+ about it; and now thou'rt like to get th'lotment thou'lt not go anyst
+ 'un.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry looked out at the open door, without answering. It was quite true
+ that, in the last autumn, he had been very anxious to get as large an
+ allotment as he could into his own hands, and that he had been for ever up
+ towards the Rectory, but perhaps not always on the allotment business. He
+ was naturally a self-reliant, shrewd fellow, and felt that if he could put
+ his hand on three or four acres of land, he could soon make himself
+ independent of the farmers. He knew that at harvest-times, and whenever
+ there was a pinch for good labourers, they would be glad enough to have
+ him; while at other times, with a few acres of his own, he would be his
+ own master and could do much better for himself. So he had put his name
+ down first on the Doctor's list, taken the largest lot he could get, and
+ worked it so well that his crops, amongst others, had been a sort of
+ village show last harvest-time. Many of the neighboring allotments stood
+ out in sad contrast to those of Harry and the more energetic of the
+ peasantry, and lay by the side of these latter only half worked and full
+ of weeds, and the rent was never ready. It was worse than useless to let
+ matters go on thus, and the question arose, what was to be done with the
+ neglected lots. Harry, and all the men like him, applied at once for them;
+ and their eagerness to get them had roused some natural jealousy amongst
+ the farmers, who began to foresee that the new system might shortly leave
+ them with none but the worst labourers. So the vestry had pressed on the
+ Doctor, as Dame Winburn said, not to let any man have more than an acre,
+ or an acre and a half; and the well-meaning, easy-going invalid old man
+ couldn't make up his mind what to do. So here was May again, and the
+ neglected lots were still in the nominal occupation of the idlers. The
+ Doctor got no rent, and was annoyed at the partial failure of a scheme
+ which he had not indeed originated, but for which he had taken much credit
+ to himself. The negligent occupiers grumbled that they were not allowed a
+ drawback for manure, and that no pigstyes were put up for them.
+ &ldquo;'Twas allers understood so,&rdquo; they maintained, &ldquo;and
+ they'd never ha' took to the lots but for that.&rdquo; The good men
+ grumbled that it would be too late now for them to do more than clean the
+ lots of weeds this year. The farmers grumbled that it was always
+ understood that no man should have more than one lot. The poor rector had
+ led his flock into a miry place with a vengeance. People who cannot make
+ up their minds breed trouble in other places besides country villages.
+ However quiet and out of the way the place may be, there is always some
+ <i>quasi</i> public topic, which stands, to the rural Englishman, in the
+ place of treaty, or budget, or reform-bill. So the great allotment
+ question, for the time, was that which exercised the minds of the
+ inhabitants of Englebourn; and until lately no one had taken a keener
+ interest in it than Harry Winburn. But that interest had now much abated,
+ and so Harry looked through the cottage door, instead of answering his
+ mother.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis my belief as you med amost hev it for the axin'.&rdquo; Dame
+ Winburn began again when she found that he would not re-open the subject
+ himself. &ldquo;The young missus said as much to me herself last night.
+ Ah! to be sure, things'd go better if she had the guidin' on 'em.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm not going after it any more, mother. We can keep the bits o'
+ sticks here together without it while you be alive; and if anything was to
+ happen to you, I don't think I should stay in these parts. But it don't
+ matter what becomes o' me; I can earn a livelihood anywhere.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Dame Winburn paused a moment before answering to subdue her vexation, and
+ then said, &ldquo;How can 'ee let hankerin' arter a lass take the heart
+ out o' thee so? Hold up thy head, and act a bit measterful. The more thow
+ makest o' thyself, the more like thou art to win.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Did you hear aught of her last night, mother?&rdquo; replied Harry,
+ taking advantage of this ungracious opening to speak of the subject which
+ was uppermost in his mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I heer'd she wur goin' on well,&rdquo; said his mother.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No likelihood of her comin' home?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not as I could make out. Why, she hevn't been gone not four months.
+ Now, do 'ee pluck up a bit, Harry; and be more like thyself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, mother, I've not missed a day's work since Christmas; so there
+ ain't much to find fault with.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nay, Harry, 'tisn't thy work. Thou wert always good at thy work,
+ praise God. Thou'rt thy father's own son for that. But thou dostn't keep
+ about like, and take thy place wi' the lave on 'em since Christmas. Thou
+ look'st hagged at times, and folk'll see't, and talk about thee afore
+ long.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let 'em talk. I mind their talk no more than last year's
+ wind,&rdquo; said Harry, abruptly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But thy old mother does,&rdquo; she said, looking at him with eyes
+ full of pride and love; and so Harry, who was a right good son, began to
+ inquire what it was that was specially weighing on his mother's mind,
+ determined to do anything in reason to re-place her on the little harmless
+ social pinnacle from which she was wont to look down on all the other
+ mothers and sons of the parish. He soon found out that her present
+ grievance arose from his having neglected his place as ringer of the heavy
+ bell in the village peal on the two preceding Sundays; and, as this post
+ was, in some sort the corresponding one to stroke of the boat at Oxford,
+ her anxiety was reasonable enough. So Harry promised to go to ringing in
+ good time that morning, and then set about little odds and ends of jobs
+ till it would be time to start. Dame Winburn went to her cooking and other
+ household duties, which were pretty well got under when her son took his
+ hat and started for the belfry. She stood at the door with a half-peeled
+ potato in one hand, shading her eyes with the other, as she watched him
+ striding along the raised footpath under the elms, when the sound of light
+ footsteps and pleasant voices, coming up from the other direction, made
+ her turn round and drop a curtsey as the rector's daughter and another
+ young lady stopped at her door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good morning, Betty,&rdquo; said the former; &ldquo;here's a bright
+ Sunday morning at last, isn't it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Tis indeed, miss; but where hev'ee been to?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, we've only been for a little walk before school-time. This is
+ my cousin, Betty. She hasn't been at Englebourn since she was quite a
+ child; so I've been taking her to the Hawk's Lynch to see our view.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you can't think how I have enjoyed it,&rdquo; said her cousin;
+ &ldquo;it is so still and beautiful.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've heer'd say as there ain't no such a place for thretty mile
+ round,&rdquo; said Betty, proudly, &ldquo;But do'ee come in, tho', and
+ sit'ee down a bit,&rdquo; she added, bustling inside her door, and
+ beginning to rub down a chair with her apron; &ldquo;'tis a smart step for
+ gentlefolk to walk afore church.&rdquo; Betty's notions of the walking
+ powers of gentlefolk were very limited.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you, we must be getting on,&rdquo; said Miss Winter;
+ &ldquo;but how lovely your flowers are! Look, Mary, did you ever see such
+ double pansies? We've nothing like them at the Rectory.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do'ee take some,&rdquo; said Betty, emerging again, and beginning
+ to pluck a handful of her finest flowers; &ldquo;'tis all our Harry's
+ doing; he's 'mazing partickler about seeds.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He seems to make everything thrive, Betty. There, that's plenty,
+ thank you. We won't take many, for fear they should fade before church is
+ over.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dwont'ee be afeard, there's plenty more; and you be as welcom'
+ as the day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Betty never said a truer word; she was one of the real open-handed sort,
+ who are found mostly amongst those who have the least to give. They or
+ anyone else were welcome to the best she had.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the young ladies took the flowers, thanked her again, and passed on
+ towards the Sunday-school.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The rector's daughter might have been a year or so older than her
+ companion; she looked more. Her position in the village had been one of
+ much anxiety, and she was fast getting an old head on young shoulders. The
+ other young lady was a slip of a girl just coming out; in fact, this was
+ the first visit which she had ever paid out of leading strings. She had
+ lived in a happy home, where she had always been trusted and loved, and
+ perhaps a thought too much petted.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There are some natures which attract petting; you can't help doing your
+ best to spoil them in this way, and it is satisfactory, therefore, to know
+ (as the fact is) that they are just the ones which cannot be so spoilt.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miss Mary was one of these. Trustful, for she had never been tricked;
+ fearless, for she had never been cowed; pure and bright as the Englebourn
+ brook at fifty yards from its parent spring in the chalk, for she had a
+ pure and bright nature, and had come in contact as yet with nothing which
+ could soil or cast a shadow. What wonder that her life gave forth light
+ and music as it glided on, and that every one who knew her was eager to
+ have her with them, to warm themselves in the light and rejoice in the
+ music!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Besides all her other attractions, or in consequence of them for anything
+ I know, she was one of the merriest young women in the world, always ready
+ to bubble over and break out into clear laughter on the slightest
+ provocation. And provocation had not been wanting during the last two days
+ which she had spent with her cousin. As usual she had brought sunshine
+ with her, and the old doctor had half forgotten his numerous complaints
+ and grievances for the time. So the cloud which generally hung over the
+ house had been partially lifted, and Mary, knowing and suspecting nothing
+ of the dark side of life at Englebourn Rectory, rallied her cousin on her
+ gravity, and laughed till she cried at the queer ways and talk of the
+ people about the place.
+ </p>
+ <p>As soon as they were out of hearing of Dame Winburn, Mary began—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Katie, I can't say that you have mended your case at
+ all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Surely you can't deny that there is a great deal of character in
+ Betty's face?&rdquo; said Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, plenty of character; all your people, as soon as they begin to
+ stiffen a little and get wrinkles, seem to be full of character, and I
+ enjoy it much more than beauty; but we were talking about beauty, you
+ know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Betty's son is the handsomest young man in the parish,&rdquo; said
+ Miss Winter; &ldquo;and I must say I don't think you could find a
+ better-looking one anywhere.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then I can't have seen him.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed you have; I pointed him out to you at the post office
+ yesterday. Don't you remember? He was waiting for a letter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes! now I remember. Well, he was better than most. But the
+ faces of your young people in general are not interesting—I don't mean the
+ children, but the young men and women—and they are awkward and clownish in
+ their manners, without the quaintness of the elder generation, who are the
+ funniest old dears in the world.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They will all be quaint enough as they get older. You must remember
+ the sort of life they lead. They get their notions very slowly, and they
+ must have notions in their heads before they can show them on their
+ faces.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, your Betty's son looked as if he had a notion of hanging
+ himself yesterday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's no laughing matter, Mary. I hear that he is desperately in
+ love.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor fellow! that makes a difference, of course. I hope he won't
+ carry out his notion. Who is it, do you know? Do tell me all about
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Our gardener's daughter, I believe. Of course, I never meddle with
+ these matters; but one can't help hearing the servant's gossip. I think it
+ likely to be true, for he was about our premises at all sorts of times
+ until lately, and I never see him now that she is away.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Is she pretty?&rdquo; said Mary, who was getting interested.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, she is our belle. In fact, they are the two beauties of the
+ parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Fancy that cross-grained old Simon having a pretty daughter. Oh,
+ Katie, look here! who is this figure of fun?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The figure of fun was a middle-aged man of small stature, and very
+ bandy-legged, dressed in a blue coat and brass buttons, and carrying a
+ great bass-viol bigger than himself, in a rough baize cover. He came out
+ of a footpath into the road just before them, and, on seeing them, touched
+ his hat to Miss Winter, and then fidgeted along with his load, and jerked
+ his head in a deprecatory manner away from them as he walked on, with the
+ sort of look and action which a favorite terrier uses when his master
+ holds out a lighted cigar to his nose. He was the village tailor and
+ constable, also the principal performer in the church-music which obtained
+ in Englebourn. In the latter capacity he had of late come into collision
+ with Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For this was another of the questions which divided the parish—The great
+ church music question. From time immemorial, at least ever since the
+ gallery at the west end had been built, the village psalmody had been in
+ the hands of the occupiers of that Protestant structure. In the middle of
+ the front row sat the musicians, three in number, who played respectively
+ a bass-viol, a fiddle, and a clarionet. On one side of them were two or
+ three young women, who sang treble—shrill, ear-piercing treble—with a
+ strong nasal Berkshire drawl in it. On the other side of the musicians sat
+ the blacksmith, the wheelwright, and other tradesmen of the place.
+ Tradesmen means in that part of the country what we mean by artisan, and
+ these were naturally allied with the laborers, and consorted with them. So
+ far as church-going was concerned, they formed a sort of independent
+ opposition, sitting in the gallery, instead of in the nave, where the
+ farmers and the two or three principal shopkeepers—the great landed and
+ commercial interests—regularly sat and slept, and where the two publicans
+ occupied pews, but seldom made even the pretence of worshipping.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The rest of the gallery was filled by the able-bodied male peasantry. The
+ old worn-out men generally sat below in the free seats; the women also,
+ and some few boys. But the hearts of these latter were in the gallery—a
+ seat on the back benches of which was a sign that they had indued the
+ <i>toga virilis</i>, and were thenceforth free from maternal and pastoral
+ tutelage in the matter of church-going. The gallery thus constituted had
+ gradually usurped the psalmody as their particular and special portion of
+ the service; they left the clerk and the school children, aided by such of
+ the aristocracy below as cared to join, to do the responses; but, when
+ singing time came, they reigned supreme. The slate on which the Psalms
+ were announced was hung out from before the centre of the gallery, and the
+ clerk, leaving his place under the reading-desk, marched up there to give
+ them out. He took this method of preserving his constitutional connection
+ with the singing, knowing that otherwise he could not have maintained the
+ rightful position of his office in this matter. So matters had stood until
+ shortly before the time of our story.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The present curate, however, backed by Miss Winter, had tried a reform. He
+ was a quiet man, with a wife and several children, and small means. He had
+ served in the diocese ever since he had been ordained, in a hum-drum sort
+ of way, going where he was sent for, and performing his routine duties
+ reasonably well, but without showing any great aptitude for his work. He
+ had little interest, and had almost given up expecting promotion, which he
+ certainly had done nothing particular to merit. But there was one point on
+ which he was always ready to go out of his way, and take a little trouble.
+ He was a good musician, and had formed choirs at all his former curacies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Soon after his arrival, therefore, he, in concert with Miss Winter, had
+ begun to train the children in church-music. A small organ, which had
+ stood in a passage in the Rectory for many years, had been repaired, and
+ appeared first at the schoolroom, and at length under the gallery of the
+ church; and it was announced one week to the party in possession, that, on
+ the next Sunday, the constituted authorities would take the church-music
+ into their own hands. Then arose a strife, the end of which had nearly
+ been to send the gallery off, in a body, headed by the offended bass-viol,
+ to the small red-brick little Bethel at the other end of the village.
+ Fortunately the curate had too much good sense to drive matters to
+ extremities, and so alienate the parish constable, and a large part of his
+ flock, though he had not tact or energy enough to bring them round to his
+ own views. So a compromise was come to; and the curate's choir were
+ allowed to chant the Psalms and Canticles, which had always been read
+ before, while the gallery remained triumphant masters of the regular
+ Psalms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ My readers will now understand why Miss Winter's salutation to the musical
+ constable was not so cordial as it was to the other villagers whom they
+ had come across previously.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Indeed, Miss Winter, though she acknowledged the constable's salutation,
+ did not seem inclined to encourage him to accompany them, and talk his
+ mind out, although he was going the same way with them; and, instead of
+ drawing him out, as was her wont in such cases, went on talking herself to
+ her cousin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The little man walked out in the road, evidently in trouble of mind. He
+ did not like to drop behind or go ahead without some further remark from
+ Miss Winter, and yet could not screw up his courage to the point of
+ opening the conversation himself. So he ambled on alongside the footpath
+ on which they were walking, showing his discomfort by a twist of his neck
+ every few seconds, and perpetual shiftings of his bass-viol, and hunching
+ up of one shoulder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The conversation of the young ladies under these circumstances was of
+ course forced; and Miss Mary, though infinitely delighted at the meeting,
+ soon began to pity their involuntary companion. She was full of the
+ sensitive instinct which the best sort of women have to such a marvellous
+ extent, and which tells them at once and infallibly if any one in their
+ company has even a creased rose-leaf next their moral skin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Before they had walked a hundred yards she was interceding for the
+ rebellious constable.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Katie,&rdquo; she said softly in French, &ldquo;do speak to him.
+ The poor man is frightfully uncomfortable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It serves him right,&rdquo; answered Miss Winter in the same
+ language; &ldquo;you don't know how impertinent he was the other day to
+ Mr. Walker. And he won't give way on the least point, and leads the rest
+ of the old singers, and makes them as stubborn as himself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But look how he is winking and jerking his head at you. You really
+ mustn't be so cruel to him, Katie. I shall have to begin talking to him if
+ you don't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Thus urged, Miss Winter opened the conversation by asking after his wife,
+ and when she had ascertained &ldquo;that his missus wur pretty
+ middlin,&rdquo; made some other commonplace remark, and relapsed into
+ silence. By the help of Mary, however, a sort of disjointed dialogue was
+ kept up till they came to the gate which led up to the school, into which
+ the children were trooping by twos and threes. Here the ladies turned in,
+ and were going up the walk towards the school door, when the constable
+ summoned up courage to speak on the matter which was troubling him, and,
+ resting the bass-viol carefully on his right foot, calling out after them,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, please marm! Miss Winter!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; she said quietly, turning round, &ldquo;what do you
+ wish to say?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, please mann, I hopes as you don't think I be any ways unked
+ 'bout this here quire singin', as they calls it—I'm sartin you knows as
+ there ain't amost nothing I wouldn't do to please ee.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you know how to do it very easily,&rdquo; she said when he
+ paused. &ldquo;I don't ask you even to give up your music and try to work
+ with us, though I think you might have done that. I only ask you to use
+ some psalms and tunes which are fit to be used in a church.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To be sure us ool. 'Taint we as wants no new-fangled tunes; them as
+ we sings be aal owld ones as ha' been used in our church ever since I can
+ mind. But you only choose thaay as you likes out o' the book? and we be
+ ready to kep to thaay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think Mr. Walker made a selection for you some weeks ago,&rdquo;
+ said Miss Winter; &ldquo;did he not?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Ees, but 'tis narra mossel o' use for we to try his 'goriums and
+ sich like. I hopes you wun't be offended wi' me, miss, for I be telling
+ nought but truth.&rdquo; He spoke louder as they got nearer to the school
+ door, and, as they were opening it, shouted his last shot after them,
+ &ldquo;'Tis na good to try thaay tunes o' his'n, miss. When us praises
+ God, us likes to praise un joyful.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, you hear that, Mary,&rdquo; said Miss Winter. &ldquo;You'll
+ soon begin to see why I look grave. There never was such a hard parish to
+ manage. Nobody will do what they ought. I never can get them to do
+ anything. Perhaps we may manage to teach the children better, that's my
+ only comfort.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, Katie dear, what <i>do</i> the poor things sing? Psalms, I
+ hope.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, but they choose all the odd ones on purpose, I believe.
+ Which class will you take?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so the young ladies settled to their teaching, and the children in her
+ class all fell in love with Mary before church-time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The bass-viol proceeded to the church and did the usual rehearsals, and
+ gossiped with the sexton, to whom he confided the fact that the young
+ missus was &ldquo;terrible vexed.&rdquo; The bells soon began to ring, and
+ Widow Winburn's heart was glad as she listened to the full peal, and
+ thought to herself that it was her Harry who was making so much noise in
+ the world, and speaking to all the neighborhood. Then the peal ceased as
+ church-time drew near, and the single bell began, and the congregation
+ came flocking in from all sides. The farmers, letting their wives and
+ children enter, gathered round the church porch and compared notes in a
+ ponderous manner on crops and markets. The labourers collected near the
+ door by which the gallery was reached. All the men of the parish seemed to
+ like standing about before church, until they had seen the clergyman
+ safely inside. He came up with the school children and the young ladies,
+ and in due course the bell stopped and the service began. There was a very
+ good congregation still at Englebourn; the adult generation had been bred
+ up in times when every decent person in the parish went to church, and the
+ custom was still strong, notwithstanding the rector's bad example. He
+ scarcely ever came to church himself in the mornings, though his
+ wheelchair might be seen going up and down on the gravel before his house
+ or on the lawn on warm days, and this was one of his daughter's greatest
+ troubles.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The little choir of children sang admirably, led by the schoolmistress,
+ and Miss Winter and the curate exchanged approving glances. They performed
+ the liveliest chant in their collection, that the opposition might have no
+ cause to complain of their want of joyfulness. And in turn Miss Winter was
+ in hopes that, out of deference to her, the usual rule of selection in the
+ gallery might have been modified. It was with no small annoyance,
+ therefore, that, after the Litany was over, and the tuning finished, she
+ heard the clerk give out that they would praise God by singing part of the
+ ninety-first Psalm. Mary, who was on the tiptoe of expectation as to what
+ was coming, saw the curate give a slight shrug with his shoulders and lift
+ of his eyebrows as he left the reading-desk, and in another minute it
+ became a painful effort for her to keep from laughing as she slyly watched
+ her cousin's face; while the gallery sang with vigour worthy of any cause
+ or occasion—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;On the old lion He shall go,
+ The adder fell and long;
+ On the young lion tread also,
+ With dragons stout and strong.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>The trebles took up the last line, and repeated—</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;With dragons stout and strong;&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>and then the whole strength of the gallery chorused again—</p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;With <i>dra-gons</i> stout and strong;&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ and the bass-viol seemed to her to prolong the notes and to gloat over
+ them as he droned them out, looking triumphantly at the distant curate.
+ Mary was thankful to kneel down to compose her face. The first trial was
+ the severe one, and she got through the second psalm much better; and by
+ the time Mr. Walker had plunged fairly into his sermon she was a model of
+ propriety and sedateness again. But it was to be a Sunday of adventures.
+ The sermon had scarcely begun when there was a stir down by the door at
+ the west end, and people began to look round and whisper. Presently a man
+ came softly up and said something to the clerk; the clerk jumped up and
+ whispered to the curate, who paused for a moment with a puzzled look, and,
+ instead of finishing his sentence, said in a loud voice, &ldquo;Farmer
+ Groves' house is on fire!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The curate probably anticipated the effect of his words; in a minute he
+ was the only person left in the church except the clerk and one or two
+ very infirm old folk. He shut up and pocketed his sermon, and followed his
+ flock.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It proved luckily to be only Farmer Groves' chimney and not his house
+ which was on fire. The farmhouse was only two fields from the village, and
+ the congregation rushed across there, Harry Winburn and two or three of
+ the most active young men and boys leading. As they entered the yard, the
+ flames were rushing out of the chimney, and any moment the thatch might
+ take fire. Here was the real danger. A ladder had just been raised against
+ the chimney, and, while a frightened farm-girl and a carter-boy held it at
+ the bottom, a man was going up it carrying a bucket of water. It shook
+ with his weight, and the top was slipping gradually along the face of the
+ chimney, and in another moment would rest against nothing. Harry and his
+ companions saw the danger at a glance, and shouted to the man to stand
+ still till they could get to the ladder. They rushed towards him with the
+ rush which men can only make under strong excitement. The foremost of them
+ caught a spoke with one hand, but before he could steady it, the top
+ slipped clear of the chimney, and, ladder, man, and bucket came heavily to
+ the ground.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then came a scene of bewildering confusion, as women and children trooped
+ into the yard—&ldquo;Who was it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Was he dead?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The fire was catching the thatch.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The stables were on fire.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who did it?&rdquo;—all sorts of cries and all sorts of acts except
+ the right ones. Fortunately two or three of the men, with heads on their
+ shoulders, soon organized a line for handling buckets; the flue was
+ stopped below, and Harry Winburn standing nearly at the top of the ladder,
+ which was now safely planted, was deluging the thatch round the chimney
+ from the buckets handed up to him. In a few minutes he was able to pour
+ water down the chimney itself, and soon afterwards the whole affair was at
+ an end. The farmer's dinner was spoilt, but otherwise no damage had been
+ done, except to the clothes of the foremost men; and the only accident was
+ that first fall from the ladder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The man had been carried out of the yard while the fire was still burning;
+ so that it was hardly known who it was.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Now, in answer to their inquiries, it proved to be old Simon, the rector's
+ gardener and head man, who had seen the fire, and sent the news to the
+ church, while he himself went to the spot, with such result as we have
+ seen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The surgeon had not yet seen him. Some declared he was dead; others, that
+ he was sitting up at home, and quite well. Little by little the crowd
+ dispersed to Sunday's dinners; when they met again before the afternoon's
+ service, it was ascertained that Simon was certainly not dead, but all
+ else was still nothing more than rumor. Public opinion was much divided,
+ some holding that it would go hard with a man of his age and heft; but the
+ common belief seemed to be that he was of that sort &ldquo;as'd take a
+ deal o' killin',&rdquo; and that he would be none the worse for such a
+ fall as that.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two young ladies had been much shocked at the accident, and had
+ accompanied the hurdle on which old Simon was carried to his cottage door;
+ after afternoon service they went round by the cottage to inquire. The two
+ girls knocked at the door, which was opened by his wife, who dropped a
+ curtsey and smoothed down her Sunday apron when she found who were her
+ visitors.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She seemed at first a little unwilling to let them in; but Miss Winter
+ pressed so kindly to see her husband, and Mary made such sympathizing eyes
+ at her, that the old woman gave in, and conducted them through the front
+ room into that beyond, where the patient lay.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope as you'll excuse it, miss, for I knows the place do smell
+ terrible bad of baccer; only my old man he said as how-&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, never mind, we don't care at all about the smell. Poor Simon!
+ I'm sure if it does him any good, or soothes the pain, I shall be glad to
+ buy him some tobacco myself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old man was lying on the bed, with his coat and boots off, and a
+ worsted nightcap of his wife's knitting pulled on to his head. She had
+ tried hard to get him to go to bed at once, and take some physic, and his
+ present costume and position was the compromise. His back was turned to
+ them as they entered, and he was evidently in pain, for he drew his breath
+ heavily and with difficulty, and gave a sort of groan at every
+ respiration. He did not seem to notice their entrance; so his wife touched
+ him on the shoulder, and said, &ldquo;Simon, here's the young ladies come
+ to see how you be.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon turned himself round, and winced and groaned as he pulled off his
+ nightcap in token of respect.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We didn't like to go home without coming to see how you were,
+ Simon. Has the doctor been?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes, thank'ee, miss. He've a been and feel'd un all over, and
+ listened at the chest on un,&rdquo; said his wife.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And what did he say?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He zem'd to zay as there wur no bwones bruk—ugh, ugh,&rdquo; put in
+ Simon, who spoke his native tongue with a buzz, imported from farther
+ west, &ldquo;but a couldn't zay wether or no there warn't som infarnal
+ injury-&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Etarnal, Simon, etarnal!&rdquo; interrupted his wife; &ldquo;how
+ canst use such words afore the young ladies?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I tell'ee wife, as 'twur infarnal—ugh, ugh,&rdquo; retorted the
+ gardener.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Internal injury?&rdquo; suggested Miss Winter. &ldquo;I'm very
+ sorry to hear it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Zummut inside o' me like, as wur got out o' place,&rdquo; explained
+ Simon; &ldquo;and I thenks a must be near about the mark, for I feels
+ mortal bad here when I tries to move;&rdquo; and he put his hand on his
+ side. &ldquo;Hows'm'ever, as there's no bwones bruk, I hopes to be about
+ to-morrow mornin', please the Lord—ugh, ugh.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You mustn't think of it, Simon,&rdquo; said Miss Winter. &ldquo;You
+ must be quite quiet for a week, at least, till you get rid of this
+ pain.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I tells un, Miss Winter,&rdquo; put in the wife. &ldquo;You hear
+ what the young missus says, Simon?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And wut's to happen to Tiny?&rdquo; said the contumacious Simon,
+ scornfully. &ldquo;Her'll cast her calf, and me not by. Her's calving
+ maybe this minut. Tiny's time were up, miss, two days back, and her's
+ never no gurt while arter her time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She will do very well, I dare say,&rdquo; said Miss Winter,
+ &ldquo;One of the men can look after her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The notion of anyone else attending Tiny in her interesting situation
+ seemed to excite Simon beyond bearing, for he raised himself on one elbow,
+ and was about to make a demonstration with his other hand, when the pain
+ seized him again, and he sank back groaning.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, you see, Simon, you can't move without pain. You must be
+ quiet till you have seen the doctor again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's the red spider out along the south wall—ugh, ugh,&rdquo;
+ persisted Simon, without seeming to hear her; &ldquo;and your new
+ g'raniums a'most covered wi' blight. I wur a tacklin' one of 'em just
+ afore you cum in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Following the direction indicated by his nod, the girls became aware of a
+ plant by his bedside, which he had been fumigating, for his pipe was
+ leaning against the flower-pot in which it stood.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He wouldn't lie still nohow, miss,&rdquo; explained his wife,
+ &ldquo;till I went and fetched un in a pipe and one o' thaay plants from
+ the greenhouse.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was very thoughtful of you, Simon,&rdquo; said Miss Winter;
+ &ldquo;you know how much I prize these new plants; but we will manage
+ them; and you mustn't think of these things now. You have had a wonderful
+ escape to-day for a man of your age. I hope we shall find that there is
+ nothing much the matter with you after a few days, but you might have been
+ killed you know. You ought to be very thankful to God that you were not
+ killed in that fall.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I be, miss, werry thankful to un—ugh, ugh;—and if it please the
+ Lord to spare my life till to-morrow mornin',—ugh, ugh,—we'll smoke them
+ cussed insects.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This last retort of the incorrigible Simon on her cousin's attempt, as the
+ rector's daughter, to improve the occasion, was too much for Miss Mary,
+ and she slipped out of the room, lest she should bring disgrace on herself
+ by an explosion of laughter. She was joined by her cousin in another
+ minute, and the two walked together toward the Rectory.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope you were not faint, dear, with that close room, smelling of
+ smoke?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dear, no; to tell you the truth, I was only afraid of laughing
+ at your quaint old patient. What a rugged old dear he is. I hope he isn't
+ much hurt.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope not, indeed; for he is the most honest, faithful old servant
+ in the world, but so obstinate. He never will go to church on Sunday
+ mornings; and, when I speak to him about it, he says papa doesn't go,
+ which is very wrong and impertinent of him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0020"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XIX—A PROMISE OF FAIRER WEATHER</h2>
+ <p>
+ All dwellers in and about London are, alas! too well acquainted with the
+ never-to-be-enough-hated change which we have to undergo once, at least,
+ in every spring. As each succeeding winter wears away, the same thing
+ happens to us.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For some time we do not trust the fair lengthening days, and cannot
+ believe that the dirty pair of sparrows who live opposite our window are
+ really making love and going to build, notwithstanding all their
+ twittering. But morning after morning rises fresh and gentle; there is no
+ longer any vice in the air; we drop our over-coats; we rejoice in the
+ green shoots which the privet hedge is making in the square garden, and
+ hail the returning tender-pointed leaves of the plane-trees as friends; we
+ go out of our way to walk through Covent Garden Market to see the
+ ever-brightening show of flowers from the happy country.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This state of things goes on sometimes for a few days only, sometimes for
+ weeks, till we make sure that we are safe for this spring at any rate.
+ Don't we wish we may get it! Sooner or later, but sure—sure as Christmas
+ bills or the income-tax, or anything, if there be anything, surer than
+ these—comes the morning when we are suddenly conscious as soon as we rise
+ that there is something the matter. We do not feel comfortable in our
+ clothes; nothing tastes quite as it should at breakfast; though the day
+ looks bright enough, there is a fierce dusty taste about it as we look out
+ through windows, which no instinct now prompts us to throw open, as it has
+ done every day for the last month.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But it is only when we open our doors and issue into the street, that the
+ hateful reality comes right home to us. All moisture, and softness, and
+ pleasantness has gone clean out of the air since last night; we seem to
+ inhale yards of horse hair instead of satin; our skins dry up; our eyes,
+ and hair, and whiskers, and clothes are soon filled with loathsome dust,
+ and our nostrils with the reek of the great city. We glance at the
+ weather-cock on the nearest steeple, and see that it points N.E. And so
+ long as the change lasts, we carry about with us a feeling of anger and
+ impatience, as though we personally were being ill-treated. We could have
+ borne with it well enough in November; it would have been natural, and all
+ in the days work in March; but now, when Rotten Row is beginning to be
+ crowded, when long lines of pleasure vans are leaving town on Monday
+ mornings for Hampton Court or the poor remains of dear Epping Forest, when
+ the exhibitions are open, or about to open, when the religious public is
+ up, or on its way up, for May meetings, when the Thames is already sending
+ up faint warnings of what we may expect as soon as his dirty old life's
+ blood shall have been thoroughly warmed up, and the &ldquo;Ship&rdquo;,
+ and &ldquo;Trafalgar&rdquo;, and the &ldquo;Star and Garter&rdquo; are in
+ full swing at the antagonistic poles of the cockney system, we do feel
+ that this blight which has come over us and everything is an insult, and
+ that while it lasts, as there is nobody who can be made particularly
+ responsible for it, we are justified in going about in general disgust,
+ and ready to quarrel with anybody we may meet on the smallest pretext.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This sort of east-windy state is perhaps the best physical analogy for
+ that mental one in which our hero now found himself. The real crises was
+ over; he had managed to pass through the eye of the storm, and drift for
+ the present at least into the skirts of it, where he lay rolling under
+ bare poles, comparatively safe, but without any power as yet to get the
+ ship well in hand, and make her obey her helm. The storm might break over
+ him again at any minute, and would find him almost as helpless as ever.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For he could not follow Drysdale's advice at once, and break off his
+ visits to &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; altogether. He went back again after a
+ day or two, but only for short visits; he never stayed behind now after
+ the other men left the bar, and avoided interviews with Patty alone as
+ diligently as he had sought them before. She was puzzled at his change of
+ manner, and not being able to account for it, was piqued, and ready to
+ revenge herself, and pay him out in the hundred little ways which the
+ least practiced of her sex know how to employ for the discipline of any of
+ the inferior or trousered half of the creation. If she had been really in
+ love with him, it would have been a different matter; but she was not. In
+ the last six weeks she had certainly often had visions of the pleasures of
+ being a lady and keeping servants, and riding in a carriage like the
+ squires' and rectors' wives and daughters about her home. She had a
+ liking, even a sentiment for him, which might very well have grown into
+ something dangerous before long; but as yet it was not more than skin
+ deep. Of late, indeed, she had been much more frightened than attracted by
+ the conduct of her admirer, and really felt it a relief, notwithstanding
+ her pique, when he retired into the elder brother sort of state. But she
+ would have been more than woman if she had not resented the change; and so
+ very soon the pangs of jealousy were added to his other troubles. Other
+ men were beginning to frequent &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo; regularly.
+ Drysdale, besides dividing with Tom the prestige of being an original
+ discoverer, was by far the largest customer. St. Cloud came, and brought
+ Chanter with him, to whom Patty was actually civil, not because she liked
+ him at all, but because she saw that it made Tom furious. Though he could
+ not fix on any one man in particular, he felt that mankind in general were
+ gaining on him. In his better moments, indeed, he often wished that she
+ would take the matter into her own hands and throw him over for good and
+ all; but keep away from the place altogether he could not, and often when
+ he fancied himself on the point of doing it, a pretty toss of her head, or
+ a kind look of her eyes would scatter all his good resolutions to the four
+ winds.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so the days dragged on, and he dragged on through them; hot fits of
+ conceit alternating in him with cold fits of despondency and mawkishness
+ and discontent with everything and everybody, which were all the more
+ intolerable from their entire strangeness. Instead of seeing the bright
+ side of all things, he seemed to be looking at creation through yellow
+ spectacles, and saw faults and blemishes in all his acquaintance, which
+ had been till now invisible.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But the more he was inclined to depreciate all other men, the more he felt
+ there was one to whom he had been grossly unjust. And, as he recalled all
+ that had passed, he began to do justice to the man who had not flinched
+ from warning him and braving him, who he felt had been watching over him,
+ and trying to guide him straight, when he had lost all power or will to
+ keep straight himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From this time the dread increased on him lest any of the other men should
+ find out his quarrel with Hardy. Their utter ignorance of it encouraged
+ him in the hope that it might all pass off like a bad dream. While it
+ remained a matter between them alone, he felt that all might come
+ straight, though he could not think how. He began to loiter by the
+ entrance of the passage which led to Hardy's rooms; sometimes he would
+ find something to say to his scout or bed-maker which took him into the
+ back outside Hardy's window, glancing at it sideways as he stood giving
+ his orders. There it was, wide open, generally—he hardly knew whether he
+ hoped to catch a glimpse of the owner, but he did hope that Hardy might
+ hear his voice. He watched him in chapel and hall furtively, but
+ constantly, and was always fancying what he was doing and thinking about.
+ Was it as painful an effort to Hardy, he wondered, as to him to go on
+ speaking, as if nothing had happened, when they met at the boats, as they
+ did now again almost daily (for Diogenes was bent on training some of the
+ torpids for next year), and yet never to look one another in the face; to
+ live together as usual during part of every day, and yet to feel all the
+ time that a great wall had risen between them, more hopelessly dividing
+ them for the time than thousands of miles of ocean or continent?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Amongst other distractions which Tom tried at this crisis of his life, was
+ reading. For three or four days running, he really worked hard—very hard,
+ if we were to reckon by the number of hours he spent in his own rooms over
+ his books with his oak sported—hard, even though we should only reckon by
+ results. For, though scarcely an hour passed that he was not balancing on
+ the hind legs of his chair with a vacant look in his eyes, and thinking of
+ anything but Greek roots or Latin constructions, yet on the whole he
+ managed to get through a good deal, and one evening, for the first time
+ since his quarrel with Hardy, felt a sensation of real comfort—it hardly
+ amounted to pleasure—as he closed his Sophocles some hour or so after
+ hall, having just finished the last of the Greek plays which he meant to
+ take in for his first examination. He leaned back in his chair and sat for
+ a few minutes, letting his thoughts follow their own bent. They soon took
+ to going wrong, and he jumped up in fear lest he should be drifting back
+ into the black stormy sea, in the trough of which he had been laboring so
+ lately, and which he felt he was by no means clear of yet. At first he
+ caught up his cap and gown as though he were going out. There was a wine
+ party at one of his acquaintance's rooms; or he could go and smoke a cigar
+ in the pool room, or at any one of a dozen other places. On second
+ thoughts, however, he threw his academicals back on to the sofa and went
+ to his book-case. The reading had paid so well that evening that he
+ resolved to go on with it. He had no particular object in selecting one
+ book more than another, and so took down carelessly the first that came to
+ hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It happened to be a volume of Plato, and opened of its own accord at the
+ &ldquo;Apology.&rdquo; He glanced at a few lines. What a flood of memories
+ they called up! This was almost the last book he had read at school; and
+ teacher, and friends, and lofty oak-shelved library stood out before him
+ at once. Then the blunders that he himself and others had made rushed
+ through his mind, and he almost burst into a laugh as he wheeled his chair
+ round to the window, and began reading where he had opened, encouraging
+ every thought of the old times when he first read that marvellous defense,
+ and throwing himself back into them with all his might. And still, as he
+ read, forgotten words of wise comment, and strange thoughts of wonder and
+ longing, came back to him. The great truth which he had been led to the
+ brink of in those early days rose in all its awe and all its
+ attractiveness before him. He leaned back in his chair, and gave himself
+ up to his thought; and how strangely that thought bore on the struggle
+ which had been raging in him of late; how an answer seemed to be trembling
+ to come out of it to all the cries, now defiant, now plaintive, which had
+ gone up out of his heart in this time of trouble! For his thought was of
+ that spirit, distinct from himself, and yet communing with his inmost
+ soul, always dwelling in him, knowing him better than he knew himself,
+ never misleading him, always leading him to light and truth, of which the
+ old philosopher spoke. &ldquo;The old heathen, Socrates, did actually
+ believe that—there can be no question about it;&rdquo; he thought,
+ &ldquo;Has not the testimony of the best men through these two thousand
+ years borne witness that he was right—that he did not believe a lie? That
+ was what we were told. Surely I don't mistake! Were we not told, too, or
+ did I dream it, that what was true for him was true for every man—for me?
+ That there is a spirit dwelling in me, striving with me, ready to lead me
+ into all truth if I will submit to his guidance?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay! submit, submit, there's the rub! Give yourself up to his
+ guidance! Throw up the reins, and say you've made a mess of it. Well, why
+ not? Haven't I made a mess of it? Am I fit to hold the reins?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not I&rdquo;—he got up and began walking about his rooms—&ldquo;I
+ give it up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Give it up!&rdquo; he went on presently; &ldquo;yes, but to whom?
+ Not to the daemon spirit, whatever it was, who took up abode in the old
+ Athenian—at least, so he said, and so I believe. No, no! Two thousand
+ years and all that they have seen have not passed over the world to leave
+ us just where he was left. We want no daemons or spirits. And yet the old
+ heathen was guided right, and what can a man want more? and who ever
+ wanted guidance more than I now—here—in this room—at this minute? I give
+ up the reins; who will take them?&rdquo; And so there came on him one of
+ those seasons when a man's thoughts cannot be followed in words. A sense
+ of awe came on him, and over him, and wrapped him round; awe at a presence
+ of which he was becoming suddenly conscious, into which he seemed to have
+ wandered, and yet which he felt must have been there around him, in his
+ own heart and soul, though he knew it not. There was hope and longing in
+ his heart, mingling with the fear of that presence, but withal the old
+ reckless and daring feeling which he knew so well, still bubbling up
+ untamed, untamable it seemed to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The room stifled him now; so he threw on his cap and gown, and hurried
+ down into the quadrangle. It was very quiet; probably there was not a
+ dozen men in college. He walked across to the low, dark entrance of the
+ passage which led to Hardy's rooms, and there paused. Was he there by
+ chance, or was he guided there? Yes, this was the right way for him, he
+ had no doubt now as to that; down the dark passage and into the room he
+ knew so well—and what then? He took a short turn or two before the
+ entrance. How could he be sure that Hardy was alone? And, if not, to go in
+ would be worse than useless. If he were alone, what should he say? After
+ all, <i>must</i> he go in there? was there no way but that?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The college clock struck a quarter to seven. It was his usual time for
+ &ldquo;The Choughs;&rdquo; the house would be quiet now; was there not one
+ looking out for him there who would be grieved if he did not come? After
+ all, might not that be his way, for this night at least? He might bring
+ pleasure to one human being by going there at once. That he knew; what
+ else could he be sure of?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this moment he heard Hardy's door open and a voice saying
+ &ldquo;Good-night,&rdquo; and the next Grey came out of the passage, and
+ was passing close to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Join yourself to him.&rdquo; The impulse came so strongly into
+ Tom's mind this time, that it was like a voice speaking him. He yielded to
+ it, and, stepping to Grey's side, wished him good-evening. The other
+ returned his salute in his shy way, and was hurrying on, but Tom kept by
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Have you been reading with Hardy?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How is he? I have not seen anything of him for some time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, very well, I think,&rdquo; said Grey, glancing sideways at his
+ questioner, and adding, after a moment, &ldquo;I have wondered rather not
+ to see you there of late.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you going to your school?&rdquo; said Tom, breaking away from
+ the subject.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and I am rather late; I must make haste on; good night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Will you let me go with you to-night? It would be a real kindness.
+ Indeed,&rdquo; he added, as he saw how embarrassing his proposal was to
+ Grey, &ldquo;I will do whatever you tell me—you don't know how grateful I
+ should be to you. Do let me go—just for to-night. Try me once.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey hesitated, turned his head sharply once or twice as they walked on
+ together, and then said with something like a sigh—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know, I'm sure. Did you ever teach in a night
+ school?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, but I have taught in the Sunday-school at home sometimes.
+ Indeed, I will do whatever you tell me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! but this is not at all like a Sunday-school. They are a very
+ rough, wild lot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The rougher the better,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I shall know how to
+ manage them then.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you must not really be rough with them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I won't; I didn't mean that,&rdquo; said Tom, hastily, for he
+ saw his mistake at once. &ldquo;I shall take it as a great favor, if you
+ will let me go with you to-night. You won't repent it, I'm sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey did not seem at all sure of this, but saw no means of getting rid of
+ his companion, and so they walked on together and turned down a long,
+ narrow court in the lowest part of the town. At the doors of the houses
+ laboring men, mostly Irish, lounged or stood about, smoking and talking to
+ one another, or to the women who leant out of the windows, or passed to
+ and fro on their various errands of business or pleasure. A group of
+ half-grown lads were playing at pitch-farthing at the farther end, and all
+ over the court were scattered children of all ages, ragged and noisy
+ little creatures most of them, on whom paternal and maternal admonitions
+ and cuffs were constantly being expended, and to all appearances in vain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At the sight of Grey a shout arose amongst the smaller boys, of
+ &ldquo;Here's the teacher!&rdquo; and they crowded around him and Tom as
+ they went up the court. Several of the men gave him a half-surly
+ half-respectful nod, as he passed along, wishing them good evening. The
+ rest merely stared at him and his companion. They stopped at a door which
+ Grey opened, and led the way into the passage of an old tumble-down
+ cottage, on the ground floor of which were two low rooms which served for
+ the school-rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A hard-featured, middle-aged woman, who kept the house, was waiting, and
+ said to Grey, &ldquo;Mr. Jones told me to say, sir, he would not be here
+ to night, as he has got a bad fever case—so you was to take only the lower
+ classes, sir, he said; and the policeman would be near to keep out the big
+ boys if you wanted him. Shall I go and tell him to step round, sir?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey looked embarrassed for a moment, and then said, &ldquo;No, never
+ mind; you can go;&rdquo; and then turning to Tom, added, &ldquo;Jones is
+ the curate; he won't be here to-night; and some of the bigger boys are
+ very noisy and troublesome, and only come to make a noise. However, if
+ they come we must do our best.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Meantime, the crowd of small ragged urchins had filled the room, and were
+ swarming on to the benches and squabbling for the copy-books which were
+ laid out on the thin desks. Grey set to work to get them into order, and
+ soon the smallest were draughted off into the inner room with slates and
+ spelling-books, and the bigger ones, some dozen in number, settled to
+ their writing. Tom seconded him so readily, and seemed so much at home,
+ that Grey felt quite relieved.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem to get on capitally,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I will go into
+ the inner room to the little ones, and you stay and take these. There are
+ the class-books when they have done their copies,&rdquo; and so went off
+ into the inner room and closed the door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom set himself to work with a will, and as he bent over one after another
+ of the pupils, and guided the small grubby hands which clutched the inky
+ pens with cramped fingers, and went spluttering and blotching along the
+ lines of the copy-books, felt the yellow scales dropping from his eyes,
+ and more warmth coming back into his heart than he had known there for
+ many a day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ All went on well inside, notwithstanding a few small out-breaks between
+ the scholars, but every now and then mud was thrown against the window,
+ and noises outside and in the passages threatened some interruption. At
+ last, when the writing was finished, the copy-books cleared away, and the
+ class-books distributed, the door opened, and two or three big boys of
+ fifteen or sixteen lounged in, with their hands in their pockets and their
+ caps on. There was an insolent look about them which set Tom's back up at
+ once; however, he kept his temper, made them take their caps off, and, as
+ they said they wanted to read with the rest, let them take their places on
+ the benches.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But now came the tug of war. He could not keep his eyes on the whole lot
+ at once, and, no sooner did he fix his attention on the stammering reader
+ for the time being and try to help him, than anarchy broke out all round
+ him. Small stones and shot were thrown about, and cries arose from the
+ smaller fry, &ldquo;Please, sir, he's been and poured some ink down my
+ back,&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He's stole my book, sir,&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He's gone and stuck a pin in my leg.&rdquo; The evil-doers were so
+ cunning that it was impossible to catch them; but as he was hastily
+ turning in his own mind what to do, a cry arose, and one of the benches
+ went suddenly over backwards on to the floor, carrying with it its whole
+ freight of boys, except two of the bigger ones, who were the evident
+ authors of the mishap.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sprang at the one nearest him, seized him by the collar, hauled him
+ into the passage, and sent him out of the street-door with a sound kick;
+ and then rushing back, caught hold of the second, who went down on his
+ back and clung round Tom's legs, shouting for help to his remaining
+ companions, and struggling and swearing. It was all the work of a moment,
+ and now the door opened, and Grey appeared from the inner room. Tom left
+ off hauling his prize towards the passage, and felt and looked very
+ foolish.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This fellow, and another whom I have turned out, upset that form
+ with all the little boys on it,&rdquo; he said, apologetically.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's a lie, t'wasn't me,&rdquo; roared the captive, to whom Tom
+ administered a sound box on the ear, while the small boys, rubbing
+ different parts of their bodies, chorused, &ldquo;'twas him, teacher,
+ 'twas him,&rdquo; and heaped further charges of pinching, pin-sticking,
+ and other atrocities on him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey astonished Tom by his firmness. &ldquo;Don't strike him again,&rdquo;
+ he said. &ldquo;Now, go out at once, or I will send for your
+ father.&rdquo; The fellow got up, and, after standing a moment and
+ considering his chance of successful resistance to physical force in the
+ person of Tom, and moral in that of Grey, slunk out. &ldquo;You must go,
+ too, Murphy,&rdquo; went on Grey to another of the intruders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, your honor let me bide. I'll be as quiet as a mouse,&rdquo;
+ pleaded the Irish boy; and Tom would have given in, but Grey was
+ unyielding.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You were turned out last week, and Mr. Jones said you were not to
+ come back for a fortnight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, good night to your honor,&rdquo; said Murphy, and took
+ himself off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The rest may stop,&rdquo; said Grey. &ldquo;You had better take the
+ inner room now; I will stay here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm very sorry,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You couldn't help it; no one can manage those two. Murphy is quite
+ different, but I should have spoiled him if I had let him stay now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The remaining half hour passed off quietly. Tom retired into the inner
+ room, and took up Grey's lesson, which he had been reading to the boys
+ from a large Bible with pictures. Out of consideration for their natural
+ and acquired restlessness, the little fellows, who were all between eight
+ and eleven years old, were only kept sitting at their pothooks and
+ spelling for the first half hour or so, and then were allowed to crowd
+ round the teacher, who read and talked to them, and showed them the
+ pictures. Tom found the Bible open at the story of the prodigal son, and
+ read it out to them as they clustered round his knees. Some of the outside
+ ones fidgeted about a little, but those close round him listened with
+ ears, and eyes, and bated breath; and two little blue-eyed boys, without
+ shoes—their ragged clothes concealed by long pinafores which their widowed
+ mother had put on clean to send them to school—leaned against him and
+ looked up in his face, and his heart warmed to the touch and the look.
+ &ldquo;Please, teacher, read it again,&rdquo; they said when he finished;
+ so he read it again and sighed when Grey came in and lighted a candle (for
+ the room was getting dark) and said it was time for prayers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A few collects, and the Lord's Prayer, in which all the young voices
+ joined, drowning for a minute the noises from the court outside, finished
+ the evening's schooling. The children trooped out, and Grey went to speak
+ to the woman who kept the house. Tom, left to himself, felt strangely
+ happy, and, for something to do, took the snuffers and commenced a crusade
+ against a large family of bugs, who, taking advantage of the quiet, came
+ cruising out of a crack in the otherwise neatly papered wall. Some dozen
+ had fallen on his spear when Grey reappeared, and was much horrified at
+ the sight. He called the woman and told her to have the hole carefully
+ fumigated and mended.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought we had killed them all long ago,&rdquo; he said;
+ &ldquo;but the place is tumbling down.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It looks well enough,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, we have it kept as tidy as possible. It ought to be at least a
+ little better than what the children see at home.&rdquo; And so they left
+ the school and court and walked up to college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where are you going?&rdquo; Tom said, as they entered the gate.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;To Hardy's rooms; will you come?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not to-night,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I know that you want to
+ be reading; I should only interrupt.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, good night, then,&rdquo; said Grey, and went on, leaving Tom
+ standing in the porch. On the way up from the school he had almost made up
+ his mind to go to Hardy's rooms that night. He longed and yet feared to do
+ so; and, on the whole, was not sorry for an excuse. Their first meeting
+ must be alone, and it would be a very embarrassing one, for him at any
+ rate. Grey, he hoped, would tell Hardy of his visit to the school, and
+ that would show that he was coming round, and make the meeting easier. His
+ talk with Grey, too, had removed one great cause of uneasiness from his
+ mind. It was now quite clear that he had no suspicion of the quarrel, and,
+ if Hardy had not told him, no one else could know of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Altogether, he strolled into the quadrangle a happier and sounder man than
+ he had been since his first visit to &ldquo;The Choughs&rdquo;, and looked
+ up and answered with his old look and voice when he heard his name called
+ from one of the first-floor windows.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The hailer was Drysdale, who was leaning out in lounging coat and velvet
+ cap, and enjoying a cigar as usual, in the midst of the flowers of his
+ hanging garden.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You've heard the good news, I suppose?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, what do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, Blake has got the Latin verse.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hurrah! I'm so glad.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Come up and have a weed.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom ran up the staircase and into Drysdale's rooms, and was leaning out of
+ the window at his side in another minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What does he get by it?&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;do you know?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; some books bound in Russia, I dare say, with the Oxford arms,
+ and 'Dominus illuminatio mea,' on the back.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No money?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not much—perhaps a ten'ner,&rdquo; answered Drysdale, &ldquo;but no
+ end of [Greek text] kudoz, I suppose.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It makes it look well for his first, don't you think? But I wish he
+ had got some money for it. I often feel very uncomfortable about that
+ bill, don't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not I, what's the good? It's nothing when you are used to it.
+ Besides, it don't fall due for another six weeks.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But if Blake can't meet it then?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it will be vacation, and I'll trouble greasy Benjamin to
+ catch me then.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you don't mean to say you won't pay it?&rdquo; said Tom in
+ horror.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pay it! You may trust Benjamin for that. He'll pull round his
+ little usuries somehow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only we have promised to pay on a certain day, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, of course, that's the form. That only means that he can't pinch
+ us sooner.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do hope, though, Drysdale, that it will be paid on the
+ day,&rdquo; said Tom, who could not quite swallow the notion of forfeiting
+ his word, even though it were only a promise to pay to a scoundrel.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right. You've nothing to do with it, remember. He won't bother
+ you. Besides, you can plead infancy, if the worst comes to the worst.
+ There's such a queer old bird gone to your friend Hardy's rooms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The mention of Hardy broke the disagreeable train of thought into which
+ Tom was falling, and he listened eagerly as Drysdale went on.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was about half an hour ago. I was looking out here, and saw an
+ old fellow come hobbling into quad on two sticks, in a shady blue uniform
+ coat and white trousers. The kind of old boy you read about in books, you
+ know. Commodore Trunnion, or Uncle Toby, or one of that sort. Well, I
+ watched him backing and filling about the quad, and trying one staircase
+ and another; but there was nobody about. So down I trotted and went up to
+ him for fun, and to see what he was after. It was as good as a play, if
+ you could have seen it. I was ass enough to take off my cap and make a low
+ bow as I came up to him, and he pulled off his uniform cap in return, and
+ we stood there bowing to one another. He was a thorough old gentleman, and
+ I felt rather foolish for fear that he should see that I expected a lark
+ when I came out. But I don't think he had an idea of it, and only set my
+ capping him down to the wonderful good manners of the college. So we got
+ quite thick, and I piloted him across to Hardy's staircase in the back
+ quad. I wanted him to come up and quench, but he declined, with many
+ apologies. I'm sure he is a character.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He must be Hardy's father,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I shouldn't wonder. But is his father in the navy?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He is a retired captain.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then no doubt you're right. What shall we do? Have a hand at
+ picquet. Some men will be here directly. Only for love.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom declined the proffered game, and went off soon after to his own rooms,
+ a happier man than he had been since his first night at &ldquo;The
+ Choughs.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0021"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XX—THE RECONCILIATION</h2>
+ <p>
+ Tom rose in the morning with a presentiment that all would be over now
+ before long, and to make his presentiment come true, resolved, before
+ night, to go himself to Hardy and give in. All he reserved to himself was
+ the liberty to do it in the manner which would be least painful to
+ himself. He was greatly annoyed, therefore, when Hardy did not appear at
+ morning chapel; for he had fixed on the leaving chapel as the least
+ unpleasant time in which to begin his confession, and was going to catch
+ Hardy then, and follow him to his rooms. All the morning, too, in answer
+ to his inquiries by his scout Wiggins, Hardy's scout replied that his
+ master was out, or busy. He did not come to the boats, he did not appear
+ in hall; so that, after hall, when Tom went back to his own rooms, as he
+ did at once, instead of sauntering out of college, or going to a wine
+ party, he was quite out of heart at his bad luck, and began to be afraid
+ that he would have to sleep on his unhealed wound another night.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He sat down in an arm-chair, and fell to musing, and thought how
+ wonderfully his life had been changed in these few short weeks. He could
+ hardly get back across the gulf which separated him from the self who had
+ come back into those rooms after Easter, full of anticipations of the
+ pleasures and delights of the coming summer term and vacation. To his own
+ surprise he didn't seem much to regret the loss of his
+ <i>chateaux en Espange</i>, and felt a sort of grim satisfaction in their
+ utter overthrow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ While occupied with these thoughts, he heard talking on his stairs,
+ accompanied by a strange lumbering tread. These came nearer; and at last
+ stopped just outside his door, which opened in another moment, and Wiggins
+ announced—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Capting Hardy, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>Tom jumped to his legs, and felt himself colour painfully.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here, Wiggins,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;wheel round that arm-chair
+ for Captain Hardy. I am so very glad to see you, sir,&rdquo; and he
+ hastened round himself to meet the old gentleman, holding out his hand,
+ which the visitor took very cordially, as soon as he had passed his heavy
+ stick to his left hand, and balanced himself safely upon it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, sir; thank you,&rdquo; said the old man after a few
+ moments' pause, &ldquo;I find your companion ladders rather steep;&rdquo;
+ and then he sat down with some difficulty.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom took the Captain's stick and undress cap, and put them reverentially
+ on his sideboard; and then, to get rid of some little nervousness which he
+ couldn't help feeling, bustled to his cupboard, and helped Wiggins to
+ place glasses and biscuits on the table. &ldquo;Now, sir, what will you
+ take? I have port, sherry and whisky here, and can get you anything else.
+ Wiggins, run to Hinton's and get some dessert.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No dessert, thank you, for me,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;I'll
+ take a cup of coffee, or a glass of grog, or anything you have ready.
+ Don't open wine for me, pray, sir.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, it is all the better for being opened,&rdquo; said Tom, working
+ away at a bottle of sherry with his corkscrew, &ldquo;and Wiggins, get
+ some coffee and anchovy toast in a quarter of an hour; and just put out
+ some tumblers and toddy ladles, and bring up boiling water with the
+ coffee.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ While making his hospitable preparations, Tom managed to get many side
+ glances at the old man, who sat looking steadily and abstractly before him
+ into the fireplace, and was much struck and touched by the picture. The
+ sailor wore a well-preserved old undress uniform coat and waistcoat, and
+ white drill trousers; he was a man of middle height, but gaunt and
+ massive, and Tom recognized the framework of the long arms and grand
+ shoulders and chest which he had so often admired in the son. His right
+ leg was quite stiff from an old wound on the knee cap; the left eye was
+ sightless, and the scar of a cutlass travelled down the drooping lid and
+ on to the weather-beaten cheek below. His head was high and broad, his
+ hair and whiskers silver white, while the shaggy eyebrows were scarcely
+ grizzled. His face was deeply lined, and the long, clean-cut lower jaw,
+ and drawn look about the mouth, gave a grim expression to the face at the
+ first glance, which wore off as you looked, leaving, however, on most men
+ who thought about it, the impression which fastened on our hero, &ldquo;An
+ awkward man to have met at the head of boarders towards the end of the
+ great war.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In a minute or two, Tom, having completed his duties, faced the old
+ sailor, much reassured by his covert inspection; and, pouring himself out
+ a glass of sherry, pushed the decanter across, and drank to his guest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your health, sir,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and thank you very much
+ for coming up to see me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank <i>you</i>, sir,&rdquo; said the Captain, rousing himself and
+ filling, &ldquo;I drink to you, sir. The fact is, I took a great liberty
+ in coming up to your rooms in this off-hand way, without calling or
+ sending up, but you'll excuse it in an old sailor.&rdquo; Here the Captain
+ took to his glass, and seemed a little embarrassed. Tom felt embarrassed
+ also, feeling that something was coming, and could only think of asking
+ how the Captain liked the sherry. The Captain liked the sherry very much.
+ Then, suddenly clearing his throat, he went on. &ldquo;I felt, sir, that
+ you would excuse me, for I have a favor to ask of you.&rdquo; He paused
+ again, while Tom muttered something about &ldquo;great pleasure,&rdquo;
+ and then went on.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You know my son, Mr. Brown?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, sir; he has been my best friend up here; I owe more to him
+ than to any man in Oxford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain's eye gleamed with pleasure as he replied, &ldquo;Jack is a
+ noble fellow, Mr. Brown, though I say it who am his father. I've often
+ promised myself a cruise to Oxford since he has been here. I came here at
+ last yesterday, and have been having a long yarn with him. I found there
+ was something on his mind. He can't keep anything from his old father; and
+ so I drew out of him that he loves you as David loved Jonathan. He made my
+ old eye very dim while he was talking of you, Mr. Brown. And then I found
+ that you two are not as you used to be. Some coldness sprung up between
+ you; but what about I couldn't get at. Young men are often hasty—I know I
+ was, forty years ago—Jack says he has been hasty with you. Now, that boy
+ is all I have in the world, Mr. Brown. I know my boy's friend will like to
+ send an old man home with a light heart. So I made up my mind to come over
+ to you and ask you to make it up with Jack. I gave him the slip after
+ dinner and here I am.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, sir, did he really ask you to come to me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, sir,&rdquo; said the Captain, &ldquo;he did not—I am sorry for
+ it—I think Jack must be in the wrong, for he said he had been too hasty,
+ and yet he wouldn't ask me to come to you and make it up. But he is young,
+ sir; young and proud. He said he couldn't move in it, his mind was made
+ up; he was wretched enough over it, but the move must come from you. And
+ so that's the favor I have to ask, that you will make it up with Jack. It
+ isn't often a young man can do such a favor to an old one—to an old father
+ with one son. You'll not feel the worse for having done it, if it's ever
+ so hard to do, when you come to be my age.&rdquo; And the old man looked
+ wistfully across the table, the muscles about his mouth quivering as he
+ ended.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sprang from his chair, and grasped the old sailor's hand, as he felt
+ the load pass out of his heart. &ldquo;Favour, sir!&rdquo; he said,
+ &ldquo;I have been a mad fool enough already in this business—I should
+ have been a double-dyed scoundrel, like enough, by this time but for your
+ son, and I've quarrelled with him for stopping me at the pit's mouth.
+ Favor! If God will, I'll prove somehow where the favor lies, and what I
+ owe to him; and to you, sir, for coming to me tonight. Stop here two
+ minutes, sir, and I'll run down and bring him over.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom tore away to Hardy's door and knocked. There was no pausing in the
+ passage now. &ldquo;Come in.&rdquo; He opened the door but did not enter,
+ and for a moment or two could not speak. The rush of associations which
+ the sight of the well-known old rickety furniture, and the figure which
+ was seated, book in hand, with its back to the door and its feet against
+ one side of the mantel-piece, called up, choked him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;<i>May</i> I come in?&rdquo; he said at last.</p>
+ <p>
+ He saw the figure give a start, and the book trembled a little, but then
+ came the answer, slow but firm—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I have not changed my opinion.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; dear old boy, but I have,&rdquo; and Tom rushed across to his
+ friend, dearer than ever to him now, and threw his arm round his neck;
+ and, if the un-English truth must out had three parts of a mind to kiss
+ the rough face which was now working with strong emotion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank God!&rdquo; said Hardy, as he grasped the hand which hung
+ over his shoulder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now come over to my room; your father is there waiting for
+ us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, the dear old governor? That's what he has been after, is it?
+ I couldn't think where he could have 'hove to,' as he would say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy put on his cap, and the two hurried back to Tom's rooms, the
+ lightest hearts in the University of Oxford.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0022"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXI—CAPTAIN HARDY ENTERTAINED BY ST. AMBROSE.</h2>
+ <p>
+ There are moments in the life of the most self-contained and sober of us
+ all, when we fairly bubble over, like a full bottle of champagne with the
+ cork out; and this was one of them for our hero who however, be it
+ remarked, was neither self-contained nor sober by nature. When they got
+ back to his rooms, he really hardly knew what to do to give vent to his
+ lightness of heart; and Hardy, though self-contained and sober enough in
+ general, was on this occasion almost as bad as his friend. They rattled
+ on, talked out the thing which came uppermost, whatever the subject might
+ chance to be; but whether grave or gay, it always ended after a minute or
+ two in jokes not always good, and chaff, and laughter. The poor captain
+ was a little puzzled at first, and made one or two endeavours to turn the
+ talk into improving channels. But very soon he saw that Jack was
+ thoroughly happy, and that was always enough for him. So he listened to
+ one and the other, joining cheerily in the laugh whenever he could; and
+ when he couldn't catch the joke, looking like a benevolent old lion, and
+ making as much belief that he had understood it all as the simplicity and
+ truthfulness of his character would allow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The spirits of the two friends seemed inexhaustible. They lasted out the
+ bottle of sherry which Tom had uncorked, and the remains of a bottle of
+ his famous port. He had tried hard to be allowed to open a fresh bottle,
+ but the Captain had made such a point of his not doing so, that he had
+ given in for hospitality's sake. They lasted out the coffee and anchovy
+ toast; after which the Captain made a little effort at moving, which was
+ supplicatingly stopped by Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, pray don't go, Captain Hardy. I haven't been so happy for
+ months. Besides, I must brew you a glass of grog. I pride myself on my
+ brew. Your son there will tell you that I am a dead hand at it. Here,
+ Wiggins, a lemon!&rdquo; shouted Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, for once in a way, I suppose, eh, Jack?&rdquo; said the
+ Captain, looking at his son.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, father. You mayn't know it, Brown, but, if there is one
+ thing harder to do than another, it is to get an old sailor like my father
+ to take a glass of grog at night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain laughed a little laugh, and shook his thick stick at his son,
+ who went on.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And as for asking him to take a pipe with it—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dear me,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;I quite forgot. I really beg your
+ pardon, Captain Hardy; and he put down the lemon he was squeezing, and
+ produced a box of cigars.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's all Jack's nonsense, sir,&rdquo; said the Captain, holding out
+ his hand, nevertheless, for the box.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, father, don't be absurd,&rdquo; interrupted Hardy, snatching
+ the box away from him. &ldquo;You might as well give him a glass of
+ absinthe. He is church-warden at home and can't smoke anything but a long
+ clay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very sorry I haven't one here, but I can send out in a
+ minute.&rdquo; And Tom was making for the door to shout for Wiggins.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, don't call. I'll fetch some from my rooms.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ When Hardy left the room, Tom squeezed away at his lemon, and was
+ preparing himself for a speech to Captain Hardy full of confession and
+ gratitude. But the Captain was before him, and led the conversation into a
+ most unexpected channel.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose, now, Mr. Brown,&rdquo; he began, &ldquo;you don't find
+ any difficulty in construing your Thucydides?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I do, sir,&rdquo; said Tom, laughing. &ldquo;I find him a
+ very tough old customer, except in the simplest narrative.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For my part,&rdquo; said the Captain, &ldquo;I can't get on at all,
+ I find, without a translation. But you see, sir, I had none of the
+ advantages which you young men have up here. In fact, Mr. Brown, I didn't
+ begin Greek till Jack was nearly ten years old.&rdquo; The Captain in his
+ secret heart was prouder of his partial victory over the Greek tongue in
+ his old age, than of his undisputed triumphs over the French in his youth,
+ and was not averse to talking of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I wonder that you ever began it at all, sir,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You wouldn't wonder if you knew how an uneducated man like me
+ feels, when he comes to a place like Oxford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Uneducated, sir!&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;Why your education has
+ been worth twice as much, I'm sure, as any we get here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, sir; we never learnt anything in the navy when I was a
+ youngster, except a little rule-of-thumb mathematics. One picked up a sort
+ of smattering of a language or two knocking about the world, but no
+ grammatical knowledge, nothing scientific. If a boy doesn't get a method,
+ he is beating to windward in a crank craft all his life. He hasn't got any
+ regular place to stow away what he gets into his brains, and so it lies
+ tumbling about in the hold, and he loses it, or it gets damaged and is
+ never ready for use. You see what I mean, Mr. Brown?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, sir. But I'm afraid we don't all of us get much method up
+ here. Do you really enjoy reading Thucydides now, Captain Hardy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I do, sir, very much,&rdquo; said the captain.
+ &ldquo;There's a great deal in his history to interest an old sailor, you
+ know. I dare say, now, that I enjoy those parts about the sea-fights more
+ than you do.&rdquo; The Captain looked at Tom as if he had made an
+ audacious remark.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I am sure you do, sir,&rdquo; said Tom, smiling.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because you see, Mr. Brown,&rdquo; said the Captain, &ldquo;when
+ one has been in that sort of thing oneself, one likes to read how people
+ in other times managed, and to think what one would have done in their
+ place. I don't believe that the Greeks just at that time were very
+ resolute fighters, though. Nelson or Collingwood would have finished that
+ war in a year or two.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not with triremes, do you think, sir?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p id='linkimage-0005'></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0251.jpg" alt="0251 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0251.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, sir, with any vessels which were to be had,&rdquo; said the
+ Captain. &ldquo;But you are right about triremes. It has always been a
+ great puzzle to me how those triremes could have been worked. How do you
+ understand the three banks of oars, Mr. Brown?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, sir, I suppose they must have been one above the other
+ somehow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But the upper bank must have had oars twenty feet long, and more,
+ in that case,&rdquo; said the Captain. &ldquo;You must allow for leverage,
+ you see.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, sir. When one comes to think of it, it isn't easy to see
+ how they were manned and worked,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now my notion about triremes—&rdquo; began the Captain, holding the
+ head of his stick with both hands, and looking across at Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, father!&rdquo; cried Hardy, returning at the moment with the
+ pipes, and catching the Captain's last word, &ldquo;on one of your hobby
+ horses already! You're not safe!—I can't leave you for two minutes. Here's
+ a long pipe for you. How in the world did he get on triremes?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hardly know,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but I want to hear what
+ Captain Hardy thinks about them. You were saying, sir, that the upper oars
+ must have been twenty feet long at least.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My notion is—&rdquo; said the Captain, taking the pipe and
+ tobacco-pouch from his son's hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stop one moment,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;I found Blake at my
+ rooms, and asked him to come over here. You don't object?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Object, my dear fellow! I'm much obliged to you. Now, Hardy, would
+ you like to have anyone else? I can send in a minute.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No one, thank you.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You won't stand on ceremony now, will you, with me?&rdquo; said
+ Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You see I haven't.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you never will again?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, never. Now, father, you can heave ahead about those
+ oars.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain went on charging his pipe, and proceeded: &ldquo;You see, Mr.
+ Brown, they must have been at least twenty feet long, because, if you
+ allow the lowest bank of oars to have been three feet above the
+ water-line, which even Jack thinks they must have been—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly. That height at least to do any good,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not that I think Jack's opinion worth much on the point,&rdquo;
+ went on his father.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's very ungrateful of you, then, to say so, father,&rdquo; said
+ Hardy, &ldquo;after all the time I've wasted trying to make it all clear
+ to you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't say that Jack's is not a good opinion on most things, Mr.
+ Brown,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;but he is all at sea about
+ triremes. He believes that the men of the uppermost bank rowed somehow
+ like lightermen on the Thames, walking up and down.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I object to your statement of my faith, father,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Now you know, Jack, you have said so, often.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I have said they must have stood up to row, and so—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You would have had awful confusion, Jack. You must have order
+ between decks when you're going into action. Besides, the rowers had
+ cushions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That old heresy of yours again.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but Jack, they <i>had</i> cushions. Didn't the rowers who
+ were marched across the Isthmus to man the ships which were to surprise
+ the Piraeus, carry their oars, thongs and cushions?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If they did, your conclusion doesn't follow, father, that they sat
+ on them to row.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You hear, Mr. Brown,&rdquo; said the Captain; &ldquo;he admits my
+ point about the cushions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, father, I hope you used to fight the French more fairly,&rdquo;
+ said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But didn't he? Didn't Jack admit my point?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Implicitly, sir, I think,&rdquo; said Tom, catching Hardy's eye,
+ which was dancing with fun.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course he did. You hear that, Jack. Now my notion about
+ triremes—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A knock at the door interrupted the Captain again, and Blake came in and
+ was introduced.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. Blake is almost our best scholar, father; you should appeal to
+ him about the cushions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very proud to make your acquaintance, sir,&rdquo; said the
+ Captain; &ldquo;I have heard my son speak of you often.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We were talking about triremes,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;Captain
+ Hardy thinks the oars must have been twenty feet long.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not easy to come forward well with that sort of oar,&rdquo; said
+ Blake; &ldquo;they must have pulled a slow stroke.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Our torpid would have bumped the best of them,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't think they could have made more than six knots,&rdquo; said
+ the Captain; &ldquo;but yet they used to sink one another, and a light
+ boat going only six knots couldn't break another in two amid-ships. It's a
+ puzzling subject, Mr. Blake.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is, sir,&rdquo; said Mr. Blake; &ldquo;if we only had some of
+ their fo'castle songs we should know more about it. I'm afraid they had no
+ Dibdin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish you would turn one of my father's favorite songs into
+ anapaests for him,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What are they?&rdquo; said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tom Bowling,' or 'The wind that blows, and the ship that goes, and
+ the lass that loves a sailor.'&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;By the way, why shouldn't we have a song?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What do you say, Captain Hardy?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The Captain winced a little as he saw his chance of expounding his notion
+ as to triremes slipping away, but answered:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By all means, sir; Jack must sing for me though. Did you ever hear
+ him sing 'Tom Bowling!'&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, never, sir. Why, Hardy, you never told me you could
+ sing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You never asked me,&rdquo; said Hardy, laughing; &ldquo;but if I
+ sing for my father, he must spin us a yarn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh yes; will you, sir!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll do my best, Mr. Brown; but I don't know that you'll care to
+ listen to my old yarns. Jack thinks everybody must like them as well as
+ he, who used to hear them when he was a child.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Thank you, sir; that's famous. Now Hardy, strike up.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;After you. You must set the example in your own rooms.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom sang his song. And the noise brought Drysdale and another man up,
+ who were loitering in quad on the lookout for something to do. Drysdale
+ and the Captain recognised one another, and were friends at once. And then
+ Hardy sang &ldquo;Tom Bowling,&rdquo; in a style which astonished the rest
+ not a little, and as usual nearly made his father cry; and Blake sang, and
+ Drysdale and the other man. And then the Captain was called on for his
+ yarn; and, the general voice being for &ldquo;something that had happened
+ to him,&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;the strangest thing that had ever happened to him at sea,&rdquo;
+ the old gentleman laid down his pipe and sat up in his chair with his
+ hands on his stick and began.
+ </p>
+ <h3>THE CAPTAIN'S STORY</h3>
+ <p>
+ It will be forty years ago next month since the ship I was then in came
+ home from the West Indies station, and was paid off. I had nowhere in
+ particular to go just then, and so was very glad to get a letter, the
+ morning after I went ashore at Portsmouth, asking me to go down to
+ Plymouth for a week or so. It came from an old sailor, a friend of my
+ family, who had been Commodore of the fleet. He lived at Plymouth; he was
+ a thorough old sailor—what you young men would call &ldquo;an old
+ salt&rdquo;—and couldn't live out of sight of the blue sea and the
+ shipping. It is a disease that a good many of us take who have spent our
+ best years on the sea. I have it myself—a sort of feeling that we want to
+ be under another kind of Providence, when we look out and see a hill on
+ this side and a hill on that. It's wonderful to see the trees come out and
+ the corn grow, but then it doesn't come so home to an old sailor. I know
+ that we're all just as much under the Lord's hand on shore as at sea; but
+ you can't read in a book you haven't been used to, and they that go down
+ to the sea in ships, they see the works of the Lord and His wonders in the
+ deep. It isn't their fault if they don't see his wonders on the land so
+ easily as other people.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But, for all that, there's no man enjoys a cruise in the country more than
+ a sailor. It's forty years ago since I started for Plymouth, but I haven't
+ forgotten the road a bit or how beautiful it was; all through the New
+ Forest, and over Salisbury Plain, and then by the mail to Exeter, and
+ through Devonshire. It took me three days to get to Plymouth, for we
+ didn't get about so quick in those days.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Commodore was very kind to me when I got there, and I went about with
+ him to the ships in the bay, and through the dock-yard, and picked up a
+ good deal that was of use to me afterwards. I was a lieutenant in those
+ days, and had seen a good deal of service, and I found the old Commodore
+ had a great nephew whom he had adopted, and had set his whole heart upon.
+ He was an old bachelor himself, but the boy had come to live with him, and
+ was to go to sea; so he wanted to put him under some one who would give an
+ eye to him for the first year or two. He was a light slip of a boy then,
+ fourteen years old, with deep set blue eyes and long eyelashes, and cheeks
+ like a girl's, but brave as a lion and as merry as a lark. The old
+ gentleman was very pleased to see that we took to one another. We used to
+ bathe and boat together; and he was never tired of hearing my stories
+ about the great admirals, and the fleet, and the stations I had been on.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Well, it was agreed that I should apply for a ship again directly, and go
+ up to London with a letter to the Admiralty from the Commodore, to help
+ things on. After a month or two I was appointed to a brig, lying at
+ Spithead; and so I wrote off to the Commodore and he got his boy a
+ midshipman's berth on board, and brought him to Portsmouth himself a day
+ or two before we sailed for the Mediterranean. The old gentleman came on
+ board to see the boy's hammock slung, and went below into the cockpit to
+ make sure that all was right. He only left us by the pilot boat when we
+ were well out in the Channel. He was very low at parting with his boy, but
+ bore up as well as he could; and we promised to write to him from
+ Gibraltar, and as often afterwards as we had a chance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I was soon as proud and fond of little Tom Holdsworth as if he had been my
+ own younger brother; and, for that matter, so were all the crew, from our
+ captain to the cook's boy. He was such a gallant youngster, and yet so
+ gentle. In one cutting-out business we had, he climbed over the
+ boatswain's shoulder, and was almost first on deck; how he came out of it
+ without a scratch I can't think to this day. But he hadn't a bit of
+ bluster in him, and was as kind as a woman to anyone who was wounded or
+ down with sickness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After we had been out about a year we were sent to cruise off Malta, on
+ the look-out for the French fleet. It was a long business, and the post
+ wasn't so good then as it is now. We were sometimes for months without
+ getting a letter, and knew nothing of what was happening at home, or
+ anywhere else. We had a sick time too on board, and at last he got a
+ fever. He bore up against it like a man, and wouldn't knock off duty for a
+ long time. He was midshipman of my watch; so I used to make him turn in
+ early, and tried to ease things to him as much as I could; but he didn't
+ pick up, and I began to get very anxious about him. I talked to the
+ doctor, and turned matters over in my own mind, and at last I came to
+ think he wouldn't get any better unless he could sleep out of the cockpit.
+ So one night, the 20th of October it was—I remember it well enough, better
+ than I remember any day since; it was a dirty night, blowing half a gale
+ of wind from the southward, and we were under close-reefed top-sails—I had
+ the first watch, and at nine o'clock I sent him down to my cabin to sleep
+ there, where he would be fresher and quieter, and I was to turn into his
+ hammock when my watch was over.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I was on deck three hours or so after he went down, and the weather got
+ dirtier and dirtier, and the scud drove by, and the wind sang and hummed
+ through the rigging—it made me melancholy to listen to it. I could think
+ of nothing but the youngster down below, and what I should say to his poor
+ old uncle if anything happened. Well, soon after midnight I went down and
+ turned into his hammock. I didn't go to sleep at once, for I remember very
+ well listening to the creaking of the ship's timbers as she rose to the
+ swell, and watching the lamp, which was slung from the ceiling, and gave
+ light enough to make out the other hammocks swinging slowly altogether. At
+ last, however, I dropped off, and I reckon I must have been asleep about
+ an hour, when I woke with a start. For the first moment I didn't see
+ anything but the swinging hammocks and the lamp; but then suddenly I
+ became aware that some one was standing by my hammock, and I saw the
+ figure as plainly as I see any one of you now, for the foot of the hammock
+ was close to the lamp, and the light struck full across on the head and
+ shoulders, which was all that I could see of him. There he was, the old
+ Commodore; his grizzled hair coming out from under a red woolen nightcap,
+ and his shoulders wrapped in an old thread-bare blue dressing-gown which I
+ had often seen him in. His face looked pale and drawn, and there was a
+ wistful disappointed look about the eyes. I was so taken aback I could not
+ speak, but lay watching him. He looked full at my face once or twice, but
+ didn't seem to recognise me; and, just as I was getting back my tongue and
+ going to speak, he said slowly: &ldquo;Where's Tom? this is his hammock. I
+ can't see Tom;&rdquo; and then he looked vaguely about and passed away
+ somehow, but how, I couldn't see. In a moment or two I jumped out and
+ hurried to my cabin, but young Holdsworth was fast asleep. I sat down, and
+ wrote down just what I had seen, making a note of the exact time, twenty
+ minutes to two. I didn't turn in again, but sat watching the youngster.
+ When he woke I asked him if he had heard anything of his great uncle by
+ the last mail. Yes, he had heard; the old gentleman was rather feeble, but
+ nothing particular the matter. I kept my own counsel and never told a soul
+ in the ship; and, when the mail came to hand a few days afterwards with a
+ letter from the Commodore to his nephew, dated late in September, saying
+ that he was well, I thought the figure by my hammock must have been all my
+ own fancy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ However, by the next mail came the news of the old Commodore's death. It
+ had been a very sudden break up, his executor said. He had left all his
+ property, which was not much, to his great nephew, who was to get leave to
+ come home as soon as he could.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The first time we touched at Malta, Tom Holdsworth left us and went home.
+ We followed about two years afterwards, and the first thing I did after
+ landing was to find out the Commodore's executor. He was a quiet, dry
+ little Plymouth lawyer, and very civilly answered all my questions about
+ the last days of my old friend. At last I asked him to tell me as near as
+ he could the time of his death; and he put on his spectacles, and got his
+ diary, and turned over the leaves. I was quite nervous till he looked up
+ and said,—&ldquo;Twenty-five minutes to two, sir, A.M., on the morning of
+ October 21st; or it might be a few minutes later.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean, sir?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;it is an odd story. The doctor was
+ sitting with me, watching the old man, and, as I tell you, at twenty-five
+ minutes to two, he got up and said it was all over. We stood together,
+ talking in whispers for, it might be, four or five minutes, when the body
+ seemed to move. He was an odd old man, you know, the Commodore, and we
+ never could get him properly to bed, but he lay in his red nightcap and
+ old dressing-gown, with a blanket over him. It was not a pleasant sight, I
+ can tell you, sir. I don't think one of you gentlemen, who are bred to
+ face all manner of dangers, would have liked it. As I was saying, the body
+ first moved, and then sat up, propping itself behind with its hands. The
+ eyes were wide open, and he looked at us for a moment, and said slowly,
+ 'I've been to the Mediterranean, but I didn't see Tom.' Then the body sank
+ back again, and this time the old Commodore was really dead. But it was
+ not a pleasant thing to happen to one, sir. I do not remember anything
+ like it in my forty years' practice.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0023"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXII—DEPARTURES EXPECTED AND UNEXPECTED</h2>
+ <p>
+ There was a silence of a few seconds after the Captain had finished his
+ story, all the men sitting with eyes fixed on him, and not a little
+ surprised at the results of their call. Drysdale was the first to break
+ the silence, which he did with a &ldquo;By George!&rdquo; and a long
+ respiration; but, as he did not seem prepared with any further remark, Tom
+ took up the running.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a strange story,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;and that really
+ happened to you, Captain Hardy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To me sir, in the Mediterranean, more than forty years ago.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The strangest thing about it is that the old Commodore should have
+ managed to get all the way to the ship, and then not have known where his
+ nephew was,&rdquo; said Blake.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He only knew his nephew's berth, you see, sir,&rdquo; said the
+ Captain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But he might have beat about through the ship till he had found
+ him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must remember that he was at his last breath, sir,&rdquo; said
+ the Captain; &ldquo;you can't expect a man to have his head clear at such
+ a moment.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not a man, perhaps; but I should a ghost,&rdquo; said Blake.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Time was everything to him,&rdquo; went on the Captain, without
+ regarding the interruption, &ldquo;space nothing. But the strangest part
+ of it is that <i>I</i>
+ should have seen the figure at all. It's true I had been thinking of the
+ old uncle, because of the boy's illness; but I can't suppose he was
+ thinking of me, and, as I say, he never recognized me. I have taken a
+ great deal of interest in such matters since that time, but I have never
+ met with just such a case as this.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, that is the puzzle. One can fancy his appearing to his nephew
+ well enough,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We can't account for these things, or for a good many other things
+ which ought to be quite as startling, only we see them every day. But now
+ I think it is time for us to be going, eh Jack?&rdquo; and the Captain and
+ his son rose to go.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom saw that it would be no kindness to them to try to prolong the
+ sitting, and so he got up too, to accompany them to the gates. This broke
+ up the party. Before going, Drysdale, after whispering to Tom, went up to
+ Captain Hardy, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I want to ask you to do me a favour, sir. Will you and your son
+ breakfast with me to-morrow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;We shall be very happy, sir,&rdquo; said the Captain.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think, father, you had better breakfast with me, quietly. We are
+ much obliged to Mr. Drysdale, but I can't give up a whole morning.
+ Besides, I have several things to talk to you about.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nonsense, Jack,&rdquo; blurted out the old sailor, &ldquo;leave
+ your books alone for one morning. I'm come up here to enjoy myself, and
+ see your friends.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy gave a slight shrug of his shoulder at the word friends, and
+ Drysdale, who saw it, looked a little confused. He had never asked Hardy
+ to his rooms before. The Captain saw that something was the matter, and
+ hastened in his own way to make all smooth again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never mind Jack, sir,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;he shall come. It's a
+ great treat to me to be with young men, especially when they are friends
+ of my boy.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope you'll come as a personal favor to me,&rdquo; said Drysdale,
+ turning to Hardy. &ldquo;Brown, you'll bring him, won't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh yes, I'm sure he'll come,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's all right. Good night, then;&rdquo; and Drysdale went off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy and Tom accompanied the Captain to the gate. During his passage
+ across the two quadrangles, the old gentleman was full of the praises of
+ the men and of protestations as to the improvement in social manners and
+ customs since his day, when there could have been no such meeting, he
+ declared, without blackguardism and drunkenness, at least among young
+ officers; but then they had less to think of than Oxford men, no proper
+ education. And so the Captain was evidently traveling back into the great
+ trireme question when they reached the gate. As they could go no farther
+ with him, however, he had to carry away his solution of the
+ three-banks-of-oars difficulty in his own bosom to the
+ &ldquo;Mitre&rdquo;.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't let us go in,&rdquo; said Tom, as the gate closed on the
+ Captain, and they turned back into the quadrangle, &ldquo;let us take a
+ turn or two;&rdquo; so they walked up and down the inner quad in the
+ starlight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Just at first they were a good deal embarrassed and confused; but before
+ long, though not without putting considerable force on himself, Tom got
+ back into something like his old familiar way of unbosoming himself to his
+ re-found friend, and Hardy showed more than his old anxiety to meet him
+ half-way. His ready and undisguised sympathy soon dispersed the remaining
+ clouds which were still hanging between them; and Tom found it almost a
+ pleasure, instead of a dreary task, as he had anticipated, to make a full
+ confession, and state the case clearly and strongly against himself to one
+ who claimed neither by word nor look the least superiority over him, and
+ never seemed to remember that he himself had been ill-treated in the
+ matter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He had such a chance of lecturing me, and didn't do it,&rdquo;
+ thought Tom afterwards, when he was considering why he felt so very
+ grateful to Hardy. &ldquo;It was so cunning of him, too. If he had begun
+ lecturing, I should have begun to defend myself, and never have felt half
+ such a scamp as I did when I was telling it all out to him in my own
+ way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The result of Hardy's management was that Tom made a clean breast of it,
+ telling everything down to his night at the ragged school; and what an
+ effect his chance-opening of the &ldquo;Apology&rdquo; had had on him.
+ Here for the first time Hardy came in with his usual dry, keen voice.
+ &ldquo;You needn't have gone so far back as Plato for that lesson.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't understand,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there's something about an indwelling spirit which guideth
+ every man, in St. Paul, isn't there?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, a great deal,&rdquo; Tom answered, after a pause; &ldquo;but
+ it isn't the same thing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why not the same thing?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, surely you must feel it. It would be almost blasphemy in us to
+ talk as St. Paul talked. It is much easier to face the notion, or the
+ fact, of a daemon or spirit such as Socrates felt to be in him, than to
+ face what St. Paul seems to be meaning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, much easier. The only question is whether we will be heathens
+ or not.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, a spirit was speaking to Socrates, and guiding him. He obeyed
+ the guidance, but knew not whence it came. A spirit is striving with us
+ too, and trying to guide us—we feel that just as much as he did. Do we
+ know what spirit it is? whence it comes? Will we obey it? If we can't name
+ it—know no more of it then he knew about his daemon, of course, we are in
+ no better position than he—in fact, heathens.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom made no answer, and after a slight turn or two more, Hardy said,
+ &ldquo;Let us go in;&rdquo; and they went to his rooms. When the candles
+ were lighted, Tom saw the array of books on the table, several of them
+ open, and remembered how near the examinations were.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I see you want to work,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Well, good-night. I
+ know how fellows like you hate being thanked—there, you needn't wince; I'm
+ not going to try it on. The best way to thank you, I know, is to go
+ straight for the future. I'll do that, please God, this time at any rate.
+ Now what ought I to do, Hardy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it's very hard to say. I've thought about it a great deal
+ this last few days—since I felt you coming round—but I can't make up my
+ mind. How do you feel yourself? What's your own instinct about it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, I must break it all off at once, completely,&rdquo; said
+ Tom, mournfully, and half hoping that Hardy might not agree with him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; answered Hardy, &ldquo;but how?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In the way that will pain her least. I would sooner lose my hand or
+ bite my tongue off than that she should feel lowered, or lose any
+ self-respect, you know,&rdquo; said Tom, looking helplessly at his friend.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that's all right—you must take all you can on your own
+ shoulders. It must leave a sting though for both of you, manage how you
+ will.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I can't bear to let her think I don't care for her—I needn't do
+ that—I can't do that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know what to advise. However, I believe I was wrong in
+ thinking she cared for you so much. She will be hurt, of course—she can't
+ help being hurt—but it won't be so bad as I used to think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom made no answer; in spite of all his good resolutions, he was a little
+ piqued at this last speech. Hardy went on presently. &ldquo;I wish she
+ were well out of Oxford. It's a bad town for a girl to be living in,
+ especially as a barmaid in a place which we haunt. I don't know that she
+ will take much harm now; but it's a very trying thing for a girl of that
+ sort to be thrown every day amongst a dozen young men above her in rank,
+ and not one in ten of whom has any manliness about him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean—no manliness?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I mean that a girl in her position isn't safe with us. If we had
+ any manliness in us she would be—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You can't expect all men to be blocks of ice, or milksops,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, who was getting nettled.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't think that I meant you,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;indeed I
+ didn't. But surely, think a moment; is it a proof of manliness that the
+ pure and weak should fear you and shrink from you? Which is the true—aye,
+ and the brave—man, he who trembles before a woman or he before whom a
+ woman trembles?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Neither,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but I see what you mean, and when
+ you put it that way it's clear enough.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you're wrong in saying 'neither' if you do see what I
+ mean.&rdquo; Tom was silent. &ldquo;Can there be any true manliness
+ without purity?&rdquo; went on Hardy. Tom drew a deep breath but said
+ nothing. &ldquo;And where then can you point to a place where there is so
+ little manliness as here? It makes my blood boil to see what one must see
+ every day. There are a set of men up here, and have been ever since I can
+ remember the place, not one of whom can look at a modest woman without
+ making her shudder.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There must always be some blackguards,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but unluckily the blackguards set the fashion, and give the
+ tone to public opinion. I'm sure both of us have seen enough to know
+ perfectly well that up here, amongst us undergraduates, men who are
+ deliberately and avowedly profligates, are rather admired and courted,—are
+ said to know the world, and all that,—while a man who tries to lead a pure
+ life, and makes no secret of it, is openly sneered at by them, looked down
+ on more or less by the great mass of men, and, to use the word you used
+ just now, thought a milksop by almost all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't think it so bad as that,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;There are
+ many men who would respect him, though they might not be able to follow
+ him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, I never meant that there are not many such, but they
+ don't set the fashion. I am sure I'm right. Let us try it by the best
+ test. Haven't you and I in our secret hearts this cursed feeling, that the
+ sort of man we are talking about is a milksop?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After a moment's thought, Tom answered, &ldquo;I am afraid I have, but I
+ really am thoroughly ashamed of it now, Hardy. But you haven't it. If you
+ had it you could never have spoken to me as you have.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I beg your pardon. No man is more open than I to the bad influences
+ of any place he lives in. God knows I am even as other men, and worse; for
+ I have been taught ever since I could speak, that the crown of all real
+ manliness, of all Christian manliness, is purity.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Neither of the two spoke for some minutes. Then Hardy looked at his watch—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Past eleven,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I must do some work. Well,
+ Brown, this will be a day to be remembered in my calendar.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom wrung his hand, but did not venture to reply.</p>
+ <p>As he got to the door, however, he turned back, and said,—</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Do you think I ought to write to her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you can try. You'll find it a bitter business, I fear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'll try then. Good night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom went to his own rooms, and set to work to write his letter; and
+ certainly found it as difficult and unpleasant a task as he had ever set
+ himself to work upon. Half a dozen times he tore up sheet after sheet of
+ his attempts; and got up and walked about, and plunged and kicked mentally
+ against the collar and traces in which he had harnessed himself by his
+ friend's help,—trying to convince himself that Hardy was a Puritan, who
+ had lived quite differently from other men, and knew nothing of what a man
+ ought to do in a case like this. That after all very little harm had been
+ done! The world would never go on at all if people were to be so
+ scrupulous! Probably, not another man in the college, except Grey,
+ perhaps, would think anything of what he had done!—Done! why, what had he
+ done? He couldn't be taking it more seriously if he had ruined her!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this point he managed to bring himself up sharp again more than once.
