L I E) RARY OF THE U N 1VER.SITY or ILLINOIS W%5t O^ f^y/j -Jyr>y ,J>^^yy^^ u//Y^/^^^i eL< m ■^<5 TEEVLYN HOLD; SQUIRE TREVLYN'S HEIR. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://www.archive.org/details/trevlynholdorsqu01wood TREVLYN HOLD; OR, SQUIEE TEEVLYN'S HEIE. AUTHOR OF "EAST LYNNE," ''DANESBURY HOUSE," &c. IN THEEE YOLUIMES. VOL. I. LONDON: TINSLEY BEOTHEES, 18, CATHEEINE ST., STEAND, 1864. [The right of Trcuislation is reserved.] LONDON BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHXTEFRIARS. ^ .i. CONTENTS. CHAPTER. I. PAGE THE SCAELET CKAVAT 1 . . 19 30 CHAPTER II. THE HOLE IN THE GAEDEX PATH CHAPTER III. chattaway's bull CHAPTER IV. LIFE ? OR DEATH ? ^^ CHAPTER V. LOOKING ON THE DEAD 57 CHAPTER YI. THE KOMANCE OF TEEVLYN HOLD S4 CHAPTER VII. MR. RYLE's LAST "\VILL AND TESTAMENT . . .97 CHAPTER VIII. INCIPIENT REBELLION .... CHAPTER IX. EMANCIPATION 122 135 VI CONTENTS. CHAPTER X. PAGE madam's room 161 CHAPTER XI. LIKE THE SLIPPERS IN THE EASTERN STORY . . .170 CHAPTER XII. A NIGHT-BELL TJNANSWEEED 185 CHAPTER XIII. OPINIONS DIFFER 200 CHAPTER XIV. NO BREAKFAST FOR RUPERT 225 CHAPTER XV. TORMENTS FOR THE MASTER OF TREVLYN HOLD . . 241 CHAPTER XYI. MR. CHATTAWAY's OFFICE 252 CHAPTER XYI I. DEAD BEAT 271 CHAPTER XVIII. MRS. CHATTAWAY'S " OLD IMPRESSION" . . . . 282 CHAPTER XIX. A FIT OF AMIABILITY IN ORIS 301 CHAPTER XX. AN INVASION AT THE PARSONAGE 311 TEEVLYN HOLD. CHAPTER I THE SCARLET CRAVAT. The fine hot summer had faded into autumn, and the autumn would soon be fading into winter. All signs of the harvest had disappeared. The farmers had gathered the golden grain into their barns ; the meads looked bare, and the partridges hid themselves in the stubbie left by the reapers. Perched on the top of a stile which separated one field from another, was a boy of some fifteen years. Several books, a strap passed round to keep them together, were flung over his shoulder, and he sat throwing stones into a pond close by, softly whistUng as he did so. The stones came out of his pocket. Whether stored there for the purpose to which they were now being put, was best known to himself. He was a slender, well- made boy, with finely-shaped features, a clear VOL. I. B 2 TEEVLYN HOLD. complexion, and eyes dark and earnest. A refined face ; a good face — and you have not to learn that the face is the outward index of the mind mthin. An index that never fails, for those gifted with the power to read the human countenance. Before him, at a short distance, as he sat on the stile, lay the village of Barbrook. A couple of miles beyond the village was the large town of Barmester. But you could get to the town without taking the village en route. As to the village itself, there were several ways of reaching it. There was the path through the fields, right in front of the stile w^here that school-boy was sit- ting ; there was the gi'een and shady lane (knee- deep in mud sometimes) ; and there were two high roads. To look at the signs of vegetation around (not that the vegetation was of the richest kind), you would not suspect that the barren and bleak lands of coal fields lay so near. But four or five miles away in the opposite direction — that is, behind the boy and the stile — the coal pits flourished. Farm-houses were scattered within view, had the young gentleman on the stile chosen to look at them ; a few gentlemen's houses, and many cottages and hovels. To his left hand, glancing over the field and across the upper road — the road which did not lead to Barbrook, but to Barmester — on a slight eminence, rose the fine THE SCAELET CRAVAT. 3 l3ut old-fashioned mansion called Trevlyn Hold. Bearing rather to the right at the back of him was the less pretensions, bnt comfortable dwelling, called Trevlyn Farm. Trevlyn Hold, formerly the property and residence of Sqnire Trevlyn, had passed, with that gentleman's death, into the hands of Mr. Chattaway, who now lived in it ; his wife having been the squire's second daughter. Trevlyn Farm was tenanted by Mr. Ryle ; and he now sitting on the stile was Mr. Ryle's eldest son. There came, scuffling along the field-path from the village, a wan-looking, under-sized girl, as fast as her dilapidated shoes permitted her. The one shoe Avas tied on with a piece of rag ; the other, being tied on with nothing, came off perpetually, thereby impeding her progress. She had nearly gained the pond, when a boy considerably taller and stronger than the one on the stile came flying- down the field from the left, and planted himself in her way. " Now then, you little toad ! Do you want another buffeting ? " " Oh, please, sir, don't stop me ! " she cried, beginning to sob unnecessarily loud. " Father's a dpng, and mother said I was to run and tell them at the farm. Please let me go by." " Did I not order you yesterday to keep out of B 2 4 TREVLYN HOLD. these fields ? " asked tlie tall boy. " There's the lane and there are the roads open to you ; how dare you come here ? I promised you I'd shake the inside out of you if I caught you here again, and now I'll do it." " I say," called out at this juncture the lad on the stile, "you keep your hands off her." The