+ &ldquo;No thanks to <i>me</i> at any rate, that she isn't ruined. Had I
+ any pity, any scruples? My God, what a mean, selfish rascal I have
+ been!&rdquo; and then he sat down again, and wrote, and scratched out what
+ he had written, till the other fit came on, and something of the same
+ process had to be gone through again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ We must all recognize the process, and remember many occasions on which we
+ have had to put bridle and bit on, and ride ourselves as if we had been
+ horses or mules without understanding; and what a trying business it
+ was—as bad as getting a young colt past a gipsy encampment in a narrow
+ lane.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At last, after many trials, Tom got himself well in hand, and produced
+ something which seemed to satisfy him; for, after reading it three or four
+ times, he put it in a cover with a small case, which he produced from his
+ desk, sealed it, directed it, and then went to bed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Next morning, after chapel, he joined Hardy, and walked to his rooms with
+ him, and after a few words on indifferent matters, said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I wrote my letter last night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Did you satisfy yourself?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think so. I don't know, though, on second thoughts; it was
+ very tough work.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I was afraid you would find it so.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But wouldn't you like to see it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No thank you. I suppose my father will be here directly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I wish you would read it through,&rdquo; said Tom, producing a
+ copy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, if you wish it, I suppose I must; but I don't see how I can
+ do any good.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy took the letter, and sat down, and Tom drew a chair close to him,
+ and watched his face while he read:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is best for us both that I should not see you any more, at least
+ at present. I feel that I have done you a great wrong. I dare not say much
+ to you, for fear of making that wrong greater. I cannot, I need not tell
+ you how I despise myself now—how I long to make you any amends in my
+ power. If ever I can be of any service to you, I do hope that nothing
+ which has passed will hinder you from applying to me. You will not believe
+ how it pains me to write this; how should you? I don't deserve that you
+ should believe anything I say. I must seem heartless to you; I have been,
+ I am heartless. I hardly know what I am writing. I shall long all my life
+ to hear good news of you. I don't ask you to pardon me, but if you can
+ prevail on yourself not to send back the enclosed, and will keep it as a
+ small remembrance of one who is deeply sorry for the wrong he has done
+ you, but who cannot and will not say he is sorry he ever met you, you will
+ be adding another to the many kindnesses which I have to thank you for,
+ and which I shall never forget.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy read it over several times, as Tom watched impatiently, unable to
+ make out anything from his face.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What do you think? You don't think there's anything wrong in it, I
+ hope?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, indeed, my dear fellow. I really think it does you credit. I
+ don't know what else you could have said very well, only—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Only what?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Couldn't you have made it a little shorter?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I couldn't; but you don't mean that. What did you mean by that
+ 'only'?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I don't think this letter will end the business; at least, I'm
+ afraid not.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what more could I have said?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nothing <i>more</i>, certainly; but couldn't you have keep a little
+ quieter—it's difficult to get the right word—a little cooler, perhaps.
+ Couldn't you have made the part about not seeing her again a little more
+ decided?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you said I needn't pretend I didn't care for her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Did I?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes. Besides, it would have been a lie.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't want you to tell a lie, certainly. But how about this
+ 'small remembrance' that you speak of? What's that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, nothing; only a little locket I bought for her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;With some of your hair in it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well of course. Come now, there's no harm in that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; no harm. Do you think she will wear it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How can I tell?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It may make her think it isn't all at an end, I'm afraid. If she
+ always wears your hair—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, you're too bad, Hardy. I wish you had had to write it
+ yourself. It's all very easy to pull my letter to pieces, I dare say,
+ but—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I didn't want to read it, remember.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No more you did. I forgot. But I wish you would just write down now
+ what you would have said.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think I see myself at it. By the way, of course you have
+ sent your letter?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I sent it off before chapel.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought so. In that case I don't think we need trouble ourselves
+ further with the form of the document.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, that's only shirking. How do you know I may not want it for the
+ next occasion?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no! Don't let us begin laughing about it. A man never ought to
+ have to write such letters twice in his life. If he has, why, he may get a
+ good enough precedent for the second out of the 'Complete Letter Writer'.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you won't correct my copy?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, not I.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ At this point in their dialogue, Captain Hardy appeared on the scene, and
+ the party went off to Drysdale's to breakfast.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Captain Hardy's visit to St. Ambrose was a great success. He stayed some
+ four or five days, and saw everything that was to be seen, and enjoyed it
+ all in a sort of reverent way which was almost comic. Tom devoted himself
+ to the work of cicerone, and did his best to do the work thoroughly.
+ Oxford was a sort of Utopia to the Captain, who was resolutely bent on
+ seeing nothing but beauty and learning and wisdom within the precincts of
+ the University. On one or two occasions his faith was tried sorely by the
+ sight of young gentlemen gracefully apparelled, dawdling along two
+ together in low easy pony carriages, or lying on their backs in punts for
+ hours, smoking, with not even a <i>Bell's Life</i> by them to pass the
+ time. Dawdling and doing nothing were the objects of his special
+ abhorrence; but, with this trifling exception, the Captain continued
+ steadily to behold towers and quadrangles, and chapels, and the
+ inhabitants of the colleges, through rose-coloured spectacles. His respect
+ for a &ldquo;regular education&rdquo; and for the seat of learning at
+ which it was dispensed was so strong, that he invested not only the
+ tutors, doctors and proctors (of whom he saw little except at a distance),
+ but even the most empty-headed undergraduate whose acquaintance he made,
+ with a sort of fancy halo of scientific knowledge, and often talked to
+ those youths in a way which was curiously bewildering and embarrassing to
+ them. Drysdale was particularly hit by it. He had humour and honesty
+ enough himself to appreciate the Captain, but it was a constant puzzle to
+ him to know what to make of it all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He's a regular old brick, is the Captain,&rdquo; he said to Tom, on
+ the last evening of the old gentleman's visit, &ldquo;but by Jove, I can't
+ help thinking he must be poking fun at us half his time. It is rather too
+ rich to hear him talking on as if we were all as fond of Greek as he seems
+ to be, and as if no man ever got drunk up here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I declare I think he believes it,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;You see
+ we're all careful enough before him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That son of his, too, must be a good fellow. Don't you see he can
+ never have peached? His father was telling me last night what a comfort it
+ was to him to see that Jack's poverty had been no drawback to him. He had
+ always told him it would be so amongst English gentlemen, and now he found
+ him living quietly and independently, and yet on equal terms, and friends,
+ with men far above him in rank and fortune 'like you, sir,' the old boy
+ said. By Jove, Brown, I felt devilish foolish. I believe I blushed, and it
+ isn't often I indulge in that sort of luxury. If I weren't ashamed of
+ doing it now, I should try to make friends with Hardy. But I don't know
+ how to face him, and I doubt whether he wouldn't think me too much of a
+ rip to be intimate with.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, at his own special request, attended the Captain's departure, and
+ took his seat opposite to him and his son at the back of the Southampton
+ coach, to accompany him a few miles out of Oxford. For the first mile the
+ Captain was full of the pleasures of his visit, and of invitations to Tom
+ to come and see them in the vacation. If he did not mind homely quarters,
+ he would find a hearty welcome, and there was no finer bathing or boating
+ place on the coast. If he liked to bring his gun, there were plenty of
+ rock-pigeons and sea-otters in the caves at the Point. Tom protested with
+ the greatest sincerity that there was nothing he should enjoy so much.
+ Then the young men got down to walk up Bagley Hill, and when they mounted
+ again, found the Captain with a large leather case in his hand, out of
+ which he took two five-pound notes, and began pressing them on his son,
+ while Tom tried to look as if he did not know what was going on. For some
+ time Hardy steadily refused, and the contention became animated, and it
+ was useless to pretend any longer not to hear.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Jack, you're not too proud, I hope, to take a present from you
+ own father,&rdquo; the Captain said at last.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, my dear father, I don't want the money. You make me a very
+ good allowance already.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Jack, just listen to me and be reasonable. You know a great
+ many of your friends have been very hospitable to me; I could not return
+ their hospitality myself, but I wish you to do so for me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, father, I can do that without this money.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Jack,&rdquo; said the Captain, pushing forward the notes
+ again, &ldquo;I insist on your taking them. You will pain me very much if
+ you don't take them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the son took the notes at last, looking as most men of his age would if
+ they had just lost them, while the father's face was radiant as he
+ replaced his pocket book in the breast pocket inside his coat. His eye
+ caught Tom's in the midst of the operation, and the latter could not help
+ looking a little confused, as if he had been unintentionally obtruding on
+ their privacy. But the Captain at once laid his hand on his knee and
+ said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A young fellow is never the worse for having a ten-pound note to
+ veer and haul on, eh, Mr. Brown?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, indeed, sir. A great deal better I think,&rdquo; said Tom, and
+ was quite comfortable again. The Captain had no new coat that summer, but
+ he always looked like a gentleman.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Soon the coach stopped to take up a parcel at a crossroad, and the young
+ men got down. They stood watching it until it disappeared round a corner
+ of the road, and then turned back towards Oxford, and struck into Bagley
+ Wood, Hardy listening with evident pleasure to his friend's enthusiastic
+ praise of his father. But he was not in a talking humour, and they were
+ soon walking along together in silence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was the first time they had been alone together since the morning
+ after their reconciliation; so presently Tom seized the occasion to recur
+ to the subject which was uppermost in his thoughts.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;She has never answered my letter,&rdquo; he began abruptly.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I am very glad of it,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But why?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because you know, you want it all broken off completely.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but still she might have just acknowledged it. You don't know
+ how hard it is for me to keep away from the place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear fellow, I know it must be hard work, but you are doing the
+ right thing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I hope so,&rdquo; said Tom, with a sigh. &ldquo;I haven't been
+ within a hundred yards of 'The Choughs' this five days. The old lady must
+ think it so odd.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Hardy made no reply. What could he say but that no doubt she did?</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Would you mind doing me a great favor?&rdquo; said Tom, after a
+ minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Anything I can do.—What is it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, just to step round on our way back,—I will stay as far off as
+ you like,—and see how things are going on;—how she is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well. Don't you like this view of Oxford? I always think it is
+ the best of them all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No. You don't see anything of half the colleges,&rdquo; said Tom,
+ who was very loath to leave the other subject for the picturesque.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you get all the spires and towers so well, and the river in the
+ foreground. Look at that shadow of a cloud skimming over Christchurch
+ Meadow. It's a splendid old place after all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It may be from a distance, to an outsider,&rdquo; said Tom;
+ &ldquo;but I don't know—it's an awfully chilly, deadening kind of place to
+ live in. There's something in the life of the place that sits on me like a
+ weight, and makes me feel dreary.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How long have you felt that? You're coming out in a new
+ line.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish I were. I want a new line. I don't care a straw for cricket;
+ I hardly like pulling; and as for those wine parties day after day, and
+ suppers night after night, they turn me sick to think of.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You have the remedy in your own hands, at any rate,&rdquo; said
+ Hardy, smiling.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, you needn't go to them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, one can't help going to them. What else is there to do!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom waited for an answer, but his companion only nodded to show that he
+ was listening, as he strolled on down the path, looking at the view.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can say what I feel to you, Hardy. I always have been able, and
+ it's such a comfort to me now. It was you who put these sort of thoughts
+ into my head, too, so you ought to sympathize with me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do, my dear fellow. But you'll be all right again in a few
+ days.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you believe it. It isn't only what you seem to think, Hardy.
+ You don't know me so well as I do you, after all. No, I'm not just
+ love-sick, and hipped because I can't go and see her. That has something
+ to do with it, I dare say, but it's the sort of shut-up selfish life we
+ lead here that I can't stand. A man isn't meant to live only with fellows
+ like himself, with good allowances paid quarterly, and no care but how to
+ amuse themselves. One is old enough for something better than that, I'm
+ sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No doubt,&rdquo; said Hardy with provoking taciturnity.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And the moment one tries to break through it, one only gets into
+ trouble.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, there's a good deal of danger of that, certainly,&rdquo; said
+ Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you often long to be in contact with some of the realities of
+ life, with men and women who haven't their bread and butter already cut
+ for them? How can a place be a university where no one can come up who
+ hasn't two hundred a year or so to live on?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You ought to have been at Oxford four hundred years ago, when there
+ were more thousands here than we have hundreds.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't see that. It must have been ten times as bad then.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not at all. But it must have been a very different state of things
+ from ours; they must have been almost all poor scholars, who worked for
+ their living, or lived on next to nothing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you really suppose they lived, though?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I don't know. But how should you like it now, if we had fifty
+ poor scholars at St. Ambrose, besides us servitors—say ten tailors, ten
+ shoemakers, and so on, who came up from love of learning, and attended all
+ the lectures with us, and worked for the present undergraduates while they
+ were hunting, and cricketing, and boating?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I think it would be a very good thing—at any rate, we should
+ save in tailors' bills.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Even if we didn't get our coats so well built,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ laughing. &ldquo;Well, Brown, you have a most catholic taste, and 'a
+ capacity for talking in new truths', all the elements of a good Radical in
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I tell you, I hate Radicals,&rdquo; said Tom indignantly.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, here we are in the town. I'll go round by 'The Choughs' and
+ catch you up before you get to High Street.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, left, to himself, walked slowly on for a little way, and then quickly
+ back again in an impatient, restless manner, and was within a few yards of
+ the corner where they had parted, when Hardy appeared again. He saw at a
+ glance that something had happened.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What is it—she is not ill?&rdquo; he said quickly.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; quite well, her aunt says.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You didn't see her then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No. The fact is she has gone home.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0024"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXIII—THE ENGLEBOURN CONSTABLE</h2>
+ <p>
+ On the afternoon of a splendid day in the early part of June, some four or
+ five days after the Sunday on which the morning service at Englebourn was
+ interrupted by the fire at Farmer Groves', David Johnson, tailor and
+ constable of the parish, was sitting at his work in a small erection, half
+ shed, half summer-house, which leaned against the back of his cottage. Not
+ that David had not a regular workshop, with a window looking into the
+ village street, and a regular counter close under it, on which passersby
+ might see him stitching, and from which he could gossip with them easily,
+ as was his wont. But although the constable kept the king's peace and made
+ garments of all kinds for his livelihood—from the curate's frock down to
+ the ploughboy's fustians—he was addicted for his pleasure and solace to
+ the keeping of bees. The constable's bees inhabited a row of hives in the
+ narrow strip of garden which ran away at the back of the cottage. This
+ strip of garden was bordered along the whole of one side by the rector's
+ premises. Now honest David loved gossip well, and considered it a part of
+ his duty as constable to be well up in all events and rumours which
+ happened or arose within his liberties. But he loved his bees better than
+ gossip, and, as he was now in hourly expectation that they would be
+ swarming, was working, as has been said, in his summer-house, that he
+ might be at hand at the critical moment. The rough table on which he was
+ seated commanded a view of the hives; his big scissors and some shreds of
+ velveteen lay near him on the table, also the street-door key and an old
+ shovel, of which the uses will appear presently.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On his knees lay the black velveteen coat, the Sunday garment of Harry
+ Winburn, to which he was fitting new sleeves. In his exertions at the top
+ of the chimney in putting out the fire, Harry had grievously damaged the
+ garment in question. The farmer had presented him with five shillings on
+ the occasion, which sum was quite inadequate to the purchase of a new
+ coat, and Harry, being too proud to call the farmer's attention to the
+ special damage which he had suffered in his service, had contented himself
+ with bringing his old coat to be new sleeved.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry was a favorite with the constable on account of his intelligence and
+ independence, and because of his relations with the farmers of Englebourn
+ on the allotment question. Although by his office the representative of
+ law and order in the parish, David was a man of the people, and
+ sympathized with the peasantry more than with the farmers. He had passed
+ some years of his apprenticeship at Reading, where he had picked up
+ notions on political and social questions much ahead of the Englebourn
+ worthies. When he returned to his native village, being a wise man, he had
+ kept his new lights in the background, and consequently had succeeded in
+ the object of his ambition, and had been appointed constable. His reason
+ for seeking the post was a desire to prove that the old joke as to the
+ manliness of tailors had no application to his case, and this he had
+ established to the satisfaction of all the neighborhood by the resolute
+ manner in which, whenever called on, he performed his duties. And, now
+ that his character was made and his position secure, he was not so careful
+ of betraying his leanings, and had lost some custom amongst the farmers in
+ consequence of them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The job on which he was employed naturally turned his thoughts to Harry.
+ He stitched away, now weighing in his mind whether he should not go
+ himself to Farmer Groves, and represent to him that he ought to give Harry
+ a new coat; now rejoicing over the fact that the rector had decided to let
+ Harry have another acre of the allotment land, now speculating on the
+ attachment of his favorite to the gardener's daughter, and whether he
+ could do any thing to forward his suit. In the pursuit of which thoughts
+ he had forgotten all about his bees, when suddenly a great humming arose,
+ followed by a rush through the air like the passing of an express train,
+ which recalled him to himself. He jumped from the table, casting aside the
+ coat, and seizing the key and shovel, hurried out into the garden, beating
+ the two together with all his might.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The process in question, known in country phrase as &ldquo;tanging&rdquo;,
+ is founded upon the belief that the bees will not settle unless under the
+ influence of this peculiar music; and the constable, holding faithfully to
+ the popular belief, rushed down his garden, &ldquo;tanging&rdquo; as
+ though his life depended upon it, in the hopes that the soothing sound
+ would induce the swarm to settle at once on his own apple trees.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Is &ldquo;tanging&rdquo; a superstition or not? People learned in bees
+ ought to know, but I never happened to meet one who had settled the
+ question. It is curious how such beliefs or superstitions fix themselves
+ in the popular mind of a countryside, and are held by wise and simple
+ alike. David the constable was a most sensible and open-minded man of his
+ time and class, but Kemble or Akerman, or other learned Anglo-Saxon
+ scholars would have vainly explained to him that &ldquo;tang&rdquo;, is
+ but the old word for &ldquo;to hold&rdquo;, and that the object of
+ &ldquo;tanging&rdquo; is, not to lure the bees with sweet music of key and
+ shovel, but to give notice to the neighbours that they have swarmed, and
+ that the owner of the maternal hive means to hold on to his right to the
+ emigrants. David would have listened to the lecture with pity, and have
+ retained unshaken belief in his music.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In the present case, however, the tanging was of little avail, for the
+ swarm, after wheeling once or twice in the air, disappeared from the eyes
+ of the constable over the rector's wall. He went on &ldquo;tanging&rdquo;
+ violently for a minute or two, and then paused to consider what was to be
+ done. Should he get over the wall into the rector's garden at once, or
+ should he go round and ask leave to carry his search into the parsonage
+ grounds? As a man and bee-fancier he was on the point of following
+ straight at once, over wall and fence; but the constable was also strong
+ within him. He was not on the best of terms with old Simon, the rector's
+ gardener, and his late opposition to Miss Winter in the matter of the
+ singing also came into his mind. So he resolved that the parish constable
+ would lose caste by disregarding his neighbour's boundaries, and was
+ considering what to do next, when he heard a footstep and short cough on
+ the other side of the wall which he recognized.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Be you there, Maester Simon?&rdquo; he called out. Where upon the
+ walker on the other side pulled up, and after a second appeal answered
+ shortly—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;E'es.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hev'ee seed ought o' my bees? Thaay've a bin' and riz, and gone off
+ somweres athert the wall.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;E'es, I seen 'em.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Wer' be 'em then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Aal-amang wi' ourn in the limes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Aal-amang wi'yourn,&rdquo; exclaimed the constable. &ldquo;Drattle
+ 'em. Thaay be more trouble than they be wuth.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I knowd as thaay wur yourn zoon as ever I sot eyes on 'em,&rdquo;
+ old Simon went on.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How did'ee know 'em then?&rdquo; asked the constable.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Cause thine be aal zettin' crass-legged,&rdquo; said Simon, with a
+ chuckle. &ldquo;Thee medst cum and pick 'em all out if thee'st a mind to
+ 't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon was mollified by his own joke, and broke into a short, dry
+ cachinnation, half laugh, half cough; while the constable, who was pleased
+ and astonished to find his neighbour in such a good humour, hastened to
+ get an empty hive and a pair of hedger's gloves—fortified with which he
+ left his cottage and made the best of his way up street towards the
+ Rectory gate, hard by which stood Simon's cottage.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old gardener was of an impatient nature, and the effect of the joke
+ had almost time to evaporate, and Simon was fast relapsing into his usual
+ state of mind towards his neighbour before the latter made his appearance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wher' hast been so long?&rdquo; he exclaimed, when the constable
+ joined him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I seed the young missus and t'other young lady a standin' talkin'
+ afore the door,&rdquo; said David; &ldquo;so I stopped back, so as not to
+ dlsturve 'em.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Be 'em gone in? Who was 'em talkin' to?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To thy missus, and thy daarter too, I b'lieve 'twas. Thaay be both
+ at whoam, bean't 'em?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Like enough. But what was 'em zayin'?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I couldn't heer nothin' partic'lar, but I judged as 'twas summat
+ about Sunday and the fire.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis na use for thaay to go on fillin' our place wi' bottles. I
+ dwon't mean to take no mwore doctor's stuff.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon, it may be said, by the way, had obstinately refused to take any
+ medicine since his fall, and had maintained a constant war on the subject,
+ both with his own women and Miss Winter, whom he had impressed more than
+ ever with a belief in his wrongheadedness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! and how be'ee, tho', Maester Simon?&rdquo; said David, &ldquo;I
+ didn't mind to ax afore'. You dwon't feel no wus for your fall, I
+ hopes?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I feels a bit stiffish like, and as if summat wur cuttin' m' at
+ times, when I lifts up my arms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis a mercy 'tis no wus,&rdquo; said David; &ldquo;we bean't so
+ young nor lissom as we was; Maester Simon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ To which remark Simon replied by a grunt. He disliked allusions to his
+ age—a rare dislike amongst his class in that part of the country. Most of
+ the people are fond of making themselves out older than they are, and love
+ to dwell on their experiences, and believe, as firmly as the rest of us,
+ that everything has altered for the worse in the parish and district since
+ their youth.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But Simon, though short of words and temper, and an uncomfortable
+ acquaintance in consequence, was inclined to be helpful enough in other
+ ways. The constable, with his assistance, had very soon hived his swarm of
+ cross-legged bees.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the constable insisted on Simon's coming with him and taking a glass
+ of ale, which, after a little coquetting, Simon consented to do. So, after
+ carrying his re-capture safely home, and erecting the hive on a
+ three-legged stand of his own workmanship, he hastened to rejoin Simon,
+ and the two soon found themselves in the bar of the &ldquo;Red
+ Lion.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable wished to make the most of this opportunity, and so began at
+ once to pump Simon as to his intentions with regard to his daughter. But
+ Simon was not easy to lead in anyway whatever, and seemed in a more than
+ usually no-business-of-yours line about his daughter. Whether he had
+ anyone in his eye for her or not, David could not make out; but one thing
+ he did make out, and it grieved him much. Old Simon was in a touchy and
+ unfriendly state of mind against Harry, who, he said, was falling into bad
+ ways, and beginning to think much too much of his self. Why was he to be
+ wanting more allotment ground than anyone else? Simon had himself given
+ Harry some advice on the point, but not to much purpose, it would seem, as
+ he summed up his notions on the subject by the remark that, &ldquo;'Twas
+ waste of soap to lather an ass.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable now and then made a stand for his young friend, but very
+ judiciously; and, after feeling his way for some time, he came to the
+ conclusion—as, indeed, the truth was—that Simon was jealous of Harry's
+ talent for growing flowers, and had been driven into his present frame of
+ mind at hearing Miss Winter and her cousin talking about the flowers, at
+ Dame Winburn's under his very nose for the last four or five days. They
+ had spoken thus to interest the old man, meaning to praise Harry to him.
+ The fact was, that the old gardener was one of those men who never can
+ stand hearing other people praised, and think that all such praise must be
+ meant in depreciation of themselves.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When they had finished their ale, the afternoon was getting on, and the
+ constable rose to go back to his work; while old Simon declared his
+ intention of going down to the hay-field, to see how the mowing was
+ getting on. He was sure that the hay would never be made properly, now
+ that he couldn't be about as much as usual.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In another hour the coat was finished, and the constable being uneasy in
+ his mind, resolved to carry the garment home himself at once, and to have
+ a talk with Dame Winburn. So he wrapped the coat in a handkerchief, put it
+ under his arm, and set off down the village.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He found the dame busy with her washing; and after depositing his parcel,
+ sat down on the settle to have a talk with her. They soon got on the
+ subject which was always uppermost in her mind, her son's prospects, and
+ she poured out to the constable her troubles. First there was this
+ sweet-hearting after old Simon's daughter,—not that Dame Winburn was going
+ to say anything against her, though she might have her thoughts as well as
+ other folk, and for her part she liked to see girls that were fit for
+ something besides dressing themselves up like their betters,—but what
+ worried her was to see how Harry took it to heart. He wasn't like himself,
+ and she couldn't see how it was all to end. It made him fractious, too,
+ and he was getting into trouble about his work. He had left his regular
+ place, and was gone mowing with a gang, most of them men out of the parish
+ that she knew nothing about, and likely not to be the best of company. And
+ it was all very well in harvest time, when they could go and earn good
+ wages at mowing and reaping any where about, and no man could earn better
+ than her Harry, but when it came to winter again she didn't see but what
+ he might find the want of a regular place, and then the farmers mightn't
+ take him on; and his own land, that he had got, and seemed to think so
+ much of, mightn't turn out all he thought it would. And so in fact the old
+ lady was troubled in her mind, and only made the constable more uneasy. He
+ had a vague sort of impression that he was in some way answerable for
+ Harry, who was a good deal with him, and was fond of coming about his
+ place. And although his cottage happened to be next to old Simon's, which
+ might account for the fact to some extent, yet the constable was conscious
+ of having talked to his young friend on many matters in a way which might
+ have unsettled him, and encouraged his natural tendency to stand up for
+ his own rights and independence, and he knew well enough that this temper
+ was not the one which was likely to keep a labouring man out of trouble in
+ the parish.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He did not allow his own misgivings, however, to add to the widow's
+ troubles, but, on the contrary, cheered her by praising up Harry as much
+ as even she could desire, and prophesying that all would come right, and
+ that those that lived would see her son as respected as any man in the
+ parish; he shouldn't be surprised, indeed, if he were church-warden before
+ he died. And then, astonished at his own boldness, and feeling that he was
+ not capable of any higher flight of imagination, the constable rose to
+ take his leave. He asked where Harry was working, and, finding that he was
+ at mowing in the Danes' Close, set off to look after him. The kind-hearted
+ constable could not shake off the feeling that something was going to
+ happen to Harry which would get him into trouble, and he wanted to assure
+ himself that as yet nothing had gone wrong. Whenever one has this sort of
+ vague feeling about a friend, there is a natural and irresistible impulse
+ to go and look after him, and to be with him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Danes' Close was a part of the glebe, a large field of some ten acres
+ or so in extent, close to the village. Two footpaths ran across it, so
+ that it was almost common property, and the village children considered it
+ as much their playground as the green itself. They trampled the grass a
+ good deal more than seemed endurable in the eyes of Simon, who managed the
+ rector's farming operations as well as the garden; but the children had
+ their own way, notwithstanding the threats he sometimes launched at them.
+ Miss Winter would have sooner lost all the hay than have narrowed their
+ amusements. It was the most difficult piece of mowing in the parish, in
+ consequence of the tramplings and of the large crops it bore. The Danes,
+ or some other unknown persons, had made the land fat, perhaps with their
+ carcasses, and the benefit had lasted to the time of our story. At any
+ rate, the field bore splendid crops, and the mowers always got an extra
+ shilling an acre for cutting it, by Miss Winter's special order, which was
+ paid by Simon in the most ungracious manner, and with many grumblings that
+ it was enough to ruin all the mowers in the countryside.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As the constable got over the stile into the hay-field, a great part of
+ his misgivings passed out of his head. He was a simple kindly man, whose
+ heart lay open to all influences of scene and weather, and the Danes'
+ Close, full of life and joy and merry sounds, as seen under the slanting
+ rays of the evening sun, was just the place to rub all the wrinkles out of
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable, however, is not singular in this matter. What man amongst
+ us all, if he will think the matter over calmly and fairly, can honestly
+ say that there is any one spot on the earth's surface in which he has
+ enjoyed so much real, wholesome, happy life as in a hay field? He may have
+ won renown on horseback or on foot at the sports and pastimes in which
+ Englishmen glory; he may have shaken off all rivals, time after time,
+ across the vales of Aylesbury, or of Berks, or any other of our famous
+ hunting counties; he may have stalked the oldest and shyest buck in Scotch
+ forests, and killed the biggest salmon of the year in the Tweed, and the
+ trout in the Thames; he may have made topping averages in first-rate
+ matches of cricket; or have made long and perilous marches, dear to
+ memory, over boggy moor, or mountain, or glacier; he may have successfully
+ attended many breakfast-parties, within drive of Mayfair, on velvet lawns,
+ surrounded by all the fairyland of pomp, and beauty, and luxury, which
+ London can pour out; he may have shone at private theatricals and
+ at-homes; his voice may have sounded over hushed audiences at St.
+ Stephen's, or in the law courts; or he may have had good times in any
+ other scenes of pleasure or triumph open to Englishmen; but I much doubt
+ whether, on putting his recollections fairly and quietly together, he
+ would not say at last that the fresh mown hay field is the place where he
+ has spent the most hours which he would like to live over again, the
+ fewest which he would wish to forget.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As children, we stumble about the new-mown hay, revelling in the many
+ colors of the prostrate grass and wild flowers, and in the power of
+ tumbling where we please without hurting ourselves; as small boys, we pelt
+ one another and the village schoolgirls and our nursemaids and young lady
+ cousins with the hay, till, hot and weary, we retire to tea or syllabub
+ beneath the shade of some great oak or elm, standing up like a monarch out
+ of the fair pasture; or, following the mowers, we rush with eagerness on
+ the treasures disclosed by the scythe-stroke,—the nest of the unhappy late
+ laying titlark, or careless field-mouse; as big boys, we toil ambitiously
+ with the spare forks and rakes, or climb into the wagons and receive with
+ open arms the delicious load as it is pitched up from below, and rises
+ higher and higher as we pass along the long lines of haycocks; a year or
+ two later we are strolling there with our first sweethearts, our souls and
+ tongues, loaded with sweet thoughts and soft speeches; we take a turn with
+ the scythe as the bronzed mowers lie in the shade for their short rest,
+ and willingly pay our footing for the feat. Again, we come back with book
+ in pocket, and our own children tumbling about as we did before them; now
+ romping with them, and smothering them with the sweet-smelling load—now
+ musing and reading and dozing away the delicious summer evenings. And so
+ shall we not come back to the end, enjoying as grandfathers the lovemaking
+ and the rompings of younger generations yet?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Were any of us ever really disappointed or melancholy in a hay-field? Did
+ we ever lie fairly back on a haycock and look up into the blue sky and
+ listen to the merry sounds, the whetting of scythes and the laughing
+ prattle of women and children, and think evil thoughts of the world and of
+ or our brethren? Not we! Or if we have so done, we ought to be ashamed of
+ ourselves, and deserve never to be out of town again during hay-harvest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There is something in the sights and sounds of a hay-field which seems to
+ touch the same chord in one as Lowell's lines in the &ldquo;Lay of Sir
+ Launfal,&rdquo; which end—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;For a cap and bells our lives we pay;
+ We wear out our lives with toiling and tasking;
+ It is only Heaven that is given away;
+ It is only God may be had for the asking.
+ There is no price set on the lavish summer,
+ And June may be had by the poorest comer.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ But the philosophy of the hay-field remains to be written. Let us hope
+ that whoever takes the subject in hand will not dissipate all its
+ sweetness in the process of the inquiry wherein the charm lies.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable had not the slightest notion of speculating on his own
+ sensations, but was very glad, nevertheless, to find his spirits rising as
+ he stepped into the Danes' Close. All the hay was down, except a small
+ piece in the further corner, which the mowers were upon. There were groups
+ of children in many parts of the field, and women to look after them,
+ mostly sitting on the fresh swarth, working and gossiping, while the
+ little ones played about. He had not gone twenty yards before he was
+ stopped by the violent crying of a child; and turning toward the voice, he
+ saw a little girl of six or seven, who had strayed from her mother,
+ scrambling out of the ditch, and wringing her hands in an agony of pain
+ and terror. The poor little thing had fallen into a bed of nettles, and
+ was very much frightened, and not a little hurt. The constable caught her
+ up in his arms, soothing her as well as he could, and hurrying along till
+ he found some dock-leaves, sat down with her on his knee, and rubbed her
+ hands with the leaves, repeating the old saw—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;Our nettle,
+ In dock;
+ Dock shall ha'
+ A new smock;
+ Nettle shan't
+ Ha' narrun'.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ What with the rubbing, and the constable's kind manner, and listening to
+ the doggerel rhyme, and feeling that nettle would get her deserts, the
+ little thing soon ceased crying. But several groups had been drawn towards
+ the place, and amongst the rest came Miss Winter and her cousin, who had
+ been within hearing of the disaster. The constable began to feel very
+ nervous and uncomfortable, when he looked up from his charitable
+ occupation, and suddenly found the rector's daughter close to him. But his
+ nervousness was uncalled for. The sight of what he was about, and of the
+ tender way in which he was handling the child, drove all remembrance of
+ his heresies and contumaciousness in the matter of psalmody out of her
+ head. She greeted him with frankness and cordiality, and presently—when he
+ had given up his charge to the mother, who was inclined at first to be
+ hard with the poor little sobbing truant—came up, and said she wished to
+ speak a few words to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David was highly delighted at Miss Winter's manner; but he walked along at
+ her side not quite comfortable in his mind, for fear lest she should start
+ the old subject of dispute, and then his duty as a public man would have
+ to be done at all risk of offending her. He was much comforted when she
+ began by asking him whether he had seen much of Widow Winburn's son
+ lately.
+ </p>
+ <p>David admitted that he generally saw him every day.</p>
+ <p>
+ Did he know that he had left his place, and had quarrelled with Mr.
+ Tester?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Yes, David knew that Harry had had words with Farmer Tester; but Farmer
+ Tester was a sort that was very hard not to have words with.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Still, it is very bad, you know, for so young a man to be
+ quarrelling with the farmers,&rdquo; said Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Twas the varmer as quarreled wi' he, you see, miss,&rdquo; David
+ answered, &ldquo;which makes all the odds. He cum to Harry all in a
+ fluster, and said as how he must drow up the land as he'd a'got, or he's
+ place—one or t'other on 'em. And so you see, Miss, as Harry wur kind o'
+ druv to it. 'Twarn't likely as he wur to drow up the land now as he were
+ just reppin' the benefit ov it, and all for Varmer Tester's place, wich be
+ no sich gurt things, miss, arter all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very likely not; but I fear it may hinder his getting employment.
+ The other farmers will not take him on now if they can help it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; thaay falls out wi' one another bad enough, and calls all
+ manner o' names. But thaay can't abide a poor man to speak his mind, nor
+ take his own part, not one on 'em,&rdquo; said David, looking at Miss
+ Winter, as if doubtful how she might take his strictures; but she went on
+ without any show of dissent,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall try to get him work for my father, but I am sorry to find
+ that Simon does not seem to like the idea of taking him on. It is not easy
+ always to make out Simon's meaning. When I spoke to him, he said something
+ about a bleating sheep losing a bite; but I should think this young man is
+ not much of a talker in general?&rdquo;—she paused.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's true, miss,&rdquo; said David, energetically; &ldquo;there
+ ain't a quieter spoken or steadier man at his work in the parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very glad to hear you say so,&rdquo; said Miss Winter,
+ &ldquo;and I hope we may soon do something for him. But what I want you to
+ do just now is to speak a word to him about the company he seems to be
+ getting into.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable looked somewhat aghast at this speech of Miss Winter's, but
+ did not answer, not knowing to what she was alluding. She saw that he did
+ not understand, and went on—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is mowing to-day with a gang from the heath and the next parish;
+ I am sure they are very bad men for him to be with. I was so vexed when I
+ found Simon had given them the job; but he said they would get it all down
+ in a day, and be done with it, and that was all he cared for.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And 'tis a fine day's work, miss, for five men,&rdquo; said David,
+ looking over the field; &ldquo;and 'tis good work too, you mind the swarth
+ else,&rdquo; and he picked up a handful of the fallen grass to show her
+ how near the ground it was cut.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes, I have no doubt they are very good mowers, but they are
+ not good men, I'm sure. There, do you see now who it is that is bringing
+ them beer? I hope you will see Widow Winburn's son, and speak to him, and
+ try to keep him out of bad company. We should be all so sorry if he were
+ to get into trouble.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David promised to do his best, and Miss Winter wished him good evening,
+ and rejoined her cousin.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, Katie, will he do your behest?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, indeed; and I think he is the best person to do it. Widow
+ Winburn thinks her son minds him more than any one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you know, I don't think it will ever go right. I'm sure she
+ doesn't care the least for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you have only just seen her once for two or three
+ minutes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And then that wretched old Simon is so perverse about it,&rdquo;
+ said the cousin. &ldquo;You will never manage him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is very provoking, certainly; but I get my own way generally, in
+ spite of him. And it is such a perfect plan, isn't it!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, charming! if you can only bring it about.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now we must be really going home; papa will be getting
+ restless.&rdquo; So the young ladies left the hay-field deep in
+ castle-building for Harry Winburn and the gardener's daughter, Miss Winter
+ being no more able to resist a tale of true love than her cousin, or the
+ rest of her sex. They would have been more or less than woman if they had
+ not taken an interest in so absorbing a passion as poor Harry's. By the
+ time they reached the Rectory gate they had installed him in the
+ gardener's cottage with his bride and mother (for there would be plenty of
+ room for the widow, and it would be so convenient to have the laundry
+ close at hand) and had pensioned old Simon, and sent him and his old wife
+ to wrangle away the rest of their time in the widow's cottage.
+ Castle-building is a delightful and harmless exercise.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Meantime David the constable had gone towards the mowers, who were taking
+ a short rest before finishing off the last half-acre which remained
+ standing. The person whose appearance had so horrified Miss Winter was
+ drawing beer for them from a small barrel. This was an elderly raw-boned
+ woman with a skin burnt as brown as that of any of the mowers. She wore a
+ man's hat and spencer and had a strong harsh voice, and altogether was not
+ a prepossessing person. She went by the name of Daddy Cowell in the
+ parish, and had been for years a proscribed person. She lived up on the
+ heath, often worked in the fields, took in lodgers, and smoked a short
+ clay pipe. These eccentricities, when added to her half-male clothing,
+ were quite enough to account for the sort of outlawry in which she lived.
+ Miss Winter, and other good people of Englebourn, believed her capable of
+ any crime, and the children were taught to stop talking and playing, and
+ run away when she came near them; but the constable, who had had one or
+ two search-warrants to execute in her house, and had otherwise had
+ frequent occasions of getting acquainted with her in the course of his
+ duties, had by no means so evil an opinion of her. He had never seen much
+ harm in her, he had often been heard to say, and she never made pretence
+ to much good. Nevertheless, David was by no means pleased to see her
+ acting as purveyor to the gang which Harry had joined. He knew how such
+ contact would damage him in the eyes of all the parochial
+ respectabilities, and was anxious to do his best to get him clear of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ With these views he went up to the men, who were resting under a large elm
+ tree, and complimented them on their day's work. They were themselves well
+ satisfied with it, and with one another. When men have had sixteen hours
+ or so hard mowing in company, and none of them can say that the others
+ have not done their fair share, they are apt to respect one another more
+ at the end of it. It was Harry's first day with this gang, who were famous
+ for going about the neighbourhood, and doing great feats in hay and wheat
+ harvest. They were satisfied with him and he with them, none the less so
+ probably in his present frame of mind, because they also were loose on the
+ world, servants of no regular master. It was a bad time to make his
+ approaches, the constable saw; so, after sitting by Harry until the gang
+ rose to finish off their work in the cool of the evening, and asking him
+ to come round by his cottage on his way home, which Harry promised to do,
+ he walked back to the village.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0025"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXIV—THE SCHOOLS.</h2>
+ <p>
+ There is no more characteristic spot in Oxford than the quadrangle of the
+ schools. Doubtless in the times when the University held and exercised the
+ privileges of infang-thief and outfang-thief, and other such old-world
+ rights, there must have been a place somewhere within the liberties
+ devoted to examinations even more exciting than the great-go. But since
+ <i>alma mater</i> has ceased to take cognizance of &ldquo;treasons,
+ insurrections, felonies, and mayhem,&rdquo; it is here, in that fateful
+ and inexorable quadrangle, and the buildings which surround it, that she
+ exercises her most potent spells over the spirits of her children. I
+ suppose that a man being tried for his life must be more uncomfortable
+ than an undergraduate being examined for his degree, and that to be
+ hung—perhaps even to be pilloried—must be worse than to be plucked. But
+ after all, the feeling in both cases must be essentially the same, only
+ more intense in the former; and an institution which can examine a man (<i
+ >in literis humanitoribus</i
+ >, in humanities, so called) once a year for two or three days at a time,
+ has nothing to complain of, though it has no longer the power of hanging
+ him at once out of hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The schools' quadrangle is for the most part a lonely place. Men pass
+ through the melancholy iron-gates by which that quadrangle is entered on
+ three sides—from Broad street, from the Ratcliff, and from New
+ College-Lane—when necessity leads them that way, with alert step and
+ silently. No nursemaids or children play about it. Nobody lives in it.
+ Only when the examinations are going on you may see a few hooded figures
+ who walk as though conscious of the powers of academic life and death
+ which they wield, and a good deal of shuddering undergraduate life
+ flitting about the place—luckless youths, in white ties and bands, who are
+ undergoing the <i>peine forte et dure</i> with different degrees of
+ composure; and their friends who are there to look after them. You may go
+ in and watch the torture yourself if you are so minded, for the
+ <i>viva voce</i> schools are open to the public. But one such experiment
+ will be enough for you, unless you are very hard-hearted. The sight of the
+ long table, behind which sit Minos, Rhadamanthus &amp; Co., full-robed,
+ stern of face, soft of speech, seizing their victim in turn, now letting
+ him run a little way as a cat does a mouse, then drawing him back, with
+ claw of wily question, probing him on this side and that, turning him
+ inside out,—the row of victims opposite, pale or flushed, of anxious or
+ careless mien, according to temperament, but one and all on the rack as
+ they bend over the allotted paper, or read from the well-thumbed book—the
+ scarcely-less-to-be-pitied row behind of future victims, &ldquo;sitting
+ for the schools&rdquo; as it is called, ruthlessly brought hither by
+ statutes, to watch the sufferings they must hereafter undergo—should fill
+ the friend of suffering humanity with thoughts too deep for tears. Through
+ the long day till four o'clock, or later, the torture lasts. Then the last
+ victim is dismissed; the men who are &ldquo;sitting for the schools&rdquo;
+ fly all ways to their colleges, silently, in search of relief to their
+ over-wrought feelings—probably also of beer, the undergraduate's universal
+ specific. The beadles close those ruthless doors for a mysterious
+ half-hour on the examiners. Outside in the quadrangle collect by twos and
+ threes the friends of the victims, waiting for the reopening of the door,
+ and the distribution of the &ldquo;testamurs.&rdquo; The testamurs, lady
+ readers will be pleased to understand, are certificates under the hands of
+ the examiners that your sons, brothers, husbands, perhaps, have
+ successfully undergone the torture. But, if husbands, oh, go not
+ yourselves, and send not your sons to wait for the testamur of the head of
+ your house; for Oxford has seldom seen a sight over which she would more
+ willingly draw the veil, with averted face, than that of the youth rushing
+ wildly, dissolved in tears from the schools' quadrangle, and shouting,
+ &ldquo;Mamma! papa's plucked! papa's plucked!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The examination is nearly over which is to decide the academical fate of
+ some of our characters; the paper-work of the candidates for honors has
+ been going on for the last week. Every morning our three St. Ambrose
+ acquaintances have mustered with the rest for the anxious day's work,
+ after such breakfasts as they have been able to eat under the
+ circumstances. They take their work in very different ways. Grey rushes
+ nervously back to his rooms whenever he is out of the schools for ten
+ minutes, to look up dates and dodges. He worries himself sadly over every
+ blunder which he discovers himself to have made, and sits up nearly all
+ night cramming, always hoping for a better to-morrow. Blake keeps up his
+ affected carelessness to the last, quizzing the examiners, laughing over
+ the shots he has been making in the last paper. His shots, it must be
+ said, turn out well for the most part; in the taste paper particularly, as
+ they compare notes, he seems to have almost struck the bull's-eye in his
+ answers to one or two questions which Hardy and Grey have passed over
+ altogether. When he is wide of the mark, he passes it off with some
+ jesting remark; &ldquo;that a fool can ask in five minutes more questions
+ than a wise man can answer in a week,&rdquo; or wish &ldquo;that the
+ examiners would play fair, and change sides of the table for an hour with
+ the candidates for a finish.&rdquo; But he, too, though he does it on the
+ sly, is cramming with his coach at every available spare moment. Hardy had
+ finished his reading a full thirty-six hours before the first day of
+ paper-work, and had braced himself for the actual struggle by two good
+ nights' rest and a long day on the river with Tom. He had worked hard from
+ the first, and so had really mastered his books. And now, feeling that he
+ had fairly and honestly done his best, and that if he fails it will be
+ either from bad luck or natural incapacity, and not from his own fault, he
+ manages to keep a cooler head than any of his companions in trouble.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The week's paper-work passed off uneventfully; then comes the
+ <i>viva voce</i>
+ work for the candidates for honors. They go in, in alphabetical order,
+ four a day, for one more day's work, the hardest of all, and then there is
+ nothing more to do but wait patiently for the class list. On these days
+ there is a good attendance in the enclosed space to which the public are
+ admitted. The front seats are often occupied by the private tutors of the
+ candidates, who are there, like Newmarket trainers, to see the performance
+ of their stables, marking how each colt bears pressing, and comports
+ himself when the pinch comes. They watch the examiners, too, carefully to
+ see what line they take, whether science or history, or scholarship is
+ likely to tell most, that they may handle the rest of their starts
+ accordingly. Behind them, for the most part on the hindermost benches of
+ the flight of raised steps, anxious younger brothers and friends sit, for
+ a few minutes at a time, flitting in and out in much unrest, and making
+ the objects of their solicitude more nervous than ever by their sympathy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It is now the afternoon of the second day of the <i>viva voce</i>
+ examinations in honors. Blake is one of the men in. His tutor, Hardy,
+ Grey, Tom, and other St. Ambrose men, have all been in the schools more or
+ less during his examination, and now Hardy and Tom are waiting outside the
+ doors for the issuing of the testamurs.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The group is small enough. It is so much of course that a class-man should
+ get his testamur that there is no excitement about it; generally the man
+ himself stops to receive it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The only anxious faces in the group are Tom's and Hardy's. They have not
+ exchanged a word for the last few minutes in their short walk before the
+ door. Now the examiners come out and walk away towards their colleges, and
+ the next minute the door again opens and the clerk of the schools appears
+ with a slip of paper in his hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now you'll see if I am not right,&rdquo; said Hardy, as they
+ gathered to the door with the rest. &ldquo;I tell you there isn't the
+ least chance for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p id='linkimage-0006'></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0318.jpg" alt="0318 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0318.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p>
+ The clerk read out the names inscribed on the testamurs which he held, and
+ handed them to the owners.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Haven't you one for Mr. Blake of St. Ambrose?&rdquo; said Tom
+ desperately as the clerk was closing the door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, sir; none but those I have just given out,&rdquo; answered the
+ clerk, shaking his head. The door closed, and they turned away in silence
+ for the first minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I told you how it would be,&rdquo; said Hardy, as they passed out
+ of the south gate into the Ratcliff Quadrangle.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But he seemed to be doing so well when I was in.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You were not there at the time. I thought at first they would have
+ sent him out of the schools at once.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;In his divinity, wasn't it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; he was asked to repeat one of the Articles, and didn't know
+ three words of it. From that moment I saw it was all over. The examiner
+ and he both lost their tempers, and it went from bad to worse, till the
+ examiner remarked that he could have answered one of the questions he was
+ asking when he was ten years old, and Blake replied, so could he. They
+ gave him a paper in divinity afterwards, but you could see there was no
+ chance for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor fellow! what will he do, do you think? How will he take
+ it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can' tell. But I'm afraid it will be a very serious matter for
+ him. He was the ablest man in our year too. What a pity.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They got into St. Ambrose just as the bell for afternoon chapel was going
+ down, and went in. Blake was there, and one look showed him what had
+ happened. In fact he had expected nothing else all day since his breakdown
+ in the Articles. Tom couldn't help watching him during chapel; and
+ afterwards, on that evening, acknowledged to a friend that whatever else
+ you might think of Blake, there was no doubt about his gameness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After chapel he loitered outside the door in the quadrangle, talking just
+ as usual, and before hall he loitered on the steps in well-feigned
+ carelessness. Everybody else was thinking of his breakdown; some with real
+ sorrow and sympathy; others as of any other nine days' wonder—pretty much
+ as if the favourite for the Derby had broken down; others with
+ ill-concealed triumph, for Blake had many enemies amongst the men. He
+ himself was conscious enough of what they were thinking, but maintained
+ his easy, gay manner through it all, though the effort it cost him was
+ tremendous. The only allusion he made to what had happened which Tom heard
+ was when he asked him to wine.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you engaged to-night, Brown?&rdquo; he said. Tom answered in
+ the negative. &ldquo;Come to me, then&rdquo; he went on. &ldquo;You won't
+ get another chance in St. Ambrose. I have a few bottles of old wine left;
+ we may as well floor them; they won't bear moving to a hall with their
+ master.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And then he turned to some other men and asked them, everyone in fact who
+ he came across, especially the dominant fast set with whom he had chiefly
+ lived. These young gentlemen (of whom we had a glimpse at the outset, but
+ whose company we have carefully avoided ever since, seeing that their
+ sayings and doings were of a kind of which the less said the better) had
+ been steadily going on in their way, getting more and more idle, reckless
+ and insolent. Their doings had been already so scandalous on several
+ occasions as to call for solemn meetings of the college authorities; but,
+ no vigorous measures having followed, such deliberations had only made
+ matters worse, and given the men a notion that they could do what they
+ pleased with impunity. This night the climax had come; it was as though
+ the flood of misrule had at last broken banks and overflowed the whole
+ college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For two hours the wine party in Blake's large ground-floor rooms was kept
+ up with a wild, reckless mirth, in keeping with the host's temper. Blake
+ was on his mettle. He had asked every man with whom he had a speaking
+ acquaintance, as if he wished to face out his disaster at once to the
+ whole world. Many of the men came feeling uncomfortable, and would sooner
+ have stayed away and treated the pluck as real misfortune. But after all
+ Blake was the best judge of how he liked to be treated, and, if he had a
+ fancy for giving a great wine on the occasion, the civilest thing to do
+ was to go to it. And so they went, and wondered as much as he could desire
+ at the brilliant coolness of their host, speculating and doubting
+ nevertheless in their own secret hearts whether it wasn't acting after
+ all. Acting it was, no doubt, and not worth the doing; no acting is. But
+ one must make allowances. No two men take a thing just alike, and very few
+ can sit down quietly when they have lost a fall in life's wrestle, and
+ say: &ldquo;Well, here I am, beaten no doubt this time. But my own fault,
+ too. Now, take a good look at me, my good friends, as I know you all want
+ to do, and say your say out, for I mean getting up again directly and
+ having another turn at it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Blake drank freely himself, and urged his guests to drink, which was a
+ superfluous courtesy for the most part. Many of the men left his room
+ considerably excited. They had dispersed for an hour or so to billiards,
+ or a stroll in the town, and at ten o'clock reassembled at supper parties,
+ of which there were several in college this evening, especially a monster
+ one at Chanter's rooms—a &ldquo;champagne supper,&rdquo; as he had
+ carefully and ostentatiously announced on the cards of invitation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This flaunting the champagne in their faces had been resented by Drysdale
+ and others, who drank his champagne in tumblers, and then abused it and
+ clamored for beer in the middle of the supper. Chanter, whose prodigality
+ in some ways was only exceeded by his general meanness, had lost his
+ temper at this demand, and insisted that, if they wanted beer, they might
+ send for it themselves, for he wouldn't pay for it. This protest was
+ treated with uproarious contempt, and gallons of ale soon made their
+ appearance in college jugs and tankards. The tables were cleared, and
+ songs (most of them of more than doubtful character), cigars, and all
+ sorts of compounded drinks, from claret cup to egg flip, succeeded. The
+ company, recruited constantly as men came into the college, was getting
+ more and more excited every minute. The scouts cleared away and carried
+ off the relics of the supper, and then left; still the revel went on,
+ till, by midnight, the men were ripe for any mischief or folly which those
+ among them who retained any brains at all could suggest. The signal for
+ breaking up was given by the host's falling from his seat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Some of the men rose with a shout to put him to bed, which they
+ accomplished with difficulty, after dropping him several times, and left
+ him to snore off the effects of his debauch with one of his boots on.
+ Others took to doing what mischief occurred to them in his rooms. One man
+ mounted on a chair with a cigar in his mouth which had gone out, was
+ employed in pouring the contents of a champagne bottle with unsteady hand
+ into the clock on the mantel-piece. Chanter was a particular man in this
+ sort of furniture, and his clock was rather a specialty. It was a large
+ bronze figure of Atlas, supporting the globe in the shape of a time-piece.
+ Unluckily, the maker, not anticipating the sort of test to which his work
+ would be subjected, had ingeniously left the hole for winding up in the
+ top of the clock, so that unusual facilities existed for drowning the
+ world-carrier, and he was already almost at his last tick. One or two men
+ were morally aiding and abetting, and physically supporting the
+ experimenter on clocks, who found it difficult to stand to his work by
+ himself. Another knot of young gentlemen stuck to the tables, and so
+ continued to shout out scraps of song, sometimes standing on their chairs,
+ and sometimes tumbling off them. Another set were employed on the amiable
+ work of pouring beer and sugar into three new pairs of polished leather
+ dress boots, with colored tops to them, which they discovered in the
+ dressing-room. Certainly, as they remarked, Chanter could have no possible
+ use for so many dress boots at once, and it was a pity the beer should be
+ wasted; but on the whole, perhaps, the materials were never meant for
+ combination, and had better have been kept apart. Others had gone away to
+ break into the kitchen, headed by one who had just come into college and
+ vowed he would have some supper; and others, to screw up an unpopular
+ tutor, or to break into the rooms of some inoffensive freshman. The
+ remainder mustered on the grass in the quadrangle, and began playing
+ leap-frog and larking one another. Amongst these last was our hero, who
+ had been at Blake's wine and one of the quieter supper parties; and,
+ though not so far gone as most of his companions, was by no means in a
+ state in which he would have cared to meet the Dean. He lent his hearty
+ aid accordingly to swell the noise and tumult, which was becoming
+ something out of the way even for St. Ambrose's. As the leap-frog was
+ flagging, Drysdale suddenly appeared carrying some silver plates which
+ were used on solemn occasions in the common room, and allowed to be issued
+ on special application for gentlemen-commoners' parties. A rush was made
+ towards him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Halloa, here's Drysdale with lots of swag,&rdquo; shouted one.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What are you going to do with it?&rdquo; cried another.</p>
+ <p>
+ Drysdale paused a moment with the peculiarly sapient look of a tipsy man
+ who has suddenly lost the thread of his ideas, and then suddenly broke out
+ with—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hang it! I forgot. But let's play at quoits with them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The proposal was received with applause, and the game began, but Drysdale
+ soon left it. He had evidently some notion in his head which would not
+ suffer him to turn to anything else till he had carried it out. He went
+ off accordingly to Chanter's rooms, while the quoits went on in the front
+ quadrangle.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ About this time, however, the Dean and bursar, and the tutors who lived in
+ college, began to be conscious that something unusual was going on. They
+ were quite used to distant choruses, and great noises in the men's rooms,
+ and to a fair amount of shouting and skylarking in the quadrangle, and
+ were long-suffering men, not given to interfering, but there must be an
+ end to all endurance, and the state of things which had arrived could no
+ longer be met by a turn in bed and a growl at the uproars and follies of
+ undergraduates.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Presently some of the rioters on the grass caught sight of a figure
+ gliding along the side quadrangle towards the Dean's staircase. A shout
+ arose that the enemy was up, but little heed was paid to it by the greater
+ number. Then another figure passed from the Dean's staircase to the
+ porter's lodge. Those of the men who had any sense left saw that it was
+ time to quit, and, after warning the rest, went off towards their rooms.
+ Tom, on his way to his staircase, caught sight of a figure seated in a
+ remote corner of the inner quadrangle, and made for it, impelled by
+ natural curiosity. He found Drysdale seated on the ground with several
+ silver tankards by his side, employed to the best of his powers in digging
+ a hole with one of the college carving-knives.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Halloa, Drysdale! what are you up to?&rdquo; he shouted, laying his
+ hand on his shoulder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Providing for posterity,&rdquo; replied Drysdale, gravely, without
+ looking up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What the deuce do you mean? Don't be such an ass. The Dean will be
+ out in a minute. Get up and come along.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I tell you, old fellow,&rdquo; said Drysdale, somewhat
+ inarticulately, and driving his knife into the ground again, &ldquo;the
+ dons are going to spout the college plate. So I am burying these articles
+ for poshterity—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang posterity,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;come along directly, or
+ you'll be caught and rusticated.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Go to bed, Brown—you're drunk, Brown,&rdquo; replied Drysdale,
+ continuing his work, and striking the carving-knife into the ground so
+ close to his own thigh that it made Tom shudder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here they are then,&rdquo; he cried the next moment, seizing
+ Drysdale by the arm, as a rush of men came through the passage into the
+ quadrangle, shouting and tumbling along, and making in small groups for
+ the different stair-cases. The Dean and two of the tutors followed, and
+ the porter bearing a lantern. There was no time to be lost; so Tom, after
+ one more struggle to pull Drysdale up and hurry him off, gave it up, and
+ leaving him to his fate, ran across to his own staircase.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For the next half-hour the Dean and his party patrolled the college, and
+ succeeded at the last in restoring order, though not without some
+ undignified and disagreeable passages. The lights on the staircases, which
+ generally burnt all night, were of course put out as they approached. On
+ the first staircase which they stormed, the porter's lantern was knocked
+ out of his hand by an unseen adversary, and the light put out on the
+ bottom stairs. On the first landing the bursar trod on a small terrier
+ belonging to a fast freshman, and the dog naturally thereupon bit the
+ bursar's leg; while his master and other <i>enfants perdus</i>, taking
+ advantage of the diversion, rushed down the dark stairs, past the party of
+ order, and into the quadrangle, where they scattered amidst a shout of
+ laughter. While the porter was gone for a light, the Dean and his party
+ rashly ventured on a second ascent. Here an unexpected catastrophy awaited
+ them. On the top landing lived one of the steadiest men in college, whose
+ door had been tried shortly before. He had been roused out of his first
+ sleep, and, vowing vengeance on the next comers, stood behind his oak,
+ holding his brown George, or huge earthenware receptacle, half full of
+ dirty water, in which his bed-maker had been washing up his tea-things.
+ Hearing stealthy steps and whisperings on the stairs below, he suddenly
+ threw open his oak, discharging the whole contents of his brown George on
+ the approaching authorities, with a shout of, &ldquo;Take that for your
+ skulking.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The exasperated Dean and tutors rushing on, seized their astonished and
+ innocent assailant, and after receiving explanations, and the offer of
+ clean towels, hurried off again after the real enemy. And now the porter
+ appeared again with a light, and, continuing their rounds, they
+ apprehended and disarmed Drysdale, collected the college plate, marked
+ down others of the rioters, visited Chanter's rooms, held a parley with
+ the one of their number who was screwed up in his rooms, and discovered
+ that the bars had been wrenched out of the kitchen window. After which
+ they retired to sleep on their indignation, and quiet settled down again
+ on the ancient and venerable college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next morning at chapel many of the revellers met; in fact, there was a
+ fuller attendance than usual, for every one felt that something serious
+ must be impending. After such a night the dons must make a stand, or give
+ up altogether. The most reckless only of the fast set were absent. St.
+ Cloud was there, dressed even more precisely than usual, and looking as if
+ he were in the habit of going to bed at ten, and had never heard of milk
+ punch. Tom turned out not much the worse himself, but in his heart feeling
+ not a little ashamed of the whole business; of the party, the men, but,
+ above all, of himself. He thrust the shame back, however, as well as he
+ could, and put a cool face on it. Probably most of the men were in much
+ the same state of mind. Even in St. Ambrose's, reckless and vicious as the
+ college had become, by far the greater part of the undergraduates would
+ gladly have seen a change in the direction of order and decency, and were
+ sick of the wretched license of doing right in their own eyes and wrong in
+ every other person's.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As the men trooped out of chapel, they formed in corners of the
+ quadrangle, except the reading set, who went off quietly to their rooms.
+ There was a pause of a minute or two. Neither principal, dean, tutor, nor
+ fellow followed as on ordinary occasions. &ldquo;They're hatching
+ something in the outer chapel,&rdquo; said one.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It'll be a coarse time for Chanter, I take it,&rdquo; said another.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Was your name sent to the buttery for his supper?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I took d-d good care of that,&rdquo; said St. Cloud, who was
+ addressed.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Drysdale was caught, wasn't he?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I hear, and nearly frightened the Dean and the porter out of
+ their wits by staggering after them with a carving-knife.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He'll be sacked, of course.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Much he'll care for that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Here they come, then; by Jove, how black they look!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The authorities now came out of the antechapel door, and walked slowly
+ across towards the Principal's house in a body. At this moment, as
+ ill-luck would have it, Jack trotted into the front quadrangle, dragging
+ after him the light steel chain, with which he was usually fastened up in
+ Drysdale's scout's room at night. He came innocently towards one and
+ another of the groups, and retired from each much astonished at the low
+ growl with which his acquaintance was repudiated on all sides.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Porter, whose dog is that?&rdquo; said the Dean catching sight of
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. Drysdale's dog, sir, I think, sir,&rdquo; answered the porter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Probably the animal who bit me last night,&rdquo; said the bursar.
+ His knowledge of dogs was small; if Jack had fastened on him, he would
+ probably have been in bed from the effects.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Turn the dog out of college,&rdquo; said the Dean.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Please, sir he's a very savage dog, sir,&rdquo; said the porter,
+ whose respect for Jack was unbounded.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Turn him out immediately,&rdquo; replied the Dean.</p>
+ <p>
+ The wretched porter, arming himself with a broom, approached Jack, and
+ after some coaxing, managed to catch hold of the end of his chain, and
+ began to lead him towards the gates, carefully holding out the broom
+ towards Jack's nose with his other hand to protect himself. Jack at first
+ hauled away at his chain, and then began circling round the porter at the
+ full extent of it, evidently meditating an attack. Notwithstanding the
+ seriousness of the situation, the ludicrous alarm of the porter set the
+ men laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, or Jack will be pinning the wretched Copas,&rdquo; said
+ Jervis; and he and Tom stepped up to the terrified little man, and,
+ releasing him, led Jack, who knew them both well, out of college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Were you at that supper party?&rdquo; said Jervis, as they
+ deposited Jack with an ostler, who was lounging outside the gates, to be
+ taken to Drysdale's stables.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm glad to hear it; there will be a pretty clean sweep after last
+ night's doings.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I was in the quadrangle when they came out.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not caught, eh?&rdquo; said Jervis.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, luckily, I got to my own rooms at once.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Were any of the crew caught?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not that I know of.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, we shall hear enough of it before lecture time.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Jervis was right. There was a meeting in the common room directly after
+ breakfast. Drysdale, anticipating his fate, took his name off before they
+ sent for him. Chanter and three or four others were rusticated for a year,
+ and Blake was ordered to go down at once. He was a scholar, and what was
+ to be done in his case would be settled at the meeting at the end of the
+ term.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For twenty-four hours it was supposed that St. Cloud had escaped
+ altogether; but at the end of that time he was summoned before a meeting
+ in the common room. The tutor whose door had been so effectually screwed
+ up that he had been obliged to get out of his window by a ladder to attend
+ morning chapel, proved wholly unable to appreciate the joke, and set
+ himself to work to discover the perpetrators of it. The door was fastened
+ with long gimlets, which had been screwed firmly in, and when driven well
+ home, their heads knocked off. The tutor collected the shafts of the
+ gimlets from the carpenter, who came to effect an entry for him; and,
+ after careful examination discovered the trade mark, So, putting them into
+ his pocket, he walked off into the town, and soon came back with the
+ information he required, which resulted in the rustication of St. Cloud,
+ an event which was borne by the college with the greatest equanimity.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Shortly afterwards, Tom attended in the schools' quadrangle again, to be
+ present at the posting of the class list. This time there were plenty of
+ anxious faces; the quadrangle was full of them. He felt almost as nervous
+ himself as if he were waiting for the third gun. He thrust himself
+ forward, and was amongst the first who caught sight of the document. One
+ look was enough for him, and the next moment he was off at full speed for
+ St. Ambrose, and, rushing headlong into Hardy's rooms, seized him by the
+ hand and shook it vehemently.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's all right, old fellow,&rdquo; he cried, as soon as he could
+ catch his breath; &ldquo;it's all right. Four firsts; you're one of them;
+ well done!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And Grey, where's he; is he all right?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bless me, I forgot to look,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I only read the
+ firsts, and then came off as hard as I could.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then he is not a first.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; I'm sure of that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I must go and see him; he deserved it far more than I.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, by Jove, old boy,&rdquo; said Tom, seizing him again by the
+ hand, &ldquo;that he didn't; nor any man that ever went into the
+ schools.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, Brown,&rdquo; said Hardy, returning his warm grip.
+ &ldquo;You do one good. Now to see poor Grey, and to write to my dear old
+ father before hall. Fancy him opening the letter at breakfast the day
+ after to-morrow! I hope it won't hurt him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never, fear. I don't believe in people dying of joy, and anything
+ short of sudden death he won't mind at the price.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy hurried off, and Tom went to his own rooms, and smoked a cigar to
+ allay his excitement, and thought about his friend, and all they had felt
+ together, and laughed and mourned over in the short months of their
+ friendship. A pleasant, dreamy half-hour he spent thus, till the hall bell
+ roused him, and he made his toilette and went to his dinner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was with very mixed feelings that Hardy walked by the servitors' table
+ and took his seat with the bachelors, an equal at last amongst equals. No
+ man who is worth his salt can leave a place where he has gone through hard
+ and searching discipline, and been tried in the very depths of his heart,
+ without regret, however much he may have winced under the discipline. It
+ is no light thing to fold up and lay by forever a portion of one's life
+ even when it can be laid by with honor and in thankfulness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But it was with no mixed feelings, but with a sense of entire triumph and
+ joy, that Tom watched his friend taking his new place, and the dons, one
+ after another, coming up and congratulating him, and treating him as the
+ man who had done honor to them and his college.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0026"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXV—COMMEMORATION</h2>
+ <p>
+ The end of the academic year was now at hand, and Oxford was beginning to
+ put on her gayest clothing. The college gardeners were in a state of
+ unusual activity, and the lawns and flower-beds which form such exquisite
+ settings to many of the venerable grey, gabled buildings, were as neat and
+ as bright as hands could make them. Cooks, butlers and their assistants
+ were bestirring themselves in kitchen and buttery, under the direction of
+ bursars jealous of the fame of their houses, in the preparation of the
+ abundant and solid fare with which Oxford is wont to entertain all comers.
+ Everything the best of its kind, no stint but no nonsense, seems to be the
+ wise rule which the University hands down and lives up to in these
+ matters. However we may differ as to her degeneracy in other departments,
+ all who have ever visited her will admit that in this of hospitality she
+ is still a great national teacher, acknowledging and preaching by example
+ the fact, that eating and drinking are important parts of man's life,
+ which are to be allowed their due prominence, and not thrust into a
+ corner, but are to be done soberly and thankfully, in the sight of God and
+ man. The coaches were bringing in heavy loads of visitors; carriages of
+ all kinds were coming in from the neighbouring counties; and lodgings in
+ the High-street were going up to fabulous prices.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In one of these High-street lodgings, on the evening of the Saturday
+ before Commemoration, Miss Winter and her cousin are sitting. They have
+ been in Oxford during the greater part of the day, having posted up from
+ Englebourn; but they have only just come in, for the younger lady is still
+ in her bonnet, and Miss Winter's lies on the table. The windows are wide
+ open, and Miss Winter is sitting at one of them; while her cousin is
+ busied in examining the furniture and decorations of their temporary home,
+ now commenting upon these, now pouring out praises of Oxford.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't it too charming? I never dreamt that any town could be so
+ beautiful. Don't you feel wild about it, Katie?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is the queen of towns, dear. But I know it well, you see, so
+ that I can't be quite so enthusiastic as you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, those dear gardens! what was the name of those ones with the
+ targets up, where they were shooting? Don't you remember?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;New College Gardens, on the old city wall, you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no. They were nice and sentimental. I should like to go and sit
+ and read poetry there. But I mean the big ones, the gorgeous, princely
+ ones, with wicked old Bishop Laud's gallery looking into them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh! St. John's, of course.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, St. John's. Why do you hate Laud so, Katie?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't hate him, dear. He was a Berkshire man, you know. But I
+ think he did a great deal of harm to the Church.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How did you think my new silk looked in the garden? How lucky I
+ brought it, wasn't it? I shouldn't have liked to have been in nothing but
+ muslin. They don't suit here; you want something richer amongst the old
+ buildings, and on the beautiful velvety turf of the gardens. How do you
+ think I looked?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You looked like a queen, dear; or a lady-in-waiting, at
+ least.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, a lady-in-waiting on Henrietta Maria. Didn't you hear one of
+ the gentlemen say that she was lodged in St. John's when Charles marched
+ to relieve Gloucester? Ah! Can't you fancy her sweeping about the gardens,
+ with her ladies following her, and Bishop Laud walking just a little
+ behind her, and talking in a low voice about—let me see—something very
+ important?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, Mary, where has your history gone? He was Archbishop, and was
+ safely locked up in the Tower.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, perhaps he was; then he couldn't be with her, of course. How
+ stupid of you to remember, Katie. Why can't you make up your mind to enjoy
+ yourself when you come out for a holiday?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shouldn't enjoy myself any the more for forgetting dates,&rdquo;
+ said Katie, laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you would though; only try. But let me see, it can't be Laud.
+ Then it shall be that cruel drinking old man, with the wooden leg made of
+ gold, who was governor of Oxford when the king was away. He must be
+ hobbling along after the queen in a buff coat and breastplate, holding his
+ hat with a long drooping white feather in his hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you wouldn't like it at all, Mary; it would be too serious for
+ you. The poor queen would be too anxious for gossip, and you
+ ladies-in-waiting would be obliged to walk after her without saying a
+ word.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that would be stupid. But then she would have to go away with
+ the old governor to write dispatches; and some of the young officers with
+ long hair and beautiful lace sleeves, and large boots, whom the king had
+ left behind, wounded, might come and walk perhaps, or sit in the sun in
+ the quiet gardens.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary looked over her shoulder with the merriest twinkle in her eye, to see
+ how her steady cousin would take this last picture. &ldquo;The college
+ authorities would never allow that,&rdquo; she said quietly, still looking
+ out the window; &ldquo;if you wanted beaus, you must have had them in
+ black gowns.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They would have been jealous of the soldiers, you think? Well, I
+ don't mind; the black gowns are very pleasant, only a little stiff. But
+ how do you think my bonnet looked.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Charmingly, but when are you going to have done looking in the
+ glass? You don't care for the buildings, I believe, a bit. Come and look
+ at St. Mary's; there is such a lovely light on the steeple!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll come directly, but I must get these flowers right. I'm sure
+ there are too many in this trimming.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary was trying her new bonnet on over and over again before the
+ mantel-glass, and pulling out and changing the places of the blush-rose
+ buds with which it was trimmed. Just then a noise of wheels, accompanied
+ by a merry tune on a cornopean, came in from the street.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What's that, Katie?&rdquo; she cried, stopping her work for a
+ moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A coach coming up from Magdalen Bridge. I think it is a cricketing
+ party coming home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, let me see,&rdquo; and she tripped across to the window, bonnet
+ in hand, and stood beside her cousin. And, then, sure enough, a coach
+ covered with cricketers returning from a match drove past the window. The
+ young ladies looked out at first with great curiosity; but, suddenly
+ finding themselves the mark for a whole coach load of male eyes, shrank
+ back a little before the cricketers had passed on towards the
+ &ldquo;Mitre.&rdquo; As the coach passed out of sight, Mary gave a pretty
+ toss of her head, and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, they don't want for assurance, at any rate. I think they
+ needn't have stared so.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was our fault,&rdquo; said Katie; &ldquo;we shouldn't have been
+ at the window. Besides, you know you are to be a lady-in-waiting on
+ Henrietta Maria up here, and of course you must get used to being stared
+ at.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, but that was to be by young gentlemen wounded in the wars,
+ in lace ruffles, as one sees them in pictures. That's a very different
+ thing from young gentlemen in flannel trousers and straw hats, driving up
+ the High street on coaches. I declare one of them had the impudence to bow
+ as if he knew you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So he does. That was my cousin.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your cousin! Ah, I remember. Then he must be my cousin, too.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, not at all. He is no relation of yours.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well I sha'n't break my heart. But is he a good partner?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should say, yes. But I hardly know. We used to be a great deal
+ together as children, but papa has been such an invalid lately.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, I wonder how uncle is getting on at the Vice-Chancellor's.
+ Look, it is past eight by St. Mary's. When were we to go?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;We were asked for nine.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we must go and dress. Will it be very slow and stiff, Katie? I
+ wish we were going to something not quite so grand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You'll find it very pleasant, I dare say.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There won't be any dancing, though, I know, will there?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; I should think certainly not.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dear me! I hope there will be some young men there—I shall be so
+ shy, I know, if there are nothing but wise people. How do you talk to a
+ Regius Professor, Katie? It must be awful.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He will probably be at least as uncomfortable as you, dear,&rdquo;
+ said Miss Winter, laughing, and rising from the window; &ldquo;let us go
+ and dress.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I wear my best gown?—What shall I put in my hair?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ At this moment the door opened, and the maid-servant introduced Mr. Brown.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was the St. Ambrose drag which had passed along shortly before, bearing
+ the eleven home from a triumphant match. As they came over Magdalen
+ Bridge, Drysdale, who had returned to Oxford as a private gentleman after
+ his late catastrophe, which he had managed to keep a secret from his
+ guardian, and was occupying his usual place on the box, called out—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, boys, keep your eyes open, there must be plenty of lionesses
+ about;&rdquo; and thus warned, the whole load, including the cornopean
+ player, were on the look-out for lady visitors, profanely called
+ lionesses, all the way up the street. They had been gratified by the sight
+ of several walking in the High Street or looking out of the windows,
+ before they caught sight of Miss Winter and her cousin. The appearance of
+ these young ladies created a sensation.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I say, look! up there in that first floor.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;By George, they're something like.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The sitter for choice.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, no, the standing-up one; she looks so saucy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hello, Brown, do you know them?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;One of them is my cousin,&rdquo; said Tom, who had just been guilty
+ of the salutation which, as we saw, excited the indignation of the younger
+ lady.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What luck!—You'll ask me to meet them—when shall it be? To-morrow
+ at breakfast, I vote.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, you'll introduce me before the ball on Monday? promise
+ now,&rdquo; said another.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know that I shall see anything of them,&rdquo; said Tom;
+ &ldquo;I shall just leave a pasteboard, but I'm not in the humour to be
+ dancing about lionizing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A storm of indignation arose at this speech; the notion that any of the
+ fraternity who had any hold on lionesses, particularly if they were
+ pretty, should not use it to the utmost for the benefit of the rest, and
+ the glory and honor of the college, was revolting to the undergraduate
+ mind. So the whole body escorted Tom to the door of the lodgings,
+ impressing upon him the necessity of engaging both his lionesses for every
+ hour of every day in St. Ambrose's, and left him not till they had heard
+ him ask for the young ladies, and seen him fairly on his way upstairs.
+ They need not have taken so much trouble, for in his secret soul he was no
+ little pleased at the appearance of creditable ladies, more or less
+ belonging to him, and would have found his way to see them quickly and
+ surely enough without any urging. Moreover, he had been really fond of his
+ cousin, years before, when they had been boy and girl together.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So they greeted one another very cordially, and looked one another over as
+ they shook hands, to see what changes time had made. He makes his changes
+ rapidly enough at that age, and mostly for the better, as the two cousins
+ thought. It was nearly three years since they had met, and then he was a
+ fifth-form boy and she a girl in the school-room. They were both conscious
+ of a strange pleasure in meeting again, mixed with a feeling of shyness
+ and wonder whether they should be able to step back into their old
+ relations.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary looked on demurely, really watching them, but ostensibly engaged on
+ the rosebud trimming. Presently Miss Winter turned to her and said,
+ &ldquo;I don't think you two ever met before; I must introduce you, I
+ suppose;—my cousin Tom, my cousin Mary.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we must be cousins, too,&rdquo; said Tom, holding out his
+ hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, Katie says not,&rdquo; she answered.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't mean to believe her, then,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but what
+ are you going to do now, to-night? Why didn't you write and tell me you
+ were coming?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We have been so shut up lately, owing to papa's bad health, that I
+ really had almost forgotten that you were at Oxford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;By the bye,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;where is uncle?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he is dining at the Vice-Chancellor's, who is an old college
+ friend of his. We have only been up here three or four hours, and it has
+ done him so much good. I am so glad we spirited him up to coming.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You haven't made any engagements yet, I hope?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed we have; I can't tell how many. We came in time for luncheon
+ in Balliol. Mary and I made it our dinner, and we have been seeing sights
+ ever since, and have been asked to go to I don't know how many luncheons
+ and breakfasts.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, with a lot of dons, I suppose?&rdquo; said Tom, spitefully;
+ &ldquo;you won't enjoy Oxford, then; they'll bore you to death.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There now, Katie; that is just what I was afraid of,&rdquo; joined
+ in Mary; &ldquo;you remember we didn't hear a word about balls all the
+ afternoon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You haven't got your tickets for the balls, then?&rdquo; said Tom,
+ brightening up.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, how shall we get them?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, I can manage that, I've no doubt.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Stop; how are we to go? Papa will never take us.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You needn't think about that; anybody will chaperone you. Nobody
+ cares about that sort of thing at Commemoration.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I think you had better wait till I have talked to
+ papa.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then all the tickets will be gone,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;You must
+ go. Why shouldn't I chaperone you? I know several men whose sisters are
+ going with them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, that will scarcely do, I'm afraid. But really, Mary, we must go
+ and dress.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Where are you going, then?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To an evening party at the Vice-Chancellor's; we are asked for nine
+ o'clock, and the half hour has struck.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang the dons; how unlucky that I didn't know before! Have you any
+ flowers, by the way?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not one.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I will try to get you some by the time you are ready. May
+ I?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, pray, do,&rdquo; said Mary. &ldquo;That's capital, Katie,
+ isn't it? Now I shall have some thing to put in my hair; I couldn't think
+ what I was to wear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom took a look at the hair in question, and then left them and hastened
+ out to scour the town for flowers, as if his life depended on success. In
+ the morning he would probably have resented as insulting, or laughed at as
+ wildly improbable, the suggestion that he would be so employed before
+ night.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A double chair was drawn up opposite the door when he came back, and the
+ ladies were coming down into the sitting-room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh look, Katie! What lovely flowers! How very kind of you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom surrendered as much of his burden as that young lady's little round
+ white hands could clasp, to her, and deposited the rest on the table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Katie, which shall I wear—this beautiful white rose all by
+ itself, or a wreath of these pansies? Here, I have a wire; I can make them
+ up in a minute.&rdquo; She turned to the glass, and held the rich
+ cream-white rose against her hair, and then turning on Tom, added,
+ &ldquo;What do you think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought fern would suit your hair better than anything
+ else,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;and so I got these leaves,&rdquo; and he
+ picked out two slender fern-leaves.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How very kind of you! Let me see, how do you mean? Ah! I see; it
+ will be charming;&rdquo; and so saying, she held the leaves one in each
+ hand to the sides of her head, and then floated about the room for needle
+ and thread, and with a few nimble stitches fastened together the simple
+ green crown, which her cousin put on for her, making the points meet above
+ her forehead. Mary was wild with delight at the effect, and full of thanks
+ to Tom as he helped them hastily to tie up bouquets, and then, amidst much
+ laughing, they squeezed into the wheel chair together (as the fashions of
+ that day allowed two young ladies to do), and went off to their party,
+ leaving a last injuction on him to go up and put the rest of the flowers
+ in water, and to call directly after breakfast the next day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He obeyed his orders, and pensively arranged the rest of the flowers in
+ the china ornaments on the mantle-piece, and in a soup plate which he got
+ and placed in the middle of the table, and then spent some minutes
+ examining a pair of gloves and other small articles of women's gear which
+ lay scattered about the room. The gloves particularly attracted him, and
+ he flattened them out and laid them on his own large brown hand, and
+ smiled at the contrast, and took further unjustifiable liberties with
+ them; after which he returned to college and endured much banter as to the
+ time his call had lasted, and promised to engage his cousins as he called
+ them, to grace some festivities in St. Ambrose's at their first spare
+ moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next day, being Show Sunday, was spent by the young ladies in a
+ ferment of spiritual and other dissipation. They attended morning service
+ at eight at the cathedral; breakfasted at a Merton fellow's, from whence
+ they adjourned to University sermon. Here Mary, after two or three utterly
+ ineffectual attempts to understand what the preacher was meaning, soon
+ relapsed into an examination of the bonnets present, and the doctors and
+ proctors on the floor, and the undergraduates in the gallery. On the
+ whole, she was, perhaps, better employed than her cousin, who knew enough
+ of religious party strife to follow the preacher, and was made very
+ uncomfortable by his discourse, which consisted of an attack upon the
+ recent publications of the most eminent and best men in the University.
+ Poor Miss Winter came away with a vague impression of the wickedness of
+ all persons who dare to travel out of beaten tracks, and that the most
+ unsafe state of mind in the world is that which inquires and aspires, and
+ cannot be satisfied with the regulation draught of spiritual doctors in
+ high places. Being naturally of a reverent turn of mind, she tried to
+ think that the discourse had done her good. At the same time she was
+ somewhat troubled by the thought that somehow the best men in all times of
+ which she had read seemed to her to be just those whom the preacher was in
+ fact denouncing, although in words he had praised them as the great lights
+ of the Church. The words which she had heard in one of the lessons kept
+ running in her head, &ldquo;Truly ye bear witness that ye do allow the
+ deeds of your fathers, for they indeed killed them, but ye build their
+ sepulchres.&rdquo; But she had little leisure to think on the subject,
+ and, as her father praised the sermon as a noble protest against the
+ fearful tendencies of the day to Popery and Pantheism, smothered the
+ questionings of her own heart as well as she could, and went off to
+ luncheon in a common room; after which her father retired to their
+ lodgings, and she and her cousin were escorted to afternoon service at
+ Magdalen, in achieving which last feat they had to encounter a crush only
+ to be equaled by that at the pit entrance to the opera on a Jenny Lind
+ night. But what will not a delicately nurtured British lady go through
+ when her mind is bent either on pleasure or duty?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Poor Tom's feelings throughout the day may be more easily conceived than
+ described. He had called according to order, and waited at their lodgings
+ after breakfast. Of course they did not arrive. He had caught a distant
+ glimpse of them in St. Mary's, but had not been able to approach. He had
+ called again in the afternoon unsuccessfully, so far as seeing them was
+ concerned; but he had found his uncle at home, lying upon the sofa. At
+ first he was much dismayed by this rencontre, but, recovering his presence
+ mind, he proceeded, I regret to say, to take the length of the old
+ gentleman's foot, by entering into a minute and sympathizing in quiry into
+ the state of his health. Tom had no faith whatever in his uncle's
+ ill-health, and believed—as many persons of robust constitution are too
+ apt to do when brought face to face with nervous patients—that he might
+ shake off the whole of his maladies at any time by a resolute effort, so
+ that his sympathy was all a sham, though, perhaps, one may pardon it,
+ considering the end in view, which was that of persuading the old
+ gentleman to entrust the young ladies to his nephew's care for that
+ evening in the Long Walk; and generally to look upon his nephew, Thomas
+ Brown, as his natural prop and supporter in the University, whose one
+ object in life just now would be to take trouble off his hands, and who
+ was of that rare and precocious steadiness of character that he might be
+ as safely trusted as a Spanish duenna. To a very considerable extent the
+ victim fell into the toils. He had many old friends at the colleges, and
+ was very fond of good dinners, and long sittings afterwards. This very
+ evening he was going to dine at St. John's, and had been much troubled at
+ the idea of having to leave the unrivalled old port of that learned house
+ to escort his daughter and niece to the Long Walk. Still he was too easy
+ and good-natured not to wish that they might get there, and did not like
+ the notion of their going with perfect strangers. Here was a compromise.
+ His nephew was young, but still he was a near relation, and in fact it
+ gave the poor old man a plausible excuse for not exerting himself as he
+ felt he ought to do, which was all he ever required for shifting his
+ responsibilities and duties upon other shoulders.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom waited quietly till the young ladies came home, which they did just
+ before hall-time. Mr. Winter was getting impatient. As soon as they
+ arrived he started for St. John's, after advising them to remain at home
+ for the evening, as they looked quite tired and knocked up; but if they
+ resolved to go to the Long Walk, his nephew would escort them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How can Uncle Robert say we look so tired?&rdquo; said Mary,
+ consulting the glass on the subject; &ldquo;I feel quite fresh. Of course,
+ Katie, you mean to go to the Long Walk?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope you will go,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I think you owe me some
+ amends. I came here according to order this morning, and you were not in,
+ and I have been trying to catch you ever since.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We couldn't help it,&rdquo; said Miss Winter; &ldquo;indeed we have
+ not had a minute to ourselves all day. I was very sorry to think that we
+ should have brought you here for nothing this morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But about the Long Walk, Katie?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, don't you think we have done enough for to-day? I should like
+ to have tea and sit quietly at home, as papa suggested.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you feel very tired, dear?&rdquo; said Mary, seating herself by
+ her cousin on the sofa, and taking her hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, dear, I only want a little quiet and a cup of tea.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then let us stay here quietly till it is time to start. When ought
+ we to get to the Long Walk?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;About half-past seven,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;you shouldn't be
+ much later than that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There you see, Katie, we shall have two hours' perfect rest. You
+ shall lie upon the sofa, and I will read to you, and then we shall go on
+ all fresh again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miss Winter smiled and said, &ldquo;Very well.&rdquo; She saw that her
+ cousin was bent on going, and she could deny her nothing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;May I send you in anything from college?&rdquo; said Tom;
+ &ldquo;you ought to have something more than tea, I'm sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh no, thank you. We dined in the middle of the day.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I may call you about seven o'clock,&rdquo; said Tom, who had
+ come unwillingly to the conclusion that he had better leave them for the
+ present.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and mind you come in good time; we mean to see the whole
+ sight, remember. We are country cousins.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must let me call you cousin then, just for the look of the
+ thing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly, just for the look of the thing, we will be cousins till
+ further notice.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you and Tom seem to get on together, Mary,&rdquo; said Miss
+ Winter, as they heard the front door close. &ldquo;I'm learning a lesson
+ from you, though I doubt whether I shall ever be able to put it in
+ practice. What a blessing it must be not to be shy!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you shy, then?&rdquo; said Mary, looking at her cousin with a
+ playful loving smile.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, dreadfully. It is positive pain to me to walk into a room
+ where there are people I do not know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I feel that too. I'm sure, now, you were much less embarrassed
+ than I last night at the Vice Chancellor's. I quite envied you, you seemed
+ so much at your ease.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Did I? I would have given anything to be back here quietly. But it
+ is not the same thing with you. You have no real shyness, or you would
+ never have got on so fast with my cousin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! I don't feel at all shy with him,&rdquo; said Mary, laughing.
+ &ldquo;How lucky it is that he found us out so soon. I like him so much.
+ There is a sort of way about him, as if he couldn't help himself. I am
+ sure one could turn him round one's finger. Don't you think so?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm not so sure of that. But he always was soft-hearted, poor boy.
+ But he isn't a boy any longer. You must take care, Mary. Shall we ring for
+ tea?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0027"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXVI—THE LONG WALK IN CHRISTCHURCH MEADOWS</h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do well unto thyself and men will speak good of thee,&rdquo; is a
+ maxim as old as King David's time, and just as true now as it was then.
+ Hardy had found it so since the publication of the class list. Within a
+ few days of that event it was known that his was a very good first. His
+ college tutor had made his own inquiries, and repeated on several
+ occasions in a confidential way the statement that, &ldquo;with the
+ exception of a want of polish in his Latin and Greek verses, which we
+ seldom get except in the most finished public school men—Etonians in
+ particular—there has been no better examination in the schools for several
+ years.&rdquo; The worthy tutor went on to take glory to the college, and
+ in a lower degree to himself. He called attention, in more than one common
+ room, to the fact that Hardy had never had any private tuition, but had
+ attained his intellectual development solely in the
+ <i>curriculum</i> provided by St. Ambrose's College for the training of
+ the youth entrusted to her. &ldquo;He himself, indeed,&rdquo; he would
+ add, &ldquo;had always taken much interest in Hardy, and had, perhaps,
+ done more for him than would be possible in every case, but only with
+ direct reference to, and in supplement of the college course.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Principal had taken marked and somewhat pompous notice of him, and had
+ graciously intimated his wish, or, perhaps I should say, his will (for he
+ would have been much astonished to be told that a wish of his could count
+ for less than a royal mandate to any man who had been one of his
+ servitors) that Hardy should stand for a fellowship, which had lately
+ fallen vacant. A few weeks before, this excessive affability and
+ condescension of the great man would have wounded Hardy; but, somehow, the
+ sudden rush of sunshine and prosperity, though it had not thrown him off
+ his balance, or changed his estimate of men and things had pulled a sort
+ of comfortable sheath over his sensitiveness, and gave him a second skin,
+ as it were, from which the Principal's shafts bounded off innocuous,
+ instead of piercing and rankling. At first, the idea of standing for a
+ fellowship at St Ambrose's was not pleasant to him. He felt inclined to
+ open up entirely new ground for himself, and stand at some other college,
+ where he had neither acquaintance nor association. But on second thoughts,
+ he resolved to stick to his old college, moved thereto partly by the
+ lamentations of Tom when he heard of his friends meditated emigration but
+ chiefly by the unwillingness to quit a hard post for an easier one, which
+ besets natures like his to their own discomfort, but, may one hope, to the
+ single benefit of the world at large. Such men may see clearly enough all
+ the advantages of a move of this kind—may quite appreciate the ease which
+ it would bring them—may be impatient with themselves for not making it at
+ once, but when it comes to the actual leaving the old post, even though it
+ may be a march out with all the honours of war, drums beating and colors
+ flying, as it would have been in Hardy's case, somehow or another, nine
+ times out of ten, they throw up the chance at the last moment, if not
+ earlier; pick up their old arms—growling perhaps at the price they are
+ paying to keep their own self-respect—and shoulder back into the press to
+ face their old work, muttering, &ldquo;We are asses; we don't know what's
+ good for us; but we must see this job through somehow, come what
+ may.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Hardy stayed on at St. Ambrose, waiting for the fellowship examination,
+ and certainly, I am free to confess, not a little enjoying the change in
+ his position and affairs.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had given up his low dark back rooms to the new servitor, his
+ successor, to whom he had presented all the rickety furniture, except his
+ two Windsor chairs and Oxford reading-table. The intrinsic value of the
+ gift was not great, certainly, but was of importance to the poor raw boy
+ who was taking his place; and it was made with the delicacy of one who
+ knew the situation. Hardy's good offices did not stop here. Having tried
+ the bed himself for upwards of three long years, he knew all the hard
+ places, and was resolved while he stayed up that they should never chafe
+ another occupant as they had him. So he set himself to provide stuffing,
+ and took the lad about with him, and cast a skirt of his newly-acquired
+ mantle of respectability over him, and put him in the way of making
+ himself as comfortable as circumstances would allow, never disguising from
+ him all the while that the bed was not to be a bed of roses. In which
+ pursuit, though not yet a fellow, perhaps he was qualifying himself better
+ for a fellowship than he could have done by any amount of cramming for
+ polish in his versification. Not that the electors of St. Ambrose would be
+ likely to hear of or appreciate this kind of training. Polished
+ versification would no doubt have told more in that quarter. But we who
+ are behind the scenes may disagree with them, and hold that he who is thus
+ acting out and learning to understand the meaning of the word
+ &ldquo;fellowship,&rdquo; is the man for our votes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Hardy had left his rooms and gone out of college into lodgings near at
+ hand. The sword, epaulettes, and picture of his father's old ship—his
+ tutelary divinities, as Tom called them—occupied their accustomed places
+ in his new rooms, except that there was a looking-glass over the
+ mantel-piece here, by the side of which the sword hung—instead of in the
+ centre, as it had done while he had no such luxury. His Windsor chairs
+ occupied each side of the pleasant window of his sitting-room, and already
+ the taste for luxuries of which he had so often accused himself to Tom
+ began to peep out in the shape of one or two fine engravings. Altogether
+ fortune was smiling on Hardy, and he was making the most of her, like a
+ wise man, having brought her round by proving that he could get on without
+ her, and was not going out of the way to gain her smiles. Several men came
+ at once, even before he had taken his B. A. degree, to read with him, and
+ others applied to know whether he would take a reading party in the long
+ vacation. In short, all things went well with Hardy, and the Oxford world
+ recognized the fact, and tradesmen and college servants became obsequious,
+ and began to bow before him, and recognize him as one of their lords and
+ masters.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was to Hardy's lodgings that Tom repaired straight-way, when he left
+ his cousin by blood, and cousin by courtesy, at the end of the last
+ chapter. For, running over in his mind all his acquaintance, he at once
+ fixed upon Hardy as the man to accompany him in escorting the ladies to
+ the Long Walk. Besides being his own most intimate friend, Hardy was the
+ man whom he would prefer to all others to introduce to ladies now.
+ &ldquo;A month ago it might have been different,&rdquo; Tom thought;
+ &ldquo;he was such an old guy in his dress. But he has smartened up, and
+ wears as good a coat as I do, and looks well enough for anybody, though he
+ never will be much of a dresser. Then he will be in a bachelor's gown too,
+ which will look respectable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here you are; that's all right; I'm so glad you're in,&rdquo; he
+ said as he entered the room. &ldquo;Now I want you to come to the Long
+ Walk with me to-night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well—will you call for me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and mind you come in your best get-up, old fellow; we shall
+ have two of the prettiest girls who are up, with us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You won't want me then; they will have plenty of escort.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not a bit of it. They are deserted by their natural guardian, my
+ old uncle, who has gone out to dinner. Oh, it's all right; they are my
+ cousins, more like sisters, and my uncle knows we are going. In fact it
+ was he who settled that I should take them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, but you see I don't know them.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That doesn't matter, I can't take them both myself—I must have
+ somebody with me, and I'm so glad to get the chance of introducing you to
+ some of my people. You'll know them all, I hope, before long.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course I should like it very much, if you are sure it's all
+ right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was perfectly sure as usual, and so the matter was arranged. Hardy was
+ very much pleased and gratified at this proof of his friend's confidence;
+ and I am not going to say that he did not shave again, and pay most
+ unwonted attention to his toilet before the hour fixed for Tom's return.
+ The fame of Brown's lionesses had spread through St. Ambrose's already,
+ and Hardy had heard of them as well as other men. There was something so
+ unusual to him in being selected on such an occasion, when the smartest
+ men in the college were wishing and plotting for that which came to him
+ unasked, that he may be pardoned for feeling something a little like
+ vanity, while he adjusted the coat which Tom had recently thought of with
+ such complacency, and looked in the glass to see that his gown hung
+ gracefully. The effect on the whole was so good, that Tom was above
+ measure astonished when he came back, and could not help indulging in some
+ gentle chaff as they walked towards the High-street arm in arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The young ladies were quite rested, and sitting dressed and ready for
+ their walk, when Tom and Hardy were announced, and entered the room. Miss
+ Winter rose up, surprised and a little embarrassed at the introduction of
+ a total stranger in her father's absence. But she put a good face on the
+ matter, as became a well-bred young woman, though she secretly resolved to
+ lecture Tom in private, as he introduced &ldquo;My great friend, Mr.
+ Hardy, of our college. My cousins.&rdquo; Mary dropped a pretty little
+ demure courtesy, lifting her eyes for one moment for a glance at Tom which
+ said as plain as look could speak, &ldquo;Well, I must say you are making
+ the most of your new-found relationship.&rdquo; He was a little put out
+ for a moment, but then recovered himself, and said apologetically,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. Hardy is a bachelor, Kate—I mean a Bachelor of Arts, and he
+ knows all the people by sight up here. We couldn't have gone to the Walk
+ without some one to show us the lions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I'm afraid you give me too much credit,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ &ldquo;I know most of our dons by sight, certainly, but scarcely any of
+ the visitors.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The awkwardness of Tom's attempted explanation set everything wrong again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then came one of those awkward pauses which will occur so very provokingly
+ at the most inopportune times. Miss Winter was seized with one of the
+ uncontrollable fits of shyness, her bondage to which she had so lately
+ been grieving over to Mary; and in self-defence, and without meaning in
+ the least to do so, drew himself up, and looked as proud as you please.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy, whose sensitiveness was almost as keen as a woman's, felt in a
+ moment the awkwardness of the situation, and became as shy as Miss Winter
+ herself. If the floor would have suddenly opened, and let him through into
+ the dark shop, he would have been thankful; but, as it would not, there he
+ stood, meditating a sudden retreat from the room and a tremendous
+ onslaught on Tom, as soon as he could catch him alone, for getting him
+ into such a scrape. Tom was provoked with them all for not at once feeling
+ at ease with one another, and stood twirling his cap by the tassel, and
+ looking fiercely at it, resolved not to break the silence. He had been at
+ all the trouble of bringing about this charming situation, and now nobody
+ seemed to like it, or to know what to say or do. They ought to get
+ themselves out of it as they could, for anything he cared; he was not
+ going to bother himself any more.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary looked in the glass, to see that her bonnet was quite right, and then
+ from one to another of her companions, in a little wonder at their
+ unaccountable behavior, and a little pique that two young men should be
+ standing there like unpleasant images, and not availing themselves of the
+ privilege of trying, at least, to make themselves agreeable to her.
+ Luckily, however, for the party, the humorous side of the tableau struck
+ her with great force, so that when Tom lifted his misanthropic eyes for a
+ moment, and caught hers, they were so full of fun that he had nothing to
+ do but to allow herself, not without a struggle, to break first into a
+ smile and then into a laugh. This brought all eyes to bear on him, and the
+ ice, being once broken, dissolved as quickly as it had gathered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I really can't see what there is to laugh at, Tom,&rdquo; said Miss
+ Winter, smiling herself, nevertheless, and blushing a little, as she
+ worked or pretended to work at buttoning one of her gloves.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Can't you, Kate? Well, then, isn't it very ridiculous, and enough
+ to make one laugh, that we four should be standing here in a sort of
+ Quaker's meeting, when we ought to be half-way to the Long Walk by this
+ time?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh do let us start,&rdquo; said Mary; &ldquo;I know we shall be
+ missing all the best of the sight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, then,&rdquo; said Tom, leading the way down stairs, and
+ Hardy and the ladies followed, and they descended into the High Street,
+ walking all abreast, the two ladies together, with a gentleman on either
+ flank. This formation answered well enough on High Street, the broad
+ pavement of that celebrated thoroughfare being favourable to an advance in
+ line. But when they had wheeled into Oriel Lane the narrow pavement at
+ once threw the line into confusion, and after one or two fruitless
+ attempts to take up the dressing, they settled down into the more natural
+ formation of close column of couples, the leading couple consisting of
+ Mary and Tom, and the remaining couple of Miss Winter and Hardy. It was a
+ lovely midsummer evening, and Oxford was looking her best under the genial
+ cloudless sky, so that, what with the usual congratulations on the
+ weather, and explanatory remarks on the buildings as they passed along,
+ Hardy managed to keep up a conversation with his companion without much
+ difficulty. Miss Winter was pleased with his quiet, deferential manner,
+ and soon lost her feeling of shyness; and, before Hardy had come to the
+ end of such remarks as it occurred to him to make, she was taking her fair
+ share in the talk. In describing their day's doings she spoke with
+ enthusiasm of the beauty of Magdalen Chapel, and betrayed a little
+ knowledge of traceries and mouldings, which gave an opening to her
+ companion to travel out of the weather and the names of colleges. Church
+ architecture was just one of the subjects which was sure at that time to
+ take more or less hold on every man at Oxford whose mind was open to the
+ influences of the place. Hardy had read the usual text-books, and kept his
+ eyes open as he walked about the town and neighborhood. To Miss Winter he
+ seemed so learned on the subject, that she began to doubt his tendencies,
+ and was glad to be reassured by some remarks which fell from him as to the
+ University sermon which she had heard. She was glad to find that her
+ cousin's most intimate friend was not likely to lead him into the errors
+ of Tractarianism.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Meantime the leading couple were getting on satisfactorily in their own
+ way.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't it good of Uncle Robert? He says that he shall feel quite
+ comfortable as long as you and Katie are with me. In fact, I feel quite
+ responsible already, like an old dragon in a story-book watching a
+ treasure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but what does Katie say to being made a treasure of? She has
+ to think a good deal for herself; and I am afraid you are not quite
+ certain of being our sole knight and guardian because Uncle Robert wants
+ to get rid of us. Poor old uncle!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you wouldn't object, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dear, no—at least, not unless you take to looking as cross as
+ you did just now in our lodgings. Of course, I'm all for dragons who are
+ mad about dancing, and never think of leaving a ball-room till the band
+ packs up and the old man shuffles in to put out the lights.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I shall be a model dragon,&rdquo; said Tom. Twenty-four hours
+ earlier he had declared that nothing should induce him to go to the balls;
+ but his views on the subject had been greatly modified, and he had been
+ worrying all his acquaintance, not unsuccessfully, for the necessary
+ tickets, ever since his talk with his cousins on the preceding evening.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The scene became more and more gay and lively as they passed out of
+ Christchurch towards the Long Walk. The town turned out to take its share
+ in the show; and citizens of all ranks, the poorer ones accompanied by
+ children of all ages, trooped along cheek by jowl with members of the
+ University, of all degrees, and their visitors, somewhat indeed to the
+ disgust of certain of these latter, many of whom declared that the whole
+ thing was spoilt by the miscellaneousness of the crowd, and that
+ &ldquo;those sort of people&rdquo; ought not to be allowed to come to the
+ Long Walk on Show Sunday. However, &ldquo;those sort of people&rdquo;
+ abounded nevertheless, and seemed to enjoy very much, in sober fashion,
+ the solemn march up and down beneath the grand avenue of elms in the midst
+ of their betters.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The University was there in strength, from the Vice-Chancellor downwards.
+ Somehow or another, though it might seem an unreasonable thing at first
+ sight for grave and reverend persons to do, yet most of the gravest of
+ them found some reason for taking a turn in the Long Walk. As for the
+ undergraduates, they turned out almost to a man, and none of them more
+ certainly than the young gentlemen, elaborately dressed, who had sneered
+ at the whole ceremony as snobbish an hour or two before.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As for our hero, he sailed into the meadows thoroughly satisfied for the
+ moment with himself and his convoy. He had every reason to be so, for
+ though there were many gayer and more fashionably dressed ladies present
+ than his cousin, and cousin by courtesy, there were none there whose
+ faces, figures and dresses carried more unmistakably the marks of that
+ thorough quiet high breeding, that refinement which is no mere surface
+ polish, and that fearless unconsciousness which looks out from pure
+ hearts, which are still, thank God, to be found in so many homes of the
+ English gentry.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Long Walk was filling rapidly, and at every half-dozen paces Tom was
+ greeted by some of his friends or acquaintance, and exchanged a word or
+ two with them. But he allowed them one after another to pass by without
+ effecting any introduction.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem to have a great many acquaintances,&rdquo; said his
+ companion, upon whom none of these salutations were lost.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of course; one gets to know a great many men up here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It must be very pleasant. But does it not interfere a great deal
+ with your reading?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; because one meets them at lectures, and in hall and chapel.
+ Besides,&rdquo; he added in a sudden fit of honesty, &ldquo;it is my first
+ year. One doesn't read much in one's first year. It is a much harder thing
+ than people think to take to reading, except just before an
+ examination.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But your great friend who is walking with Katie—what did you say
+ his name is?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hardy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, he is a great scholar, didn't you say?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, he has just taken a first class. He is the best man of his
+ year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How proud you must be of him! I suppose, now, he is a great
+ reader?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, he is great at everything. He is nearly the best oar in our
+ boat. By the way, you will come to the procession of boats to-morrow
+ night? We are the head boat on the river.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I hope so. Is it a pretty sight? Let us ask Katie about
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is the finest sight in the world,&rdquo; said Tom, who had never
+ seen it; &ldquo;twenty-four eight oars with their flags flying, and all
+ the crews in uniform. You see the barges over there, moored along the side
+ of the river? You will sit on one of them as we pass.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think I do,&rdquo; said Mary, looking across the meadow in
+ the direction in which he pointed; &ldquo;you mean those great gilded
+ things. But I don't see the river.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Shall we walk round there. It won't take up ten minutes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But we must not leave the Walk and all the people. It is so amusing
+ here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you will wear our colors at the procession to-morrow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, if Katie doesn't mind. At least if they are pretty. What are
+ your colors?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Blue and white. I will get you some ribbons to-morrow
+ morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well, and I will make them up into rosettes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, do you know them?&rdquo; asked Tom, as she bowed to two
+ gentlemen in masters' caps and gowns, whom they met in the crowd.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; at least we met them last night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But do you know who they are?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes; they were introduced to us, and I talked a great deal to
+ them. And Katie scolded me for it when we got home. No; I won't say
+ scolded me, but looked very grave over it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;They are two of the leaders of the Tractarians.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. That was the fun of it. Katie was so pleased and interested
+ with them at first; much more than I was. But when she found out who they
+ were, she fairly ran away, and I stayed and talked on. I don't think they
+ said anything very dangerous. Perhaps one of them wrote No. 90. Do you
+ know?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I dare say. But I don't know much about it. However, they must have
+ a bad time of it, I should think, up here with the old dons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But don't you think one likes people who are persecuted? I declare
+ I would listen to them for an hour, though I didn't understand a word,
+ just to show them that I wasn't afraid of them, and sympathized with them.
+ How can people be so ill-natured? I'm sure they only write what they
+ believe and think will do good.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what most of us feel,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;we hate
+ to see them put down because they don't agree with the swells up here.
+ You'll see how they will be cheered in the Theatre.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then they are not unpopular and persecuted after all?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, by the dons. And that's why we all like them. From
+ fellow-feeling you see, because the dons bully them and us equally.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I thought they were dons too?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, so they are, but not regular dons, you know, like the
+ proctors, and deans, and that sort.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His companion did not understand this delicate distinction, but was too
+ much interested in watching the crowd to inquire further.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Presently they met two of the heads of houses walking with several
+ strangers. Everyone was noticing them when they passed, and of course Tom
+ was questioned as to who they were. Not being prepared with an answer, he
+ appealed to Hardy, who was just behind them talking to Miss Winter. They
+ were some of the celebrities on whom honorary degrees were to be
+ conferred, Hardy said; a famous American author, a foreign ambassador, a
+ well-known Indian soldier, and others. Then came some more M.A.'s, one of
+ whom this time bowed to Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Who was that, Katie?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;One of the gentlemen we met last night. I did not catch his name,
+ but he was very agreeable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I remember. You were talking to him for a long time after you
+ ran away from me. I was very curious to know what you were saying, you
+ seemed so interested.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you seem to have made the most of your time last
+ night,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I should have thought, Katie, you would
+ hardly have approved of him either.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But who is he?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, the most dangerous man in Oxford. What do they call him—a
+ Germanizer and a rationalist, isn't it, Hardy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I believe so,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, think of that! There, Katie; you had much better have stayed by
+ me after all. A Germanizer, didn't you say? What a hard word. It must be
+ much worse than Tractarian, isn't it, now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mary dear, pray take care; everybody will hear you,&rdquo; said
+ Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish I thought that everybody would listen to me,&rdquo; replied
+ Miss Mary. &ldquo;But I really will be quiet, Katie, only I must know
+ which is the worst, my Tractarians or your Germanizer?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, the Germanizer, of course,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But why?&rdquo; said Hardy, who could do no less than break a lance
+ for his companion. Moreover, he happened to have strong convictions on
+ these subjects.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why? Because one knows the worst of where the Tractarians are
+ going. They may go to Rome and there's an end of it. But the Germanizers
+ are going into the abysses, or no one knows where.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, Katie, you hear, I hope,&rdquo; interrupted Miss Mary,
+ coming to her companion's rescue before Hardy could bring his artillery to
+ bear, &ldquo;but what a terrible place Oxford must be. I declare it seems
+ quite full of people whom it is unsafe to talk with.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish it were, if they were all like Miss Winter's friend,&rdquo;
+ said Hardy. And then the crowd thickened and they dropped behind again.
+ Tom was getting to think more of his companion and less of himself every
+ minute, when he was suddenly confronted in the walk by Benjamin, the Jew
+ money-lender, smoking a cigar, and dressed in a gaudy figured satin
+ waistcoat and waterfall of the same material, and resplendent with
+ jewelry. He had business to attend to in Oxford at this time of the year.
+ Nothing escaped the eyes of Tom's companion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who was that?&rdquo; she said; &ldquo;what a dreadful-looking man!
+ Surely he bowed as if he knew you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I dare say. He is impudent enough for anything,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But who is he?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, a rascally fellow who sells bad cigars and worse wine.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom's equanimity was much shaken by the apparition of the Jew. The
+ remembrance of the bill scene at the Public house in the Corn-market, and
+ the unsatisfactory prospect in that matter, with Blake plucked and
+ Drysdale no longer a member of the University, and utterly careless as to
+ his liabilities, came across him, and made him silent and absent.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He answered at hazard to his companion's remarks for the next minute or
+ two, until after some particularly inappropriate reply, she turned her
+ head and looked at him for a moment with steady wide open eyes, which
+ brought him to himself, or rather drove him into himself, in no time.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I really beg your pardon,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I was very rude, I
+ fear. It is so strange to me to be walking here with ladies. What were you
+ saying?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nothing of any consequence—I really forget. But it is a very
+ strange thing for you to walk with ladies here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Strange! I should think it was! I have never seen a lady that I
+ knew up here, till you came.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed! but there must be plenty of ladies living in Oxford?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't believe there are. At least, we never see them,&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you ought to be on your best behavior when we do come. I shall
+ expect you now to listen to everything I say, and to answer my silliest
+ questions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, you ought not to be so hard on us.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You mean that you find it hard to answer silly questions? How wise
+ you must all grow, living up here together!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps. But the wisdom doesn't come down to the first-year men;
+ and so—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, why do you stop?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because I was going to say something you might not like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I insist on hearing it. Now, I shall not let you off. You were
+ saying that wisdom does not come so low as first-year men; and
+ so—what?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And so—and so, they are not wise.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of course; but that was not what you were going to say; and
+ so—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And so they are generally agreeable, for wise people are always
+ dull; and so—ladies ought to avoid the dons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And not avoid first-year men?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Exactly so.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Because they are foolish, and therefore fit company for ladies.
+ Now, really—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no; because they are foolish, and, therefore, they ought to be
+ made wise; and ladies are wiser than dons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And therefore, duller, for all wise people, you said, were
+ dull.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not all wise people; only people who are wise by cramming,—as dons;
+ but ladies are wise by inspiration.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And first-year men, are they foolish by inspiration and agreeable
+ by cramming, or agreeable by inspiration and foolish by cramming?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They are agreeable by inspiration in the society of ladies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then they can never be agreeable, for you say they never see
+ ladies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not with the bodily eye, but with the eye of fancy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then their agreeableness must be all fancy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But it is better to be agreeable in fancy than dull in
+ reality.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That depends upon whose fancy it is. To be agreeable in your own
+ fancy is compatible with being dull in reality as—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How you play with words! I see you won't leave me a shred either of
+ fancy or agreeableness to stand on.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I shall do you good service. I shall destroy your illusions;
+ you cannot stand on illusions.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But remember what my illusions were—fancy and agreeableness.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But your agreeableness stood on fancy, and your fancy on nothing.
+ You had better settle down at once on the solid basis of dullness like the
+ dons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I am to found myself on fact, and try to be dull? What a
+ conclusion! But perhaps dullness is no more a fact than fancy; what is
+ dullness?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I do not undertake to define; you are the best judge.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How severe you are! Now, see how generous I am. Dullness in society
+ is the absence of ladies.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Alas, poor Oxford! Who is that in the velvet sleeves? Why do you
+ touch your cap?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That is the Proctor. He is our Cerberus; he has to keep all
+ undergraduates in good order.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What a task! He ought to have three heads.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He has only one head, but it is a very long one. And he has a tail
+ like any Basha, composed of pro-proctors, marshals and bull-dogs, and I
+ don't know what all. But to go back to what we were saying—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, don't let us go back. I'm tired of it; besides you were just
+ beginning about dullness. How can you expect me to listen now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, but do listen, just for two minutes. Will you be serious? I do
+ want to know what you really think when you hear the case.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I will try—for two minutes, mind.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Upon gaining which permission, Tom went off into an interesting discourse
+ on the unnaturalness of men's lives at Oxford, which it is by no means
+ necessary to inflict on our readers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As he was waxing eloquent and sentimental, he chanced to look from his
+ companion's face for a moment in search of a simile, when his eyes
+ alighted on that virtuous member of society, Dick, the factotum of
+ &ldquo;The Choughs,&rdquo; who was taking his turn in the Long Walk with
+ his betters. Dick's face was twisted into an uncomfortable grin; his eyes
+ were fixed on Tom and his companion; and he made a sort of half motion
+ towards touching his hat, but couldn't quite carry it through, and so
+ passed by.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! ain't he a going of it again,&rdquo; he muttered to himself;
+ &ldquo;jest like 'em all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom didn't hear the words, but the look had been quite enough for him, and
+ he broke off short in his speech, and turned his head away, and, after two
+ or three flounderings which Mary seemed not to notice, stopped short, and
+ let Miss Winter and Hardy join them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's getting dark,&rdquo; he said, as they came up; &ldquo;the Walk
+ is thinning; ought we not to be going? Remember, I am in charge.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I think it is time.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>At this moment the great Christchurch bell—Tom by name—began to toll.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Surely that can't be Tom?&rdquo; Miss Winter said, who had heard
+ the one hundred and one strokes on former occasions.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Indeed it is, though.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But how very light it is.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is almost the longest day in the year, and there hasn't been a
+ cloud all day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They started to walk home all together, and Tom gradually recovered
+ himself, but left the labouring oar to Hardy, who did his work very well,
+ and persuaded the ladies to go on and see the Ratcliffe by moonlight—the
+ only time to see it, as he said, because of the shadows—and just to look
+ in at the old quadrangle of St. Ambrose.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was almost ten o'clock when they stopped at the lodgings in
+ High-street. While they were waiting for the door to be opened, Hardy
+ said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I really must apologize, Miss Winter, to you, for my intrusion
+ to-night. I hope your father will allow me to call on him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes! pray do; he will be so glad to see any friend of my
+ cousin's.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And if I can be of any use to him; or to you, or your
+ sister—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;My sister! Oh, you mean Mary? She is not my sister.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I beg your pardon. But I hope you will let me know if there is
+ anything I can do for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed we will. Now, Mary, papa will be worrying about us.&rdquo;
+ And so the young ladies said their adieus and disappeared.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Surely you told me they were sisters,&rdquo; said Hardy, as the two
+ walked away towards college.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, did I? I don't remember.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But they are your cousins?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, at least Katie is. Don't you like her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, one can't help liking her. But she says you have not met
+ for two years or more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No more we have.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I suppose you have seen more of her companion lately?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, if you must know, I never saw her before yesterday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean to say that you took me in there tonight when you
+ had never seen one of the young ladies before, and the other not for two
+ years! Well, upon my word, Brown—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now don't blow me up, old fellow, to-night—please don't. There, I
+ give in. Don't hit a fellow when he's down. I'm so low.&rdquo; Tom spoke
+ in such a depreciating tone that Hardy's wrath passed away.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, what's the matter?&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;You seemed to be
+ full of talk. I was envying your fluency I know, often.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Talk! yes so I was. But didn't you see Dick in the Walk? You have
+ never heard anything more?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No! but no news is good news.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Heigho! I'm awfully down. I want to talk to you. Let me come
+ up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along then.&rdquo; And so they disappeared into Hardy's
+ lodgings.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two young ladies, meanwhile, soothed old Mr. Winter, who had eaten and
+ drank more than was good for him, and was naturally put out thereby. They
+ soon managed to persuade him to retire, and then followed themselves—first
+ to Mary's room, where that young lady burst out at once, &ldquo;What a
+ charming place it is! Oh! didn't you enjoy your evening, Katie!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but I felt a little awkward without a chaperone. You seemed to
+ get on very well with my cousin. You scarcely spoke to us in the Long Walk
+ till just before we came away. What were you talking about?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary burst into a gay laugh. &ldquo;All sorts of nonsense,&rdquo; she
+ said. &ldquo;I don't think I ever talked so much nonsense in my life. I
+ hope he isn't shocked. I don't think he is. But I said anything that came
+ into my head. I couldn't help it. You don't think it wrong?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Wrong, dear? No, I'm sure you could say nothing wrong.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm not so sure of that. But, Katie dear, I know there is something
+ on his mind.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why do you think so?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, because he stopped short twice, and became quite absent, and
+ seemed not to hear anything I said.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How odd! I never knew him do so. Did you see any reason for
+ it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; unless it was two men we passed in the crowd. One was a
+ vulgar-looking wretch, who was smoking—a fat black thing, with such a
+ thick nose, covered with jewelry—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not his nose, dear?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, but his dress; and the other was a homely, dried-up little man,
+ like one of your Englebourn troubles. I'm sure there is some mystery about
+ them, and I shall find it out. But how did you like his friend,
+ Katie?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very much, indeed. I was rather uncomfortable at walking so long
+ with a stranger. But he was very pleasant, and is so fond of Tom. I am
+ sure he is a very good friend for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He looks a good man; but how ugly!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you think so? We shall have a hard day to-morrow. Good night,
+ dear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good night, Katie. But I don't feel a bit sleepy.&rdquo; And so the
+ cousins kissed one another, and Miss Winter went to her own room.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0028"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXVII—LECTURING A LIONESS</h2>
+ <p>
+ The evening of Show Sunday may serve as a fair sample of what this
+ eventful Commemoration was to our hero. The constant intercourse with
+ ladies—with such ladies as Miss Winter and Mary—young, good-looking, well
+ spoken, and creditable in all ways, was very delightful, and the more
+ fascinating, from the sudden change which their presence wrought in the
+ ordinary mode of life of the place. They would have been charming in any
+ room, but were quite irrepressible in his den, which no female presence,
+ except that of his blowsy old bed-maker, had lightened since he had been
+ in possession. All the associations of the freshman's room were raised at
+ once. When he came in at night now, he could look sentimentally at his arm
+ chair (christened &ldquo;The Captain,&rdquo; after Captain Hardy), on
+ which Katie had sat to make breakfast; or at the brass peg on the door, on
+ which Mary had hung her bonnet and shawl, after displacing his gown. His
+ very teacups and saucers, which were already a miscellaneous set of
+ several different patterns, had made a move almost into his affections; at
+ least the two—one brown, one blue—which the young ladies had used. A human
+ interest belonged to them now, and they were no longer mere crockery. He
+ had thought of buying two very pretty china ones, the most expensive he
+ could find in Oxford, and getting them to use these for the first time,
+ but rejected the idea. The fine new ones, he felt, would never be the same
+ to him. They had come in and used his own rubbish; that was the great
+ charm. If he had been going to give <i>them</i>
+ cups, no material would have been beautiful enough; but for his own use
+ after them, the commoner the better. The material was nothing, the
+ association everything. It is marvellous the amount of healthy sentiment
+ of which a naturally soft-hearted undergraduate is capable by the end of
+ the summer term. But sentiment is not all one-sided. The delights which
+ spring from sudden intimacy with the fairest and best part of the
+ creation, are as far above those of the ordinary, unmitigated
+ undergraduate life, as the British citizen of 1860 is above the
+ rudimentary personage in prehistoric times from whom he has been gradually
+ improved up to his present state of enlightenment and perfection. But each
+ state has also its own troubles as well as its pleasures; and, though the
+ former are a price which no decent fellow would boggle at for a moment, it
+ is useless to pretend that paying them is pleasant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Now, at Commemoration, as elsewhere, where men do congregate, if your
+ lady-visitors are not pretty or agreeable enough to make your friends and
+ acquaintances eager to know them, and to cater for their enjoyment, and
+ try in all ways to win their favor and cut you out, you have the
+ satisfaction at any rate of keeping them to yourself, though you lose the
+ pleasures which arise from being sought after, and made much of for their
+ sakes, and feeling raised above the ruck of your neighbors. On the other
+ hand, if they are all like this, you might as well try to keep the
+ sunshine and air to yourself. Universal human nature rises up against you;
+ and besides, they will not stand it themselves. And, indeed, why should
+ they? Women, to be very attractive to all sorts of different people, must
+ have great readiness of sympathy. Many have it naturally, and many work
+ hard in acquiring a good imitation of it. In the first case it is against
+ the nature of such persons to be monopolized for more than a very short
+ time; in the second, all their trouble would be thrown away if they
+ allowed themselves to be monopolized. Once in their lives, indeed, they
+ will be, and ought to be, and that monopoly lasts, or should last,
+ forever; but instead of destroying in them that which was their great
+ charm, it only deepens and widens it, and the sympathy which was before
+ fitful, and, perhaps, wayward, flows on in a calm and healthy stream,
+ blessing and cheering all who come within reach of its exhilarating and
+ life-giving waters.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But man of all ages is a selfish animal, and unreasonable in his
+ selfishness. It takes every one of us in turn many a shrewd fall in our
+ wrestlings with the world, to convince us that we are not to have
+ everything our own way. We are conscious in our inmost souls that man is
+ the rightful lord of creation; and, starting from this eternal principle,
+ and ignoring, each man-child of us in turn, the qualifying truth that it
+ is to man in general, including women, and not to Thomas Brown in
+ particular, that the earth has been given, we set about asserting our
+ kingships each in his own way, and proclaiming ourselves kings from our
+ little ant-hills of thrones. And then come the strugglings and the
+ down-fallings, and some of us learn our lesson, and some learn it not. But
+ what lesson? That we have been dreaming in the golden hours when the
+ vision of a kingdom rose before us? That there is in short no kingdom at
+ all, or that, if there be, we are no heirs of it?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ No—I take it that, while we make nothing better than that out of our
+ lesson, we shall have to go on spelling at it and stumbling over it,
+ through all the days of our life, till we make our last stumble, and take
+ our final header out of this riddle of a world, which we once dreamed we
+ were to rule over, exclaiming &ldquo;vanitas vanitatum&rdquo; to the end.
+ But man's spirit will never be satisfied without a kingdom, and was never
+ intended to be satisfied so; and One wiser than Solomon tells us day by
+ day that our kingdom is about us here, and that we may rise up and pass in
+ when we will at the shining gates which He holds open, for that it is His,
+ and we are joint heirs of it with Him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On the whole, however, making allowances for all drawbacks, those
+ Commemoration days were the pleasantest days Tom had ever known at Oxford.
+ He was with his uncle and cousins early and late, devising all sorts of
+ pleasant entertainments and excursions for them, introducing all the
+ pleasantest men of his acquaintance and taxing the resources of the
+ college, which at such times were available for undergraduates as well as
+ their betters, to minister to their comfort and enjoyment. And he was well
+ repaid. There was something perfectly new to the ladies, and very piquaut
+ in the life and habits of the place. They found it very diverting to be
+ receiving in Tom's rooms, presiding over his breakfasts and luncheons,
+ altering the position of his furniture, and making the place look as
+ pretty as circumstances would allow. Then there was pleasant occupation
+ for every spare hour, and the fetes and amusements were all unlike
+ everything but themselves. Of course the ladies at once became
+ enthusiastic St. Ambrosians, and managed in spite of all distractions to
+ find time for making up rosettes and bows of blue and white, in which to
+ appear at the procession of the boats, which was the great event of the
+ Monday. Fortunately Mr. Winter had been a good oar in his day, and had
+ pulled in one of the first four-oars in which the University races had
+ commenced some thirty-five years before; and Tom, who had set his mind on
+ managing his uncle, worked him up almost into enthusiasm and forgetfulness
+ of his maladies, so that he raised no objection to a five o'clock dinner,
+ and an adjournment to the river almost immediately afterwards. Jervis, who
+ was all-powerful on the river, at Tom's instigation got an arm-chair for
+ him in the best part of the University barge, while the ladies, after
+ walking along the bank with Tom and others of the crew, and being
+ instructed in the colors of the different boats, and the meaning of the
+ ceremony, took their places in the front row on the top of the barge,
+ beneath the awning and the flags, and looked down with hundreds of other
+ fair strangers on the scene, which certainly merited all that Tom had said
+ of it on faith.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The barges above and below the University barge, which occupied the post
+ of honor, were also covered with ladies, and Christchurch Meadow swarmed
+ with gay dresses and caps and gowns. On the opposite side the bank was
+ lined with a crowd in holiday clothes, and the punts plied across without
+ intermission loaded with people, till the groups stretched away down the
+ towing path in an almost continuous line to the starting place. Then one
+ after another of the racing-boats, all painted and polished up for the
+ occasion, with the college flags drooping at their sterns, put out and
+ passed down to their stations, and the bands played, and the sun shone his
+ best. And then, after a short pause of expectation, the distant bank
+ became all alive, and the groups all turned one way, and came up the
+ towing path again, and the foremost boat with the blue and white flag shot
+ through the Gut and came up the reach, followed by another, and another,
+ and another, till they were tired of counting, and the leading boat was
+ already close to them before the last had come within sight. And the bands
+ played up all together, and the crowd on both sides cheered as the St.
+ Ambrose boat spurted from the Cherwell, and took the place of honor at the
+ winning-post, opposite the University barge, and close under where they
+ were sitting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, look, Katie dear; here they are. There's Tom, and Mr. Hardy,
+ and Mr. Jervis;&rdquo; and Mary waved her handkerchief and clapped her
+ hands, and was in an ecstasy of enthusiasm, in which her cousin was no
+ whit behind her. The gallant crew of St. Ambrose were by no means
+ unconscious of, and fully appreciated, the compliment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the boats passed up one by one; and, as each came opposite to the St.
+ Ambrose boat, the crews tossed their oars and cheered, and the St. Ambrose
+ crew tossed their oars and cheered in return; and the whole ceremony went
+ off in triumph, notwithstanding the casualty which occurred to one of the
+ torpids. The torpids, being filled with the refuse of the rowing
+ men—generally awkward or very young oarsmen—find some difficulty in the
+ act of tossing—no safe operation for an unsteady crew. Accordingly, the
+ torpid in question, having sustained her crew gallantly till the saluting
+ point, and allowed them to get their oars fairly into the air, proceeded
+ gravely to turn over on her side, and shoot them out into the stream.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A thrill ran along the top of the barges, and a little scream or two might
+ have been heard even through the notes of &ldquo;Annie Laurie&rdquo;,
+ which were filling the air at the moment; but the band played on, and the
+ crew swam ashore, and two of the punt-men laid hold of the boat and
+ collected the oars, and nobody seemed to think anything of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>Katie drew a long breath.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are they all out, dear?&rdquo; she said; &ldquo;can you see? I can
+ only count eight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I was too frightened to look. Let me see; yes, there are nine;
+ there's one by himself, the little man pulling the weeds off his
+ trousers.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so they regained their equanimity, and soon after left the barge, and
+ were escorted to the hall of St. Ambrose by the crew, who gave an
+ entertainment there to celebrate the occasion, which Mr. Winter was
+ induced to attend and pleased to approve, and which lasted till it was
+ time to dress for the ball, for which a proper chaperone had been
+ providentially found. And so they passed the days and nights of
+ Commemoration.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But is not within the scope of this work to chronicle all their
+ doings—how, notwithstanding balls at night, they were up to chapel in the
+ morning, and attended flower-shows at Worcester and musical promenades in
+ New College, and managed to get down the river for a picnic at Nuneham,
+ besides seeing everything that was worth seeing in all the colleges. How
+ it was done, no man can tell; but done it was, and they seemed only the
+ better for it all. They were waiting at the gates of the Theatre amongst
+ the first, tickets in hand, and witnessed the whole scene, wondering no
+ little at the strange mixture of solemnity and license, the rush and
+ crowding of the undergraduates into their gallery, and their free and easy
+ way of taking the whole proceedings under their patronage, watching every
+ movement in the amphitheatre and on the floor, and shouting approval and
+ disapproval of the heads of their republic of learning, or of the most
+ illustrious visitors, or cheering with equal vigor, the ladies, Her
+ Majesty's ministers, or the prize poems.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It is a strange scene certainly, and has probably puzzled many persons
+ besides young ladies. One can well fancy the astonishment of the learned
+ foreigner, for instance, when he sees the head of the University, which he
+ has reverenced at a distance from his youth up, rise in his robes in
+ solemn convocation to exercise one of the highest of University functions,
+ and hears his sonorous Latin periods interrupted by &ldquo;three cheers
+ for the ladies in pink bonnets!&rdquo; or, when some man is introduced for
+ an honorary degree, whose name may be known throughout the civilized
+ world, and the Vice-Chancellor, turning to his compeers, inquires,
+ &ldquo;Placetne vobis, domini doctores? placetne vobis, magistri?&rdquo;
+ and he hears the voice of doctors and masters drowned in contradictory
+ shouts from the young <i>demus</i>
+ in the gallery, &ldquo;Who is he?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Non placet!&rdquo; &ldquo;<i>Placet</i>!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why does he carry an umbrella?&rdquo; It is thoroughly English, and
+ that is just all that need, or indeed can, be said for it all; but not one
+ in a hundred of us would alter it if we could, beyond suppressing some of
+ the personalities, which of late years have gone somewhat too far.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After the Theatre there was sumptuous lunch in All Souls', and then a fete
+ in St. John's Gardens. Now, at the aforesaid luncheon, Tom's feelings had
+ been severely tried; in fact, the little troubles, which, as has been
+ before hinted, are incident to persons, especially young men in his
+ fortunate predicament, had here come to a head.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was separated from his cousin a little way. Being a guest, and not an
+ important one in the eyes of the All Souls' fellows, he had to find his
+ level, which was very much below that allotted to his uncle and cousins.
+ In short, he felt that they were taking him about, instead of he
+ them—which change of position was in itself trying; and Mary's conduct
+ fanned his slumbering discontent into a flame. There she was, sitting
+ between a fellow of All Souls', who was a collector of pictures and an
+ authority in fine art matters, and the Indian officer who had been so
+ recently promoted to the degree of D.C.L. in the Theatre. There she sat,
+ so absorbed in their conversation that she did not even hear a remark
+ which he was pleased to address to her.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Whereupon he began to brood on his wrongs, and to take umbrage at the
+ catholicity of her enjoyment and enthusiasm. So long as he had been the
+ medium through which she was brought in contact with others, he had been
+ well enough content that they should amuse and interest her; but it was a
+ very different thing now.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So he watched her jealously, and raked up former conversations, and came
+ to the conclusion that it was his duty to remonstrate with her. He had
+ remarked, too, that she never could talk with him now without breaking
+ away after a short time into badinage. Her badinage certainly was very
+ charming and pleasant, and kept him on the stretch; but why should she not
+ let him be serious and sentimental when he pleased? She did not break out
+ in this manner with other people. So he really felt it to be his duty to
+ speak to her on the subject—not in the least for his own sake, but for
+ hers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Accordingly, when the party broke up, and they started for the fete at St.
+ John's, he resolved to carry out his intentions. At first he could not get
+ an opportunity while they were walking about on the beautiful lawn of the
+ great garden, seeing and being seen, and listening to music, and looking
+ at choice flowers. But soon a chance offered. She stayed behind the rest
+ without noticing it, to examine some specially beautiful plant, and he was
+ by her side in a moment, and proposed to show her the smaller garden,
+ which lies beyond, to which she innocently consented; and they were soon
+ out of the crowd, and in comparative solitude.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She remarked that he was somewhat silent and grave, but thought nothing of
+ it, and chatted on as usual, remarking upon the pleasant company she had
+ been in at luncheon.
+ </p>
+ <p>This opened the way for Tom's lecture.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How easily you seem to get interested with new people!&rdquo; he
+ began.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do I?&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Well, don't you think it very
+ natural?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wouldn't it be a blessing if people would always say just what they
+ think and mean, though?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and a great many do,&rdquo; she replied, looking at him in
+ some wonder, and not quite pleased with the turn things were taking.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Any ladies, do you think? You know we haven't many opportunities of
+ observing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think quite as many ladies as men. More, indeed, as far as
+ my small experience goes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You really maintain deliberately that you have met people—men and
+ women—who can talk to you or anyone else for a quarter of an hour quite
+ honestly, and say nothing at all which they don't mean—nothing for the
+ sake of flattery, or effect, for instance?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh dear me, yes, often.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Who, for example?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Our cousin Katie. Why are you so suspicious and misanthropical?
+ There is your friend Mr. Hardy again; what do you say to him?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I think you may have hit on an exception. But I maintain the
+ rule.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You look as if I ought to object. But I sha'n't. It is no business
+ of mine if you choose to believe any such disagreeable thing about your
+ fellow-creatures.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't believe anything worse about them than I do about myself. I
+ know that I can't do it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I am very sorry for you.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I don't think I am any worse than my neighbours.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't suppose you do. Who are your neighbors?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I include you in the number?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, by all means, if you like.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I may not mean that you are like the rest. The man who fell
+ among thieves, you know, had one good neighbor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Cousin Tom,&rdquo; she said, looking up with sparkling eyes,
+ &ldquo;I can't return the compliment. You meant to make me feel that I
+ <i>was</i> like the rest—at least like what you say they are. You know you
+ did. And now you are just turning round, and trying to slip out of it by
+ saying what you don't mean.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Cousin Mary, perhaps I was. At any rate I was a great fool
+ for my pains. I might have known by this time that you would catch me out
+ fast enough.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps you might. I didn't challenge you to set up your Palace of
+ Truth. But, if we are to live in it, you are not to say all the
+ disagreeable things and hear none of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope not, if they must be disagreeable. But why should they be? I
+ can't see why you and I, for instance, should not say exactly what we are
+ thinking to one another without being disagreeable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't think you made a happy beginning just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I am sure we should all like one another the better for
+ speaking the truth.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but I don't admit that I haven't been speaking the
+ truth.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You won't understand me. Have I said that you don't speak the
+ truth?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, you said just now that I don't say what I think and mean.
+ Well, perhaps you didn't exactly say that, but that is what you
+ meant:&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You are very angry, Cousin Mary. Let us wait till—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no. It was you who began, and I will not let you off
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well, then. I did mean something of the sort. It is better to
+ tell you than to keep it to myself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and now tell me your reasons,&rdquo; said Mary, looking down
+ and biting her lip. Tom was ready to bite his tongue off, but there was
+ nothing now but to go through with it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You make everybody that comes near you think that you are deeply
+ interested in them and their doings. Poor Grey believes that you are as
+ mad as he is about rituals and rubrics. And the boating men declare that
+ you would sooner see a race than go to the best ball in the world. And you
+ listened to the Dean's stale old stories about his schools, and went into
+ raptures in the Bodleian about pictures and art with that follow of All
+ Souls'. Even our old butler and the cook—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here Mary, despite her vexation, after a severe struggle to control it,
+ burst into a laugh, which made Tom pause.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now you can't say that I am not really fond of jellies,&rdquo; she
+ said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you can't say that I have said anything so very
+ disagreeable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, but you have, though.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;At any rate I have made you laugh.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you didn't mean to do it. Now, go on.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have nothing more to say. You see my meaning, or you never
+ will.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you have nothing more to say, you should not have said so
+ much,&rdquo; said Mary. &ldquo;You wouldn't have me rude to all the people
+ I meet, and I can't help it if the cook thinks I am a glutton.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you could help letting Grey think that you should like to go
+ and see his night schools.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I should like to see them of all things.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I suppose you would like to go through the manuscripts in the
+ Bodleian with the Dean. I heard you talking to him as if it was the
+ dearest wish of your heart, and making a half engagement to go with him
+ this afternoon, when, you know that you are tired to death of him, and so
+ full of other engagements that you don't know where to turn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary began to bite her lips again. She felt half inclined to cry, and half
+ inclined to get up and box his ears. However she did neither, but looked
+ up after a moment or two and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, have you any more unkind words to say?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Unkind, Mary?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, they <i>are</i> unkind. How can I enjoy anything now when I
+ shall know you are watching me, and thinking all sorts of harm of
+ everything I say and do? However, it doesn't much matter, for we go
+ to-morrow morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you will give me credit at least for meaning you well.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I think you are very jealous and suspicious.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You don't know how you pain me when you say that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I must say what I think.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Mary set her little mouth, and looked down, and began tapping her boot
+ with her parasol. There was an awkward silence while Tom considered within
+ himself whether she was not right, and whether, after all, his own
+ jealousy had not been the cause of the lecture he had been delivering,
+ much more than any unselfish wish for Mary's improvement.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is your turn now,&rdquo; he said presently, leaning forward with
+ his elbows on his knees, and looking hard at the gravel. &ldquo;I may have
+ been foolishly jealous, and I thank you for telling me so. But you can
+ tell me a great deal more if you will, quite as good for me to
+ hear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I have nothing to say. I daresay you are open and true, and
+ have nothing to hide or disguise, not even about either of the men we met
+ in the Long Walk on Sunday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He winced at this random shaft as if he had been stung, and she saw that
+ it had gone home, and repented the next moment. The silence became more
+ and more embarrassing. By good luck, however, their party suddenly
+ appeared strolling towards them from the large garden.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here are Uncle Robert and Katie, and all of them. Let us join
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She rose up, and he with her, and as they walked towards the rest, he said
+ quickly in a low voice, &ldquo;Will you forgive me if I have pained you? I
+ was very selfish, and I am sorry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, we were both very foolish, but we won't do it again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here you are at last. We have been looking for you
+ everywhere,&rdquo; said Miss Winter, as they came up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure I don't know how we missed you. We came straight from the
+ music tent to this seat, and have not moved. We knew you must come by
+ sooner or later.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But it is quite out of the way. It is quite by chance that we came
+ round here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't Uncle Robert tired, Katie?&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;he doesn't
+ look well this afternoon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie instantly turned to her father, and Mr. Winter declared himself to
+ be much fatigued. So they wished their hospitable entertainers good-bye,
+ and Tom hurried off and got a wheel chair for his uncle, and walked by his
+ side to their lodgings. The young ladies walked near the chair also,
+ accompanied by one or two of their acquaintances; in fact they could not
+ move without an escort. But Tom never once turned his head for a glance at
+ what was going on, and talked steadily on to his uncle, that he might not
+ catch a stray word of what the rest were saying. Despite of all this
+ self-denial, however, he was quite aware somehow when he made his bow at
+ the door that Mary had been very silent all the way home.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Winter retired to his room to lie down, and his daughter and niece
+ remained in the sitting-room. Mary sat down and untied her bonnet, but did
+ not burst into her usual flood of comments on the events of the day. Miss
+ Winter looked at her and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You look tired, dear, and over-excited.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh yes, so I am. I've had such a quarrel with Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;A quarrel—you're not serious?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I am, though. I quite hated him for five minutes at
+ least.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what did he do?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, he taunted me with being too civil to everybody, and it made
+ me so angry. He said I pretended to take an interest in ever so many
+ things, just to please people, when I didn't really care about them. And
+ it isn't true, now, Katie, is it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, dear. He never could have said that. You must have
+ misunderstood him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, I knew you would say so. And if it were true, I'm sure it
+ isn't wrong. When people talk to you, it 's so easy to seem pleased and
+ interested in what they are saying; and then they like you, and it is so
+ pleasant to be liked. Now, Katie, do you ever snap people's noses off, or
+ tell them you think them very foolish, and that you don't care, and that
+ what they are saying is all of no consequence?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I, dear? I couldn't do it to save my life.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I was sure you couldn't. And he may say what he will, but I am
+ quite sure he would not have been pleased if we had not made ourselves
+ pleasant to his friends.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's quite true. He has told me himself half a dozen times how
+ delighted he was to see you so popular.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you too, Katie?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes. He was very well pleased with me. But it is you who have
+ turned all the heads in the college, Mary. You are Queen of St. Ambrose
+ beyond a doubt just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, no, Katie; not more than you at any rate.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say yes, yes, Mary. You will always be ten times as popular as I;
+ some people have the gift of it; I wish I had. But why do you look so
+ grave again?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Katie, don't you see you are just saying over again, only in a
+ different way, what your provoking cousin—I shall call him Mr. Brown, I
+ think, in future—was telling me for my good in St. John's gardens. You saw
+ how long we were away from you; well, he was lecturing me all the time,
+ only think; and now you are going to tell it me all over again. But go on,
+ dear; I sha'n't mind anything from you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She put her arm round her cousin's waist, and looked up playfully into her
+ face. Miss Winter saw at once that no great harm, perhaps some good, had
+ been done in the passage of arms between her relatives.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You made it all up,&rdquo; she said, smiling, &ldquo;before we
+ found you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only just, though. He begged my pardon just at last, almost in a
+ whisper, when you were quite close to us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you granted it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, of course; but I don't know that I shall not recall it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I was sure you would be falling out before long, you got on so
+ fast. But he isn't quite so easy to turn round your finger as you thought,
+ Mary.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I don't know that,&rdquo; said Mary, laughing; &ldquo;you saw
+ how humble he looked at last, and what good order he was in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, dear, it's time to think whether we shall go out
+ again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Let me see; there's the last ball. What do you say?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I'm afraid poor papa is too tired to take us, and I don't know
+ with whom we could go. We ought to begin packing, too I think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well. Let us have tea quietly at home.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I will write a note to Tom to tell him. He has done his best for
+ us, poor fellow, and we ought to consider him a little.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, and ask him and his friend Mr. Hardy to tea, as it is the
+ last night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you wish it, I shall be very glad; they will amuse papa.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly, and then he will see that I bear him no malice. And now
+ I will go and just do my hair.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well; and we will pack after they leave. How strange home will
+ seem after all this gayety.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, we seem to have been here a month.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do hope we shall find all quiet at Englebourn. I am always afraid
+ of some trouble there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0029"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXVIII—THE END OF THE FRESHMAN'S YEAR</h2>
+ <p>
+ On the morning after Commemoration, Oxford was in a bustle of departure.
+ The play had been played, the long vacation had begun, and visitors and
+ members seemed equally anxious to be off. At the gates of the colleges,
+ groups of men in travelling-dresses waited for the coaches, omnibuses,
+ dog-carts and all manner of vehicles, which were to carry them to the
+ Great Western railway station at Steventon, or elsewhere, to all points of
+ the compass. Porters passed in and out with portmanteaus, gun-cases, and
+ baggage of all kinds, which they piled outside the gates, or carried off
+ to &ldquo;The Mitre&rdquo; or &ldquo;The Angel,&rdquo; under the vigorous
+ and not too courteous orders of the owners. College servants flitted round
+ the groups to take instructions, and, it so might be, to extract the
+ balances of extortionate bills out of their departing masters.
+ Dog-fanciers were there also, holding terriers; and scouts from the
+ cricketing grounds, with bats and pads under their arms; and hostlers, and
+ men from the boats, all on the same errand of getting the last shilling
+ out of their patrons—a fawning, obsequious crowd for the most part, with
+ here and there a sturdy Briton who felt that he was only there for his
+ due.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Through such a group, at the gate of St. Ambrose, Tom and Hardy passed
+ soon after breakfast time, in cap and gown, which costume excited no small
+ astonishment.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hullo, Brown, old fellow! ain't you off this morning?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I shall be up for a day or two yet.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wish you joy. I wouldn't be staying up over to-day for
+ something.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you'll be at Henley to-morrow?&rdquo; said Diogenes,
+ confidently, who stood at the gate in boating coat and flannels, a big
+ stick and knapsack, waiting for a companion, with whom he was going to
+ walk to Henley.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And at Lord's on Friday,&rdquo; said another. &ldquo;It will be a
+ famous match. Come and dine somewhere afterwards, and go to the Haymarket
+ with us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You know the Leander are to be at Henley,&rdquo; put in Diogenes;
+ &ldquo;and Cambridge is very strong. There will be a splendid race for the
+ cup, but Jervis thinks we are all right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bother your eternal races! Haven't we had enough of them
+ already?&rdquo; said the Londoner. &ldquo;You had much better come up to
+ the little village at once, Brown, and stay there while the coin
+ lasts.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;If I get away at all, it will be to Henley,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, I knew that,&rdquo; said Diogenes, triumphantly,
+ &ldquo;our boat ought to be on for the ladies' plate. If only Jervis were
+ not in the University crew! I thought you were to pull at Henley,
+ Hardy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I was asked to pull, but I couldn't manage the time with the
+ schools coming on, and when the examinations were over it was too late.
+ The crew were picked and half trained, and none of them have broken
+ down.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What! Every one of them stood putting through the sieve? They must
+ be a rare crew, then,&rdquo; said another.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're right,&rdquo; said Diogenes. &ldquo;Oh, here you are at
+ last,&rdquo; he added, as another man in flannels and knapsack came out of
+ college. &ldquo;Well, good-bye all, and a pleasant vacation; we must be
+ off, if we are to be in time to see our crew pull over the course
+ to-night;&rdquo; and the two marched off towards Magdalen Bridge.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove!&rdquo; remarked a fast youth, in most elaborate toilette,
+ looking after them, &ldquo;fancy two fellows grinding off to Henley, five
+ miles an hour, in this sun, when they might drop up to the metropolis by
+ train in half the time? Isn't it marvellous?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I should like to be going with them,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there's no accounting for tastes. Here's our coach.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good-bye, then;&rdquo; and Tom shook hands, and, leaving the coach
+ to get packed with portmanteaus, terriers, and undergraduates, he and
+ Hardy walked off towards the High-street.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you're not going to-day?&rdquo; Hardy said.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; two or three of my old schoolfellows are coming up to stand for
+ scholarships, and I must be here to receive them. But it's very unlucky; I
+ should have liked so to have been at Henley.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look, their carriage is already at the door,&rdquo; said Hardy,
+ pointing up High-street, into which they now turned. There were a dozen
+ postchaises and carriages loading in front of different houses in the
+ street, and amongst them Mr. Winter's old-fashioned travelling barouche.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it is,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;that's some of uncle's
+ fidgetiness; but he will be sure to dawdle at the last. Come along
+ in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you think I had better stay downstairs? It may seem
+ intrusive.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, come along. Why, they asked you to come and see the last of
+ them last night, didn't they?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy did not require any further urging to induce him to follow his
+ inclination; so the two went up together. The breakfast things were still
+ on the table, at which sat Miss Winter, in her bonnet, employed in
+ examining the bill, with the assistance of Mary, who leant over her
+ shoulder. She looked up as they entered.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! I'm so glad you are come. Poor Katie is so bothered, and I
+ can't help her. Do look at the bill; is it all right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I, Katie?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, please do. I don't see anything to object to, except, perhaps,
+ the things I have marked. Do you think we ought to be charged half a crown
+ a day for the kitchen fire?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Fire in June! and you have never dined at home once?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, but we have had tea several times.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is a regular swindle,&rdquo; said Tom, taking the bill and
+ glancing at it. &ldquo;Here, Hardy, come and help me cut down this
+ precious total.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They sat down to the bill, the ladies willingly giving place. Mary tripped
+ off to the glass to tie her bonnet.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now that is all right!&rdquo; she said merrily; &ldquo;why can't
+ one go on without bills or horrid money?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! why can't one?&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;that would suit most of
+ our complaints. But where's uncle; has he seen the bill?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; Papa is in his room; he must not be worried, or the journey
+ will be too much for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here the ladies'-maid arrived, with a message that her father wished to
+ see Miss Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Leave your money, Katie,&rdquo; said her cousin, &ldquo;this is
+ gentlemen's business, and Tom and Mr. Hardy will settle it all for us, I
+ am sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom professed his entire willingness to accept the charge, delighted at
+ finding himself reinstated in his office of protector at Mary's
+ suggestion. Had the landlord been one or his own tradesmen, or the bill
+ his own bill, he might not have been so well pleased, but, as neither of
+ these was the case, and he had Hardy to back him, he went into the matter
+ with much vigor and discretion, and had the landlord up, made the proper
+ deductions, and got the bill settled and receipted in a few minutes. Then
+ he and Hardy addressed themselves to getting the carriage comfortably
+ packed, and vied with one another in settling and stowing away in the most
+ convenient places, the many little odds and ends which naturally accompany
+ young ladies and invalids on their travels; in the course of which
+ employment he managed to snatch a few words here and there with Mary and
+ satisfied himself that she bore him no ill-will for the events of the
+ previous day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At last all was ready for the start, and Tom reported the fact in the
+ sitting-room. &ldquo;Then I will go and fetch papa,&rdquo; said Miss
+ Winter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom's eyes met Mary's at the moment. He gave a slight shrug with his
+ shoulders, and said, as the door closed after his cousin, &ldquo;Really I
+ have no patience with Uncle Robert, he leaves poor Katie to do
+ everything.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and how beautifully she does it all, without a word or, I
+ believe, a thought of complaint! I could never be so patient.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think it is a pity. If Uncle Robert were obliged to exert
+ himself, it would be much better for him. Katie is only spoiling him and
+ wearing herself out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, it is very easy for you and me to think and say so. But he is
+ her father, and then he is really an invalid. So she goes on devoting
+ herself to him more and more, and feels she can never do too much for
+ him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But if she believed it would be better for him to exert himself?
+ I'm sure it is the truth. Couldn't you try to persuade her?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, indeed; it would only worry her, and be so cruel. But then I am
+ not used to give advice,&rdquo; she added, after a moment's pause, looking
+ demurely at her gloves; &ldquo;It might do good, perhaps, now, if you were
+ to speak to her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You think me so well qualified, I suppose, after the specimen you
+ had yesterday? Thank you; I have had enough of lecturing for the
+ present.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very much obliged to you, really, for what you said to
+ me,&rdquo; said Mary, still looking at her gloves.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The subject was a very distasteful one to Tom. He looked at her for a
+ moment to see whether she was laughing at him, and then broke it off
+ abruptly—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I hope you have enjoyed your visit?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, so very much. I shall think of it all the summer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where shall you be all the summer?&rdquo; asked Tom. &ldquo;Not so
+ very far from you. Papa has taken a house only eight miles from
+ Englebourn, and Katie says you live within a day's drive of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And shall you be there all the vacation?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and we hope to get Katie over often. Could not you come and
+ meet her? it would be so pleasant.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But do you think I might? I don't know your father or
+ mother.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes; papa and mamma are very kind, and will ask anybody I like.
+ Besides, you are a cousin, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Only up at Oxford, I am afraid.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well now, you will see. We are going to have a great archery party
+ next month, and you shall have an invitation.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Will you write it for me yourself?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very likely; but why?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you think I shall value a note in your hand more than—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nonsense; now, remember your lecture. Oh here are Uncle Robert and
+ Katie.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Winter was very gracious, and thanked Tom for all his attentions. He
+ had been very pleased, he said, to make his nephew's acquaintance again so
+ pleasantly, and hoped he would come and pass a day or two at Englebourn in
+ the vacation. In his sad state of health he could not do much to entertain
+ a young man, but he could procure him some good fishing and shooting in
+ the neighborhood. Tom assured his uncle that nothing would please him so
+ much as a visit to Englebourn. Perhaps the remembrance of the distance
+ between that parish and the place where Mary was to spend the summer may
+ have added a little to his enthusiasm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should have liked also to have thanked your friend for his
+ hospitality,&rdquo; Mr. Winter went on. &ldquo;I understood my daughter to
+ say he was here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, he was here just now,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;he must be
+ below, I think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, that good Mr. Hardy?&rdquo; said Mary, who was looking out of
+ the window; &ldquo;there he is in the street. He has just helped Hopkins
+ into the rumble, and handed her things to her just as if she were a
+ duchess. She has been so cross all the morning, and now she looks quite
+ gracious.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then I think, papa, we had better start.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let me give you an arm down stairs, uncle,&rdquo; said Tom; and so
+ he helped his uncle down to the carriage, the two young ladies following
+ behind, and the landlord standing with obsequious bows at his shop door,
+ and looking as if he had never made an overcharge in his life.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ While Mr. Winter was making his acknowledgments to Hardy, and being helped
+ by him into the most comfortable seat in the carriage, Tom was making
+ tender adieus to the two young ladies behind, and even succeeded in
+ keeping a rose-bud which Mary was carrying, when they took their seats.
+ She parted from it half-laughingly, and the post-boy cracked his whip and
+ the barouche went lumbering along High-street. Hardy and Tom watched it
+ until it turned down St. Aldate's towards Folly Bridge, the latter waving
+ his hand as it disappeared, and then they turned and strolled slowly away
+ side by side in silence. The sight of all the other departures increased
+ the uncomfortable, unsatisfied feeling which that of his own relatives had
+ already produced in Tom's mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it isn't lively stopping up here when everybody is going, is
+ it? What is one to do?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oughtn't you to be looking after your friends who are coming up to
+ try for the scholarships?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, they won't be up till afternoon, by coach.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall we go down to the river, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, it would be miserable. Hullo, look here, what's up?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The cause of Tom's astonishment was the appearance of the usual procession
+ of university beadles carrying silver-headed maces, and escorting the
+ Vice-Chancellor towards St. Mary's.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, the bells are going for service; there must be a university
+ sermon. Is it a saint's day?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where's the congregation to come from? Why, half Oxford is off by
+ this time, and those that are left won't want to be hearing
+ sermons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't know. A good many seem to be going. I wonder who is
+ to preach?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I vote we go. It will help to pass the time.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy agreed, and they followed the procession and went up into the
+ gallery of St. Mary's. There was a very fair congregation in the body of
+ the church, and the staffs of the colleges had not yet broken up, and even
+ in the gallery the undergraduates mustered in some force. The restless
+ feeling which had brought our hero there seemed to have had a like effect
+ on most of the men who were for one reason or another unable to start on
+ that day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom looked steadily into his cap during the bidding prayer, and sat down
+ composedly afterwards, expecting not to be much interested or benefitted,
+ but comforted with the assurance that at any rate it would be almost
+ luncheon time before he would be again thrown on his own resources. But he
+ was mistaken in his expectations, and before the preacher had been
+ speaking for three minutes, was all attention. The sermon was upon the
+ freedom of the Gospel, the power by which it bursts all bonds and lets the
+ oppressed go free. Its burthen was, &ldquo;Ye shall know the truth, and
+ the truth shall make you free.&rdquo; The preacher dwelt on many sides of
+ these words; the freedom of nations, of societies, of universities, of the
+ conscience of each individual man, were each glanced at in turn; and then,
+ reminding his hearers of the end of the academical year, he went on—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We have heard it said in the troubles and toils and temptations of
+ the world,* 'Oh that I could begin life over again! oh that I could fall
+ asleep, and wake up twelve, six, three mouths hence, and find my
+ difficulties solved!' That which we may vainly wish elsewhere, by a happy
+ Providence is furnished to us by the natural divisions of meeting and
+ parting in this place. To everyone of us, old and young, the long vacation
+ on which we are now entering gives us a breathing space, and time to break
+ the bonds which place and circumstance have woven round us during the year
+ that is past. From all our petty cares, and confusions, and intrigues;
+ from the dust and clatter of this huge machinery amidst which we labor and
+ toil; from whatever cynical contempt of what is generous and devout; from
+ whatever fanciful disregard of what is just and wise; from whatever gall
+ of bitterness is secreted in our best motives; from whatever bonds of
+ unequal dealings in which we may have entangled ourselves or others, we
+ are now for a time set free. We stand on the edge of a river which shall
+ for a time at least sweep them away—that ancient river, the Kishon, the
+ river of fresh thoughts, and fresh scenes, and fresh feelings, and fresh
+ hopes—one surely amongst the blessed means whereby God's free and loving
+ grace works out our deliverance, our redemption from evil, and renews the
+ strength of each succeeding year, so that we may 'mount up again as
+ eagles, may run and not be weary, may walk and not faint.'&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And if, turning to the younger part of my hearers, I may still more
+ directly apply this general lesson to them. Is there no one who, in some
+ shape or other, does not feel the bondage of which I have been speaking?
+ He has something on his conscience; he has something on his mind;
+ extravagance, sin, debt, falsehood. Every morning in the first few minutes
+ after waking, it is the first thought that occurs to him. He drives it
+ away in the day; he drives it off by recklessness, which only binds it
+ more and more closely round him. Is there any one who has ever felt, who
+ is at this moment feeling this grievous burden. What is the deliverance?
+ How shall he set himself free? In what special way does the redemption of
+ Christ, the free grace of God, present itself to him? There is at least
+ one way clear and simple. He knows it better than anyone can tell him. It
+ is those same words which I used with another purpose. 'The truth shall
+ make him free.' It is to tell the truth to his friend, to his parent, to
+ any one, whosoever it be, from whom he is concealing that which he ought
+ to make known. One word of open, frank disclosure—one resolution to act
+ sincerely and honestly by himself and others, one ray of truth let into
+ that dark corner will indeed set the whole man free.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;<i>Liberavi animam meam</i>. 'I have delivered my soul.' What a
+ faithful expression is this of the relief, the deliverance effected by one
+ strong effort of will in one moment of time. 'I will arise and go to my
+ father, and will say unto him, Father I have sinned against Heaven and
+ before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. So we heard the
+ prodigal's confession this morning. So may the thought well spring up in
+ the minds of any who in the course of this last year have wandered into
+ sin, have found themselves beset with evil habits of wicked idleness, of
+ wretched self-indulgence. Now that you are indeed in the literal sense of
+ the word about to rise and go to your father, now that you will be able to
+ shake off the bondage of bad companionship, now that the whole length of
+ this long absence will roll between you and the past, take a long breath;
+ break off the yoke of your sin, of your fault, of your wrong doing, of
+ your folly, of your perverseness, of your pride, of your vanity, of your
+ weakness; break it off by truth; break it off by one stout effort, in one
+ steadfast prayer; break it off by innocent and free enjoyment; break it
+ off by honest work. Put your 'hand to the nail and your right hand to the
+ workman's hammer;' strike through the enemy which has ensnared you, pierce
+ and strike him through and through. However powerful he seems, at your
+ feet he will bow, he will fall, he will lie down; at your feet he will bow
+ and fall, and where he bows, there will he rise up no more. So let all
+ thine enemies perish, O Lord; but let them that love Thee be as the sun
+ when he goeth forth in his might.'&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ * This quotation is from the sermon preached by Dr. Stanley before the
+ University, on Act Sunday, 1859 (published by J. H. Parker, of Oxford). I
+ hope the distinguished professor whose words they are will pardon the
+ liberty I have taken in quoting them. No words of my own could have given
+ so vividly what I wanted to say.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two friends separated themselves from the crowd in the porch and
+ walked away, side by side, towards their college.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, that wasn't a bad move of ours. It is worth something to hear
+ a man preach that sort of doctrine,&rdquo; said Hardy.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How does he get to know it all?&rdquo; said Tom, meditatively.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;All what? I don't see your puzzle.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, all sorts of things that are in a fellow's mind—what he thinks
+ about the first thing in the morning, for instance.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pretty much like the rest of us, I take it; by looking at home. You
+ don't suppose university preachers are unlike you and me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't know. Now do you think he ever had anything on his
+ mind that was always coming up and plaguing him, and which he never told
+ to anybody?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I should think so; most of us must have had.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Have you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ay, often and often.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you think his remedy the right one?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The only one. Make a clean breast of it and the sting is gone.
+ There's a great deal to be done afterwards, of course; but there can be no
+ question about step No. 1.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Did you ever owe a hundred pounds that you couldn't pay?&rdquo;
+ said Tom, with a sudden effort; and his secret had hardly passed his lips
+ before he felt a relief which surprised himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear fellow,&rdquo; said Hardy, stopping in the street
+ &ldquo;you don't mean to say you are speaking of yourself?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do, though,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;and it has been on my mind
+ ever since Easter term, and has spoilt my temper and everything—that and
+ something else that you know of. You must have seen me getting more and
+ more ill-tempered, I'm sure; and I have thought of it the first thing in
+ the morning and the last thing at night; and tried to drive the thought
+ away just as he said one did in his sermon. By Jove, I thought he knew all
+ about it, for he looked right at me, just when he came to that
+ place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, Brown, how do you mean you owe a hundred pounds? You haven't
+ read much certainly; but you haven't hunted, or gambled, or tailored much,
+ or gone into any other extravagant folly. You must be dreaming.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Am I though? Come up to my rooms and I'll tell you all about it; I
+ feel better already now I've let it out. I'll send over for your commons,
+ and we'll have some lunch.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy followed his friend in much trouble of mind, considering in himself
+ whether with the remainder of his savings he could not make up the sum
+ which Tom had named. Fortunately for both of them a short calculation
+ showed him that he could not, and he gave up the idea of delivering his
+ friend in this summary manner with a sigh. He remained closeted with Tom
+ for an hour, and then came out, looking serious still, but not
+ uncomfortable, and went down to the river. He sculled down to Sandford,
+ bathed in the lasher, and returned in time for chapel. He stayed outside
+ afterwards, and Tom came up to him and seized his arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've done it, old fellow,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;look here;&rdquo;
+ and produced a letter. Hardy glanced at the direction, and saw that it was
+ to his father.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along and post it,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;and then I shall
+ feel all right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They walked off quickly to the post-office and dropped the letter into the
+ box.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There,&rdquo; he said, as it disappeared, &ldquo;<i
+ >liberavi animam meam</i
+ >. I owe the preacher a good turn for that; I've a good mind to write and
+ thank him. Fancy the poor old governor's face to-morrow at
+ breakfast!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, you seem to take it easy enough now,&rdquo; said Hardy.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't help it. I tell you I haven't felt so jolly this two
+ months. What a fool I was not to have done it before. After all now I come
+ to think of it, I can pay it myself, at least as soon as I am of age, for
+ I know I've some money—a legacy or something—coming to me then. But that
+ isn't what I care about now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very glad, though, that you have the money of your own.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but the having told it is all the comfort. Come along, and
+ let's see whether these boys are come. The old Pig ought to be in by this
+ time, and I want them to dine in hall. It's only ten months since I came
+ up on it to matriculate, and it seems twenty years. But I'm going to be a
+ boy again for to-night; you'll see if I'm not.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0030"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXIX—THE LONG VACATION LETTER-BAG.</h2>
+ <h3>&ldquo;June 24, 184-.</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My Dear Tom,—Your letter came to hand this morning, and it has, of
+ course, given your mother and me much pain. It is not the money that we
+ care about, but that our son should have deliberately undertaken, or
+ pretended to undertake, what he must have known at the time he could not
+ perform himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have written to my bankers to pay 100L. at once to your account
+ at the Oxford Bank. I have also requested my solicitor to go over to
+ Oxford, and he will probably call on you the day after you receive this.
+ You say that this person who holds your note of hand is now in Oxford. You
+ will see him in the presence of my solicitor, to whom you will hand the
+ note when you have recovered it. I shall consider afterwards what further
+ steps will have to be taken in the matter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will not be of age for a year. It will be time enough then to
+ determine whether you will repay the balance of this money out of the
+ legacy to which you will be entitled under your grandfather's will. In the
+ meantime, I shall deduct at the rate of 50L. a year from your allowance
+ and I shall hold your bond in honor to reduce your expenditure by this
+ amount. You are no longer a boy, and one of the first duties which a man
+ owes to his friends and to society is to live within his income.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I make this advance to you on two conditions. First, that you will
+ never again put your hand to a note or bill in a transaction of this kind.
+ If you have money, lend it or spend it. You may lend or spend foolishly,
+ but that is not the point here; at any rate you are dealing with what is
+ your own. But in transactions of this kind you are dealing with what is
+ not your own. A gentleman should shrink from the possibility of having to
+ come on others, even on his own father, for the fulfillment of his
+ obligations, as he would from a lie. I would sooner see a son of mine in
+ his grave than crawling on through life a slave to wants and habits which
+ he must gratify at other people's expense.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My second condition is, that you put an end to your acquaintance
+ with these two gentlemen who have led you into this scrape, and have
+ divided the proceeds of your joint note between them. They are both your
+ seniors in standing, you say, and they appear to be familiar with this
+ plan of raising money at the expense of other people. The plain English
+ word for such doings is, swindling. What pains me most is, that you have
+ become intimate with young men of this kind. I am not sure that it will
+ not be my duty to lay the whole matter before the authorities of the
+ college. You do not mention their names, and I respect the feeling which
+ has led you not to mention them. I shall know them quite soon enough
+ through my solicitor, who will forward me a copy of the note of hand and
+ signatures in due course.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your letter makes general allusion to other matters; and I gather
+ from it that you are dissatisfied with the manner in which you have spent
+ your first year at Oxford. I do not ask for specific confessions, which
+ you seem inclined to offer me; in fact, I would sooner not have them,
+ unless there is any other matter in which you want assistance or advice
+ from me. I know from experience that Oxford is a place full of temptation
+ of all kinds, offered to young men at the most critical time of their
+ lives. Knowing this, I have deliberately accepted the responsibility of
+ sending you there, and I do not repent it. I am glad that you are
+ dissatisfied with your first year. If you had not been I should have felt
+ much more anxious about your second. Let bygones be bygones between you
+ and me. You know where to go for strength, and to make confessions which
+ no human ear should hear, for no human judgment can weigh the cause. The
+ secret places of a man's heart are for himself and God. Your mother sends
+ her love.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I am, ever your affectionate father,—JOHN BROWN.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>June 26th, 184-.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;MY DEAR BOY,—I am not sorry that you have taken my last letter as
+ you have done. It is quite right to be sensitive on these points, and it
+ will have done you no harm to have fancied for forty-eight hours that you
+ had in my judgment lost caste as a gentleman. But now I am very glad to be
+ able to ease your mind on this point. You have done a very foolish thing;
+ but it is only the habit, and the getting others to bind themselves, and
+ not the doing it oneself for others, which is disgraceful. You are going
+ to pay honourably for your folly, and will owe me neither thanks nor money
+ in the transaction. I have chosen my own terms for repayment, which you
+ have accepted, and so the financial question is disposed of.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have considered what you say as to your companions—friends I will
+ not call them—and will promise you not to take any further steps, or to
+ mention the subject to anyone. But I must insist on my second condition,
+ that you avoid all further intimacy with them. I do not mean that you are
+ to cut them, or do anything that will attract attention. But, no more
+ intimacy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now, my dear boy, as to the rest of your letter. Mine must
+ indeed have failed to express my meaning. God forbid that there should not
+ be the most perfect confidence between us. There is nothing which I desire
+ or value more. I only question whether special confessions will conduce to
+ it. My experience is against them. I almost doubt whether they can be
+ perfectly honest between man and man; and, taking into account the
+ difference of our ages, it seems to be much more likely that we should
+ misunderstand one another. But having said this, I leave it to you to
+ follow your own conscience in the matter. If there is any burthen which I
+ can help you to bear, it will be my greatest pleasure, as it is my duty,
+ to do it. So now, say what you please, or say no more. If you speak, it
+ will be to one who has felt and remembers a young man's trials.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We hope you will be able to come home to-morrow, or the next day,
+ at latest. Your mother is longing to see you, and I should be glad to have
+ you here a day or two before the assizes, which are held next week. I
+ should rather like you to accompany me to them, as it will give me the
+ opportunity of introducing you to my brother magistrates from other parts
+ of the county, whom you are not likely to meet elsewhere, and it is a good
+ thing for a young man to know his own county well.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The cricket club is very flourishing, you will be glad to hear, and
+ they have put off their best matches till your return; so you are in great
+ request, you see. I am told that the fishing is very good this year, and
+ am promised several days for you in the club water.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;September is a long way off, but there is nothing like being before
+ hand; I have put your name down for a license; and it is time you should
+ have a good gun of your own; so I have ordered one for you from a man who
+ has lately settled in the county. He was Purdy's foreman, with whom I used
+ to build, and, I can see, understands his business thoroughly. His locks
+ are as good as any I have ever seen. I have told him to make the stock
+ rather longer, and not quite so straight as that of my old double with
+ which you shot last year. I think I remember you criticized my weapon on
+ these points; but there will be time for you to alter the details after
+ you get home, if you disapprove of my orders. It will be more satisfactory
+ if it is built under your own eye.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you continue in the mind for a month's reading with your friend
+ Mr. Hardy, we will arrange it towards the end of the vacation; but would
+ he not come here? From what you say we should very much like to know him.
+ Pray ask him from me whether he will pass the last month of the vacation
+ here, reading with you. I should like you to be his first regular pupil.
+ Of course this will be my affair. And now, God bless you, and come home as
+ soon as you can. Your mother sends her best love.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ever your most affectionate,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;JOHN BROWN.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;ENGLEBOURN RECTORY, &ldquo;June 28th, 184-'</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAREST MARY;—How good of you to write to me so soon! Your letter
+ has come like a gleam of sunshine. I am in the midst of worries already.
+ Indeed, as you know, I could never quite throw off the fear of what might
+ be happening here, while we were enjoying ourselves at Oxford, and it has
+ all turned out even worse than I expected. I shall never be able to go
+ away again in comfort, I think. And yet, if I had been here, I don't know
+ that I could have done any good. It is so very sad that poor papa is
+ unable to attend to his magistrate's business, and he has been worse than
+ usual, quite laid up in fact, since our return. There is no other
+ magistrate—not even a gentleman in the place, as you know, except the
+ curate; and they will not listen to him, even if he would interfere in
+ their quarrels. But he says he will not meddle with secular matters; and,
+ poor man, I cannot blame him, for it is very easy and sad and wearing to
+ be mixed up in it all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But now I must tell you all my troubles. You remember the men whom
+ we saw mowing together just before we went to Oxford. Betty Winburn's son
+ was one of them, and I am afraid the rest are not at all good company for
+ him. When they had finished papa's hay, they went to mow for Farmer
+ Tester. You must remember him, dear, I am sure; the tall, gaunt man, with
+ heavy, thick lips and a broken nose, and the top of his head quite flat,
+ as if it had been cut off a little above his eyebrows. He is a very
+ miserly man, and a hard master; at least all the poor people tell me so,
+ and he looks cruel. I have always been afraid of him, and disliked him,
+ for I remember as a child hearing papa complain how troublesome he was in
+ the vestry; and except old Simon, who, I believe, only does it from
+ perverseness, I have never heard anybody speak well of him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The first day that the men went to mow for Farmer Tester, he gave
+ them sour beer to drink. You see, dear, they bargained to mow for so much
+ money and their beer. They were very discontented at this, and they lost a
+ good deal of time going to complain to him about it, and they had high
+ words with him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The men said the beer wasn't fit for pigs, and the farmer said it
+ was quite good enough 'for such as they,' and if they didn't like his beer
+ they might buy their own. In the evening, too, he came down and complained
+ that the mowing was bad, and then there were more high words, for the men
+ are very jealous about their work. However they went to work as usual the
+ next morning, and all might have gone off quietly, but in the day Farmer
+ Tester found two pigs in his turnip field which adjoins the common, and
+ had them put in the pound. One of these pigs belonged to Betty Winburn's
+ son, and the other to one of the men who was mowing with him; so, when
+ they came home at night, they found what had happened.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The constable is our pound-keeper, the little man who amused you so
+ much; he plays the bass-viol in church. When he puts any beasts into the
+ pound he cuts a stick in two, and gives one piece to the person who brings
+ the beasts, and keeps the other himself, and the owner of the beasts has
+ to bring the other end of the stick to him before he can let them out.
+ Therefore, the owner, you see, must go to the person who has pounded his
+ beasts, and make a bargain with him for payment of the damage which has
+ been done, and so get back the other end of the stick, which they call the
+ 'tally,' to produce to the pound-keeper.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, the men went off to the constable's when they heard their
+ pigs were pounded, to find who had the 'tally,' and, when they found it
+ was Farmer Tester, they went in a body to his house to remonstrate with
+ him, and learn what he set the damages at. The farmer used dreadful
+ language to them, I hear, and said they weren't fit to have pigs, and must
+ pay half a crown for each pig, before they could have the 'tally;' and the
+ men irritated him by telling him that his fences were a shame to the
+ parish, because he was too stingy to have them mended, and that the pigs
+ couldn't have found half a crown's worth of turnips in the whole field,
+ for he never put any manure on it except what he could get off the road,
+ which ought to belong to the poor. At last the farmer drove them away
+ saying he should stop the money out of the price he was to pay for their
+ mowing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then there was very near being a riot in the parish; for some of
+ the men are very reckless people, and they went in the evening and blew
+ horns and beat kettles before his house, till the constable, who has
+ behaved very well, persuaded them to go away.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In the morning one of the pigs had been taken out of the pound; not
+ Betty's son's, I am glad to say—for no doubt it was very wrong of the men
+ to take it out. The farmer was furious, and went with the constable in the
+ morning to find the pig, but they could hear nothing of it anywhere. James
+ Pope, the man to whom it belonged, only laughed at them, and said he never
+ could keep his pig in himself, because it was grandson to one of the
+ acting pigs that went about to the fairs, and all the pigs of that family
+ took to climbing naturally; so his pig must have climbed out of the pound.
+ This of course was all a story; the men had lifted the pig out of the
+ pound, and then killed it, so that the farmer might not find it, and sold
+ the meat cheap all over the parish. Betty went to the farmer that morning
+ and paid the half crown, and got her son's pig out before he came home;
+ but Farmer Tester stopped the other half crown out of the men's wages,
+ which made matters worse then ever.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The day that we were in the Theatre at Oxford, Farmer Tester was
+ away at one of the markets. He turns his big cattle out to graze on the
+ common, which the poor people say he has no right to do, and in the
+ afternoon a pony of his got into the allotments, and Betty's son caught
+ it, and took it to the constable, and had it put in the pound. The
+ constable tried to persuade him not to do it, but it was of no use; and
+ so, when Farmer Tester came home, he found that his turn had come. I am
+ afraid that he was not sober, for I hear that he behaved dreadfully both
+ to the constable and to Betty's son, and, when he found that he could not
+ frighten them, he declared he would have the law of them if it cost him
+ twenty pounds. So in the morning he went to fetch his lawyer, and when we
+ got home you can fancy what a scene it was.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You remember how poorly papa was when you left us at Lambourn. By
+ the time we got home he was quite knocked up, and so nervous that he was
+ fit for nothing except to have a quiet cup of tea in his own room. I was
+ sure as we drove up the street, there was something the matter. The ostler
+ was watching outside the Red Lion, and ran in as soon as we came in sight;
+ and, as we passed the door, out came Farmer Tester, looking very flushed
+ in the face, and carrying his great iron-handled whip, and a person with
+ him, who I found was his lawyer, and they marched after the carriage. Then
+ the constable was standing at his door too, and he came after us, and
+ there was a group of men outside the rectory gate. We had not been in the
+ house five minutes before a servant came in to say that Farmer Tester and
+ a gentlemen wanted to see papa on particular business. Papa sent out word
+ that he was very unwell, and that it was not the proper time to come on
+ business; he would see them the next day at twelve o'clock. But they would
+ not go away, and then papa asked me to go out and see them. You can fancy
+ how disagreeable it was; and I was so angry with them for coming, when
+ they knew how nervous papa is after a journey, that I could not have
+ patience to persuade them to leave; and so at last they made poor papa see
+ them after all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He was lying on a sofa, and quite unfit to cope with a hard bad man
+ like Farmer Tester, and a fluent plausible lawyer. They told their story
+ all their own way, and the farmer declared that the man had tempted the
+ pony into the allotment with corn. And the lawyer said that the constable
+ had no right to keep the pony in the pound, that he was liable to all
+ sorts of punishments. They wanted papa to make an order at once for the
+ pound to be opened, and I think he would have done so, but I asked him in
+ a whisper to send for the constable, and hear what he had to say. The
+ constable was waiting in the kitchen, so he came in in a minute. You can't
+ think how well he behaved; I have quite forgiven him all his obstinacy
+ about the singing. He told the whole story about the pigs, and how Farmer
+ Tester had stopped money out of the men's wages. And when the lawyer tried
+ to frighten him, he answered him quite boldly, that he mightn't know so
+ much about the law, but he knew what was always the custom long before his
+ time at Englebourn about the pound, and if Farmer Tester wanted his beast
+ out, he must bring the 'tally' like another man. Then the lawyer appealed
+ to papa about the law, and said how absurd it was, and that if such a
+ custom were to be upheld, the man who had the 'tally' might charge 100L.
+ for the damage. And poor papa looked through his law books, and could find
+ nothing about it at all; and while he was doing it Farmer Tester began to
+ abuse the constable, and said he sided with all the good-for-nothing
+ fellows in the parish, and that bad blood would come of it. But the
+ constable quite fired up at that, and told him that it was such as he who
+ made bad blood in the parish, and that poor folks had their rights as well
+ as their betters, and should have them as long as he was constable. If he
+ got papa's order to open the pound, he supposed he must do it, and 'twas
+ not for him to say what was law, but Henry Winburn had had to get the
+ 'tally' for his pig from Farmer Tester, and what was fair for one was fair
+ for all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I was afraid papa would have made the order, but the lawyer said
+ something at last which made him take the other side. So he settled that
+ the farmer should pay five shillings for the 'tally,' which was what he
+ had taken from Betty, and had stopped out of the wages, and that was the
+ only order he would make, and the lawyer might do what he pleased about
+ it. The constable seemed satisfied with this, and undertook to take the
+ money down to Harry Winburn, for Farmer Tester declared he would sooner
+ let the pony starve than go himself. And so papa got rid of them after an
+ hour and more of this talk. The lawyer and Farmer Tester went away
+ grumbling and very angry to the Red Lion. I was very anxious to hear how
+ the matter ended; so I went after the constable to ask him to come back
+ and see me when he had settled it all, and about nine o'clock he came. He
+ had had a very hard job to get Harry Winburn to take the money, and give
+ up the 'tally.' The men said that, if Farmer Tester could make them pay
+ half-a-crown for a pig in his turnips, which were no bigger than radishes,
+ he ought to pay ten shillings at least for his pony trampling down their
+ corn, which was half grown, and I couldn't help thinking this seemed very
+ reasonable. In the end, however, the constable had persuaded them to take
+ the money, and so the pony was let out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I told him how pleased I was at the way he had behaved, but the
+ little man didn't seem quite satisfied himself. He should have liked to
+ have given the lawyer a piece of his mind, he said, only he was no
+ scholar, 'but I've a got all the feelin's of a man, miss, though I medn't
+ have the ways o' bringin' on 'em out.' You see I'm quite coming round to
+ your opinion about him. But when I said that I hoped all the trouble was
+ over, he shook his head, and he seems to think that the men will not
+ forget it, and that some of the wild ones will be trying to pay Farmer
+ Tester out in the winter nights, and I could see he was very anxious about
+ Harry Winburn; so I promised him to go and see Betty.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I went down to her cottage yesterday, and found her very low, poor
+ old soul, about her son. She has had a bad attack again, and I am afraid
+ her heart is not right. She will not live long if she has much to make her
+ anxious, and how is that to be avoided? For her son's courting is all
+ going wrong, she can see, though he will not tell her anything about it;
+ but he gets more moody and restless, she says, and don't take a pride in
+ anything, not even in his flowers or his allotment; and he takes to going
+ about, more and more every day, with these men, who will be sure to lead
+ him into trouble.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After I left her, I walked up to the Hawk's Lynch, to see whether
+ the view and the air would not do me good. And it did do me a great deal
+ of good, dear, and I thought of you, and when I should see your bright
+ face and hear your happy laugh again. The village looked so pretty and
+ peaceful. I could hardly believe, while I was up there, that there were
+ all these miserable quarrels and heartburnings going on in it. I suppose
+ they go on everywhere, but one can't help feeling as if there was
+ something specially hard in those which come under one's own eyes, and
+ touch one's self. And then they are so frivolous, and everything might go
+ on so comfortably if people would only be reasonable. I ought to have been
+ a man, I am sure, and then I might, perhaps, be able to do more, and
+ should have more influence. If poor papa were only well and strong!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, dear, I shall tire you with all these long histories and
+ complainings. I have run on till I have no room left for anything else;
+ but you can't think what a comfort it is to me to write it all to you, for
+ I have no one to tell it to. I feel so much better, and more cheerful,
+ since I sat down to write this. You must give my dear love to uncle and
+ aunt, and let me hear from you again whenever you have time. If you could
+ come over again and stay for a few days, it would be very kind; but I must
+ not press it, as there is nothing to attract you here, only we might talk
+ over all that we did and saw at Oxford.—Ever, dearest Mary, your
+ affectionate cousin,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Katie&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P. S.—I should like to have the pattern of the jacket you wore the
+ last day at Oxford. Could you cut it out in thin paper and send it in your
+ next?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;July-,184-.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;MY DEAR BROWN,—I was very glad to see your hand, and to hear such
+ flourishing accounts of your vacation doings. You won't get any like
+ announcement of me, for cricket has not yet come so far west as this, at
+ least not to settle. We have a few pioneers and squatters in the villages;
+ but, I am sorry to say, nothing yet like matches between the elevens of
+ districts. Neighbors we have none, except the rector; so I have plenty of
+ spare time, some of which I feel greatly disposed to devote to you; and I
+ hope you won't find me too tedious to read.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is very kind of your father to wish that you should be my first
+ pupil, and to propose that I should spend the last month of this vacation
+ with you in Berkshire. But I do not like to give up a whole month. My
+ father is getting old and infirm, and I can see that it would be a great
+ trial to him, although he urges it, and is always telling me not to let
+ him keep me at home. What do you say to meeting me half way? I mean, that
+ you should come here for half of the time, and then that I should return
+ with you for the last fortnight of the vacation. This I could manage
+ perfectly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you cannot in any case be my first pupil; for not to mention
+ that I have been, as you know, teaching for some years, I have a pupil
+ here, at this minute. You are not likely to guess who it is, though you
+ know him well enough—perhaps I should say too well—so, in a word, it is
+ Blake. I had not been at home three days before I got a letter from him,
+ asking me to take him, and putting it in such a way that I couldn't
+ refuse. I would sooner not have had him, as I had already got out of
+ taking a reading party with some trouble, and felt inclined to enjoy
+ myself here in dignified idleness till next term. But what can you do when
+ a man puts it to you as a great personal favor, &amp;c. &amp;c.? So I
+ wrote to accept. You may imagine my disgust a day or two afterwards, at
+ getting a letter from an uncle of his, some official person in London
+ apparently, treating the whole matter in a <i>business</i> point of view,
+ and me as if I were a training groom. He is good enough to suggest a
+ stimulant to me in the shape of extra pay and his future patronage in the
+ event of his nephew's taking a first in Michaelmas term. If I had received
+ this letter before, I think it would have turned the scale, and I should
+ have refused. But the thing was done, and Blake isn't fairly responsible
+ for his relative's views.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So here he has been for a fortnight. He took a lodging in the
+ village at first; but of course my dear old father's ideas of hospitality
+ were shocked at this, and here he is, our inmate.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He reads fiercely by fits and starts. A feeling of personal hatred
+ against the examiners seems to urge him on more than any other motive; but
+ this will not be strong enough to keep him to regular work, and without
+ regular work he won't do, notwithstanding all his cleverness, and he is a
+ marvellously clever fellow. So the first thing I have to do is to get him
+ steadily to the collar, and how to do it is a pretty particular puzzle.
+ For he hasn't a grain of enthusiasm in his composition, nor any power, as
+ far as I can see, of throwing himself into the times and scenes of which
+ he is reading. The philosophy of Greece and the history of Rome are
+ matters of perfect indifference to him—to be got up by catch-words and
+ dates for examination and nothing more. I don't think he would care a
+ straw if Socrates had never lived, or Hannibal had destroyed Rome. The
+ greatest names and deeds of the old world are just so many dead counters
+ to him—the Jewish just as much as the rest. I tried him with the story of
+ the attempt of Antiochus Epiphanes to conquer the Jews, and the glorious
+ rising of all that was living in the Holy Land under the Maccabees. Not it
+ bit of it; I couldn't get a spark out of him. He wouldn't even read the
+ story because it is in the Apocrypha, and so, as he said, the d——d
+ examiners couldn't ask him anything about it in the schools.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then his sense of duty is quiet undeveloped. He has no notion of
+ going on doing anything disagreeable because he ought. So here I am at
+ fault again. Ambition he has in abundance; in fact so strongly, that very
+ likely it may in the end pull him through, and make him work hard enough
+ for his Oxford purposes at any rate. But it wants repressing rather than
+ encouragement, and I certainly shan't appeal to it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will begin to think I dislike him and want to get rid of him,
+ but it isn't the case. You know what a good temper he has, and how
+ remarkably well he talks; so he makes himself very pleasant, and my father
+ evidently enjoys his company; and then to be in constant intercourse with
+ a subtle intellect like his, is pleasantly exciting, and keeps one alive
+ and at high pressure, though one can't help always wishing that it had a
+ little heat in it. You would be immensely amused if you could drop in on
+ us.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think I have told you or you must have seen it for yourself, that
+ my father's principles are true blue, as becomes a sailor of the time of
+ the great war, while his instincts and practice are liberal in the
+ extreme. Our rector, on the contrary, is liberal in principles, but an
+ aristocrat of the aristocrats in instinct and practice. They are always
+ ready enough therefore to do battle, and Blake delights in the war, and
+ fans it and takes part in it as a sort of free lance, laying little
+ logical pitfalls for the combatants alternately, with that deferential
+ manner of his. He gets some sort of intellectual pleasure, I suppose, out
+ of seeing where they ought to tumble in; for tumble in they don't, but
+ clear his pit-falls in their stride—at least my father does—quite innocent
+ of having neglected to distribute his middle term; and the rector, if he
+ has some inkling of these traps, brushes them aside, and disdains to spend
+ powder on anyone but his old adversary and friend. I employ myself in
+ trying to come down ruthlessly on Blake himself; and so we spend our
+ evenings after dinner, which comes off at the primitive hour of five. We
+ used to dine at three, but my father has comformed now to college hours.
+ If the rector does not come, instead of argumentative talk, we get stories
+ out of my father. In the morning we bathe, and boat, and read. So, you
+ see, he and I have plenty of one another's company; and it is certainly
+ odd that we get on so well with so very few points of sympathy. But,
+ luckily, besides his good temper and cleverness, he has plenty of humor.