child's ^ assailant turned sharply round at the sound. He had not seen that anybody was there. For one moment he relaxed his hold of th^ girl, but the next appeared to think better of it, and began to shake her. She turned her face, quite a sight with its tears and its dirt, towards the stile. '' Oh, Master George, make him let me go I I'm a hasting on to your house. Master George. Father, he's lying all white upon the bed ; and mother said I was to come off and tell of it." George leaped ojff the stile, and advanced. " You let her go, Cris Chattaway ! " Oris Chattaway turned his anger upon George. " Mind your own business, you beggar ! It is no concern of yours." "It is, if I choose to make it mine. Let her go, I say. Don't be a coward." " What's that you call me ? " asked Cris Chatta- way. " A coward ? Take that." He had picked up a hard clod of earth, and THE SCARLET CRAVAT. O dashed it in George Kyle's face. The boy was not one to stand a gratuitovis blow, and Mr. Chris- topher, before he knew what was coming, found himself on the ground. The girl, released, flew to the stile and scrambled over it head foremost. George stood his ground, waiting for Oris to get up ; he was less tall and strong, but he would not run away. Christopher Chattaway slowly gathered himself up. He UU8 a coward; and fighting, when it came to close quarters, was not to his mind, Stone-throwing, or water-squirting, or pea-shoot- ing — any safe annoyance that might be carried on at a distance — he was an adept in ; but hand- to-hand fighting — Cris did not relish that. " See if you don't suffer for this, George Ryle 1 " George laughed good-humouredly, and sat down on the stile as before. Cris was dusting the earth off his clothes. " You have called me a coward, and you have knocked me down. I'll put it in my memoran- dum book, George Ryle." " Put it," equably returned George. "I never knew any hut cowards set upon girls." " I'll set upon her again, if I catch her using this path. There's not a more impudent little wretch in all the parish. Let her try it, that's aU." 6 TRETV^LYN HOLD. " She has a right to use this path as much as 1 have." " Not if I choose to say she shan't use it. You- won't have the right long." " Oh, indeed ! " said George. " What is to take it from me ? " " The squke says he shall cause this way through the fields to be closed." " Who says it ? " asked George, with marked emphasis — and the sound grated on Chiis Chat- taway's ear. " The squire says so/' he roared. " Are you deaf?" *' All/' said George. " But Mr. Chattaway can't close it. My father says he has not the power." " Your father ! " contemptuously rejoined Oris Chattaway. " He would like his leave asked, perhaps. Wlien the squire says he shall do a thing, he means it." " At any rate, it is not done yet/' was the sig- nificant answer of George. " Don't boast, Oris." Oris had been making off, and was some dis- tance up the field. He turned to address George. ''You know, you beggar, that if I don't go in and polish you off, it's because I can't condescend to tarnish my hands. AVlien I fight, I like to fight with gentlepeople." And with that he turned tail, and decamped quicker than before. THE SCARLET CRAVAT. 7 " Just SO," shrieked out George. " Especially if they wear petticoats." A sly shoAver of earth came back in answer. But it hajDpened, every bit of it, to stear clear of him, and George kept his seat and his equa- nimity. " What has he been doing now, George ? " George turned his head ; the question came from some one close behind him. There stood a lovely boy of some twelve years old, his beautiful features set off by dark blue eyes and silky curls of bright auburn. " Where did you spring from, Rupert ? " " I came down by the hedge. You did not hear me. You were calling after Oris. Has he been beating you, George ? " " Beating me ! " returned George, throwing back his handsome face with a laugh. " I don't think he would like to try that on, Rupert. He could not beat me with impunity, as he does you." Rupert Trevlyn laid his cheek on the top rail of the stile, and fixed his eyes on the clear blue of the evening sky — for the sun was drawing tov/ards its setting. He was a sensitive, ro- mantic, strange sort of boy ; gentle and loving by natm-e, but given to violent fits of passion. People said he inherited the latter from his grandfather. Squire Trevlyn. Others of the 8 TREYLYX HOLD. squire's descendants had inherited the same. Under happier auspices, Rupert might haYe learnt to subdue these bursts of passion. Had he possessed a kind home and loYing friends, ho^Y different might have been his destiny ! " George, I wish my papa had lived ! " "The whole parish has need to wish that," returned George. " I wish you stood in his shoes ! That's wdiat I wish." '' Instead of Uncle Chattaway. Old Canham says I ought to stand in them. He says he thinks I shall, some time, because justice is nearly sure to come uppermost in the end." " Look here, Rupert ! " gravely returned George Ryle. " Don't you go listening to old Canham. He talks nonsense, and it will do neither of you good. If Chattaway heard but a tithe of what he sometimes says, he'd turn