+ On the whole, I think we shall rub through the two months which he is to
+ spend here without getting to hate one another, though there is little
+ chance of our becoming friends. Besides putting some history and science
+ into him (scholarship he does not need), I shall be satisfied if I can
+ make him give up his use of the pronoun 'you' before he goes. In talking
+ of the corn laws, or foreign policy, or India, or any other political
+ subject, however interesting, he never will identify himself as an
+ Englishman; and 'you do this,' or 'you expect that' is for ever in his
+ mouth, speaking of his own countrymen. I believe if the French were to
+ land to-morrow on Portland, he would comment on our attempts to dislodge
+ them as if he had no concern with the business except as a looker-on.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will think all this rather a slow return for your jolly
+ gossiping letter, full of cricket, archery, fishing, and I know not what
+ pleasant goings-on. But what is one to do? one can only write about what
+ is one's subject of interest for the time being, and Blake stands in that
+ relation to me just now. I should prefer it otherwise, but
+ <i>si on n'a pas ce qu'on aime il faut aimer ce qu'on a</i>. I have no
+ incident to relate; these parts get on without incidents somehow, and
+ without society. I wish there were some, particularly ladies' society. I
+ break the tenth commandment constantly, thinking of Commemoration, and
+ that you are within a ride of Miss Winter and her cousin. When you see
+ them next, pray present my respectful compliments. It is a sort of
+ consolation to think that one may cross their fancy for a moment and be
+ remembered as part of a picture which gives them pleasure. With such piece
+ of sentiment I may as well shut up. Don't you forget my message now, and—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Believe me, ever yours most truly,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;JOHN HARDY.</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P.S.—I mean to speak to Blake, when I get a chance, of that
+ wretched debt which you have paid, unless you object. I should think
+ better of him if he seemed more uncomfortable about his affairs. After all
+ he may be more so than I think, for he is very reserved on such
+ subjects.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;ENGLEBOURN RECTORY, &ldquo;July, 184-'</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAREST MARY.—I send the coachman with this note in order that you
+ may not be anxious about me. I have just returned from poor Betty
+ Winburn's cottage to write it. She is very very ill, and I do not think
+ can last out more than a day or two; and she seems to cling to me so that
+ I cannot have the heart to leave her. Indeed, if I could make up my mind
+ to do it, I should never get her poor white eager face out of my head all
+ day, so that I should be very bad company, and quite out of place at your
+ party, making everybody melancholy and uncomfortable who came near me. So,
+ dear, I am not coming. Of course it is a great disappointment. I had set
+ my heart on being with you, and enjoying it all thoroughly; and even at
+ breakfast this morning knew of nothing to hinder me. My dress is actually
+ lying on the bed at this minute, and it looks very pretty, especially the
+ jacket like yours, which I and Hopkins have managed to make up from the
+ pattern you sent, though you forgot the sleeves, which made it rather hard
+ to do. Ah, well; it is no use to think of how pleasant things would have
+ been which one cannot have. You must write me an account of how it all
+ went off, dear; or perhaps you can manage to get over here before long to
+ tell me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I must now go back to poor Betty. She is such a faithful, patient
+ old thing, and has been such a good woman all her life that there is
+ nothing painful in being by her now, and one feels sure that it will be
+ much happier and better for her to be at rest. If she could only feel
+ comfortable about her son, I am sure she would think so herself. Oh, I
+ forgot to say that her attack was brought on by the shock of hearing that
+ he had been summoned for an assault. Farmer Tester's son, a young man
+ about his own age, has, it seems, been of late waylaying Simon's daughter
+ and making love to her. It is so very hard to make out the truth in
+ matters of this kind. Hopkins says she is a dressed-up little minx who
+ runs after all the young men in the parish; but really, from what I see
+ and hear from other persons, I think she is a good girl enough. Even
+ Betty, who looks on her as the cause of most of her own trouble, has never
+ said a word to make me think that she is at all a light person, or more
+ fond of admiration than any other good-looking girl in the parish.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But those Testers are a very wicked set. You cannot think what a
+ misfortune it is in a place like this to have these rich families with
+ estates of their own, in which the young men begin to think themselves
+ above the common farmers. They ape the gentlemen, and give themselves
+ great airs, but of course no gentleman will associate with them, as they
+ are quite uneducated; and the consequence is that they live a great deal
+ at home, and give themselves up to all kinds of wickedness. This young
+ Tester is one of these. His father is a very bad old man, and does a great
+ deal of harm here; and the son is following in his steps, and is quite as
+ bad, or worse. So you see that I shall not easily believe that Harry
+ Winburn has been much in the wrong. However, all I know of it at present
+ is that young Tester was beaten by Harry yesterday evening in the village
+ street, and that they came to papa at once for a summons.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, here is the coachman ready to start; so I must conclude, dear,
+ and go back to my patient. I shall often think of you during the day. I am
+ sure you will have a charming party. With best love to all, believe me,
+ ever dearest,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Your most affectionate,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;KATIE.</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P. S.—I am very glad that uncle and aunt take to Tom, and that he
+ is staying with you for some days. You will find him very useful in making
+ the party go off well, I am sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0031"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXX—AMUSEMENTS AT BARTON MANOR</h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A letter, Miss, from Englebourn,&rdquo; said a footman, coming up
+ to Mary with the note given at the end of the last chapter, on a waiter.
+ She took it and tore it open; and while she is reading it, the reader may
+ be introduced to the place and company in which we find her. The scene is
+ a large old-fashioned square brick house, backed by fine trees, in the
+ tops of which the rooks live, and the jackdaws and starlings in the many
+ holes which time has worn in the old trunks; but they are all away on this
+ fine summer morning, seeking their meal and enjoying themselves in the
+ neighbouring fields. In the front of the house is a pretty flower garden,
+ separated by a haw-haw from a large pasture, sloping southwards gently
+ down to a stream, which glides along through water-cress and willow beds
+ to join the Kennet. The beasts have all been driven off, and on the upper
+ part of the field, nearest the house, two men are fixing up a third pair
+ of targets on the rich short grass. A large tent is pitched near the
+ archery ground, to hold quivers and bow-cases, and luncheon, and to
+ shelter lookers-on from the mid-day sun. Beyond the brook, a pleasant,
+ well-timbered, country lies, with high chalk-downs for an horizon, ending
+ in Marlborough hill, faint and blue in the west. This is the place which
+ Mary's father has taken for the summer and autumn, and where she is fast
+ becoming the pet of the neighborhood.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It will not perhaps surprise our readers to find that our hero has managed
+ to find his way to Barton Manor in the second week of the vacation, and
+ having made the most of his opportunities, is acknowledged as a cousin by
+ Mr. and Mrs. Porter. Their boys are at home for the holidays, and Mr.
+ Porter's great wish is that they should get used to the country in their
+ summer holidays. And as they have spent most of their childhood and
+ boyhood in London, to which he has been tied pretty closely hitherto, this
+ is a great opportunity. The boys only wanted a preceptor, and Tom
+ presented himself at the right moment, and soon became the hero of Charley
+ and Neddy Porter. He taught them to throw flies and bait crawfish nets, to
+ bat-fowl, and ferret for rabbits, and to saddle and ride their ponies,
+ besides getting up games of cricket in the spare evenings, which kept him
+ away from Mr. Porter's dinner-table. This last piece of self-denial, as he
+ considered it, quite won over that gentleman, who agreed with his wife
+ that Tom was just the sort of companion they would like for the boys, and
+ so the house was thrown open to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The boys were always clamouring for him when he was away, and making their
+ mother write off to press him to come again; which he, being a very
+ good-natured young man, and particularly fond of boys, was ready enough to
+ do. So this was the third visit he had paid in a month.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. and Mrs. Brown wondered a little that he should be so very fond of the
+ young Porters, who were good boys enough, but very much like other boys of
+ thirteen and fifteen, of whom there were several in the neighborhood. He
+ had indeed just mentioned an elder sister, but so casually that their
+ attention had not been drawn to the fact, which had almost slipped out of
+ their memories. On the other hand, Tom seemed so completely to identify
+ himself with the boys and their pursuits, that it never occurred to their
+ father and mother, who were doatingly fond of them, that, after all, they
+ might not be the only attraction. Mary seemed to take very little notice
+ of him, and went on with her own pursuits much as usual. It was true that
+ she liked keeping the score at cricket, and coming to look at them fishing
+ or rabbiting in her walks; but all that was very natural. It is a curious
+ and merciful dispensation of Providence that most fathers and mothers seem
+ never to be capable of remembering their own experience, and will probably
+ go on till the end of time thinking of their sons of twenty and daughters
+ of sixteen or seventeen as mere children who may be allowed to run about
+ together as much as they please. And, where it is otherwise, the results
+ are not very different, for there are certain mysterious ways of holding
+ intercourse implanted in the youth of both sexes, against which no
+ vigilance can prevail.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So on this, her great fete day, Tom had been helping Mary all the morning
+ in dressing the rooms with flowers and arranging all the details—where
+ people were to sit at cold dinner; how to find the proper number of seats;
+ how the dining-room was to be cleared in time for dancing when the dew
+ began to fall. In all which matters there were many obvious occasions for
+ those little attentions which are much valued by persons in like
+ situations; and Tom was not sorry that the boys had voted the whole
+ preparations a bore, and had gone off to the brook to 'gropple' in the
+ bank for crayfish till the shooting began. The arrival of the note had
+ been the first <i>contre-temps</i> of the morning, and they were now
+ expecting guests to arrive every minute.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What is the matter? No bad news I hope,&rdquo; he said, seeing her
+ vexed expression.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Katie can't come. I declare I could sit down and cry. I
+ sha'n't enjoy the party a bit now, and I wish it were all over.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am sure Katie would be very unhappy if she thought you were going
+ to spoil your day's pleasure on her account.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I know she would. But it is so provoking when I had looked
+ forward so to having her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You have never told me why she cannot come. She was quite full of
+ it all a few days since.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, there is a poor old woman in the village dying, who is a great
+ friend of Katie's. Here is her letter; let me see,&rdquo; she said,
+ glancing over it to see that there is nothing in it that she did not wish
+ him to read, &ldquo;you may read it if you like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom began reading. &ldquo;Betty Winburn,&rdquo; he said, when he came to
+ the name, &ldquo;what, poor dear old Betty? why I've known her ever since
+ I was born. She used to live in our parish, and I haven't seen her this
+ eight years nearly. And her boy Harry, I wonder what has become of
+ him?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will see if you read on,&rdquo; said Mary; and so he read to
+ the end, and then folded it up and returned it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So poor old Betty is dying. Well she was always a good soul, and
+ very kind to me when I was a boy. I should like to see her once again, and
+ perhaps I might be able to do something for her son.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why should we not ride over to Englebourn to-morrow? They will be
+ glad to get us out of the way while the house is being
+ straightened.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I should like it of all things, if it can be managed.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I will manage it somehow, for I must go and see that dear
+ Katie. I do feel so ashamed of myself when I think of all the good she is
+ doing, and I do nothing but put flowers about, and play the piano. Isn't
+ she an angel, now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of course she is.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but I won't have that sort of matter-of-course acquiescence.
+ Now—do you really mean that Katie is as good as an angel?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As seriously as if I saw the wings growing out of her shoulders,
+ and dew drops hanging on them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You deserve to have some thing not at all like wings growing out of
+ your head. How is it that you never see when I don't want you to talk your
+ nonsense?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How am I to talk sense about angels? I don't know anything about
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You know what I mean perfectly. I say that dear Katie is an angel,
+ and I mean that I don't know anything in her—no not one single thing—which
+ I should like to have changed. If the angels are all as good as
+ she&rdquo;—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;<i>If</i>! why I shall begin to doubt your orthodoxy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You don't know what I was going to say.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It doesn't matter what you were going to say. You couldn't have
+ brought that sentence into an orthodox conclusion. Oh, please don't look
+ so angry, now. Yes, I quite see what you mean. You can think of Katie just
+ as she is now in heaven without being shocked.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary paused for a moment before she answered, as if taken by surprise at
+ this way of putting her meaning, and then said seriously—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I can. I think we should all be perfectly happy if we were
+ all as good as she is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But she is not very happy herself, I am afraid.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course not. How can she be, when all the people about her are so
+ troublesome and selfish?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't fancy an angel the least bit like Uncle Robert, can
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I won't talk about angels any more. You have made me feel quite as
+ if I had been saying something wicked.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now really it is too hard that you should lay all the blame on me,
+ when you began the subject yourself. You ought at least to let me say what
+ I have to say about angels.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you said you knew nothing about them half a minute ago.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I may have my notions, like other people. You have your
+ notions. Katie is your angel.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, then, what are your notions?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Katie is rather too dark for my idea of an angel. I can't fancy a
+ dark angel.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, how can you call Katie dark!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I only say she is too dark for my idea of an angel.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, go on.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then, she is rather too grave!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Too grave for an angel!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For my idea of an angel,—one doesn't want one's angel to be like
+ oneself, and I am so grave, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, very. Then your angel is to be a laughing angel. A laughing
+ angel, and yet very sensible; never talking nonsense?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, I didn't say that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you said he wasn't to be like you.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;<i>He</i>! who in the world do you mean by <i>he</i>?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, your angel, of course.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My angel! You don't really suppose that my angel is to be a
+ man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have no time to think about it. Look, they are putting those
+ targets quite crooked. You are responsible for the targets; we must go and
+ get them straight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They walked across the ground towards the targets, and Tom settled them
+ according to his notions of opposites.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After all, archery is slow work,&rdquo; he said, when the targets
+ were settled satisfactorily. &ldquo;I don't believe anybody really enjoys
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now that is because you men haven't it all to yourselves. You are
+ jealous of any sort of game in which we can join. I believe you are afraid
+ of being beaten by us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On the contrary, that is its only recommendation, that you can join
+ in it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I think that ought to be recommendation enough. But I believe
+ it is much harder than most of your games. You can't shoot half so well as
+ you can play cricket, can you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, because I never practice. It isn't exciting to be walking up
+ and down between two targets, and doing the same thing over and over
+ again. Why, you don't find it so yourself. You hardly ever shoot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Indeed, I do though, constantly.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, I have scarcely ever seen you shooting.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That is because you are away with the boys all day.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I am never too far to know what is going on. I'm sure you have
+ never practised for more than a quarter of an hour any day I have been
+ here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, perhaps I may not have. But I tell you I am very fond of
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here the two boys came up from the brook, Neddy with his Scotch cap full
+ of crayfish.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you wretched boys, where have you been? You are not fit to be
+ seen,&rdquo; said Mary, shaking the arrows at them which she was carrying
+ in her hand. &ldquo;Go and dress directly, or you will be late. I think I
+ heard a carriage driving up just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, there's plenty of time. Look what whackers, Cousin Tom,&rdquo;
+ said Charley, holding out one of his prizes by its back towards Tom, while
+ the indignant crayfish flapped its tail and worked around with its claws,
+ in hopes of getting hold of something to pinch.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't believe those boys have been dry for two hours together in
+ daylight since you first came here,&rdquo; said Mary, to Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, and they're all the better for it, I'm sure,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, that we are,&rdquo; said Charley.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say Charley,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;your sister says she is very
+ fond of shooting.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ay, and so she is. And isn't she a good shot too? I believe she
+ would beat you at fifty yards.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There now, you see, you need not have been so unbelieving,&rdquo;
+ said Mary.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Will you give her a shot at your new hat, Cousin Tom?&rdquo; said
+ Neddy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, Neddy, that I will;&rdquo; and he added to Mary, &ldquo;I will
+ bet you a pair of gloves that you don't hit it in three shots.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Mary; &ldquo;at thirty yards.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, no! fifty yards was the named distance.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, fifty yards is too far. Why, you hat is not much bigger than
+ the gold.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I don't mind splitting the difference; we will say
+ forty.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well—three shots at forty yards.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; here, Charley, run and hang my hat on that target.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The boys rushed off with the hat—a new white one—and hung it with a bit of
+ string over the center of one of the targets, and then, stepping a little
+ aside, stood, clapping their hands, shouting to Mary to take good aim.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must string my bow,&rdquo; she said, handing it to him as she
+ buckled on her guard. &ldquo;Now, do you repent? I am going to do my best,
+ mind, if I do shoot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I scorn repentance; do your worst,&rdquo; said Tom, stringing the
+ bow and handing it back to her. &ldquo;And now I will hold your arrows;
+ here is the forty yards.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary came to the place which he had stepped, her eyes full of fun and
+ mischief; and he saw at once that she knew what she was about, as she took
+ her position and drew the first arrow. It missed the hat by some three
+ inches only; and the boys clapped and shouted.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Too near to be pleasant,&rdquo; said Tom, handing the second arrow.
+ &ldquo;I see you can shoot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I will let you off still.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Gloves and all?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, of course you must pay the gloves.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Shoot away, then. Ah, that will do,&rdquo; he cried, as the second
+ arrow struck considerably above the hat, &ldquo;I shall get my gloves
+ yet,&rdquo; and he handed the third arrow. They were too intent on the
+ business in hand to observe that Mr. and Mrs. Porter and several guests
+ were already on the hand-bridge which crossed the haw-haw.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary drew her third arrow, paused a moment, loosed it, and this time with
+ fatal aim.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The boys rushed to the target, towards which Mary and Tom also hurried,
+ Mr. and Mrs. Porter and the new comers following more quietly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, look here—what fun,&rdquo; said Charley, as Tom came up,
+ holding up the hat, spiked on the arrow, which he had drawn out of the
+ target.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a wicked shot,&rdquo; he said, taking the hat and turning to
+ Mary. &ldquo;Look here, you have actually gone through three
+ places—through crown, and side, and brim.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary began to feel quite sorry at her own success, and looked at the
+ wounded hat sorrowfully.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo, look here—here's papa and mamma and some people, and we
+ ain't dressed. Come along, Neddy,&rdquo; and the boys made off towards the
+ back premises, while Mary and Tom, turning round, found themselves in the
+ presence of Mr. and Mrs. Porter, Mrs. Brown, and two or three other
+ guests.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0032"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXI—BEHIND THE SCENES</h2>
+ <p>
+ Mr. and Mrs. Brown had a long way to drive home that evening, including
+ some eight miles of very indifferent chalky road over the downs, which
+ separate the Vale of Kennet from the Vale of White Horse. Mr. Brown was an
+ early man, and careful of his horses, who responded to his care by being
+ always well up to much more work than they were ever put to. The drive to
+ Barton Manor and back in a day was a rare event in their lives. Their
+ master, taking this fact into consideration, was bent on giving them
+ plenty of time for the return journey, and had ordered his groom to be
+ ready to start by eight o'clock. But, that they might not disturb the
+ rest, by their early departure, he had sent the carriage to the village
+ inn, instead of to the Porter's stables.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At the appointed time, therefore, and when the evening's amusements were
+ just beginning at the manor house, Mr. Brown sought out his wife; and,
+ after a few words of leave-taking to their host and hostess, the two
+ slipped quietly away; and walked down the village. The carriage was
+ standing before the inn all ready for them, with the hostler and Mr.
+ Brown's groom at the horses' heads. The carriage was a high phaeton having
+ a roomy front seat with a hood to it, specially devised by Mr. Brown with
+ a view to his wife's comfort, and that he might with a good conscience
+ enjoy at the same time the pleasures of her society and of driving his own
+ horses. When once in her place, Mrs. Brown was as comfortable as she would
+ have been in the most luxurious barouche with C springs, but the ascent
+ was certainly rather a drawback. The pleasure of sitting by her husband
+ and of receiving his assiduous help in the preliminary climb, however,
+ more than compensated to Mrs. Brown for this little inconvenience.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Brown helped her up as usual, and arranged a plaid carefully over her
+ knees, the weather being too hot for the apron. He then proceeded to walk
+ round the horses, patting them, examining the bits, and making inquiries
+ as to how they had fed. Having satisfied himself on these points, and
+ fee'd the hostler, he took the reins, seated himself by his wife, and
+ started at a steady pace towards the hills at the back of Barton village.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For a minute or two neither of them spoke, Mr. Brown being engrossed with
+ his horses and she with her thoughts. Presently, however, he turned to
+ her, and, having ascertained that she was quite comfortable, went on—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, my dear, what do you think of them?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I think they are agreeable people,&rdquo; answered Mrs. Brown;
+ &ldquo;but one can scarcely judge from seeing them to-day. It is too far
+ for a drive; we shall not be home till midnight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I am very glad we came. After all, they are connexions through
+ poor Robert, and he seems anxious that they should start well in the
+ county. Why, he has actually written twice, you know, about our coming up
+ to-day. We must try to show them some civility.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is impossible to come so far often,&rdquo; Mrs. Brown persisted.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is too far for ordinary visiting. What do you say to asking them
+ to come and spend a day or two with us?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly, my dear, if you wish it,&rdquo; answered Mrs. Brown, but
+ without much cordiality in her voice.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I should like it; and it will please Robert so much. We might
+ have him and Katie over to meet them, don't you think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let me see,&rdquo; said Mrs. Brown, with much more alacrity,
+ &ldquo;Mr. and Mrs. Porter will have the best bed-room and dressing-room;
+ Robert must have the south room, and Katie the chintz. Yes, that will do;
+ I can manage it very well.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And their daughter; you have forgotten her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, you see, dear, there is no more room.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why; there is the dressing-room, next to the south room, with a bed
+ in it. I'm sure nobody can want a better room.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You know, John, that Robert cannot sleep if there is the least
+ noise. I could never put any-one into his dressing-room; there is only a
+ single door between the rooms, and even if they made no noise, the fancy
+ that some one was sleeping there would keep him awake all night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Plague take his fancies! Robert has given way to them till he is
+ fit for nothing. But you can put him in the chintz room, and give the two
+ girls the south bed room and dressing-room.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What, put Robert in a room which looks north? My dear John; what
+ can you be thinking about?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Brown uttered an impatient grunt, and, as a vent to his feelings more
+ decorous on the whole than abusing his brother-in-law, drew his whip more
+ smartly than usual across the backs of his horses. The exertion of muscle
+ necessary to reduce those astonished animals to their accustomed steady
+ trot restored his temper, and he returned to the charge—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose we must manage it on the second floor, then, unless you
+ could get a bed run up in the school-room.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, dear; I really should not like to do that—it would be so very
+ inconvenient. We are always wanting the room for workwomen or servants;
+ besides, I keep my account books and other things there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I'm afraid it must be on the second floor. Some of the
+ children must be moved. The girl seems a nice girl with no nonsense about
+ her, and won't mind sleeping up there. Or, why not put Katie
+ upstairs?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I should not think of it. Katie is a dear good girl, and I
+ will not put anyone over her head.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nor I, dear. On the contrary, I was asking you to put her over
+ another person's head,&rdquo; said Mr. Brown, laughing at his own joke,
+ This unusual reluctance on the part of his wife to assist in carrying out
+ any hospitable plans of his began to strike him; so, not being an adept at
+ concealing his thoughts, or gaining his point by any attack except a
+ direct one, after driving on for a minute in silence, he turned suddenly
+ on his wife, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, Lizzie, you seem not to want to ask the girl?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, John, I do not see the need of it at all.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, and you don't want to ask her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;If you must know, then, I do not.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't you like her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I do not know her well enough either to like or dislike.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then, why not ask her, and see what she is like? But the truth is,
+ Lizzie, you have taken a prejudice against her?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, John, I think she is a thoughtless girl, and extravagant; not
+ the sort of girl, in fact, that I should wish to be much with us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thoughtless and extravagant!&rdquo; said Mr. Brown, looking grave;
+ &ldquo;how you women can be so sharp on one another! Her dress seemed to
+ me simple and pretty, and her manners very lady-like and pleasing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem to have quite forgotten about Tom's hat,&rdquo; said Mrs.
+ Brown.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Tom's white hat—so I had,&rdquo; said Mr. Brown, and he relapsed
+ into a low laugh at the remembrance of the scene. &ldquo;I call that
+ <i>his</i>
+ extravagance, and not hers.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was a new hat, and a very expensive one, which he had bought for
+ the vacation, and it is quite spoilt.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, my dear; really, if Tom will let girls shoot at his hats, he
+ must take the consequences. He must wear it with the holes, or buy
+ another.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How can he afford another, John? you know how poor he is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Brown drove on now for several minutes without speaking. He knew
+ perfectly well what his wife was coming to now, and, after weighing in his
+ mind the alternatives of accepting battle or making sail and changing the
+ subject altogether, said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You know, my dear, he has brought it on himself. A headlong,
+ generous sort of youngster, like Tom, must be taught early that he can't
+ have his cake and eat his cake. If he likes to lend his money, he must
+ find out that he hasn't it to spend.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, dear, I quite agree with you. But 50L a year is a great deal
+ to make him pay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not a bit too much, Lizzie. His allowance is quite enough without
+ it to keep him like a gentleman. Besides, after all, he gets it in meal or
+ in malt; I have just paid 25L for his gun.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I know how kind and liberal you are to him; only I am so afraid of
+ his getting into debt.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wonder what men would do, if they hadn't some soft-hearted woman
+ always ready to take their parts and pull them out of scrapes,&rdquo; said
+ Mr. Brown. &ldquo;Well, dear, how much do you want to give the boy!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Twenty-five pounds, just for this year. But out of my own
+ allowance, John.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nonsense!&rdquo; replied Mr. Brown; &ldquo;you want your allowance
+ for yourself and the children.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, dear John, I would sooner not do it at all, then, if I may
+ not do it out of my own money.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, have it your own way. I believe you would always look
+ well-dressed, if you never bought another gown. Then, to go back to what
+ we were talking about just now—you will find a room for the girl
+ somehow?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, dear, certainly, as I see you are bent on it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think it would be scarcely civil not to ask her, especially if
+ Katie comes. And I own I think her very pretty, and have taken a great
+ fancy to her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't it odd that Tom should never have said anything about her to
+ us? He has talked of all the rest till I knew them quite well before I
+ went there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; it seems to me the most natural thing in the world.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, dear, very natural. But I can't help wishing he had talked
+ about her more; I should think it less dangerous.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you think Master Tom is in love with her, eh?&rdquo; said Mr.
+ Brown, laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;More unlikely things have happened. You take it very easily,
+ John.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we have all been boys and girls, Lizzie. The world hasn't
+ altered much, I suppose, since I used to get up at five on winter
+ mornings, to ride some twenty miles to cover, on the chance of meeting a
+ young lady on a grey pony. I remember how my poor dear old father used to
+ wonder at it, when our hounds met close by in a better country. I'm afraid
+ I forgot to tell him what a pretty creature 'Gipsy' was, and how well she
+ was ridden.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But Tom is only twenty, and he must go into a profession.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, yes; much to young, I know—too young for anything serious. We
+ had better see them together and then if there is anything in it, we can
+ keep them apart. There cannot be much the matter yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, dear, if you are satisfied, I am sure I am.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ And so the conversation turned on other subjects, and Mr. and Mrs. Brown
+ enjoyed their moonlight drive home through the delicious summer night, and
+ were quite sorry when the groom got down from the hind-seat to open their
+ own gates, at half-past twelve.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ About the same time the festivities at Barton Manor were coming to a
+ close. There had been cold dinner in the tent at six, after the great
+ match of the day; and, after dinner, the announcement of the scores, and
+ the distribution of prizes to the winners. A certain amount of toasts and
+ speechifying followed, which the ladies sat through with the most
+ exemplary appearance of being amused. When their healths had been proposed
+ and acknowledged they retired, and were soon followed by the younger
+ portion of the male sex; and, while the J. P.'s and clergymen sat quietly
+ at their wine, which Mr. Porter took care should be remarkably good, and
+ their wives went to look over the house and have tea, their sons and
+ daughters split up into groups, and some shot handicaps, and some walked
+ about and flirted, and some played at bowls and lawn billiards. And soon
+ the band appeared again from the servants' hall, mightily refreshed; and
+ dancing began on the grass, and in due time was transferred to the tent,
+ when the grass got damp with the night dew; and then to the hall of the
+ house, when the lighting of the tent began to fail. And then there came a
+ supper, extemporized out of the remains of the dinner; after which, papas
+ and mammas began to look at their watches, and remonstrate with daughters,
+ coming up with sparkling eyes and hair a little shaken out of place, and
+ pleading for &ldquo;just one more dance.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You have been going on ever since one o'clock,&rdquo; remonstrate
+ the parents; &ldquo;And are ready to go on till one to-morrow,&rdquo;
+ replied the children. By degrees, however, the frequent sound of wheels
+ was heard, and the dancers got thinner and thinner, till, for the last
+ half hour, some half-dozen couples of young people danced at interminable
+ reel, while Mr. and Mrs. Porter, and a few of the most good-natured
+ matrons of the neighborhood looked on. Soon after midnight the band
+ struck; no amount of negus could get anything more out of them but
+ &ldquo;God save the Queen,&rdquo; which they accordingly played and
+ departed; and then came the final cloaking and driving off of the last
+ guests. Tom and Mary saw the last of them into their carriage at the
+ hall-door, and lingered a moment in the porch.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a lovely night!&rdquo; said Mary. &ldquo;How I hate going to
+ bed!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is a dreadful bore,&rdquo; answered Tom; &ldquo;but here is the
+ butler waiting to shut up; we must go in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I wonder where papa and mama are.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, they are only seeing things put a little to rights. Let us sit
+ here till they come; they must pass by to get to their rooms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>So the two sat down on some hall chairs.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh dear! I wish it were all coming over again to-morrow,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, leaning back, and looking up at the ceiling. &ldquo;By the way,
+ remember I owe you a pair of gloves; what color shall they be?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Any color you like. I can't bear to think of it. I felt so
+ dreadfully ashamed when they all came up, and your mother looked so grave;
+ I am sure she was very angry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor mother! she was thinking of my hat with three arrow-holes in
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I am very sorry, because I wanted them to like me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And so they will; I should like to know who can help it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, I won't have any of your nonsensical compliments. Do you think
+ they enjoyed the day?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I am sure they did. My father said he had never liked an
+ archery meeting so much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But they went away so early.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They had a very long drive, you know. Let me see,&rdquo; he said,
+ feeling in his breast-pocket, &ldquo;mother left me a note, and I have
+ never looked at it till now.&rdquo; He took a slip of paper out and read
+ it, and his face fell.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What is it?&rdquo; said Mary leaning forward.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, nothing; only I must go to-morrow morning.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There, I was sure she was angry.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no; it was written this morning before she came here. I can
+ tell by the paper.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But she will not let you stay here a day, you see.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have been here a good deal, considering all things. I should like
+ never to go away.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps papa might find a place for you, if you asked him. Which
+ should you like,—to be tutor to the boys or gamekeeper?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On the whole, I should prefer the tutorship at present; you take so
+ much interest in the boys.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, because they have no one to look after them now in the
+ holidays. But, when you come as tutor, I shall wash my hands of
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then I shall decline the situation.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How are you going home to-morrow?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall ride round by Englebourn. They wish me to go round and see
+ Katie and Uncle Robert. You talked about riding over there yourself this
+ morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like it so much. But how can we manage it? I can't ride
+ back again by myself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Couldn't you stay and sleep there?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I will ask mamma. No, I'm afraid it can hardly be managed;&rdquo;
+ and so saying, Mary leant back in her chair and began to pull to pieces
+ some flowers she held in her hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't pull them to pieces; give them to me,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ &ldquo;I have kept the rosebud you gave me at Oxford folded up in&rdquo;—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Which you took, you mean to say. No, I won't give you any of
+ them—or, let me see—yes, here is a sprig of lavender; you may have
+ that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Thank you. But, why lavender?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Lavender stands for sincerity. It will remind you of the lecture
+ you gave me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish you would forget that. But you know what flowers mean, then?
+ Do give me a lecture; you owe me one. What do those flowers mean which you
+ will not give me,—the piece of heather for instance?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Heather signifies constancy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And the carnations?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Jealousy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And the heliotrope?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, never mind the heliotrope.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But it is such a favorite of mine. Do tell me what it means?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;<i>Je vous aime</i>,&rdquo; said Mary with a laugh, and a slight
+ blush; &ldquo;it is all nonsense. Oh, here's mamma at last,&rdquo; and she
+ jumped up and went to meet her mother, who came out of the drawing-room,
+ candle in hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear Mary, I thought you were gone to bed,&rdquo; said Mrs.
+ Porter, looking from one to the other seriously.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I'm not the least tired, and I couldn't go without wishing you
+ and papa good night, and thanking you for all the trouble you have
+ taken.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed we ought all to thank you,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;everybody
+ said it was the pleasantest party they had ever been at.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am very glad it went off so well,&rdquo; said Mrs. Porter,
+ gravely; &ldquo;and now, Mary, you must go to bed.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am afraid I must leave you to-morrow morning,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; Mrs. Brown said they expect you at home tomorrow.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am to ride round by Uncle Robert's; would you like one of the
+ boys to go with me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, dear mamma, could not Charley and I ride over to Englebourn? I
+ do so long to see Katie.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, dear; it is much too far for you. We will drive over in a few
+ days' time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so saying, Mrs. Porter wished Tom good night, and led off her
+ daughter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom went slowly up stairs to his room, and, after packing his portmanteau
+ for the carrier to take in the morning, threw up his window and leant out
+ into the night, and watched the light clouds swimming over the moon, and
+ the silver mist folding the water-meadows and willows in its soft cool
+ mantle. His thoughts were such as will occur to any reader who has passed
+ the witching age of twenty; and the scent of the heliotrope-bed in the
+ flower-garden below, seemed to rise very strongly on the night air.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0033"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXII—A CRISIS</h2>
+ <p>
+ In the forenoon of the following day, Tom rode slowly along the street of
+ Englebourn towards the Rectory gate. He had left Barton soon after
+ breakfast, without having been able to exchange a word with Mary except in
+ the presence of her mother, and yet he had felt more anxious than ever
+ before at least to say good bye to her without witnesses. With this view
+ he had been up early, and had whistled a tune in the hall, and held a loud
+ conversation with the boys, who appeared half dressed in the gallery
+ above, while he brushed the dilapidated white hat to let all whom it might
+ concern know that he was on the move. Then he had walked up and down the
+ garden in full view of the windows till the bell rang for prayers. He was
+ in the breakfast room before the bell had done ringing, and Mrs. Porter,
+ followed by her daughter, entered at the same moment. He could not help
+ fancying that the conversation at breakfast was a little constrained, and
+ particularly remarked that nothing was said by the heads of the family
+ when the boys vociferously bewailed his approaching departure, and tried
+ to get him to name some day for his return before their holidays ended.
+ Instead of encouraging the idea, Mrs. Porter reminded Neddy and Charley
+ that they had only ten days more, and had not yet looked at the work they
+ had to do for their tutor in the holidays. Immediately after breakfast
+ Mrs. Porter had wished him good bye herself very kindly, but (he could not
+ help thinking), without that air of near relationship which he had
+ flattered himself was well established between himself and all the members
+ of the Porter family; and then she had added, &ldquo;Now Mary, you must
+ say good bye; I want you to come and help me this morning.&rdquo; He had
+ scarcely looked at her all morning, and now one shake of the hand and she
+ was spirited away in a moment, and he was left standing, dissatisfied and
+ uncomfortable, with a sense of incompleteness in his mind, and as if he
+ had had a thread in his life suddenly broken off, which he could not tell
+ how to get joined again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ However, there was nothing for it but to get off. He had no excuse for
+ delay, and had a long ride before him; so he and the boys went round to
+ the stable. On their passage through the garden, the idea of picking a
+ nosegay and sending it to her by one of the boys came into his head. He
+ gathered the flowers, but then thought better of it and threw them away.
+ What right, after all, had he to be sending flowers to her—above all,
+ flowers to which they had attached a meaning, jokingly it was true; but
+ still a meaning? No, he had no right to do it; it would not be fair to
+ her, or her father or mother, after the kind way in which they had all
+ received him. So he threw away the flowers, and mounted and rode off,
+ watched by the boys, who waved their straw hats as he looked back just
+ before coming to a turn in the road which would take him out of sight of
+ the Manor House. He rode along at a foot's pace for some time, thinking
+ over the events of the past week; and then, beginning to feel purposeless,
+ and somewhat melancholy, urged his horse into a smart trot along the waste
+ land which skirted the road. But, go what pace he would, it mattered not;
+ he could not leave his thoughts behind; so he pulled up again after a mile
+ or so, slackened his reins, and, leaving his horse to pick his own way
+ along the road, betook himself to the serious consideration of his
+ position.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The more he thought of it, the more discontented he became, and the day
+ clouded over as if to suit his temper. He felt as if within the last
+ twenty-four hours he had been somehow unwarrantably interfered with. His
+ mother and Mrs. Porter had both been planning something about him, he felt
+ sure. If they had anything to say, why couldn't they say it out to him?
+ But what could there be to say? Couldn't he and Mary be trusted together
+ without making fools of themselves? He did not stop to analyze his
+ feelings towards her, or to consider whether it was very prudent or
+ desirable for her that they should be thrown so constantly and
+ unreservedly together. He was too much taken up with what he chose to
+ consider his own wrongs for any such consideration.—&ldquo;Why can't they
+ let me alone?&rdquo; was the question which he asked himself perpetually,
+ and it seemed to him the most reasonable one in the world, and that no
+ satisfactory answer was possible to it, except that he ought to be, and
+ should be let alone. And so at last he rode along Englebourn street,
+ convinced that what he had to do before all other things just now was to
+ assert himself properly, and show everyone, even his own mother, that he
+ was no longer a boy to be managed according to anyone's fancies except his
+ own.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He rode straight to the stables and loosed the girths of his horse, and
+ gave particular directions about grooming and feeding him, and stayed in
+ the stall for a few minutes rubbing his ears and fondling him. The
+ antagonism which possessed him for the moment against mankind perhaps made
+ him appreciate the value of his relations with a well-trained beast. He
+ had not been in Englebourn for some years, and the servant did not know
+ him, and answered that Mr. Winter was not out of his room and never saw
+ strangers till the afternoon. Where was Miss Winter, then? She was down
+ the village at Widow Winburn's, and he couldn't tell when she would be
+ back, the man said. The contents of Katie's note of the day before had
+ gone out of his head, but the mention of Betty's name recalled them, and
+ with them something of the kindly feeling which had stirred within him on
+ hearing of her illness. So, saying he would call later to see his uncle,
+ he started again to find the widow's cottage, and his cousin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The servant had directed him to the last house in the village, but, when
+ he got outside of the gate, there were houses in two directions. He looked
+ about for some one and from whom to inquire further, and his eye fell upon
+ our old acquaintance, the constable, coming out of his door with a parcel
+ under his arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The little man was in a brown study, and did not notice Tom's first
+ address. He was in fact anxiously thinking over his old friend's illness
+ and her son's trouble; and was on his way to Farmer Grove's, (having
+ luckily the excuse of taking a coat to be tried on) in the hopes of
+ getting him to interfere and patch up the quarrel between young Tester and
+ Harry.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom's first salute had been friendly enough; no one knew better how to
+ speak to the poor, amongst whom he had lived all his life, than he. But,
+ not getting any answer, and being in a touchy state of mind, he was put
+ out, and shouted—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Hello, my man, can't you hear me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees, I beant dunch,&rdquo; replied the constable, turning and
+ looking at his questioner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought you were, for I spoke loud enough before. Which is Mrs.
+ Winburn's cottage?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The furdest house down ther,&rdquo; he said, pointing, &ldquo;'tis
+ in my way if you've a mind to come.&rdquo; Tom accepted the offer and
+ walked along by the constable.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mrs. Winburn is ill, isn't she,&rdquo; he asked, after looking his
+ guide over.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees, her be—terrible bad,&rdquo; said the constable.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What is the matter with her, do you know?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Zummat o' fits, I hears. Her've had 'em this six year, on and
+ off.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose it's dangerous. I mean she isn't likely to get
+ well?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis in the Lord's hands,&rdquo; replied the constable, &ldquo;but
+ her's that bad wi' pain, at times, 'twould be a mussy if 'twould plaase He
+ to tak' her out on't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps she mightn't think so,&rdquo; said Tom, superciliously; he
+ was not in the mind to agree with anyone. The constable looked at him
+ solemnly for a moment, and then said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Her's been a God-fearin' woman from her youth up, and her's had a
+ deal o' trouble. Thaay as the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and 'tisn't such
+ as thaay as is afeared to go afore Him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I never found that having troubles made people a bit more
+ anxious to get 'out on't,' as you call it,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;It
+ don't seem to me as you can 'a had much o' trouble to judge by,&rdquo;
+ said the constable, who was beginning to be nettled by Tom's manner.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How can you tell that?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Leastways 'twould be whoam-made, then,&rdquo; persisted the
+ constable; &ldquo;and ther's a sight o' odds atween whoam made troubles
+ and thaay as the Lord sends.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So there may; but I may have seen both sorts for anything you can
+ tell.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Nay, nay; the Lord's troubles leaves His marks.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you don't see any of <i>them</i> in my face, eh?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ The constable jerked his head after his own peculiar fashion, but declined
+ to reply directly to this interrogatory. He parried it by one of his own.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;In the doctorin' line, make so bould?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;You don't seem to have such very good
+ eyes, after all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I seed you wasn't old enough to be doin' for yourself, like;
+ but I thought you med ha' been a 'sistant, or summat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, you're just mistaken,&rdquo; said Tom, considerably
+ disgusted at being taken for a country doctor's assistant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I ax your pill-don,&rdquo; said the constable. &ldquo;But if you
+ beant in the doctorin' line, what be gwine to Widow Winburn's for, make so
+ bould?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's my look out, I suppose,&rdquo; said Tom, almost angrily.
+ &ldquo;That's the house, isn't it?&rdquo; and he pointed to the cottage
+ already described, at the corner of Englebourn Copse.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Good day, then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good day,&rdquo; muttered the constable, not at all satisfied with
+ this abrupt close of the conversation, but too unready to prolong it. He
+ went on his own way slowly, looking back often, till he saw the door open,
+ after which he seemed better satisfied, and ambled out of sight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The old snuffler!&rdquo; thought Tom, as be strode up to the
+ cottage door,—&ldquo;a ranter, I'll be bound, with his Lord's troubles,'
+ and 'Lord's hands,' and 'Lord's marks.' I hope Uncle Robert hasn't many
+ such in the parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He knocked at the cottage door, and in a few seconds it opened gently, and
+ Katie slipped out with her finger on her lips. She made a slight gesture
+ of surprise at seeing him, and held out her hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;she is asleep. You are not in a
+ hurry?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not particularly,&rdquo; he answered, abruptly; for there was
+ something in her voice and manner which jarred with his humor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; she said again, &ldquo;you must not speak so loud. We
+ can sit down here, and talk quietly. I shall hear if she moves.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So he sat down opposite to her in the little porch of the cottage. She
+ left the door ajar, so that she might catch the least movement of her
+ patient, and then turned to him with a bright smile, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I am so glad to see you! What good wind blows you
+ here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No particularly good wind, that I know of. Mary showed me your
+ letter yesterday, and mother wished me to come round here on my way home;
+ and so here I am.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And how did the party go off? I long to hear about it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well; half the county were there, and it was all very well
+ done.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And how did dear Mary look?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, just as usual. But now, Katie, why didn't you come? Mary and
+ all of us were so disappointed.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I thought you read my letter?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, so I did.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then you know the reason.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't call it a reason. Really, you have no right to shut
+ yourself up from everything. You will be getting moped to death.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But do I look moped?&rdquo; she said; and he looked at her, and
+ couldn't help admitting to himself, reluctantly, that she did not. So he
+ re-opened fire from another point.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will wear yourself out, nursing every old woman in the
+ parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I don't nurse every old woman.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, there is no one here but you to-day, now,&rdquo; he said, with
+ a motion of his head towards the cottage.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, because I have let the regular nurse go home for a few hours.
+ Besides, this is a special case. You don't know what a dear old soul Betty
+ is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I do; I remember her ever since I was a child.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, I forgot; I have often heard her talk of you. Then you ought
+ not to be surprised at anything I may do for her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She is a good, kind old woman, I know. But still I must say, Katie,
+ you ought to think of your friends and relations a little, and what you
+ owe to society.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I do think of my friends and relations very much, and I
+ should have liked, of all things, to have been with you yesterday. You
+ ought to be pitying me, instead of scolding me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear Katie, you know I didn't mean to scold you; and nobody
+ admires the way you give yourself up to visiting, and all that sort of
+ thing, more than I; only you ought to have a little pleasure sometimes.
+ People have a right to think of themselves and their own happiness a
+ little.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps I don't find visiting and all that sort of thing so very
+ miserable. But now, Tom, you saw in my letter that poor Betty's son has
+ got into trouble?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; and that is what brought on her attack, you said.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I believe so. She was in a sad state about him all yesterday,—so
+ painfully eager and anxious. She is better today, but still I think it
+ would do her good if you would see her, and say you will be a friend to
+ her son. Would you mind?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was just what I wished to do yesterday. I will do all I can for
+ him, I'm sure. I always liked him as a boy; you can tell her that. But I
+ don't feel, somehow—today, at least—as if I could do any good by seeing
+ her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, why not?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't think I'm in the right humor. Is she very ill?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, very ill indeed; I don't think she can recover.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you see, Katie, I'm not used to death-beds. I shouldn't say
+ the right sort of thing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean—the right sort of thing?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you know. I couldn't talk to her about her soul. I'm not fit
+ for it, and it isn't my place.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, indeed, it isn't. But you can remind her of old times and say a
+ kind word about her son.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well, if you don't think I shall do any harm.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure it will comfort her. And now tell me about
+ yesterday.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They sat talking for some time in the same low tone, and Tom began to
+ forget his causes of quarrel with the world, and gave an account of the
+ archery party from his own point of view. Katie saw, with a woman's
+ quickness, that he avoided mentioning Mary, and smiled to herself and drew
+ her own conclusions.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At last, there was a slight movement in the cottage, and laying her hand
+ on his arm, she got up quickly, and went in. In a few minutes she came to
+ the door again.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How is she?&rdquo; asked Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, much the same; but she has waked without pain, which is a great
+ blessing. Now, are you ready?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; you must go with me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come in, then.&rdquo; She turned, and he followed into the cottage.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Betty's bed had been moved into the kitchen, for the sake of light and
+ air. He glanced at the corner where it stood with almost a feeling of awe,
+ as he followed his cousin on tip-toe. It was all he could do to recognize
+ the pale, drawn face which lay on the coarse pillow. The rush of old
+ memories which the sight called up, and the thought of the suffering of
+ his poor old friend touched him deeply.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie went to the bed-side, and, stooping down, smoothed the pillow, and
+ placed her hand for a moment on the forehead of her patient. Then she
+ looked up, and beckoned to him, and said, in her low, clear voice,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Betty, here is an old friend come to see you; my cousin, Squire
+ Brown's son. You remember him quite a little boy?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old woman moved her head towards the voice, and smiled, but gave no
+ further sign of recognition. Tom stole across the floor, and sat down by
+ the bed-side.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes, Betty,&rdquo; he said, leaning towards her and speaking
+ softly, &ldquo;you must remember me. Master Tom who used to come to your
+ cottage on baking days for hot bread, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To be sure I minds un, bless his little heart,&rdquo; said the old
+ woman faintly. &ldquo;Hev he come to see poor Betty? Do'ee let un com',
+ and lift un up so as I med see un. My sight be getting dim-like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here he is, Betty,&rdquo; said Tom, taking her hand—a hardworking
+ hand, lying there with the skin all puckered from long and daily
+ acquaintance with the washing-tub—&ldquo;I'm Master Tom.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, dearee me,&rdquo; she said slowly, looking at him with
+ lustreless eyes. &ldquo;Well, you be growed into a fine young gentleman,
+ surely. And how's the Squire and Madam Brown, and all the fam'ly?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, very well, Betty,—they will be so sorry to hear of your
+ illness.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But there ain't no hot bread for un. 'Tis ill to bake wi' no fuz
+ bushes, and the bakers' stuff is poor for hungry folk.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm within three months as old as your Harry, you know,&rdquo; said
+ Tom, trying to lead her back to the object of his visit.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Harry,&rdquo; she repeated, and then collecting herself went on,
+ &ldquo;our Harry; where is he? They haven't sent un to prison, and his
+ mother a dyin'?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, no, Betty; he will be here directly. I came to ask whether
+ there is anything I can do for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'll stand by un, poor buoy—our Harry, as you used to play wi'
+ when you was little—'twas they as aggravated un so he couldn't abear it,
+ afore ever he'd a struck a fly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, Betty; I will see that he has fair play. Don't trouble about
+ that, it will be all right. You must be quite quiet, and not trouble
+ yourself about anything, that you may get well and about again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nay, nay, Master Tom. I be gwine whoam; ees, I be gwine whoam to my
+ maester, Harry's father—I knows I be—and you'll stand by un when I be
+ gone; and Squire Brown 'll say a good word for un to the justices?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, Betty, that he will. But you must cheer up, and you'll get
+ better yet; don't be afraid.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I beant afeard, Master Tom; no, bless you, I beant afeard but what
+ the Lord'll be mussiful to a poor lone woman like me, as has had a sore
+ time of it since my measter died wi' a hungry boy like our Harry to kep,
+ back and belly; and the rheumatics terrible bad all winter time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm sure, Betty, you have done your duty by him, and everyone
+ else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dwontee speak o' doin's, Master Tom. 'Tis no doin's o' ourn as'll
+ make any odds where I be gwine.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom did not know what to answer; so he pressed her hand and said,—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Betty, I am very glad I have seen you once more; I sha'n't
+ forget it. Harry sha'n't want a friend while I live.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Lord bless you, Master Tom, for that word,&rdquo; said the
+ dying woman, returning the pressure, as her eyes filled with tears. Katie,
+ who had been watching her carefully from the other side of the bed, made
+ him a sign to go.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good-bye, Betty&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I won't forget, you may be
+ sure; God bless you;&rdquo; and then, disengaging his hand gently, went
+ out again into the porch, where he sat down to wait for his cousin.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In a few minutes the nurse returned, and Katie came out of the cottage
+ soon afterwards.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now I will walk up home with you,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;You must
+ come in and see papa. Well, I'm sure you must be glad you went in. Was not
+ I right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, indeed; I wish I could have said something more to comfort
+ her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You couldn't have said more. It was just what she wanted.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But where is her son? I ought to see him before I go.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He has gone to the doctor's for some medicine. He will be back
+ soon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I must see him; and I should like to do something for him at
+ once. I'm not very flush of money, but I must give you something for him.
+ You'll take it; I shouldn't like to offer it to him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hardly think he wants money; they are well off now. He earns good
+ wages, and Betty has done her washing up to this week.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but he will be fined, I suppose, for this assault; and then,
+ if she should die, there will be the funeral expenses.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well; as you please,&rdquo; she said; and Tom proceeded to
+ hand over to her all his ready money, except a shilling or two. After
+ satisfying his mind thus, he looked at her, and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you know, Katie, I don't think I ever saw you so happy and in
+ such spirits?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There now! And yet you began talking to me as if I were looking sad
+ enough to turn all the beer in the parish sour.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, so you ought to be, according to Cocker, spending all your
+ time in sick rooms.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;According to who?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;According to Cocker.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Who is Cocker?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I don't know; some old fellow who wrote the rules of
+ arithmetic, I believe; it's only a bit of slang. But, I repeat, you have a
+ right to be sad, and it's taking an unfair advantage of your relations to
+ look as pleasant as you do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie laughed. &ldquo;You ought not to say so, at any rate,&rdquo; she
+ said, &ldquo;for you look all the pleasanter for your visit to a sick
+ room.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Did I look very unpleasant before?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I don't think you were in a very good humor.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I was in a very bad humor, and talking to you and poor old
+ Betty has set me right, I think. But you said hers was a special case. It
+ must be very sad work in general.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only when one sees people in great pain, or when they are wicked,
+ and quarreling, or complaining about nothing; then I do get very low
+ sometimes. But even then it is much better than keeping to one's self.
+ Anything is better than thinking of one's self, and one's own
+ troubles.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I dare say you are right,&rdquo; said Tom, recalling his morning's
+ meditations, &ldquo;especially when one's troubles are homemade. Look,
+ here's an old fellow who gave me a lecture on that subject before I saw
+ you this morning, and took me for the apothecary's boy.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They were almost opposite David's door, at which he stood with a piece of
+ work in his hand. He had seen Miss Winter from his look-out window, and
+ had descended from his board in hopes of hearing news.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie returned his respectful and anxious salute, and said, &ldquo;She is
+ no worse, David. We left her quite out of pain and very quiet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, 'tis to be hoped as she'll hev a peaceful time on't now, poor
+ soul,&rdquo; said David; &ldquo;I've a been to Farmer Groves', and I hope
+ as he'll do summat about Harry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm glad to hear it,&rdquo; said Miss Winter, &ldquo;and my cousin
+ here, who knew Harry very well when they were little boys together, has
+ promised to help him. This is Harry's best friend,&rdquo; she said to Tom,
+ &ldquo;who has done more than anyone to keep him right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David seemed a little embarrassed, and began jerking his head about when
+ his acquaintance of the morning, whom he had scarcely noticed before, was
+ introduced by Miss Winter as &ldquo;my cousin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish to do all I can for him,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;and I'm
+ very glad to have made your acquaintance. You must let me know whenever I
+ can help;&rdquo; and he took out a card and handed it to David, who looked
+ at it, and then said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I be to write to you, sir, then, if Harry gets into
+ trouble?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; but we must keep him out of trouble, even home-made ones,
+ which don't leave good marks, you know,&rdquo; said Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And thaay be nine out o' ten o' aal as comes to a man, sir&rdquo;
+ said David &ldquo;as I've a told Harry scores o' times.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That seems to be your text, David,&rdquo; said Tom, laughing.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, and 'tis a good un too, sir. Ax Miss Winter else. 'Tis a sight
+ better to hev the Lord's troubles while you be about it, for thaay as
+ hasn't makes wus for themselves out o' nothin'. Dwon't 'em, Miss?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; you know that I agree with you, David.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good-bye, then,&rdquo; said Tom, holding out his hand, &ldquo;and
+ mind you let me hear from you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a queer old bird, with his whole wisdom of man packed up small
+ for ready use, like a quack doctor,&rdquo; he said, as soon as they were
+ out of hearing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, he isn't the least like a quack doctor. I don't know a
+ better man in the parish, though he is rather obstinate, like all the rest
+ of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I didn't mean to say anything against him, I assure you,&rdquo;
+ said Tom; &ldquo;on the contrary, I think him a fine old fellow. But I
+ didn't think so this morning, when he showed me the way to Betty's
+ cottage.&rdquo; The fact was that Tom saw all things and persons with
+ quite a different pair of eyes from those which he had been provided with
+ when he arrived in Englebourn that morning. He even made allowances for
+ old Mr. Winter, who was in his usual querulous state at luncheon, though
+ perhaps it would have been difficult in the whole neighborhood to find a
+ more pertinent comment on, and illustration of, the constable's text than
+ the poor old man furnished, with his complaints about his own health, and
+ all he had to do and think of, for everybody about him. It did strike Tom,
+ however, as very wonderful how such a character as Katie's could have
+ grown up under the shade of, and in constant contact with, such a one as
+ her father's. He wished his uncle good-bye soon after luncheon, and he and
+ Katie started again down the village—she to return to her nursing and he
+ on his way home. He led his horse by the bridle and walked by her side
+ down the street. She pointed to the Hawk's Lynch as they walked along, and
+ said, &ldquo;You should ride up there; it is scarcely out of your way.
+ Mary and I used to walk there every day when she was here, and she was so
+ fond of it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At the cottage they found Harry Winburn. He came out, and the two young
+ men shook hands, and looked one another over, and exchanged a few shy
+ sentences. Tom managed with difficulty to say the little he had to say,
+ but tried to make up for it by a hearty manner. It was not the time or
+ place for any unnecessary talk; so in a few minutes he was mounted and
+ riding up the slope towards the heath. &ldquo;I should say he must be half
+ a stone lighter than I,&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;and not quite so tall;
+ but he looks as hard as iron, and tough as whipcord. What a No. 7 he'd
+ make in a heavy crew! Poor fellow, he seems dreadfully cut up. I hope I
+ shall be able to be of use to him. Now for this place which Katie showed
+ me from the village street.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He pressed his horse up the steep side of the Hawk's Lynch. The
+ exhilaration of the scramble, and the sense of power, and of some slight
+ risk, which he felt as he helped on the gallant beast with hand and knee
+ and heel, while the loose turf and stones flew from his hoofs and rolled
+ down the hill behind them, made Tom's eyes kindle and his pulse beat
+ quicker as he reached the top and pulled up under the Scotch firs.
+ &ldquo;This was her favorite walk, then. No wonder. What an air, and what
+ a view!&rdquo; He jumped off his horse, slipped the bridle over his arm,
+ and let him pick away at the short grass and tufts of heath, as he himself
+ first stood, and then sat, and looked out over the scene which she had so
+ often looked over. She might have sat on the very spot he was sitting on;
+ she must have taken in the same expanse of wood and meadow, village and
+ park, and dreamy, distant hill. Her presence seemed to fill the air round
+ him. A rush of new thoughts and feelings swam through his brain and
+ carried him, a willing piece of drift man, along with them. He gave
+ himself up to the stream and revelled in them. His eye traced back the
+ road along which he had ridden in the morning, and rested on the Barton
+ woods, just visible in the distance, on this side of the point where all
+ outline except that of the horizon began to be lost. The flickering July
+ air seemed to beat in a pulse of purple glory over the spot. The soft wind
+ which blew straight from Barton seemed laden with her name, and whispered
+ it in the firs, over his head. Every nerve in his body was bounding with
+ new life, and he could sit still no longer. He rose, sprang on his horse,
+ and, with a shout of joy, turned from the vale and rushed away on to the
+ heath, northwards towards his home behind the chalk hills. He had ridden
+ into Englebourn in the morning an almost unconscious dabbler by the margin
+ of the great stream; he rode from the Hawk's Lynch in the afternoon over
+ head and ears and twenty, a hundred, ay, unnumbered fathoms below that,
+ deep; consciously, and triumphantly in love.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But at what a pace, and in what a form! Love, at least in his first
+ access, must be as blind a horseman as he is an archer. The heath was
+ rough with peat-cutting and turf-cutting and many a deep-rutted farm road,
+ and tufts of heather and furze. Over them and through them went horse and
+ man—horse rising seven and man twenty off, a well-matched pair in age for
+ a wild ride—headlong towards the north, till a blind rut somewhat deeper
+ than usual put an end to their career, and sent the good horse staggering
+ forward some thirty feet on to his nose and knees, and Tom over his
+ shoulder, on to his back in the heather.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it's lucky it's no worse,&rdquo; thought our hero, as he
+ picked himself up and anxiously examined the horse, who stood trembling
+ and looking wildly puzzled at the whole proceeding; &ldquo;I hope he
+ hasn't overreached. What will the governor say? His knees are all right.
+ Poor old boy!&rdquo; he said, patting him; &ldquo;no wonder you look
+ astonished. You're not in love. Come along; we won't make fools of
+ ourselves any more. What is it?—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ 'A true love forsaken a new love may get,
+ But a neck that's once broken can never be set.'
+</pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ What stuff! one may get a neck set for anything I know; but a new
+ love—blasphemy!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The rest of the ride passed off soberly enough, except in Tom's brain,
+ wherein were built up in gorgeous succession castles such as we have all
+ built, I suppose, before now. And with the castles were built up side by
+ side good honest resolves to be worthy of her, and win her and worship her
+ with body, and mind, and soul. And, as a first installment, away to the
+ winds went all the selfish morning thoughts; and he rode down the northern
+ slope of the chalk hills a dutiful and affectionate son, at peace with
+ Mrs. Porter, honoring her for her care of the treasure which he was
+ seeking, and in good time for dinner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, dear,&rdquo; said Mrs. Brown to her husband when they were
+ alone that night, &ldquo;did you ever see Tom in such spirits, and so
+ gentle and affectionate? Dear boy; there can be nothing the matter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Didn't I tell you so,&rdquo; replied Mr. Brown; &ldquo;you women
+ have always got some nonsense in your heads as soon as your boys have a
+ hair on their chin or your girls begin to put up their back hair.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, John, say what you will, I'm sure Mary Porter is a very
+ sweet, taking girl, and—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am quite of the same opinion,&rdquo; said Mr. Brown, &ldquo;and
+ am very glad you have written to ask them here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>And so the worthy couple went happily to bed.</p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0034"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXIII—BROWN PATRONUS</h2>
+ <p>
+ On a Saturday afternoon in August, a few weeks after the eventful ride,
+ Tom returned to the Englebourn Rectory to stay over Sunday, and attend
+ Betty Winburn's funeral. He was strangely attracted to Harry by the
+ remembrance of their old boyish rivalry; by the story which he had heard
+ from his cousin, of the unwavering perseverance with which the young
+ peasant clung to and pursued his suit for Simon's daughter; but, more than
+ all, by the feeling of gratitude with which he remembered the effect his
+ visit to Betty's sick room had had on him, on the day of his ride from
+ Barton Manor. On that day he knew that he had ridden into Englebourn in a
+ miserable mental fog, and had ridden out of it in sunshine, which had
+ lasted through the intervening weeks. Somehow or another he had been set
+ straight then and there, turned into the right road and out of the wrong
+ one, at what he very naturally believed to be the most critical moment of
+ his life.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Without stopping to weigh accurately the respective merits of the several
+ persons whom he came in contact with that day, he credited them all with a
+ large amount of gratitude and good-will, and Harry with his mother's share
+ as well as his own. So he had been longing to <i>do</i> something for him
+ ever since. The more he rejoiced in, and gave himself up to his own new
+ sensations, the more did his gratitude become as it were a burden to him;
+ and yet no opportunity offered of letting off some of it in action. The
+ magistrates, taking into consideration the dangerous state of his mother,
+ had let Harry off with a reprimand for his assault; so there was nothing
+ to be done there. He wrote to Katie offering more money for the Winburns;
+ but she declined—adding, however, to her note, by way of postscript, that
+ he might give it to her clothing club or coal club. Then came the news of
+ Betty's death, and an intimation from Katie that she thought Harry would
+ be much gratified if he would attend the funeral. He jumped at the
+ suggestion. All Englebourn, from the Hawk's Lynch to the Rectory, was
+ hallowed ground to him. The idea of getting back there, so much nearer to
+ Barton Manor, filled him with joy, which he tried in vain to repress when
+ he thought of the main object of his visit on the present occasion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He arrived in time to go and shake hands with Harry before dinner; and,
+ though scarcely a word passed between them, he saw with delight that he
+ had evidently given pleasure to the mourner. Then he had a charming long
+ evening with Katie, walking in the garden with her between dinner and tea,
+ and after tea discoursing in low tones over her work-table, while Mr.
+ Winter benevolently slept in his arm-chair. Their discourse branched into
+ many paths, but managed always somehow to end in the sayings, beliefs, and
+ perfections of the young lady of Barton Manor. Tom wondered how it had
+ happened so when he got to his own room, as he fancied he had not betrayed
+ himself in the least. He had determined to keep resolutely on his guard,
+ and to make a confident of no living soul till he was twenty-one, and,
+ though sorely tempted to break his resolution in favor of Katie, had
+ restrained himself. He might have spared himself all the trouble; but this
+ he did not know, being unversed in the ways of women, and all unaware of
+ the subtlety and quickness of their intuitions in all matters connected
+ with the heart. Poor, dear, stolid, dim-sighted mankind, how they do see
+ through us and walk round us!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The funeral on the Sunday afternoon between churches had touched him much,
+ being the first he had ever attended. He walked next behind the chief
+ mourner—the few friends, amongst whom David was conspicuous, yielding
+ place to him. He stood beside Harry in church, and at the open grave, and
+ made the responses as firmly as he could, and pressed his shoulder against
+ his, when he felt the strong frame of the son trembling with the weight
+ and burden of his resolutely suppressed agony. When they parted at the
+ cottage door, to which Tom accompanied the mourner and his old and tried
+ friend David, though nothing but a look and a grasp of the hand passed
+ between them, he felt that they were bound by a new and invisible bond;
+ and, as he walked back up the village and passed the churchyard, where the
+ children were playing about on the graves, stopping every now and then to
+ watch the sexton as he stamped down and filled in the mould on the last
+ made one beside which he himself stood as a mourner—and heard the bells
+ beginning to chime for the afternoon service, he resolved within himself
+ that he would be a true and helpful friend to the widow's son. On this
+ subject he could talk freely to Katie; and he did so that evening,
+ expounding how much one in his position could do for a young laboring man
+ if he was really bent on it, and building up grand castles for Harry, the
+ foundations of which rested on his own determination to benefit and
+ patronize him. Katie listened half doubtingly at first, but was soon led
+ away by his confidence, and poured out the tea in the full belief that
+ with Tom's powerful aid all would go well. After which they took to
+ reading the &ldquo;Christian Year&rdquo; together, and branched into
+ discussions on profane poetry, which Katie considered scarcely proper for
+ the evening, but which, nevertheless, being of such rare occurrence with
+ her, she had not the heart to stop.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next morning Tom was to return home. After breakfast he began the
+ subject of his future plans for Harry again, when Katie produced a small
+ paper packet which she handed to him, saying—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Here is your money again.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What money?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The money you left with me for Harry Winburn. I thought at the time
+ that most probably he would not take it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But are you sure he doesn't want it? Did you try hard to get him to
+ take it?&rdquo; said Tom, holding out his hand reluctantly for the money.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not myself. I couldn't offer him money myself, of course; but I
+ sent it by David, and begged him to do all he could to persuade him to
+ take it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, and why wouldn't he?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he said the club-money which was coming in was more than enough
+ to pay for the funeral and for himself he didn't want it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How provoking! I wonder if old David really did his best to get him
+ to take it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I am sure he did. But you ought to be very glad to find some
+ independence in a poor man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bother his independence! I don't like to feel that it costs me
+ nothing but talk—I want to pay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, Tom, if you knew the poor as well as I do, you wouldn't say so.
+ I am afraid there are not two other men in the parish who would have
+ refused your money. The fear of undermining their independence takes away
+ all my pleasure in giving.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Undermining! Why, Katie, I am sure I have heard you mourn over
+ their stubbornness and unreasonableness.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes; they are often provokingly stubborn and unreasonable, and
+ yet not independent about money, or anything they can get out of you.
+ Besides, I acknowledge that I have become wiser of late; I used to like to
+ see them dependent and cringing to me, but now I dread it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you would like David to give in about the singing, wouldn't
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, if he would give in I should be very proud. I have learnt a
+ great deal from him; I used positively to dislike him; but, now that I
+ know him, I think him the best man in the parish. If he ever does give
+ in—and I think he will—it will be worth anything, just because he is so
+ independent.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's all very well; but what am I to do to show Harry Winburn
+ that I mean to be his friend, if he won't take money from me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You have come over to his mother's funeral—he will think more of
+ that than of all the money you could give him; and you can show sympathy
+ for him in a great many ways.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I must try. By the way, about his love affair; is the young
+ lady at home? I have never seen her, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No she is away with an aunt, looking out for a place. I have
+ persuaded her to get one, and leave home again for the present. Her father
+ is quite well now, and she is not wanted.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it seems I can't do any good with her, then; but could I not
+ go and talk to her father about Harry? I might help him in that
+ way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You must be very careful; Simon is such an odd-tempered old
+ man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I'm not afraid; he and I are great chums; and a little soft
+ soap will go a long way with him. Fancy, if I could get him this very
+ morning to 'sanction Harry's suit,' as the phrase is, what should you
+ think of me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should think very highly of your powers of persuasion.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Not the least daunted by his cousin's misgivings, Tom started in quest of
+ Simon, and found him at work in front of the greenhouse, surrounded by
+ many small pots and heaps of finely sifted mould, and absorbed in his
+ occupation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon was a rough, stolid Berkshire rustic, somewhat of a tyrant in the
+ bosom of his family, an unmanageable servant, a cross-grained
+ acquaintance; as a citizen, stiff-necked, and a grumbler, who thought that
+ nothing ever went right in the parish; but, withal, a thoroughly honest
+ worker; and, when allowed to go his own way—and no other way would he go,
+ as his mistress had long since discovered—there was no man who earned his
+ daily bread more honestly. He took a pride in his work, and the Rectory
+ garden was always trim and well kept, and the beds bright with flowers
+ from early spring till late autumn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was absorbed in what he was about, and Tom came up close to him without
+ attracting the least sign of recognition; so he stopped, and opened the
+ conversation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good day, Simon; it's a pleasure to see a garden looking so gay as
+ yours.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon looked up from his work, and, when he saw who it was, touched his
+ battered old hat, and answered,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Mornin' sir! Ees, you finds me allus in blume&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I do, Simon; but how do you manage it? I should like to tell
+ my father's gardener.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis no use to tell un if a haven't found out for hisself. 'Tis
+ nothing but lookin' a bit forrard and farm-yard stuff as does it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there's plenty of farm-yard stuff at home, and yet, somehow,
+ we never look half so bright as you do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;May be as your gardener just takes and hits it auver the top o' the
+ ground, and lets it lie. That's no kind o' good, that beant—'tis the roots
+ as wants the stuff; and you med jist as well take and put a round o' beef
+ agin my back bwone as hit the stuff auver the ground, and never see as it
+ gets to the roots o' the plants.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I don't think it can be that,&rdquo; said Tom laughing;
+ &ldquo;our gardener seems always to be digging his manure in, but somehow
+ he can't make it come out in flowers as you do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ther' be mwore waays o' killin' a cat besides choking on un wi'
+ crame,&rdquo; said Simon, chuckling in his turn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's true Simon,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;the fact is, a gardener
+ must know his business as well as you to be always in bloom, eh?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's about it, sir,&rdquo; said Simon, on whom the flattery was
+ beginning to tell.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom saw this, and thought he might now feel his way a little further with
+ the old man.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm over on a sad errand,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I've been to poor
+ Widow Winburn's funeral—she was an old friend of yours, I think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees; I minds her long afore she wur married,&rdquo; said Simon,
+ turning to his pots again.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;She wasn't an old woman, after all,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Sixty-two year old cum Michaelmas,&rdquo; said Simon.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, she ought to have been a strong woman for another ten years
+ at least; why, you must be older than she by some years, Simon, and you
+ can do a good day's work yet with any man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon went on with his potting without replying except by a carefully
+ measured grunt, sufficient to show that he had heard the remark, and was
+ not much impressed by it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom saw that he must change his attack; so, after watching Simon for a
+ minute, he began again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wonder why it is that the men of your time of life are so much
+ stronger than the young ones in constitution. Now, I don't believe there
+ are three young men in Englebourn who would have got over that fall you
+ had at Farmer Groves' so quick as you have; most young men would have been
+ crippled for life by it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Zo 'em would, the young wosbirds. I dwont make no account on
+ 'em,&rdquo; said Simon.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you don't feel any the worse for it, Simon?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Narra mossel,&rdquo; replied Simon; but presently he seemed to
+ recollect something, and added, &ldquo;I wun't saay but what I feels it at
+ times when I've got to stoop about much.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Simon. Then you oughtn't to have so
+ much stooping to do; potting, and that sort of thing, is the work for you,
+ I should think, and just giving an eye to everything about the place.
+ Anybody could do the digging and setting out cabbages, and your time is
+ only wasted at it.&rdquo;—Tom had now found the old man's weak point.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees, sir, and so I tells miss,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;but wi'
+ nothin' but a bit o' glass no bigger'n a cowcumber frame, 'tis all as a
+ man can do to keep a few plants alive droo' the winter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; said Tom, looking round at the very respectable
+ greenhouse which Simon had contemptuously likened to a cucumber-frame,
+ &ldquo;you ought to have at least another house as big as this for
+ forcing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Master ain't pleased, he ain't,&rdquo; said Simon, &ldquo;if he
+ dwon't get his things, his spring wegetables, and his strawberries, as
+ early as though we'd a got forcin' pits and glass like other folk. 'Tis a
+ year and mwore since he promised as I sh'd hev glass along that ther'
+ wall, but 'tis no nigher comin' as I can see. I be to spake to miss about
+ it now, and, when I spakes to her, 'tis, 'oh, Simon, we must wait till the
+ 'spensary's 'stablished,' or 'oh, Simon, last winter wur a werry tryin
+ wun, and the sick club's terrible bad off for funds,'—and so we gwoes on,
+ and med gwo on for aught as I can see, so long as there's a body sick or
+ bad off in all the parish. And that'll be all us. For, what wi' wisitin'
+ on 'em, and sendin' on 'em dinners, and a'al the doctor's stuff as is
+ served out o' the 'spensary—wy, 'tis enough to keep 'em bad a'al ther'
+ lives. Ther ain't no credit in gettin' well. Ther' wur no sich a caddle
+ about sick folk when I wur a bwoy.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon had never been known to make such a long speech before, and Tom
+ argued well for his negotiation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Simon,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I've been talking to my cousin,
+ and I think she will do what you want now. The dispensary is set up, and
+ the people are very healthy. How much glass should you want, now, along
+ that wall?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;A matter o' twenty fit or so,&rdquo; said Simon.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think that can be managed,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;I'll speak to
+ my cousin about it; and then you would have plenty to do in the houses,
+ and you'd want a regular man under you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees; 'twould take two on us reg'lar to kep things as they should
+ be.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you ought to have somebody who knows what he is about. Can you
+ think of anyone who would do, Simon?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ther's a young chap as works for Squire Wurley. I've heard as he
+ wants to better hisself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But he isn't an Englebourn man. Isn't there anyone in the
+ parish?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ne'er a one as I knows on.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What do you think of Harry Winburn—he seems a good hand with
+ flowers?&rdquo; The words had scarcely passed his lips when Tom saw that
+ he had made a mistake. Old Simon retired into himself at once, and a
+ cunning, distrustful look came over his face. There was no doing anything
+ with him. Even the new forcing house had lost its attractions for him, and
+ Tom, after some further ineffectual attempts to bring him round, returned
+ to the house somewhat crestfallen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, how have you succeeded?&rdquo; said Katie, looking up from
+ her work, as he came in and sat down near her table. Tom shook his head.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm afraid I've made a regular hash of it,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I
+ thought at first I had quite come round the old savage by praising the
+ garden, and promising that you would let him have a new house.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean to say you did that?&rdquo; said Katie, stopping her
+ work.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, but I did, though. I was drawn on, you know. I saw it was
+ the right card to play; so I couldn't help it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, Tom! how could you do so? We don't want another house the least
+ in the world; it is only Simon's vanity. He wants to beat the gardener at
+ the grange at the flower shows. Every penny will have to come out of what
+ papa allows me for the parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't be afraid, Katie; you won't have to spend a penny. Of course
+ I reserved a condition. The new house was to be put up if he would take
+ Harry as an under-gardener.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What did he say to that?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, he said nothing. I never came across such an old Turk. How
+ you have spoiled him! If he isn't pleased, he won't take the trouble to
+ answer you a word. I was very near telling him a piece of my mind. But he
+ <i>looked</i>
+ all the more. I believe he would poison Harry if he came here. What can
+ have made him hate him so?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is jealous of him. Mary and I were so foolish as to praise poor
+ Betty's flowers before Simon, and he has never forgiven it. I think, too,
+ that he suspects, somehow, that we talked about getting Harry here. I
+ ought to have told you, but I quite forgot it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it can't be helped. I don't think I can do any good in that
+ quarter; so now I shall be off to the Grange to see what I can do
+ there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Harry is afraid of being turned out of his cottage. I saw how
+ it worried him, thinking about it; so I shall go to the Grange, and say a
+ good word for him. Wurley can't refuse if I offer to pay the rent
+ myself—it's only six pounds a year. Of course, I sha'n't tell Harry; and
+ he will pay it all the same; but it may make all the difference with
+ Wurley, who is a regular screw.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Do you know Mr. Wurley?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, just to speak to. He knows all about me, and he will be very
+ glad to be civil.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No doubt he will; but I don't like your going to his house. You
+ don't know what a bad man he is. Nobody but men on the turf, and that sort
+ of people, go there now; and I believe he thinks of nothing but gambling
+ and game-preserving.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes; I know all about him. The county people are beginning to
+ look shy at him; so he'll be all the more likely to do what I ask
+ him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you won't get intimate with him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You needn't be afraid of that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is a sad house to go to—I hope it won't do you any harm.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, Katie!&rdquo; said Tom, with a smile not altogether cheerful,
+ &ldquo;I don't think you need be anxious about that. When one has been a
+ year at Oxford, there isn't much snow left to soil; so now I am off. I
+ must give myself plenty of time to cook Wurley.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I suppose I must not hinder you,&rdquo; said Katie. &ldquo;I
+ do hope you will succeed in some of your kind plans for Harry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall do my best; and it is a great thing to have somebody
+ besides oneself to think about and try to help—some poor person—don't you
+ think so, even for a man?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course I do. I am sure you can't be happy without it, any more
+ than I. We shouldn't be our mother's children if we could be.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, good-bye, dear; you can't think how I enjoy these glimpses of
+ you and your work. You must give my love to Uncle Robert.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so they bade each other adieu, lovingly, after the manner of cousins,
+ and Tom rode away with a very soft place in his heart for his cousin
+ Katie. It was not the least the same sort of passionate feeling of worship
+ with which he regarded Mary. The two feelings could lie side by side in
+ his heart with plenty of room to spare. In fact, his heart had been
+ getting so big in the last few weeks that it seemed capable of taking in
+ the whole of mankind, not to mention woman, till, on the whole, it may be
+ safely asserted that, had matters been at all in a more forward state, and
+ could she have seen exactly what was passing in his mind, Mary would
+ probably have objected to the kind of affection which he felt for his
+ cousin at this particular time. The joke about cousinly love is probably
+ as old, and certainly as true, as Solomon's proverbs. However, as matters
+ stood, it could be no concern of Mary's what his feelings were towards
+ Katie, or any other person.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom rode in at the lodge gate of the Grange soon after eleven o'clock, and
+ walked his horse slowly through the park, admiring the splendid timber,
+ and thinking how he should break his request to the owner of the place.
+ But his thoughts were interrupted by the proceedings of the rabbits, which
+ were out by hundreds all along the sides of the plantations, and round the
+ great trees. A few of the nearest just deigned to notice him by scampering
+ to their holes under the roots of the antlered oaks, into which some of
+ them popped with a disdainful kick of their hind legs, while others turned
+ round, sat up, and looked at him. As he neared the house he passed a
+ keeper's cottage, and was saluted by the barking of dogs from the
+ neighboring kennel; and the young pheasants ran about round some twenty
+ hen-coops, which were arranged along opposite the door where the keeper's
+ children were playing. The pleasure of watching the beasts and birds kept
+ him from arranging his thoughts, and he reached the hall door without
+ having formed the plan of his campaign.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A footman answered the bell, who doubted whether his master was down, but
+ thought he would see the gentleman if he would send in his name. Whereupon
+ Tom handed in his card, and, in a few minutes a rakish-looking stable boy
+ came round after his horse, and the butler appeared with his master's
+ compliments, and a request that he would step into the breakfast-room. Tom
+ followed this portly personage through the large handsome hall, on the
+ walls of which hung a buff-coat or two and some old-fashioned arms, and
+ large paintings of dead game and fruit—through a drawing room, the
+ furniture of which was all covered up in melancholy cases—into the
+ breakfast parlor, where the owner of the mansion was seated at table in a
+ lounging jacket. He was a man of forty or thereabouts, who would have been
+ handsome, but for the animal look about his face. His cheeks were
+ beginning to fall into chaps, his full lips had a liquorish look about
+ them, and bags were beginning to form under his light blue eyes. His hands
+ were very white and delicate, and shook a little as he poured out his tea;
+ and he was full and stout in body, with small shoulders, and thin arms and
+ legs; in short, the last man whom Tom would have chosen as bow in a pair
+ oar. The only part of him which showed strength were his dark whiskers,
+ which were abundant, and elaborately oiled and curled. The room was light
+ and pleasant, with two windows looking over the park, and furnished
+ luxuriously, in the most modern style, with all manner of easy chairs and
+ sofas. A glazed case or two of well bound books, showed that some former
+ owner had cared for such things; but the doors had, probably, never been
+ opened in the present reign. The master and his usual visitors found
+ sufficient food for the mind in the <i>Racing Calendar</i>,
+ &ldquo;Boxiana,&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Adventures of Corinthian Tom,&rdquo; and <i>Bell's Life</i>,
+ which lay on a side table; or in the pictures and prints of racers, opera
+ dancers, and steeple-chases, which hung in profusion on the walls. The
+ breakfast table was beautifully appointed in the matter of china and
+ plate; and delicate little rolls, neat pats of butter in ice, two silver
+ hot dishes containing curry and broiled salmon, and a plate of fruit,
+ piled in tempting profusion, appealed, apparently in vain, to the appetite
+ of the lord of the feast.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. Brown, sir,&rdquo; said the butler, ushering in our hero to his
+ master's presence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, Brown, I'm very glad to see you here,&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley,
+ standing up and holding out his hand. &ldquo;Have any breakfast?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, no, I have breakfasted,&rdquo; said Tom, somewhat
+ astonished at the intimacy of the greeting; but it was his cue to do the
+ friendly thing,—so he took the proffered hand, which felt very limp, and
+ sat down by the table, looking pleasant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ridden from home this morning?&rdquo; said Wurley, picking over
+ daintily some of the curry to which he had helped himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I was at my uncle's, at Englebourn, last night. It is very
+ little out of the way; so I thought I would just call on my road
+ home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Quite right. I'm very glad you came without ceremony. People about
+ here are so d-d full of ceremony. It don't suit me, all that humbug. But I
+ wish you'd just pick a bit.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you. Then I will eat some fruit,&rdquo; said Tom, helping
+ himself to some of the freshly picked grapes; &ldquo;how very fine these
+ are!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I'm open to back my houses against the field for twenty miles
+ round. This curry isn't fit for a pig—Take it out, and tell the cook
+ so.&rdquo; The butler solemnly obeyed, while his master went on with one
+ of the frequent oaths with which he garnished his conversation.
+ &ldquo;You're right, they can't spoil the fruit. They're a set of skulking
+ devils, are servants. They think of nothing but stuffing themselves, and
+ how they can cheat you most, and do the least work.&rdquo; Saying which,
+ he helped himself to some fruit; and the two ate their grapes for a short
+ time in silence. But even fruit seemed to pall quickly on him, and he
+ pushed away his plate. The butler came back with a silver tray, with soda
+ water, and a small decanter of brandy, and long glasses on it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Won't you have something after your ride?&rdquo; said the host to
+ Tom; &ldquo;some soda water with a dash of bingo clears one's head in the
+ morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you,&rdquo; said Tom, smiling, &ldquo;it's bad for
+ training.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, you Oxford men are all for training,&rdquo; said his host,
+ drinking greedily of the foaming mixture which the butler handed to him.
+ &ldquo;A glass of bitter ale is what you take, eh? I know. Get some ale
+ for Mr. Brown.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt that it would be uncivil to refuse this orthodox offer, and took
+ his beer accordingly, after which his host produced a box of Hudson's
+ regalias, and proposed to look at the stables. So they lighted their
+ cigars, and went out. Mr. Wurley had taken of late to the turf, and they
+ inspected several young horses which were entered for country stakes. Tom
+ thought them weedy-looking animals, but patiently listened to their
+ praises and pedigrees, upon which his host was eloquent enough; and,
+ rubbing up his latest readings in <i>Bell's Life</i>, and the racing talk
+ which he had been in the habit of hearing in Drysdale's rooms, managed to
+ hold his own, and asked, with a grave face, about the price of the
+ Coronation colt for the next Derby, and whether Scott's lot was not the
+ right thing to stand on for the St. Leger, thereby raising himself
+ considerably in his host's eyes. There were no hunters in the stable, at
+ which Tom expressed his surprise. In reply, Mr. Wurley abused the country,
+ and declared that it was not worth riding across, the fact being that he
+ had lost his nerve, and that the reception which he was beginning to meet
+ with in the field, if he came out by chance, was of the coldest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ From the stables they strolled to the keeper's cottage, where Mr. Wurley
+ called for some buckwheat and Indian corn, and began feeding the young
+ pheasants, which were running about, almost like barn-door fowls, close to
+ them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We've had a good season for the young birds,&rdquo; he said;
+ &ldquo;my fellow knows that part of his business, d—n him, and don't lose
+ many. You had better bring your gun over in October; we shall have a week
+ in the covers early in the month.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, I shall be very glad,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;but you
+ don't shoot these birds?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shoot 'em! what the devil should I do with 'em?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, they're so tame I thought you just kept them about the house
+ for breeding. I don't care so much for pheasant shooting; I like a good
+ walk after a snipe, or creeping along to get a wild duck much better.
+ There's some sport in it, or even in partridge shooting with a couple of
+ good dogs, now—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're quite wrong. There's nothing like a good dry ride in a cover
+ with lots of game, and a fellow behind to load for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, I must say, I prefer the open.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You've no covers over your way, have you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not many.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought so. You wait till you've had a good day in my covers, and
+ you won't care for quartering all day over wet turnips. Besides, this sort
+ of thing pays. They talk about pheasants costing a guinea a head on one's
+ table. It's all stuff; at any rate, mine don't cost <i>me</i> much. In
+ fact, I say it pays, and I can prove it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you feed your pheasants?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, just round the house for a few weeks, and I sow a little
+ buckwheat in the covers. But they have to keep themselves pretty much, I
+ can tell you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't the farmers object?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, d-n them; they're never satisfied. But they don't grumble to
+ me; they know better. There are a dozen fellows ready to take any farm
+ that's given up, and they know it. Just get a beggar to put a hundred or
+ two into the ground, and he won't quit hold in a hurry. Will you play a
+ game at billiards?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The turn which their conversation had taken hitherto had offered no
+ opening to Tom for introducing the object of his visit, and he felt less
+ and less inclined to come to the point. He looked his host over and over
+ again, and the more he looked the less he fancied asking anything like a
+ favor of him. However, as it had to be done, he thought he couldn't do
+ better than fall into his ways for a few hours, and watch for a chance.
+ The man seemed good natured in his way; and all his belongings—the fine
+ park and house, and gardens and stables—were not without their effect on
+ his young guest. It is not given to many men of twice his age to separate
+ a man from his possessions, and look at him apart from them. So he yielded
+ easily enough, and they went to billiards in a fine room opening out of
+ the hall; and Tom, who was very fond of the game, soon forgot everything
+ in the pleasure of playing on such a table.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was not a bad match. Mr. Wurley understood the game far better than his
+ guest, and could give him advice as to what side to put on and how to play
+ for cannons. This he did in a patronizing way, but his hand was unsteady
+ and his nerve bad. Tom's good eye and steady hand, and the practice he had
+ had at the St. Ambrose pool-table, gave him considerable advantage in the
+ hazards. And so they played on, Mr. Wurley condescending to bet only
+ half-a-crown a game, at first giving ten points, and then five, at which
+ latter odds Tom managed to be two games ahead when the butler announced
+ lunch, at two o'clock.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think I must order my horse,&rdquo; said Tom, putting on his
+ coat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, curse it, you must give me my revenge. I'm always five points
+ better after lunch, and after dinner I could give you fifteen points. Why
+ shouldn't you stop and dine and sleep? I expect some men to dinner.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Thank you, I must get home to-day.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like you to taste my mutton; I never kill it five years
+ old. You don't get that every day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, however, was proof against the mutton; but consented to stay till
+ towards the hour when the other guests were expected, finding that his
+ host had a decided objection to be left alone. So after lunch, at which
+ Mr. Wurley drank the better part of a bottle of old sherry to steady his
+ nerves, they returned again to billiards and Hudson's regalias.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They played on for another hour; and, though Mr. Wurley's hand was
+ certainly steadier, the luck remained with Tom. He was now getting rather
+ tired of playing, and wanted to be leaving, and he began to remember the
+ object of his visit again. But Mr. Wurley was nettled at being beaten by a
+ boy, as he counted his opponent, and wouldn't hear of leaving off. So Tom
+ played on carelessly game after game, and was soon again only two games
+ ahead. Mr. Wurley's temper was recovering, and Tom protested that he must
+ go. Just one game more, his host urged, and Tom consented. Wouldn't he
+ play for a sovereign? No. So they played double or quits; and after a
+ sharp struggle Mr. Wurley won the game, at which he was highly elated, and
+ talked again grandly of the odds he could give after dinner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt that it was now or never, and so, as he put on his coat, he
+ said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I'm much obliged to you for a very pleasant day, Mr.
+ Wurley.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope you'll come over again, and stay and sleep. I shall always
+ be glad to see you. It is so cursed hard to keep somebody always going in
+ the country.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you; I should like to come again. But now I want to ask a
+ favor of you before I go.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Eh, well, what is it?&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley, whose face and manner
+ became suddenly anything but encouraging.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's that cottage of yours, the one at the corner of Englebourn
+ copse, next the village.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The woodman's house, I know,&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The tenant is dead, and I want you to let it to a friend of mine;
+ I'll take care the rent is paid.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Wurley pricked up his ears at this announcement. He gave a sharp look
+ at Tom; and then bent over the table, made a stroke, and said, &ldquo;Ah,
+ I heard the old woman was dead. Who's your friend, then?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I mean her son,&rdquo; said Tom, somewhat embarrassed;
+ &ldquo;he's an active young fellow, and will make a good tenant; I'm
+ sure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I daresay,&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley, with a leer; &ldquo;and I
+ suppose there's a sister to keep house for him, eh?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, but he wants to get married.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wants to get married, eh?&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley, with another leer
+ and oath. &ldquo;You're right; that's a deal safer kind of thing for
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Tom, resolutely disregarding the insinuation,
+ which he could not help feeling was intended; &ldquo;it will keep him
+ steady, and if he can get the cottage it might make all the difference.
+ There wouldn't be much trouble about the marriage then, I dare say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You'll find it a devilish long way. You're quite right, mind you,
+ not to get them settled close at home; but Englebourn is too far, I should
+ say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What does it matter to me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you're tired of her! I see. Perhaps it won't be too far,
+ then.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Tired of her! who do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ha, ha!&rdquo; said Mr. Wurley, looking up from the table over
+ which he was leaning, for he went on knocking the balls about;
+ &ldquo;devilish well acted! But you needn't try to come the old soldier
+ over me. I'm not quite such a fool as that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know what you mean by coming the old soldier. I only asked
+ you to let the cottage, and I will be responsible for the rent. I'll pay
+ in advance if you like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, you want me to let the cottage for you to put in this
+ girl?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I beg your pardon,&rdquo; said Tom, interrupting him, and scarcely
+ able to keep his temper; &ldquo;I told you it was for this young
+ Winburn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of course you told me so. Ha, ha!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you don't believe me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, now, all's fair in love and war. But, I tell you, you needn't
+ be mealy-mouthed with me. You don't mind his living there; he's away at
+ work all day, eh? and his wife stays at home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. Wurley, I give you my honor I never saw the girl in my life
+ that I know of, and I don't know that she will marry him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What did you talk about your friend for, then?&rdquo; said Mr.
+ Wurley, stopping and staring at Tom, curiosity beginning to mingle with
+ his look of cunning unbelief.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Because I meant just what I said.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And the friend, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have told you several times that this young Winburn is the
+ man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, <i>your friend</i>?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, my friend,&rdquo; said; Tom; and he felt himself getting red
+ at having to call Harry his friend in such company. Mr. Wurley looked at
+ him for a few moments, and then took his leg off the billiard table, and
+ came round to Tom with the sort of patronizing air with which he had
+ lectured him on billiards.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Brown, I'll give you a piece of advice,&rdquo; he said.
+ &ldquo;You're a young fellow, and haven't seen anything of the world.
+ Oxford's all very well, but it isn't the world. Now I tell you, a young
+ fellow can't do himself greater harm than getting into low company and
+ talking as you have been talking. It might ruin you in the county. That
+ sort of radical stuff won't do, you know, calling a farm laborer your
+ friend.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom chafed at this advice from a man who, he well knew, was notoriously in
+ the habit of entertaining at his house, and living familiarly with,
+ betting men and trainers, and all the riff-raff of the turf. But he
+ restrained himself by a considerable effort, and, instead of retorting, as
+ he felt inclined to do, said, with an attempt to laugh it off,
+ &ldquo;Thank you, I don't think there's much fear of me turning radical.