him from the lodge, neck and crop, in spite of Miss Diana. What is, can't be helped, you know, Rupert." " But Cris has no right to inherit Trevlyn over me." " He has the right of law, I suppose," answered George ; " at least, he will have it. Make the best of it, Ru. There are lots of things that I have to make the best of I got a caning yes- terday for another boy, and I had to make the best of that." THE SCARLET CRAVAT. y Eupert still looked up at the sky. " If it were not for Aunt Edith," quoth he, " I'd run away." " You little stupid ! Where yv ould you run to?" "Anywhere. Mr. Chattaway gave me no din- ner to-day." " Why not ? " " Because Oris carried a tale to him. But it was false, George." " Did you tell Chattaway it was false ?" " Yes. But w here's the use ? He always believes Oris before me." " Have you had no dinner ? " Rupert shook his head. " I snatched a bit of bread off the tray as they were carrying it through the hall, and a piece of fat that Oris left on his plate. That's all I had." " Then I'd advise you to make double quick haste home to your tea," said George, jumping over the stile, " as I am going to do to mine." He, George, ran swiftly across the back fields towards his home. Looking back when he was well on his way, he saw the lad, Rupert, still leaning on the stile with his face turned upward. Meanwhile the little tatterdemalion of a girl had scuffled along to Trevlyn Farm — a very moderate-sized house, with a rustic porch covered with jessamine, and a large garden, more useful 10 TREVLYN HOLD. tlian omameutal, intervening between it and the high road. The garden path, leading to the porch, was straight and narrow ; on either side rose alternately cabbage-rose-trees and holly- hocks. Gooseberries, currants, strawberries, rasp- berries ; apple, plum, and other plain fruit trees, grew amidst vegetables of various sorts. A pro- ductive garden, if not an elegant one. At the side of the house was the fold-yard palings and a five-barred gate, dividing it from the public road, and at the back of the house were situated the barns and other out-door buildinors. o From the porch the entrance led direct into a room, half sitting-room, half kitchen. It was called '' Nora's room." Nora generally sat in it ; George and his brother did their lessons in it ; the real kitchen being at the back. A parlour opening from this room on the right, whose window looked into the fold-yard, was the general sitting-room of the family. The best sitting-room, a really handsome apartment, was on the other side of the house. As the girl scuffled up to the porch, an active, biack-eyed, talkative little woman, of five or six-and-thirty, saw her approach fi'om the window of the best kitchen. It was Nora. What with the child's ragged frock and tippet, her broken straw bonnet, her slipshod shoes, and her face smeared with dirt and tears. THE SCARLET CRAVAT. 11 she looked wretched enough. Her father, Jim Sanders, was the carter to Mr. Ryle. He had been at home ill the last day or two ; or, as the phrase ran in the farm, was " off his work." '' If ever I saw such an object 1 " was Nora's exclamation. " How can her mother keep her in that state ? Just look at that Letty Sanders, Mrs. Eyle ! " Sorting large bunches of sweet herbs on a table at the back of the room, was a tall, upright woman. Her dress was plain, but her manner and bearing bespoke the lady. Those familiar with the dis- trict would have recognised in her handsome, but somewhat masculine face, a likeness to the well- formed, powerful features of the late Squire Trevlyn. She was that gentleman's eldest daugh- ter, and had given mortal umbrage to her family when she quitted Trevlyn Hold to become the second wife of Mr. Ryle. George Ryle was not her son. She had but two children : Trevlyn, a boy two years younger than George ; and a little girl of eight, named Caroline. Mrs. Ryle turned round, and glanced at the garden path and at Letty Sanders. " She is an object ! See what she wants, Nora." Nora, who had no patience with idleness and its signs, opened the door Avith a fliug. The girl 12 TKEVLYX HOLD. halted a feAv paces off the porch, and dropped a cuitsey. " Please, father be dreadful bad," began she- " He be lying on the bed and he don't stir, and he have got nothing but white in his face ; and, please, mother said I was to come and tell the missus, and ask her for a spoonful o' brandy." " And how dare your mother send you up to the house in this trim ? " demanded Nora. " How many crows did you frighten as you came along 1" " Please," whimpered the child, " she haven't had time to tidy me to-day, father's been so bad, and t'other frock vv^as tored in the washin'." " Of course," assented Nora. " Everything is ' tored ' that she has to do with, and it never gets mended. If ever there was a poor, moithering, thriftless thing, it's that mother of yours. She has got no needles and no thread, I suppose, and neither soap nor water ? " Mrs. Ryle came forward to interrupt the col- loquy. " What is the matter with your father, Letty ? Is he worse ? " Letty dropped at least ten curtseys in succes- sion. " Please, 'm, it's his inside as have been bad again, but mother's afeared he's dying. He has fell back upon the bed, and he don't stir nor breathe. She says, will you please send him a spoonful o' brandy f " THE SCARLET CRAVAT. 