+ But will you let me the cottage?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My agent manages all that. We talked about pulling it down. The
+ cottage is in my preserves, and I don't mean to have some poaching fellow
+ there to be sneaking out at night after my pheasants.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But his grandfather and great-grandfather lived there.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I dare say, but it's my cottage.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But surely that gives him a claim to it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;D-n it! it's my cottage. You're not going to tell me I mayn't do
+ what I like with it, I suppose.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I only said that his family having lived there so long gives him a
+ claim.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A claim to what? These are some more of your cursed radical
+ notions. I think they might teach you something better at Oxford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was now perfectly cool, but withal in such a tremendous fury of
+ excitement that he forgot the interests of his client altogether.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I came here, sir,&rdquo; he said, very quietly and slowly,
+ &ldquo;not to request your advice on my own account, or your opinion on
+ the studies of Oxford, valuable as no doubt they are; I came to ask you to
+ let this cottage to me, and I wish to have your answer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'll be d-d if I do; there's my answer.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;then I have only to wish you
+ good morning. I am sorry to have wasted a day in the company of a man who
+ sets up for a country gentleman with the tongue of a Thames bargee and the
+ heart of a Jew pawn-broker.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Mr. Wurley rushed to the bell and rang it furiously.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By —!&rdquo; he almost screamed, shaking his fist at Tom,
+ &ldquo;I'll have you horse-whipped out of my house;&rdquo; and then poured
+ forth a flood of uncomplimentary slang, ending in another pull at the
+ bell, and &ldquo;By —! I'll have you horse-whipped out of my house.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You had better try it on—you and your flunkeys together,&rdquo;
+ said Tom, taking a cigar case out of his pocket and lighting up, the most
+ defiant and exasperating action he could think of on the spur of the
+ moment. &ldquo;Here's one of them; so I'll leave you to give him his
+ orders, and wait five minutes in the hall, where there's more room.&rdquo;
+ And so, leaving the footman gaping at his lord, he turned on his heel,
+ with the air of Bernardo del Carpio after he had bearded King Alphonso,
+ and walked into the hall.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He heard men running to and fro, and doors banging, as he stood there
+ looking at the old buff-coats, and rather thirsting for a fight. Presently
+ a door opened, and the portly butler shuffled in, looking considerably
+ embarrassed, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Please, sir, to go out quiet, else he'll be having one of his
+ fits.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Your master, you mean.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, sir,&rdquo; said the butler, nodding, &ldquo;D. T., sir. After
+ one of his rages the black dog comes, and it's hawful work, so I hope
+ you'll go, sir.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well, of course I'll go. I don't want to give him fit.&rdquo;
+ Saying which, Tom walked out of the hall-door, and leisurely round to the
+ stables, where he found already signs of commotion. Without regarding
+ them, he got his horse saddled and bridled, and, after looking him over
+ carefully, and patting him, and feeling his girths in the yard, in the
+ presence of a cluster of retainers of one sort or another, who were
+ gathered from the house and offices, and looking sorely puzzled whether to
+ commence hostilities or not, mounted and walked quietly out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After his anger had been a little cooled by the fresh air of the wild
+ country at the back of Hawk's Lynch, which he struck into on his way home
+ soon after leaving the park, it suddenly occurred to him that, however
+ satisfactory to himself the results of his encounter with this unjust
+ landlord might seem, they would probably prove anything but agreeable to
+ the would-be tenant, Harry Winburn. In fact, as he meditated on the
+ matter, it became clear to him that in the course of one morning he had
+ probably exasperated old Simon against his aspirant son-in-law, and put a
+ serious spoke in Harry's love-wheel, on the one hand, while on the other,
+ he had ensured his speedy expulsion from his cottage, if not the
+ demolition of that building. Whereupon he became somewhat low under the
+ conviction that his friendship, which was to work such wonders for the
+ said Harry, and deliver him out of all his troubles, had as yet only made
+ his whole look-out in the world very much darker and more dusty. In short,
+ as yet he had managed to do considerably less than nothing for his friend,
+ and he felt very small before he got home that evening. He was far,
+ however, from being prepared for the serious way in which his father
+ looked upon his day's proceedings. Mr. Brown was sitting by himself after
+ dinner when his son turned up, and had to drink several extra glasses of
+ port to keep himself decently composed, while Tom narrated the events of
+ the day in the intervals of his attacks on the dinner, which was brought
+ back for him. When the servant had cleared away, Mr. Brown proceeded to
+ comment on the history in a most decided manner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was wrong to go to the Grange in the first instance; and this part of
+ the homily was amplified by a discourse on the corruption of the turf in
+ general, and the special curse of small country races in particular, which
+ such men as Wurley supported, and which, but for them, would cease.
+ Racing, which used to be the pastime of great people, who could well
+ afford to spend a few thousands a year on their pleasure, had now mostly
+ fallen into the hands of the very worst and lowest men of all classes,
+ most of whom would not scruple—as Mr. Brown strongly put it—to steal a
+ copper out of a blind beggar's hat. If he must go, at any rate he might
+ have done his errand and come away, instead of staying there all day
+ accepting the man's hospitality. Mr. Brown himself really should be much
+ embarrassed to know what to do if the man should happen to attend the next
+ sessions or assizes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But, above all, having accepted his hospitality, to turn round at the end
+ and insult the man in his own house? This seemed to Brown, J. P., a
+ monstrous and astounding performance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This new way of putting matters took Tom entirely by surprise. He
+ attempted a defense, but in vain. His father admitted that it would be a
+ hard case if Harry were turned out of his cottage, but wholly refused to
+ listen to Tom's endeavors to prove that a tenant in such a case had any
+ claim or right as against his landlord. A weekly tenant was a weekly
+ tenant, and no succession of weeks' holding could make him anything more.
+ Tom found himself rushing into a line of argument which astonished himself
+ and sounded wild, but in which he felt sure there was some truth, and
+ which, therefore, he would not abandon, though his father was evidently
+ annoyed, and called it mere mischievous sentiment. Each was more moved
+ than he would have liked to own; each in his own heart felt aggrieved and
+ blamed the other for not understanding him. But, though obstinate on the
+ general question, upon the point of his leaving the Grange, Tom was fairly
+ brought to shame, and gave in at last, and expressed his sorrow, though he
+ could not help maintaining that, if his father could have heard what took
+ place and seen the man's manner, he would scarcely blame him for what he
+ had said and done. Having owned himself in the wrong, however, there was
+ nothing for it but to write an apology, the composition of which was as
+ disagreeable a task as had ever fallen to his lot.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0035"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXIV—[Greek text] MEHDEN AGAN</h2>
+ <p>
+ Has any person of any nation or language, found out and given to the world
+ any occupation, work, diversion, or pursuit, more subtlely dangerous to
+ the susceptible youth of both sexes than that of nutting in pairs. If so,
+ who, where, what? A few years later in life perhaps district visiting, and
+ attending schools together, may in certain instances be more fatal; but,
+ in the first bright days of youth, a day's nutting against the world! A
+ day in autumn, warm enough to make sitting in the sheltered nooks in the
+ woods, where ever the sunshine lies, very pleasant, and yet not too warm
+ to make exercise uncomfortable—two young people who have been thrown much
+ together, one of whom is conscious of the state of his feelings towards
+ the other, and is, moreover, aware that his hours are numbered, and that
+ in a few days at furthest they will be separated for many months, that
+ persons in authority on both sides are beginning to suspect something (as
+ is apparent from the difficulty they have had in getting away together at
+ all on this same afternoon) here is a conjunction of persons and
+ circumstances, if ever there was one in the world, which is surely likely
+ to end in a catastrophe. Indeed, so obvious to the meanest capacity is the
+ danger of the situation, that, as Tom had, in his own mind, staked his
+ character for resolution with his private self on the keeping of his
+ secret till after he was of age, it is hard to conceive how he can have
+ been foolish enough to get himself into a hazel copse alone with Miss Mary
+ on the earliest day he could manage it after the arrival of the Porters,
+ on their visit to Mr. and Mrs. Brown. That is to say, it would be hard to
+ conceive, if it didn't just happen to be the most natural thing in the
+ world.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For the first twenty-four hours after their meeting in the home of his
+ fathers, the two young people, and Tom in particular, felt very
+ uncomfortable. Mary, being a young lady of very high spirits, and, as our
+ readers may probably have discovered, much given to that kind of
+ conversation which borders as nearly upon what men commonly call chaff as
+ a well-bred girl can venture on, was annoyed to find herself quite at
+ fault in all her attempts to get her old antagonist of Commemoration to
+ show fight. She felt in a moment how changed his manner was, and thought
+ it by no means changed for the better. As for Tom, he felt foolish and shy
+ at first, to an extent which drove him half wild; his words stuck in his
+ throat, and he took to blushing again like a boy of fourteen. In fact, he
+ got so angry with himself that he rather avoided her actual presence,
+ though she was scarcely a moment out of his sight. Mr. Brown made the best
+ of his son's retreat, devoted himself most gallantly to Mary, and was
+ completely captivated by her before bedtime on the first night of their
+ visit. He triumphed over his wife when they were alone, and laughed at the
+ groundlessness of her suspicions. But she was by no means so satisfied on
+ the subject as her husband.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In a day or two, however, Tom began to take heart of grace, and to find
+ himself oftener at Mary's side, with something to say, and more to look.
+ But now she, in her turn, began to be embarrassed; for all attempts to
+ re-establish their old footing failed, and the difficulty of finding a
+ satisfactory new one remained to be solved. So for the present, though
+ neither of them found it quite satisfactory, they took refuge in the
+ presence of a third party, and attached themselves to Katie, talking at
+ one another through her. Nothing could exceed Katie's judiciousness as a
+ medium of communication; and through her a better understanding began to
+ establish itself, and the visit which both of them had been looking
+ forward to so eagerly seemed likely, after all, to be as pleasant in fact
+ as it had been in anticipation. As they became more at ease, the vigilance
+ of Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Porter seemed likely to revive. But in a country
+ house there must be plenty of chances for young folks who mean it, to be
+ together; and so they found and made use of their opportunities, giving at
+ the same time as little cause to their natural guardians as possible for
+ any serious interference. The families got on, on the whole, so well
+ together, that the visit was prolonged from the original four or five days
+ to a fortnight; and this time of grace was drawing to a close when the
+ event happened which made the visit memorable to our hero.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ On the morning in question, Mr. Brown arranged at breakfast that he and
+ his wife should drive Mr. and Mrs. Porter to make calls on several of the
+ neighbors. Tom declared his intention of taking a long day after the
+ partridges, and the young ladies were to go and make a sketch of the house
+ from a point which Katie had chosen. Accordingly, directly after luncheon,
+ the carriage came round, and the elders departed; and the young ladies
+ started together, carrying their sketching apparatus with them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was probably a bad day for scent; for they had not been gone a quarter
+ of an hour when Tom came home, deposited his gun, and followed on their
+ steps. He found them sitting under the lee of a high bank, sufficiently
+ intent on their drawings, but neither surprised nor sorry to find that he
+ had altered his mind, and come back to interrupt them. So he lay down near
+ them, and talked of Oxford and Englebourn, and so from one thing to
+ another, till he got upon the subject of nutting, and the sylvan beauties
+ of a neighbouring wood. Mary was getting on badly with her drawing, and
+ jumped at the idea of a ramble in the wood; but Katie was obdurate, and
+ resisted all their solicitations to move. She suggested, however, that
+ they might go; and, as Tom declared that they should not be out of call,
+ and would be back in half an hour at furthest, Mary consented; and they
+ left the sketcher and strolled together out of the fields, and into the
+ road, and so through a gate into the wood. It was a pleasant oak wood. The
+ wild flowers were over, but the great masses of ferns, four or five feet
+ high, made a grand carpet round the stems of the forest monarchs, and a
+ fitting couch for here and there one of them which had been lately felled,
+ and lay in fallen majesty, with bare shrouded trunk awaiting the sawyers.
+ Further on, the hazel underwood stood thickly on each side of the green
+ rides, down which they sauntered side by side. Tom talked of the beauty of
+ the wood in spring-time, and the glorious succession of colouring—pale
+ yellow, and deep blue and white, and purple—which the primroses, and
+ hyacinths and starwort, and foxgloves gave, each in their turn, in the
+ early year, and mourned over their absence. But Mary preferred Autumn, and
+ would not agree with him. She was enthusiastic for ferns and heather. He
+ gathered some sprigs of the latter for her, from a little sandy patch
+ which they passed, and some more for his own button-hole, and then they
+ engaged in the absorbing pursuit of nutting, and the talk almost ceased.
+ He caught the higher branches, and bent them down to her, and watched her
+ as she gathered them, and wondered at the ease and grace of all her
+ movements, and the unconscious beauty of her attitudes. Soon she became
+ more enterprising herself, and made little excursions into the copse,
+ surmounting briers, and passing through tangled places like a Naiad,
+ before he could be there to help her. And so they went on, along the rides
+ and through the copse, forgetting Katie and time, till they were brought
+ up by the fence on the further side of the wood. The ditch was on the
+ outside, and on the inside a bank with a hedge on the top, full of
+ tempting hazel-bushes. She clapped her hands at the sight, and, declining
+ his help, stepped lightly up the bank and began gathering. He turned away
+ for a moment, jumped up the bank himself, and followed her example.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was standing up in the hedge, and reaching after a tempting cluster of
+ nuts, when he heard a short sharp cry of pain behind him, which made him
+ spring backwards, and nearly miss his footing as he came to the ground.
+ Recovering himself, and turning round, he saw Mary lying at the foot of
+ the bank, writhing in pain.
+ </p>
+ <p>He was at her side in a minute and dreadfully alarmed.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Good heavens! what has happened?&rdquo; he said.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My ankle!&rdquo; she cried; and the effort of speaking brought the
+ sudden flush of pain to her brow.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh! what can I do?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The boot! the boot!&rdquo; she said, leaning forward to unlace it,
+ and then sinking back against the bank. &ldquo;It is so painful. I hope I
+ sha'n't faint!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Poor Tom could only clasp his hands as he knelt by her, and repeat,
+ &ldquo;Oh, what can I do—what can I do?&rdquo; His utter bewilderment
+ presently aroused Mary, and her natural high courage was beginning to
+ master the pain.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Have you a knife?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes here,&rdquo; he said, pulling one out of his pocket, and
+ opening it; &ldquo;here it is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Please cut the lace.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, with beating heart and trembling hand, cut the lace and then looked
+ up at her.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, be quick—cut it again! Don't be afraid.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ He cut it again; and, without taking hold of the foot, gently pulled out
+ the ends of the lace.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She again leaned forward, and tried to take off the boot; but the pain was
+ too great, and she sank back, and put her hand up to her flushed face.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;May I try?—perhaps I could do it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, pray do. Oh, I can't bear the pain!&rdquo; she added, next
+ moment; and Tom felt ready to hang himself for having been the cause of
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You must cut the boot off, please.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But perhaps I may cut you. Do you really mean it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, really. There, take care. How your hand shakes. You will never
+ do for a doctor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His hand did shake, certainly. He had cut a little hole the stocking; but,
+ under the circumstances, we need not wonder—the situation was new and
+ trying. Urged on by her, he cut and cut away, and, at last, off came the
+ boot, and her beautiful little foot lay on the green turf. She was much
+ relieved at once, but still in great pain; and now he began to recover his
+ head.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The ankle should be bound up; may I try?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, yes; but what with?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom dived into his shooting-coat pocket, and produced one of the large,
+ many-colored neck-wrappers which were fashionable at Oxford in those days.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How lucky!&rdquo; he said, as he tore it into strips. &ldquo;I
+ think this will do. Now, you'll stop me, won't you, if I hurt you, or
+ don't do it right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't be afraid, I'm much better. Bind it tight, tighter than
+ that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He wound the strips as tenderly as he could round her foot and ankle, with
+ hands all alive with nerves, and wondering more and more at her courage as
+ she kept urging him to draw the bandage tighter yet. Then, still under her
+ direction, he fastened and pinned down the ends; and as he was rather neat
+ with his fingers, from the practice of tying flies and splicing rods and
+ bats, produced, on the whole, a creditable sort of bandage. Then he looked
+ up at her, the perspiration standing on his forehead, as if he had been
+ pulling a race, and said,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Will that do? I'm afraid it's very awkward.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, no; thank you so much! But I'm so sorry you have torn your
+ handkerchief.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom made no answer to this remark, except by a look. What could he say,
+ but that he would gladly have torn his skin off for the same purpose, if
+ it would have been of any use. But this speech did not seem quite the
+ thing for the moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But how do you feel? Is it very painful?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Rather. But don't look so anxious. Indeed, it is very bearable. But
+ what are we to do now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>He thought for a moment, and said, with something like a sigh—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Shall I run home, and bring the servants and a sofa, or something
+ to carry you on?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I shouldn't like to be left here alone.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>His face brightened again.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How near is the nearest cottage?&rdquo; she asked.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's none nearer than the one which we passed on the road—on the
+ other side of the wood, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then I must try to get there. You must help me up.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ He sprang to his feet and stooped over her, doubting how to begin helping
+ her. He had never felt so shy in his life. He held out his hands.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think you must put your arm round me,&rdquo; she said, after
+ looking at him for a moment. He lifted her on to her feet.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now let me lean on your arm. There, I dare say I shall manage to
+ hobble along well enough;&rdquo; and she made a brave attempt to walk. But
+ the moment the injured foot touched the ground, she stopped with a catch
+ at her breath, and a shiver, which went through Tom like a knife; and the
+ flush came back into her face, and she would have fallen had he not again
+ put his arm round her waist, and held her up. &ldquo;I am better again
+ now,&rdquo; she said, after a second or two.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But Mary, dear Mary, don't try to walk again. For my sake. I can't
+ bear it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But what am I to do?&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;I must get back
+ somehow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Will you let me carry you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ She looked in his face again, and then dropped her eyes, and hesitated.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wouldn't offer, dear, if there were any other way. But you
+ mustn't walk. Indeed, you must not; you may lame yourself for life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He spoke very quietly, with his eyes fixed on the ground, though his heart
+ was beating so that he feared she would hear it.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; she said; &ldquo;but I'm very heavy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ So he lifted her gently, and stepped off down the ride, carrying his whole
+ world in his arms, in an indescribable flutter of joy, and triumph, and
+ fear. He had gone some forty yards or so, when he staggered, and stopped
+ for a moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, pray put me down—pray do! You'll hurt yourself. I'm too
+ heavy.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For the credit of muscular Christianity, one must say that it was not her
+ weight, but the tumult in his own inner man, which made her bearer totter.
+ Nevertheless, if one is wholly unused to the exercise, the carrying of a
+ healthy young English girl weighing a good eight stone, is as much as most
+ men can conveniently manage.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll just put you down for a moment,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Now,
+ take care of the foot;&rdquo; and he stooped and placed her tenderly
+ against one of the oaks which bordered the ride, standing by her side
+ without looking at her. Neither of them spoke for a minute. Then he asked,
+ still looking away down the ride, &ldquo;How is the foot?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, pretty well,&rdquo; she answered, cheerfully. &ldquo;Now, leave
+ me here, and go for help. It is absurd of me to mind being left, and you
+ mustn't carry me any more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>He turned, and their eyes met for a moment, but that was enough.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Are you ready?&rdquo; he said.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but take care. Don't go far. Stop directly you feel
+ tired.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then he lifted her again, and this time carried her without faltering,
+ till they came to a hillock covered with soft grass. Here they rested
+ again, and so by easy stages he carried her through the wood, and out into
+ the road, to the nearest cottage, neither of them speaking.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ An old woman came to the door in answer to his kick, and went off into
+ ejaculations of pity and wonder in the broadest Berkshire, at seeing
+ Master Tom and his burthen. But he pushed into the house and cut her short
+ with—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Mrs. Pike, don't talk, that's a dear good woman, but bustle
+ about, and bring that arm-chair here, and the other low one, with a pillow
+ on it, for the young lady's foot to rest on.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old woman obeyed his injunctions, except as to talking; and, while she
+ placed the chairs and shook up the pillow, descanted on the sovereign
+ virtues of some green oil and opodeldoc, which was as good as a charm for
+ sprains and bruises.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary gave him one grateful look as he lowered her tenderly and reluctantly
+ into the chair, and then spoke cheerfully to Mrs. Pike, who was foraging
+ in a cupboard, to find if there was any of her famous specific in the
+ bottom of the bottle. As he stood up, and thought what to do next, he
+ heard the sound of distant wheels, and looking through the window saw the
+ carriage coming homewards. It was a sorrowful sight to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Mrs. Pike,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;never mind the oil. Here's
+ the carriage coming; just step out and stop it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old dame scuttled out into the road. The carriage was within one
+ hundred yards. He leant over the rough arm-chair in which Mary was leaning
+ back, looked once more into her eyes; and then, stooping forwards, kissed
+ her lips, and the next moment was by the side of Mrs. Pike, signalling the
+ coachman to stop.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In the bustle which followed he stood aside, and watched Mary with his
+ heart in his mouth. She never looked at him, but there was no anger, but
+ only a dreamy look in her sweet face, which seemed to him a thousand times
+ more beautiful than ever before. Then, to avoid inquiries, and to realize
+ all that had passed in the last wonderful three hours, he slipped away
+ while they were getting her into the carriage, and wandered back into the
+ wood, pausing at each of their halting places. At last he reached the
+ scene of the accident, and here his cup of happiness was likely to brim
+ over, for he found the mangled little boot and the cut lace, and securing
+ the precious prize, hurried back home, to be in time for dinner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary did not come down; but Katie, the only person of whom he dared to
+ inquire, assured him that she was doing famously. The dinner was very
+ embarrassing, and he had the greatest difficulty in answering the
+ searching inquiries of his mother and Mrs. Porter, as to how, when, where,
+ and in whose presence the accident had happened. As soon as the ladies
+ rose, he left his father and Mr. Porter over their old port and politics,
+ and went out in the twilight into the garden, burthened with the weight of
+ sweet thought. He felt that he had something to do—to set himself quite
+ right with Mary; he must speak somehow, that night, if possible, or he
+ should not be comfortable or at peace with his conscience. There were
+ lights in her room. He guessed by the shadows that she was lying on a
+ couch by the open window, round which the other ladies were flitting.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Presently lights appeared in the drawing-room; and, as the shutters were
+ being closed, he saw his mother and Mrs. Porter come in, and sit down near
+ the fire. Listening intently, he heard Katie talking in a low voice in the
+ room above, and saw her head against the light as she sat down close to
+ the window, probably at the head of the couch where Mary was lying. Should
+ he call to her? If he did, how could he say what he wanted to say through
+ her?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A happy thought struck him. He turned to the flowerbeds, hunted about, and
+ gathered a bunch of heliotrope, hurried up to his room, took the sprig of
+ heather out of his shooting coat, tied them together, caught up a reel and
+ line from his table, and went into the room over Mary's. He threw the
+ window open, and, leaning out, said gently,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Katie.&rdquo; No answer. He repeated the name louder. No answer
+ still, and, leaning out yet further, he saw that the window had been shut.
+ He lowered the bunch of flowers, and, swinging it backwards and forward,
+ made it strike the window below—once, twice; at the third stroke he heard
+ the window open.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Katie,&rdquo; he whispered again, &ldquo;is that you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, where are you? What is this?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For her,&rdquo; he said, in the same whisper. Katie untied the
+ flowers, and he waited a few moments, and then again called her name, and
+ she answered.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Has she the flowers?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and she sends you her love, and says you are to go down to the
+ drawing-room;&rdquo; and with that the window closed, and he went down
+ with a lightened conscience into the drawing-room, and, after joining in
+ the talk by the fire for a few minutes, took a book, and sat down at the
+ further side of the table. Whether he ever knew what the book was may be
+ fairly questioned, but to all appearances he was deep in the perusal of it
+ till the tea and Katie arrived, and the gentlemen from the dining-room.
+ Then he tried to join in the conversation again; but, on the whole, life
+ was a burthen to him that night, till he could get fairly away to his own
+ room, and commune with himself, gazing at the yellow harvest moon, with
+ his elbows on the window sill.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The ankle got well very quickly, and Mary was soon going about with a
+ gold-headed stick which had belonged to Mr. Brown's father, and a limp
+ which Tom thought the most beautiful movement he had ever seen. But,
+ though she was about again, by no amount of patient vigilance could he now
+ get the chance of speaking to her alone. But he consoled himself with the
+ thought that she must understand him; if he had spoken he couldn't have
+ made himself clearer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And now the Porters' visit was all but over, and Katie and her father left
+ for Englebourn. The Porters were to follow the next day, and promised to
+ drive round and stop at the Rectory for lunch. Tom petitioned for a seat
+ in their carriage to Englebourn. He had been devoting himself to Mrs.
+ Porter ever since the accident, and had told her a good deal about his own
+ early life. His account of his early friendship for Betty and her son, and
+ the renewal of it on the day he left Barton Manor, had interested her, and
+ she was moreover not insensible to his assiduous and respectful attentions
+ to herself, which had of late been quite marked; she was touched, too, at
+ his anxiety to hear all about her boys, and how they were getting on at
+ school. So on the whole Tom was in high favour with her, and she most
+ graciously assented to his occupying the fourth seat in their barouche.
+ She was not without her suspicions of the real state of the case with him;
+ but his behavior had been so discreet that she had no immediate fears;
+ and, after all, if anything should come of it some years hence, her
+ daughter might do worse. In the meantime she would see plenty of society
+ in London; where Mr. Porter's vocations kept him during the greater part
+ of the year.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They reached Englebourn after a pleasant long morning's drive; and Tom
+ stole a glance at Mary and felt that she understood him, as he pointed out
+ the Hawk's Lynch and the clump of scotch firs to her mother; and told how
+ you might see Barton from the top of it, and how he loved the place, and
+ the old trees, and the view.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie was at the door ready to receive them, and carried off Mary and Mrs.
+ Porter to her own room. Tom walked round the garden with Mr. Porter, and
+ then sat in the drawing-room, and felt melancholy. He roused himself,
+ however, when the ladies came down and luncheon was announced. Mary was
+ full of her reminiscences of the Englebourn people, and especially of poor
+ Mrs. Winburn and her son, in whom she had begun to take a deep interest,
+ perhaps from overhearing some of Tom's talk to her mother. So Harry's
+ story was canvassed again, and Katie told them how he had been turned out
+ of his cottage, and how anxious she was as to what would come of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And is he going to marry your gardener's daughter after all?&rdquo;
+ asked Mrs. Porter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am afraid there is not much chance of it,&rdquo; said Katie;
+ &ldquo;I cannot make Martha out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Is she at home, Katie?&rdquo; asked Mary; &ldquo;I should like to
+ see her again. I took a great fancy to her when I was here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, she is at the lodge. We will walk there after luncheon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So it was settled that the carriage should pick them up at the lodge; and
+ soon after luncheon, while the horses were being put to, the whole party
+ started for the lodge, after saying good-bye to Mr. Winter, who retired to
+ his room much fatigued by his unwonted hospitality.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Old Simon's wife answered their knock at the lodge door, and they all
+ entered, and Mrs. Porter paid her compliments on the cleanliness of the
+ room.
+ </p>
+ <p>Then Mary said, &ldquo;Is your daughter at home, Mrs. Gibbons?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees, miss, someweres handy,&rdquo; replied Mrs. Gibbons; &ldquo;her
+ hav'n't been gone out, not dree minnit.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like so much to say good-bye to her,&rdquo; said Mary.
+ &ldquo;We shall be leaving Barton soon, and I shall not see her again till
+ next summer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Lor bless'ee, miss, 'tis werry good ov'ee,&rdquo; said the old
+ dame, very proud; &ldquo;do'ee set down then while I gees her a
+ call.&rdquo; And with that she hurried out of the door which led through
+ the back kitchen into the little yard behind the lodge, and the next
+ moment they heard her calling out—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Patty, Patty, wher bist got to? Come in and see the
+ gentlefolk.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>The name which the old woman was calling out made Tom start.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought you said her name was Martha,&rdquo; said Mrs. Porter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Patty is short for Martha in Berkshire,&rdquo; said Katie,
+ laughing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And Patty is such a pretty name. I wonder you don't call her
+ Patty,&rdquo; said Mary.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We had a housemaid of the same name a year or two ago, and it made
+ such a confusion—and when one once gets used to a name it is so hard to
+ change—so she has always been called Martha.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I'm all for Patty; don't you think so?&rdquo; said Mary,
+ turning to Tom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The sudden introduction of a name which he had such reasons for
+ remembering, the memories and fears which it called up—above all, the
+ bewilderment which he felt at hearing it tossed about and canvassed by
+ Mary in his presence, as if there were nothing more in it than in any
+ other name—confused him so that he floundered and blundered in his attempt
+ to answer, and at last gave it up altogether. She was surprised, and
+ looked at him inquiringly. His eyes fell before hers, and he turned away
+ to the window, and looked at the carriage, which had just drawn up at the
+ lodge door. He had scarcely time to think how foolish he was to be so
+ moved, when he heard the back-kitchen door open again, and the old woman
+ and her daughter come in.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He turned round sharply, and there on the floor of the room, courtseying
+ to the ladies, stood the ex-barmaid of the &ldquo;Choughs&rdquo;. His
+ first impulse was to hurry away—she was looking down, and he might not be
+ recognized; his next, to stand his ground, and take whatever might come.
+ Mary went up to her and took her hand, saying that she could not go away
+ without coming to see her. Patty looked up to answer, and, glancing round
+ the room, caught sight of him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He stepped forward, and then stopped and tried to speak, but no words
+ would come. Patty looked at him, dropped Mary's hand, blushed up to the
+ roots of her hair as she looked timidly round at the wondering spectators,
+ and, putting her hands to her face, ran out of the back door again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Lawk a massy! what ever can ha' cum to our Patty?&rdquo; said Mrs.
+ Gibbons, following her out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think we had better go,&rdquo; said Mr. Porter, giving his arm to
+ his daughter, and leading her to the door, &ldquo;Goodbye, Katie; shall we
+ see you again at Barton?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know, uncle,&rdquo; Katie answered, following with Mrs.
+ Porter, in a state of sad bewilderment.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, with his brain swimming, got out a few stammering farewell words,
+ which Mr. and Mrs. Porter received with marked coldness, as they stepped
+ into their carriage. Mary's face was flushed and uneasy; but at her he
+ scarcely dared to steal a look, and to her was quite unable to speak a
+ word.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then the carriage drove off, and he turned, and found Katie standing at
+ his side, her eyes full of serious wonder. His fell before them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My dear Tom,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;what is all this? I thought
+ you had never seen Martha?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I thought—I don't know—I can't talk now—I'll explain all to
+ you—don't think very badly of me, Katie—God bless you!&rdquo; with which
+ words he strode away, while she looked after him with increasing wonder,
+ and then turned and went into the lodge.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He hastened away from the Rectory and down the village street, taking the
+ road home mechanically, but otherwise wholly unconscious of roads and men.
+ David, who was very anxious to speak to him about Harry, stood at his door
+ making signs to him to stop, in vain; and then gave chase, calling out
+ after him, till he saw that all attempts to attract his notice were
+ useless, and so ambled back to his shop-board much troubled in mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The first object which recalled Tom at all to himself was the little white
+ cottage looking out of Englebourn copse towards the village, in which he
+ had sat by poor Betty's death-bed. The garden was already getting wild and
+ tangled, and the house seemed uninhabited. He stopped for a moment and
+ looked at it with bitter searchings of heart. Here was the place where he
+ had taken such a good turn, as he had fondly hoped—in connection with the
+ then inmates of which he had made the strongest good resolutions he had
+ ever made in his life perhaps. What was the good of his trying to befriend
+ anybody? His friendship turned to a blight; whatever he had as yet tried
+ to do for Harry had only injured him, and now how did they stand? Could
+ they ever be friends again after that day's discovery? To do him justice,
+ the probable ruin of all his own prospects, the sudden coldness of Mr. and
+ Mrs. Porter's looks, and Mary's averted face, were not the things he
+ thought of first, and did not trouble him most. He thought of Harry, and
+ shuddered at the wrong he had done him as he looked at his deserted home.
+ The door opened and a figure appeared. It was Mr. Wurley's agent, the
+ lawyer who had been employed by Farmer Tester in his contest with Harry
+ and his mates about the pound. The man of law saluted him with a smirk of
+ scarcely concealed triumph, and then turned into the house again and shut
+ the door, as if he did not consider further communication necessary or
+ safe. Tom turned with a muttered imprecation on him and his master, and
+ hurried away along the lane which led to the heath. The Hawk's Lynch lay
+ above him, and he climbed the side mechanically and sat himself again on
+ the old spot.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He sat for some time looking over the landscape, graven on his mind as it
+ was by his former visit, and bitterly, oh, how bitterly! did the
+ remembrance of that visit, and of the exultation and triumph which then
+ filled him, and carried him away over the heath with a shout towards his
+ home, come back on him. He could look out from his watchtower no longer,
+ and lay down with his face between his hands on the turf, and groaned as
+ he lay.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But his good angel seemed to haunt the place, and soon the cold fit began
+ to pass away, and better and more hopeful thoughts to return. After all
+ what had he done since his last visit to that place to be ashamed of?
+ Nothing. His attempts to do Harry service, unlucky as they had proved, had
+ been honest. Had he become less worthy of the love which had first
+ consciously mastered him there some four weeks ago? No; he felt on the
+ contrary, that it had already raised him, and purified him, and made a man
+ of him. But this last discovery, how could he ever get over that? Well,
+ after all, the facts were just the same as before; only now they had come
+ out. It was right that they should have come out; better for him and for
+ everyone that they should be known and faced. He was ready to face them,
+ to abide any consequences that they might now bring in their train. His
+ heart was right towards Mary, towards Patty, towards Harry—that he felt
+ sure of. And, if so, why should he despair of either his love or his
+ friendship coming to a good end?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so he sat up again, and looked out bravely towards Barton, and began
+ to consider what was to be done. His eye rested on the Rectory. That was
+ the first place to begin with. He must set himself right with Katie—let
+ her know the whole story. Through her he could reach all the rest, and do
+ whatever must be done to clear the ground and start fresh again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At first he thought of returning to her at once, and rose to go down to
+ Englebourn. But anything like retracing his steps was utterly distasteful
+ to him just then. Before him he saw light, dim enough as yet, but still a
+ dawning; towards that he would press, leaving everything behind him to
+ take care of itself. So he turned northwards, and struck across the heath
+ at his best pace. The violent exercise almost finished his cure, and his
+ thoughts became clearer and more hopeful as he neared home. He arrived
+ there as the household was going to bed, and found a letter waiting for
+ him. It was from Hardy, saying that Blake had left him, and he was now
+ thinking of returning to Oxford, and would come for his long talked of
+ visit to Berkshire, if Tom was still at home, and in the mind to receive
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Never was a letter more opportune. Here was the tried friend on whom he
+ could rely for help and advice and sympathy—who knew all the facts too
+ from beginning to end! His father and mother were delighted to hear that
+ they should now see the friend of whom he had spoken so much. So he went
+ up stairs and wrote an answer, which set Hardy to work packing his
+ portmanteau in the far west, and brought him speedily to the side of his
+ friend under the lee of the Berkshire hills.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0036"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXV—SECOND YEAR</h2>
+ <p>
+ For some days after his return home—in fact, until his friend's arrival,
+ Tom was thoroughly beaten down and wretched, notwithstanding his efforts
+ to look hopefully forward, and keep up his spirits. His usual occupations
+ were utterly distasteful to him; and, instead of occupying himself, he sat
+ brooding over his late misfortune, and hopelessly puzzling his head as to
+ what he could do to set matters right. The conviction in which he always
+ landed was that there was nothing to be done, and that he was a desolate
+ and blighted being, deserted of gods and men. Hardy's presence and company
+ soon shook him out of this maudlin nightmare state, and he began to
+ recover as soon as he had his old sheet-anchor friend to hold on to and
+ consult with. Their consultations were held chiefly in the intervals of
+ woodcraft, in which they spent most of their hours between breakfast and
+ dinner. Hardy did not take out a certificate and wouldn't shoot without
+ one; so, as the best autumn exercise, they selected a tough old pollard
+ elm, infinitely ugly, with knotted and twisted roots, curiously difficult
+ to get at and cut through, which had been long marked as a blot by Mr.
+ Brown, and condemned to be felled as soon as there was nothing more
+ pressing for his men to do. But there was always something of more
+ importance; so that the cross-grained old tree might have remained until
+ this day, had not Hardy and Tom pitched on him as a foeman worthy of their
+ axes. They shoveled, and picked, and hewed away with great energy. The
+ woodman who visited them occasionally, and who, on examining their first
+ efforts, had remarked that the severed roots looked a little &ldquo;as
+ tho' the dogs had been a gnawin' at 'em,&rdquo; began to hold them in
+ respect, and to tender his advice with some deference. By the time the
+ tree was felled and shrouded, Tom was in a convalescent state.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Their occupation had naturally led to discussions on the advantages of
+ emigration, the delights of clearing one's own estate, building one's own
+ house, and getting away from conventional life with a few tried friends.
+ Of course the pictures which were painted included foregrounds with
+ beautiful children playing about the clearing, and graceful women, wives
+ of the happy squatters, flitting in and out of log houses and sheds,
+ clothed and occupied after the manner of our ideal grandmothers; with the
+ health and strength of Amazons, the refinement of high-bred ladies, and
+ wondrous skill in all domestic works, confections, and contrivances. The
+ log-houses would also contain fascinating select libraries, continually
+ reinforced from home, sufficient to keep all the dwellers in the happy
+ clearing in communion with all the highest minds of their own and former
+ generations. Wonderous games in the neighbouring forest, dear old home
+ customs established and taking root in the wilderness, with ultimate
+ dainty flower gardens, conservatories, and pianofortes—a millennium on a
+ small scale, with universal education, competence, prosperity, and equal
+ rights! Such castle-building, as an accompaniment to the hard exercise of
+ woodcraft, worked wonders for Tom in the next week, and may be safely
+ recommended to parties in like evil case with him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But more practical discussions were not neglected, and it was agreed that
+ they should make a day at Englebourn together before their return to
+ Oxford, Hardy undertaking to invade the Rectory with the view of
+ re-establishing his friend's character there.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom wrote a letter to Katie to prepare her for a visit. The day after the
+ ancient elm was fairly disposed of, they started early for Englebourn, and
+ separated at the entrance to the village—Hardy proceeding to the Rectory
+ to fulfill his mission, which he felt to be rather an embarrassing one,
+ and Tom to look after the constable, or whoever else could give him
+ information about Harry.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He arrived at the &ldquo;Red Lion,&rdquo; their appointed trysting place,
+ before Hardy, and spent a restless half-hour in the porch and bar waiting
+ for his return. At last Hardy came, and Tom hurried him into the inn's
+ best room, where bread and cheese and ale awaited them; and, as soon as
+ the hostess could be got out of the room, began impatiently—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well you have seen her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I have come straight here from the Rectory.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And is it all right, eh? Has she got my letter?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, she had had your letter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you think she is satisfied?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Satisfied? No, you can't expect her to be satisfied.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I mean, is she satisfied that it isn't so bad after all as it
+ looked the other day? What does Katie think of me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think she is still very fond of you, but that she has been
+ puzzled and outraged by this discovery, and cannot get over it all at
+ once.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why didn't you tell her the whole story from beginning to
+ end?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I tried to do so as well as I could.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, but I can see you haven't done it. She doesn't really
+ understand how it is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps not; but you must remember it is an awkward subject to be
+ talking about to a young woman. I would sooner stand another fellowship
+ examination than go through it again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you, old fellow,&rdquo; said Tom, laying his hand on Hardy's
+ shoulder; &ldquo;I feel that I'm unreasonable and impatient; but you can
+ excuse it; you know that I don't mean it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't say another word; I only wish I could have done more for
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what do you suppose Katie thinks of me?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you see, it sums itself up in this; she sees that you have
+ been making serious love to Patty, and have turned the poor girl's head,
+ more or less, and that now you are in love with somebody else. Why, put it
+ how we will, we can't get out of that. There are the facts, pure and
+ simple, and she wouldn't be half a woman if she didn't resent it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But it's hard lines, too, isn't it, old fellow? No, I won't say
+ that? I deserve it all, and much worse. But you think I may come round all
+ right?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, all in good time. I hope there's no danger in any other
+ quarter?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Goodness knows. There's the rub, you see. She will go back to town
+ disgusted with me. I sha'n't see her again, and she won't hear of me for I
+ don't know how long; and she will be meeting heaps of men. Has Katie been
+ over to Barton?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes; she was there last week, just before they left.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, what happened?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She wouldn't say much; but I gathered that they are very
+ well.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh yes, bother it. Of course they are very well. But didn't she
+ talk to Katie about what happened last week?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of couse they did! What else should they talk about?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you don't know what they said?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No. But you may depend on it that Miss Winter will be your friend.
+ My dear fellow, there is nothing for it but time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I suppose not,&rdquo; said Tom, with a groan. &ldquo;Do you
+ think I should call and see Katie?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; I think better not.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, we may as well get back,&rdquo; said Tom, who was not
+ sorry for his friend's decision. So they paid their bill and started for
+ home, taking the Hawk's Lynch on the way, that Hardy might see the view.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And what did you find out about young Winburn?&rdquo; he said as
+ they passed down the street.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, no good,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;he was turned out, as I
+ thought, and has gone to live with an old woman on the heath here, who is
+ no better than she should be; and none of the farmers will employ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You didn't see him, I suppose?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, he is away with some of the heath people, hawking besoms and
+ chairs about the country. They make them when there is no harvest work,
+ and loaf about in Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire, and other counties,
+ selling them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No good will come of that sort of life, I'm afraid.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, but what is he to do?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I called at the lodge as I came away, and saw Patty and her mother.
+ It's all right in that quarter. The old woman doesn't seem to think
+ anything of it, and Patty is a good girl, and will make Harry Winburn, or
+ anybody else, a capital wife. Here are your letters.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And the locket?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I quite forgot it. Why didn't you remind me of it? You talked of
+ nothing but the letters this morning.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm glad of it. It can do no harm now, and as it is worth
+ something, I should have been ashamed to take it back. I hope she'll put
+ Harry's hair in it soon. Did she seem to mind giving up the
+ letters?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not very much. No, you are lucky there. She will get over
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you told her that I am her friend for life, and that she is to
+ let me know if I can ever do anything for her?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. And now I hope this is the last job of the kind I shall ever
+ have to do for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But what bad luck it has been? If I had only seen her before, or
+ known who she was, nothing of all this would have happened.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ To this Hardy made no reply; and the subject was not alluded to again in
+ their walk home.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A day or two afterwards they returned to Oxford, Hardy to begin his work
+ as fellow and assistant-tutor of the College, and Tom to see whether he
+ could not make a better hand of his second year than he had of his first.
+ He began with a much better chance of doing so, for he was thoroughly
+ humbled. The discovery that he was not altogether such a hero as he had
+ fancied himself, had dawned upon him very distinctly by the end of his
+ first year; and the events of the long vacation had confirmed the
+ impression, and pretty well taken all the conceit out of him for the time.
+ The impotency of his own will, even when he was bent on doing the right
+ thing, his want of insight and foresight in whatever matter he took in
+ hand, the unruliness of his temper and passions just at the moments when
+ it behooved him to have them most thoroughly in hand and under control,
+ were a set of disagreeable facts which had been driven well home to him.
+ The results, being even such as we have seen, he did not much repine at,
+ for he felt he had deserved them; and there was a sort of grim
+ satisfaction, dreary as the prospect was, in facing them, and taking his
+ punishment like a man. This was what he had felt at the first blush on the
+ Hawk's Lynch; and, as he thought over matters again by his fire, with his
+ oak sported, on the first evening of term, he was still in the same mind.
+ This was clearly what he had to do now. How to do it, was the only
+ question.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At first he was inclined to try to set himself right with the Porters and
+ the Englebourn circle, by writing further explanations and confessions to
+ Katie. But, on trying his hand at a letter, he found that he could not
+ trust himself. The temptation of putting everything in the best point of
+ view for himself was too great; so he gave up the attempt, and merely
+ wrote a few lines to David, to remind him that he was always ready and
+ anxious to do all he could for his friend, Harry Winburn, and to beg that
+ he might have news of anything which happened to him, and how he was
+ getting on. He did not allude to what had lately happened, for he did not
+ know whether the facts had become known, and was in no hurry to open the
+ subject himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Having finished his letter, he turned again to his meditations over the
+ fire, and, considering that he had some little right to reward resolution,
+ took off the safety valve, and allowed the thoughts to bubble up freely
+ which were always underlying all others that passed through his brain, and
+ making constant low, delicious, but just now somewhat melancholy music, in
+ his head and heart. He gave himself up to thinking of Mary, and their walk
+ in the wood, and the sprained ankle, and all the sayings and doings of
+ that eventful autumn day. And then he opened his desk, and examined
+ certain treasures therein concealed, including a withered rose-bud, a
+ sprig of heather, a cut boot-lace, and a scrap or two of writing. Having
+ gone through some extravagant forms of worship, not necessary to be
+ specified, he put them away. Would it ever all come right?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He made his solitary tea, and sat down again to consider the point. But
+ the point would not be considered alone. He began to feel more strongly
+ what he had had several hints of already, that there was a curiously close
+ connexion between his own love story and that of Harry Winburn and
+ Patty—that he couldn't separate them, even in his thoughts. Old Simon's
+ tumble, which had recalled his daughter from Oxford at so critical a
+ moment for him; Mary's visit to Englebourn at this very time; the curious
+ yet natural series of little accidents which had kept him in ignorance of
+ Patty's identity until the final catastrophe—then, again, the way in which
+ Harry Winburn and his mother had come across him on the very day of his
+ leaving Barton; the fellowship of a common mourning which had seemed to
+ bind them together so closely; and this last discovery, which he could not
+ help fearing must turn Harry into a bitter enemy, when he heard the truth,
+ as he must, sooner or later—as all these things passed before him, he gave
+ in to a sort of superstitious feeling that his own fate hung, in some way
+ or another, upon that of Harry Winburn. If he helped on his suit, he was
+ helping on his own; but whether he helped on his own or not, was, after
+ all, not that which was uppermost in his thoughts, He was much changed in
+ this respect since he last sat in those rooms, just after his first days
+ with her. Since then an angel had met him, and had touched the cord of
+ self, which, trembling, was passing &ldquo;in music out of sight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The thought of Harry and his trials enabled him to indulge in some good
+ honest indignation, for which there was no room in his own case. That the
+ prospects in life of such a man should be in the power, to a great extent,
+ of such people as Squire Wurley and Farmer Tester; that, because he
+ happened to be poor, he should be turned out of the cottage where his
+ family had lived for a hundred years, at a week's notice, through the
+ caprice of a drunken gambler; that because he had stood up for his rights,
+ and had thereby offended the worst farmer in the parish, he should be a
+ marked man, and unable to get work—these things appeared so monstrous to
+ Tom, and made him so angry, that he was obliged to get up and stamp about
+ the room. And from the particular case he very soon got to
+ generalizations.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Questions which had before now puzzled him gained a new significance every
+ minute, and became real to him. Why a few men should be rich, and all the
+ rest poor; above all, why he should be one of the few? Why the mere
+ possession of property should give a man power over all his neighbors? Why
+ poor men who were ready and willing to work should only be allowed to work
+ as a sort of favor, and should after all get the merest tithe of what
+ their labor produced, and be tossed aside as soon as their work was done,
+ or no longer required? These, and other such problems, rose up before him,
+ crude and sharp, asking to be solved. Feeling himself quite unable to give
+ any but one answer to them—viz. that he was getting out of his depth, and
+ that the whole business was in a muddle—he had recourse to his old method
+ when in difficulties, and putting on his cap, started off to Hardy's rooms
+ to talk the matter over, and see whether he could not get some light on it
+ from that quarter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He returned in an hour or so, somewhat less troubled in his mind inasmuch
+ as he had found his friend in pretty much the same state of mind on such
+ topics as himself. But one step he had gained. Under his arm he carried
+ certain books from Hardy's scanty library, the perusal of which he hoped,
+ at least, might enable him sooner or later to feel that he had got on to
+ some sort of firm ground, At any rate, Hardy had advised him to read them;
+ so, without more ado, he drew his chair to the table and began to look
+ into them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This glimpse of the manner in which Tom spent the first evening of his
+ second year at Oxford, will enable intelligent readers to understand why,
+ though he took to reading far more kindly and honestly than he had ever
+ done before, he made no great advance in the proper studies of the place.
+ Not that he wholly neglected these, for Hardy kept him pretty well up to
+ the collar, and he passed his little go creditably, and was fairly placed
+ at the college examinations. In some of the books which he had to get up
+ for lectures he was genuinely interested. The politics of Athens, the
+ struggle between the Roman plebs and patricians, Mons Sacer and the
+ Agrarian laws—these began to have a new meaning to him, but chiefly
+ because they bore more or less on the great Harry Winburn problem; which
+ problem, indeed, for him had now fairly swelled into the
+ condition-of-England problem, and was becoming every day more and more
+ urgent and importunate, shaking many old beliefs, and leading him whither
+ he knew not.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This very matter of leading was a sore trial to him. The further he got on
+ his new road, the more he felt the want of guidance—the guidance of some
+ man; for that of books he soon found to be bewildering. His college tutor,
+ whom he consulted, only deprecated the waste of tune; but on finding it
+ impossible to dissuade him, at last recommended the economic works of that
+ day as the proper well springs of truth on such matters. To them Tom
+ accordingly went, and read with the docility and faith of youth, bent on
+ learning and feeling itself in the presence of men who had, or assumed,
+ the right of speaking with authority.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And they spoke to him with authority, and he read on, believing much and
+ hoping more; but somehow they did not really satisfy him, though they
+ silenced him for the time. It was not the fault of the books, most of
+ which laid down clearly enough, that what they professed to teach was the
+ science of man's material interests, and the laws of the making and
+ employment of capital. But this escaped him in his eagerness, and he
+ wandered up and down their pages in search of quite another science, and
+ of laws with which they did not meddle. Nevertheless, here and there they
+ seemed to touch upon what he was in search of. He was much fascinated, for
+ instance, by the doctrine of &ldquo;the greatest happiness of the greatest
+ number,&rdquo; and for its sake swallowed for a time, though not without
+ wry faces, the dogmas, that self-interest is the true pivot of all social
+ action, that population has a perpetual tendency to outstrip the means of
+ living, and that to establish a preventive check on population is the duty
+ of all good citizens. And so he lived on for some time in a dreary
+ uncomfortable state, fearing for the future of his country, and with
+ little hope about his own. But, when he came to take stock of his newly
+ acquired knowledge, to weigh it and measure it, and found it to consist of
+ a sort of hazy conviction that society would be all right and ready for
+ the millennium, when every man could do what he liked, and nobody could
+ interfere with him, and there should be a law against marriage, the result
+ was more than he could stand. He roused himself and shook himself, and
+ began to think, &ldquo;Well, these my present teachers are very clever
+ men, and well-meaning men, too. I see all that; but, if their teaching is
+ only to land me here, why it was scarcely worth while going through so
+ much to get so little.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Casting about still for guidance, Grey occurred to him. Grey was in
+ residence as a bachelor, attending divinity lectures, and preparing for
+ ordination. He was still working hard at the night-school, and Tom had
+ been there once or twice to help him when the curate was away. In short he
+ was in very good books with Grey, who had got the better of his shyness
+ with him. He saw that Tom was changed and sobered, and in his heart hoped
+ some day to wean him from the pursuits of the body, to which he was still
+ fearfully addicted, and to bring him into the fold. This hope was not
+ altogether unfounded; for, notwithstanding the strong bias against them
+ which Tom had brought with him from school, he was now at times much
+ attracted by many of the High Church doctrines, and the men who professed
+ them. Such men as Grey, he saw, did really believe something, and were in
+ earnest about carrying their beliefs into action. The party might and did
+ comprise many others of the weakest sort, who believed and were in earnest
+ about nothing, but who liked to be peculiar. Nevertheless, while he saw it
+ laying hold of many of the best men of his time, it is not to be wondered
+ at that he was drawn towards it. Some help might lie in these men if he
+ could only get at it!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So he propounded his doubts and studies, and their results to Grey. But it
+ was a failure. Grey felt no difficulty or very little, in the whole
+ matter; but Tom found that it was because he believed the world to belong
+ to the devil. &ldquo;<i>Laissez faire</i>,&rdquo; &ldquo;buying cheap and
+ selling dear,&rdquo; Grey held might be good enough for laws for the
+ world—very probably were. The laws of the Church were
+ &ldquo;self-sacrifice,&rdquo; and &ldquo;bearing one another's
+ burdens&rdquo; her children should come out from the regions where the
+ world's laws were acknowledged.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom listened, was dazzled at first, and thought he was getting on the
+ right track. But very soon he found that Grey's specific was not of the
+ least use to him. It was no good to tell him of the rules of a society to
+ which he felt that he neither belonged, nor wished to belong, for clearly
+ it could not be the Church of England. He was an outsider! Grey would
+ probably admit it to be so, if he asked him! He had no longing to be
+ anything else, <i>if</i> the Church meant an exclusive body, which took no
+ care of any but its own people, and had nothing to say to the great world
+ in which he and most people had to live, and buying and selling, and
+ hiring and working, had to go on. The close corporation might have very
+ good laws, but they were nothing to him. What he wanted to know about was
+ the law which this great world—the devil's world, as Grey called it—was
+ ruled by, or rather ought to be ruled by. Perhaps, after all, Bentham and
+ the others, whose books he had been reading, might be right! At any rate,
+ it was clear that they had had in their thoughts the same world that he
+ had—the world which included himself and Harry Winburn, and all labourers
+ and squires, and farmers. So he turned to them again, not hopefully, but
+ more inclined to listen to them than he had been before he had spoken to
+ Grey.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy was so fully occupied with college lectures and private pupils, that
+ Tom had scruples about taking up much of his spare time in the evenings.
+ Nevertheless, as Grey had broken down, and there was nobody else on whose
+ judgment he could rely who would listen to him, whenever he had a chance
+ he would propound some of his puzzles to his old friend. In some respects
+ he got little help, for Hardy was almost as much at sea as he himself on
+ such subjects as &ldquo;value,&rdquo; and &ldquo;wages,&rdquo; and the
+ &ldquo;laws of supply and demand.&rdquo; But there was an indomitable
+ belief in him that all men's intercourse with one another, and not merely
+ that of Churchmen, must be founded on the principal of &ldquo;doing as
+ they would be done by,&rdquo; and not on &ldquo;buying cheap and selling
+ dear,&rdquo; and that these never would or could be reconciled with one
+ another, or mean the same thing, twist them how you would. This faith of
+ his friend's comforted Tom greatly, and he was never tired of bringing it
+ out; but at times he had his doubts whether Grey might not be
+ right—whether, after all, that and the like maxims and principles were
+ meant to be the laws of the kingdoms of this world. He wanted some
+ corroborative evidence on the subject from an impartial and competent
+ witness, and at last hit upon what he wanted. For, one evening, on
+ entering Hardy's rooms, he found him on the last pages of a book, which he
+ shut up with an air of triumph on recognizing his visitor. Taking it up,
+ he thrust it into Tom's hands, and slapping him on the shoulder, said,
+ &ldquo;There, my boy, that's what we want, or pretty near it at any rate.
+ Now, don't say a word, but go back to your rooms, and swallow it whole and
+ digest it, and then come back and tell me what you think of it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But I want to talk to you.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't talk. I have spent the better part of two days over that
+ book, and have no end of papers to look over. There; get back to your
+ rooms, and do what I tell you, or sit down here and hold your
+ tongue.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom sat down and held his tongue, and was soon deep in Carlyle's
+ &ldquo;Past and Present.&rdquo; How he did revel in it—in the humor, the
+ power, the pathos, but, above all, in the root and branch denunciations of
+ many of the doctrines in which he had been so lately voluntarily and
+ wearily chaining himself! The chains went snapping off one after another,
+ and, in his exultation, he kept spouting out passage after passage in a
+ song of triumph, &ldquo;Enlightened egoism never so luminous is not the
+ rule by which man's life can be led—<i>laissez-faire</i>, supply and
+ demand, cash payment for the sole nexus, and so forth, were not, are not,
+ and never will be, a practical law of union for a society of men,&rdquo;
+ &amp;c., &amp;c., until Hardy fairly got up and turned him out, and he
+ retired with his new-found treasure to his own rooms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had scarcely ever in his life been so moved by a book before. He
+ laughed over it, and cried over it, and began half a dozen letters to the
+ author to thank him, which he fortunately tore up. He almost forgot Mary
+ for several hours during his first enthusiasm. He had no notion how he had
+ been mastered and oppressed before. He felt as the crew of a small
+ fishing-smack, who are being towed away by an enemy's cruiser, might feel
+ on seeing a frigate with the Union Jack flying, bearing down and opening
+ fire on their captor; or as a small boy at school, who is being fagged
+ against rules by the right of the strongest, feels when he sees his big
+ brother coming around the corner. The help which he had found was just
+ what he wanted. There was no narrowing of the ground here—no appeal to men
+ as members of any exclusive body whatever to separate themselves and come
+ out of the devil's world; but to men as men, to every man as a man—to the
+ weakest and meanest, as well as to the strongest and most noble—telling
+ them that the world is God's world, that everyone of them has a work in
+ it, and bidding them find their work and set about it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The strong tinge of sadness which ran through the whole book, and its
+ unsparing denunciations of the established order of things, suited his own
+ unsettled and restless frame of mind. So he gave himself up to his new
+ bondage, and rejoiced in it, as though he had found at last what he was
+ seeking for; and, by the time that long vacation came round again, to
+ which we are compelled to hurry him, he was filled full of a set of
+ contradictory notions and beliefs, which were destined to astonish and
+ perplex the mind of that worthy J. P. for the county of Berks, Brown the
+ elder, whatever other effect they might have on society at large.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Readers must not suppose, however, that our hero had given up his old
+ pursuits; on the contrary, he continued to boat, and cricket, and spar,
+ with as much vigor as ever. His perplexities only made him a little more
+ silent at his pastimes than he used to be. But, as we have already seen
+ him thus employed, and know the ways of the animal in such matters, it is
+ needless to repeat. What we want to do is to follow him into new fields of
+ thought and action, and mark, if it may be, how he develops, and gets
+ himself educated in one way and another; and this plunge into the great
+ sea of social, political, and economical questions is the noticeable fact
+ (so far as any is noticeable) of his second year's residence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ During the year he had only very meagre accounts of matters at Englebourn.
+ Katie, indeed, had come round sufficiently to write to him; but she
+ scarcely alluded to her cousin. He only knew that Mary had come out in
+ London, and was much admired; and that the Porters had not taken Barton
+ again, but were going abroad for the autumn and winter. The accounts of
+ Harry were bad; he was still living at Daddy Collins's, nobody knew how,
+ and working gang-work occasionally with the outlaws of the heath.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The only fact of importance in the neighborhood had been the death of
+ Squire Wurley, which happened suddenly in the spring. A distant cousin had
+ succeeded him, a young man of Tom's own age.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was also in residence at Oxford, and Tom knew him. They were not very
+ congenial; so he was much astonished when young Wurley, on his return to
+ College, after his relative's funeral, rather sought him out, and seemed
+ to wish to know more of him. The end of it was an invitation to Tom to
+ come to the Grange, and spend a week or so at the beginning of the long
+ vacation. There was to be a party of Oxford men there, and nobody else;
+ and they meant to enjoy themselves thoroughly, Wurley said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt much embarrassed how to act, and, after some hesitation, told his
+ inviter of his last visit to the mansion in question, thinking that a
+ knowledge of the circumstances might change his mind. But he found that
+ young Wurley knew the facts already; and, in fact, he couldn't help
+ suspecting that his quarrel with the late owner had something to say to
+ his present invitation. However, it did not lie in his mouth to be curious
+ on the subject; and so he accepted the invitation gladly, much delighted
+ at the notion of beginning his vacation so near Englebourn, and having the
+ run of the Grange fishing, which was justly celebrated.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0037"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXVI—THE RIVER SIDE</h2>
+ <p>
+ So, from Henley, Tom went home just to see his father and mother and pick
+ up his fishing-gear, and then started for the Grange. On his road thither,
+ he more than once almost made up his mind to go round by Englebourn, get
+ his first interview with Katie over, and find out how the world was really
+ going with Harry and his sweetheart, of whom he had such meagre
+ intelligence of late. But, for some reason or another, when it came to
+ taking the turn to Englebourn, he passed it by, and, contenting himself
+ for the time with a distant view of the village and the Hawk's Lynch,
+ drove straight to the Grange.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had not expected to feel very comfortable at first in the house which
+ he had left the previous autumn in so strange a manner, and he was not
+ disappointed. The rooms reminded him unpleasantly of his passage of arms
+ with the late master, and the grave and portly butler was somewhat
+ embarrassed in his reception of him; while the footman, who carried off
+ his portmanteau, did it with a grin which put him out. The set of men whom
+ he found there were not of his sort. They were young Londoners, and he a
+ thorough countryman. But the sight of the stream by which he took a hearty
+ stroll before dinner made up for everything, and filled him with
+ pleasurable anticipations. He thought he had never seen a sweeter bit of
+ water.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The dinner to which the party of young gentlemen sat down was most
+ undeniable. The host talked a little too much, perhaps; under all the
+ circumstances, of <i>my</i> wine, <i>my</i> plate, <i>my</i> mutton,
+ &amp;c., provoking the thought of how long they had been his. But he was
+ bent on hospitality after his fashion, and his guests were not disposed to
+ criticize much.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old butler did not condescend to wait, but brought in a magnum of
+ claret after dinner, carefully nursing it as if it were a baby, and
+ placing it patronizingly before his young master. Before they adjourned to
+ the billiard-room they had disposed of several of the same; but the
+ followers were brought in by a footman, the butler being employed in
+ discussing a bottle of an older vintage with the steward in the
+ still-room. Then came pool, pool, pool, soda-water and brandy, and cigars,
+ into the short hours; but Tom stole away early, having an eye to his
+ morning's fishing, and not feeling much at home with his companions.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was out soon after sunrise the next morning. He never wanted to be
+ called when there was a trout-stream within reach; and his fishing
+ instinct told him that, in these sultry dog-days, there would be little
+ chance of sport when the sun was well up. So he let himself gently out of
+ the hall door—paused a moment on the steps to fill his chest with the
+ fresh morning air, as he glanced at the weathercock over the stables—and
+ then set to work to put his tackle together on the lawn, humming a tune to
+ himself as he selected an insinuating red hackle and alder fly from his
+ well-worn book, and tied them on to his cast. Then he slung his creel over
+ his shoulder, picked up his rod, and started for the water.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As he passed the gates of the stable-yard, the keeper came out—a sturdy
+ bullet-headed fellow, in a velveteen coat, and cord breeches and
+ gaiters—and touched his hat. Tom returned the salute, and wished him good
+ morning.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Mornin', sir; you be about early.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I reckon it's the best time for sport at the end of
+ June.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Tis so, Sir. Shall I fetch a net, and come along!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you, I'll manage the ladle myself. But which do you call
+ the best water?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They be both middling good. They ain't much odds atwixt 'em. But I
+ see most fish movin' o' mornin's in the deep water down below.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know; the night was too hot,&rdquo; said Tom, who had
+ examined the water the day before, and made up his mind where he was
+ going. &ldquo;I'm for deep water on cold days; I shall begin with the
+ stickles up above. There's a good head of water on, I suppose?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Plenty down this last week, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, then; we'll walk together, if you're going that
+ way.&rdquo; So Tom stepped off, brushing through the steaming long grass,
+ gemmed with wild flowers, followed by the keeper; and, as the grasshoppers
+ bounded chirruping out of his way, and the insect life hummed and
+ murmured, and the lark rose and sang above his head, he felt happier than
+ he had done for many a long month. So his heart opened towards his
+ companion, who kept a little behind him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What size do you take 'em out, keeper?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Anything over nine inches, sir. But there's a smartish few fish of
+ three pounds, for them as can catch 'em.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, that's good; but they ain't easy caught, eh?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't rightly know, sir; but there's gents comes as stands close
+ by the water, and flogs down stream with the sun in their backs, and uses
+ all manner o' vlies, wi' long names; and then they gwoes away, and says,
+ 'tain't no use flying here, 'cas there's so much cadis bait and that
+ like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ah, very likely,&rdquo; said Tom, with a chuckle.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The chaps as catches the big fishes, sir,&rdquo; went on the
+ keeper, getting confidential, &ldquo;is thay cussed night-line poachers.
+ There's one o' thay as has come here this last spring-tide—the artfullest
+ chap as ever I come across, and down to every move on the board. He don't
+ use no shove-nets, nor such-like tackle; not he; I s'pose he don't call
+ that sport. Besides, I got master to stake the whole water, and set old
+ knives and razors about in the holes, but that don't answer; and this
+ joker all'us goes alone—which, in course, he couldn't do with nets. Now, I
+ knows within five or six yards where that chap sets his lines, and I finds
+ 'em, now and again, set the artfullest you ever see. But 'twould take a
+ man's life to look arter him, and I knows he gets, maybe, a dozen big fish
+ a week, do all as I knows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How is it you can't catch him, keeper?&rdquo; said Tom, much
+ amused.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why you see sir, he don't come at any hours. Drat un!&rdquo; said
+ the keeper, getting hot; &ldquo;blessed if I don't think he sometimes
+ comes down among the haymakers and folk at noon, and up lines and off,
+ while they chaps does nothing but snigger at un—all I knows is, as I've
+ watched till midnight, and then on again at dawn for'n, and no good come
+ on it but once.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How was that?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, one mornin', sir, about last Lady-day, I comes quite quiet up
+ stream about dawn. When I get's to Farmer Giles's piece (that little rough
+ bit, sir, as you sees t'other side the stream, two fields from our outside
+ bounds), I sees un a stooping down and hauling in's line. 'Now's your
+ time, Billy,' says I, and up the hedge I cuts, hotfoot, to get betwixt he
+ and our bounds. Wether he seen me or not, I can't mind; leastways, when I
+ up's head t'other side the hedge, vorights where I seen him last, there
+ was he a-trotting up stream quite cool, a-pocketing a two-pounder. Then he
+ sees me and away we goes side by side for the bounds—he this side the
+ hedge and I t'other; he takin' the fences like our old greyhound-bitch,
+ Clara. We takes the last fence on to that fuzzy field as you sees there,
+ Sir (parson's glebe and out of our liberty), neck and neck, and I turns
+ short to the left, 'cos there warn't no fence now betwixt he and I. Well,
+ I thought he'd a dodged on about the fuz. Not he; he slouches his hat
+ over's eyes, and stands quite cool by fust fuz bush—I minded then as we
+ was out o' our beat. Hows'ever my blood was up; so I at's him then and
+ there, no words lost, and fetches a crack at's head wi my stick.' He fends
+ wi' his'n; and then, as I rushes in to collar'n, dash'd if 'e didn't meet
+ I full, and catch I by the thigh and collar, and send I slap over's head
+ into a fuz bush.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then he chuckles fit to bust hisself, and cuts his stick, while I
+ creeps out full o' prickles, and wi' my breeches torn shameful. Dang
+ un!&rdquo; cried the keeper, while Tom roared, &ldquo;he's a lissum
+ wosbird, that I 'ool say, but I'll be up sides wi' he next time I sees un.
+ Whorson fool as I was, not to stop and look at 'n and speak to un! Then I
+ should ha' know'd 'n again; and now he med be our parish clerk for all as
+ I know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you've never met him since?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Never sot eye on un, sir, arly or late—wishes I had.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, keeper, here's a half crown to go towards mending the hole in
+ your breeches, and better luck at the return match. I shall begin fishing
+ here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank'ee, sir. You keep your cast pretty nigh that there off bank,
+ and you med have a rare good un ther'. I seen a fish suck there just now
+ as warn't spawned this year, nor last nether.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>And away went the communicative keeper.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stanch fellow, the keeper,&rdquo; said Tom to himself, as he reeled
+ out yard after yard of his tapered line, and with a gentle sweep dropped
+ his collar of flies lightly on the water, each cast covering another five
+ feet of the dimpling surface. &ldquo;Good fellow, the keeper—don't mind
+ telling a story against himself—can stand being laughed at—more than
+ master can. Ah, there's the fish he saw sucking, I'll be bound. Now, you
+ beauties, over his nose, and fall light, don't disgrace your bringing
+ up!&rdquo; and away went the flies quivering through the air and lighting
+ close to the opposite bank, under a bunch of rushes. A slight round eddy
+ flowed below the rushes as the cast came gently back across the current.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, you see them, do you, old boy?&rdquo; thought Tom. &ldquo;Say
+ your prayers, then, and get shrived!&rdquo; and away went the flies again,
+ this time a little below. No movement. The third throw, a great lunge and
+ splash, and the next moment the lithe rod bent double, and the gut collar
+ spun along, cutting through the water like mad. Up goes the great fish
+ twice into the air, Tom giving him the point; then up stream again, Tom
+ giving him the butt, and beginning to reel up gently. Down goes the great
+ fish into the swaying weeds, working with his tail like a twelve-horse
+ screw. &ldquo;If I can only get my nose to ground,&rdquo; thinks he. So
+ thinks Tom, and trusts to his tackle, keeping a steady strain on trouty,
+ and creeping gently down stream. &ldquo;No go,&rdquo; says the fish as he
+ feels his nose steadily hauled round, and turns a swirl downstream. Away
+ goes Tom, reeling in, and away goes the fish in hopes of a slack—away, for
+ twenty or thirty yards—the fish coming to the top lazily, and again, and
+ holding on to get his second wind. Now a cart track crosses the stream, no
+ weeds, and shallow water at the side. &ldquo;Here we must have it
+ out,&rdquo; thinks Tom, and turns fish's nose up stream again. The big
+ fish gets sulky, twice drifts towards the shallow, and twice plunges away
+ at the sight of his enemy into the deep water. The third time he comes
+ swaying in, his yellow side gleaming and his mouth open; and, the next
+ moment Tom scoops him out onto the grass, with a &ldquo;whoop&rdquo; that
+ might have been heard at the house.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Two pounder, if he's an ounce,&rdquo; says Tom, as he gives him the
+ <i>coup de grace</i>, and lays him out lovingly on the fresh green sward.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Who amongst you, dear readers, can appreciate the intense delight of
+ grassing your first big fish after a nine month's fast? All first
+ sensations have their special pleasure; but none can be named, in a small
+ way, to beat this of the first fish of the season. The first clean leg-hit
+ for four in your first match at Lord's—the grating of the bows of your
+ racing boat against the stern of the boat ahead in your first race—the
+ first half-mile of a burst from the cover side in November, when the
+ hounds in the field ahead may be covered with a table-cloth, and no one
+ but the huntsman and a top sawyer or two lies between you and them—the
+ first brief after your call to the bar, if it comes within the year—the
+ sensations produced by these are the same in kind; but cricket, boating,
+ getting briefs, even hunting lose their edge as time goes on. As to lady
+ readers, it is impossible, probably, to give them an idea of the sensation
+ in question. Perhaps some may have experienced something of the kind at
+ their first balls, when they heard whispers and saw all eyes turning their
+ way, and knew that their dresses and gloves fitted perfectly. But this joy
+ can be felt but once in a life, and the first fish comes back as fresh as
+ ever, or ought to come, if all men had their rights, once in a season. So,
+ good luck to the gentle craft, and its professors, may the Fates send us
+ much into their company! The trout fisher, like the landscape painter,
+ haunts the loveliest places of the earth, and haunts them alone. Solitude
+ and his own thoughts—he must be on the best terms with all of these; and
+ he who can take kindly the largest allowance of these is likely to be the
+ kindliest and truest with his fellow men.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had splendid sport that summer morning. As the great sun rose higher,
+ the light morning breeze, which had curled the water, died away; the light
+ mist drew up into light cloud, and the light cloud vanished, into
+ cloudland, for anything I know; and still the fish rose, strange to say,
+ though Tom felt it was an affair of minutes, and acted accordingly. At
+ eight o'clock he was about a quarter of a mile from the house, at a point
+ in the stream of rare charms both for the angler and the lover of gentle
+ river beauty. The main stream was crossed by a lock, formed of a solid
+ brick bridge with no parapets, under which the water rushed through four
+ small arches, each of which could be closed in an instant by letting down
+ a heavy wooden lock gate, fitted in grooves on the upper side of the
+ bridge. Such locks are frequent in the west-country streams—even at long
+ distances from mills and millers, for whose behoof they were made in old
+ days, that the supply of water to the mill might be easily regulated. All
+ pious anglers should bless the memories of the old builders of them, for
+ they are the very paradises of the great trout, who frequent the old
+ brickwork and timber foundations. The water in its rush through the
+ arches, had of course worked for itself a deep hole, and then, some twenty
+ yards below, spread itself out in wanton joyous ripples and eddies over a
+ broad surface some fifty yards across, and dashed away towards a little
+ island some two hundred yards below, or rolled itself slowly back towards
+ the bridge again, up the backwater by the side of the bank, as if longing
+ for another merry rush through one of those narrow arches. The island
+ below was crowned with splendid alders, willows forty feet high, which
+ wept into the water, and two or three poplars; a rich mile of water
+ meadow, with an occasional willow or alder, lay gleaming beyond; and the
+ view was bounded by a glorious wood, which crowned the gentle slope, at
+ the foot of which the river ran. Another considerable body of water, which
+ had been carried off above from the main stream to flush the water
+ meadows, joined its parent at this point; it came slowly down a broad
+ artificial ditch running parallel with the main stream; and the narrow
+ strip of land which divided the two streams ended abruptly just below the
+ lock, forming a splendid point for bather or angler.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had fixed on this pool as his <i>bonne bouche</i>, as a child keeps
+ its plums till the last, and stole over the bridge, stooping low to gain
+ the point indicated. Having gained it, he glanced round to be aware of the
+ dwarf ash-trees and willows which were scattered along the strip, and
+ might catch heedless collars and spoil sport, when, lying lazily almost on
+ the surface where the backwater met the stream from the meadows, he beheld
+ the great grandfather of all trout, a fellow two feet long and a foot in
+ girth at the shoulders, just moving fin enough to keep him from turning
+ over on to his back. He threw himself flat on the ground and crept away to
+ the other side of the strip; the king fish had not seen him; and the next
+ moment Tom saw him suck in a bee, laden with his morning's load of honey,
+ who touched the water unwarily close to his nose. With trembling hand, Tom
+ took off his tail fly, and, on his knee, substituted a governor; then
+ shortening his line, after wetting his mimic bee in the pool behind him,
+ tossed it gently into the monster's very jaws. For a moment the fish
+ seemed scared, but the next, conscious in his strength, lifted his nose
+ slowly to the surface and sucked in the bait.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom struck gently, and then sprang to his feet. But the Heavens had other
+ work for the king fish, who dived swiftly under the bank; a slight jar
+ followed, and Tom's rod was straight over his head, the line and scarcely
+ a yard of his trusty gut collar dangling about his face. He seized this
+ remnant with horror and unsatisfied longing, and examined it with care.
+ Could he have overlooked any fraying which the gut might have got in the
+ morning's work? No; he had gone over every inch of it not five minutes
+ before, as he neared the pool. Besides it was cut clean through, not a
+ trace of bruise or fray about it. How could it have happened? He went to
+ the spot and looked into the water; it was slightly discolored and he
+ could not see the bottom. He threw his fishing coat off, rolled up the
+ sleeve of his flannel shirt, and, lying on his side, felt about the bank
+ and tried to reach the bottom but couldn't. So, hearing the half-hour bell
+ ring, he deferred further inquiry, and stripped in silent disgust for a
+ plunge in the pool. Three times he hurled himself into the delicious rush
+ of the cold chalk stream, with that utter abandon in which man, whose
+ bones are brittle, can only indulge when there are six or seven feet of
+ water between him and mother earth; and, letting the stream bear him away
+ at its own sweet will to the shallows below, struck up again through the
+ rush and the roar to his plunging place. Then, slowly and luxuriously
+ dressing, he lit his short pipe—companion of meditation—and began to
+ ruminate on the escape of the king fish. What could have cut his collar?
+ The more he thought, the less he could make it out. When suddenly he was
+ aware of the keeper on his way back to the house for orders and breakfast.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What sport, sir?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pretty fair,&rdquo; said Tom, carelessly, lugging five plump
+ speckled fellows, weighing some seven and a half pounds, out of his creel,
+ and laying them out for the keeper's inspection.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, they be in prime order, sir, surely,&rdquo; says the keeper,
+ handling them; &ldquo;they allus gets mortal thick across the shoulders
+ while the May-fly be on. Loose any sir?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I put in some little ones up above, and lost one screamer just up
+ the black ditch there. He must have been a four-pounder, and went off, and
+ be hanged to him, with two yards of my collar and a couple of first-rate
+ flies. How on earth he got off I can't tell!&rdquo; and he went on to
+ unfold the particulars of the short struggle.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The keeper could hardly keep down a grin. &ldquo;Ah, sir,&rdquo; said he,
+ &ldquo;I thinks I knows what spwiled your sport. You owes it all to that
+ chap as I was a telling you of, or my name's not Willum Goddard;&rdquo;
+ and then, fishing the lockpole with a hook at the end of it out of the
+ rushes, he began groping under the bank, and presently hauled up a sort of
+ infernal machine, consisting of a heavy lump of wood, a yard or so long,
+ in which were carefully inserted the blades of four or five old knives and
+ razors, while a crop of rusty jagged nails filled up the spare space.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom looked at it in wonder. &ldquo;What devil's work have you got hold of
+ there?&rdquo; he said at last.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bless you, sir,&rdquo; said the keeper, &ldquo;'tis only our shove
+ net traps as I was a telling you of. I keeps hard upon a dozen on 'em and
+ shifts 'em about in the likeliest holes; and I takes care to let the men
+ as is about the water meadows see me a-sharpening on 'em up a bit wi' a
+ file, now and again. And since master gev me orders to put 'em in, I don't
+ think they tries that game on not once a month.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well but where do you and your master expect to go to if you set
+ such things as those about?&rdquo; said Tom, looking serious. &ldquo;Why,
+ you'll be cutting some fellow's hand or foot half off one of these days.
+ Suppose I'd waded up the bank to see what had become of my cast?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Lor', sir, I never thought o' that,&rdquo; said the keeper, looking
+ sheepish and lifting the back of his short hat off his head to make room
+ for a scratch; &ldquo;but,&rdquo; added he turning the subject, &ldquo;if
+ you wants to keep they artful wosbirds off the water, you must frighten
+ 'em wi' summat out o' the way. Drattle 'em, I knows they puts me to my
+ wit's end; but you'd never 'a had five such fish as them afore breakfast,
+ sir, if we didn't stake the waters.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, and I don't want 'em if I can't get 'em without. I'll tell
+ you what it is, keeper, this razor business is going a bit too far; men
+ ain't to be maimed for liking a bit of sport. You set spring-guns in the
+ woods, and you know what that came to. Why don't you, or one of your
+ watchers, stop out here at night, and catch the fellows, like men?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you see, sir, master don't allow me but one watcher and he's
+ mortal feared o' the water, he be, specially o' nights. He'd sooner by
+ half stop up in the woods. Daddy Collins (that's an old woman as lives on
+ the heath, sir, and a bad sort she be, too) well, she told him once, when
+ he wouldn't gee her some baccy as he'd got, and she'd a mind to, as he'd
+ fall twice into the water for once as he'd get out; and th' poor chap ever
+ since can't think but what he'll be drownded. And there's queer sights and
+ sounds by the river o' nights, too, I 'ool say, sir, let alone the white
+ mist, as makes everything look unket, and gives a chap the
+ rheumatics.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, but <i>you</i> ain't afraid of ghosts and rheumatism?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I don't know as I be, sir. But then there's the pheasants
+ a-breedin', and there's four brood of flappers in the withey bed, and a
+ sight of young hares in the spinneys. I be hard put to to mind it
+ all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I daresay you are,&rdquo; said Tom, putting on his coat and
+ shouldering his rod; &ldquo;I've a good mind to take a turn at it myself,
+ to help you, if you'll only drop those razors.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wishes you would, sir,&rdquo; said the keeper, from behind;
+ &ldquo;if genl'men'd sometimes take a watch at nights, they'd find out as
+ keepers hadn't all fair weather work, I'll warrant, if they're to keep a
+ good head o' game about a place. 'Taint all popping off guns, and lunching
+ under hayricks, I can tell 'em—no, nor half on it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where do you think, now, this fellow we are talking of sells his
+ fish?&rdquo; said Tom, after a minute's thought.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mostly at Reading Market, I hears tell, sir. There's the guard of
+ the mail, as goes by the cross-roads three days a week, he wur a rare
+ poaching chap hisself down in the west afore he got his place along of his
+ bugle-playing. They do say as he's open to any game, he is, from a buck to
+ a snipe, and drives a trade all down the road with the country chaps.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What day is Reading Market?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Tuesdays and Saturdays, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And what time does the mail go by?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Six o'clock in the morning, sir, at the cross-roads.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And they're three miles off, across the fields?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thereabouts, sir. I reckons it about a forty minutes' stretch, and
+ no time lost.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There'll be no more big fish caught on the fly to-day,&rdquo; said
+ Tom, after a minute's silence, as they neared the house.
+ </p>
+ <p>The wind had fallen dead, and not a spot of cloud in the sky.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not afore nightfall, I think, sir;&rdquo; and the keeper
+ disappeared towards the offices.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0038"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXVII—THE NIGHT WATCH</h2>
+ <h3>
+ &ldquo;You may do as you please, but I'm going to see it out.&rdquo;
+ </h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, but I say do come along; that's a good, fellow.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not I; why, we've only just come out. Didn't you hear? Wurley dared
+ me to do a night's watching, and I said I meant to do it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; so did I. But we can change our minds. What's the good of
+ having a mind if you can't change it! [Greek text] ai denterai poz
+ phrontidez sophoterai—isn't that good Greek and good sense?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't see it. They'll only laugh and sneer if we go back
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They'll laugh at us twice as much if we don't. Fancy they're just
+ beginning pool now, on that stunning table. Come along, Brown; don't miss
+ your chance. We shall be sure to divide the pools, as we've missed the
+ claret. Cool hands and cool heads, you know. Green on brown, pink your
+ player in hand! That's a good deal pleasanter than squatting here all
+ night on the damp grass.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Very likely.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you won't? Now, do be reasonable. Will you come if I stop with
+ you another half-hour?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;An hour then? Say till ten o'clock?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;If I went at all I would go at once.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then you won't come?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'll bet you a sovereign you never see a poacher, and then how sad
+ you will be in the morning! It will be much worse coming in to breakfast
+ with empty hands and a cold in the head, than going in now. They will
+ chaff then, I grant you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, they may chaff and be hanged, for I shan't go in
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom's interlocutor put his hands in the pockets of his heather mixture
+ shooting coat, and took a turn or two of some dozen yards, backwards and
+ forwards above the place where our hero was sitting. He didn't like going
+ in and facing the pool players by himself; so he stopped once more and
+ reopened the conversation.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What do you want to do by watching all night, Brown?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To show the keeper and those fellows indoors that I mean what I
+ say. I said I'd do it, and I will.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You don't want to catch a poacher, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't much care; I'll catch one if he comes in my way—or try it
+ on, at any rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Brown, I like that; as if you don't poach yourself. Why, I
+ remember when the Whiteham keeper spent the best part of a week outside
+ the college gates, on the lookout for you and Drysdale and some other
+ fellows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What has that to do with it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you ought to have more fellow-feeling. I suppose you go on the
+ principle of set a thief to catch a thief?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom made no answer, and his companion went on.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, now, like a good fellow. If you'll come in now, we can
+ come out again all fresh, when the rest go to bed.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not we. I sha'n't go in. But you can come out again if you like;
+ you'll find me hereabouts.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The man in the heather mixture had now shot his last bolt, and took
+ himself off to the house, leaving Tom by the riverside. How they got there
+ may be told in a few words. After his morning's fishing, and conversation
+ with the keeper, he had gone in full of his subject and propounded it at
+ the breakfast table. His strictures on the knife and razor business
+ produced a rather warm discussion, which merged in the question whether a
+ keeper's life was a hard one, till something was said implying that
+ Wurley's men were overworked. The master took this in high dudgeon, and
+ words ran high. In the discussion, Tom remarked (apropos of night-work)
+ that he would never ask another man to do what he would not do himself;
+ which sentiment was endorsed by, amongst others, the man in the heather
+ mixture. The host had retorted, that they had better in that case try it
+ themselves; which remark had the effect of making Tom resolve to cut short
+ his visit, and in the meantime had brought him and his ally to the river
+ side on the night in question.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The first hour, as we have seen, had been enough for the ally; and so Tom
+ was left in company with a plaid, a stick, and a pipe, to spend the night
+ by himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was by no means the first night he had spent in the open air, and
+ promised to be a pleasant one for camping out. It was almost the longest
+ day in the year, and the weather was magnificent. There was yet an hour of
+ daylight, and the place he had chosen was just the right one for enjoying
+ the evening.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was sitting under one of a clump of huge old alders, growing on the
+ thin strip of land already noticed, which divided the main stream from the
+ deep artificial ditch which fed the water-meadows. On his left the
+ emerald-green meadows stretched away till they met the inclosed corn-land.
+ On his right ran the main stream, some fifty feet in breadth at this
+ point; on the opposite side of which was a rough piece of ground, half
+ withey-bed, half copse, with a rank growth of rushes at the water's edge.
+ These were the chosen haunts of the moor-hen and water-rat, whose tracks
+ could be seen by dozens, like small open doorways, looking out on to the
+ river, through which ran a number of mysterious little paths into the
+ rush-wilderness beyond.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The sun was now going down behind the copse, through which his beams came
+ aslant, chequered and mellow. The stream ran dimpling by him, sleepily
+ swaying the masses of weed, under the surface and on the surface; and the
+ trout rose under the banks, as some moth or gnat or gleaming beetle fell
+ into the stream; here and there one more frolicsome than his brethren
+ would throw himself joyously into the air. The swifts rushed close by him,
+ in companies of five or six, and wheeled, and screamed, and dashed away
+ again, skimming along the water, baffling his eye as he tried to follow
+ their flight. Two kingfishers shot suddenly up on to their supper station,
+ on a stunted willow stump, some twenty yards below him, and sat there in
+ the glory of their blue backs and cloudy red waistcoats, watching with
+ long sagacious beaks pointed to the water beneath, and every now and then
+ dropping like flashes of light into the stream, and rising again, with
+ what seemed one motion, to their perches. A heron or two were fishing
+ about the meadows; and he watched them stalking about in their sober
+ quaker coats, or rising on slow heavy wing, and lumbering away home with a
+ weird cry. He heard the strong pinions of the wood pigeon in the air, and
+ then from the trees above his head came the soft call,
+ &ldquo;Take-two-cow-Taffy, take-two-cow-Taffy,&rdquo; with which that fair
+ and false bird is said to have beguilled the hapless Welchman to the
+ gallows. Presently, as he lay motionless, the timid and graceful little
+ water-hens peered out from their doors in the rushes opposite, and, seeing
+ no cause for fear, stepped daintily into the water, and were suddenly
+ surrounded by little bundles of black soft down, which went paddling about
+ in and out of the weeds, encouraged by the occasional sharp, clear,
+ parental &ldquo;keck-keck,&rdquo; and merry little dabchicks popped up in
+ mid-stream, and looked round, and nodded at him, pert and voiceless, and
+ dived again; even old cunning water-rats sat up on the bank with round
+ black noses and gleaming eyes, or took solemn swims out, and turned up
+ their tails and disappeared for his amusement. A comfortable low came at
+ intervals from the cattle, revelling in the abundant herbage. All living
+ things seemed to be disporting themselves, and enjoying, after their kind,
+ the last gleams of the sunset, which were making the whole vault of heaven
+ glow and shimmer; and, as he watched them, Tom blessed his stars as he
+ contrasted the river-side with the glare of lamps and the click of balls
+ in the noisy pool room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Before it got dark he bethought him of making sure of his position once
+ more; matters might have changed since he chose it before dinner. With all
+ that he could extract from the keeper, and his own experience in such
+ matters, it had taken him several hours' hunting up and down the river
+ that afternoon before he had hit on a night-line. But he had persevered,
+ knowing that this was the only safe evidence to start from, and at last
+ had found several, so cunningly set that it was clear that it was a
+ first-rate artist in the poaching line against whom he had pitted himself.
+ These lines must have been laid almost under his nose on that very day, as
+ the freshness of the baits proved. The one which he had selected to watch
+ by was under the bank, within a few yards of the clump of alders where he
+ was now sitting. There was no satisfactory cover near the others; so he
+ had chosen this one, where he would be perfectly concealed behind the
+ nearest trunk from any person who might come in due time to take up the
+ line. With this view, then, he got up, and, stepping carefully on the
+ thickest grass where his foot would leave no mark, went to the bank, and
+ felt with the hook of his stick after the line. It was all right, and he
+ returned to his old seat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And then the summer twilight came on, and the birds disappeared, and the
+ hush of night settled down on river, and copse, and meadow—cool and gentle
+ summer twilight after the hot bright day. He welcomed it too, as it folded
+ up the landscape, and the trees lost their outline, and settled into soft
+ black masses rising here and there out of the white mist, which seemed to
+ have crept up to within a few yards all round him unawares. There was no
+ sound now but the gentle murmur of the water and an occasional rustle of
+ reeds, or of the leaves over his head, as a stray wandering puff of air
+ passed through them on its way home to bed. Nothing to listen to and
+ nothing to look at; for the moon had not risen, and the light mist hid
+ everything except a star or two right up above him. So, the outside world
+ having left him for the present, he was turned inwards on himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was all very well at first; and he wrapped the plaid round his
+ shoulders and leant against his tree, and indulged in a little
+ self-gratulation. There was something of strangeness and adventure in his
+ solitary night-watch, which had its charm for a youngster of twenty-one;
+ and the consciousness of not running from his word, of doing what he had
+ said he would do, while others shirked and broke down, was decidedly
+ pleasant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But this satisfaction did not last very long, and the night began to get a
+ little wearisome, and too cool to be quite comfortable. By degrees, doubts
+ as to the wisdom of his self-imposed task crept into his head. He
+ dismissed them for a time by turning his thoughts to other matters. The
+ neighbourhood of Englebourn, some two miles up above him, reminded him of
+ the previous summer; and he wondered how he should get on with his cousin
+ when they met. He should probably see her the next day, for he would lose
+ no time in calling. Would she receive him well? Would she have much to
+ tell him about Mary?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had been more hopeful on this subject of late, but the loneliness, the
+ utter solitude and silence of his position as he sat there in the misty
+ night, away from all human habitations, was not favorable somehow to
+ hopefulness. He found himself getting dreary and sombre in heart—more and
+ more so as the minutes rolled on, and the silence and loneliness pressed
+ on him more and more heavily. He was surprised at his own
+ down-heartedness, and tried to remember how he had spent former nights so
+ pleasantly out of doors. Ah, he had always had a companion within call,
+ and something to do—cray fishing, bat fowling, or something of the kind!
+ Sitting there doing nothing, he fancied, must make it so heavy to-night.
+ By a strong effort of will he shook off the oppression. He moved, and
+ hummed a tune to break the silence; he got up and walked up and down, lest
+ it should again master him. If wind, storm, pouring rain, anything to make
+ sound or movement, would but come!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But neither of them came, and there was little help in sound or movement
+ made by himself. Besides it occurred to him that much walking up and down
+ might defeat the object of his watch. No one would come near while he was
+ on the move; and he was probably making marks already which might catch
+ the eye of the setter of the nightlines at some distance, if that cunning
+ party waited for the morning light, and might keep him away from the place
+ altogether.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So he sat down again on his old seat, and leant hard against the alder
+ trunk, as though to steady himself, and keep all troublesome thoughts well
+ in front of him. In this attitude of defense he reasoned with himself on
+ the absurdity of allowing himself to be depressed by the mere accidents of
+ place, and darkness, and silence; but all the reasoning at his command
+ didn't alter the fact. He felt the enemy advancing again, and, casting,
+ about for help, fell back on the thought that he was going through a task,
+ holding to his word, doing what he had said he would do; and this brought
+ him some relief for the moment, He fixed his mind steadily on this task of
+ his; but alas, here again in his very last stronghold, the enemy began to
+ turn his flank, and the position every minute became more and more
+ untenable.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had of late fallen into a pestilent habit of cross-questioning himself
+ on anything which he was about—setting up himself like a cock at
+ Shrovetide, and pelting himself with inexorable &ldquo;whys?&rdquo; and
+ &ldquo;wherefores?&rdquo; A pestilent habit truly he had found it, and one
+ which left a man no peace of his life—a relentless, sleepless habit,
+ always ready to take advantage of him, but never so viciously alert, that
+ he remembered, as on this night.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so this questioning self, which would never be denied for long, began
+ to examine him, as to his proposed night's work. This precious task, which
+ he was so proud of going through with, on the score of which he had been
+ in his heart crowing over others, because they had not taken it on them,
+ or had let it drop, what then was the meaning of it?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What was he out there for? What had he come out to do?&rdquo; They
+ were awkward questions. He tried several answers and was driven from one
+ to another till he was bound to admit that he was out there that night
+ partly out of pique, and partly out of pride; and that his object (next to
+ earning the pleasure of thinking himself a better man than his neighbours)
+ was, if so be, to catch a poacher. &ldquo;To catch a poacher? What
+ business had he to be catching poachers? If all poachers were to be
+ caught, he would have to be caught himself.&rdquo; He had just had an
+ unpleasant reminder of this fact from him of the heather mixture—a
+ Parthian remark which he had thrown over his shoulder as he went off, and
+ which had stuck. &ldquo;But then,&rdquo; Tom argued, &ldquo;it was a very
+ different thing, his poaching—going out for a day's lark after game, which
+ he didn't care a straw for, but only for the sport—and that of men making
+ a trade of it, like the man the keeper spoke of.&rdquo; &ldquo;Why? How
+ different? If there were any difference, was it one in his favour?&rdquo;
+ Avoiding this suggestion, he took up new ground, &ldquo;Poachers were
+ always the greatest blackguards in their neighbourhoods, pests of society,
+ and ought to be put down.&rdquo; &ldquo;Possibly—at any rate he had been
+ one of the fraternity in his time, and was scarcely the man to be casting
+ stones at them.&rdquo; &ldquo;But his poaching had always been done
+ thoughtlessly. How did he know that others had worse motives?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so he went on, tossing the matter backwards and forwards in his mind,
+ and getting more and more uncomfortable, and unable to answer to his own
+ satisfaction the simple question, &ldquo;What right have you to be out
+ here on this errand?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He got up a second time and walked up and down, but with no better success
+ than before. The change of position, and exercise, did not help him out of
+ his difficulties. And now he got a step further. If he had no right to be
+ there, hadn't he better go up to the house and say so, and go to bed like
+ the rest? No, his pride couldn't stand that. But if he couldn't go in, he
+ might turn in to a barn or outhouse, nobody would be any the wiser then,
+ and after all he was not pledged to stop on one spot all night? It was a
+ tempting suggestion, and he was very near yielding to it at once. While he
+ wavered, a new set of thoughts came up to back it. How, if he stayed
+ there, and a gang of night-poachers came? He knew that many of them were
+ desperate men. He had no arms; what could he do against them? Nothing; but
+ he might be maimed for life in a night row which he had no business to be
+ in—murdered, perhaps. He stood still and listened long and painfully.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Every moment, as he listened, the silence mastered him more and more, and
+ his reason became more and more powerless. It was such a silence—a great
+ illimitable, vague silence? The silence of a deserted house where he could
+ at least have felt that he was bounded somewhere, by wall, and floor, and
+ roof—where men must have lived and worked once, though they might be there
+ no longer—would have been nothing; but this silence of the huge, wide
+ out-of-doors world, where there was nothing but air and space around and
+ above him, and the ground beneath, it was getting irksome, intolerable,
+ awful! The great silence seemed to be saying to him, &ldquo;You are alone,
+ alone, alone!&rdquo; and he had never known before what horror lurked in
+ that thought.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Every moment that he stood still the spell grew stronger on him, and yet
+ he dared not move; and a strange, wild feeling of fear—unmistakable
+ physical fear, which made his heart beat and his limbs tremble—seized on
+ him. He was ready to cry out, to fall down, to run, and yet there he stood
+ listening, still and motionless.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The critical moment in all panics must come at last. A wild and grewsome
+ hissing and snoring, which seemed to come from the air just over his head,
+ made him start and spring forward, and gave him the use of his limbs again
+ at any rate, though they would not have been worth much to him had the
+ ghost or hobgoblin appeared whom he half expected to see the next moment.