13 " Have you brought anything to put it in ? " in- quired Mrs. Ryle. "No,'m." " It's not likely," chimed in Nora. " Meg San- ders wouldn't think to send so much as a cracked teacup. Shall I put a drop in a bottle, and give it to her ? " continued Nora, turning to Mrs. Ryle. "No," replied Mrs. Ryle. " I must know what's the matter with him before I send brandy. You go back to your mother, Letty. Tell her I shall be going past her cottage presently, and will call m. The child turned and scuffled off. Mrs. Ryle resumed to Nora — " Should it be another attack of inward inflam- mation, brandy would be the worst thing he could take. He drinks too much, does Jim Sanders." " His inside's like a ya^\TLing ban-el — always waiting to be filled," remarked Nora. " He'd drink the sea dry if 'twas nmning with beer. What with his drinking, and her untidiness, small wonder that the children are in rags. I am sur- prised the master keeps him on 1" " He only drinks by fits and starts, Nora. His health will not let him do more." " No, it won't," acquiesced Nora. "And I mis doubt me but this bout may be the ending of him. That hole was not dug for nothing." 14 TEEVLYX HOLD. " Nonsense," said Mrs. Ryle. " Find Treve, will you, Nora ; and get him ready." " Treve," a yonng gentleman given to have his own way, and to be kept very much from school on account of " delicate health," a malady more imaginary than real, was found somewhere about the farm, and put into visiting condition. He and his mother were invited to take tea at Bar- brook. In point of fact, the invitation had been for Mrs. E-yle only ; but she could not bear to stir an}^vhere without her darling boy Trevlyn. They had barely departed when George en- tered. Nora had then got the tea on the table, and was standino^ cuttins^ slices of bread-and- butter. " "Where are they all ? " asked George, deposit- ing his books upon a small sideboard at the back. " Your mamma and Treve are off to tea at Mrs. Apperley's," replied Nora. "And the master, he rode over to Barmester this afternoon, and is not back yet. Sit down, George. Would you like a taste of pumpkin pie ? " " Try me," responded George. " Is there any 1 " '' I saved it you from dinner," said Nora, bring- ing forth a plate of pie from a closet. " It is not over much. Treve, his stomach is as craving for pies as Jim Sanders's is for beer ; and Mrs. Ryle, THE SCARLET CRAYAT. 15 she'd give him all he wanted, if it cleared the dish. He . Is that somebody calling ? " she broke off. runninor to the window. " Georo-e, it's Mr. Chattaway ! Go and see what he wants." A gentleman on horseback had reined in close to the gate : a spare man, rather above the middle height, with a pale, leaden sort of complexion, small, cold light eyes, and mean-looking featm^es. George ran down the garden path. '' Is your father at home, George ? " " No. He is gone to Barmester." A scowl passed over Mr. Chattaway's brow. " That's the third time I have been here this week, and cannot get to see him. Tell your father, George, that I have had another letter from Butt, and that I'll trouble him to attend to it. Tell your father I will not be pestered with this busi- ness any longer, and if he does not j)ay the money right off, I'll make him pay it." Somethinc^ not unlike an ice-shaft shot throuo-h George Hyle's heart. He knew there was trouble between his house and Mr. Chattaway ; that his father was, in pecuniary matters, at Mr. Chatta- way's mercy. Was this move, this message, the result of his recent encounter with Cris Chatta- way ? A hot flush died his face, and he wished — for his father's sake — that he had let Mr. Cris alone. For his father's sake he was now ready 16 TREVLYN HOLD. to eat liuml^le pie to Mr. Chattaway, though there never lived a boy less inclined to eat humble pie in a general way than was George Ryle. He went close up to the horse and raised his honest eyes fearlessly. '' Has Christopher been comjDlaining to you, Mr. Chattaway?" " No. Yf hat has he to complain of ? " " Not much," answered George, his fears subsid- ing. ''Only I know he does carry tales." "Were there no tales to carry he could not carry them," coldly remarked Mr. Chattaway. "I have not seen Christopher since dinner-time. It seems to me that you are always trying to suspect him of something. Take care that you deliver my message correctly, sir." Mr. Chattaway rode away, and George returned to his pumpkin pie. He had scarcely eaten it — with remarkable relish, for the cold dinner which he took with him to school daily was little more than a lunch — when Mr. Ryle entered. He came in by the back door, having been round to the stables to leave his horse. He was a tall, fine man, with light curling hair, mild blue eyes, and a fair countenance pleasant to look at in its honest simplicity. George delivered the message left by Mr. Chattaway. " He left me that message, did he ? " cried Mr. THE SCARLET CEAVAT. 