+ Then came a screech, which seemed to flit along the rough meadow opposite,
+ and come towards him. He drew a long breath, for he knew that sound well
+ enough; it was nothing after all but the owls.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The mere realized consciousness of the presence of some living creatures,
+ were they only owls, brought him to his senses. And now the moon was well
+ up, and the wayward mist had cleared away, and he could catch glimpses of
+ the solemn birds every now and then, beating over the rough meadow
+ backwards and forwards, and over the shallow water as regularly as trained
+ pointers.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He threw himself down again under his tree, and now bethought himself of
+ his pipe. Here was a companion which, wonderful to say, he had not thought
+ of before since the night set in. He pulled it out, but paused before
+ lighting. Nothing was so likely to betray his whereabouts as tobacco.
+ True, but anything was better than such another fright as he had had,
+ &ldquo;so here goes,&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;if I keep off all the
+ poachers in Berkshire;&rdquo; and he accordingly lighted up, and, with the
+ help of his pipe, once more debated with himself the question of beating a
+ retreat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After a sharp inward struggle, he concluded to stay and see it out. He
+ should despise himself, more than he cared to face, if he gave in now. If
+ he left that spot before morning, the motive would be sheer cowardice.
+ There might be fifty other good reasons for going; but, if he went,
+ <i>his</i>
+ reason would be fear and nothing else. It might have been wrong and
+ foolish to come out; it must be to go in now. &ldquo;Fear never made a man
+ do a right action,&rdquo; he summed up to himself; &ldquo;so here I stop,
+ come what may of it. I think I've seen the worst of it now. I was in a
+ real blue funk, and no mistake. Let's see, wasn't I laughing this morning
+ at the watcher who didn't like passing a night by the river? Well, he has
+ got the laugh on me now, if he only knew it. I've learnt one lesson
+ to-night at any rate; I don't think I shall ever be very hard on cowards
+ again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ By the time he had finished his pipe, he was a man again, and, moreover,
+ notwithstanding the damp, began to feel sleepy, now that his mind was
+ thoroughly made up, and his nerves were quiet. So he made the best of his
+ plaid, and picked a softish place, and went off into a sort of dog-sleep,
+ which lasted at intervals through the short summer night. A poor thin sort
+ of sleep it was, in which he never altogether lost his consciousness, and
+ broken by short intervals of actual wakefulness, but a blessed release
+ from the self-questionings and panics of the early night.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He woke at last with a shiver. It was colder than he had yet felt it, and
+ it seemed lighter. He stretched his half-torpid limbs, and sat up. Yes, it
+ was certainly getting light, for he could just make out the figures on the
+ face of his watch which he pulled out. The dawn was almost upon him, and
+ his night watch was over. Nothing had come of it as yet, except his
+ fright, at which he could now laugh comfortably enough; probably nothing
+ more might come of it after all, but he had done the task he had set
+ himself without flinching, and that was a satisfaction. He wound up his
+ watch, which he had forgotten to do the night before, and then stood up,
+ and threw his damp plaid aside, and swung his arm across his chest to
+ restore circulation. The crescent moon was high up in the sky, faint and
+ white, and he could scarcely now make out the stars which were fading out
+ as the glow in the north-east got stronger and broader.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Forgetting for a moment the purpose of his vigil, he was thinking of a
+ long morning's fishing, and had turned to pick up his plaid and go off to
+ the house for his fishing-rod, when he thought he heard the sound of dry
+ wood snapping. He listened intently; and the next moment it came again,
+ some way off, but plainly to be heard in the intense stillness of the
+ morning. Some living thing was moving down the stream. Another moment's
+ listening and he was convinced that the sound came from a hedge some
+ hundred yards below.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He had noticed the hedge before; the keeper had stopped up a gap in it the
+ day before, at the place where it came down to the water, with some old
+ hurdles and dry thorns. He drew himself up behind his alder, looking out
+ from behind it cautiously towards the point from which the sound came. He
+ could just make out the hedge through the mist, but saw nothing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But now the crackling began again, and he was sure that a man was forcing
+ his way over the keeper's barricade. A moment afterwards he saw a figure
+ drop from the hedge into the slip in which he stood. He drew back his head
+ hastily, and his heart beat like a hammer as he waited the approach of the
+ stranger. In a few seconds the suspense was too much for him, for again
+ there was perfect silence. He peered out a second time cautiously round
+ the tree, and now he could make out the figure of a man stopping by the
+ water-side just above the hedge, and drawing in a line. This was enough,
+ and he drew back again, and made himself small behind the tree; now he was
+ sure that the keeper's enemy, the man he had come out to take, was here!
+ His next halt would be at the line which was set within a few yards of the
+ place where he stood. So the struggle which he had courted was come! All
+ his doubts of the night wrestled in his mind for a minute; but forcing
+ them down, he strung himself up for the encounter, his whole frame
+ trembling with excitement, and his blood tingling through his veins as
+ though it would burst them. The next minute was as severe a trial of nerve
+ as he had ever been put to, and the sound of a stealthy tread on the grass
+ just below came to him as a relief. It stopped, and he heard the man
+ stoop, then came a stir in the water, and the flapping as of a fish being
+ landed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Now was his time! He sprang from behind the tree, and, the next moment,
+ was over the stooping figure of the poacher. Before he could seize him the
+ man sprung up, and grappled with him. They had come to a tight lock at
+ once, for the poacher had risen so close under him that he could not catch
+ his collar and hold him off. Too close to strike, it was a desperate trial
+ of strength and bottom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom knew in a moment that he had his work cut out for him. He felt the
+ nervous power of the frame he had got hold of as he drove his chin into
+ the poacher's shoulder, and arched his back, and strained every muscle in
+ his body to force him backwards, but in vain. It was all he could do to
+ hold his own; but he felt that he might hold it yet, as they staggered on
+ the brink of the back ditch, stamping the grass and marsh marigolds into
+ the ground, and drawing deep breath through their set teeth. A slip, a
+ false foot-hold, a failing muscle, and it would be over; down they must
+ go-who would be uppermost?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The poacher had trod on a soft place and Tom felt it, and, throwing
+ himself forward, was reckoning on victory, but reckoning without his host.
+ For, recovering himself with a twist of the body which brought them still
+ closer together, the poacher locked his leg behind Tom's in a crook which
+ brought the wrestlings of his boyhood into his head with a flash, as they
+ tottered for another moment, and then losing balance, went headlong over
+ with a heavy plunge and splash into the deep back ditch, locked in each
+ other's arms.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The cold water closed over them, and for a moment Tom held as tight as
+ ever. Under or above the surface it was all the same, he couldn't give in
+ first. But a gulp of water, and the singing in his ears, and a feeling of
+ choking, brought him to his senses, helped too, by the thought of his
+ mother and Mary, and love of the pleasant world up above. The folly and
+ uselessness of being drowned in a ditch on a point of honor stood out
+ before him as clearly as if he had been thinking of nothing else all his
+ life; and he let go his hold—much relieved to find that his companion of
+ the bath seemed equally willing to be quit of him—and struggled to the
+ surface, and seized the bank, gasping and exhausted.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His first thought was to turn round and look for his adversary. The
+ poacher was by the bank too, a few feet from him. His cap had fallen off
+ in the struggle, and, all chance of concealment being over, he too had
+ turned to face the matter out, and their eyes met.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Good God! Harry! is it you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Harry Winburn answered nothing; and the two dragged their feet out of the
+ muddy bottom, and scrambled on to the bank, and then with a sort of common
+ instinct sat down, dripping and foolish, each on the place he had reached,
+ and looked at one another. Probably two more thoroughly bewildered lieges
+ of her Majesty were not at that moment facing one another in any corner of
+ the United Kingdom.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0039"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXVIII—MARY IN MAYFAIR</h2>
+ <p>
+ On the night which our hero spent by the side of the river, with the
+ results detailed in the last chapter, there was a great ball in
+ Brook-street, Mayfair. It was the height of the season, and of course,
+ balls, concerts, and parties of all kinds were going on in all parts of
+ the Great Babylon, but the entertainment in question was <i>the</i> event
+ of that evening. Persons behind the scenes would have told you at once,
+ had you happened to meet them, and enquire on the subject during the
+ previous ten days, that Brook-street was the place in which everybody who
+ went anywhere ought to spend some hours between eleven and three on this
+ particular evening. If you did not happen to be going there, you had
+ better stay quietly at your club, or your home, and not speak of your
+ engagements for that night.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A great awning had sprung up in the course of the day over the pavement in
+ front of the door, and as the evening closed in, tired lawyers and
+ merchants, on their return from the City, and the riders and drivers on
+ their way home from the park, might have seen Holland's men laying red
+ drugget over the pavement, and Gunter's carts coming and going, and the
+ police &ldquo;moving on&rdquo; the street boys and servant maids, and
+ other curious members of the masses, who paused to stare at the
+ preparations.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then came the lighting up of the rooms, and the blaze of pure white light
+ from the uncurtained ballroom windows spread into the street, and the
+ musicians passed in with their instruments. Then, after a short pause, the
+ carriages of a few intimate friends, who came early at the hostess's
+ express desire, began to drive up, and the Hansom cabs of the
+ contemporaries of the eldest son, from which issued guardsmen and
+ Foreign-office men, and other dancing-youth of the most approved
+ description. Then the crowd collected again round the door—a sadder crowd
+ now to the eye of anyone who has time to look at it; with sallow, haggard
+ looking men here and there on the skirts of it, and tawdry women joking
+ and pushing to the front, through the powdered footmen, and linkmen in red
+ waistcoats, already clamorous and redolent of gin and beer, and scarcely
+ kept back by the half-dozen constables of the A division, told off for the
+ special duty of attending and keeping order on so important an occasion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Then comes a rush of carriages, and by eleven o'clock the line stretches
+ away half round Grosvenor Square, and moves at a foot's-pace towards the
+ lights, and the music, and the shouting street. In the middle of the line
+ is the comfortable chariot of our friend Mr. Porter—the corners occupied
+ by himself and his wife, while Miss Mary sits well forward between them,
+ her white muslin dress looped up with sprigs of heather spread delicately
+ on either side over their knees, and herself in a pleasant tremor of
+ impatience and excitement.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How very slow Robert is to-day, mamma! We shall never get to the
+ house.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He can not get on faster, my dear. The carriage in front of us must
+ set down you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I wish they would be quicker. I wonder whether we shall know
+ many people? Do you think I shall get partners?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Not waiting for her mother's reply, she went on to name some of her
+ acquaintance who she knew would be there, and bewailing the hard fate
+ which was keeping her out of the first dances. Mary's excitement and
+ impatience were natural enough. The ball was not like most balls. It was a
+ great battle in the midst of the skirmishes of the season, and she felt
+ the greatness of the occasion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. and Mrs. Porter had for years past dropped into a quiet sort of
+ dinner-giving life, in which they saw few but their own friends and
+ contemporaries. They generally left London before the season was at its
+ height, and had altogether fallen out of the ball-giving and party going
+ world. Mary's coming out had changed their way of life. For her sake they
+ had spent the winter at Rome, and, now that they were at home again, they
+ were picking up the threads of old acquaintance, and encountering the
+ disagreeables of a return into habits long disused and almost forgotten.
+ The giver of the ball was a stirring man in political life, rich, clever,
+ well-connected, and much sought after. He was an old school-fellow of Mr.
+ Porter's, and their intimacy had never been wholly laid aside,
+ notwithstanding the severance of their paths in life. Now that Mary must
+ be taken out, the Brook-street house was one of the first to which the
+ Porters turned, and the invitation to this ball was one of the first
+ consequences.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ If the truth must be told, neither her father nor mother were in sympathy
+ with Mary as they gradually neared the place of setting down, and would
+ far rather have been going to a much less imposing place, where they could
+ have driven up at once to the door, and would not have been made
+ uncomfortable by the shoutings of their names from servant to servant.
+ However, after the first plunge, when they had made their bows to their
+ kind and smiling hostess, and had passed on into the already well filled
+ rooms, their shyness began to wear off, and they could in some sort enjoy
+ the beauty of the sight from a quiet corner. They were not long troubled
+ with Miss Mary. She had not been in the ball-room two minutes before the
+ eldest son of the house had found her out and engaged her for the next
+ waltz. They had met several times already, and were on the best terms; and
+ the freshness and brightness of her look and manner, and the evident
+ enjoyment of her partner, as they laughed and talked together in the
+ intervals of the dance, soon attracted the attention of the young men, who
+ began to ask one another, &ldquo;Who is Norman dancing with?&rdquo; and to
+ ejaculate with various strength, according to their several temperaments,
+ as to her face, and figure, and dress.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As they were returning towards Mrs. Porter, Norman was pulled by the
+ sleeve more than once, and begged to be allowed to introduce first one and
+ then another of his friends.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary gave herself up to the fascination of the scene. She had never been
+ in rooms so perfectly lighted, with such a floor, such exquisite music,
+ and so many pretty and well-bred looking people, and she gave herself up
+ to enjoy it with all her heart and soul, and danced and laughed and talked
+ herself into the good graces of partner after partner, till she began to
+ attract the notice of some of the ill-natured people who are to be found
+ in every room, and who cannot pardon the pure, and buoyant, and
+ unsuspecting mirth which carries away all but themselves in its bright
+ stream. So Mary passed on from one partner to another, with whom we have
+ no concern, until at last a young lieutenant in the guards who had just
+ finished his second dance with her, led up a friend whom he begged to
+ introduce. &ldquo;Miss Porter—Mr. St. Cloud;&rdquo; and then after the
+ usual preliminaries, Mary left her mother's side again and stood up by the
+ side of her new partner.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It is your first season I believe, Miss Porter?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, my first in London.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I thought so; and you have only just come to town?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We came back from Rome six weeks ago, and have been in town ever
+ since.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I am sure I have not seen you anywhere this season until
+ to-night. You have not been out much yet?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, indeed. Papa and mamma are very good-natured, and go whenever
+ we are asked to a ball, as I am fond of dancing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How very odd! and yet I am quite sure I should have remembered it
+ if we had met before in town this year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Is it so very odd?&rdquo; asked Mary, laughing; &ldquo;London is a
+ very large place; it seems very natural that two people should be able to
+ live in it for a long time without meeting.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, you are quite mistaken. You will find out very soon how
+ small London is—at least how small society is, and you will get to know
+ every face quite well—I mean the face of everyone in society.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You must have a wonderful memory!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I have a good memory for faces, and, by the way, I am sure I
+ have seen you before; but not in town, and I cannot remember where. But it
+ is not at all necessary to have a memory to know everybody in society by
+ sight; you meet every night almost; and altogether there are only two or
+ three hundred faces to remember. And then there is something in the look
+ of people, and the way they come into a room or stand about, which tells
+ you at once whether they are amongst those whom you need trouble yourself
+ about.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I cannot understand it. I seem to be in a whirl of faces, and
+ can hardly ever remember any of them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will soon get used to it. By the end of the season you will see
+ that I am right. And you ought to make a study of it, or you will never
+ feel at home in London.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I must make good use of my time then. I suppose I ought to know
+ everybody here, for instance?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Almost everybody.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And I really do not know the names of a dozen people.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Will you let me give you a lesson?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, yes; I shall be much obliged.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then let us stand here, and we will take them as they pass to the
+ supper-room.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So they stood near the door-way of the ball-room, and he ran on,
+ exchanging constant nods and remarks with the passers by, as the stream
+ flowed to and from the ices and cup, and then rattling on to his partner
+ with the names and short sketches of the characters and peculiarities of
+ his large acquaintance. Mary was very much amused, and had no time to
+ notice the ill-nature of most of his remarks, and he had the wit to keep
+ within what he considered the most innocent bounds.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, you know him of course,&rdquo; he said, as an elderly,
+ soldier-like looking man with a star passed them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; at least, I mean I know him by sight. I saw him at the
+ Commemoration at Oxford last year. They gave him an honorary degree on his
+ return from India.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;At Oxford! Were you present at the Grand Commemoration,
+ then?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. The Commemoration Ball was the first public ball I was ever
+ at.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! that explains it all. I must have seen you there. I told you we
+ had met before. I was perfectly sure of it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What! were you there, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. I had the honor of being present at your first ball, you
+ see.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But how curious that you should remember me!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you really think so? Surely there are some faces which, once
+ seen, one can never forget.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I am so glad that you know dear Oxford.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I know it too well, perhaps, to share your enthusiasm.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I spent nearly three years there.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, were you at Oxford last year?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. I left before Commemoration; but I went up for the gaieties,
+ and I am glad of it, as I shall have one pleasant memory of the place
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I wonder you don't love it! But what college were you
+ of?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, you talk like a graduate. I was of St. Ambrose.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;St. Ambrose! That is my college!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed! I wish we had been in residence at the same time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I mean that we almost lived there at the Commemoration.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Have you any relation there, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, not a relation, only a distant connexion.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;May I ask his name?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Brown. Did you know him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. We were not in the same set. He was a boating man, I
+ think?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She felt that he was watching her narrowly now, and had great difficulty
+ in keeping herself reasonably composed. As it was she could not help
+ showing a little that she felt embarrassed, and looked down; and changed
+ colour slightly, busying herself with her bouquet. She longed to continue
+ the conversation, but somehow the manner of her partner kept her from
+ doing so. She resolved to recur to the subject carelessly, if they met
+ again, when she knew him better. The fact of his having been at St.
+ Ambrose made her wish to know him better, and gave him a good start in her
+ favor. But for the moment she felt that she must change the subject; so,
+ looking up, she fixed on the first people who happened to be passing, and
+ asked who they were.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, nobody, constituents probably, or something of that
+ sort.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't understand.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you see, we are in a political house to-night. So you may set
+ down the people whom nobody knows, as troublesome ten-pounders, or that
+ kind of thing, who would he disagreeable at the next election, if they
+ were not asked.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then you do not include them in society?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;By no manner of means.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I need not take the trouble to remember their faces?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course not. There is a sediment of rubbish at almost every
+ house. At the parties here it is political rubbish. To-morrow night, at
+ Lady Aubrey's—you will be there, I hope?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, we do not know her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am sorry for that. Well, there we shall have the scientific
+ rubbish; and at other houses you see queer artists, and writing people. In
+ fact, it is the rarest thing in the world to get a party where there is
+ nothing of the kind, and, after all, it is rather amusing to watch the
+ habits of the different species.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, to me the rubbish, as you call it, seems much like the rest.
+ I am sure these people were ladies and gentlemen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very likely,&rdquo; he said, lifting his eyebrows; &ldquo;but you
+ may see at a glance that they have not the air of society. Here again,
+ look yourself. You can see that these are constituents.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ To the horror of St. Cloud, the advancing constituents made straight for
+ his partner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mary, my dear!&rdquo; exclaimed the lady, &ldquo;where have you
+ been? We have lost you ever since the last dance.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have been standing here, mamma,&rdquo; she said; and then,
+ slipping from her late partner's arm, she made a demure little bow, and
+ passed into the ball-room with her father and mother.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud bit his lip, and swore at himself under his breath as he looked
+ after them. &ldquo;What an infernal idiot I must have been not to know
+ that her people would be sure to turn out something of that sort!&rdquo;
+ thought he. &ldquo;By Jove, I'll go after them, and set myself right
+ before the little minx has time to think it over!&rdquo; He took a step or
+ two towards the ball-room, but then thought better of it, or his courage
+ failed him. At any rate, he turned round again, and sought the
+ refreshment-room, where he joined a knot of young gentlemen indulging in
+ delicate little raised pies and salads, and liberal potations at iced
+ claret or champagne cup. Amongst them was the guardsman who had introduced
+ him to Mary, and who received him, as he came up, with—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, St. Cloud, I hope you are alive to your obligations to
+ me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;For shunting your late partner on to me? Yes, quite.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You be hanged!&rdquo; replied the guardsman; &ldquo;you may pretend
+ what you please now, but you wouldn't let me alone till I had introduced
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you talking about the girl in white muslin with fern leaves in
+ her hair?&rdquo; asked another.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes what do you think of her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Devilish taking, I think. I say, can't you introduce me? They say
+ she has tin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't say I think much of her looks,&rdquo; said St. Cloud,
+ acting up to his principle of telling a lie sooner than let his real
+ thoughts be seen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't you?&rdquo; said the guardsman. &ldquo;Well, I like her form
+ better than anything out this year. Such a clean stepper! You should just
+ dance with her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so they went on criticizing Mary and others of their partners, exactly
+ as they would have talked of a stud of racers, till they found themselves
+ sufficiently refreshed to encounter new labors, and broke up returning in
+ twos and threes towards the ball-room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud attached himself to the guardsman, and returned to the charge.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You seem hit by that girl,&rdquo; he began; &ldquo;have you known
+ her long?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;About a week—I met her once before to-night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Do you know her people? Who is her father?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A plain-headed old party—you wouldn't think it to look at her—but I
+ hear he is very solvent.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Any sons?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't know. I like your talking of my being hit, St. Cloud. There
+ she is; I shall go and try for another waltz.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The guardsman was successful, and carried off Mary from her father and
+ mother, who were standing together watching the dancing. St. Cloud, after
+ looking them well over, sought out the hostess, and begged to be
+ introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Porter, gleaning, at the same time, some
+ particulars of who they were. The introduction was effected in a minute,
+ the lady of the house being glad to get anyone to talk to the Porters, who
+ were almost strangers amongst her other guests. She managed, before
+ leaving them, to whisper to Mrs. Porter that he was a young man of
+ excellent connexions.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud made the most of his time. He exerted himself to the utmost to
+ please, and, being fluent of speech and thoroughly satisfied with himself,
+ had no shyness or awkwardness to get over, and jumped at once into the
+ good graces of Mary's parents. When she returned after the waltz, she
+ found him, to her no small astonishment, deep in conversation with her
+ mother, who was listening with a pleased expression to his small talk. He
+ pretended not to see her at first, and then begged Mrs. Porter to
+ introduce him formally to her daughter, though he had already had the
+ honour of dancing with her.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary put on her shortest and coldest manner, and thought she had never
+ heard of such impertinence. That he should be there talking so familiarly
+ to her mother after the slip he had made to her was almost too much even
+ for her temper. But she went off for another dance, and again returned and
+ found him still there; this time entertaining Mr. Porter with political
+ gossip. The unfavourable impression began to wear off, and she soon
+ resolved not to make up her mind about him without some further knowledge.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In due course he asked her to dance again, and they stood in a quadrille.
+ She stood by him looking straight before her, and perfectly silent,
+ wondering how he would open the conversation. He did not leave her long in
+ suspense.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What charming people your father and mother are, Miss
+ Porter!&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;I am so glad to have been introduced to
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed! You are very kind. We ought to be flattered by your study
+ of us, and I am sure I hope you will find it amusing.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud was a little embarrassed by the rejoinder, and was not sorry at
+ the moment to find himself called upon to perform the second figure. By
+ the time he was at her side again he had recovered himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You can't understand what a pleasure it is to meet some one with a
+ little freshness&rdquo;—he paused to think how he should end his sentence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who has not the air of society,&rdquo; she suggested. &ldquo;Yes, I
+ quite understand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed you quite mistake me. Surely you have not taken seriously
+ the nonsense I was talking just now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am a constituent, you know—I don't understand how to take the
+ talk of society.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I see, then, that you are angry at my joke, and will not
+ believe that I knew your father perfectly by sight. You really cannot
+ seriously fancy that I was alluding to anyone connected with you;&rdquo;
+ and then he proceeded to retail the particulars he had picked up from the
+ lady of the house, as if they had been familiar to him for years, and to
+ launch out again into praises of her father and mother. Mary looked
+ straight up in his face, and, though he did not meet her eye, his manner
+ was so composed, that she began to doubt her own senses, and then he
+ suddenly changed the subject to Oxford and the commemoration, and by the
+ end of the set could flatter himself that he had quite dispelled the cloud
+ which had looked so threatening.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary had a great success that evening. She took part in every dance, and
+ might have had two or three partners at once, if they would have been of
+ any use to her. When, at last, Mr. Porter insisted that he would keep his
+ horses no longer, St. Cloud and the guardsman accompanied her to the door,
+ and were assiduous in the cloak room. Young men are pretty much like a
+ drove of sheep; anyone who takes a decided line in certain matters, is
+ sure to lead all the rest.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The guardsman left the ball in the firm belief, as he himself expressed
+ it, that Mary &ldquo;had done his business for life;&rdquo; and, being
+ quite above concealment, persisted in singing her praises over his cigar
+ at the club, to which many of the dancers adjourned; and from that night
+ she became the fashion with the set in which St. Cloud lived.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The more enterprising of them, he amongst the foremost, were soon intimate
+ in Mr. Porter's house, and spoke well of his dinners. Mr. Porter changed
+ his hour of riding in the park at their suggestion, and now he and his
+ daughter were always sure of companions. Invitations multiplied, for
+ Mary's success was so decided, that she floated her astonished parents
+ into a whirl of balls and breakfasts. Mr. Porter and his wife were
+ flattered themselves, and pleased to see their daughter admired and
+ enjoying herself; and in the next six weeks Mary had the opportunity of
+ getting all the good and the bad which a girl of eighteen can extract from
+ a London season.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The test was a severe one. Two months of constant excitement, of
+ pleasure-seeking pure and simple, will not leave people just as they found
+ them; and Mary's habits, and thoughts, and ways of looking at and judging
+ of people and things, were much changed by the time that the gay world
+ melted away from Mayfair and Belgravia, and it was time for all
+ respectable people to pull down the blinds and shut the shutters of their
+ town houses.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0040"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XXXIX—WHAT CAME OF THE NIGHT WATCH</h2>
+ <p>
+ The last knot of the dancers came out of the club, and were strolling up
+ St. James's Street, and stopping to chaff the itinerant coffee vendor, who
+ was preparing his stand at the corner of Piccadilly for his early
+ customers, just about the time that Tom was beginning to rouse himself
+ under the alder-tree, and stretch his stiffened limbs, and sniff the
+ morning air. By the time the guardsman had let himself into his lodgings
+ in Mount Street, our hero had undergone his unlooked for bath, and was
+ sitting in a state of utter bewilderment as to what was next to be said or
+ done, dripping and disconcerted, opposite to the equally dripping and, to
+ all appearance, equally disconcerted, poacher.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At first he did not look higher than his antagonist's boots and gaiters,
+ and spent a few seconds by the way in considering whether the arrangement
+ of nails on the bottom of Harry's boots was better than his own. He
+ settled that it must be better for wading on slippery stones, and that he
+ would adopt it, and then passed on to wonder whether Harry's boots were as
+ full of water as his own, and whether corduroys, wet through, must not be
+ very uncomfortable so early in the morning, and congratulated himself on
+ being in flannels.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so he hung back for second after second, playing with an absurd little
+ thought that would come into his head and give him ever so brief a respite
+ from the effort of facing the situation, and hoping that Harry might do or
+ say something to open the ball. This did not happen. He felt that the
+ longer he waited the harder it would be. He must begin himself. So he
+ raised his head gently, and took a sidelong look at Harry's face, to see
+ whether he could not get some hint for starting, from it. But scarcely had
+ he brought his eyes to bear, when they met Harry's, peering dolefully up
+ from under his eyebrows, on which the water was standing unwiped, while a
+ piece of green weed, which he did not seem to have presence of mind enough
+ to remove, trailed over his dripping locks. There was something in the
+ sight which tickled Tom's sense of humor. He had been prepared for sullen
+ black looks and fierce words, instead of which he was irresistibly
+ reminded of schoolboys caught by their master using a crib, or in other
+ like flagrant delict.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry lowered his eyes at once, but lifted them the next moment with a
+ look of surprise, as he heard Tom burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
+ After a short struggle to keep serious, he joined in it himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, though, Harry, it's no laughing matter,&rdquo; Tom said at
+ last, getting on to his legs, and giving himself a shake.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry only replied by looking most doleful again, and picking the weed out
+ of his hair, as he too got up.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What in the world's to be done?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm sure I don't know, Master Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very much surprised to find you at this work, Harry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm sure, so be I, to find you, Master Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was not prepared for this line of rejoinder. It seemed to be made with
+ perfect innocence, and yet it put him in a corner at once. He did not care
+ to inquire into the reason of Harry's surprise, or to what work he
+ alluded; so he went off on another tack.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let us walk up and down a bit to dry ourselves. Now, Harry, you'll
+ speak to me openly, man to man, as an old friend should—won't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ay, Master Tom, and glad to do it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How long have you taken to poaching?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Since last Michaelmas, when they turned me out o' our cottage, and
+ tuk away my bit o' land, and did all as they could to break me
+ down.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Who do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Squire Wurley as was then—not this one, but the last—and his
+ lawyer, and Farmer Tester.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then it was through spite to them that you took to it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nay, 'twarn't altogether spite, tho' I won't say but what I might
+ ha' thought o' bein' upsides wi them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What was it then besides spite?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Want o' work. I havn't had no more'n a matter o' six weeks' reg'lar
+ work ever since last fall.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How's that? Have you tried for it?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Master Tom, I won't tell a lie about it. I don't see as I wur
+ bound to go round wi my cap in my hand a beggin' for a day's work to the
+ likes o' them. They knowed well enough as I wur there, ready and willing
+ to work, and they knowed as I wur able to do as good a day's work as e'er
+ man in the parish; and ther's been plenty o' work goin'. But they thought
+ as I should starve, and have to come and beg for't from one or to'ther on
+ 'em. They would ha' liked to ha' seen me clean broke down, that's wut they
+ would, and in the house,&rdquo; and he paused as if his thoughts were
+ getting a little unmanageable.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you might have gone to look for work elsewhere.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't see as I had any call to leave the place where I wur bred
+ up, Master Tom. That wur just wut they wanted. Why should I let 'em drive
+ m'out?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Harry, I'm not going to blame you. I only want to know more
+ about what has been happening to you, that I may be able to advise and
+ help you. Did you ever try for work, or go and tell your story, at the
+ Rectory?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Try for work there! No, I never went arter work there.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>Tom went on without noticing the change in Harry's tone and manner—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I think you ought to have gone. I know my cousin, Miss Winter,
+ is so anxious to help any man out of work, and particularly you;
+ for—&rdquo; The whole story of Patty flashed into his mind, and made him
+ stop short and stammer, and look anywhere except at Harry. How he could
+ have forgotten it for a moment in that company was a wonder. All his
+ questioning and patronizing powers went out of him and he felt that their
+ positions were changed, and that he was the culprit. It was clear that
+ Harry knew nothing yet of his own relations with Patty. Did he even
+ suspect them? It must all come out now at any rate, for both their sakes,
+ however it might end. So he turned again, and met Harry's eye, which was
+ now cold and keen, and suspicious.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You knows all about it, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I know that you have been attached to Simon's daughter for a
+ long time, and that he is against it; I wish I could help you, with all my
+ heart. In fact, I did feel my way towards speaking to him about it last
+ year, when I was in hopes of getting you the gardener's place. But I could
+ see that I should do no good.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've heard say as you was acquainted with her, when she was
+ away?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I was, when she was with her aunt in Oxford. What then?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Twas there as she larnt her bad ways.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Bad ways! What do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I means as she larnt to dress fine, and to gee herself airs to them
+ as she'd known from a child, and as'd ha' gone through fire to please
+ her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I never saw anything of the kind in her. She was a pleasant, lively
+ girl, and dressed neatly, but never above her station. And I'm sure she
+ has too good a heart to hurt an old friend.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wut made her keep shut up in the house when she cum back? ah, for
+ days and weeks;—and arter that, wut made her so flighty and fickle?
+ carryin' herself as proud as a lady a mincin' and a trapesin' along, wi'
+ all the young farmer's a follerin' her, like a fine gentleman's
+ miss.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, Harry, I won't listen to that. You don't believe what you're
+ saying, you know her better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You knows her well enough by all seeming.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I know her too well to believe any harm of her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What call have you and the likes o' you wi' her? 'Tis no good comes
+ o' such company keepin'.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I tell you again, no harm has come of it to her.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Whose hair does she carry about then in that gold thing as she
+ hangs around her neck?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom blushed scarlet, and lowered his eyes without answering.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dost know? 'Tis thine, by—.&rdquo; The words came hissing out
+ between his set teeth. Tom put his hands behind him, expecting to be
+ struck as he lifted his eyes, and said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, it is mine; and, I tell you again, no harm has come of
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis a lie. I knowed how 'twas, and 'tis thou hast done it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p id='linkimage-0007'></p>
+ <div class="fig" style="width: 50%">
+ <img src="images/0463.jpg" alt="0463 " style='width:100%'><br>
+ </div>
+ <div style='text-align:center'>
+ <a href="images/0463.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation"> </a>
+ </div>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Tom's blood tingled in his veins, and wild words rushed to his
+ tongue, as he stood opposite the man who had just given him the lie, and
+ who waited his reply with clinched hands, and laboring breast, and fierce
+ eye. But the discipline of the last year stood him in good stead. He stood
+ for a moment or two, crushing his hands together behind his back, drew a
+ long breath, and answered,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Will you believe my oath, then? I stood by your side at your
+ mother's grave. A man who did that won't lie to you, Harry. I swear to you
+ there's no wrong between me and her. There never was fault on her side. I
+ sought her. She never cared for me, she doesn't care for me. As for that
+ locket, I forced it on her. I own I have wronged her, and wronged you. I
+ have repented it bitterly. I ask your forgiveness, Harry; for the sake of
+ old times, for the sake of your mother!&rdquo; He spoke from the heart,
+ and saw that his words went home. &ldquo;Come, Harry&rdquo; he went on,
+ &ldquo;you won t turn from an old playfellow, who owns the wrong he has
+ done, and will do all he can to make up for it. You'll shake hands, and
+ say you forgive me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom paused, and held out his hand.</p>
+ <p>
+ The poacher's face worked violently for a moment or two, and he seemed to
+ struggle once or twice to get his hand out in vain. At last he struck it
+ suddenly into Tom's, turning his head away at the same time. &ldquo;'Tis
+ what mother would ha' done,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;thou cassn't say more.
+ There tis then, though I never thought to do't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This curious and unexpected explanation, brought thus to a happy issue,
+ put Tom into high spirits, and at once roused the castle-building power
+ within him, which was always ready enough to wake up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ His first care was to persuade Harry that he had better give up poaching,
+ and in this he had much less difficulty than he expected. Harry owned
+ himself sick of the life he was leading already. He admitted that some of
+ the men with whom he had been associating more or less for the last year
+ were the greatest blackguards in the neighborhood. He asked nothing better
+ than to get out of it. But how?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was all Tom wanted. He would see to that; nothing could be easier.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall go with you back to Englebourn this morning. I'll just
+ leave a note for Wurley to say that I'll be back some time in the day to
+ explain matters to him, and then we will be off at once. We shall be at
+ the rectory by breakfast time. Ah, I forgot;—well, you can stop at David's
+ while I go and speak to my uncle and to Miss Winter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry didn't seem to see what would be the good of this; and David, he
+ said, was not so friendly to him as he had been.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you must wait at the Red Lion. Don't see the good of it! Why,
+ of course, the good of it is that you must be set right with the
+ Englebourn people—that's the first thing to do. I shall explain how the
+ case stands to my uncle, and I know that I can get him to let you have
+ your land again if you stay in the parish, even if he can't give you work
+ himself. But what he must do is, to take you up, to show people that he is
+ your friend, Harry. Well then, if you can get good work—mind it must be
+ real, good, regular work—at Farmer Grove's, or one of the best farmers,
+ stop here by all means, and I will myself take the first cottage which
+ falls vacant and let you have it, and meantime you must lodge with old
+ David. Oh, I'll go and talk him round, never fear. But if you can't get
+ regular work here, why you go off with flying colors; no sneaking off
+ under a cloud and leaving no address. You'll go off with me, as my
+ servant, if you like. But just as you please about that. At any rate,
+ you'll go with me, and I'll take care that it shall be known that I
+ consider you as an old friend. My father has always got plenty of work and
+ will take you on. And then, Harry, after a bit you may be sure all will go
+ right, and I shall be your best man, and dance at your wedding before a
+ year's out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There is something in this kind of thing which is contagious and
+ irresistible. Tom thoroughly believed all that he was saying; and faith,
+ even of such a poor kind as believing in one's own castles, has its
+ reward. Common sense in vain suggested to Harry that all the clouds which
+ had been gathering round him for a year were not likely to melt away in a
+ morning. Prudence suggested that the sooner he got away the better; which
+ suggestion, indeed, he handed on for what it was worth. But Tom treated
+ prudence with sublime contempt. They would go together, he said, as soon
+ as any one was up at the house, just to let him in to change his things
+ and write a note. Harry needn't fear any unpleasant consequences. Wurley
+ wasn't an ill-natured fellow at bottom, and wouldn't mind a few fish.
+ Talking of fish, where was the one he heard kicking just now as Harry
+ hauled in the line. They went to the place, and, looking in the long
+ grass, soon found the dead trout, still on the night-line, of which the
+ other end remained in the water. Tom seized hold of it, and pulling it
+ carefully in, landed landed another fine trout, while Harry stood by,
+ looking rather sheepish. Tom inspected the method of the lines, which was
+ simple but awfully destructive. The line was long enough to reach across
+ the stream. At one end was a heavy stone, at the other a short stake cut
+ sharp, and driven into the bank well under the water. At intervals of four
+ feet along the line short pieces of fine gimp were fastened, ending in
+ hooks baited alternately with lob-worms and gudgeon. Tom complimented his
+ companion on the killing nature of his cross-line.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where are your other lines, Harry?&rdquo; he asked; &ldquo;we may
+ as well go and take them up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A bit higher up stream, Master Tom;&rdquo; and so they walked up
+ stream and took up the other lines.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They'll have the finest dish of fish they've seen this long time at
+ the house to-day,&rdquo; said Tom, as each line came out with two or three
+ fine thick-shouldered fish on it. &ldquo;I'll you what, Harry, they're
+ deuced well set, these lines of yours, and do you credit. They do; I'm not
+ complimenting you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should rather like to be off, Master Tom, if you don't object.
+ The mornin's gettin' on, and the men will be about. 'Twould be unked for I
+ to be caught.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, Harry, if you are so set on it off with you, but&rdquo;—</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Tis too late now; here's keeper.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom turned sharp round, and, sure enough, there was the keeper coming down
+ the bank towards them, and not a couple of hundred yards off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So it is,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;well, only hold your tongue, and
+ do just what I tell you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The keeper came up quickly, and touching his hat to Tom, looked
+ inquiringly at him, and then at Harry. Tom nodded to him, as if everything
+ were just as it should be. He was taking a two-pound fish off the last
+ line; having finished which feat he threw it on the ground by the rest.
+ &ldquo;There keeper,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;there's a fine dish of fish.
+ Now, pick 'em up and come along.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Never was keeper more puzzled. He looked from one to the other, lifting
+ the little short hat from the back of his head, and scratching that
+ somewhat thick skull of his, as his habit was when engaged in what he
+ called thinking, conscious that somebody ought to be tackled, and that he,
+ the keeper, was being mystified, but quite at sea as to how he was to set
+ himself straight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wet, bain't 'ee, sir?&rdquo; he said at last, nodding at Tom's
+ clothes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dampish, keeper,&rdquo; answered Tom; &ldquo;I may as well go and
+ change, the servants will be up at the house by this time. Pick up the
+ fish and come along. You do up the lines, Harry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The keeper and Harry performed their tasks, looking at one another out of
+ the corners of their eyes like the terriers of rival butchers when the
+ carts happen to stop suddenly in the street close to one another. Tom
+ watched them, mischievously delighted with the fun, and then led the way
+ up to the house. When they came to the stable-yard he turned to Harry, and
+ said, &ldquo;Stop here, I shan't be ten minutes;&rdquo; adding, in an
+ undertone, &ldquo;Hold your tongue now;&rdquo; he then vanished through
+ the dark door, and, hurrying up to his room, changed as quickly as he
+ could.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was within the ten minutes, but, as he descended the back stairs in his
+ dry things, became aware that his stay had been too long. Noise and
+ laughter came up from the stable-yard, and shouts of, &ldquo;Go it
+ keeper,&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Keeper's down,&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No he bain't,&rdquo; greeted his astonished ears. He sprang down
+ the last steps and rushed into the stable-yard, where he found Harry at
+ his second wrestling match for the day, while two or three stablemen, and
+ a footman, and the gardener, looked on and cheered the combatants with the
+ remarks he had heard on his way down.
+ </p>
+ <p>Tom made straight to them, and tapping Harry on the shoulder, said—</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Now then, come along, I'm ready.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Whereupon the keeper and Harry disengaged, and the latter picked up his
+ cap.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You bain't goin', sir!&rdquo; said the keeper.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, keeper.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not along wi' he?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, keeper.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, bain't I to take un?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Take him! No, what for?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For night poachin', look at all them fish,&rdquo; said the keeper
+ indignantly, pointing to the shining heap.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no, keeper, you've nothing to do with it. You may give him the
+ lines though, Harry. I've left a note for your master on my dressing
+ table,&rdquo; Tom said, turning to the footman, &ldquo;let him have it at
+ breakfast. I'm responsible for him,&rdquo; nodding at Harry, &ldquo;I
+ shall be back in a few hours, and now come along.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And, to the keeper's astonishment, Tom left the stable-yard, accompanied
+ by Harry.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They were scarcely out of hearing before the stable-yard broke out into
+ uproarious laughter at the keeper's expense and much rude banter was
+ inflicted on him for letting the poacher go. But the keeper's mind for the
+ moment was full of other things. Disregarding their remarks he went on
+ scratching his head, and burst out at last with—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Dang un! I knows I should ha' drowed un.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Drow your grandmother,&rdquo; politely remarked one of the
+ stablemen, an acquaintance of Harry Winburn, who knew his repute as a
+ wrestler.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should, I tell 'ee,&rdquo; said the keeper as he stooped to
+ gather up the fish, &ldquo;and to think as he should ha' gone off. Master
+ 'll be like any wild beast when he hears on't. How s'mever, 'tis Mr.
+ Brown's doin's. 'Tis a queer start for a gen'l'man like he to be goin' off
+ wi' a poacher chap and callin' of un Harry. 'Tis past me altogether. But I
+ s'pose he bain't right in's 'ead;&rdquo; and, so soliloquizing, he carried
+ off the fish to the kitchen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Meantime, on their walk to Englebourn, Harry, in answer to Tom's
+ inquiries, explained that in his absence the stable-man, his acquaintance,
+ had come up and begun to talk. The keeper had joined in and accused him
+ point-blank of being the man who had thrown him into the furze bush. The
+ story of the keeper's discomfiture on that occasion being well known, a
+ laugh had been raised in which Harry had joined. This brought on a
+ challenge to try a fall then and there, which Harry had accepted,
+ notwithstanding his long morning's work and the ducking he had had. They
+ laughed over the story, though Harry could not help expressing his fears
+ as to how it might all end. They reached Englebourn in time for breakfast.
+ Tom appeared at the rectory, and soon he and Katie were on their old
+ terms. She was delighted to find that he had had an explanation with Harry
+ Winburn; and that there was some chance of bringing that sturdy offender
+ once more back into decent ways;—more delighted perhaps to hear the way in
+ which he spoke of Patty, to whom after breakfast she paid a visit, and
+ returned in due time with the unfortunate locket.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt as if another coil of the chain he had tied about himself had
+ fallen off. He went out into the village, consulted again with Harry, and
+ returned again to the rectory, to consider what steps were to be taken to
+ get him work. Katie entered into the matter heartily, though forseeing the
+ difficulties in the case. At luncheon the rector was to be sounded on the
+ subject of the allotments. But in the middle of their plans, they were
+ startled by the news that a magistrate's warrant had arrived in the
+ village for the arrest of Harry as a night poacher.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom returned to the Grange furious, and before night had had a worse
+ quarrel with young Wurley than with his uncle before him. Had duelling
+ been in fashion still in England, they would probably have fought in a
+ quiet corner of the park before night. As it was they only said bitter
+ things, and parted, agreeing not to know one another in the future.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Three days afterwards, at petty sessions, where Tom brought upon himself
+ the severe censure of the bench for his conduct on the trial, Harry
+ Winburn was committed to Reading gaol for three months.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Readers who will take the trouble to remember the picture of our hero's
+ mental growth during the past year, attempted to be given in a late
+ chapter, and the state of restless dissatisfaction into which his
+ experiences and thoughts and readings had thrown him by the time long
+ vacation had come around again, will perhaps be prepared for the
+ catastrophe which ensued on the conviction and sentence of Harry Winburn
+ at petty sessions.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hitherto, notwithstanding the strength of the new and revolutionary forces
+ which were mustering round it, there had always been a citadel holding out
+ in his mind, garrisoned by all that was best in the Toryism in which he
+ had been brought up—by loyalty, reverence for established order and
+ established institutions; by family traditions, and the pride of an
+ inherited good name. But now the walls of that citadel went down with a
+ crash, the garrison being put to the sword, or making away, to hide in an
+ out of the way corner, and wait for a reaction.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was much easier for a youngster, whose attention was once turned to
+ such subjects as had been occupying Tom, to get hold of wild and violent
+ beliefs and notions in those days than now. The state of Europe generally
+ was far more dead and hopeless. There were no wars, certainly, and no
+ expectations of wars. But there was a dull, beaten-down, pent-up feeling
+ abroad, as if the lid were screwed down on the nations, and the thing
+ which had been, however cruel and heavy and mean, was that which was to
+ remain to the end. England was better off than her neighbours, but yet in
+ bad case. In the south and west particularly, several causes had combined,
+ to spread a very bitter feeling abroad amongst the agricultural poor.
+ First among these stood the new poor law, the provisions of which were
+ vigorously carried out in most districts. The poor had as yet felt the
+ harshness only of the new system. Then the land was in many places in the
+ hands of men on their last legs, the old sporting farmers, who had begun
+ business as young men while the great war was going on, had made their
+ money hand over hand for a few years out of the war prices, and had tried
+ to go on living with greyhounds and yeomanry uniforms—&ldquo;horse to ride
+ and weapon to wear&rdquo;—through the hard years which had followed. These
+ were bad masters every way, unthrifty, profligate, needy, and
+ narrow-minded. The younger men who were supplanting them were introducing
+ machinery, threshing machines and winnowing machines, to take the little
+ bread which a poor man was still able to earn out of the mouths of his
+ wife and children—so at least the poor thought and muttered to one
+ another; and the mutterings broke out every now and then in the long
+ nights of the winter months in blazing ricks and broken machines. Game
+ preserving was on the increase. Australia and America had not yet become
+ familiar words in every English village, and the labour market was
+ everywhere overstocked; and, last but not least, the corn laws were still
+ in force, and the bitter and exasperating strife in which they went out
+ was at its height. And while Swing and his myrmidons were abroad in the
+ counties, and could scarcely be kept down by yeomanry and poor law
+ guardians, the great towns were in almost worse case. Here too emigration
+ had not set in to thin the labour market; wages were falling, and prices
+ rising; the corn law struggle was better understood and far keener than in
+ the country; and Chartism was gaining force every day, and rising into a
+ huge threatening giant, waiting to put forth his strength, and eager for
+ the occasion which seemed at hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ You generation of young Englishmen, who were too young then to be troubled
+ with such matters, and have grown into manhood since, you little know—may
+ you never know!—what it is to be living the citizens of a divided and
+ distracted nation. For the time that danger is past. In a happy home and
+ so far as man can judge, in time, and only just in time, came the repeal
+ of the corn laws, and the great cause of strife and the sense of injustice
+ passed away out of men's minds. The nation was roused by the Irish famine,
+ and the fearful distress in other parts of the country, to begin looking
+ steadily and seriously at some of the sores which were festering in its
+ body, and undermining health and life. And so the tide had turned, and
+ England had already passed the critical point; when 1848 came upon
+ Christendom, and the whole of Europe leapt up into a wild blaze of
+ revolution.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Is anyone still inclined to make light of the danger that threatened
+ England in that year, to sneer at the 10th of April, and the monster
+ petition, and the monster meetings on Kennington and other commons? Well,
+ if there be such persons among my readers, I can only say that they can
+ have known nothing of what was going on around them and below them, at
+ that time, and I earnestly hope that their vision has become clearer since
+ then, and that they are not looking with the same eyes that see nothing,
+ at the signs of today. For that there are questions still to be solved by
+ us in England, in this current half-century, quite as likely to tear the
+ nation to pieces as the corn laws, no man with half an eye in his head can
+ doubt. They may seem little clouds like a man's hand on the horizon just
+ now, but they will darken the whole heaven before long, unless we can find
+ wisdom enough amongst us to take the little clouds in hand in time, and
+ make them descend in soft rain.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But such matters need not be spoken of here. All I want to do is to put my
+ young readers in a position to understand how it was that our hero fell
+ away into beliefs and notions, at which Mrs. Grundy and all decent people
+ could only lift up eyes and hands in pious and respectable horror, and
+ became, soon after the incarceration of his friend for night poaching,
+ little better than a physical force Chartist at the age of twenty-one.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0041"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XL — HUE AND CRY</h2>
+ <p>
+ At the end of a gusty wild October afternoon, a man, leading two horses,
+ was marching up and down the little plot of short turf at the top of the
+ Hawk's Lynch. Every now and then he would stop on the brow of the hill to
+ look over the village, and seemed to be waiting for somebody from that
+ quarter. After being well blown, he would turn to his promenade again, or
+ go in under the clump of firs, through which the rising south-west wind,
+ rushing up from the vale below, was beginning to make a moan; and,
+ hitching the horses to some stump or bush, and patting and coaxing them to
+ induce them, if so might be, to stand quiet for a while, would try to
+ settle himself to leeward of one of the larger trees.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But the fates were against all attempts at repose. He had scarcely time to
+ produce a cheroot from his case and light it under many difficulties, when
+ the horses would begin fidgeting, and pulling at their bridles, and
+ shifting round to get their tails to the wind. They clearly did not
+ understand the necessity of the position, and were inclined to be moving
+ stable-wards. So he had to get up again, sling the bridles over his arm,
+ and take to his march up and down the plot of turf; now stopping for a
+ moment or two to try to get his cheroot to burn straight, and pishing and
+ pshawing over its perverseness; now going again and again to the brow, and
+ looking along the road which led to the village, holding his hat on tight
+ with one hand,—for by this time it was blowing half a gale of wind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Though it was not yet quite the hour for his setting, the sun had
+ disappeared behind a heavy bank of wicked slate-coloured cloud, which
+ looked as though it were rising straight up into the western heavens,
+ while the wind whirled along and twisted into quaint shapes a ragged rift
+ of white vapor, which went hurrying by, almost touching the tops of the
+ moaning firs,—altogether an uncanny evening to be keeping tryst at the top
+ of a wild knoll; and so thought our friend with the horses, and showed it,
+ too, clearly enough, had anyone been there to put a construction on his
+ impatient movements.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There was no one nearer than the village, of which the nearest house was
+ half a mile and more away; so, by way of passing the time, we must
+ exercise our privilege of putting into words what he is half thinking,
+ half muttering to himself:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A pleasant night I call this, to be out on a wild goose chase. If
+ ever I saw a screaming storm brewing, there it comes. I'll be hanged if I
+ stop up here to be caught in it for all the crack-brained friends I ever
+ had in the world; and I seem to have a faculty for picking up none but
+ crack-brained ones. I wonder what the plague can keep him so long; he must
+ have been gone an hour. There, steady, steady, old horse. Confound this
+ weed! What rascals these tobacconists are! You never can get a cheroot now
+ worth smoking. Every one of them goes sputtering up the side, or charring
+ up the middle, and tasting like tow soaked in saltpetre and tobacco juice.
+ Well, I suppose I shall get the real thing in India.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;India! In a month from to-day we shall be off. To hear our senior
+ major talk, one might as well be going to the bottomless pit at once.
+ Well, he'll sell out—that's a comfort. Gives us a step, and gets rid of an
+ old ruffian. I don't seem to care much what the place is like if we only
+ get some work; and there will be some work there before long, by all
+ accounts. No more garrison-town life, at any rate. And if I have any
+ luck—a man may get a chance there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What the deuce can he be about? This all comes of sentiment, now.
+ Why couldn't I go quietly off to India without bothering up to Oxford to
+ see him? Not but what it's a pleasant place enough. I've enjoyed my three
+ days there uncommonly. Food and drink all that can be wished, and plenty
+ of good fellows and fun. The look of the place, too, makes one feel
+ respectable. But, by George, if their divinity is at all like their
+ politics, they must turn out a queer set of parsons—at least if Brown
+ picked up his precious notions at Oxford. He always was a headstrong
+ beggar. What was it he was holding forth about last night? Let's see. 'The
+ sacred right of insurrection.' Yes, that was it, and he talked as if he
+ believed it all too; and if there should be a row, which don't seem
+ unlikely, by Jove, I think he'd act on it, in the sort of temper he's in.
+ How about the sacred right of getting hung or transported? I shouldn't
+ wonder to hear of that some day. Gad! suppose he should be in for an
+ installment of his sacred right to-night. He's capable of it, and of
+ lugging me in with him. What did he say we were come here for? To get some
+ fellow out of a scrape, he said—some sort of poaching radical
+ foster-brother of his, who had been in gaol, and deserved it too, I'll be
+ bound. And he couldn't go down quietly into the village and put up at the
+ public, where I might have set in the tap, and not run the chance of
+ having my skin blown over my ears, and my teeth down my throat, on this
+ cursed look-out place, because he's <i>too well known</i> there. What does
+ that mean? Upon my soul, it looks bad. They may be lynching a J. P. down
+ there, or making a spread eagle of the parish constable at this minute,
+ for anything I know, and as sure as fate, if they are, I shall get my foot
+ in it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It will read sweetly in the naval and military intelligence—'A
+ court-martial was held this day at Chatham, president, Colonel Smith, of
+ Her Majesty's 101st Regiment, to try Henry East, a lieutenant in the same
+ distinguished corps, who has been under arrest since the 10th ult., for
+ aiding and abetting the escape of a convict, and taking part in a riot in
+ the village of Englebourn, in the county of Berks. The defense of the
+ accused was that he had a sentimental friendship for a certain Thomas
+ Brown, an undergraduate of St. Ambrose College, Oxford, &amp;c. &amp;c.;
+ and the sentence of the Court—'
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang it! It's no laughing matter. Many a fellow has been broken for
+ not making half such a fool of himself as I have done, coming out here on
+ this errand. I'll tell T. B. a bit of my mind as sure as—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo! didn't I hear a shout? Only the wind, I believe. How it does
+ blow! One of these firs will be down, I expect, just now. The storm will
+ burst in a quarter of an hour. Here goes! I shall ride down into the
+ village, let what will come of it. Steady now—steady. Stand still you old
+ fool; can't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, now I'm all right. Solomon said something about a beggar on
+ horseback. Was is Solomon, though? Never mind. He couldn't ride. Never had
+ a horse till he was grown up. But he said some uncommon wise things about
+ having to do with such friends as T. B. So, Harry East, if you please, no
+ more tomfoolery after to-day. You've got a whole skin, and a lieutenant's
+ commission to make your way in the world with, and are troubled with no
+ particular crotchets yourself that need ever get you into trouble. So just
+ you keep clear of other people's. And if your friends must be mending the
+ world, and poor men's plastering, and running their heads against stone
+ walls, why, just you let go of their coat tails.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So muttering and meditating, Harry East paused a moment after mounting, to
+ turn up the collar of the rough shooting-coat which he was wearing, and
+ button it up to the chin, before riding down the hill, when, in the
+ hurly-burly of the wind, a shout came spinning past his ears, plain enough
+ this time; he heard the gate at the end of Englebourn lane down below him
+ shut with a clang, and saw two men running at full speed towards him,
+ straight up the hill.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! here you are at last,&rdquo; he said, as he watched them.
+ &ldquo;Well, you don't lose your time now. Somebody must be after them.
+ What's he shouting and waving his hand for? Oh, I'm to bring the cavalry
+ supports down the slope, I suppose. Well, here goes; he has brought off
+ his pal the convict I see—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ Says he, you've 'scaped from transportation
+ All upon the briny main;
+ So never give way to no temptation,
+ And don't get drunk nor prig again!
+</pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ There goes the gate again. By Jove, what's that? Dragoons, as I'm a
+ sinner! There's going to be the d——-st bear-fight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Saying which, Harry East dug his heels into his horse's sides, holding him
+ up sharply with the curb at the same time, and in another moment, was at
+ the bottom of the solitary mound on which he had been perched for the last
+ hour, and on the brow of the line of hill out of which it rose so
+ abruptly, just at the point for which the two runners were making. He had
+ only time to glance at the pursuers, and saw that one or two rode straight
+ on the track of the fugitives, while the rest skirted away along a parish
+ road which led up the hill side by an easier ascent, when Tom and his
+ companion were by his side. Tom seized the bridle of the led horse, and
+ was in the saddle with one spring.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Jump up behind,&rdquo; he shouted; &ldquo;now, then, come
+ along.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Who are they?&rdquo; roared East,—in that wind nothing but a shout
+ could be heard,—pointing over his shoulder with his thumb as they turned
+ to the heath.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yeomanry.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;After you?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom nodded, as they broke into a gallop, making straight across the heath
+ towards the Oxford road. They were some quarter of a mile in advance
+ before any of their pursuers showed over the brow of the hill behind them.
+ It was already getting dusk, and the great bank of cloud was by this time
+ all but upon them, making the atmosphere denser and darker every second.
+ Then, first one of the men appeared who had ridden straight up the hill
+ under the Hawk's Lynch, and, pulling up for a moment, caught sight of them
+ and gave chase. Half a minute later, and several of those who had kept to
+ the road were also in sight, some distance away on the left, but still
+ near enough to be unpleasant; and they too after a moment's pause, were in
+ full pursuit. At first the fugitives held their own, and the distance
+ between them and their pursuers was not lessened; but it was clear that
+ this could not last. Anything that horse-flesh is capable of, a real good
+ Oxford hack, such as they rode, will do; but to carry two full-grown men
+ at the end of a pretty long day, away from fresh horses and moderate
+ weights, is too much to expect even of Oxford horse-flesh; and the gallant
+ beast which Tom rode was beginning to show signs of distress when they
+ struck into the road. There was a slight dip in the ground a this place,
+ and a little further on the heath rose suddenly again, and the road ran
+ between high banks for a short distance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As they reached this point they disappeared for the moment from the
+ yeomanry, and the force of the wind was broken by the banks, so that they
+ could breathe more easily, and hear one another's voices.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom looked anxiously round at the lieutenant, who shrugged his shoulders
+ in answer to the look, as he bent forward to ease his own horse, and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Can't last another mile.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What's to be done?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>East again shrugged his shoulders, but said nothing.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I know, Master Tom,&rdquo; said Harry Winburn.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Pull up a bit, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Tom pulled up, and his horse fell into a walk willingly enough, while East
+ passed on a few strides ahead. Harry Winburn sprang off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You ride on now, Master Tom,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I knows the
+ heath well; you let me bide.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, no, Harry, not I. I won't leave you now, so let them come, and
+ be hanged.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>East had pulled up, and listened to their talk.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look here, now,&rdquo; he said to Harry; &ldquo;put your arm over
+ the hind part of his saddle, and run by the side; you'll find you can go
+ as fast as the horse. Now, you two push on, and strike across the heath.
+ I'll keep the road, and take off this joker behind, who is the only
+ dangerous customer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's like you, old boy,&rdquo; said Tom, &ldquo;then we'll meet
+ at the first public beyond the heath.&rdquo; They passed ahead in their
+ turn, and turned on to the heath, Harry running by the side, as the
+ lieutenant had advised.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East looked after them, and then put his horse into a steady trot,
+ muttering,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Like me! yes, devilish like me; I know that well enough. Didn't I
+ always play cat's-paw to his monkey at school? But that convict don't seem
+ such a bad lot after all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Meantime, Tom and Harry struck away over the heath, as the darkness closed
+ in, and the storm drove down. They stumbled on over the charred furze
+ roots, and splashed through the sloppy peat cuttings, casting anxious,
+ hasty looks over their shoulders as they fled, straining every nerve to
+ get on, and longing for night and the storm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hark! wasn't that a pistol-shot?&rdquo; said Tom, as they
+ floundered on. The sound came from the road they had left.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look, here's some on 'em, then,&rdquo; said Harry; and Tom was
+ aware of two horsemen coming over the brow of the hill on their left, some
+ three hundred yards to the rear. At the same instant his horse stumbled,
+ and came down on his nose and knees. Tom went off over his shoulder,
+ tumbling against Harry, and sending him headlong to the ground, but
+ keeping hold of the bridle. They were up again in a moment.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Are you hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come along, then,&rdquo; and Tom was in the saddle again, when the
+ pursuers raised a shout. They had caught sight of them now, and spurred
+ down the slope towards them. Tom was turning his horse's head straight
+ away, but Harry shouted,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Keep to the left, Master Tom,—to the left, right on.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ It seemed like running into the lion's jaws, but he yielded, and they
+ pushed on down the slope on which they were. Another shout of triumph rose
+ on the howling wind; Tom's heart sank within him. The enemy was closing on
+ them at every stride; another hundred yards, and they must meet at the
+ bottom of the slope. What could Harry be dreaming of? The thought had
+ scarcely time to cross his brain, when down went the two yeomen, horse and
+ man, floundering in a bog above their horses' girths. At the same moment
+ the storm burst on them, the driving mist and pelting rain. The chase was
+ over. They could not have seen a regiment of men at fifty yards' distance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You let me lead the horse, Master Tom,&rdquo; shouted Harry
+ Winburn; &ldquo;I knowed where they was going; 'twill take they the best
+ part o' the night to get out o' that, I knows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right, let's get back to the road, then, as soon as we
+ can,&rdquo; said Tom, surrendering his horse's head to Harry, and turning
+ up his collar, to meet the pitiless deluge which was driving on their
+ flanks. They were drenched to the skin in two minutes; Tom jumped off, and
+ plodded along on the opposite side of his horse to Harry. They did not
+ speak; there was very little to be said under the circumstances, and a
+ great deal to be thought about.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry Winburn probably knew the heath as well as any man living, but even
+ he had much difficulty in finding his way back to the road through that
+ storm. However, after some half-hour, spent in beating about, they reached
+ it, and turned their faces northwards towards Oxford. By this time night
+ had come on; but the fury of the storm had passed over them, and the moon
+ began to show every now and then through the driving clouds. At last Tom
+ roused himself out of the brown study in which he had been hitherto
+ plodding along, and turned down his coat collar, and shook himself, and
+ looked up at the sky, and across at his companion, who was still leading
+ the horse along mechanically. It was too dark to see his face, but his
+ walk and general look were listless and dogged; at last Tom broke silence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You promised not to do anything, after you came out, without
+ speaking to me.&rdquo; Harry made no reply; so presently he went on:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I didn't think you'd have gone in for such a business as that
+ to-night. I shouldn't have minded so much if it had only been
+ machine-breaking; but robbing the cellar and staving in the ale casks and
+ maiming cattle—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'd no hand in that,&rdquo; interrupted Harry.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm glad to hear it. You were certainly leaning against the gate
+ when I came up, and taking no part in it; but you were one of the leaders
+ of the riot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He brought it on hisself,&rdquo; said Harry, doggedly.
+ &ldquo;Tester is a bad man, I know that; and the people have much to
+ complain of: but nothing can justify what was done to-night.&rdquo; Harry
+ made no answer.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're known, and they'll be after you the first thing in the
+ morning. I don't know what's to be done.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Tis very little odds what happens to me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You've no right to say that, Harry. Your friends—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I ain't got no friends.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Harry, I don't think you ought to say that after what has
+ happened to-night. I don't mean to say that my friendship has done you
+ much good yet; but I've done what I could, and—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you hev', Master Tom, so you hev'.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I'll stick by you through thick and thin, Harry. But you must
+ take heart and stick by yourself, or we shall never pull you
+ through.&rdquo; Harry groaned, and then, turning at once to what was
+ always uppermost in his mind, said,—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis no good, now I've been in gaol. Her father wur allus agin me.
+ And now, how be I ever to hold up my head at whoam? I seen her once arter
+ I came out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, and what happened?&rdquo; said Tom, after waiting a moment or
+ two.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She just turned red and pale, and was all flustered like, and made
+ as though she'd have held out her hand; and then tuk and hurried off like
+ a frightened hare, as though she heerd somebody comin'. Ah! 'tis no good!
+ 'tis no good!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't see anything very hopeless in that,&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've knowed her since she wur that high,&rdquo; went on Harry,
+ holding out his hand about as high as the bottom of his waistcoat, without
+ noticing the interruption, &ldquo;when her and I went gleanin' together.
+ 'Tis what I've thought on, and lived for. 'Tis four year and better since
+ she and I broke a sixpence auver't. And at times it sim'd as tho' 'twould
+ all cum right, when my poor mother wur livin', tho' her never tuk to it
+ kindly, mother didn't. But 'tis all gone now! and I be that mad wi'
+ myself, and mammered, and down, I be ready to hang myself, Master Tom; and
+ if they just teks and transports me—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, nonsense, Harry! You must keep out of that. We shall think of
+ some way to get you out of that before morning. And you must get clear
+ away, and go to work on the railways or somewhere. There's nothing to be
+ downhearted about as far as Patty is concerned.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! 'tis they as wears it as knows where the shoe pinches. You'd
+ say different if 'twas you, Master Tom.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Should I?&rdquo; said Tom; and, after pausing a moment or two, he
+ went on. &ldquo;What I'm going to say is in confidence. I've never told it
+ to any man yet, and only one has found it out. Now, Harry, I'm much worse
+ off than you are at this minute. Don't I know where the shoe pinches! Why
+ I haven't seen—I've scarcely heard of—of—well, of my sweetheart—there,
+ you'll understand that—for this year and more. I don't know when I may see
+ her again. I don't know that she hasn't clean forgotten me. I don't know
+ that she ever cared a straw for me. Now you know quite well that you are
+ better off than that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I bean't so sure o' that, Master Tom. But I be terrible vexed to
+ hear about you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never mind about me. You say you're not sure, Harry. Come, now, you
+ said, not two minutes ago, that you two had broken a sixpence over it.
+ What does that mean, now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! but 'tis four years gone. Her's been a leadin' o' me up and
+ down, and a dancin' o' me round and round purty nigh ever since, let alone
+ the time as she wur at Oxford, when—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we won't talk of that, Harry. Come, will yesterday do for
+ you? If you thought she was all right yesterday, would that satisfy
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees; and summat to spare.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't believe it, I see. Well, why do you think I came after
+ you to-night? How did I know what was going on?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what I've been a-axin' o' myself as we cum
+ along.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, I'll tell you. I came because I got a note from her
+ yesterday at Oxford.&rdquo; Tom paused, for he heard a muttered growl from
+ the other side of the horse's head, and could see, even in the fitful
+ moonlight, the angry toss of the head with which his news was received,
+ &ldquo;I didn't expect this, Harry,&rdquo; he went on presently,
+ &ldquo;after what I told you just now about myself, it was a hard matter
+ to tell it at all; but, after telling you, I didn't think you'd suspect me
+ any more. However, perhaps I've deserved it. So, to go on with what I was
+ saying, two years ago, when I came to my senses about her, and before I
+ cared for anyone else, I told her to write if ever I could do her a
+ service. Anything that a man could do for his sister I was bound to do for
+ her, and I told her so. She never answered till yesterday, when I got this
+ note,&rdquo; and he dived into the inner breast pocket of his shooting.
+ coat. &ldquo;If it isn't soaked to pulp, it's in my pocket now. Yes, here
+ it is,&rdquo; and he produced a dirty piece of paper, and handed it across
+ to his companion. &ldquo;When there's light enough to read it, you'll see
+ plain enough what she means, though your name is not mentioned.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Having finished his statement, Tom retired into himself, and walked along
+ watching the hurrying clouds. After they had gone some hundred yards,
+ Harry cleared his throat once or twice, and at last broke out,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Master Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You bean't offended wi' me, sir, I hopes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, why should I be offended?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Cause I knows I be so all-fired jealous, I can't a'bear to hear o'
+ her talkin', let alone writin' to—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Out with it. To me, you were going to say.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Nay, 'tis mwore nor that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right, Harry, if you only lump me with the rest of mankind, I
+ don't care. But you needn't be jealous of me, and you mustn't be jealous
+ of me, or I sha'n't be able to help you as I want to do. I'll give you my
+ hand and word on it as man to man, there's no thought in my heart towards
+ her that you mightn't see this minute. Do you believe me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees; and you'll forgive—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's nothing to forgive, Harry. But now you'll allow your case
+ isn't such a bad one. She must keep a good lookout after you to know what
+ you were likely to be about to-day. And if she didn't care for you, she
+ wouldn't have written to me. That's good sense, I think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry assented, and then Tom went into a consideration of what was to be
+ done, and, as usual, fair castles began to rise in the air. Harry was to
+ start down the line at once, and take work on the railway. In a few weeks
+ he would be captain of a gang, and then what was to hinder his becoming a
+ contractor, and making his fortune, and buying a farm of his own at
+ Englebourn? To all which Harry listened with open ears till they got off
+ the heath, and came upon a small hamlet of some half-dozen cottages
+ scattered along the road.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's a public here, I suppose,&rdquo; said Tom, returning to the
+ damp realities of life. Harry indicated the humble place of entertainment
+ for man and horse.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's all right. I hope we shall find my friend here;&rdquo; and
+ they went towards the light which was shining temptingly through the
+ latticed window of the road-side inn.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0042"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLI—THE LIEUTENANT'S SENTIMENTS AND PROBLEMS</h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stop! It looks so bright that there must be something going on.
+ Surely the yeomanry can never have come on here already?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom laid his hand on the bridle, and they halted on the road opposite the
+ public-house, which lay a little back, with an open space of ground before
+ it. The sign-post, and a long water-trough for the horses of guests to
+ drink at, were pushed forward to the side of road to intimate the
+ whereabouts of the house, and the hack which Harry led was already
+ drinking eagerly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Stay here for a minute, and I'll go to the window, and see what's
+ up inside. It's very unlucky, but it will never do for us to go in if
+ there are any people there.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom stole softly up to the window out of which the light came. A little
+ scrap of a curtain was drawn across a portion of it, but he could see
+ easily into the room on either side of the curtain. The first glance
+ comforted him, for he saw at once that there was only one person in the
+ kitchen; but who and what he might be was a puzzle. The only thing which
+ was clear at a first glance was, that he was making himself at home.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The room was a moderate-sized kitchen, with a sanded floor, and a large
+ fire-place; a high wooden screen, with a narrow seat in front of it, ran
+ along the side on which the door from the entrance-passage opened. In the
+ middle there was a long rough walnut table, on which stood a large loaf,
+ some cold bacon and cheese, and a yellow jug; a few heavy rush-bottomed
+ chairs and a settle composed the rest of the furniture. On the wall were a
+ few samplers, a warming pan, and shelves with some common delf plates, and
+ cups and saucers. But though the furniture was meagre enough, the kitchen
+ had a look of wondrous comfort for a drenched mortal outside. Tom felt
+ this keenly, and, after a glance round, fixed his attention on the happy
+ occupant, with the view of ascertaining whether he would be a safe person
+ to intrude on under the circumstances. He was seated on a low,
+ three-cornered oak seat, with his back to the window, steadying a furze
+ fagot on the fire with the poker. The fagot blazed and crackled, and
+ roared up the chimney, sending out the bright flickering light which had
+ attracted them, and forming a glorious top to the glowing clear fire of
+ wood embers beneath, into which was inserted a long, funnel-shaped tin,
+ out of which the figure helped himself to some warm compound, when he had
+ settled the fagot to his satisfaction. He was enveloped as to his
+ shoulders in a heavy, dirty-white coat, with huge cape and high collar,
+ which hid the back of his head, such as was then in use by country
+ carriers; but the garment was much too short for him, and his bare arms
+ came out a foot beyond the end of the sleeves. The rest of his costume was
+ even more eccentric, being nothing more or less than a coarse flannel
+ petticoat, and his bare feet rested on the mat in front of the fire.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt a sudden doubt as to his sanity, which doubt was apparently
+ shared by the widow woman, who kept the house, and her maid-of-all-work,
+ one or other of whom might be seen constantly keeping an eye on their
+ guest from behind the end of the wooden screen. However, it was no time to
+ be over particular; they must rest before going further, and, after all,
+ it was only one man. So Tom thought, and was just on the point of calling
+ Harry to come on, when the figure turned round towards the window, and the
+ face of the lieutenant disclosed itself between the high-peaked gills of
+ the carrier's coat. Tom burst out into a loud laugh, and called out,—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It's all right, come along.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'll just look to the hosses, Master Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very well, and then come into the kitchen;&rdquo; saying which, he
+ hurried into the house, and after tumbling against the maid-of-all-work in
+ the passage, emerged from behind the screen.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, here we are at last, old fellow,&rdquo; he said, slapping
+ East on the shoulder.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, it's you, is it? I thought you were in the lock-up by this
+ time.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East's costume, as he sat looking up, with a hand on each knee, was even
+ more ridiculous on a close inspection, and Tom roared with laughter again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't see the joke,&rdquo; said East without moving a muscle.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You would, though, if you could see yourself. You wonderful old
+ Guy, where did you pick up that toggery?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The late lamented husband of the widow Higgs, our landlady, was the
+ owner of the coat. He also bequeathed to her several pairs of breeches,
+ which I have vainly endeavored to get into. The late lamented Higgs was an
+ abominably small man. He must have been very much her worse half. So, in
+ default of other clothing, the widow has kindly obliged me by the loan of
+ one of her own garments.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Where are your own clothes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There,&rdquo; said East, pointing to a clothes' horse, which Tom
+ had not hitherto remarked, which stood well into the chimney corner;
+ &ldquo;and they are dry, too,&rdquo; he went on, feeling them; &ldquo;at
+ least the flannel shirt and trousers are, so I'll get into them
+ again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, ma'am,&rdquo; he called out, addressing the screen,
+ &ldquo;I'm going to change my things. So you had better not look in just
+ now. In fact, we can call now, if we want anything.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this strong hint the widow Higgs was heard bustling away behind the
+ screen, and after her departure East got into some of his own clothes
+ again, offering the cast-off garments of the Higgs family to Tom, who,
+ however, declined, contenting himself with taking off his coat and
+ waistcoat, and hanging them upon the horse. He had been blown
+ comparatively dry in the last half-hour of his walk.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ While East was making his toilet, Tom turned to the table, and made an
+ assault on the bread and bacon, and then poured himself out a glass of
+ beer and began to drink it, but was pulled up half way, and put it down
+ with a face all drawn up into puckers by its sharpness.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I thought you wouldn't appreciate the widow's tap,&rdquo; said
+ East, watching him with a grin. &ldquo;Regular whistle-belly vengeance,
+ and no mistake! Here, I don't mind giving you some of my compound, though
+ you don't deserve it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom drew his chair to the fire, and smacked his lips over the
+ long-necked glass, which East handed to him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! that's not bad tipple after such a ducking as we've had.
+ Dog's-nose, isn't it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>East nodded.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, old fellow, I will say you are the best hand I know at making
+ the most of your opportunities. I don't know of anyone else who could have
+ made such a good brew out of that stuff and a drop of gin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East was not to be mollified by any such compliment. &ldquo;Have you got
+ many more such jobs as to-day's on hand? I should think they must
+ interfere with reading.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No. But I call to-day's a real good job.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you? I don't agree. Of course it's a matter of taste. I have the
+ honor of holding Her Majesty's commission; so I may be prejudiced,
+ perhaps.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What difference does it make whose commission you hold? You
+ wouldn't hold any commission, I know, which would bind you to be a tyrant
+ and oppress the weak and the poor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Humbug about your oppressing! Who is the tyrant, I should like to
+ know, the farmer, or the mob that destroys his property? I don't call
+ Swing's mob the weak and the poor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's all very well; but I should like to know how you'd feel if
+ you had no work and a starving family. You don't know what people have to
+ suffer. The only wonder is that all the country isn't in a blaze; and it
+ will be if things last as they are much longer. It must be a bad time
+ which makes such men as Harry Winburn into rioters.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know anything about Harry Winburn. But I know there's a
+ good deal to be said on the yeomanry side of the question.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, now, East, just consider this-&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I'm not in the humour for considering. I don't want to argue
+ with you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, that's always the way. You won't hear what a fellow's got to
+ say, and then set him down for a mischievous fool, because he won't give
+ up beliefs founded on the evidence of his own eyes, and ears, and
+ reason.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't quarrel with any of your beliefs. You've got 'em—I
+ haven't—that's just the difference between us. You've got some sort of
+ faith to fall back upon, in equality, and brotherhood, and a lot of cursed
+ nonsense of that kind. So, I daresay, you could drop down into a
+ navigator, or a shoeblack, or something in that way, to-morrow, and think
+ it pleasant. You might rather enjoy a trip across the water at the expense
+ of your country, like your friend the convict here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't talk such rot, man. In the first place, he isn't a convict;
+ you know that well enough.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He is just out of prison, at any rate. However, this sort of thing
+ isn't my line of country at all. So the next time you want to do a bit of
+ gaol delivery on your own hook, don't ask me to help you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, if I had known all that was going to happen, I wouldn't have
+ asked you to come, old fellow. Come, give us another glass of your
+ dog's-nose, and no more of your sermon, which isn't edifying.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The lieutenant filled the long-necked glass which Tom held out, with the
+ creaming mixture, which he was nursing in the funnel-shaped tin. But he
+ was not prepared to waive his right to lecture, and so continued, while
+ Tom sipped his liquor with much relish, and looked comically across at his
+ old schoolfellow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Some fellows have a call to set the world right—I haven't. My
+ gracious sovereign pays me seven and sixpence a day; for which sum I
+ undertake to be shot at on certain occasions and by proper persons, and I
+ hope when the time comes I shall take it as well as another. But that
+ doesn't include turning out to be potted at like a woodcock on your
+ confounded Berkshire wilds by a turnip-headed yeoman. It isn't to be done
+ at the figure.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What in the world do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I mean just what I say.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That one of those unspeakable yeomanry has been shooting at
+ you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Just so.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, you don't really mean it? Wh-e-e-w! Then that shot we heard was
+ fired at you. 'Pon my honor, I'm very sorry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Much good your sorrow would have done me if your precious
+ countryman had held straight.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, what can I say more, East? If there's anything I can do to
+ show you that I really am very sorry and ashamed at having brought you
+ into such a scrape, only tell me what it is.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't suppose your word would go for much at the Horse Guards, or
+ I'd ask you to give me a character for coolness under fire.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, I see you're joking now, old fellow. Do tell us how it
+ happened.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, when you turned off across the common, I pulled up for half a
+ minute, and then held on at a steady slow trot. If I had pushed on ahead,
+ my friend behind would have been just as likely to turn after you as after
+ me. Presently I heard Number One coming tearing along behind; and as soon
+ as he got from between the banks, he saw me and came straight after me
+ down the road. You were well away to the left, so now I just clapped on a
+ bit, to lead him further away from the right scent, and on he came,
+ whooping and hallooing to me to pull up. I didn't see why I hadn't just as
+ good a right to ride along the road at my own pace as he; so the more he
+ shouted, the more I didn't stop. But the beggar had the legs of me. He was
+ mounted on something deuced like a thoroughbred, and gained on me hand
+ over hand. At last when I judged he must be about twenty yards behind, I
+ thought I might as well have a look at him, so I just turned for a moment,
+ when, by Jove, there was my lord, lugging a pistol out of his right
+ holster. He shouted again to me to stop. I turned, ducked my head, and the
+ next moment he pulled trigger, and missed me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And what happened then,&rdquo; said Tom, eagerly drawing a long
+ breath.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I flatter myself I showed considerable generalship. If I had
+ given him time to get at his other pistol, or his toasting fork, it was
+ all up. I dived into my pocket, where by good luck there was some loose
+ powder, and copper caps, and a snuff-box; upset the snuff, grabbed a
+ handful of the mixture, and pulled hard at my horse. Next moment he was by
+ my side, lifting his pistol to knock me over. So I gave him the mixture
+ right in the face, and let him go by. Up went both his hands, and away
+ went he and his horse, somewhere over the common out of sight. I just
+ turned round, and walked quietly back. I didn't see the fun of accepting
+ any more attacks in the rear. Then up rides Number Two, a broad-faced
+ young farmer on a big gray horse, blowing like a grampus. He pulled up
+ short when we met, and stared, and I walked past him. You never saw a
+ fellow look more puzzled. I had regularly stale-mated him. However, he
+ took heart, and shouted, 'had I met the Captain?' I said, 'A gentleman had
+ ridden by on a bright bay.' 'That was he; which way had he gone?' So I
+ pointed generally over the common, and Number Two departed; and then down
+ came the storm, and I turned again, and came on here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Captain! It must have been Wurley, then, who fired at
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know who it was. I only hope he won't be blinded.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's a strange business altogether,&rdquo; said Tom, looking into
+ the fire; &ldquo;I scarcely know what to think of it. We should never have
+ pulled through but for you, that's certain.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I know what to think of it well enough,&rdquo; said East.
+ &ldquo;But now let's hear what happened to you. They didn't catch you, of
+ course?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, but it was touch and go. I thought it was all up at one time,
+ for Harry would turn right across their line. But he knew what he was
+ about; there was a bog between us, and they came on right into it, and we
+ left them floundering.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The convict seems to have his head about him, then. Where is he, by
+ the way? I'm curious to have a look at him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Looking after the horses. I'll call him in. He ought have something
+ to drink.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom went to the door and called Harry, who came out from the rough shed
+ which served as a stable, in his shirt, with a wisp of hay in his hand. He
+ had stripped off coat, and waistcoat, and braces, and had been warming
+ himself by giving the horses a good dressing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Harry, you haven't had anything,&rdquo; said Tom; &ldquo;come
+ across and have a glass of something hot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry followed into the kitchen, and stood by the end of the screen,
+ looking rather uncomfortable, while Tom poured him out a glass of the hot
+ mixture, and the lieutenant looked him over with keen eyes.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There, take that off. How are the horses?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pretty fresh, Master Tom; but they'd be the better of a bran mash,
+ or somethin' cumfable. I've spoke to the missus about it, and 'tis ready
+ to put on the fire.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's right then. Let them have it as quick as you can.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then I med fetch it and warm it up here, sir?&rdquo; said Harry.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;To be sure; the sooner the better.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Harry took off his glass, making a shy sort of duck with his head,
+ accompanied by &ldquo;your health, sir,&rdquo; to each of his
+ entertainers, and then disappeared into the back kitchen, returned with
+ the mash, which he put on the fire, and went off to the stable again.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What do you think of him?&rdquo; said Tom.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I like to see a fellow let his braces down when he goes to
+ work,&rdquo; said East.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's not every fellow who would be strapping away at those horses,
+ instead of making himself at home in the back kitchen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, it isn't,&rdquo; said East.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't you like his looks now?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He's not a bad sort, your convict.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I say, I wish you wouldn't call him names.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very good; your unfortunate friend, then. What are you going to do
+ with him?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's just what I've been puzzling about all the way here. What do
+ you think?&rdquo; And then they drew to the fire again, and began to talk
+ over Harry's prospects. In some ten minutes he returned to the kitchen for
+ the mash, and this time drew a complimentary remark from the lieutenant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry was passionately fond of animals, and especially of horses, and they
+ found it out quickly enough as they always do. The two hacks were by this
+ time almost fresh again, with dry coats, and feet well washed and
+ cleansed; and while working at them, Harry had been thinking over all he
+ had heard that evening, and what with the work and what with his thoughts,
+ found himself getting more hopeful every minute. No one who had seen his
+ face an hour before on the heath would have believed it was the same man
+ who was now patting and fondling the two hacks as they disposed of the
+ mash he had prepared for them. He leant back against the manger, rubbing
+ the ears of Tom's hack—the one which had carried double so well in their
+ first flight—gently with his two hands, while the delighted beast bent
+ down its head, and pressed it against him, and stretched its neck,
+ expressing in all manner of silent ways its equine astonishment and
+ satisfaction. By the light of the single dip, Harry's face grew shorter
+ and shorter, until at last, a quiet humorous look began to creep back into
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As we have already taken the liberty of putting the thoughts of his
+ betters into words, we must now do so for him; and, if he had expressed
+ his thoughts in his own vernacular as he rubbed the hack's ears in the
+ stable, his speech would have been much as follows:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How cums it as I be all changed like, as tho' sum un had tuk and
+ rubbed all the downheartedness out o' me? Here I be, two days out o' gaol,
+ wi' nothin' in the world but the things I stands in,—for in course I med
+ just give up the bits o' things as is left at Daddy Collins's—and they all
+ draggled wi' the wet—and I med be tuk in the mornin' and sent across the
+ water; and yet I feels sum how as peert as a yukkel. So fur as I can see,
+ 'tis jest nothin' but talkin' wi' our Master Tom. What a fine thing 'tis
+ to be a schollard. And yet seemin'ly 'tis nothin' but talk arter all's
+ said and done. But 'tis allus the same; whenever I gets talkin' wi' he, it
+ all cums out as smooth as crame. Fust time as ever I seen him since we wur
+ bwys he talked just as a do now; and then my poor mother died. Then he
+ come in arter the funeral, and talked me up agen, till I thought as I wur
+ to hev our cottage and all the land as I could do good by. But our cottage
+ wur tuk away, and my 'lotment besides. Then cum last summer, and 'twur
+ just the same agen arter his talk, but I got dree months auver that job.
+ And now 'ere I be wi un agen, a-runnin' from the constable; and like to be
+ tuk up and transpworted, and 'tis just the same; and I s'pose 'twill be
+ just the same if ever I gets back, and sees un, and talks wi' un, if I be
+ gwine to be hung. 'Tis a wunnerful thing to be a schollard, to be able to
+ make things look all straight when they be ever so akkerd and
+ unked.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And then Harry left off rubbing the horse's ears; and, pulling the damp
+ piece of paper, which Tom had given him, out of his breeches' pocket,
+ proceeded to flatten it out tenderly on the palm of his hand, and read it
+ by the light of the dip, when the landlady came to inform him that the
+ gentlefolk wanted him in the kitchen. So he folded his treasure up again,
+ and went off to the kitchen. He found Tom standing with his back to the
+ fire, while the lieutenant was sitting at the table, writing on a scrap of
+ paper, which the landlady had produced after much hunting over of drawers.
+ Tom began, with some little hesitation:—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, Harry, I've been talking matters over with my friend here, and
+ I've changed my mind. It won't do after all for you to stay about at
+ railway work, or anything of that sort. You see you wouldn't be safe.
+ They'd be sure to trace you, and you'd get into trouble about this day's
+ work. And then, after all, it's a very poor opening for a young fellow
+ like you. Now, why shouldn't you enlist into Mr. East's regiment? You'll
+ be in his company, and it's a splendid profession. What do you say
+ now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East looked up at poor Harry, who was quite taken aback at this change in
+ his prospects, and could only mutter, that he had never turned his mind to
+ &ldquo;sodgerin.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's just the thing for you,&rdquo; Tom went on. &ldquo;You can
+ write and keep accounts, and you'll get on famously. Ask Mr. East if you
+ won't. And don't you fear about matters at home. You'll see that'll all
+ come right. I'll pledge you my word it will, and I'll take care that you
+ shall hear everything that goes on there; and, depend upon it, it's your
+ best chance. You'll be back at Englebourn as a sergeant in no time, and be
+ able to snap your fingers at them all. You'll come with us to Steventon
+ station, and take the night train to London, and then in the morning go to
+ Whitehall, and find Mr. East's sergeant. He'll give you a note to him, and
+ they'll send you on to Chatham, where the regiment is. You think it's the
+ best thing for him, don't you?&rdquo; said Tom, turning to East.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I think you'll do very well if you only keep steady. Here's a
+ note to the sergeant, and I shall be back at Chatham in a day or two
+ myself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry took the note mechanically; he was quite unable yet to make any
+ resistance.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now get something to eat as quick as you can, for we ought to
+ be off. The horses are all right, I suppose?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, Master Tom,&rdquo; said Harry, with an appealing look.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Where are your coat and waistcoat, Harry?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;They be in the stable, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;In the stable! Why, they're all wet, then, still?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, 'tis no odds about that, Master Tom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No odds! Get them in directly, and put them to dry here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>So Harry Winburn went off to the stable to fetch his clothes.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He's a fine fellow,&rdquo; said East, getting up and coming to the
+ fire; &ldquo;I've taken quite a fancy to him, but he doesn't fancy
+ enlisting.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor fellow! he has to leave his sweetheart. It's a sad business,
+ but it's the best thing for him, and you'll see he'll go.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom was right. Poor Harry came in and dried his clothes, and got his
+ supper; and while he was eating it, and all along the road afterwards,
+ till they reached the station at about eleven o'clock, pleaded in his
+ plain way with Tom against leaving his own country side. And East listened
+ silently, and liked him better and better.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom argued with him gently, and turned the matter round on all sides,
+ putting the most hopeful face upon it; and, in the end, talked first
+ himself and then Harry into the belief that it was the best thing that
+ could have happened to him, and more likely than any other course of
+ action to bring everything right between him and all the folk at
+ Englebourn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So they got into the train at Steventon in pretty good heart, with his
+ fare paid, and half-a-sovereign in his pocket, more and more impressed in
+ his mind with what a wonderful thing it was to be &ldquo;a
+ schollard.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The two friends rode back to Oxford at a good pace. They had both of them
+ quite enough to think about, and were not in the humour for talk, had
+ place and time served, so that scarce a word passed between them till they
+ had left their horses at the livery stables, and were walking through the
+ silent streets, a few minutes before midnight. Then East broke silence.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't make out how you do it. I'd give half-a-year's pay to get
+ the way of it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The way of what? What an you talking about?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, your way of shutting your eyes, and going in blind.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, that's a queer wish for a fighting man,&rdquo; said Tom,
+ laughing. &ldquo;We always thought a rusher no good at school, and that
+ the thing to learn was, to go in with your own eyes open, and shut up
+ other people's.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah but we hadn't cut our eye-teeth then. I look at these things
+ from a professional point of view. My business is to get fellows to shut
+ their eyes tight, and I begin to think you can't do it as it should be
+ done, without shutting your own first.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't take.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, look at the way you talked your convict—I beg your pardon—your
+ unfortunate friend—into enlisting tonight. You talked as if you believed
+ every word you were saying to him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So I did.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I should like to have you for a recruiting sergeant, if you
+ could only drop that radical bosh. If I had had to do it, instead of
+ enlisting, he would have gone straight off and hung himself in the
+ stable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I'm glad you didn't try your hand at it then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look again at me. Do you think anyone but such a—well I don't want
+ to say anything uncivil—a headlong dog like you could have got me into
+ such a business as to-day's? Now I want to be able to get other fellows to
+ make just such fools of themselves as I've made of myself to-day. How do
+ you do it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know, unless it is that I can't help always looking at the
+ best side of things myself, and so—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Most things haven't got a best side.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, at the pretty good side, then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Nor a pretty good one.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If they haven't got a pretty good one, it don't matter how you look
+ at them, I should think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I don't believe it does—much. Still, I should like to be able
+ to make a fool of myself, too, when I want, with the view of getting
+ others to do ditto, of course.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I wish I could help you, old fellow; but I don't see my way to
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall talk to our regimental doctor about it, and get put through
+ a course of fool's-diet before we start for India.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Flap-doodle, they call it, what fools are fed on. But it's odd that
+ you should have broken out in this place, when all the way home I've been
+ doing nothing but envying you your special talent.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What's that?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Just the opposite one—the art of falling on your feet. I should
+ like to exchange with you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You'd make a precious bad bargain of it, then.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's twelve striking. I must knock in. Good night. You'll be
+ round to breakfast at nine.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right. I believe in your breakfasts, rather,&rdquo; said East,
+ as they shook hands at the gate of St. Ambrose, into which Tom
+ disappeared, while the lieutenant strolled back to the
+ &ldquo;Mitre.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0043"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLII—THIRD YEAR</h2>
+ <p>
+ East returned to his regiment in a few days, and at the end of the month
+ the gallant 101st embarked for India. Tom wrote several letters to the
+ lieutenant, inclosing notes to Harry, with gleanings of news from
+ Englebourn, where his escape on the night of the riot had been a
+ nine-days' wonder; and, now that he was fairly &ldquo;'listed,&rdquo; and
+ out of the way, public opinion was beginning to turn in his favor. In due
+ course a letter arrived from the lieutenant, dated Cape Town, giving a
+ prosperous account of the voyage so far. East did not say much about
+ &ldquo;your convict,&rdquo; as he still insisted on calling Harry; but the
+ little he did say was very satisfactory, and Tom sent off this part of the
+ letter to Katie, to whom he had confided the whole story, entreating her
+ to make the best use of it in the interest of the young soldier. And,
+ after this out-of-the-way beginning, he settled down into the usual
+ routine of his Oxford life.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This change in his opinions and objects of interest brought him now into
+ more intimate relations with a set of whom he had, as yet, seen little.