17 Eyle, who, if he could be angered b}^ one thing, it was on this very subject — Chattaway's claims against him. " He might have kept it in until he saw me himself." " He bade me tell it you, papa." " Yes ; it is no matter to Chattaway how he browbeats me and exposes my affairs. It is what he has been at for years. Is he gone home ? " " I think so," replied George. " He rode that way." " I'll stand it no longer, and I'U tell him so to his face," continued Mr. Ryle. "Let him do his best and his worst." Snatching up his hat, Mr. Ryle strode out of the house, disdaining Nora's invitation to tea, and leaving on the table his neck shawl, a large square of soft scarlet merino, which he had worn to Barmester. Recently suffering from sore throat, Mrs. Ryle had induced him to put it on when he rode out that afternoon. '' Look there ! " cried Nora. " He has left his scarlet cravat." Snatching up the neckerchief, she ran after Mr. Ryle, catching him when he was half-way down the path. He took it from her with a hasty movement, more, as it seemed, to be rid of the importunity than as though he wanted it for use, VOL. I. c 18 TREVLYN HOLD. and went along swinging it in his hand. But he did not attempt to put it on. " It is just Hke the master," grumbled Nora to George. " He has had that warm w^oollen thing on for hours, and now goes off mthout it ! He'll get his thi'oat bad again. There's some men would go about naked, for all the care they take of their health, if it wasn't for the fear that folks might stare at them." "I am afraid," said George, "papa's gone to have it out with Mi\ Chattaway." " And serve Chattaway right if he is," returned Nora. "It is what the master has threatened this many a day." CHAPTER II. THE HOLE m THE GARDEN PATH. Later, when George was working assiduously at his lessons and Nora was sewing, both by the help of the same candle — for an an-ay of candles all alight at once was not more common than other luxuries in Mr. Ryle's house — footsteps were heard approaching the porch, and a modest knock came to the door. " Come in/' called out Nora. A very thin woman, in a washed-out cotton gown, with a thin face to match, and inflamed eyes, came in, curtseying. It was an honest face, a meek face ; although it looked as if it got a meal about once a week. "Evening, Miss Dickson ; evening, Master George. I have stepped round to ask the missis whether I shall be wanted on Tuesday." " The missis is out," said Nora. " She has been talking of putting off the wash to the week after, but I don't know that she will. If c 2 20 TEEVLYN HOLD. you sit down a bit, Ann Canham, maybe she'll be in." Ann Canham seated herself respectfully on the edge of a remote chair. And Nora, who liked gossiping above every earthly thing, began to talk of Jim Saunders's illness. " He has dreadful bouts, poor fellow ! " observed Ann Canham. " But six times out of the seven he brings them on through his own fault," tartly re- turned Nora. "Many and many a time I have told him he'd do for himself, and now I think he has done it. This bout, it strikes me is his last." " Is he so ill as that ? " exclaimed Ann Canham. And George looked up from his exercise book with surprise. " I don't know that he is," said Nora ; "but " With the word " but," Nora broke suddenly off. She dropped her work, leaned her arms upon the table, and bent her head towards Ann Canham in the distance. " We have had a strange thing happen here, Ann Canham," she continued, her voice falHng to a mysterious whisper ; " and if it's not a warning of death, never you believe me again. This morning . George, did you hear the dog in THE HOLE IX THE GARDEN PATH. 21 the night ? " she again broke the thread of her discourse to ask. " No," answered George. " Boys sleep sound," she remarked to Ann Canham. " You might drive a coach and six through their room, and not wake them. His chamber's back, too. Last night the dog got round to the front of the house," she continued, " and there he was, all night long, sighing and moaning like a human creature. You couldn't call it a howd ; it had too much pain in its sound. He ^vas at it all night long ; I couldn't sleep for it. The missis says she couldn't sleep for it. Molly heard it at times, but dropped off to sleep again ; those hard-worked servants are heavy for sleep. Well, this morning I was up first, the master next, Molly next ; but the master, he went out by the back way, and saw nothing. By-and-by, I spied something out of this Avindow on the garden path, as if somebody had been digging there ; so I went out. Ann Canham, it was for all the world like a grave ! — a great hole, with the earth of the path thrown up on either side of it. That dog had done it in the night ! " Ann Canham, possibly feeling herself incon- veniently aloof from the company when graves became the topic, surreptitiously drew her chair nearer the table. George sat, his pen an'ested ; 22 TREYLYN HOLD. his large eyes, wide open, were turned on Nora — not with a gaze of fear, however — more one of merriment. "A great big hole, about t^-ice the length of our rolling-pin, and mde in proportion, all hol- lowed and scratched out," went on Nora. "I called the cow-boy, and asked him what it looked like. ' A grave,' says he, without a minute's hesi- tation. Molly came out, and they two filled it in again, and trod the path down. The marks of it have been plain enough to be seen all day. The master has been talking a long while of having that path gi'avelled, but it has not been done." " And the hole was scratted out by the dog ? " proceeded Ann Canham, unable to overget the wonder. " It was scratted out by the dog," emphatically answered Nora, using the same phraseology in her earnestness. " And everybody knows what it's a sign of — that there's death coming to the house, or to somebody belonging to the bouse. Whether it's your own dog that scratches it, or whether it's somebody else's dog comes and scratches it, no matter ; when a hole is made in that manner, it's a sure and certain sign that a real grave is about to be dug. It may not happen once in fifty years — no, not in a hundred ; but when it does come, it's a warning not to be neglected." THE HOLE IX THE GARDEX PATH. 23 " It's odd how the dogs can know ! " remarked Ann Canham, meekly. " Those dumb animals have an instinct within them that we can't understand," said I^ora. " We have had that dog ever so many years, and he never did such a thing before. I^ely upon it that it's Jim Sanders's warning. How you stare, George ! " . " Well I may stare, to hear you," was George's answer. "How can you put faith in such rubbish, Nora 1 " " Just hark at him ! " exclaimed Nora to Ann Canham. " Boys are half heathens. I'd not laugh in that irreverent way, if I were you, George, because Jim Sanders's time is come." " I am not laughing at that," said George ; " I am laughing at you. Look here, Nora : your argument won't hold water. If the dog had meant to give notice that he was digging a hole for Jim Sanders, he would have dug it before his door, wouldn't he, not before ours ? There is no reason in it." " Go on ! go on ! " cried Nora, sarcastically. " It's no profit to argue with disbelieving boys. They'd stand it out to your face that the sun never shone." Ann Canham rose from her chair, and put it back to its place with much humility. Indeed, humility 24 TREVLYN HOLD. of manner and temperament was her chief charac- teristic. "I'll come round in the morning, and know about the wash, if you please, ma'am," she said to Nora. " Father, he'll be want- ing his supper, and will wonder where I'm a-staying." She departed. Nora gave George a lecture upon disbelief and irreverence in general, but George was too busy with his books to take much notice of it. The evening went on. Mrs. Ryle and Trevlyn returned, a diminutive boy the latter, mth dark curls and a handsome face. " Jim Sanders is considerably better," remarked Mrs. Ryle. " He is all right again now, and will be at work again in a day or two. It must have been a sort of fainting fit he had this afternoon, and his wife got frightened. I told him to rest to-morrow, and come up the next day, if he felt strong enough." George turned to Nora, his eyes dancing, " What of the hole now 1 " he asked. " Wait and see," snapjoed Nora. " And if you are impertinent, George, I'll never save you pie or pudding again." Mrs. Ryle went into the contiguous sitting- room, but came back speedily when she found it in darkness and untenanted. " Where's the mas- THE HOLE IX THE GARDEX PATH. 25 ter ? " she exclaimed. " Surely lie is home from Barmester ! " "Papa has been home ages ago," said George. " He's gone up to the Hold." " Up to the Hold; " repeated Mrs. Eyle in gTeat surprise, for there was something like deadly feud between Trevlyn Hold and Trevlyn Farm. " George explained ; telling of Mr. Chattaway's message, and the subsequent proceedings upon it. Nora added her word, that " as sure as fate, he was having it out with Chattaway." Nothing else would keep him at Trevl}m Hold. But Mrs. Ryle knew that her husband, meek- spmted, easy-natured, was not one to "have it out" with anybody, even with his enemy Chatta- way. He might say a few words, but it was all he would say, and the interview would be sure to end almost as soon as begun. She took off her things, and Molly carried the supper-tray into the par- lour. But still there was no Mr. Eyle. Ten o'clock struck, and Mrs. Eyle grew, not exactly uneasy, but curious, as to Avhat could have become of him. What could he be stopping for at the Hold ? " It wouldn't surprise me to hear that his throat has been taken so bad he can't come back," said Nora. " Closing up, or something. He unwound his scarlet cravat from his neck, and went away 26 TEEVLYN HOLD. swinging it in his hand, instead of giving his neck the benefit of it. There's John Pinder waiting all this while in the kitchen." " Have you finished your lessons, George ? " asked Mrs. Ryle, perceiving that he was putting his books away. " Every one," answered George. " Then you shall go up to the Hold, and walk home with your papa. I cannot think T\^hat he can be staying for." " Perhaps he has gone somewhere else ? " said George. " No," said Mrs. Ryle. " He would neither go anyAvhere else, nor, I think, stop at Chattaway's. This is Tuesday evening." An argument all conclusive. Tuesday evening was invariably devoted by