+ For want of a better name, we may call them &ldquo;the party of
+ progress.&rdquo; At their parties, instead of practical jokes, and
+ boisterous mirth, and talk of boats, and bats, and guns, and horses, the
+ highest and deepest questions of morals, and politics, and metaphysics,
+ were discussed, and discussed with a. freshness and enthusiasm which is
+ apt to wear off when doing has to take the place of talking, but has a
+ strange charm of its own while it lasts, and is looked back to with loving
+ regret by those for whom it is no longer a possibility.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ With this set Tom soon fraternized, and drank in many new ideas, and took
+ to himself also many new crotchets besides those with which he was already
+ weighted. Almost all his new acquaintances were Liberal in politics, but a
+ few only were ready to go all lengths with him. They were all Union men,
+ and Tom, of course, followed the fashion, and soon propounded theories in
+ that institution which gained him the name of Chartist Brown.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There was a strong mixture of self-conceit in it all. He had a kind of
+ idea that he had discovered something which it was creditable to have
+ discovered, and that it was a very fine thing to have all these feelings
+ for, and sympathies with, &ldquo;the masses&rdquo;, and to believe in
+ democracy, and &ldquo;glorious humanity,&rdquo; and &ldquo;a good time
+ coming,&rdquo; and I know not what other big matters. And, although it
+ startled and pained him at first to hear himself called ugly names, which
+ he had hated and despised from his youth up, and to know that many of his
+ old acquaintances looked upon him, not simply as a madman, but as a madman
+ with snobbish proclivities; yet, when the first plunge was over, there was
+ a good deal on the other hand which tickled his vanity, and was far from
+ being unpleasant.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ To do him justice, however, the disagreeables were such that, had there
+ not been some genuine belief at the bottom, he would certainly have been
+ headed back very speedily into the fold of political and social orthodoxy.
+ As it was, amidst the cloud of sophisms, and platitudes, and big,
+ one-sided ideas half-mastered, which filled his thoughts and overflowed in
+ his talk, there was growing in him, and taking firmer hold on him daily, a
+ true and broad sympathy for men as men, and especially for poor men as
+ poor men, and a righteous and burning hatred against all laws, customs, or
+ notions, which, according to his light, either were or seemed to be
+ setting aside, or putting anything else in the place of, or above, the
+ man. It was with him the natural outgrowth of the child's and boy's
+ training (though his father would have been much astonished to be told
+ so), and the instincts of those early days were now getting rapidly set
+ into habits and faiths, and becoming a part of himself.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In this stage of his life, as in so many former ones, Tom got great help
+ from his intercourse with Hardy, now the rising tutor of the college.
+ Hardy was travelling much the same road himself as our hero, but was
+ somewhat further on, and had come into it from a different country, and
+ though quite other obstacles. Their early lives had been very different;
+ and, both by nature and from long and severe self-restraint and
+ discipline, Hardy was much the less impetuous and demonstrative of the
+ two. He did not rush out, therefore (as Tom was too much inclined to do),
+ the moment he had seized hold of the end of a new idea which he felt to be
+ good for <i>him</i> and what <i>he</i> wanted, and brandish it in the face
+ of all comers, and think himself a traitor to the truth if he wasn't
+ trying to make everybody he met with eat it. Hardy, on the contrary, would
+ test his new idea, and turn it over, and prove it as far as he could, and
+ try to get hold of the whole of it, and ruthlessly strip off any tinsel or
+ rose-pink sentiment with which it might happen to be mixed up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Often and often did Tom suffer under this severe method, and rebel against
+ it, and accuse his friend, both to his face and in his own secret
+ thoughts, of coldness, and want of faith, and all manner of other sins of
+ omission and commission. In the end, however, he generally came round,
+ with more or less of rebellion, according to the severity of the
+ treatment, and acknowledge that, when Hardy brought him down from riding
+ the high horse, it was not without good reason, and that the dust in which
+ he was rolled was always most wholesome dust.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For instance, there was no phrase more frequently in the mouths of the
+ party of progress than &ldquo;the good cause.&rdquo; It was a fine
+ big-sounding phrase, which could be used with great effect in perorations
+ of speeches at the Union, and was sufficiently indefinite to be easily
+ defended from ordinary attacks, while it saved him who used it the trouble
+ of ascertaining accurately for himself, or settling for his hearers, what
+ it really did mean. But, however satisfactory it might be before
+ promiscuous audiences, and so long as vehement assertion or declaration
+ was all that was required to uphold it, this same &ldquo;good cause&rdquo;
+ was liable to come to much grief when it had to get itself defined. Hardy
+ was particularly given to persecution on this subject, when he could get
+ Tom, and, perhaps, one or two others, in a quiet room by themselves. While
+ professing the utmost sympathy for &ldquo;the good cause,&rdquo; and a
+ hope as strong as theirs that all its enemies might find themselves
+ suspended to lamp-posts as soon as possible, he would pursue it into
+ corners from which escape was most difficult, asking it and its supporters
+ what it exactly was, and driving them from one cloud-land to another, and
+ from &ldquo;the good cause&rdquo; to the &ldquo;people's cause,&rdquo; the
+ &ldquo;cause of labor,&rdquo; and other like troublesome definitions,
+ until the great idea seemed to have no shape or existence any longer even
+ in their own brains.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But Hardy's persecution, provoking as it was for the time, never went to
+ the undermining of any real conviction in the minds of his juniors, or the
+ shaking of anything which did not need shaking, but only helped them to
+ clear their ideas and brains as to what they were talking and thinking
+ about, and gave them glimpses—soon clouded over again, but most useful,
+ nevertheless—of the truth; that there were a good many knotty questions to
+ be solved before a man could be quite sure that he had found out the way
+ to set the world thoroughly to rights, and heal all the ills that flesh is
+ heir to.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy treated another of his friend's most favorite notions even with less
+ respect than this one of &ldquo;the good cause.&rdquo; Democracy, that
+ &ldquo;universal democracy,&rdquo; which their favourite author had
+ recently declared to be &ldquo;an inevitable fact of the days in which we
+ live&rdquo;, was, perhaps, on the whole, the pet idea of the small section
+ of liberal young Oxford, with whom Tom was now hand and glove. They lost
+ no opportunity of worshipping it, and doing battle for it; and, indeed,
+ most of them did very truly believe that that state of the world which
+ this universal democracy was to bring about, and which was coming no man
+ could say how soon, was to be in fact that age of peace and good-will
+ which men had dreamt of in all times, when the lion should lie down with
+ the kid, and nation should not vex nation any more.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ After hearing something to this effect from Tom on several occasions,
+ Hardy cunningly lured him to his rooms on the pretence of talking over the
+ prospects of the boat club, and then, having seated him by the fire, which
+ he himself proceeded to assault gently with the poker, propounded suddenly
+ to him the question,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Brown, I should like to know what you mean by 'democracy'?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom at once saw the trap into which he had fallen, and made several
+ efforts to break away, but unsuccessfully; and, being seated to a cup of
+ tea, and allowed to smoke, was then and there grievously oppressed, and
+ mangled, and sat upon, by his oldest and best friend. He took his ground
+ carefully, and propounded only what he felt sure that Hardy himself would
+ at once accept—what no man of any worth could possibly take exception to.
+ &ldquo;He meant much more,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;than this; but for the
+ present purpose it would be enough for him to say that, whatever else it
+ might mean, democracy in his mouth always meant that every man should have
+ a share in the government of his country.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy, seeming to acquiesce, and making a sudden change in the subject of
+ their talk, decoyed his innocent guest away from the thought of democracy
+ for a few minutes, by holding up to him the flag of hero-worship, in which
+ worship Tom was, of course, a sedulous believer. Then, having involved him
+ in most difficult country, his persecutor opened fire upon him from masked
+ batteries of the most deadly kind, the guns being all from the armory of
+ his own prophets.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You long for the rule of the ablest man, everywhere, at all times?
+ To find your ablest man, and then give him power, and obey him—that you
+ hold to be about the highest act of wisdom which a nation can be capable
+ of?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and you know you believe that to, Hardy, just as firmly as I
+ do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope so. But then, how about our universal democracy, and every
+ man having a share in the government of his country?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom felt that his flank was turned; in fact, the contrast of his two
+ beliefs had never struck him vividly before, and he was consequently much
+ confused. But Hardy went on tapping a big coal gently with the poker, and
+ gave him time to recover himself and collect his thoughts.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't mean, of course, that every man is to have an actual share
+ in the government,&rdquo; he said at last.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But every man is somehow to have a share; and, if not an actual
+ one, I can't see what the proposition comes to.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I call it having a share in the government when a man has share in
+ saying who shall govern him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, you'll own that's a very different thing. But let's see; will
+ that find our wisest governor for us—letting all the most foolish men in
+ the nation have a say as to who he is to be?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come now, Hardy, I've heard you say that you are for manhood
+ suffrage.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's another question; you let in another idea there. At present
+ we are considering whether the <i>vox populi</i> is the best test for
+ finding your best man. I'm afraid all history is against you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That's a good joke. Now, there I defy you, Hardy.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Begin at the beginning, then, and let us see.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose you'll say, then, that the Egyptian and Babylonian
+ empires were better than the little Jewish republic.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Republic! well, let that pass. But I never heard that the Jews
+ elected Moses, or any of the judges.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, never mind the Jews; they're an exceptional case; you can't
+ argue from them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't admit that. I believe just the contrary. But go on.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, then, what do you say to the glorious Greek republics, with
+ Athens at the head of them?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say that no nation ever treated their best men so badly. I see I
+ must put on a lecture in Aristophanes for your special benefit. Vain,
+ irritable, shallow, suspicious old Demus, with his two oboli in his cheek,
+ and doubting only between Cleon and the sausage-seller, which he shall
+ choose for his wisest man—not to govern, but to serve his whims and
+ caprices. You must call another witness, I think.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But that's a caricature.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Take the picture, then, out of Thucydides, Plato, Xenophon, how you
+ will—you won't mend the matter much. You shouldn't go so fast, Brown; you
+ won't mind my saying so, I know. You don't get clear in your own mind
+ before you pitch into everyone who comes across you, and so do your own
+ side (which I admit is mostly the right one) more harm than good.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom couldn't stand being put down so summarily, and fought over the ground
+ from one country to another, from Rome to the United States, with all the
+ arguments he could muster, but with little success. That unfortunate first
+ admission of his, he felt it throughout, like a millstone round his neck,
+ and could not help admitting to himself, when he left, that there was a
+ good deal in Hardy's concluding remark,—&ldquo;You'll find it rather a
+ tough business to get your 'universal democracy' and 'government by the
+ wisest' to pull together in one coach.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Notwithstanding all such occasional reverses and cold baths, however, Tom
+ went on strengthening himself in his new opinions, and maintaining them
+ with all the zeal of a convert. The shelves of his bookcase, and the walls
+ of his room, soon began to show signs of the change which was taking place
+ in his ways of looking at men and things. Hitherto a framed engraving of
+ George III had hung over his mantle-piece; but early in this, his third
+ year, the frame had disappeared for a few days, and when it reappeared,
+ the solemn face of John Milton looked out from it, while the honest
+ monarch had retired into a portfolio. A facsimile of Magna Charta soon
+ displaced a large colored print of &ldquo;A Day With the Pycheley&rdquo;,
+ and soon afterwards the death warrant of Charles I. with its grim and
+ resolute rows of signatures and seals, appeared on the wall in a place of
+ honour, in the neighbourhood of Milton.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Squire Brown was passing through Oxford, and paid his son a visit soon
+ after this last arrangement had been completed. He dined in hall, at the
+ high table, being still a member of the college, and afterwards came with
+ Hardy to Tom's rooms to have a quiet glass of wine, and spend the evening
+ with his son and a few of his friends, who had been asked to meet
+ &ldquo;the governor.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had a struggle with himself whether he should not remove the
+ death-warrant into his bedroom for the evening, and had actually taken if
+ down with this view; but in the end he could not stomach such a
+ backsliding, and so restored it to its place. &ldquo;I have never
+ concealed my opinions from my father,&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;though I
+ don't think he quite knows what they are. But if he doesn't, he ought, and
+ the sooner the better. I should be a sneak to try to hide them. I know he
+ won't like it, but he is always just and fair, and will make allowances.
+ At any rate, up it goes again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so he re-hung the death-warrant, but with the devout secret hope that
+ his father might not see it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The wine-party went off admirably. The men were nice, gentlemanly,
+ intelligent fellows; and the Squire, who had been carefully planted by Tom
+ with his back to the death-warrant, enjoyed himself very much. At last
+ they all went, except Hardy; and now the nervous time approached. For a
+ short time longer the three sat at the wine-table while the squire
+ enlarged upon the great improvement in young men, and the habits of the
+ University, especially in the matter of drinking. Tom had only opened
+ three bottles of port. In his time the men would have drunk certainly not
+ less than a bottle a man; and other like remarks he made, as he sipped his
+ coffee, and then, pushing back his chair, said, &ldquo;Well, Tom, hadn't
+ your servant better clear away, and then we can draw round the fire, and
+ have a talk.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Wouldn't you like to take a turn while he is clearing? There's the
+ Martyr's Memorial you haven't seen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you. I know the place well enough. I don't come to walk
+ about in the dark. We sha'n't be in your man's way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so Tom's scout came in to clear away, took out the extra leaves of the
+ table, put on the cloth, and laid tea. During these operations Mr. Brown
+ was standing with his back to the fire, looking about him as he talked.
+ When there was more space to move in, he began to walk up and down, and
+ very soon took to remarking the furniture and arrangements of the room.
+ One after the other the pictures came under his notice. Most of them
+ escaped without comment, the Squire simply pausing a moment, and then
+ taking up his walk again. Magna Charta drew forth his hearty approval. It
+ was a capital notion to hang such things on his walls, instead of bad
+ prints of steeple-chases, or trash of that sort. &ldquo;Ah, here's
+ something else of the same kind. Why, Tom, what's this?&rdquo; said the
+ squire, as he paused before the death-warrant. There was a moment or two
+ of dead silence, while the Squire's eyes ran down the names, from Jo.
+ Bradshaw to Miles Corbet; and then he turned, and came and sat down
+ opposite to his son. Tom expected his father to be vexed, but was not the
+ least prepared for the tone of pain, and sorrow, and anger, in which he
+ first inquired, and then remonstrated.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For some time past the Squire and his son had not felt so comfortable
+ together as of old. Mr. Brown had been annoyed by much that Tom had done
+ in the case of Harry Winburn, though he did not know all. There had sprung
+ up a barrier somehow or other between them, neither of them knew how. They
+ had often felt embarrassed at being left alone together during the past
+ year, and found that there were certain topics which they could not talk
+ upon, which they avoided by mutual consent. Every now and then the
+ constraint and embarrassment fell off for a short time, for at bottom they
+ loved and appreciated one another heartily; but the divergences in their
+ thoughts and habits had become very serious, and seemed likely to increase
+ rather than not. They felt keenly the chasm between the two generations.
+ As they looked at one another from opposite banks, each in his secret
+ heart blamed the other in great measure for that which was the fault of
+ neither. Mixed with the longings which each felt for a better
+ understanding was enough of reserve and indignation to prevent them from
+ coming to it. The discovery of their differences was too recent, and they
+ were too much alike in character and temper, for either to make large
+ enough allowance for, or to be really tolerant of, the other.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This was the first occasion on which they had come to outspoken and
+ serious difference; and though the collision had been exceedingly painful
+ to both, yet when they parted for the night, it was with a feeling of
+ relief that the ice had been thoroughly broken. Before his father left the
+ room, Tom had torn the facsimile of the death-warrant out of its frame,
+ and put it in the fire, protesting, however, at the same time, that,
+ though &ldquo;he did thist out of deference to his father, and was deeply
+ grieved at having given him pain, he could not and would not give up his
+ convictions, or pretend that they were changed, or even shaken.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The Squire walked back to his hotel deeply moved. Who can wonder? He was a
+ man full of living and vehement convictions. One of his early
+ recollections had been the arrival in England of the news of the beheading
+ of Louis XVI, and the doings of the Reign of Terror. He had been bred in
+ the times when it was held impossible for a gentleman or a Christian to
+ hold such views as his son had been maintaining, and, like many of the
+ noblest Englishmen of his time, had gone with and accepted the creed of
+ the day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom remained behind, dejected and melancholy; now accusing his father of
+ injustice and bigotry, now longing to go after him, and give up
+ everything. What were all his opinions and convictions compared with his
+ father's confidence and love? At breakfast the next morning, however,
+ after each of them had had time for thinking over what had passed, they
+ met with a cordiality which was as pleasant to each as it was unlooked
+ for; and from this visit of his father to him at Oxford, Tom dated a new
+ and more satisfactory epoch in their intercourse.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The fact had begun to dawn on the Squire that the world had changed a good
+ deal since his time. He saw that young men were much improved in some
+ ways, and acknowledged the fact heartily; on the other hand, they had
+ taken up with a lot of new notions which he could not understand, and
+ thought mischievous and bad. Perhaps Tom might get over them as he got to
+ be older and wiser, and in the meantime he must take the evil with the
+ good. At any rate he was too fair a man to try to dragoon his son out of
+ anything which he really believed. Tom on his part gratefully accepted the
+ change in his father's manner, and took all means of showing his gratitude
+ by consulting and talking freely to him on such subjects as they could
+ agree upon, which were numerous, keeping in the back-ground the questions
+ which had provoked painful discussions between them. By degrees these even
+ could be tenderly approached; and, now that they were approached in a
+ different spirit, the honest beliefs of the father and son no longer
+ looked so monstrous to one another, the hard and sharp outlines began to
+ wear off, and the views of each of them to be modified. Thus, bit by bit,
+ by a slow but sure process, a better understanding than ever was
+ re-established between them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This beginning of a better state of things in his relations with his
+ father consoled Tom for many other matters that seemed to go wrong with
+ him, and was a constant bit of bright sky to turn to when the rest of his
+ horizon looked dark and dreary, as it did often enough.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ For it proved a very trying year to him, this his third and last year at
+ the University; a year full of large dreams and small performances, of
+ unfulfilled hopes and struggles to set himself right, ending ever more
+ surely in failure and disappointment. The common pursuits of the place had
+ lost their freshness, and with it much of their charm. He was beginning to
+ feel himself in a cage, and to beat against the bars of it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Often, in spite of all his natural hopefulness, his heart seemed to sicken
+ and turn cold, without any apparent reason; his old pursuits palled on
+ him, and he scarcely cared to turn to new ones. What was it that made life
+ so blank to him at these times? How was it that he could not keep the
+ spirit within him alive and warm?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It was easier to ask such questions than to get an answer. Was it not this
+ place he was living in and the ways of it? No, for the place and its ways
+ were the same as ever, and his own way of life in it better than ever
+ before. Was it the want of sight or tidings of Mary? Sometimes he thought
+ so, and then cast the thought away as treason. His love for her was ever
+ sinking deeper into him, and raising and purifying him. Light and strength
+ and life came from that source; craven weariness and coldness of heart,
+ come from whence they might, were not from that quarter. But precious as
+ his love was to him, and deeply as it affected his whole life, he felt
+ that there must be something beyond it—that its full satisfaction would
+ not be enough for him. The bed was too narrow for a man to stretch himself
+ on. What he was in search of must underlie and embrace his human love, and
+ support it. Beyond and above all private and personal desires and hopes
+ and longings, he was conscious of a restless craving and feeling about
+ after something, which he could not grasp, and yet which was not avoiding
+ him, which seemed to be mysteriously laying hold of him and surrounding
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The routine of chapels, and lectures, and reading for degree, boating,
+ cricketing, Union-debating,—all well enough in their way—left this vacuum
+ unfilled. There was a great outer visible world, the problems and puzzles
+ of which were rising before him and haunting him more and more; and a
+ great inner and invisible world opening round him in awful depth. He
+ seemed to be standing on the brink of each—now shivering and helpless,
+ feeling like an atom about to be whirled into the great flood and carried
+ he knew not where—now ready to plunge in and take his part, full of hope
+ and belief that he was meant to buffet in the strength of a man with the
+ seen and the unseen, and to be subdued by neither.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In such a year as this, a bit of steady, bright blue sky was a boon beyond
+ all price, and so he felt it to be. And it was not only with his father
+ that Tom regained lost ground in this year. He was in a state of mind in
+ which he could not bear to neglect or lose any particle of human sympathy,
+ and so he turned to old friendships, and revived the correspondence with
+ several of his old school-fellows, and particularly with Arthur, to the
+ great delight of the latter, who had mourned bitterly over the few
+ half-yearly lines, all he had got from Tom of late, in answer to his own
+ letters, which had themselves, under the weight of neglect, gradually
+ dwindled down to mere formal matters. A specimen of the later
+ correspondence may fitly close the chapter:—
+ </p>
+ <h3>ST. AMBROSE</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dear Geordie—I can hardly pardon you for having gone to Cambridge,
+ though you have got a Trinity scholarship—which I suppose is, on the
+ whole, quite as good a thing as anything of the sort you could have got up
+ here. I had so looked forward to having you here though, and now I feel
+ that we shall probably scarcely ever meet. You will go your way and I
+ mine; and one alters so quickly, and gets into such strange new grooves,
+ that unless one sees a man about once a week at least, you may be just
+ like strangers when you are thrown together again. If you had come up here
+ it would have been all right, and we should have gone all through life as
+ we were when I left school, and as I know we should be again in no time if
+ you had come here. But now, who can tell?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What makes me think so much of this is a visit of a few days that
+ East paid me just before his regiment went to India. I feel that if he
+ hadn't done it, and we had not met till he came back—years hence
+ perhaps—we should never have been to one another what we shall be now. The
+ break would have been too great. Now it's all right. You would have liked
+ to see the old fellow grown into a man, but not a bit altered—just the
+ quiet, old way, pooh-poohing you, and pretending to care for nothing, but
+ ready to cut the nose off his face, or go through fire and water for you
+ at a pinch, if you'll only let him go his own way about it, and have his
+ grumble, and say that he does it all from the worst possible motives.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But we must try not to lose hold of one another, Geordie. It would
+ be a bitter day to me if I thought anything of the kind could ever happen
+ again. We must write more to one another. I've been awfully lazy, I know,
+ about it for this last year and more; but then I always thought you would
+ be coming up here, and so that it didn't matter much. But now I will turn
+ over a new leaf, and write to you about my secret thoughts, my works and
+ ways; and you must do it too. If we can only tide over the next year or
+ two we shall get into plain sailing, and I suppose it will all right then.
+ At least, I can't believe that one is likely to have many such up-and-down
+ years in one's life as the last two. If one is, goodness knows where I
+ shall end. You know the outline of what has happened to me from my
+ letters, and the talks we have had in my flying visits to the old school,
+ but you haven't a notion of the troubles of mind I've been in, and the
+ changes I've gone through. I can hardly believe it myself when I look
+ back. However I'm quite sure I have <i>got on</i>; that's my great
+ comfort. It is a strange blind sort of world, that's a fact, with lots of
+ blind alleys, down which you go blundering in the fog after some seedy
+ gaslight, which you take for the sun till you run against the wall at the
+ end, and find out that the light is a gaslight, and that there's no
+ thoroughfare. But for all that one does get on. You get to know the sun's
+ light better and better, and to keep out of the blind alleys; and I am
+ surer and surer every day, that there's always sunlight enough for every
+ honest fellow—though I didn't think so a few months back—and a good sound
+ road under his feet, if he will only step out on it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Talking of blind alleys puts me in mind of your last. Aren't you
+ going down a blind alley, or something worse? There's no wall to bring you
+ up, that I can see down the turn you've taken; and then, what's the
+ practical use of it all? What good would you do to yourself, or anyone
+ else, if you could get to the end of it? I can't for the life of me fancy,
+ I confess, what you think will come of speculating about necessity and
+ free will. I only know that I can hold out my hand before me, and can move
+ it to the right or left, despite of all the powers in heaven or earth. As
+ I sit here writing to you, I can let into my heart, and give the reins to,
+ all sorts of devil's passions, or to the Spirit of God. Well, that's
+ enough for me. I <i>know</i> it of myself, and I believe you know it of
+ yourself, and everybody knows it of themselves or himself; and why you
+ can't be satisfied with that, passes my comprehension. As if one hasn't
+ got puzzles enough, and bothers enough, under one's nose, without going
+ a-field after a lot of metaphysical quibbles. No, I'm wrong,—not going
+ a-field,—anything one has to go a-field for is all right. What a fellow
+ meets outside himself he isn't responsible for, and must do the best he
+ can with. But to go on for ever looking inside of one's self, and groping
+ about amongst one's own sensations, and ideas, and whimsies of one kind
+ and another, I can't conceive a poorer line of business than that. Don't
+ you get into it now, that's a dear boy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very likely you'll tell me you can't help it; that every one has
+ his own difficulties, and must fight them out, and that mine are one sort,
+ and yours another. Well, perhaps you may be right. I hope I'm getting to
+ know that my plummet isn't to measure all the world. But it does seem a
+ pity that men shouldn't be thinking about how to cure some of the wrongs
+ which poor dear old England is pretty near dying of, instead of taking the
+ edge off their brains, and spending all their steam in speculating about
+ all kinds of things, which wouldn't make any poor man in the world—or rich
+ one either, for that matter—a bit better off, if they were all found out,
+ and settled to-morrow. But here I am at the end of my paper. Don't be
+ angry at my jobation; but write me a long answer of your own free will,
+ and believe me ever affectionately yours,
+ </p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;T. B.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0044"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLIII—AFTERNOON VISITORS</h2>
+ <p>
+ Miss Mary Porter was sitting alone in the front drawing-room of her
+ father's house, in Belgravia, on the afternoon of a summer's day in this
+ same year. Two years and more have passed over her head since we first met
+ her, and she may be a thought more sedate and better dressed, but there is
+ no other change to be noticed in her.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The room was for the most part much like other rooms in that quarter of
+ the world. There were few luxuries in the way of furniture which fallen
+ man can desire which were not to be found there, but over and above this,
+ there was an elegance in the arrangement of all the nick-nacks and
+ ornaments, and an appropriateness and good taste in the placing of every
+ piece of furniture and vase of flowers, which showed that a higher order
+ of mind than the upholsterer's or housemaid's was constantly overlooking
+ and working there. Everything seemed to be in its exact place, in the best
+ place which could have been thought of for it, and to be the best thing
+ which could have been thought of for the place. And yet this perfection
+ did not strike you particularly at first, or surprise you in any way, but
+ sank into you gradually, so that, until you forced yourself to consider
+ the matter, you could not in the least say why the room had such a very
+ pleasant effect on you.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The young lady to whom this charm was chiefly owing was sitting by a buhl
+ work-table, on which lay her embroidery and a book. She was reading a
+ letter, which seemed deeply to interest her; for she did not hear the
+ voice of the butler, who had just opened the door and disturbed her
+ solitude, until he had repeated for the second time, &ldquo;Mr.
+ Smith.&rdquo; Then Mary jumped up, and, hastily folding her letter, put it
+ into her pocket. She was rather provoked at having allowed herself to be
+ caught there alone by afternoon visitors, and with the servants for having
+ let anyone in; nevertheless, she welcomed Mr. Smith with a cordiality of
+ manner which perhaps rather more than represented her real feelings, and,
+ with a &ldquo;let mamma know,&rdquo; to the butler, set to work to
+ entertain her visitor. She would have had no difficulty in doing this
+ under ordinary circumstances, as all that Mr. Smith wanted was a good
+ listener. He was a somewhat heavy and garrulous old gentleman, with many
+ imaginary, and a few real troubles, the constant contemplation of which
+ served to occupy the whole of his own time, and as much of his friends' as
+ he could get them to give him. But scarcely had he settled himself
+ comfortably in an easy chair opposite to his victim, when the butler
+ entered again, and announced, &ldquo;Mr. St. Cloud.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary was now no longer at her ease. Her manner of receiving her new
+ visitor was constrained; and yet it was clear that he was on easy terms in
+ the house. She asked the butler where his mistress was, and heard with
+ vexation that she had gone out, but was expected home almost immediately.
+ Charging him to let her mother know the moment she returned, Mary turned
+ to her unwelcome task, and sat herself down again with such resignation as
+ she was capable of at the moment. The conduct of her visitors was by no
+ means calculated to restore her composure, or make her comfortable between
+ them. She was sure that they knew one another; but neither of then would
+ speak to the other. There the two sat on, each resolutely bent on tiring
+ the other out; the elder crooning on to her in an undertone, and ignoring
+ the younger, who in his turn put on an air of serene unconsciousness of
+ the presence of his senior, and gazed about the room, and watched Mary,
+ making occasional remarks to her as if no one else were present. On and on
+ they sat, her only comfort being the hope that neither of them would have
+ the conscience to stay on after the departure of the other.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Between them Mary was driven to her wits' end, and looked for her mother
+ or for some new visitor to come to her help, as Wellington looked for the
+ Prussians on the afternoon of June 18th. At length youth and insolence
+ prevailed, and Mr. Smith rose to go. Mary got up too, and after his
+ departure remained standing, in hopes that her other visitor would take
+ the hint and follow the good example. But St. Cloud had not the least
+ intention of moving.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Really, your good-nature is quite astonishing, Miss Porter,&rdquo;
+ he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and following the
+ pattern of one of the flowers on the carpet with his cane, which gave him
+ the opportunity of showing his delicately gloved hand to advantage.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, why do you think so?&rdquo; she asked, taking up her
+ embroidery and pretending to begin working.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Have I not good reason, after sitting this half-hour and seeing you
+ enduring old Smith—the greatest bore in London? I don't believe there are
+ three houses where the servants dare let him in. It would be as much as
+ their places are worth. No porter could hope for a character who let him
+ in twice in the season.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor Mr. Smith,&rdquo; said Mary, smiling. &ldquo;But you know we
+ have no porter, and,&rdquo; she suddenly checked herself, and added
+ gravely, &ldquo;he is an old friend, and papa and mamma like him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But the wearisomeness of his grievances! Those three sons in the
+ Plungers, and their eternal scrapes! How you could manage to keep a civil
+ face! It was a masterpiece of polite patience.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, I am very sorry for his troubles. I wonder where mamma can
+ be? We are going to drive. Shall you be in the Park? I think it must be
+ time for me to dress.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope not. It is so seldom that I see you except in crowded rooms.
+ Can you wonder that I should value such a chance as this?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Were you at the new opera last night?&rdquo; asked Mary, carefully
+ avoiding his eye, and sticking to her work, but scarcely able to conceal
+ her nervousness and discomfort.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I was there; but—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, do tell me about it, then; I hear it was a great
+ success.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Another time. We can talk of the opera anywhere. Let me speak now
+ of something else. You must have seen, Miss Porter,—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How can you think I will talk of anything till you have told me
+ about the opera?&rdquo; interrupted Mary rapidly and nervously. &ldquo;Was
+ Grisi very fine? The chief part was composed for her, was it not? and dear
+ old Lablache—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I will tell you all about it presently, if you will let me, in five
+ minutes' time—I only ask for five minutes—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Five minutes! Oh, no, not five seconds. I must hear about the new
+ opera before I will listen to a word of anything else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed, Miss Porter, you must pardon me for disobeying. But I may
+ not have such a chance as this again for months.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ With which prelude he drew his chair towards hers and Mary was just trying
+ to make up her mind to jump up and run right out of the room, when the
+ door opened, and the butler walked in with a card on a waiter. Mary had
+ never felt so relieved in her life, and could have hugged the solemn old
+ domestic when he said, presenting the card to her,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The gentleman asked if Mrs. or you were in, Miss, and told me to
+ bring it up, and find whether you would see him on particular business.
+ He's waiting in the hall.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes, I know. Of course. Yes, say I will see him directly. I
+ mean, ask him to come up now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I show him into the library, Miss?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, no; in here; do you understand?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, Miss,&rdquo; replied the butter, with a deprecatory look at
+ St. Cloud, as much as to say, &ldquo;You see, I can't help it,&rdquo; in
+ answer to his impatient telegraphic signals. St. Cloud had been very
+ liberal to the Porters' servants.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary's confidence had all come back. Relief was at hand. She could trust
+ herself to hold St. Cloud at bay now, as it could not be for more than a
+ few minutes. When she turned to him the nervousness had quite gone out of
+ her manner, and she spoke in her old tone again, as she laid her
+ embroidery aside.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How lucky that you should be here! Look; I think you must be
+ acquainted,&rdquo; she said, holding out the card which the butler had
+ given her to St. Cloud.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He took it mechanically, and looked at it, and then crushed it in his
+ hand, and was going to speak. She prevented him.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I was right, I'm sure. You do know him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I didn't see the name,&rdquo; he said almost fiercely.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The name on the card which I gave you just now?—Mr. Grey. He is
+ curate in one of the poor Westminster districts. You must remember him,
+ for he was of your college. He was at Oxford with you. I made his
+ acquaintance at the Commemoration. He will be so glad to meet an old
+ friend.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud was too much provoked to answer; and the next moment the door
+ opened, and the butler announced Mr. Grey.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey came into the room timidly, carrying his head a little down as usual,
+ and glancing uncomfortably about in a manner which used to make Drysdale
+ say that he always looked as though he had just been robbing a hen-roost.
+ Mary went forward to meet him, holding out her hand cordially.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am so glad to see you,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;How kind of you to
+ call when you are so busy! Mamma will be here directly. I think you must
+ remember Mr. St. Cloud—Mr. Grey.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ St. Cloud's patience was now quite gone. He drew himself up, making the
+ slightest possible inclination towards Grey, and then, without taking any
+ further notice of him, turned to Mary with a look which he meant to be
+ full of pitying admiration for her, and contempt of her visitor; but, as
+ she would not look at him, it was thrown away. So he made his bow and
+ stalked out of the room, angrily debating with himself, as he went down
+ the stairs, whether she could have understood him. He was so fully
+ convinced of the sacrifice which a man in his position was making in
+ paying serious attention to a girl with little fortune and no connexion,
+ that he soon consoled himself in the belief that her embarrassment only
+ arose from shyness, and that the moment he could explain himself she would
+ be his obedient and grateful servant. Meantime Mary sat down opposite to
+ the curate, and listened to him as he unfolded his errand awkwardly
+ enough. An execution was threatened in the house of a poor struggling
+ widow, whom Mrs. Porter had employed to do needlework occasionally, and
+ who was behind with her rent through sickness. He was afraid that her
+ things would be taken and sold in the morning, unless she could borrow two
+ sovereigns. He had so many claims on him, that he could not lend her the
+ money himself, and so had come out to see what he could do amongst those
+ who knew her.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ By the time Grey had arrived at the end of his story, Mary had made up her
+ mind—not without a little struggle—to sacrifice the greater part of what
+ was left of her quarter's allowance. After all, it would only be wearing
+ cleaned gloves instead of new ones, and giving up her new riding-hat till
+ next quarter. So she jumped up, and said gaily, &ldquo;Is that all, Mr.
+ Grey? I have the money, and I will lend it her with pleasure. I will fetch
+ it directly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She tripped off to her room, and soon came back with the money; and just
+ then the butler came in with tea, and Mary asked Mr. Grey to take some. He
+ looked tired, she said, and if he would wait a little time, he would see
+ her mother, who would be sure to do something more for the poor woman.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey had risen to leave, and was standing, hat in hand, ready to go. He
+ was in the habit of reckoning with himself strictly for every minute of
+ his day, and was never quite satisfied with himself unless he was doing
+ the most disagreeable thing which circumstances for the time being allowed
+ him to do. But greater and stronger men than Grey, from Adam downwards,
+ have yielded to the temptation before which he now succumbed. He looked
+ out of the corners of his eyes; and there was something so fresh and
+ bright in the picture of the dainty little tea-service and the young lady
+ behind it, the tea which she was beginning to pour out smelt so
+ refreshing, and her hand and figure looked so pretty in the operation,
+ that, with a sigh of departing resolution, he gave in, put his hat on the
+ floor, and sat down opposite to the tempter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Grey took a cup of tea, and then another. He thought he had never tasted
+ anything so good. The delicious rich cream, and the tempting plate of
+ bread and butter were too much for him. He fairly gave way, and resigned
+ himself to physical enjoyment, and sipped his tea, and looked over his cup
+ at Mary, sitting there bright and kind and ready to go on pouring out for
+ him to any extent. It seemed to him as if an atmosphere of light and joy
+ surrounded her, within the circle of which he was sitting and absorbing.
+ Tea was the only stimulant that Grey ever took, and he had more need of it
+ than usual, for he had given away the chop, which was his ordinary dinner,
+ to a starving woman. He was faint with fasting and the bad air of the
+ hovels in which he had been spending his morning. The elegance of the
+ room, the smell of the flowers, the charm of companionship with a young
+ woman of his own rank, and the contrast of the whole to his common way of
+ life, carried him away, and hopes and thoughts began to creep into his
+ head to which he had long been a stranger. Mary did her very best to make
+ his visit pleasant to him. She had a great respect for the self-denying
+ life which she knew he was leading; and the nervousness and shyness of his
+ manners were of a kind, which, instead of infecting her, gave her
+ confidence, and made her feel quite at her ease with him. She was so
+ grateful to him for having delivered her out of her recent embarrassment,
+ that she was more than usually kind in her manner.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She saw how he was enjoying himself; and thought what good it must do him
+ to forget his usual occupations for a short time. So she talked positive
+ gossip to him, risked his opinion on riding habits, and very soon was
+ telling him the plot of a new novel which she had just been reading, with
+ an animation and playfulness which would have warmed the heart of an
+ anchorite. For a short quarter of an hour Grey resigned himself; but at
+ the end of that time he became suddenly and painfully conscious of what he
+ was doing, and stopped himself short in the middle of an altogether
+ worldly compliment, which he detected himself in the act of paying to his
+ too fascinating young hostess. He felt that retreat was his only chance,
+ and so grasped his hat again, and rose with a deep sigh, and a sudden
+ change of manner which alarmed Mary.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I hope you are not ill, Mr. Grey?&rdquo; she said, anxiously.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not the least, thank you. But—but—in short, I must go to my
+ work. I ought to apologize, indeed, for having stayed so long.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you have not been here more than twenty minutes. Pray stay, and
+ see mamma; she must be in directly.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thank you; you are very kind. I should like it very much, but
+ indeed I cannot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary felt that it would be no kindness to press it further, and so rose
+ herself, and held out her hand. Grey took it, and it is not quite certain
+ to this day whether he did not press it in that farewell shake more than
+ was absolutely necessary. If he did, we may be quite sure that he
+ administered exemplary punishment to himself afterwards for so doing. He
+ would gladly have left now, but his over-sensitive conscience forbade it.
+ He had forgotten his office, he thought, hitherto, but there was time yet
+ not to be altogether false to it. So he looked grave and shy again, and
+ said,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You will not be offended with me, Miss Porter, if I speak to you as
+ a clergyman?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Mary was a little disconcerted, but answered almost immediately,—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, no. Pray say anything which you think you ought to say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am afraid there must be a great temptation in living always in
+ beautiful rooms like this, with no one but prosperous people. Do you not
+ think so?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But one cannot help it. Surely, Mr. Grey, you do not think it can
+ be wrong?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not wrong. But it must be very trying. It must be very
+ necessary to do something to lessen the temptation of such a life.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I do not understand you. What could one do?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Might you not take up some work which would not be pleasant, such
+ as visiting the poor?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should be very glad; but we do not know any poor people in
+ London.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There are very miserable districts near here.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, and papa and mamma are very kind, I know, in helping whenever
+ they can hear of a proper case. But it is so different from the country.
+ There it is so easy and pleasant to go into the cottages where everyone
+ knows you, and most of the people work for papa, and one is sure of being
+ welcomed, and that nobody will be rude. But here I should be afraid. It
+ would seem so impertinent to go to people's houses of whom one knows
+ nothing. I should never know what to say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is not easy or pleasant duty which is the best for us. Great
+ cities could never be evangelized, Miss Porter, if all ladies thought as
+ you do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think, Mr. Grey,&rdquo; said Mary, rather nettled, &ldquo;that
+ everyone has not the gift of lecturing the poor, and setting them right;
+ and, if they have not, they had better not try to do it. And as for the
+ rest, there is plenty of the same kind of work to be done, I believe,
+ amongst the people of one's own class.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You are joking, Miss Porter.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I am not joking at all. I believe that rich people are quite as
+ unhappy as poor. Their troubles are not the same, of course, and are
+ generally of their own making. But troubles of the mind are worse, surely,
+ than troubles of the body?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly; and it is the highest work of the ministry to deal with
+ spiritual trials. But you will pardon me for saying that I cannot think
+ this is the proper work for—for—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;For me, you would say. We must be speaking of quite different
+ things, I am sure. I only mean that I can listen to the troubles and
+ grievances of anyone who likes to talk of them to me, and try to comfort
+ them a little, and to make things look brighter, and to keep cheerful. It
+ is not easy always even to do this.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is not, indeed. But would it not be easier if you could do as I
+ suggest? Going out of one's own class, and trying to care for and help the
+ poor, braces the mind more than anything else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You ought to know my cousin Katie,&rdquo; said Mary, glad to make a
+ diversion; &ldquo;that is just what she would say. Indeed, I think you
+ must have seen her at Oxford; did you not?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I believe I had the honor of meeting her at the rooms of a friend.
+ I think he said she was also a cousin of his.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Mr. Brown, you mean? Yes; did you know him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, yes. You will think it strange, as we are so very unlike; but I
+ knew him better than I knew almost any one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor Katie is very anxious about him. I hope you thought well of
+ him. You do not think he is likely to go very wrong?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, indeed. I could wish he were sounder on Church questions, but
+ that may come. Do you know that he is in London?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I had heard so.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He has been several times to my schools. He used to help me at
+ Oxford, and has a capital way with the boys.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At this moment the clock on the mantel-piece struck a quarter. The sound
+ touched some chord in Grey which made him grasp his hat again, and prepare
+ for another attempt to get away.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope you will pardon—&rdquo; He pulled himself up short, in the
+ fear lest he were going again to be false (as he deemed it) to his
+ calling, and stood the picture of nervous discomfort.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary came to his relief. &ldquo;I am sorry you must go, Mr. Grey,&rdquo;
+ she said; &ldquo;I should have so liked to have talked to you more about
+ Oxford. You will call again soon, I hope?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At which last speech Grey, casting an imploring glance at her, muttered
+ something which she could not catch, and fled from the room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary stood looking dreamily out of the window for a few minutes, till the
+ entrance of her mother roused her, and she turned to pour out a cup of tea
+ for her.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It is cold, mamma dear; do let me make some fresh.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, thank you, dear; this will do very well,&rdquo; said Mrs.
+ Porter; and she took off her bonnet and sipped the cold tea. Mary watched
+ her silently for a minute, and then, taking the letter she had been
+ reading out of her pocket, said, &ldquo;I have a letter from Katie,
+ mamma.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mrs. Porter took the letter and read it; and, as Mary still watched, she
+ saw a puzzled look coming over her mother's face. Mrs. Porter finished the
+ letter, and then looked stealthily at Mary, who on her side was now busily
+ engaged in putting up the tea-things.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It is very embarrassing,&rdquo; said Mrs. Porter.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, mamma?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, of course, my dear, I mean Katie's telling us of her cousin's
+ being in London, and sending us his address—&rdquo; and then she paused.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, mamma?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your papa will have to make up his mind whether he will ask him to
+ the house. Katie would surely never have told him that she has
+ written.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mr. and Mrs. Brown were so very kind. It would seem so strange, so
+ ungrateful, not to ask him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am afraid he is not the sort of young man—in short, I must speak
+ to your papa.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mrs. Porter looked hard at her daughter, who was still busied with the
+ tea-things. She had risen, bonnet in hand, to leave the room; but now
+ changed her mind, and, crossing to her daughter, put her arm round her
+ neck. Mary looked up steadily into her eyes, then blushed slightly, and
+ said quietly,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, mamma; indeed, it is not as you think.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ Her mother stooped and kissed her, and left the room, telling her to get
+ dressed, as the carriage would be round in a few minutes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Her trials for the day were not over. She could see by their manner at
+ dinner that her father and mother had been talking about her. Her father
+ took her to a ball in the evening, where they met St. Cloud, who fastened
+ himself to them. She was dancing a quadrille, and her father stood near
+ her, talking confidentially to St. Cloud. In the intervals of the dance,
+ scraps of their conversation reached her.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You knew him, then, at Oxford?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, very slightly.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like to ask you now, as a friend—&rdquo; Here Mary's
+ partner reminded her that she ought to be dancing. When she had returned
+ to her place again she heard—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You think, then, that it was a bad business?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was notorious in the college. We never had any doubt on the
+ subject.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My niece has told Mrs. Porter that there really was nothing wrong
+ in it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Indeed? I am happy to hear it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should like to think well of him, as he is a connexion of my
+ wife. In other respects now—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Here again she was carried away by the dance. When she returned, she
+ caught the end of a sentence of St. Cloud's, &ldquo;You will consider what
+ I have said in confidence?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo; answered Mr. Porter; &ldquo;and I am exceedingly
+ obliged to you.&rdquo; And then the dance was over, and Mary returned to
+ her father's side. She had never enjoyed a ball less than this, and
+ persuaded her father to leave early, which he was delighted to do.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When she reached her own room, Mary took off her wreath and ornaments, and
+ then sat down and fell into a brown study, which lasted for some time. At
+ last she roused herself with a sigh, and thought she had never had so
+ tiring a day, though she could hardly tell why, and felt half inclined to
+ have a good cry, if she could only have made up her mind what about.
+ However, being a sensible young woman, she resisted the temptation, and
+ hardly taking the trouble to roll up her hair, went to bed and slept
+ soundly.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mr. Porter found his wife sitting up for him; they were evidently both
+ full of the same subject.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, dear?&rdquo; she said, as he entered the room.</p>
+ <p>Mr. Porter put down his candle, and shook his head.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't think Katie can be right then? She must have capital
+ opportunities of judging, you know, dear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But she is no judge. What can a girl like Katie know about such
+ things?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, dear, do you know I really cannot think there was anything
+ very wrong, though I did think so at first, I own.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I find that his character was bad—decidedly bad—always. Young
+ St. Cloud didn't like to say much to me, which was natural, of course.
+ Young men never like to betray one another; but I could see what he
+ thought. He is a right-minded young man and very agreeable.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I do not take to him very much.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;His connexions and prospects, too, are capital. I sometimes think
+ he has a fancy for Mary. Haven't you remarked it?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, dear. But as to the other matter? Shall you ask him
+ here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, dear, I do not think there is any need. He is only in town, I
+ suppose, for a short time, and it is not at all likely that we should know
+ where he is, you see.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But if he should call?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course then we must be civil. We can consider then what is to be
+ done.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0045"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLIV—THE INTERCEPTED LETTER-BAG</h2>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Dear Katie;—At home, you see, without having answered your last
+ kind letter of counsel and sympathy. But I couldn't write in town, I was
+ in such a queer state all the time. I enjoyed nothing, not even the match
+ at Lord's, or the race; only walking at night in the square, and watching
+ her window, and seeing her at a distance in Rotten Row.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I followed your advice at last, though it went against the grain
+ uncommonly. It did seem so unlike what I had a right to expect from
+ them—after all the kindness my father and mother had shown them when they
+ came into our neighborhood, and after I had been so intimate there,
+ running in and out just like a son of their own—that they shouldn't take
+ the slightest notice of me all the time I was in London. I shouldn't have
+ wondered if you hadn't explained; but after that, and after you had told
+ them my direction, and when they knew that I was within five minutes' walk
+ of their house constantly (for they knew all about Grey's schools, and
+ that I was there three or four times a week), I do think it was too bad.
+ However, as I was going to tell you, I went at last, for I couldn't leave
+ town without trying to see her; and I believe I have finished it all off.
+ I don't know. I'm very low about it, at any rate, and want to tell you all
+ that passed, and to hear what you think. I have no one to consult but you,
+ Katie. What should I do without you? But you were born to help and comfort
+ all the world. I shan't rest till I know what you think about this last
+ crisis in my history.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I put off going till my last day in town, and then called twice.
+ The first time, 'not at home.' But I was determined now to see somebody
+ and make out something; so I left my card, and a message that, as I was
+ leaving town next day, I would call again. When I called again at 6
+ o'clock, I was shown into the library, and presently your uncle came in. I
+ felt very uncomfortable, and I think he did too; but he shook hands
+ cordially enough, asked why I had not called before, and said he was sorry
+ to hear I was going out of town so soon. Do you believe he meant it? I
+ didn't. But it put me out, because it made it look as if it had been my
+ fault that I hadn't been there before. I said I didn't know that he would
+ have liked me to call, but I felt that he had got the best of the
+ start.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then he asked after all at home, and talked of his boys, and how
+ they were getting on at school. By this time I had got my head again; so I
+ went back to my calling, and said that I had felt that I could never come
+ to their house as a common acquaintance, and, as I did not know whether
+ they would ever let me come in any other capacity, I had kept away till
+ now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your uncle didn't like it, I know; for he got up and walked about,
+ and then said he didn't understand me. Well, I was quite reckless by this
+ time. It was my last chance, I felt; so I looked hard into my hat, and
+ said that I had been over head and ears in love with Mary for two years.
+ Of course there was no getting out of the business after that. I kept on
+ staring into my hat; so I don't know how he took it; but the first thing
+ he said was that he had had some suspicions of this, and now my confession
+ gave him a right to ask me several questions. In the first place, had I
+ ever spoken to her? No; never directly. What did I mean by directly? I
+ meant that I had never either spoken or written to her on the subject—in
+ fact, I hadn't seen her except at a distance for the last two years—but I
+ could not say that she might not have found it out from my manner. Had I
+ ever told anyone else? No. And this was quite true, Katie, for both you
+ and Hardy found it out.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He took a good many turns before speaking again. Then he said I had
+ acted as a gentleman hitherto and he should be very plain with me. Of
+ course I must see that, looking at my prospects and his daughter's, it
+ could not be an engagement which he could look on with much favor from a
+ worldly point of view. Nevertheless, he had the highest respect and regard
+ for my family, so that, if in some years' time I was in a position to
+ marry, he should not object on this score; but there were other matters
+ which were in his eyes of more importance. He had heard (who could have
+ told him?) that I had taken up very violent opinions—opinions which, to
+ say nothing more of them, would very much damage my prospects of success
+ in life; and that I was in the habit of associating with the advocates of
+ such opinions—persons who, he must say, were not fit companions for a
+ gentleman—and of writing violent articles in low revolutionary newspapers,
+ such as the <i>Wessex Freeman</i>. Yes, I confessed I had written. Would I
+ give up these things? I had a great mind to say flat, no, and I believe I
+ ought to have; but as his tone was kind, I couldn't help trying to meet
+ him. So I said I would give up writing or speaking publicly about such
+ matters, but I couldn't pretend not to believe what I did believe.
+ Perhaps, as my opinions had altered so much already, very likely they
+ might again.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He seemed to be rather amused at that, and said he sincerely hoped
+ they might. But now came the most serious point; he had heard very bad
+ stories of me at Oxford, but he would not press me with them. There were
+ too few young men whose lives would bear looking into for him to insist
+ much on such matters, and he was ready to let bygones be bygones. But I
+ must remember that he had himself seen me in one very awkward position. I
+ broke in, and said I had hoped that had been explained to him. I could not
+ defend my Oxford life; or could not defend myself as to this particular
+ case at one time; but there had been nothing in it that I was ashamed of
+ since before the time I knew his daughter.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On my honour, had I absolutely and entirely broken off all
+ relations with her? He had been told that I still kept up a correspondence
+ with her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I still wrote to her, and saw her occasionally; but it was
+ only to give her news of a young man from her village, who was now serving
+ in India. He had no other way of communicating with her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was a most curious arrangement; did I mean that this young man
+ was going to be married to her?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I hoped so.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why should he not write to her at once, if they were engaged to be
+ married?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They were not exactly engaged; it was rather hard to explain. Here
+ your uncle seemed to lose patience, for he interrupted me and said,
+ 'Really, it must be clear to me, as a reasonable man, that, if this
+ connexion were not absolutely broken off, there must be an end of
+ everything, so far as his daughter was concerned. Would I give my word of
+ honor to break it off at once, and completely?' I tried to explain again;
+ but he would have nothing but 'yes' or 'no.' Dear Katie, what could I do?
+ I have written to Patty that, till I die, she may always reckon on me as
+ on a brother; and I promised Harry never to lose sight of her, and to let
+ her know everything that happens to him. Your uncle would not hear me; so
+ I said, &ldquo;No.&rdquo; And he said, 'Then our interview had better
+ end,' and rang the bell. Somebody, I'm sure, has been slandering me to
+ him; who can it be?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I didn't say another word, or offer to shake hands, but got up and
+ walked out of the room, as it was no good waiting for the servant to come.
+ When I got into the hall the front door was open, and I heard her voice. I
+ stopped dead short. She was saying something to some people who had been
+ out riding with her. The next moment the door shut, and she tripped in in
+ her riding-habit, and grey gloves, and hat, with the dearest little grey
+ plume in it. She went humming along, and up six or eight steps, without
+ seeing me. Then I moved a step, and she stopped and looked and gave a
+ start. I don't know whether my face was awfully miserable, but, when our
+ eyes met, her's seemed to fill with pity and uneasiness, and inquiry, and
+ the bright look to melt away altogether; and then she blushed and ran down
+ stairs again, and held out her hand, saying, 'I am so glad to see you,
+ after all this long time.' I pressed it, but I don't think I said
+ anything. I forget; the butler came into the hall, and stood by the door.
+ She paused another moment, looked confused, and then, as the library door
+ opened, went away up stairs, with a kind 'good-bye.' She dropped a little
+ bunch of violets, which she had worn in the breast of her habit, as she
+ went away. I went and picked them up, although your uncle had now come out
+ of the library, and then made the best of my way into the street.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, Katie, I have told you everything, exactly as it happened.
+ Do write to me, dear, and tell me, now, what you think. Is it all over?
+ What can I do? Can you do anything for me? I feel it is better in one
+ respect. Her father can never say now that I didn't tell him all about it.
+ But what is to happen? I am so restless. I can settle to nothing, and do
+ nothing, but fish. I moon away all my time by the water-side, dreaming.
+ But I don't mean to let it beat me much longer. Here's the fourth day
+ since I saw her. I came away the next morning. I shall give myself a week;
+ and, dear, do write me a long letter at once, and interpret it all to me.
+ A woman knows so wonderfully what things mean. But don't make it out
+ better than you really think. Nobody can stop my going on loving her,
+ that's a comfort; and while I can do that, and don't know she loves
+ anybody else, I ought to be happier than any other man in the world. Yes,
+ I ought to be, but I ain't. I will be, though; see if I won't. Heigho! Do
+ write directly, my dear counsellor, to your affectionate cousin. T.B.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P. S.—I had almost forgotten my usual budget. I enclose my last
+ from India. You will see by it that Harry is getting on famously. I am
+ more glad than I can tell you that my friend East has taken him as his
+ servant. He couldn't be under a better master. Poor Harry! I sometimes
+ think his case is more hopeless than my own. How is it to come right? or
+ mine?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <h3>ENGLEBOURN</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR COUSIN,—You will believe how I devoured your letter; though,
+ when I had read the first few lines and saw what was coming, it made me
+ stop and tremble. At first I could have cried over it for vexation; but,
+ now I have thought about it a little, I really do not see any reason to be
+ discouraged. At any rate, Uncle Robert now knows all about it, and will
+ get used to the idea, and Mary seems to have received you just as you
+ ought to have wished that she should. I am thankful that you have left off
+ pressing me to write to her about you, for I am sure that would not be
+ honorable; and, to reward you, I enclose a letter of hers, which came
+ yesterday. You will see that she speaks with such pleasure of having just
+ caught a glimpse of you that you need not regret the shortness of the
+ interview. You could not expect her to say more, because, after all, she
+ can only guess; and I cannot do more than answer as if I were quite
+ innocent too. I am sure you will be very thankful to me some day for not
+ having been your mouthpiece, as I was so very near being. You need not
+ return the letter. I suppose I am getting more hopeful as I grow
+ older—indeed, I am sure I am; for three or four years ago I should have
+ been in despair about you, and now I am nearly sure that all will come
+ right.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, indeed, cousin Tom, you cannot, or ought not to wonder at
+ Uncle Robert's objecting to your opinions. And then I am so surprised to
+ find you saying that you think you may very likely change them. Because,
+ if that is the case, it would be so much better if you would not write and
+ talk about them. Unless you are quite convinced of such things as you
+ write in that dreadful paper, you really ought not to go on writing them
+ so very much as if you believed them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And now I am speaking to you about this, which I have often had on
+ my mind to speak to you about, I must ask you not to send me that
+ <i>Wessex Freeman</i> any more. I am always delighted to hear what you
+ think; and there is a great deal in the articles you mark for me which
+ seems very fine; and I dare say you quite believe it all when you write
+ it. Only I am afraid lest papa or anyone of the servants should open the
+ papers, or get hold of them after I have opened them; for I am sure there
+ are a great many wicked things in the other parts of the paper. So, please
+ do not send it to me, but write and tell me yourself anything that you
+ wish me to know of what you are thinking about and doing. As I did not
+ like to burn the papers, and was afraid to keep them here, I have
+ generally sent them on to your friend Mr. Hardy. He does not know who
+ sends them; and now you might send them yourself straight to him, as I do
+ not know his address in the country. As you are going up again to keep a
+ term, I wish you would talk them over with him, and see what he thinks
+ about them. You will think this very odd of me, but you know you have
+ always said how much you rely on his judgment, and that you have learnt so
+ much from him. So I am sure you would wish to consult him; and, if he
+ thinks that you ought to go on writing, it will be a great help to you to
+ know it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am so very glad to be able to tell you how well Martha is getting
+ on. I have always read to her the extracts from the letters from India
+ which you have sent me, and she is very much obliged to you for sending
+ them. I think there is no doubt that she is, and always has been, attached
+ to poor widow Winburn's son, and, now that he is behaving so well, I can
+ see that it gives her great pleasure to hear about him. Only, I hope he
+ will be able to come back before very long, because she is very much
+ admired, and is likely to have so many chances of settling in life, that
+ it is a great chance whether attachment to him will be strong enough to
+ keep her single if he should be absent for many years.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you know I have a sort of superstition, that your fate hangs
+ upon theirs in some curious manner—the two stories have been so
+ interwoven—and that they will both be settled happily much sooner than we
+ dare to hope even just now.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't think, my dear cousin, that this letter is cold, or that I do
+ not take the very deepest interest in all that concerns you. You and Mary
+ are always in my thoughts, and there is nothing in the world I would not
+ do for you both which I thought would help you. I am sure it would do you
+ harm if I were only a go-between. Papa is much as usual. He gets out a
+ good deal in his chair in the sun this fine weather. He desires me to say
+ how glad he should be if you will come over soon and pay us a visit. I
+ hope you will come very soon.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ever believe me, dear Tom,</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Your affectionate cousin,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;KATIE.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;November.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR TOM,—I hear that what you in England call a mail is to leave
+ camp this evening; so, that you may have no excuse for not writing to me
+ constantly, I am sitting down to spin you such a yarn as I can under the
+ disadvantages circumstances in which this will leave me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This time last year, or somewhere thereabouts, I was enjoying
+ academic life with you at Oxford; and now here I am, encamped at some
+ unpronounceable place beyond Umbala. You won't be much the wiser for that.
+ What do you know about Umbala? I didn't myself know that there was such a
+ place till a month ago, when we were ordered to march up here. But one
+ lives and learns. Marching over India has its disagreeables, of which
+ dysentery and dust are about the worst. A lot of our fellows are down with
+ the former; amongst others my captain; so I am in command of the company.
+ If it were not for the glorious privilege of grumbling, I think that we
+ should all own that we liked the life. Moving about, though one does get
+ frozen and broiled regularly once in twenty-four hours, suits me; besides,
+ they talk of matters coming to a crisis, and no end of fighting to be done
+ directly. You'll know more about what's going on from the papers than we
+ do, but here they say the ball may begin any day; so we are making forced
+ marches to be up in time. I wonder how I shall like it. Perhaps, in my
+ next, I may tell you how a bullet sounds when it comes at you. If there is
+ any fighting, I expect our regiment will make their mark. We are in
+ tip-top order; the colonel is a grand fellow, and the regiment feels his
+ hand down to the youngest drummer boy. What a deal of good I will do when
+ I'm a colonel!
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I duly delivered the enclosure in your last to your convict, who is
+ rapidly ascending the ladder of promotion. I am disgusted at this myself,
+ for I have had to give him up, and there never was such a jewel of a
+ servant; but, of course, it's a great thing for him. He is covering
+ sergeant of my company, and the smartest coverer we have, too. I have got
+ a regular broth of a boy, an Irishman, in his place, who leads me a dog of
+ a life. I took him chiefly because he very nearly beat me in a foot-race.
+ Our senior major is a Pat himself, and, it seems, knew something of
+ Larry's powers. So, one day at mess, he offered to back him against anyone
+ in the regiment for 200 yards. My captain took him up and named me, and
+ the race came off next day; and a precious narrow thing it was, but I
+ managed to win by a neck for the honor of the old school. He is a lazy
+ scatter-brained creature, utterly indifferent to fact, and I am obliged to
+ keep the brandy flask under lock and key; but the humour and absolute
+ good-temper of the animal impose upon me, and I really think he is
+ attached to me. So I keep him on, grumbling horribly at the change from
+ that orderly, punctual, clean, accurate convict. Depend upon it, that
+ fellow will do. He makes his way everywhere, with officers and men. He is
+ a gentleman at heart, and, by the way, you would be surprised at the
+ improvement in his manners and speech. There is hardly a taste of
+ Berkshire left in his <i>deealect</i>. He has read all the books I could
+ lend him or borrow for him and is fast picking up Hindustanee. So you see,
+ after all, I am come round to your opinion that we did a good afternoon's
+ work on that precious stormy common when we carried off the convict from
+ the authorities of his native land, and was first under fire. As you are a
+ performer in that line, couldn't you carry off his sweetheart and send her
+ out here? After the sea voyage there isn't much above 1,000 miles to come
+ by dauk; and tell her, with my compliments, he is well worth coming twice
+ the distance for. Poor fellow! It is a bad lookout for him, I'm afraid, as
+ he may not get home this ten years; and, though he isn't a kind to be
+ easily lolled, there are serious odds against him, even if he keeps all
+ right. I almost wish you had never told me his story.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We are going into cantonments as soon as this expedition is over,
+ in a splendid pig district, and I look forward to some real sport. All the
+ men who have had any tell me it beats the best fox hunt all to fits for
+ excitement. I have got my eye on a famous native horse, who is to be had
+ cheap. The brute is in the habit of kneeling on his masters, and tearing
+ them with his teeth when he gets them off, but nothing can touch him while
+ you keep on his back. 'Howsumdever,' as your countrymen say, I shall have
+ a shy at him, if I can get him at my price.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've nothing more to say. There's nobody you knew here, except the
+ convict sergeant, and it is awfully hard to fill a letter home unless you
+ have somebody to talk about. Yes, by the way, there is one little fellow,
+ an ensign, just joined, who says he remembers us at school. He can't be
+ more than eighteen or nineteen, and was an urchin in the lower school, I
+ suppose, when we were leaving. I don't remember his face, but it's a very
+ good one, and he is a bright gentlemanly youngster as you would wish to
+ see. His name is Jones. Do you remember him? He will be a godsend to me. I
+ have him to chum with me on this march.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Keep up your letters as you love me. You at home little know what
+ it is to enjoy a letter. Never mind what you put in it; anything will do
+ from home, and I've nobody much else to write to me.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There goes the 'assembly.' Why, I can't think, seeing that we have
+ done our day's march. However, I must turn out and see what's up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <h3>* * * * * * * * * *</h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;December.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have just fallen on this letter, which I had quite forgotten, or,
+ rather, had fancied I had sent off to you three weeks and more ago. My
+ baggage has just come to hand, and the scrawl turned up in my paper cases.
+ Well, I have plenty to tell you now, at any rate, if I have time to tell
+ it. That 'assembly' which stopped me short sounded in consequence of the
+ arrival of one of the commander-in-chief's aides in our camp with the news
+ that the enemy was over the Sutlej. We were to march at once, with two
+ six-pounders and a squadron of cavalry, on a fort occupied by an outlying
+ lot of them which commanded a ford, and was to be taken and destroyed, and
+ the rascals who held it dispersed; after which we were to join the main
+ army. Our colonel had the command, so we were on the route within an hour,
+ leaving a company and the baggage to follow as it could; and from that
+ time to this, forced marching and hard fighting have been the order of the
+ day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We drew first blood next morning. The enemy were in some force
+ outside the fort, and showed fight in very rough ground covered with
+ bushes, out of which we had to drive them, which we did after a sharp
+ struggle, and the main body drew off altogether. Then the fort had to be
+ taken. Our two guns worked away at it till dark. In the night two of the
+ gunners, who volunteered for the service, crept close up to the place, and
+ reported that there was nothing to hinder our running right into it.
+ Accordingly the colonel resolved to rush it at daybreak, and my company
+ was told off to lead. The captain being absent, I had to command. I was
+ with the dear old chief the last thing at night, getting his instructions;
+ ten minutes with him before going into action would make a hare fight.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There was cover to within one hundred and fifty yards of the place;
+ and there I, and poor little Jones; and the men, spent the night in a dry
+ ditch. An hour before daybreak we were on the alert, and served out
+ rations, and then they began playing tricks on one another as if we were
+ out for a junketing. I sat with my watch in my hand, feeling queer, and
+ wondering whether I was a greater coward than the rest. Then came a streak
+ of light. I put up my watch, formed the men; up went a rocket, my signal,
+ and out into the open we went at the double. We hadn't got over a third of
+ the ground when bang went the fort guns, and the grape-shot were whistling
+ about our ears; so I shouted 'Forward!' and away we went as hard as we
+ could go. I was obliged to go ahead, you see, because every man of them
+ knew I had beaten Larry, their best runner, when he had no gun to carry;
+ but I didn't half like it, and should have blessed any hole or bramble
+ which would have sent me over and given them time to catch me. But the
+ ground was provokingly level; and so I was at the first mound and over it
+ several lengths in front of the men, and among a lot of black fellows
+ serving the guns. They came at me like wild cats, and how I got off is a
+ mystery. I parried a cut from one fellow, and dodged a second; a third
+ rushed at my left side. I just caught the flash of his tulwar, and thought
+ it was all up, when he jumped into the air, shot through the heart by
+ Sergeant Winburn; and the next moment Master Larry rushed by me and
+ plunged his bayonet into my friend in front. It turned me as sick as a
+ dog. I can't fancy anything more disagreeable than seeing the operation
+ for the first time, except being struck oneself. The supporting companies
+ were in in another minute, with the dear old chief himself, who came up
+ and shook hands with me, and said I had done credit to the regiment. Then
+ I began to look about, and missed poor little Jones. We found him about
+ twenty yards from the place with two grape-shot through him, stone dead,
+ and smiling like a child asleep. We buried him in the fort. I cut off some
+ of his hair, and sent it home to his mother. Her last letter was in his
+ breast pocket, and a lock of bright brown hair of some one's. I sent them
+ back, too, and his sword.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Since then we have been with the army, and had three or four
+ general actions; about which I can tell you nothing, except that we have
+ lost about the third of the regiment, and have always been told we have
+ won. Steps go fast enough; my captain died of wounds and dysentery a week
+ ago; so I have the company in earnest. How long I shall hold it, is
+ another question; for, though there's a slack, we haven't done with sharp
+ work yet, I can see.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How often we've talked, years ago, of what it must feel like going
+ into battle! Well, the chief thing I felt when the grape came down pretty
+ thick for the first time, as we were advancing, was a sort of gripes in
+ the stomach which made me want to go forward stooping. But I didn't give
+ in to it; the chief was riding close behind us, joking the youngsters who
+ were ducking their heads, and so cheery and cool, that he made old
+ soldiers of us at once. What with smoke, and dust, and excitement, you
+ know scarcely anything of what is going on. The finest sight I have seen
+ is the artillery going into action. Nothing stops those fellows. Places
+ you would crane at out hunting they go right over, guns, carriages, men,
+ and all, leaving any cavalry we've got out here well behind. Do you know
+ what a nullah is? Well, it's a great gap, like a huge dry canal, fifteen
+ or twenty feet deep. We were halted behind one in the last great fight,
+ awaiting the order to advance, when a battery came up at full gallop. We
+ all made sure they must be pulled up the nullah. They never pulled bridle.
+ 'Leading gun, right turn!' sang out the subaltern; and down they went
+ sideways into the nullah. Then, 'Left turn;' up the other bank, one gun
+ after another, the horses scrambling like cats up and down places that my
+ men had to use their hands to scramble up, and away on the other side to
+ within 200 yards of the enemy; and then, round like lightning, and look
+ out in front.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Altogether, it's sickening work, though there's a grand sort of
+ feeling of carrying your life in your hand. They say the Sepoy regiments
+ have behaved shamefully. There is no sign of anything like funk among our
+ fellows that I have seen. Sergeant Winburn has distinguished himself
+ everywhere. He is like my shadow, and I can see he tries to watch over my
+ precious carcase, and get between me and danger. He would be a deal more
+ missed in the world than I. Except you, old friend, I don't know who would
+ care much if I were knocked over to-morrow. Aunts and cousins are my
+ nearest relations. You know I never was a snuffler; but this sort of life
+ makes one serious, if one has any reverence at all in one. You'll be glad
+ to have this line, if you don't hear from me again. I've often thought in
+ the last month that we shall never see one another again in this world.
+ But, whether in this world or any other, you know I am and always shall
+ be,
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Your affectionate friend,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;H. EAST.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>CAMP OF THE SUTLEJ, January.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR MASTER TOM;—The captain's last words was, if anything happened
+ I was to be sure to write and tell you. And so I take up my pen, though
+ you will know as I am not used to writing, to tell you the misfortune as
+ has happened to our regiment. Because, if you was to ask any man in our
+ regiment, let it be who it would, he would say as the captain was the best
+ officer as ever led men. Not but what there's a many of them as will go to
+ the front as brave as lions, and don't value shot no more than if it was
+ rotten apples; and men as is men will go after such. But 'tis the
+ captain's manners and ways, with a kind word for any poor fellow as is
+ hurt, or sick and tired, and making no account of hisself, and, as you may
+ say, no bounce with him; that's what makes the difference.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;As it might be last Saturday, we came upon the enemy where he was
+ posted very strong, with guns all along his front, and served till we got
+ right up to them, the runners being cut down and bayoneted when we got
+ right up amongst them, and no quarter given; and there was great banks of
+ earth, too, to clamber over, and more guns behind; so, with the marching
+ up in front and losing so many officers and men, our regiment was that
+ wild when we got amongst them, that 'twas awful to see, and, if there was
+ any prisoners taken, it was more by mistake than not.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Me and three or four more settled, when the word came to prepare
+ for action, to keep with the captain, because 'twas known to everyone as
+ no odds would stop him, and he would never mind hisself. The dust and
+ smoke and noise was that thick you couldn't see nor hear anything after
+ our regiment was in action; but, so far as I seen, when we was wheeled
+ into line and got the word to advance, there was as it might be as far as
+ from our old cottage to the Hawk's Lynch to go over before we got to the
+ guns which was playing into us all the way. Our line went up very steady,
+ only where men was knocked down; and, when we came to within a matter of
+ sixty yards, the officers jumped out and waved their swords, for 'twas no
+ use to give words, and the ranks was broken by reason of the running up to
+ take the guns from the enemy. Me and the rest went after the captain; but
+ he, being so light of foot, was first by maybe ten yards or so, at the
+ mound, and so up before we was by him. But, though they was all round him
+ like bees when we got to him, 'twas not then as he was hit. There was more
+ guns further on, and we and they drove on all together; and, though they
+ was beaten, being fine tall men and desperate, there was many of them
+ fighting hard, and, as you might say, a man scarcely knowed how he got
+ hit. I kept to the captain as close as ever I could, but there was times
+ when I had to mind myself. Just as we came to the last gun's, Larry,
+ that's the captain's servant, was trying by hisself to turn one of them
+ round, so as to fire on the enemy as they took the river to the back of
+ their lines all in a huddle. So I turned to lend him a hand; and, when I
+ looked round next moment, there was the captain a-staggering like a
+ drunken man, and he so strong and lissom up to then, and never had a
+ scratch since the war begun, and this the last minute of it pretty nigh,
+ for the enemy was all cut to pieces and drowned that day. I got to him
+ before he fell, and we laid him down gently, and did the best we could for
+ him. But he was bleeding dreadful with a great gash in his side, and his
+ arm broke, and two gunshot wounds. Our surgeon was killed, and 'twas hours
+ before his wounds was dressed, and 'twill be God's mercy if ever he gets
+ round; though they do say if the fever and dysentery keeps off, and he can
+ get out of this country and home, there's no knowing but that he may get
+ the better of it all, but not to serve with the regiment again for years
+ to come.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I hope, Master Tom, as I've told you all the captain would like as
+ you should know; only, being not much used to writing, I hope you will
+ excuse mistakes. And, if so be that it won't be too much troubling of you,
+ and the captain should go home, and you could write to say as things was
+ going on at home as before, which the captain always gave to me to read
+ when the mail come in, it would be a great help towards keeping up a good
+ heart and in a foreign land, which is hard at times to do. There is some
+ things which I make bold to send by a comrade going home sick. I don't
+ know as they will seem much, but I hope as you will accept of the sword,
+ which belonged to one of her officers, and the rest to her. Also, on
+ account of what was in the last piece as you forwarded, I send a letter to
+ go along with the things, if Miss Winter, who have been so kind, or you
+ would deliver the same. To whom I make bold to send my respects as well as
+ to yourself, and hoping this will find you well and all friends.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;From your respectful,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;HENRY WINBURN,</h3>
+ <p>&ldquo;Colour-sergeant. 101st Regiment.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;March.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My DEAR TOM;—I begin to think I may see you again yet, but it has
+ been a near shave. I hope Sergeant Winburn's letter, and the returns, in
+ which I see I was put down &ldquo;dangerously wounded,&rdquo; will not
+ have frightened you very much. The war is over; and, if I live to get down
+ to Calcutta you will see me in the summer, please God. The end was like
+ the beginning—going right up to the guns. Our regiment is frightfully cut
+ up; there are only 300 men left under arms—the rest dead or in hospital. I
+ am sick at heart at it, and weak in body, and can only write a few lines
+ at a time, but will get on with this as I can, in time for next mail.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Since beginning this letter I have had another relapse. So, in case
+ I should never finish it, I will say at once what I most want to say.
+ Winburn has saved my life more than once, and is besides one of the
+ noblest and bravest fellows in the world; so I mean to provide for him in
+ case anything should happen to me. I have made a will, and appointed you
+ my executor, and left him a legacy. You must buy his discharge, and get
+ him home and married to the Englebourn beauty as soon as possible. But
+ what I want you to understand is, that if the legacy isn't enough to do
+ this, and make all straight with her old curmudgeon of a father, it is my
+ first wish that whatever will do it should be made up to him. He has been
+ in hospital with a bad flesh wound, and has let out to me the whole of his
+ story, of which you had only given me the heads. If that young women does
+ not wait for him, and book him, I shall give up all faith in petticoats.
+ Now that's done I feel more at ease.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let me see. I haven't written for six weeks and more, just before
+ our last great fight. You'll know all about it from the papers long before
+ you get this—a bloody business; I am loath to think of it. I was knocked
+ over in the last of their entrenchments, and should then and there have
+ bled to death had it not been for Winburn. He never left me, though the
+ killing, and plundering, and roystering afterwards was going on all
+ around, and strong temptation to a fellow when his blood is up, and he
+ sees his comrades at it, after such work as we have had. What's more he
+ caught my Irish fellow and made him stay by me too, and between them they
+ managed to prop me up and stop the bleeding, though it was touch and go. I
+ never thought they would manage it. You can't think what a curious feeling
+ it is, the life going out of you. I was perfectly conscious, and knew all
+ they were doing and saying, and thought quite clearly, though in a sort of
+ dreamy way, about you, and a whole jumble of people and things at home. It
+ was the most curious painless mixture of dream and life, getting more
+ dreamy every minute. I don't suppose I could have opened my eyes or
+ spoken; at any rate I had no wish to do so, and didn't try. Several times
+ the thought of death came close to me; and, whether it was the odd state I
+ was in, or what else I don't know, but the only feeling I had, was one of
+ intense curiosity. I should think I must have lain there, with Winburn
+ supporting my head, and moistening my lips with rum-and-water, for four or
+ five hours, before a doctor could be got. He had managed to drive Larry
+ about till he had found, or borrowed, or stolen the drink, and then kept
+ him making short cruises in search of help in the shape of hospital-staff,
+ ambulances, or doctors, from which Master Larry always came back without
+ the slightest success. My belief is, he employed those precious minutes,
+ when he was from under his sergeant's eye, in looting. At last, Winburn
+ got impatient, and I heard him telling Larry what he was to do while he
+ was gone himself to find a doctor; and then I was moved as gently as if I
+ had been a sick girl. I heard him go off with a limp, but did not know
+ till long after of his wound.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Larry had made such a wailing and to-do when they first found me,
+ that a natural reaction now set in, and he began gently and tenderly to
+ run over in his mind what could be made out of 'the captin,' and what
+ would become of his things. I found out this, partly through his habit of
+ talking to himself, and partly from the precaution which he took of
+ ascertaining where my watch and purse were, and what else I had upon me.
+ It tickled me immensely to hear him. Presently I found he was examining my
+ boots, which he pronounced 'iligant entirely,' and wondered whether he
+ could get them on. The 'serjint' would never want them. And he then
+ proceeded to assert, while <i>he</i> actually began unlacing them, that
+ the 'captin' would never have '<i>bet him</i>' but for the boots which
+ 'was worth ten feet in a furlong to any man.' 'Shure, 'tis too late now;
+ but wouldn't I like to run him agin with bare feet?' I couldn't stand
+ that, and just opened my eyes a little, and moved my hand, and said,
+ 'Done.' I wanted to add, 'you rascal,' but that was too much for me.
+ Larry's face of horror, which I just caught through my half-opened eyes,
+ would have made me roar, if I had had strength for it. I believe the
+ resolution I made that he should never go about in my boots helped to pull
+ me through; but, as soon as Winburn came back with the doctor, Master
+ Larry departed, and I much doubt whether I shall ever set eyes on him
+ again in the flesh. Not if he can help it, certainly. The regiment, what's
+ left of it, is away in the Punjaub, and he with it. Winburn, as I told
+ you, is hard hit, but no danger. I have great hopes that he will be
+ invalided. You may depend upon it he will escort me home, if any interest
+ of mine can manage it; and the dear old chief is so kind to me that I
+ think he will arrange it somehow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I must be wonderfully better to have spun such a yarn. Writing
+ those first ten lines nearly finished me, a week ago, and now I am
+ scarcely tired after all this scrawl. If that rascal, Larry, escapes
+ hanging another year, and comes back home, I will run him <i>yet</i>, and
+ thrash his head off.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There is something marvelously life-giving in the idea of sailing
+ for old England again; and I mean to make a strong fight for seeing you
+ again, old boy. God bless you. Write again for the chance, directing to my
+ agents at Calcutta as before.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ever your half-alive, but whole-hearted and affectionate friend,
+ </p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;H. EAST&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0046"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLV—MASTER'S TERM</h2>
+ <p>
+ One more look into the old college where we have spent so much time
+ already, not, I hope, altogether unpleasantly. Our hero is up in the
+ summer term, keeping his three weeks' residence, the necessary preliminary
+ to an M. A. degree. We find him sitting in Hardy's rooms; tea is over,
+ scouts out of college, candles lighted, and silence reigning, except when
+ distant sounds of mirth come from some undergraduates' rooms on the
+ opposite side of quad, through the open windows.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy is deep in the budget of Indian letters, some of which we have read
+ in the last chapter; and Tom reads them over again as his friend finishes
+ them, and then carefully folds them up and puts them back in their places
+ in a large pocket-case. Except for an occasional explanatory remark, or
+ exclamation of interest, no word passes until Hardy finishes the last
+ letter. Then he breaks out into praises of the two Harrys, which gladdens
+ Tom's heart as he fastens the case, and puts it back in his pocket,
+ saying, &ldquo;Yes, you won't find two finer fellows in a long summer's
+ day; no, nor in twenty.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you expect them home, then, in a week or two?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I think so. Just about the time I shall be going down.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't talk about going down. You haven't been here a week.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Just a week. One out of three. Three weeks wasted in keeping one's
+ Master's term! Why can't you give a fellow his degree quietly, without
+ making him come and kick his heels here for three weeks?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You ungrateful dog! Do you mean to say you haven't enjoyed coming
+ back, and sitting in dignity in the bachelors' seats in chapel, and at the
+ bachelors' table in hall, and thinking how much wiser you are than the
+ undergraduates? Besides, your old friends want to see you, and you ought
+ to want to see them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I am very glad to see something of you again, old fellow. I
+ don't find that a year's absence has made any change in you. But who else
+ is there that I care to see? My old friends are gone, and the year has
+ made a great gap between me and the youngsters. They look on me as a sort
+ of don.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course they do. Why, you are a sort of don. You will be an M. A.
+ in a fortnight, and a member of Convocation.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very likely; but I don't appreciate the dignity. I can tell you
+ being up here now is anything but enjoyable. You have never broken with
+ the place. And then, you always did your duty, and have done the college
+ credit. You can't enter into the feelings of a fellow whose connexion with
+ Oxford has been quite broken off, and who wasted three parts of his time
+ here, when he comes back to keep his Master's.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, come, Tom. You might have read more certainly, with benefit
+ to yourself and college, and taken a higher degree. But, after all, didn't
+ the place do you a great deal of good? and you didn't do it much harm. I
+ don't like to see you in this sort of gloomy state; it isn't natural to
+ you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is becoming natural. You haven't seen much of me during the last
+ year, or you would have remarked it. And then, as I tell you, Oxford, when
+ one has nothing to do in it but to moon about, thinking over one's past
+ follies and sins, isn't cheerful. It never was a very cheerful place to me
+ at the best of times.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not even at pulling times?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, the river is the part I like best to think of. But even the
+ river makes me rather melancholy now. One feels one has done with
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Tom, I believe your melancholy comes from their not having
+ asked you to pull in the boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps it does. Don't you call it degrading to be pulling in the
+ torpid in one's old age?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Mortified vanity, man! They have a capital boat. I wonder how we
+ should have liked to have been turned out for some bachelor just because
+ he had pulled a good oar in his day?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not at all. I don't blame the young ones, and I hope to do my duty
+ in the torpid. By the way, they are an uncommonly nice set of youngsters.
+ Much better behaved in every way than we were, unless it is that they put
+ on their best manners before me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I don't think they do. The fact is they are really fine young
+ fellows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I think. And I'll tell you what, Jack; since we are sitting and
+ talking our minds to one another at last, like old times, somebody has
+ made the most wonderful change in this college. I rather think it is
+ seeing what St. Ambrose's is now, and thinking what it was in my time, and
+ what an uncommon member of society I should have turned out if I had had
+ the luck to have been here now instead of then, that makes me down in the
+ mouth—more even than having to pull in the torpid instead of the racing
+ boat.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You do think it is improved, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Think! Why it is a different place altogether; and, as you are the
+ only new tutor, it must have been your doing. Now I want to know your
+ secret.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've no secret, except taking a real interest in all that the men
+ do, and living with them as much as I can. You may fancy it isn't much of
+ a trial to me to steer the boat down or run on the bank and coach the
+ crew.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! I remember you were beginning that before I left, in your first
+ year. I knew that would answer.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. The fact is, I find that just what I like best is the very
+ best thing for the men. With very few exceptions they are all glad to be
+ stirred up, and meet me nearly halfway in reading, and three-quarters in
+ everything else. I believe they would make me captain to-morrow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And why don't you let them?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No; there's a time for everything. I go in in the scratch fours for
+ the pewters, and—more by token—my crew won them two years running. Look at
+ my trophies,&rdquo; and he pointed to two pewter pots, engraved with the
+ college arms, which stood on his side-board.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I dare say you're right. But what does the president
+ say?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he is a convert. Didn't you see him on the bank when you
+ torpids made your bump the other night?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, you don't mean it? Well, do you know, a sort of vision of black
+ tights, and a broad-brimmed hat, crossed me, but I never gave it a second
+ thought. And so the president comes out to see the St. Ambrose boat
+ row?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Seldom misses two nights running.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then, 'carry me out, and bury me decently'. Have you seen old Tom
+ walking around Peckwater lately on his clapper, smoking a cigar with the
+ Dean of Christ Church? Don't be afraid. I am ready for anything you like
+ to tell me. Draw any amount you like on my faith; I shall honor the draft
+ after that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The president isn't a bad judge of an oar, when he sets his mind to
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Isn't he? But, I say, Jack—no sell—how in the world did it
+ happen?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I believe it happened chiefly through his talks with me. When I was
+ first made tutor he sent for me and told me he had heard I encouraged the
+ young men in boating, and he must positively forbid it. I didn't care much
+ about staying up; so I was pretty plain with him, and said, 'if I was not
+ allowed to take the line I thought best in such matters, I must resign at
+ the end of the term.' He assented, but afterwards thought better of it,
+ and sent for me again, and we had several encounters. I took my ground
+ very civilly but firmly, and he had to give up one objection after
+ another. I think the turning point was when he quoted St. Paul on me, and
+ said I was teaching boys to worship physical strength, instead of teaching
+ them to keep under their bodies and bring them into subjection. Of course
+ I countered him there with tremendous effect. The old boy took it very
+ well, only saying he feared it was no use to argue further—in this matter
+ of boat-racing he had come to a conclusion, not without serious thought,
+ many years before. However, he came round quietly. And so he has on other
+ points. In fact, he is a wonderfully open-minded man for his age, if you
+ only put things to him the right way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Has he come round about gentlemen-commoners? I see you have only
+ two or three up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. We haven't given up taking them altogether. I hope that may
+ come soon. But I and another tutor took to plucking them ruthlessly at
+ matriculation, unless they were quite up to the commoner standard. The
+ consequence was, a row in common room. We stood out, and won. Luckily, as
+ you know, it has always been given out here that all under-graduates,
+ gentlemen-commoners and commoners, have to pass the same college
+ examinations, and to attend the same course of lectures. You know also
+ what a mere sham and pretence the rule had become. Well, we simply made a
+ reality of it, and in answer to all objectors said, 'Is it our rule or
+ not? If it is, we are bound to act on it. If you want to alter it, there
+ are the regular ways of doing so.' After a little grumbling they let us
+ have our way, and the consequence is, that velvet is getting scarce at St.
+ Ambrose.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a blessing! What other miracles have you been
+ performing?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The best reform we have carried is throwing the kitchen and cellar
+ open to the undergraduates.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;W-h-e-w! That's just the sort of reform we should have appreciated.
+ Fancy Drysdale's lot with the key of the college cellars, at about ten
+ o'clock on a shiny night.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't quite understand the reform. You remember, when you were
+ an undergraduate you couldn't give a dinner in college, and you had to buy
+ your wine anywhere?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. And awful firewater we used to get. The governor supplied me,
+ like a wise man.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, we have placed the college in the relation of benevolent
+ father. Every undergraduate now can give two dinners a term in his own
+ rooms, from the kitchen; or more, if he comes and asks, and has any reason
+ to give. We take care that they have a good dinner at a reasonable rate,
+ and the men are delighted with the arrangement. I don't believe there are
+ three men in the college now who have hotel bills. And we let them have
+ all their wine out of the college cellars.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's what I call good common sense. Of course it must answer in
+ every way. And you find they all come to you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Almost all. They can't get anything like the wine we give them at
+ the price, and they know it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Do you make them pay ready money?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The dinners and wine are charged in their battel bills; so they
+ have to pay once a term, just as they do for their orders at
+ commons.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It must swell their battel bills awfully.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but battel bills always come in at the beginning of term when
+ they are flush of money. Besides, they all know that battel bills must be
+ paid. In a small way it is the best thing that ever was done for St.
+ Ambrose's. You see it cuts so many ways. Keeps men in the college, knocks
+ off the most objectionable bills at inns and pastry-cooks', keeps them
+ from being poisoned, makes them pay their bills regularly, shows them that
+ we like them to be able to live like gentlemen—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And lets you dons know what they are all about, and how much they
+ spend in the way of entertaining.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and a very good thing for them too. They know that we shall
+ not interfere while they behave like gentlemen.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, I'm not objecting. And was this your doing, too?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, a joint business. We hatched it in the common room, and then
+ the bursar spoke to the president, who was furious, and said we were
+ giving the sanction of the college to disgraceful luxury and extravagance.
+ Luckily he had not the power of stopping us, and now is convinced.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The goddess of common sense seems to have alighted again in the
+ quad of St. Ambrose. You'll never leave the place, Jack, now you're
+ beginning to get everything your own way.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On the contrary, I don't mean to stop up more than another year at
+ the outside. I have been tutor nearly three years now; that's about long
+ enough.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do you think you're right? You seem to have hit on your line in
+ life wonderfully. You like the work and the work likes you. You are doing
+ a heap of good up here. You'll be president in a year or two, depend on
+ it. I should say you had better stick to Oxford.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No. I should be of no use in a year or two. We want a constant
+ current of fresh blood here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In a general way. But you don't get a man every day who can throw
+ himself into the men's pursuits, and can get hold of them in the right
+ way. And then, after all, when a fellow has got such work cut out for him
+ as you have, Oxford must be an uncommonly pleasant place to live
+ in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pleasant enough in many ways. But you seem to have forgotten how
+ you used to rail against it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. Because I never hit off the right ways of the place. But if I
+ had taken a first and got a fellowship, I should like it well enough I
+ dare say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Being a fellow, on the contrary, makes it worse. While one was an
+ undergraduate, one could feel virtuous and indignant at the vices of
+ Oxford, at least at those which one did not indulge in, particularly at
+ the flunkeyism and money-worship which are our most prevalent and
+ disgraceful sins. But when one is a fellow it is quite another affair.
+ They become a sore burthen then, enough to break one's heart.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, Jack, we're changing characters to-night. Fancy your coming
+ out in the abusive line! Why I never said harder things of Alma Mater
+ myself. However, there's plenty of flunkeyism and money-worship everywhere
+ else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but it is not so heart-breaking in other places. When one
+ thinks what a great centre of learning and faith Oxford ought to be
+ like—that its highest educational work should just be the deliverance of
+ us all from flunkeyism and money-worship—and then looks at matters here
+ without rose-colored spectacles, it gives one sometimes a sort of chilly
+ leaden despondency, which is very hard to struggle against.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am sorry to hear you talk like that, Jack, for one can't help
+ loving the place after all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I do, God knows. If I didn't I shouldn't care for its
+ shortcomings.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, the flunkeyism and money-worship were bad enough, but I don't
+ think they were the worst things—at least not in my day. Our neglects were
+ almost worse than our worships.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You mean the want of all reverence for parents? Well, perhaps that
+ lies at the root of the false worships. They spring up on the vacant
+ soil.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And the want of reverence for women, Jack. The worst of all, to my
+ mind!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Perhaps you are right. But we are not at the bottom yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I mean that we must worship God before we can reverence parents or
+ women, or root out flunkeyism and money-worship.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. But, after all, can we fairly lay that sin on Oxford? Surely,
+ whatever may be growing up side by side with it, there's more Christianity
+ here than almost anywhere else.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Plenty of common-room Christianity—belief in a dead God. There, I
+ have never said it to anyone but you, but that is the slough we have to
+ get out of. Don't think that I despair for us. We shall do it yet; but it
+ will be sore work, stripping off the comfortable wine-party religion in
+ which we are wrapped up—work for our strongest and our wisest.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And yet you think of leaving?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There are other reasons. I will tell you some day. But now, to turn
+ to other matters, how have you been getting on this last year? You write
+ so seldom that I am all behind-hand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, much the same as usual.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then you are still like one of those who went out to David?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No, I'm not in debt.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But discontented?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pretty much like you there, Jack. However, content is no virtue,
+ that I can see, while there's anything to mend. Who is going to be
+ contented with game-preserving, and corn-laws, and grinding the faces of
+ the poor? David's camp was a better place than Saul's, any day.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Hardy got up, opened a drawer, and took out a bundle of papers, which Tom
+ recognized as the <i>Wessex Freeman</i>. He felt rather uncomfortable, as
+ his friend seated himself again, and began looking them over.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You see what I have here,&rdquo; he said.</p>
+ <p>Tom nodded.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there are some of the articles I should like to ask you
+ about, if you don't object.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; go on.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here is one, then, to begin with. I won't read it all. Let me see;
+ here is what I was looking for,&rdquo; and he began reading; &ldquo;One
+ would think, to hear these landlords, our rulers, talk, that the glorious
+ green fields, the deep woods the everlasting hills, and the rivers that
+ run among them, were made for the sole purpose of ministering to their
+ greedy lusts and mean ambitions; that they may roll out amongst
+ unrealities their pitiful mock lives, from their silk and lace cradles to
+ their spangled coffins, studded with silver knobs, and lying coats of
+ arms, reaping where they have not sown, and gathering where they have not
+ strewed, making the omer small and the ephah great, that they may sell the
+ refuse of the wheat—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;That'll do, Jack; but what's the date of that paper?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;July last. Is it yours, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. And I allow it's too strong and one-sided. I have given up
+ writing altogether; will that satisfy you? I don't see my own way clear
+ enough yet. But, for all that, I'm not ashamed of what I wrote in that
+ paper.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I have nothing more to say after that, except that I'm heartily
+ glad you have given up writing for the present.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I say, old fellow, how did you get these papers, and know about
+ my articles?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They were sent me. Shall I burn them now or would you like to have
+ them? We needn't say anything more about them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Burn them by all means. I suppose a friend sent them to you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose so.&rdquo; Hardy went on burning the papers in silence;
+ and as Tom watched him, a sudden light seemed to break upon him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Jack,&rdquo; he said presently, &ldquo;a little bird has
+ been whispering something to me about that friend.&rdquo; Hardy winched a
+ little, and redoubled his diligence in burning the papers. Tom looked on
+ smiling, and thinking how to go on, now that he had so unexpectedly turned
+ the tables on his monitor, when the clock struck twelve.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hullo!&rdquo; he said, getting up; &ldquo;time for me to knock out,
+ or old Copas will be in bed. To go back to where we started from
+ to-night—as soon as East and Harry Winburn get back we shall have some
+ jolly doings at Englebourn. There'll be a wedding, I hope, and you'll come
+ over and do parson for us, won't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You mean for Patty? Of course I will.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The little bird whispered to me that you wouldn't dislike visiting
+ that part of the old county. Good night, Jack. I wish you success, old
+ fellow, with all my heart, and I hope after all that you may leave St.