Mr. Ryle to his farm accounts, and he never suffered anything to inter- fere with that evening's work. George threw his cap on his head, and started on his errand. It was a starlisrht niofht, cold and clear, and George went along whistling. A quarter of an hour's walk along the turnpike road brought him to Trevlyn Hold. The road rose gently the whole of the way, for the land was higher at Trevl3m Hold than at Trevlyn Farm, A white gate, by the side of a lodge, opened to the shrubbery or avenue — a dark walk, wide enough for two car- THE HOLE IN THE GARDEN PATH. 27 riages to pass abreast, with the elm trees nearly meeting over head. The shrubbery, wound up to a lawn, which stretched before the windows of the house : an old-fashioned, commodious, stone-built house, with cables to the roof, and a handsome flight of steps before the entrance hall. George ascended the steps and rang the bell. " Is papa ready to come home V he asked, not very ceremoniously, of the servant who answered it. '' The man paused, as though he scarcely under- stood. " Mr. Ryle is not here, sir," was the answer. "How long has he been gone?" resumed George. " He has not been here at all, sir, that I know of. I don't think he has." "Just ask, will you?" said George. " He came here to see Mr. Chattaway. It was about five o'clock." The man went away and came back. "Mr. Eyle has not been here, sir. I thought he had not." George wondered. Could he be out somewhere with Chattaway ? " Is Mr. Chattaway at home ?" he inquired " Master is in bed," said the servant. " He came home to-day about five, or thereabouts, not feeling well, and he went to bed as soon as tea was over." 28 TREVLYN HOLD. George turned away. Where could, his father have gone to, if not to Mr. Chattaway's ? Where was he to look for him ? As he passed the lodge, Ann Canham was locking the gate, she and her father being its keepers. It was a whim of Mr. Chattaway's that the large gate should be locked at night ; but not until after ten. Foot passengers could go in by the small gate at its side. " Have you seen my father any^vhere, since you left our house this evening ? " he asked. " No, I have not, Master George." " I can't think where he can be. I thought he w^as at Chattaway's, but they say he has not been there." " At Chattaway's ! He'd not go there, would he, Master George ? " " He started to go there this afternoon. It's very odd where he can have gone ! Good night, Ann Canham." " Master George," she inten'upted, " do you happen to have heard how it's going with Jim Sanders ?" " Oh, he is better," said George. " Better ! " slowly repeated Ann Canham. "Well, I hope he is," she added, in a tone of much doubt. " But, Master George, I didn't like what Nora told us. I can't bear them tokens from dumb animals. I never kneAv them fail." THE HOLE IN THE GARDEN PATH. 29 '' Jim Sanders is all right, I tell you, Ann Can- ham," said heathen George. " Mamma has been there, and he is coming to his work the day after to-moiTOw. Good night." " Good night, sir," answered Ann Canham, in her usual humble fashion, as she retreated mthin the lodge. And George went through the gate, and stood there in hesitation, looking up and do\\m the road. But it was apparently of no use to go elsewhere in the uncertainty ; and he turned back towards home, wondering much. What had become of Mr. Ryle ? CHAPTER III. chattaway's bull. The stars shone bright and clear overhead as George Ryle walked down the slight descent of the smooth turnpike road, wondering what could have become of his father. Any other night but this, Tuesday, his mind might have raised no marvel about it ; but George could not remember the time when Tuesday evening had been devoted to anything but the farm accounts. John Finder, who acted as a sort of bailiff, had been waiting in the kitchen some hours with his weekly memorandums, to go through them as usual with his master ; and George knew that his father would not willingly keep the man waiting. George went along whistling a tune; he was fond of whistling. About midway between Trevlyn Hold and his own house, the sound of some other tune being whistled struck upon his ear, marring the unity of his own. A turn in the CHATTA way's BULL. ol road brought a lad into view, wearing a smock frock. It was the waggoner's boy at Trevlyn Hold. He ceased whistling when he came up to George, and touched his hat in a rustic fashion. " Have you seen anything of my father, Bill ?" " Not since this afternoon, Master George," was the answer. " I see him then. He was a-turning into that there field of our'n, just above here, next to where the bull be. A-going up to the Hold, mayhap ; else what should he a do there V " What time was that ?'"' asked George. The boy tilted his hat to scratch his head ; possibly in the hope that the action might help him in his elucidation of the time asked for. " 'Twas afore the sun setted," said he, at length, " I am sure o' that. He had got some'at red in his hand, and the sun gloamed on it enough to set one's eyes a- dazzling." The boy went on his way; George stood and thought. If his father had turned into the field indicated, there could be no doubt that