+ Ambrose's within the year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0047"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLVI—FROM INDIA TO ENGLEBOURN</h2>
+ <p>
+ If a knowledge of contemporary history must be reckoned as an important
+ element in the civilization of any people, then I am afraid that the good
+ folk of Englebourn must have been content, in the days of our story, with
+ a very low place on the ladder. How, indeed, was knowledge to percolate,
+ so as to reach down to the foundations of Englebournian society—the
+ stratum on which all others rest—the common agricultural labourer,
+ producer of corn and other grain, the careful and stolid nurse and
+ guardian of youthful oxen, sheep and pigs, many of them far better fed and
+ housed than his own children? All-penetrating as she is, one cannot help
+ wondering that she did not give up Englebourn altogether as a hopeless
+ job.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So far as written periodical instruction is concerned (with the exception
+ of the <i>Quarterly</i>, which Dr. Winter had taken in from its
+ commencement, but rarely opened), the supply was limited to at most half a
+ dozen weekly papers. A London journal, sound in Church and State
+ principles, most respectable but not otherwise than heavy, came every
+ Saturday to the rectory. The Conservative county paper was taken in at the
+ Red Lion; and David the constable, and the blacksmith, clubbed together to
+ purchase the Liberal paper, by help of which they managed to wage unequal
+ war with the knot of village quidnuncs, who assembled almost nightly at
+ the bar of the Tory beast above referred to—that king of beasts, red
+ indeed in colour but of the truest blue in political principle. Besides
+ these, perhaps three or four more papers were taken by the farmers. But,
+ scanty as the food was, it was quite enough for the mouths; indeed, when
+ the papers once passed out of the parlours, they had for the most part
+ performed their mission. Few of the farm-servants, male or female, had
+ curiosity or scholarship enough to spell through the dreary columns.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And oral teaching was not much more plentiful, as how was it likely to be?
+ Englebourn was situated on no trunk road, and the amount of intercourse
+ between it and the rest of the world was of the most limited kind. The
+ rector never left home; the curate at rare intervals. Most of the farmers
+ went to market once a week and dined at their ordinary, discussing county
+ politics according to their manner, but bringing home little, except as
+ much food and drink as they could cleverly carry. The carrier went to and
+ from Newbury once a week; but he was a silent man, chiefly bent on
+ collecting and selling butter. The postman, who was deaf, only went as far
+ as the next village. The waggoners drove their masters' produce to market
+ from time to time, and boozed away an hour or two in the kitchen, or tap,
+ or skittle-alley, of some small public-house in the nearest town, while
+ their horses rested. With the above exceptions, probably not one of the
+ villagers strayed ten miles from home, from year's end to year's end. As
+ to visitors, an occasional peddler or small commercial traveller turned up
+ about once a quarter. A few boys and girls, more enterprising than their
+ fellows, went out altogether into the world, of their own accord, in the
+ course of the year; and an occasional burly ploughboy, or carter's boy,
+ was entrapped into taking the Queen's shilling by some subtle recruiting
+ sergeant. But few of these were seen again, except at long intervals. The
+ yearly village feasts, harvest homes, or a meet of the hounds on
+ Englebourn Common, were the most exciting events which in an ordinary way
+ stirred the surface of Englebourn life; only faintest and most distant
+ murmurs of the din and strife of the great outer world, of wars, and
+ rumors of wars, the fall of governments, and the throes of nations,
+ reached that primitive, out-of-the-way little village.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A change was already showing itself since Miss Winter had been old enough
+ to look after the schools. The waters were beginning to stir; and by this
+ time, no doubt, the parish boasts a regular book-hawker and reading-room;
+ but at that day Englebourn was like one of those small ponds you may find
+ in some nook of a hill-side, the banks grown over with underwood, to which
+ neither man nor beast, scarcely the winds of heaven, have any access. When
+ you have found such a pond, you may create a great excitement amongst the
+ easy-going newts and frogs who inhabit it, by throwing in a pebble. The
+ splash in itself is a small splash enough, and the waves which circle away
+ from it are very tiny waves, but they move over the whole face of the
+ pond, and are of more interest to the frogs than a nor'-wester in the
+ Atlantic.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So the approaching return of Harry Winburn, and the story of his doings at
+ the wars, and of the wonderful things he had sent home, stirred Englebourn
+ to its depth. In that small corner of the earth, the sergeant was of far
+ more importance than governor-general and commander-in-chief. In fact, it
+ was probably the common belief that he was somehow the head of the whole
+ business; and India, the war, and all that hung thereon, were looked at
+ and cared for only as they had served to bring him out. So careless were
+ the good folk about everything in the matter except their own hero, and so
+ wonderful were the romances which soon got abroad about him, that Miss
+ Winter, tired of explaining again and again to the old women without the
+ slightest effect on the parochial faith, bethought her of having a lecture
+ on the subject of India and the war in the parish schoolroom.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Full of this idea, she wrote off to Tom, who was the medium of
+ communication on Indian matters, and propounded it to him. The difficulty
+ was, that Mr. Walker, the curate, the only person competent to give it,
+ was going away directly for a three weeks' holiday, having arranged with
+ two neighbouring curates to take his Sunday duty for him. What was to be
+ done? Harry might be back any day, it seemed; so there was no time to be
+ lost. Could Tom come himself, and help her?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom could not, but he wrote back to say that his friend Hardy was just
+ getting away from Oxford for the long vacation, and would gladly take Mr.
+ Walker's duty for the three weeks, if Dr. Winter approved, on his way
+ home; by which Englebourn would not be without an efficient parson on
+ week-days, and she would have the man of all others to help her in
+ utilizing the sergeant's history for the instruction of the bucolic mind.
+ The arrangement, moreover, would be particularly happy, because Hardy had
+ already promised to perform the marriage ceremony, which Tom and she had
+ settled would take place at the earliest possible moment after the return
+ of the Indian heroes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Dr. Winter was very glad to accept the offer; and so, when they parted at
+ Oxford, Hardy went to Englebourn, where we must leave him for the present.
+ Tom went home—whence, in a few days, he had to hurry down to Southampton
+ to meet the two Harrys. He was much shocked at first to see the state of
+ his old school-fellow. East looked haggard and pale in the face,
+ notwithstanding the sea voyage. His clothes hung on him as if they had
+ been made for a man of twice his size, and he walked with difficulty by
+ the help of a large stick. But he had lost none of his indomitableness,
+ laughed at Tom's long face, and declared that he felt himself getting
+ better and stronger every day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;If you had only seen me at Calcutta,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;you
+ would sing a different song. Eh, Winburn?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Harry Winburn was much changed, and had acquired all the composed and
+ self-reliant look which is so remarkable in a good non-commissioned
+ officer. Readiness to obey and command was stamped on every line of his
+ face; but it required all his powers of self-restraint to keep within
+ bounds his delight at getting home again. His wound was quite healed, and
+ his health re-established by the voyage; and, when Tom saw how wonderfully
+ his manners and carriage were improved, and how easily his uniform sat on
+ him, he felt quite sure that all would soon be right at Englebourn, and
+ that Katie and he would be justified in their prophecies and preparations.
+ The invalids had to report themselves in London, and thither the three
+ proceeded together. When this was done, Harry Winburn was sent off at
+ once. He resisted at first, and begged to be allowed to stay with his
+ captain until the captain could go to Berkshire himself. But he was by
+ this time too much accustomed to discipline not to obey a positive order,
+ and was comforted by Tom's assurance that he would not leave East, and
+ would do everything for him which the sergeant had been accustomed to do.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Three days later, as East and Tom were sitting at breakfast, a short note
+ came from Miss Winter, telling of Harry's arrival—how the bells were set
+ ringing to welcome him; how Mr. Hardy had preached the most wonderful
+ sermon on his story the next day; above all, how Patty had surrendered at
+ discretion, and the banns had been called for the first time. So the
+ sooner they would come down the better—as it was very important that no
+ time should be lost, lest some of the old jealousies and quarrels should
+ break out again. Upon reading and considering which letter, East resolved
+ to start for Englebourn at once, and Tom to accompany him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There was one person to whom Harry's return and approaching wedding was a
+ subject of unmixed joy and triumph, and that was David the constable. He
+ had always been a sincere friend to Harry, and had stood up for him when
+ all the parish respectabilities had turned against him, and had prophesied
+ that he would live to be a credit to the place. So now David felt himself
+ an inch higher as he saw Harry walking about in his uniform with his
+ sweetheart, the admiration of all Englebourn. But, besides all the
+ unselfish pleasure which David enjoyed on his young friend's account, a
+ little piece of private and personal gratification came to him on his own.
+ Ever since Harry's courtship had begun, David had felt himself in a false
+ position towards, and had suffered under, old Simon, the rector's
+ gardener. The necessity for keeping the old man in good humor for Harry's
+ sake had always been present to the constable's mind; and for the
+ privilege of putting in a good word for his favorite now and then, he had
+ allowed old Simon to assume an air of superiority over him, and to trample
+ upon him and dogmatize to him, even in the matters of flowers and bees.
+ This had been the more galling to David on account of old Simon's
+ intolerant Toryism, which the constable's soul rebelled against, except in
+ the matter of Church music. On this point they agreed, but even here Simon
+ managed to be unpleasant. He would lay the whole blame of the changes
+ which had been effected upon David, accusing him of having given in where
+ there was no need. As there was nothing but a wall between the Rectory
+ garden and David's little strip of ground, in which he spent all his
+ leisure time until the shades of evening summoned him to the bar of the
+ Red Lion for his daily pint and pipe, the two were constantly within
+ hearing of one another, and Simon, in times past, had seldom neglected an
+ opportunity of making himself disagreeable to his long-suffering
+ neighbour.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ But now David was a free man again; and he took the earliest occasion of
+ making the change in his manner apparent to Simon, and of getting, as he
+ called it, &ldquo;upsides&rdquo; with him. One would have thought, to look
+ at him, that the old gardener was as pachydermatous as a rhinoceros; but
+ somehow he seemed to feel that things had changed between them, and did
+ not appreciate an interview with David now nearly so much as of old. So he
+ found very little to do in that part of the garden which abutted on the
+ constable's premises. When he could not help working there, he chose the
+ times at which David was most likely to be engaged, or even took the
+ trouble to ascertain that he was not at home.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Early on Midsummer day, old Simon reared his ladder against the boundary
+ wall, with a view of &ldquo;doctorin'&rdquo; some of the fruit trees,
+ relying on a parish meeting, at which the constable's presence was
+ required. But he had not more than half finished his operations before
+ David had returned from vestry, and, catching sight of the top of the
+ ladder and Simon's head above the wall, laid aside all other business, and
+ descended into the garden.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Simon kept on at his work, only replying by a jerk of the head and one of
+ his grunts to his neighbour's salutation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David took his coat off, and his pruning knife out, and, establishing
+ himself within easy shot of his old oppressor, opened fire at once—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Thou'st gi'en thy consent, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis no odds, consent or none—her's old enough to hev her own
+ waay.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But thou'st gi'en thy consent?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ees, then, if thou wilt hev't,&rdquo; said Simon, somewhat surlily;
+ &ldquo;wut then?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I heerd,&rdquo; said David, indulging in an audible chuckle.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What bist a laughin' at?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I be laughin' to think how folks changes. Do'st mind the hard
+ things as thou hast judged and said o' Harry? Not as ever I known thy
+ judgment to be o' much account, 'cept about roots. But thou saidst, times
+ and times, as a would come to the gallows.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So a med yet—so a med yet,&rdquo; answered Simon. &ldquo;Not but
+ wut I wishes well to un, and bears no grudges; but others as hev got the
+ law ov un medn't.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis he as hev got grudges to bear. He don't need none o' thy
+ forgiveness.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Pr'aps a medn't. But hev 'em got the law ov un, or hevn't
+ em?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Wut do'st mean—got the law ov un?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thaay warrants as wur out agen un, along wi' the rest as was
+ transpworted auver Farmer Tester's job.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, he've got no call to be afeard o' thaay now. Thou know'st I
+ hears how 'tis laid down in Sessions and 'Sizes, wher' I've a been this
+ twenty year.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Like enuff. Only, wut's to hinder thaay tryin' ov un, if thaay be a
+ minded to 't? That's what I wants to know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;'Tis wut the counsellors calls the Statut o' Lamentations,&rdquo;
+ said the constable, proudly.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Wutever's Lamentations got to do wi't?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A gurt deal, I tell 'ee. What do'st thou know o'
+ Lamentations?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Lamentations cums afore Ezekiel in the Bible.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That ain't no kin to the Statut o' Lamentations. But ther's summut
+ like to't in the Bible,&rdquo; said the constable, stopping his work to
+ consider a moment. &ldquo;Do'st mind the year when the land wur all to be
+ guv back to thaay as owned it fust, and debts wur to be wiped out?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees, I minds summut o' that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, this here statut says, if so be as a man hev bin to the wars,
+ and sarved his country like; as nothin' shan't be reckoned agen he, let
+ alone murder. Nothin' can't do away wi' murder.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, nor oughtn't. Hows'mdever, you seems clear about the law on't.
+ There's Miss a callin'.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And old Simon's head disappeared as he descended the ladder to answer the
+ summons of his young mistress, not displeased at having his fears as to
+ the safety of his future son-in-law set at rest by so eminent a legal
+ authority as the constable. Fortunately for Harry, the constable's law was
+ not destined to be tried. Young Wurley was away in London. Old Tester was
+ bedridden with an accumulation of diseases brought on by his bad life. His
+ illness made him more violent and tyrannical than ever; but he could do
+ little harm out of his own room, for no one ever went to see him, and the
+ wretched farm-servant who attended him was much too frightened to tell him
+ anything of what was going on in the parish. There was no one else to
+ revive proceedings against Harry.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David pottered on at his bees and his flowers till old Simon returned, and
+ ascended his ladder again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You be ther' still, be 'ee?&rdquo; he said, as soon as he saw
+ David.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ees. Any news?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, news enuff. He as wur Harry's captain and young Mr. Brown be
+ comin' down to-morrow, and hev tuk all the Red Lion to theirselves. And
+ thaay beant content to wait for banns—not thaay—and so ther's to be a
+ license got for Saturday. 'Taint scarce decent, that 'taint.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;'Tis best to get drough wi't,&rdquo; said the constable.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then nothin'll sarve 'em but the church must be hung wi' flowers,
+ and wher' be thaay to cum from without strippin' and starvin' ov my beds?
+ 'Tis shameful to see how folks acts wi' flowers now-a-days, a cuttin' on
+ 'em and puttin' on 'em about, as prodigal at though thaay growed o'
+ theirselves.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So 'tis shameful,&rdquo; said David, whose sympathies for flowers
+ were all with Simon. &ldquo;I heers tell as young Squire Wurley hevs 'em
+ on table at dinner-time instead o' the wittels.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Do'ee though! I calls it reg'lar Papistry, and so I tells Miss; but
+ her only laughs.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The constable shook his head solemnly as he replied &ldquo;Her've been led
+ away wi' such doin's ever sence Mr. Walker cum, and took to organ-playin'
+ and chantin'.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And he ain't no such gurt things in the pulpit, neether, ain't Mr.
+ Walker,&rdquo; chimed in Simon, (the two had not been so in harmony for
+ years). &ldquo;I reckon as he ain't nothin' to speak ov alongside o' this
+ here new un as hev tuk his place. He've a got a good deal o' move in un'
+ he hev.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, so a hev. A wunnerful sight o' things a telled us t'other
+ night, about the Indians and the wars.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! talking cums as nat'ral to he as buttermilk to a litterin'
+ sow.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thou should'st a heerd un, though, about the battles. I can't mind
+ the neames on 'em—let me see—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I dwun't valley the neames,&rdquo; interrupted Simon. &ldquo;Thaay
+ makes a deal o' fuss auvert 'taal, but I dwun't tek no account on't.
+ Tain't like the owld wars and fightin' o' the French, this here fightin'
+ wi' blackamoors, let 'em talk as thaay wool.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No more 'tain't. But 'twur a 'mazin' fine talk as he gi'n us. Hev
+ 'ee seed ought 'twixt he and young missus?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nothin' out o' th' common. I got plenty to do without lookin' arter
+ the women, and 'tain't no bisness o' mine, nor o' thine neether.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David was preparing a stout rejoinder to this rebuke of the old retainer
+ of the Winter family on his curiosity, but was summoned by his wife to the
+ house to attend a customer; and by the time he could get out again, Simon
+ had disappeared.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next day East and Tom arrived, and took possession of the Red Lion;
+ and Englebourn was soon in a ferment of preparation for the wedding. East
+ was not the man to do things by halves; and, seconded as he was by Miss
+ Winter, and Hardy, and Tom, had soon made arrangements for all sorts of
+ merrymaking. The school-children were to have a whole holiday, and, after
+ scattering flowers at church and marching in the bridal procession, were
+ to be entertained in a tent pitched in the home paddock of the Rectory,
+ and to have an afternoon of games and prizes, and cake and tea. The
+ bell-ringers, Harry's old comrades, were to have five shillings apiece,
+ and a cricket match, and a dinner afterwards at the second public house,
+ to which any other of his old friends whom Harry chose to ask, were to be
+ also invited. The old men and women were to be fed in the village
+ school-room; and East and Tom were to entertain a select party of the
+ farmers and tradesmen, at the Red Lion; the tap of which hostelry was to
+ be thrown open to all comers at the Captain's expense. It was not without
+ considerable demur on the part of Miss Winter, that some of these
+ indiscriminate festivities were allowed to pass. But after consulting with
+ Hardy, she relented, on condition that the issue of beer at the two
+ public-houses should be put under the control of David, the constable,
+ who, on his part, promised that law and order should be well represented
+ and maintained on the occasion. &ldquo;Arter all, Miss, you sees, 'tis
+ only for once in a waay,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;and 'twill make 'em
+ remember aal as hev bin said to 'em about the Indians, and the rest
+ on't.&rdquo; So the Captain and his abettors, having gained the constable
+ as an ally, prevailed; and Englebourn, much wondering at itself, made
+ ready for a general holiday.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0048"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLVII—THE WEDDING-DAY</h2>
+ <pre>
+ One-more-poor-man-un-done
+ One-more-poor-man-un-done
+</pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ The belfry tower rocked and reeled, as that peal rang out, now merry, now
+ scornful, now plaintive, from whose narrow belfry windows, into the bosom
+ of the soft south-west wind, which was playing round the old grey tower of
+ Englebourn church. And the wind caught the peal and played with it, and
+ bore it away over Rectory and village street, and many a homestead, and
+ gently waving field of ripening corn, and rich pasture and water-meadow,
+ and tall whispering woods of the Grange, and rolled it against the
+ hill-side, and up the slope past the clump of firs on the Hawk's Lynch,
+ till it died away on the wild stretches of common beyond.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The ringers bent lustily to their work. There had been no such ringing in
+ Englebourn since the end of the great war. Not content with the usual peal
+ out of church, they came back again and again in the afternoon, full of
+ the good cheer which had been provided for them; and again and again the
+ wedding peal rang out from the belfry in honour of their old comrade—
+ </p>
+ <p>One-more-poor-man-un-done</p>
+ <p>One-more-poor-man-un-done</p>
+ <p>
+ Such was the ungallant speech which for many generations had been
+ attributed to the Englebourn wedding-bells; when you had once caught the
+ words—as you would be sure to do from some wide-mouthed grinning boy,
+ lounging over the churchyard rails to see the wedding pass—it would be
+ impossible to persuade yourself that they did, in fact, say anything else.
+ Somehow, Harry Winburn bore his undoing in the most heroic manner, and did
+ his duty throughout the trying day as a non-commissioned groom should. The
+ only part of the performance arranged by his captain which he fairly
+ resisted, was the proposed departure of himself and Patty to the solitary
+ post-chaise of Englebourn—a real old yellow—with a pair of horses. East,
+ after hearing the sergeant's pleading on the subject of vehicles, at last
+ allowed them to drive off in a tax-cart, taking a small boy with them
+ behind, to bring it back.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As for the festivities, they went off without hitch, as such affairs will,
+ where the leaders of the revels have their hearts in them. The children
+ had all played, and romped, and eaten and drunk themselves into a state of
+ torpor by an early hour of the evening. The farmers' dinner was a decided
+ success. East proposed the health of the bride and bridegroom, and was
+ followed by Farmer Grove and the constable. David turned out in a new blue
+ swallow-tailed coat, with metal buttons, of his own fabulous cut, in honor
+ of the occasion. He and the farmer spoke like the leader of the Government
+ and the Opposition in the House of Commons on an address to the Crown.
+ There was not a pin to choose between their speeches, and a stranger
+ hearing them would naturally have concluded that Harry had never been
+ anything but the model boy and young man of the parish. Fortunately, the
+ oratorical powers of Englebourn ended here; and East, and the majority of
+ his guests, adjourned to the green, where the cricket was in progress.
+ Each game lasted a very short time only, as the youth of Englebourn were
+ not experts in the noble science, and lost their wickets one after another
+ so fast, that Tom and Hardy had time to play out two matches with them,
+ and then to retire on their laurels, while the afternoon was yet young.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The old folks in the village school-room enjoyed their beef and pudding,
+ under the special superintendence of Miss Winter, and then toddled to
+ their homes, and sat about in the warmest nooks they could find, mumbling
+ of old times, and the doings at Dr. Winter's wedding.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ David devoted himself to superintending the issue of beer, swelling with
+ importance, but so full of the milk of human kindness from the great event
+ of the day, that nobody minded his little airs. He did his duty so
+ satisfactorily that, with the exception of one or two regular confirmed
+ soakers, who stuck steadily to the tap of the Red Lion, and there managed
+ successfully to fuddle themselves, there was nothing like drunkenness. In
+ short, it was one of those rare days when everything goes right, and
+ everybody seems to be inclined to give and take, and to make allowances
+ for their neighbours. By degrees the cricket flagged, and most of the men
+ went off to sit over their pipes, and finish the evening in their own way.
+ The boys and girls took to playing at &ldquo;kissing in the ring;&rdquo;
+ and the children who had not already gone home sat in groups watching
+ them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Miss Winter had already disappeared, and Tom, Hardy and the Captain began
+ to feel that they might consider their part finished. They strolled
+ together off the green towards Hardy's lodgings, the &ldquo;Red
+ Lion&rdquo; being still in possession of East's guests.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, how do you think it all went off?&rdquo; asked he.
+ &ldquo;Nothing could have been better,&rdquo; said Hardy; &ldquo;and they
+ all seem so inclined to be reasonable that I don't think we shall even
+ have a roaring song along the street to-night when the &ldquo;Red
+ Lion&rdquo; shuts up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you are satisfied, Tom?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should think so. I have been hoping for this day any time this
+ four years, and now it has come, and gone off well, too, thanks to you,
+ Harry.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Thanks to me? Very good; I am open to any amount of
+ gratitude.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I think you have every reason to be satisfied with your second
+ day's work at Englebourn, at any rate.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;So I am. I only hope it may turn out as well as the first.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, there's no doubt about that.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I don't know. I rather believe in the rule of contraries.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, when you inveigled me over from Oxford, and we carried off the
+ sergeant from the authorities, and defeated the yeomanry in that
+ tremendous thunder-storm, I thought we were a couple of idiots, and
+ deserved a week each in the lockup for our pains. That business turned out
+ well. This time we have started with flying colours and bells ringing, and
+ so—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;This business will turn out better. Why not?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then let us manage a third day's work in these parts as soon as
+ possible. I should like to get to the third degree of comparison, and
+ perhaps the superlative will turn up trumps for me somehow. Are there many
+ more young women in the place as pretty as Mrs. Winburn? This marrying
+ complaint is very catching, I find.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's my cousin Katie,&rdquo; said Tom, looking stealthily at
+ Hardy; &ldquo;I won't allow that there's any face in the country-side to
+ match hers. What do you say, Jack?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Hardy was confused by this sudden appeal.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I haven't been long enough here to judge,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I
+ have always considered Miss Winter very beautiful. I see it is nearly
+ seven o'clock, and I have a call or two to make in the village. I should
+ think you ought to get some rest after this tiring day, Captain
+ East?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What are you going to do, Tom?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I was thinking of just throwing a fly over the mill tail.
+ There's such a fine head of water on.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Isn't it too bright?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, perhaps it is a little; marrying weather and fishing weather
+ don't agree. Only what else is there to do? But if you are tired,&rdquo;
+ he added, looking at East, &ldquo;I don't care a straw about it. I shall
+ stay with you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not a bit of it. I shall hobble down with you, and lie on the bank
+ and smoke a cheroot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, you shan't walk, at any rate. I can borrow the constable's
+ pony, old Nibble, the quietest beast in the world. He'll stand for a week
+ if we like, while I fish and you lie and look on. I'll be off and bring
+ him around in two minutes.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then we shall meet for a clumsy tea at nine at my lodgings,&rdquo;
+ said Hardy, as he went off to his pastoral duties.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom and East, in due time, found themselves by the side of the stream.
+ There was only a small piece of fishable water in Englebourn. The fine
+ stream, which, a mile or so below, in the Grange grounds, might be called
+ a river, came into respectable existence only about two hundred yards
+ above Englebourn Mill. Here two little chalk brooks met, and former
+ millers had judiciously deepened the channel, and dammed the united waters
+ back so as to get a respectable reservoir. Above the junction the little
+ weedy, bright, creeping brooks afforded good sport for small truants
+ groppling about with their hands, or bobbing with lob worms under the
+ hollow banks, but were not available for the scientific angler. The parish
+ ended at the fence next below the mill garden, on the other side of which
+ the land was part of the Grange estate. So there was just the piece of
+ still water above the mill, and the one field below it, over which Tom had
+ leave. On ordinary occasions this would have been enough, with careful
+ fishing, to last him till dark; but his nerves were probably somewhat
+ excited by the events of the day, and East sat near and kept talking; so
+ he got over his water faster than usual. At any rate, he had arrived for
+ the second time at the envious fence before the sun was down. The fish
+ were wondrous wary in the miller's bit of water—as might be expected, for
+ they led a dog of a life there, between the miller and his men and their
+ nets, and baits of all kinds always set. So Tom thought himself lucky to
+ get a couple of decent fish, the only ones that were moving within his
+ liberty; but he could not help looking with covetous eyes on the fine
+ stretch of water below, all dimpling with rises.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why don't you get over and fish below?&rdquo; said East, from his
+ seat on the bank; &ldquo;don't mind me. I can watch you; besides, lying on
+ the turf on such an evening is luxury enough by itself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't go. Both sides below belong to that fellow Wurley.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;The sergeant's amiable landlord and prosecutor?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and the yeoman with whom you exchanged shots on the
+ common.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Hang it, Tom, just jump over and catch a brace of his trout. Look
+ how they are rising.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I don't know. I never was very particular about poaching, but
+ somehow I shouldn't like to do it on his land. I don't like him well
+ enough.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You're right, I believe. But just look there. There's a whopper
+ rising not more than ten yards below the rail. You might reach him, I
+ think, without trespassing, from where you stand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Shall I have a shy at him?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; it can't be poaching if you don't go on his grounds.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom could not resist the temptation, and threw over the rails, which
+ crossed the stream from hedge to hedge to mark the boundaries of the
+ parish, until he got well over the place where the fish was rising.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There, that was at your fly,&rdquo; said East, hobbling up in great
+ excitement.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All right, I shall have him directly. There he is. Hullo! Harry, I
+ say! Splash with your stick. Drive the brute back. Bad luck to him. Look
+ at that!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The fish, when hooked, had come straight up stream towards his captor, and
+ notwithstanding East's attempts to frighten him back, he rushed in under
+ the before-mentioned walls, which were adorned with jagged nails, to make
+ crossing on them unpleasant for the Englebourn boys. Against one of these
+ Tom's line severed, and the waters closed over two beauteous flies, and
+ some six feet of lovely taper gut.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East laughed loud and merrily; and Tom, crestfallen as he was, was
+ delighted to hear the old ring coming back into his friend's voice.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Harry, old fellow, you're picking up already in this glorious
+ air.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course I am. Two or three more weddings and fishings will set me
+ up altogether. How could you be so green as to throw over those rails?
+ It's a proper lesson to you, Tom, for poaching.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, that's cool. Didn't I throw down stream to please you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You ought to have resisted temptation. But, I say, what are you
+ at?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Putting on another cast, of course.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, you're not going on to Wurley's land?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;No; I suppose not. I must try the mill tail again.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It's no good. You've tried it over twice, and I'm getting
+ bored.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well, what shall we do then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I've a mind to get up to the hill there to see the sun set—what's
+ its name?—where I waited with the cavalry that night, you know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh! the Hawk's Lynch. Come along, then; I'm your man.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ So Tom put up his rod, and caught the old pony, and the two friends were
+ soon on their way towards the common, through lanes at the back of the
+ village.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The wind had sunk to sleep as the shadows lengthened. There was no sound
+ abroad except that of Nibble's hoofs on the turf,—not even the hum of
+ insects; for the few persevering gnats, who were still dancing about in
+ the slanting glints of sunshine that struck here and there across the
+ lanes, had left off humming. Nothing living met them except an occasional
+ stag-beetle, steering clumsily down the lane, and seeming like a heavy
+ coaster, to have as much to do as he could fairly manage in keeping clear
+ of them. They walked on in silence for some time, which was broken at last
+ by East.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I haven't had time to tell you about my future prospects.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean? Has anything happened?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. I got a letter two days ago from New Zealand, where I find I
+ am a considerable landowner. A cousin of mine has died out there and has
+ left me his property.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;W ell, you're not going to leave England, surely?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, I am. The doctors say the voyage will do me good, and the
+ climate is just the one to suit me. What's the good of my staying here? I
+ shan't be fit for service again for years. I shall go on half-pay, and
+ become an enterprising agriculturist at the Antipodes. I have spoken to
+ the sergeant, and arranged that he and his wife shall go with me; so, as
+ soon as I can get his discharge, and he has done honeymooning, we shall
+ start. I wish you would come with us.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom could scarcely believe his ears; but soon found that East was in
+ earnest, and had an answer to all his remonstrances. Indeed, he had very
+ little to say against the plan, for it jumped with his own humour; and he
+ could not help admitting that, under the circumstances, it was a wise one,
+ and that, with Harry Winburn for his head man, East couldn't do better
+ than carry it out.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I knew you would soon come around to it,&rdquo; said the Captain;
+ &ldquo;what could I do dawdling about at home, with just enough money to
+ keep me and get me into mischief? There I shall have a position and an
+ object; and one may be of some use, and make one's mark in a new country.
+ And we'll get a snug berth ready for you by the time you're starved out of
+ the old country. England isn't the place for poor men with any go in
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I believe you're right, Harry,&rdquo; said Tom, mournfully.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I know I am. And in a few years, when we've made our fortunes,
+ we'll come back and have a look at the old country, and perhaps buy up
+ half Englebourn and lay our bones in the old church yard.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And if we don't make our fortunes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then we'll stay out there.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, if I were my own master I think I should make one with you.
+ But I could never leave my father and mother, or—or—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, I understand. Of course, if matters go all right in that
+ quarter, I have nothing more to say. But, from what you have told me, I
+ thought you might be glad of a regular break in your life, a new start in
+ a new world.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very likely I may. I should have said so myself this morning. But
+ somehow I feel to-night more hopeful than I have for years.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Those wedding chimes are running in your head.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; and they have lifted a load off my heart too. Four years ago I
+ was very near doing the greatest wrong a man can do to that girl who was
+ married to-day, and to that fine fellow her husband, who was the first
+ friend I ever had. Ever since then I have been doing my best to set
+ matters straight, and have often made them crookeder. But to-day they are
+ all straight, thank God, and I feel as if a chain were broken from off my
+ neck. All has come right for them, and perhaps my own time will come
+ before long.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To be sure it will. I must be introduced to a certain young lady
+ before we start. I shall tell her that I don't mean to give up hopes of
+ seeing her on the other side of the world.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, here we are on the common. What a glorious sunset! Come, stir
+ up, Nibble. We shall be on the Lynch just in time to see him dip if we
+ push on.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Nibble, the ancient pony, finding that there was no help for it, scrambled
+ up the greater part of the ascent successfully. But his wheezings and
+ roarings during the operation excited East's pity; so he dismounted when
+ they came to the foot of the Hawk's Lynch, and, tying Nibble's bridle to a
+ furze-bush—a most unnecessary precaution—set to work to scale the last and
+ deepest bit of the ascent with the help of his stick—and Tom's strong-arm.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They paused every ten paces or so to rest and look at the sunset. The
+ broad vale below lay in purple shadow; the soft flocks of little clouds
+ high up over their heads, and stretching away to the eastern horizon,
+ floated in a sea of rosy light; and the stems of the Scotch firs stood out
+ like columns of ruddy flame.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, this beats India,&rdquo; said East, putting up his hand to
+ shade his eyes, which were fairly dazzled by the blaze. &ldquo;What a
+ contrast to the last time I was up here! Do you remember that awful
+ black-blue sky?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Don't I? Like a night-mare. Hullo! who's here?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, if it isn't the parson and Miss Winter,&rdquo; said East,
+ smiling.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ True enough, there they were, standing together on the very verge of the
+ mound, beyond the firs, some ten yards in front of the last comers,
+ looking out into the sunset.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I say, Tom, another good omen,&rdquo; whispered East; &ldquo;hadn't
+ we better beat a retreat?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Before Tom could answer, or make up his mind what to do, Hardy turned his
+ head and caught sight of them, and then Katie turned too, blushing like
+ the little clouds overhead. It was an embarrassing moment. Tom stammered
+ out that they had come up quite by chance, and then set to work, well
+ seconded by East, to look desperately unconscious, and to expatiate on the
+ beauties of the view. The light began to fade, and the little clouds to
+ change again from soft pink to grey, and the evening star shone out clear
+ as they turned to descend the hill, when the Englebourn clock chimed nine.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie attached herself to Tom, while Hardy helped the Captain down the
+ steep pitch, and on to the back of Nibble. They went a little ahead. Tom
+ was longing to speak to his cousin, but could not tell how to begin. At
+ last Katie broke the silence;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I am so vexed that this should have happened!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Are you, dear? So am not I,&rdquo; he said, pressing her arm to his
+ side.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But I mean, it seems so forward—as if I had met Mr. Hardy here on
+ purpose. What will your friend think of me?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;He will think no evil.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But indeed, Tom, do tell him, pray. It was quite an accident. You
+ know how I and Mary used to go up the Hawk's Lynch whenever we could, on
+ fine evenings.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, dear, I know it well.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And I thought of you both so much to-day, that I couldn't help
+ coming up here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you found Hardy? I don't wonder. I should come up to see the
+ sun set every night, if I lived at Englebourn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No. He came up sometime after me. Straight up the hill. I did not
+ see him till he was quite close. I could not run away then. Indeed, it was
+ not five minutes before you came.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Five minutes are as good as a year sometimes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you will tell your friend, Tom, how it happened?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Indeed I will, Katie. May I not tell him something more?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He looked round for an answer, and there was just light enough to read it
+ in her eye.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My debt is deepening to the Hawk's Lynch,&rdquo; he said, as they
+ walked on through the twilight. &ldquo;Blessed five minutes! Whatever else
+ they may take with them, they will carry my thanks for ever. Look how
+ clear and steady the light of that star is, just over the church tower. I
+ wonder whether Mary is at a great hot dinner. Shall you write to her
+ soon?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, yes. To-night.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You may tell her that there is no better Englishman walking the
+ earth than my friend, John Hardy. Here we are at his lodgings. East and I
+ are going to tea with him. Wish them good night, and I will see you
+ home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0049"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLVIII—THE BEGINNING OF THE END</h2>
+ <p>
+ From the Englebourn festivities, Tom and East returned to London. The
+ Captain was bent on starting for his possessions in the South Pacific;
+ and, as he regained strength, energized over all his preparations, and
+ went about in cabs purchasing agricultural implements, sometimes by the
+ light of nature, and sometimes under the guidance of Harry Winburn. He
+ invested also in something of a library, and in large quantities of
+ saddlery. In short, packages of all kinds began to increase and multiply
+ upon him. Then there was the selecting of a vessel, and all the
+ negotiations with the ship's captain as to terms, and the business of
+ getting introduced to, and conferring with, people from the colony, or who
+ were supposed to know something about it. Altogether, East had plenty of
+ work on his hands; and the more he had to do, the better and more cheery
+ he became.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, on the contrary, was rather lower than usual. His half-formed hopes
+ that some good luck was going to happen to him after Patty's marriage,
+ were beginning to grow faint, and the contrast of his friend's definite
+ present purpose in life, with his own uncertainty, made him more or less
+ melancholy in spite of all his efforts. His father had offered him a tour
+ abroad, now that he had finished with Oxford, urging that he seemed to
+ want a change to freshen him up before buckling to a profession, and that
+ he would never, in all likelihood, have such another chance. But he could
+ not make up his mind to accept the offer. The attraction to London was too
+ strong for him; and, though he saw little hope of anything happening to
+ improve his prospects, he could not keep away from it. He spent most of
+ his time, when not with East, in haunting the neighborhood of Mr. Porter's
+ house in Belgravia, and the places where he was likely to catch distant
+ glimpses of Mary, avoiding all chance of actual meeting or recognition,
+ from which he shrank in his present frame of mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The nearest approach to the flame which he allowed himself was a renewal
+ of his old friendship with Grey, who was still working on in his
+ Westminister rookery. He had become a great favorite with Mrs. Porter, who
+ was always trying to get him to her house to feed him properly, and was
+ much astonished, and sometimes almost provoked, at the small success of
+ her hospitable endeavors. Grey was so taken up with his own pursuits that
+ it did not occur to him to be surprised that he never met Tom at the house
+ of his relations. He was innocent of all knowledge or suspicion of the
+ real state of things, so that Tom could talk to him with perfect freedom
+ about his uncle's household, picking up all such scraps of information as
+ Grey possessed without compromising himself or feeling shy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Thus the two old schoolfellows lived on together after their return from
+ Englebourn, in a set of chambers in the Temple, which one of Tom's college
+ friends (who had been beguiled from the perusal of Stephen's Commentaries
+ and aspirations after the woolsack, by the offer of a place on board a
+ yacht and a cruise to Norway) had fortunately lent him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ We join company with our hero again on a fine July morning. Readers will
+ begin to think that, at any rate, he is always blessed with fine weather,
+ whatever troubles he may have to endure; but, if we are not to have fine
+ weather in novels, when and where are we to have it? It was a fine July
+ morning, then, and the streets were already beginning to feel sultry as he
+ worked his way westward. Grey, who had never given up hopes of bringing
+ Tom round to his own views, had not neglected the opportunities which this
+ residence in town offered, and had enlisted Tom's services on more than
+ one occasion. He had found him specially useful in instructing the big
+ boys, whom he was trying to bring together and civilize in a &ldquo;Young
+ Men's Club,&rdquo; in the rudiments of cricket on Saturday evenings. But
+ on the morning in question, an altogether different work was on hand.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ A lady living some eight or nine miles to the north-west of London, who
+ took great interest in Grey's doings, had asked him to bring the children
+ of his night-school down to spend a day in her grounds, and this was the
+ happy occasion. It was before the days of cheap excursions by rail, so
+ that vans had to be found for the party; and Grey had discovered a
+ benevolent remover of furniture in Paddington, who was ready to take them
+ at a reasonable figure. The two vans, with awnings and curtains in the
+ height of fashion, and horses with tasselled ear-caps, and everything
+ handsome about them, were already drawn up in the midst of a group of
+ excited children, and scarcely less excited mothers, when Tom arrived.
+ Grey was arranging his forces, and labouring to reduce the Irish children,
+ who formed almost half his ragged little flock, into something like order,
+ before starting. By degrees this was managed, and Tom was placed in
+ command of the rear van, while Grey reserved the leading one to himself.
+ The children were divided and warned not to lean over the sides and fall
+ out—a somewhat superfluous caution—as most of them, though unused to
+ riding in any legitimate manner, were pretty well used to balancing
+ themselves behind any vehicle which offered as much as a spike to sit on,
+ out of sight of the driver. Then came the rush into the vans. Grey and Tom
+ took up their places next the doors as conductors, and the procession
+ lumbered off with great success, and much shouting from treble voices.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom soon found that he had plenty of work on his hands to keep the peace
+ among his flock. The Irish element was in a state of wild effervescence,
+ and he had to draft them down to his own end, leaving the foremost cart of
+ the van to the soberer English children. He was much struck by the
+ contrast of the whole set to the Englebourn school children, whom he had
+ lately seen under somewhat similar circumstances. The difficulty with them
+ had been to draw them out, and put anything like life into them; here, all
+ he had to do was to suppress the superabundant life. However, the vans
+ held on their way, and got safely into the suburbs, and so at last to an
+ occasional hedge, and a suspicion of trees, and green fields beyond.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ It became more and more difficult now to keep the boys in; and when they
+ came to a hill, where the horses had to walk, he yielded to their
+ entreaties, and, opening the door, let them out, insisting only that the
+ girls should remain seated. They scattered over the sides of the roads,
+ and up the banks; now chasing pigs and fowls up to the very doors of their
+ owners; now gathering the commonest roadside weeds, and running up to show
+ them to him, and ask their names, as if they were rare treasures. The
+ ignorance of most of the children as to the commonest country matters
+ astonished him. One small boy particularly came back time after time to
+ ask him, with solemn face &ldquo;Please, sir, is this the country?&rdquo;
+ and when at last he allowed that it was, rejoined, &ldquo;Then, please,
+ where are the nuts?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The clothing of most of the Irish boys began to tumble to pieces in an
+ alarming manner. Grey had insisted on their being made tidy for the
+ occasion, but the tidiness was of a superficial kind. The hasty stitching
+ soon began to give way, and they were rushing about with wild locks; the
+ strips of what once might have been nether garments hanging about their
+ legs; their feet and heads bare, the shoes which their mothers had
+ borrowed for the state occasion having been deposited under the seat of
+ the van. So, when the procession arrived at the trim lodge-gates of their
+ hostess, and his charge descended and fell in on the beautifully clipped
+ turf at the side of the drive, Tom felt some of the sensations of Falstaff
+ when he had to lead his ragged regiment through Coventry streets.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was soon at his ease again, and enjoyed the day thoroughly, and the
+ drive home; but, as they drew near town again, a sense of discomfort and
+ shyness came over him, and he wished the journey to Westminster well over,
+ and hoped that the carman would have the sense to go through the quiet
+ parts of the town.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was much disconcerted consequently, when the vans came to a sudden stop
+ opposite one of the Park entrances, in the Bayswater Road. &ldquo;What in
+ the world is Grey about?&rdquo; he thought, as he saw him get out, and all
+ the children after him. So he got out himself, and went forward to get an
+ explanation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh I have told the man that he need not drive us round to
+ Westminster. He is close at home here, and his horses have had a hard day;
+ so we can just get out and walk home.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, across the Park?&rdquo; asked Tom.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, it will amuse the children, you know.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But they're tired,&rdquo; persisted Tom; &ldquo;come now, it's all
+ nonsense letting the fellow off; he's bound to take us back.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm afraid I have promised him,&rdquo; said Grey; &ldquo;besides,
+ the children all think it a treat. Don't you all want to walk across the
+ Park?&rdquo; he went on turning to them, and a general affirmative chorus
+ was the answer. So Tom had nothing for it but to shrug his shoulders,
+ empty his own van, and follow into the Park with his convoy, not in the
+ best humor with Grey for having arranged this ending to their excursion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They might have got over a third of the distance between the Bayswater
+ Road and the Serpentine, when he was aware of a small, thin voice
+ addressing him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, please won't you carry me a bit? I'm so tired,&rdquo; said the
+ voice. He turned in some trepidation to look for the speaker, and found
+ her to be a sickly, undergrown little girl of ten or thereabouts, with
+ large, pleading, grey eyes, very shabbily dressed, and a little lame. He
+ had remarked her several times in the course of the day, not for any
+ beauty or grace about her, for the poor child had none, but for her
+ transparent confidence and trustfulness. After dinner, as they had been
+ all sitting on the grass under the shade of a great elm to hear Grey read
+ a story, and Tom had been sitting a little apart from the rest with his
+ back against the trunk, she had come up and sat quietly down by him,
+ leaning on his knee. Then he had seen her go up and take the hand of the
+ lady who had entertained them, and walk along by her, talking without the
+ least shyness. Soon afterwards she had squeezed into the swing by the side
+ of the beautifully-dressed little daughter of the same lady, who, after
+ looking for a minute at her shabby little sister with large round eyes,
+ had jumped out and run off to her mother, evidently in a state of childish
+ bewilderment as to whether it was not wicked for a child to wear such
+ dirty old clothes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom had chuckled to himself as he saw Cinderella settling herself
+ comfortably in the swing in the place of the ousted princess, and had
+ taken a fancy to the child, speculating to himself as to how she could
+ have been brought up, to be so utterly unconscious of differences of rank
+ and dress. &ldquo;She seems really to treat her fellow-creatures as if she
+ had been studying the <i>Sartor Resartus</i>,&rdquo; he thought.
+ &ldquo;She was cut down through all clothes-philosophy without knowing it.
+ I wonder, if she had a chance, whether she would go and sit down in the
+ Queen's lap?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He did not at the time anticipate that she would put his own
+ clothes-philosophy to so severe a test before the day was over. The child
+ had been as merry and active as any of the rest during the earlier part of
+ the day; but now, as he looked down in answer to her reiterated plea,
+ &ldquo;Won't you carry me a bit? I'm so tired!&rdquo;, he saw that she
+ could scarcely drag one foot after another.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ What was to be done? He was already keenly alive to the discomfort of
+ walking across Hyde Park in a procession of ragged children, with such a
+ figure of fun as Grey at their head, looking, in his long, rusty,
+ straight-cut black coat, as if he had come fresh out of Noah's ark. He
+ didn't care about it so much while they were on the turf in the
+ out-of-the-way parts, and would meet nobody but guards, and nurse-maids,
+ and trades-people, and mechanics out for an evening's stroll. But the
+ Drive and Rotten Row lay before them, and must be crossed. It was just the
+ most crowded time of the day. He had almost made up his mind once or twice
+ to stop Grey and the procession, and propose to sit down for half-an-hour
+ or so and let the children play, by which time the world would be going
+ home to dinner. But there was no play left in the children; and he had
+ resisted the temptation, meaning, when they came to the most crowded part,
+ to look unconscious, as if it were by chance that he had got into such
+ company, and had in fact nothing to do with them. But now, if he listened
+ to the child's plea, and carried her, all hope of concealment was over. If
+ he did not, he felt that there would be no greater flunkey in the Park
+ that evening than Thomas Brown, the enlightened radical and philosopher,
+ amongst the young gentlemen riders in Rotten Row, or the powdered footmen
+ lounging behind the great blaring carriages in the Drive.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ So he looked down at the child once or twice in a state of puzzle. A third
+ time she looked up with her great eyes, and said, &ldquo;Oh, please carry
+ me a bit!&rdquo; and her piteous, tired face turned the scale. &ldquo;If
+ she were Lady Mary or Lady Blanche,&rdquo; thought he, &ldquo;I should
+ pick her up at once, and be proud of the burden. Here goes!&rdquo; And he
+ took her up in his arms, and walked on, desperate and reckless.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Notwithstanding all his philosophy, he felt his ears tingling and his face
+ getting red, as they approached the drive. It was crowded. They were kept
+ standing a minute or two at the crossing. He made a desperate effort to
+ abstract himself wholly from the visible world, and retire in a state of
+ serene contemplation. But it would not do; and he was painfully conscious
+ of the stare of lack-lustre eyes of well dressed men leaning over the
+ rails, and the amused look of delicate ladies, lounging in open carriages,
+ and surveying him and Grey and their ragged rout through glasses.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ At last they scrambled across, and he breathed freely for a minute, as
+ they struggled along the comparatively quiet path leading to Albert Gate,
+ and stopped to drink at the fountain. Then came Rotten Row, and another
+ pause amongst the loungers, and a plunge into the Ride, where he was
+ nearly run down by two men whom he had known at Oxford. They shouted to
+ him to get out of the way; and he felt the hot defiant blood rushing
+ through his veins, as he strode across without heeding. They passed on,
+ one of them having to pull his horse out of his stride to avoid him. Did
+ they recognize him? He felt a strange mixture of utter indifference, and
+ longing to strangle them.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The worst was now over; besides, he was getting used to the situation, and
+ his good sense was beginning to rally. So he marched through Albert Gate,
+ carrying his ragged little charge, who prattled away to him without a
+ pause, and surrounded by the rest of the children, scarcely caring who
+ might see him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They won safely through the omnibuses and carriages on the Kensington
+ Road, and so into Belgravia. At last he was quite at his ease again, and
+ began listening to what the child was saying to him, and was strolling
+ carelessly along, when once more at one of the crossings, he was startled
+ by a shout from some riders. There was straw laid down in the street, so
+ that he had not heard them as they cantered round the corner, hurrying
+ home to dress for dinner; and they were all but upon him, and had to rein
+ up their horses sharply.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The party consisted of a lady and two gentlemen, one old, the other
+ young—the latter dressed in the height of fashion, and with the
+ supercilious air which Tom hated from his soul. The shout came from the
+ young man, and drew Tom's attention to him first. All the devil rushed up
+ as he recognized St. Cloud. The lady's horse swerved against his, and
+ began to rear. He put his hand on its bridle, as if he had a right to
+ protect her. Another glance told Tom that the lady was Mary, and the old
+ gentleman, fussing up on his stout cob on the other side of her, Mr.
+ Porter.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They all knew him in another moment. He stared from one to the other, was
+ conscious that she turned her horse's head sharply, so as to disengage the
+ bridle from St. Cloud's hand, and of his insolent stare, and of the
+ embarrassment of Mr. Porter, and then, setting his face straight before
+ him, he passed on in a bewildered dream, never looking back till they were
+ out of sight. The dream gave way to bitter and wild thoughts, upon which
+ it will do none of us any good to dwell. He put down the little girl
+ outside the schools, turning abruptly from the mother, a poor widow in
+ scant, well-preserved black clothes who was waiting for the child, and
+ began thanking him for his care of her; refused Grey's pressing invitation
+ to tea, and set his face eastward. Bitterer and more wild and more
+ scornful grew his thoughts as he strode along past the Abbey, and up
+ Whitehall, and away down the Strand, holding on over the crossings without
+ paying the slightest heed to vehicle, or horse, or man. Incensed coachmen
+ had to pull up with a jerk to avoid running over him, and more than one
+ sturdy walker turned round in indignation at a collision which they felt
+ had been intended, or at least which there had been no effort to avoid.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As he passed under the window of the Banqueting Hall, and by the place in
+ Charing Cross where the pillory used to stand, he growled to himself what
+ a pity it was that the times for cutting off heads and cropping ears had
+ gone by. The whole of the dense population from either side of the Strand
+ seemed to have crowded out into that thoroughfare to impede his march and
+ aggravate him. The further eastward he got, the thicker got the crowd, and
+ the vans, the omnibuses, the cabs, seemed to multiply and get noisier. Not
+ an altogether pleasant sight to a man in the most Christian frame of mind
+ is the crowd that a fine summer evening fetches out into the roaring
+ Strand, as the sun fetches out flies on the window of a village grocery.
+ To him just then it was at once depressing and provoking, and he went
+ shouldering his way towards Temple Bar as thoroughly out of tune as he had
+ been for many a long day.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ As he passed from the narrowest part of the Strand into the space round
+ St. Clement Danes' church, he was startled, in a momentary lull of the
+ uproar, by the sound of chiming bells. He slackened his pace to listen;
+ but a huge van lumbered by, shaking the houses on both sides, and drowning
+ all sounds but its own rattle; and then he found himself suddenly immersed
+ in a crowd, vociferating and gesticulating round a policeman, who was
+ conveying a woman towards the station-house. He shouldered through
+ it—another lull came, and with it the same slow, gentle, calm cadence of
+ chiming bells. Again and again he caught it as he passed on to Temple Bar;
+ whenever the roar subsided, the notes of the old hymn tune came dropping
+ down on him like balm from the air. If the ancient benefactor who caused
+ the bells of St. Clement Danes' Church to be arranged to play that chime
+ so many times a day is allowed to hover round the steeple at such times,
+ to watch the effect of his benefaction on posterity, he must have been
+ well satisfied on that evening. Tom passed under the Bar, and turned into
+ the Temple another man, softened again, and in his right mind.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's always a voice saying the right thing to you somewhere, if
+ you'll only listen for it,&rdquo; he thought. He took a few turns in the
+ court to clear his head, and then found Harry East reclining on a sofa, in
+ full view of the gardens and river, solacing himself with his accustomed
+ cheroot.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, here you are,&rdquo; he said, making room on the sofa;
+ &ldquo;how did it go off?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Well enough. Where have you been?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In the City and at the Docks. I've been all over our vessel. She's
+ a real clipper.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;When do you sail?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Not quite certain. I should say in a fortnight, though.&rdquo; East
+ puffed away for a minute, and then, as Tom said nothing, went on.
+ &ldquo;I'm not so sweet on it as the time draws near. There are more of my
+ chums turning up every day from India at the Rag. And this is uncommonly
+ pleasant, too, living with you here in the chambers. You may probably
+ think it odd, but I don't half like getting rid of you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Thanks; but I don't think you will get rid of me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I mean that I shall go with you, if my people will let me, and you
+ will take me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;W-h-e-w! Anything happened?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You've seen her?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, go on. Don't keep a fellow in suspense. I shall be
+ introduced, and eat one of the old boy's good dinners, after all, before I
+ sail.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom looked out of window, and found some difficulty in getting out the
+ words, &ldquo;No, it's all up.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You don't mean it?&rdquo; said East, coming to a sitting position
+ by Tom's side. &ldquo;But how do you know? Are you sure? What did she
+ say?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nothing. I haven't spoken to her; but it's all up. She was riding
+ with her father and the fellow to whom she's engaged. I have heard it a
+ dozen times, but never would believe it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But, is that all? Riding with her father and another man! Why,
+ there's nothing in that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but there is though. You should have seen his look. And they
+ all knew me well enough, but not one of them nodded even.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, there's not much in that after all. It may have been chance,
+ or you may have fancied it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, one isn't quite such a fool. However, I have no right to
+ complain, and I won't. I could bear it all well enough if he were not such
+ a cold-hearted blackguard.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What, this fellow she was riding with?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. He hasn't a heart the size of a pin's head. He'll break hers.
+ He's a mean brute, too. She can't know him, though he has been after her
+ this year and more. They must have forced her into it. Ah! it's a bitter
+ business,&rdquo; and he put his head between his hands, and East heard the
+ deep catches of his laboring breath, as he sat by him, feeling deeply for
+ him, but puzzled what to say.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She can't be worth so much after all, Tom,&rdquo; he said at last,
+ &ldquo;if she would have such a fellow as that. Depend upon it, she's not
+ what you thought her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom made no answer; so the captain went on presently, thinking he had hit
+ the right note.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Cheer up, old boy. There's as good fish in the sea yet as ever came
+ out of it. Don't you remember the song—whose is it? Lovelace's:—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ &ldquo;'If she be not fair for me,
+ What care I for whom she be?'&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ Tom started up almost fiercely, but recovered himself in a moment, and
+ then leant his head down again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Don't talk about her, Harry; you don't know her,&rdquo; he said.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And don't want to know her, Tom, if she is going to throw you over.
+ Well, I shall leave you for an hour or so. Come up to me presently at the
+ Rag, when you feel better.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East started for his club, debating within himself what he could do for
+ his friend—whether calling out the party mightn't do good.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, left to himself, broke down at first sadly; but, as the evening wore
+ on he began to rally, and sat down and wrote a long letter to his father,
+ making a clean breast, and asking his permission to go with East.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0050"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER XLIX—THE END</h2>
+ <p>
+ My Dear Katie;—I know you will be very much pained when you read this
+ letter. You two have been my only confidantes, and you have always kept me
+ up, and encouraged me to hope that all would come right. And after all
+ that happened last week, Patty's marriage, and your engagement,—the two
+ things upon earth, with one exception, that I most wished for,—I quite
+ felt that my own turn was coming. I can't tell why I had such a strong
+ feeling about it, but somehow all the most important changes in my life
+ for the last four years have been so interwoven with Patty and Harry
+ Winburn's history, that, now they were married, I was sure something would
+ happen to me as soon as I came to London. And I was not wrong. Dear Katie,
+ I can hardly bring myself to write it. It is all over. I met her in the
+ street to-day; she was riding with her father and the man I told you
+ about. They had to pull up not to ride over me; so I had a good look at
+ her, and there can be no mistake about it. I have often tried to reason
+ myself into the belief that the evil day must come sooner or later, and to
+ prepare myself for it; but I might have spared myself, for it could not
+ have been worse than it is if I had never anticipated it. My future is all
+ a blank now. I can't stay in England; so I have written home to ask them
+ to let me go to New Zealand with East, and I am sure they will consent,
+ when they know all.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall wait in town till I get the answer. Perhaps I may be able
+ to get off with East in a few weeks. The sooner the better; but, of
+ course, I shall not go without seeing you and dear old Jack. You mustn't
+ mind me calling him Jack. The only thing that it gives me any pleasure to
+ think about is your engagement. It is so right; and one wants to see
+ something going right, some one getting their due, to keep alive one's
+ belief in justice being done somehow or another in the world. And I do see
+ it, and acknowledge it, when I think over his history and mine since we
+ first met. We have both got our due; and you have got yours, Katie, for
+ you have got the best fellow in England.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah! if I only could think that she has got hers! If I could only
+ believe that the man she has chosen is worthy of her! I will try hard to
+ think better of him. There must be more good in him that I have ever seen,
+ or she would never have engaged herself to him. But I can't bear to stop
+ here, and see it all going on. The sooner I am out of England the better.
+ I send you a parcel with this; it contains her notes, and some old flowers
+ and other matters which I haven't the heart to burn. You will be the best
+ judge what should be done with them. If you see your way to managing it, I
+ should like her to know that I had sent them all to you, and that,
+ whatever may happen to me hereafter, my love for her has been the mainstay
+ and the guiding-star of my life ever since that happy time when you all
+ came to stay with us in my first long vacation. It found me eaten up with
+ selfishness and conceit, the puppet of my own lusts and vanities, and has
+ left me—well never mind what it has left me. At any rate, if I have not
+ gone from worse to worse, it is all owing to her; and she ought to know
+ it. It cannot be wrong to let her know what good she has scattered
+ unknowingly about her path. May God bless and reward her for it, and you,
+ too, dear cousin, for all your long love and kindness to one who is very
+ unworthy of, but very thankful for them.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ever yours, affectionately,</p>
+ <h3>&ldquo;T. B.&rdquo;</h3>
+ <p>
+ The above letter, and that to his father, asking for leave to emigrate,
+ having been written and sent off, Tom was left, on the afternoon of the
+ day following his upset, making manful, if not very successful, efforts to
+ shake off the load of depression which weighed on him, and to turn his
+ thoughts resolutely forward to a new life in a new country. East was away
+ at the Docks. There was no one moving in the Temple. The men who had
+ business were all at Westminster, or out of sight and hearing in the
+ recesses of their chambers. Those who had none were for the most part away
+ enjoying themselves, in one way or another amongst the mighty whirl of the
+ mighty human sea of London. There was nothing left for him to do; he had
+ written the only two letters he had to write, and had only to sit still
+ and wait for the answers, killing the meantime as well as he could.
+ Reading came hard to him, but it was the best thing to do, perhaps; at any
+ rate he was trying it on, though his studies were constantly interrupted
+ by long fits of absence of mind, during which, though his body remained in
+ the temple, he was again in the well-kept garden of Barton, or in the
+ hazel wood under the lee of the Berkshire hills.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He was roused out of one of these reveries, and brought back to external
+ life and Fig-tree Court, by a single knock at the outer door, and a shout
+ of the newsman's boy for the paper. So he got up, found the paper, which
+ he had forgotten to read, and, as he went to the door, cast his eye on it,
+ and saw that a great match was going on at Lord's. This gave a new turn to
+ his thoughts. He stood looking down stairs after the boy, considering
+ whether he should not start at once for the match.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He would be sure to see a lot of acquaintances there at any rate. But the
+ idea of seeing and having to talk to mere acquaintances was more
+ distasteful than his present solitude. He was turning to bury himself
+ again in his hole, when he saw a white dog walk quietly up seven or eight
+ stairs at the bottom of the flight, and then turn round, and look for some
+ one to follow.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;How odd!&rdquo; thought Tom, as he watched him; &ldquo;as like as
+ two peas. It can't be. No. Why, yes it is.&rdquo; And then he whistled,
+ and called &ldquo;Jack,&rdquo; and the dog looked up, and wagged his tail,
+ as much as to say, &ldquo;All right, I'm coming directly; but I must wait
+ for my master.&rdquo; The next moment Drysdale appeared at the bottom of
+ the stairs, and looking up, said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! that's you, is it? I'm all right then. So you knew the old
+ dog?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I should rather think so,&rdquo; said Tom. &ldquo;I hope I never
+ forget a dog or horse I have once known.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ In the short minute which Drysdale and Jack took to arrive at his landing,
+ Tom had time for a rush of old college memories, in which the grave and
+ gay, pleasant and bitter, were strangely mingled. The light when he had
+ been first brought to his senses about Patty came up very vividly before
+ him, and the commemoration days, when he had last seen Drysdale.
+ &ldquo;How strange!&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;is my old life coming back
+ again just now? Here, on the very day after it is all over, comes back the
+ man with whom I was so intimate up to the day it began, and have never
+ seen since. What does it mean?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ There was a little touch of embarrassment in the manner of both of them as
+ they shook hands at the top of the stairs, and turned into the chambers.
+ Tom motioned to Jack to take his old place at one end of the sofa, and
+ began caressing him there, the dog showing unmistakably, by gesture and
+ whine, that delight at renewing an old friendship for which his race are
+ so nobly distinguished. Drysdale threw himself down in an arm-chair and
+ watched them.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;So you knew the old dog, Brown?&rdquo; he repeated.</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Knew him?—of course I did. Dear old Jack! How well he wears; he is
+ scarcely altered at all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Very little; only steadier. More than I can say for his master. I'm
+ very glad you knew Jack.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Come, Drysdale; take the other end of the sofa or it won't look
+ like old times. There, now I can fancy myself back at St.
+ Ambrose's.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;By Jove, Brown, you're a real good fellow; I always said so, even
+ after that last letter. You pitched it rather strong in that though. I was
+ very near coming back from Norway to quarrel with you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, I was very angry at being left in the lurch by you and
+ Blake.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You got the coin all right, I suppose? You never acknowledged
+ it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Didn't I? Then I ought to have. Yes, I got it all right about six
+ months afterwards. I ought to have acknowledged it, and I thought I had.
+ I'm sorry I didn't. Now we're all quits, and won't talk any more about
+ that rascally bill.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I suppose I may light up,&rdquo; said Drysdale, dropping into his
+ old lounging attitude on the sofa, and pulling out his cigar-case.
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, of course. Will you have anything?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;A cool drink wouldn't be amiss.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They make a nice tankard with cider and a lump of ice at the
+ 'Rainbow'. What do you say to that?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It sounds touching,&rdquo; said Drysdale. So Tom posted off to
+ Fleet Street to order the liquor, and came back followed by a waiter with
+ the tankard. Drysdale took a long pull and smacked his lips.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That's a wrinkle,&rdquo; he said, handing the tankard to Tom.
+ &ldquo;I suppose the lawyers teach all the publicans about here a trick or
+ two. Why, one can fancy one's self back in the old quad, looking out on
+ this court. If it weren't such an outlandish out-of-the-way place, I think
+ I should take some chambers here myself. How did you get here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, they belong to a friend of mine who is away. But how did
+ <i>you</i>
+ get here?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Why, along the Strand, in a Hansom.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I mean, how did you know I was here?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Grey told me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What! Grey, who was at St. Ambrose's with us?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes. You look puzzled.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I didn't think you knew Grey.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No more I do. But a stout old party I met last night—your
+ godfather, I should think he is—told me where he was, and said I should
+ get your address from him. So I looked him up this morning, in that
+ dog-hole in Westminster where he lives. He didn't know Jack from
+ Adam.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what in the world do you mean by my godfather?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I had better tell my story from the beginning, I see. Last night I
+ did what I don't often do, went out to a great drum. There was an awful
+ crush, of course, and you may guess what the heat was in these dog-days,
+ with gas-lights and wax-lights going, and a jam of people in every corner.
+ I was fool enough to get into the rooms, so that my retreat was cut off;
+ and I had to work right through, and got at last into a back room, which
+ was not so full. The window was in a recess, and there was a balcony
+ outside, looking over a little bit of garden. I got into the balcony,
+ talking with a girl who was sensible enough to like the cool. Presently I
+ heard a voice I thought I knew inside. Then I heard St. Ambrose, and then
+ your name. Of course I listened; I couldn't help myself. They were just
+ inside the window, in the recess, not five feet from us; so I heard pretty
+ nearly ever word. Give us the tankard; I'm as dry as an ash-heap with
+ talking.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom, scarcely able to control his impatience, handed the tankard.
+ &ldquo;But who was it?—you haven't told me,&rdquo; he said, as Drysdale
+ put it down at last empty.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, that d—d St. Cloud. He was giving you a nice character, in a
+ sort of sneaking deprecatory way, as if he was sorry for it. Amongst other
+ little tales, he said you used to borrow money from Jews—he knew it for a
+ certainty because he had been asked himself to join you and another
+ man—meaning me, of course—in such a transaction. You remember how he
+ wouldn't acknowledge the money I lent him at play, and the note he wrote
+ me which upset Blake so. I had never forgotten it. I knew I should get my
+ chance some day, and here it was. I don't know what the girl thought of
+ me, or how she got out of the balcony, but I stepped into the recess just
+ as he had finished his precious story, and landed between him and a
+ comfortable old boy, who was looking shocked. He <i>must</i> be your
+ godfather, or something of the kind. I'll bet you a pony you are down for
+ something handsome in his will.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What was his name? Did you find out?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; Potter, or Porter, or something like it. I've got his card
+ somewhere. I just stared St. Cloud in the face, and you may depend upon it
+ he winched. Then I told the old boy that I had heard their talk, and, as I
+ was at St. Ambrose with you, I should like to have five minutes with him
+ when St. Cloud had done. He seemed rather in a corner between us. However,
+ I kept in sight till St. Cloud was obliged to draw off; and, to cut my
+ story short, as the tankard is empty, I think I put you pretty straight
+ there. You said we were quits just now; after last night, perhaps we are,
+ for I told him the truth of the Benjamin story, and I think he is squared.
+ He seems a good sort of old boy. He's a relation of yours, eh?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Only a distant connexion. Did anything more happen?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I saw that he was flurried and didn't know quite what to
+ think; so I asked him to let me call, and I would bring him some one else
+ to speak to your character. He gave me his card, and I'm going to take
+ Blake there today. Then I asked him where you were, and he didn't know,
+ but said he thought Grey could tell me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It is very kind of you, Drysdale to take so much trouble.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Trouble! I'd go from here to Jericho to be even with our fine
+ friend. I never forget a bad turn. I met him afterwards in the cloak-room,
+ and went out of the door close after him, to give him a chance if he wants
+ to say anything. I only wish he would. But why do you suppose he is lying
+ about you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't tell. I've never spoken to him since he left Oxford. Never
+ saw him till yesterday, riding with Mr. Porter. I suppose that reminded
+ them of me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, St. Cloud is bent on getting round him for some reason or
+ another, you may take your oath of that. Now my time's up; I shall go and
+ pick up Blake. I should think I had better not take Jack to call in Eaton
+ Square, though he'd give you a good character if he could speak; wouldn't
+ you Jack?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>Jack wagged his tail, and descended from the sofa.</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Does Blake live up here? What is he doing?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Burning the candle at both ends, and in the middle, as usual. Yes,
+ he's living near his club. He writes political articles, devilish well I
+ hear, too, and is reading for the bar; beside which he is getting into
+ society, and going out whenever he can, and fretting his soul out that he
+ isn't prime minister, or something of the kind. He won't last long at the
+ pace he's going.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I'm very sorry to hear it. But you'll come here again, Drysdale; or
+ let me come and see you? I shall be very anxious to hear what has
+ happened.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Here's my pasteboard; I shall be in town for another fortnight.
+ Drop in when you like.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ And so Drysdale and Jack went off, leaving Tom in a chaotic state of mind.
+ All his old hopes were roused again as he thought over Drysdale's
+ narrative. He could no longer sit still; so he rushed out, and walked up
+ and down the river-side walk, in the Temple gardens, where a fine breeze
+ blowing, at a pace which astonished the gate-keepers and the nursery-maids
+ and children, who were taking the air in that favorite spot. Once or twice
+ he returned to chambers, and at last found East reposing after his
+ excursion to the Docks.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East's quick eye saw at once that something had happened; and he had very
+ soon heard the whole story; upon which he deliberated for some minutes,
+ and rejoiced Tom's heart by saying: &ldquo;Ah! all up with New Zealand, I
+ see. I shall be introduced after all before we start. Come along; I must
+ stand you a dinner on the strength of the good news, and we'll drink her
+ health.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom called twice that evening at Drysdale's lodgings, but he was out. The
+ next morning he called again. Drysdale had gone to Hampton Court races,
+ and had left no message. He left a note for him, but got no answer. It was
+ trying work. Another day passed without any word from Drysdale, who seemed
+ never to be at home; and no answer to either of his letters. On the third
+ morning he heard from his father. It was just the answer which he had
+ expected—as kind a letter as could be written. Mr. Brown had suspected how
+ matters stood at one time, but had given up the idea in consequence of
+ Tom's silence; which he regretted, as possibly things might have happened
+ otherwise, had he known the state of the case. It was too late now,
+ however; and the less said the better about what might have been. As to
+ New Zealand, he should not oppose Tom's going, if, after some time, he
+ continued in his present mind. It was very natural for him just now to
+ wish to go. They would talk it over as soon as Tom came home, which Mr.
+ Brown begged him to do at once, or, at any rate, as soon as he had seen
+ his friend off. Home was the best place for him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom sighed as he folded it up; the hopes of the last three days seemed to
+ be fading away again. He spent another restless day; and by night had
+ persuaded himself that Drysdale's mission had been a complete failure, and
+ that he did not write and kept out of the way out of kindness for him.
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+&ldquo;Why, Tom, old fellow, you look as down in the mouth as ever
+to-night,&rdquo; East said, when Tom opened the door for him about
+midnight, on his return from his club; &ldquo;cheer up; you may depend
+it's all to go right.&rdquo;
+
+ &ldquo;But I haven't seen Drysdale again, and he hasn't written to
+me.&rdquo;
+ </pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There's nothing in that. He was glad enough to do you a good turn,
+ I dare say, when it came in his way, but that sort of fellow never can
+ keep anything up. He has been too much used to having his own way, and
+ following his own fancies. Don't you lose heart because he won't put
+ himself out for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, Harry, you are the best fellow, in the world. You would put a
+ backbone into anyone.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, we'll just have a quiet cheroot, and then turn in; and see if
+ you don't have good news to-morrow. How hot it is! The Strand to-night is
+ as hot as the Punjaub, and the reek of it—phah! my throat is full of it
+ still.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ East took off his coat, and was just throwing it on a chair, when he
+ stopped, and, feeling in his pocket, said—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Let's see, here's a note for you. The porter gave it to me as I
+ knocked in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom took it carelessly, but the next moment was tearing it open with
+ trembling fingers. &ldquo;From my cousin,&rdquo; he said. East watched him
+ read, and saw the blood rush to his face, and the light come into his
+ eyes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Good news, Tom, I see. Bravo, old boy. You've had a long fight for
+ it, and deserve to win.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom got up, tossed the note across the table, and began walking up and
+ down the room; his heart was too full for speech.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;May I read?&rdquo; said East, looking up. Tom nodded, and he read—
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;DEAR TOM,—I am coming to town to spend a week with them in Eaton
+ Square. Call on me to-morrow at twelve, or, if you are engaged then,
+ between three and five. I have no time to add more now, but long to see
+ you.
+ </p>
+ <p>Your loving cousin,</p>
+ <h3>KATIE</h3>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;P.S.—I will give you your parcel back to-morrow, and then you can
+ <i>burn</i> the contents yourself, or do what you like with them. Uncle
+ bids me say he shall be glad if you will come and dine to-morrow, and any
+ other day you can spare while I am here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ When he had read the note, East got up and shook hands heartily with Tom,
+ and then sat down again quietly to finish his cheroot, watching with a
+ humorous look his friend's march.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you think it is really all right now?&rdquo; Tom asked, in one
+ form or another, after every few turns; and East replied in various forms
+ of chaffing assurance that there could not be much further question on the
+ point. At last, when he had finished his cheroot, he got up, and, taking
+ his candle, said, &ldquo;Good night, Tom; when that revolution comes,
+ which you're always predicting, remember, if you're not shot or hung,
+ you'll always find a roost for you and your wife in New Zealand.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I don't feel so sure about the revolution now, Harry.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course you don't. Mind, I bargain for the dinner in Eaton
+ Square. I always told you I should dine there before I started.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The next day Tom found that he was not engaged at twelve o'clock, and was
+ able to appear in Eaton Square. He was shown up into the drawing-room, and
+ found Katie alone there. The quiet and coolness of the darkened room was
+ most grateful to him after the glare of the streets, as he sat down by her
+ side.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But Katie,&rdquo; he said, as soon as the first salutations and
+ congratulations had passed, &ldquo;how did it all happen? I can't believe
+ my senses yet. I am afraid I may wake up any minute.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, it was chiefly owing to two lucky coincidences; though no
+ doubt it would have all come right in time without them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Our meeting the other day in the street, I suppose, was one of
+ them?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes. Coming across you so suddenly, carrying the little girl,
+ reminded Mary of the day when she sprained her ankle, and you carried her
+ through Hazel Copse. Ah, you never told me <i>all</i> of that adventure,
+ either of you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;All that was necessary, Katie.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh! I have pardoned you. Uncle saw then that she was very much
+ moved at something, and guessed well enough what it was. He is so very
+ kind, and so fond of Mary, he would do anything in the world that she
+ wished. She was quite unwell that evening; so he and aunt had to go out
+ alone; and they met Mr. St. Cloud at a party, who was said to be engaged
+ to her.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;It wasn't true, then?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, never. He is a very designing man, though I believe he was
+ really in love with poor Mary. At any rate he has persecuted her for more
+ than a year. And, it is very wicked, but I am afraid he spread all those
+ reports himself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Of their engagement? Just like him!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Uncle is so good-natured, you know; and he took advantage of it,
+ and was always coming here, and riding with them. And he made Uncle
+ believe dreadful stories about you, which made him seem so unkind. He was
+ quite afraid to have you at the house.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, I saw that last year; and the second coincidence?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It happened that very night. Poor uncle was very much troubled what
+ to do; so, when he met Mr. St. Cloud, as I told you, he took him aside to
+ ask him again about you. Somehow, a gentleman who was a friend of yours at
+ Oxford overheard what was said, and came forward and explained
+ everything.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, he came and told me.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then you know more than I about it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you think Mr. Porter is convinced that I am not quite such a
+ scamp after all?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, indeed; and the boys are so delighted that they will see you
+ again. They are at home for the holidays, and so grown.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And Mary?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She is very well. You will see her before long, I dare say.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Is she at home?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;She is out riding with uncle. Now I will go up and get your parcel,
+ which I had opened at home before I got aunt's note asking me here. No
+ wonder we could never find her boot.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Katie disappeared and at the same time Tom thought he heard the sound of
+ horses' feet. Yes, and they had stopped, too. It must be Mary and her
+ father. He could not see because of the blinds and other devices for
+ keeping the room cool. But the next moment there were voices in the hall
+ below, and then a light step on the carpeted stair, which no ear but his
+ could have heard. His heart beat with heavy painful pulsations, and his
+ head swam as the door opened, and Mary in her riding-habit stood in the
+ room.
+ </p>
+ <p><br><br></p>
+ <hr>
+ <p id="link2HCH0051"></p>
+ <div style="height: 4em"><br><br><br><br></div>
+ <h2>CHAPTER L</h2>
+ <h3>THE POSTSCRIPT</h3>
+ <p>
+ Our curtain must rise once again, and it shall be on a familiar spot. Once
+ more we must place ourselves on the Hawk's Lynch, and look out over the
+ well-known view, and the happy autumn fields, ripe with the golden
+ harvest. Two people are approaching on horseback from the Barton side, who
+ have been made one since we left them at the fall of the curtain in the
+ last chapter. They ride lovingly together, close to one another, and
+ forgetful of the whole world, as they should do, for they have scarcely
+ come to the end of their honeymoon.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ They are in country costume—she in a light habit, but well cut, and
+ sitting on her as well as she sits on her dainty grey; he in shooting-coat
+ and wide-awake, with his fishing basket slung over his shoulder. They come
+ steadily up the hillside, rousing a yellow-hammer here and there from the
+ furze-bushes, and only draw bit when they have reached the very top of the
+ knoll. Then they dismount, and Tom produces two halters from his fishing
+ basket, and taking off the bridles, fastens the horses up in the shade of
+ the fir-trees, and loosens their girths, while Mary, after searching in
+ the basket, pulls out a bag, and pours out a prodigal feed of corn before
+ each of them, on the short grass.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What are you doing, you wasteful little woman? You should have put
+ the bag underneath. They won't be able to pick up half the corn.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Never mind, dear; then the birds will get it.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And you have given them enough for three feeds.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why did you put so much in the bag? Besides you know it is the last
+ feed I shall give her. Poor dear little Gypsy,&rdquo; she added, patting
+ the neck of her dapple grey; &ldquo;you have found a kind mistress for
+ her, dear, haven't you?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes; I know she will be lightly worked and well cared for,&rdquo;
+ he said shortly, turning away, and busying himself with the basket again.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But no one will ever love you, Gipsy, like your old mistress. Now
+ give me a kiss, and you shall have your treat,&rdquo; and she pulled a
+ piece of sugar out of the pocket of her riding habit; at the sight of
+ which the grey held out her beautiful nose to be fondled, and then lapped
+ up the sugar with eager lips from Mary's hand, and turned to her corn.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ The young wife tripped across, and sat down near her husband, who was
+ laying out their luncheon on the turf.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It was very kind of you think of coming here for our last
+ ride,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;I remember how charmed I was with the place
+ the first Sunday I ever spent at Englebourn, when Katie brought me up here
+ directly after breakfast, before we went to the school. Such a time ago it
+ seems—before I ever saw you. And I have never been here since. But I love
+ it most for your sake, dear. Now, tell me again all the times you have
+ been here.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Tom proceeded to recount some of his visits to the Hawk's Lynch, in which
+ we have accompanied him. Then they talked on about Katie, and East, and
+ the Englebourn people, past and present, old Betty, and Harry and his wife
+ in New Zealand, and David patching coats and tending bees, and executing
+ the Queen's justice to the best of his ability in the village at their
+ feet.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Poor David, I must get over somehow to see him before we leave
+ home. He feels your uncle's death, and the other changes in the parish,
+ more than anyone.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I am so sorry the living was sold,&rdquo; said Mary; &ldquo;Katie
+ and her husband would have made Englebourn into a little paradise.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;It could not be helped, dear. I can't say I'm sorry. There would
+ not have been work enough for him. He is better where he is, in a great
+ town-parish.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But Katie did love the place so, and was so used to it; she had
+ become quite a little queen there before her marriage. See what we women
+ have to give up for you,&rdquo; she said, playfully, turning to him. But a
+ shadow passed over his face, and he looked away without answering.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What makes you so sorrowful, dear? What are you thinking of?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Oh, nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;That isn't true. Now, tell me what it is. You have no right, you
+ know, to keep anything from me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't bear to think that you have had to sell Gipsy. You have
+ never been without a riding horse till now. You will miss your riding
+ dreadfully, I am sure, dear.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall do very well without riding. I am so proud of learning my
+ lesson from you. You will see what a poor man's wife I shall make. I have
+ been getting mamma to let me do the house-keeping, and know how a joint
+ should look, and all sorts of useful things. And I have made my own
+ house-linen. I shall soon get to hate all luxuries as much as you
+ do.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Mary, you mustn't run into extremes. I never said you ought to
+ hate all luxuries, but that almost everybody one knows is a slave to
+ them.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Well, and I hate anything that wants to make a slave of me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You are a dear little free woman. But now we are on this subject
+ again, Mary, I really want to speak to you about keeping a lady's maid. We
+ can quite afford it, and you ought to have one.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;I shall do nothing of the sort.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Not to oblige me, Mary?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, not even to oblige you. There is something to be said for dear
+ Gypsy. But, take a maid again! to do nothing but torment me, and pretend
+ to take care of my clothes, and my hair! I never knew what freedom was
+ till I got rid of poor, foolish, grumbling Higgins.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you may get a nice girl who will be a comfort to you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I never will have a woman again to do nothing but look after
+ me. It isn't fair to them. Besides, dear, you can't say that I don't look
+ better since I have done my own hair. Did you ever see it look brighter
+ than it does now?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Never; and now here is luncheon all ready.&rdquo; So they sat down
+ on the verge of the slope, and ate their cold chicken and tongue, with the
+ relish imparted by youth, a long ride, and the bracing air.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Mary was merrier and brighter than ever, but it was an effort with him to
+ respond; and soon she began to notice this, and then there was a pause,
+ which she broke at last with something of an effort.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There is that look again. What makes you look so serious, now? I
+ must know.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Was I looking serious? I beg your pardon, dearest; and I won't do
+ so again any more;&rdquo; and he smiled as he answered, but the smile
+ faded away before her steady, loving gaze, and he turned slightly from
+ her, and looked out over the vale below.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ She watched him for a short time in silence, her own fair young face
+ changing like a summer sea as the light clouds pass over it. Presently she
+ seemed to have come to some decision; for, taking off her riding hat, she
+ threw it, and her whip and gauntlets, on the turf beside her, and drawing
+ nearer to his side, laid her hand on his. He looked at her fondly, and,
+ stroking her hair, said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Take care of your complexion, Mary.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, it will take care of itself in this air, dear. Besides, you are
+ between me and the sun; and now you <i>must</i> tell me why you look so
+ serious. It is not the first time I have noticed that look. I am your
+ wife, you know, and I have a right to know your thoughts, and share all
+ your joy, and all your sorrow. I do not mean to give up any of my rights
+ which I got by marrying you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Your rights, dearest! your poor little rights, which you have
+ gained by changing name, and plighting troth. It is thinking of
+ that—thinking of what you have bought, and the Price you have paid for it,
+ which makes me sad at times, even when you are sitting by me, and laying
+ your hand on my hand, and the sweet burden of your pure life and being on
+ my soiled and baffled manhood.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But it was my own bargain, you know, dear, and I am satisfied with
+ my purchase. I paid the price with my eyes open.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Ah, if I only could feel that!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But you know that it is true.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, dearest, that is the pinch. I do not know that it is true. I
+ often feel that it is just a bit not true. It was a one-sided bargain, in
+ which one of the parties had eyes open and got all the advantage; and that
+ party was I.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I will not have you so conceited,&rdquo; she said, patting his hand
+ once or twice, and looking more bravely than ever up into his eyes.
+ &ldquo;Why should you think you were so much the cleverer of the two as to
+ get all the good out of our bargain? I am not going to allow that you were
+ so much the more quick-witted and clear-sighted. Women are said to be as
+ quick-witted as men. Perhaps it is not I who have been outwitted after
+ all.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Look at the cost, Mary. Think of what you will have to give up. You
+ cannot reckon it up yet.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What! are you going back to the riding-horses and lady's maid
+ again? I thought I had convinced you on those points.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;They are only a very small part of the price. You have left a home
+ where everybody loved you. You knew it; you were sure of it. You had felt
+ their love ever since you could remember anything.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, dear, and I feel it still. They will be all just as fond of me
+ at home, though I am your wife.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;At home! It is no longer your home.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, I have a home of my own now. A new home, with new love there to
+ live on; and an old home, with the old love to think of.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;A new home instead of an old one, a poor home instead of a rich
+ one—a home where the cry of the sorrow and suffering of the world will
+ reach you, for one in which you had—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;In which I had not you, dear. There now, that was my purchase. I
+ set my mind on having you—buying you, as that is your word. I have paid my
+ price, and got my bargain, and—you know, I was always an oddity, and
+ rather willful, am content with it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, Mary, you have bought me, and you little know, dearest, what
+ you have bought. I can scarcely bear my own selfishness at times when I
+ think of what your life might have been had I left you alone, and what it
+ must be with me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And what might it have been, dear?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, you might have married some man with plenty of money, who
+ could have given you everything to which you have been used.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall begin to think that you believe in luxuries, after all, if
+ you go on making so much of them. You must not go on preaching one thing
+ and practicing another. I am a convert to your preaching, and believe in
+ the misery of multiplying artificial wants. Your wife must have
+ none.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, but wealth and position are not to be despised. I feel that,
+ now that it is all done past recall, and I have to think of you. But the
+ loss of them is a mere nothing to what you will have to go through.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What do you mean dear? Of course we must expect some troubles, like
+ other people.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Why, I mean, Mary that you might, at least, have married a
+ contented man, some one who found the world a very good world, and was
+ satisfied with things as they are, and had light enough to steer himself
+ by; and not a fellow like me, full of all manner of doubts and
+ perplexities, who sees little but wrong in the world about him, and more
+ in himself.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;You think I should have been more comfortable?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, more comfortable and happier. What right had I to bring my
+ worries on you? For I know you can't live with me, dearest, and not be
+ bothered and annoyed when I am anxious and dissatisfied.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But what if I did not marry you to be comfortable?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;My darling, you never thought about it, and I was too selfish to
+ think for you.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;There now, you see, it's just as I said.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;How do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I mean that you are quite wrong in thinking that I have been
+ deceived. I did not marry you, dear, to be comfortable, and I did think it
+ all over; ay, over and over again. So you are not to run away with the
+ belief that you have taken me in.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I shall be glad enough to give it up, dearest, if you can convince
+ me.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then you will listen while I explain?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Yes, with all my ears and all my heart.&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You remember the year we met, when we danced and went nutting
+ together, a thoughtless boy and girl—&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Remember it! Have I ever—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You are not to interrupt. Of course you remember it all, and are
+ ready to tell me that you loved me the first moment that you saw me at the
+ window in High street. Well, perhaps I shall not object to being told it
+ at a proper time, but now I am making my confessions. I liked you then,
+ because you were Katie's cousin, and almost my first partner, and were
+ never tired of dancing, and were generally merry and pleasant, though you
+ sometimes took to lecturing, even in those days.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But, Mary—&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You are to be silent now and listen. I liked you then. But you are
+ not to look conceited and flatter yourself. It was only a girl's fancy. I
+ couldn't have married you then—given myself up to you. No, I don't think I
+ could, even on the night when fished for me out of the window with the
+ heather and heliotrope, though I kept them and have them still. And then
+ came that scene down below, at old Simon's cottage, and I thought I should
+ never wish to see you again. And then I came out in London, and went
+ abroad. I scarcely heard of you again for a year, for Katie hardly ever
+ mentioned you in her letters, and though I sometimes wished that she
+ would, and thought I should just like to know what you were doing, I was
+ too proud to ask. Meantime I went out and enjoyed myself, and had a great
+ many pretty things said to me—much prettier things than you ever said—and
+ made the acquaintance of pleasant young men, friends of papa and mamma;
+ many of them with good establishments, too. But I shall not tell you
+ anything more about them, or you will be going off about the luxuries I
+ have been used to. Then I began to hear of you again. Katie came to stay
+ with us, and I met some of your Oxford friends. Poor dear Katie! She was
+ full of you and your wild sayings and doings, half-frightened and
+ half-pleased, but all the time the best and truest friend you ever had.
+ Some of the rest were not friends at all; and I have heard many a sneer
+ and unkind word, and stories of your monstrous speeches and habits. Some
+ said you were mad; others that you liked to be eccentric; that you
+ couldn't bear to live with your equals; that you sought the society of
+ your inferiors to be flattered. I listened, and thought it all over, and,
+ being willful and eccentric myself, you know, liked more and more to hear
+ about you, and hoped I should see you again some day. I was curious to
+ judge for myself whether you were much changed for the better or the
+ worse.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And at last came the day when I saw you again, carrying the poor
+ lame child; and, after that, you know what happened. So here we are, dear,
+ and you are my husband. And you will please never to look serious again,
+ from any foolish thought that I have been taken in; that I did not know
+ what I was about when I took you, 'for better or for worse, for richer or
+ for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death us do part.' Now, what
+ have you to say for yourself?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nothing, but a great deal for you. I see more and more, my darling,
+ what a brave, generous, pitying angel I have tied to myself. But seeing
+ that makes me despise myself more.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;What! you are going to dare to disobey me already?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I can't help it dearest. All you say shows me more and more that
+ you have made all the sacrifice, and I am to get all the benefit. A man
+ like me has no right to bring such a woman as you under his burden.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;But you couldn't help yourself. It was because you were out of
+ sorts with the world, smarting with the wrongs you saw on every side,
+ struggling after something better and higher, and siding and sympathizing
+ with the poor and weak, that I loved you. We should never have been here,
+ dear, if you had been a young gentleman satisfied with himself and the
+ world, and likely to get on well in society.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, Mary, it is all very well for a man. It is a man's business.
+ But why is a woman's life to be made wretched? Why should you be dragged
+ into all my perplexities, and doubts, and dreams, and struggles?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;And why should I not?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Life should be all bright and beautiful to a woman. It is every
+ man's duty to shield her from all that can vex, or pain, or soil.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;But have women different souls from men?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;God forbid!&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Then are we not fit to share your highest hopes?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;To share our highest hopes! Yes, when we have any. But the mire and
+ clay where one sticks fast over and over again, with no high hopes or high
+ anything else in sight—a man must be a selfish brute to bring any one he
+ pretends to love into all that.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now, Tom,&rdquo; she said almost solemnly, &ldquo;you are not true
+ to yourself. Would you part with your own deepest convictions? Would you,
+ if you could, go back to the time when you cared for and thought about
+ none of these things?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>He thought a minute, and then, pressing her hand, said—</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, dearest, I would not. The consciousness of the darkness in one
+ and around one brings the longing for light. And then the light dawns,
+ through mist and fog, perhaps, but enough to pick ones way by.&rdquo; He
+ stopped a moment, and then added, &ldquo;and shines ever brighter unto the
+ perfect day. Yes, I begin to know it.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then, why not put me on your own level? Why not let me pick my way
+ by your side? Cannot a woman feel the wrongs that are going on in the
+ world? Cannot she long to see them set right, and pray that they may be
+ set right? We are not meant to sit in fine silks and look pretty, and
+ spend money, any more than you are meant to make it, and cry peace where
+ there is no peace. If a woman cannot do much herself, she can honor and
+ love a man who can.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He turned to her, and bent over her, and kissed her forehead, and kissed
+ her lips. She looked up with sparkling eyes and said—
+ </p>
+ <p>&ldquo;Am I not right, dear?&rdquo;</p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, you are right, and I have been false to my creed. You have
+ taken a load off my heart, dearest. Henceforth there shall be but one mind
+ and one soul between us. You have made me feel what it is that a man
+ wants, what is the help that is mete for him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ He looked into her eyes and kissed her again; and then rose up, for there
+ was something within him like a moving of new life, which lifted him, and
+ set him on his feet. And he stood with kindling brow, gazing into the
+ autumn air, as his heart went sorrowing, but hopefully &ldquo;sorrowing,
+ back through all the faultful past.&rdquo; And she sat on at first, and
+ watched his face, and neither spoke nor moved for some minutes. Then she
+ rose, too, and stood by his side:—
+ </p>
+ <pre>
+ And on her lover's arm she leant,
+ And round her waist she felt it fold,
+ And so across the hills they went,
+ In that new world which is the old.
+</pre
+ >
+ <p>
+ Yes, that new world, through the golden gates of which they had passed
+ together, which is the old, old world, after all, and nothing else. The
+ same old and new world it was to our fathers and mothers as it is to us,
+ and shall be to our children—a world clear and bright, and ever becoming
+ clearer and brighter to the humble, and true, and pure of heart—to every
+ man and woman who will live in it as the children of the Maker and Lord of
+ it, their Father. To them, and to them alone, is that world, old and new,
+ given, and all that is in it, fully and freely to enjoy. All others but
+ these are occupying where they have no title, &ldquo;they are sowing much,
+ but bringing in little; they eat, but have not enough; they drink, but are
+ not filled with drink; they clothe themselves, but there is none warm; and
+ he of them who earneth wages, earneth wages to put them into a bag with
+ holes.&rdquo; But these have the world and all things for a rightful and
+ rich inheritance; for they hold them as dear children of Him in whose hand
+ it and they are lying, and no power in earth or hell shall pluck them out
+ of their Father's hand.
+ </p>
+ <h3>FINIS</h3>
+
+ <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 26851 ***</div>
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