he was hastening to Mr. Chattaway's. The crossing of this field and the one contiguous to it, both of them of large dimensions, would bring a passenger out close to Trevlyn Hold, cutting off, perhaps, two minutes of the high road, which wound round the fields. But the fields were scarcely ever so favoured, on account of the bull This buU had 32 TREVLYX HOLD. been a subject of much contention in the neigh- bourhood, and was popularly called " Chatta way's bull." It was a savage animal, and had once 2'ot out of the field and frightened several people nearly to death. The neighbours said Mr. Chat- taway ought to keep him in his shed, under safe lock and key. Mr. Chattaway said he should keep him where he pleased : and he generally pleased to keep him in the field. This ban-ed it to pedestrians ; and Mi\ Kyle must undoubtedly have been in hot haste to reach Trevlyn Hold for him to choose that dangerous route. A hundred fears darted through George Ryle's mind. He was more thoughtful, it may be said more imaginative, than boys of his age in general are. George and Oris Chattaway had once had a run from the bull, and only saved themselves by desperate speed. Venturing into the field one day when the animal was apparently gi-azing quietly in a remote corner, they had not antici- pated his making an onset at them. George remembered this ; he remembered the terror excited when the bull had broken loose. Had his father been attacked by the bull? — perhaps kiHed ? His heart beating, his life-blood bounding, George retraced his steps, and turned into the first field. He hastened across it, glancing keenly chattaway's bull. 33 on all sides — as keenly, at least, as the niglit allowed him. Not in this field would be the danger, since it was an interdicted field to the bull ; and George gained the gate of the other, and stood looking into it. Apparently it was quite empty. The bull was probably safe in his shed then, in Chattaway's farm-yard. George could see nothing — nothing save the short grass stretched out in the starlight. He threw his eyes in every direction of the exten- sive plain, but he could not perceive his father, or any trace of him. "What a simpleton I am," thought George, "to fear such an out-of- the-way thing could have happened ! Papa must -' What was that 1 George brought his sentence to an abrupt conclusion, and held his breath. A sound, not unlike a groan, had smote upon his ear. And there it came again ! " Holloa ! " shouted George, and cleared the gate with a bound. "What's that? Who is it?" A moan answered him ; a succession of moans ; and George Ryle hastened to the spot, guided by the sound. It was but a little way off, down along by the hedge separating the two fields. All the undefined fear, which George, not a minute ago, had felt inclined to treat as a vagary of an absurd imagination, was indeed but a dread VOL. I. D M TEEVLYX HOLD. prevision of the terrible reality. Mr. Kyle lay in a narrow, deep, dry ditcli : and, but for that friendly ditch, he had probably been gored to death on the spot. "Who is it?" asked he feebly, as his son bent over him, trjdng to distingTiish what he could in the darkness. " George ?" " O papa ! what has happened ?" . "Just my death, lad." It was a sad tale. One that is often talked of in the place, in connection with Chattaway's bull. In crossing the second field — indeed, as soon as he entered it — Mr. Ryle was attacked by the furious beast, and tossed into the ditch, where he lay helpless. The people said then, and say stiU, that the scarlet cloth he carried excited the anger of the bull George raised his voice in a loud shout for help, hoping it might reach the ears of the boy whom he had recently encountered. " Perhaps I can get you out, joapa," he said. " Though I may not be able myself to get you home." "No, George; it will take stronger help than yours to get me out of this." " I had better go up to the Hold, then. It is nearer than our house." " George, you will not go to the Hold," said Mr. Ryle authoritatively. " I vnll not be beholden for chattaway's bull. 35 help to Chattaway. He has been the i-uin of my peace, and now his bull has done for me." George bent down closer. There was no room for him -to get into the ditch ; it was very narrow. *' Papa, are you shivering with cold? " " With cold and pain. The frost strikes keen upon me, and my inward pain is great." George instantly took off his jacket and waist- coat, and laid them gently on his father, his tears dropping fast and silently in the dark night. " I'll go home for help," he said, speaking as bravely as he could. " John Pinder is there, and we can call up one or two of the men." " Ay, do," said Mr. Ryle. " They must bring a shutter, and carry me home on it. Take care you don't frighten your mamma, George. Tell her at first that I am a little hurt and can't walk home ; break it to her in a way so that she may not be alarmed." George flew away. At the end of the second field, staring over its space from the top of the gate near the high road, stood the boy, Bill, whose ears George's shouts had reached. He was not a very sharp-witted lad, and his eyes and mouth opened with astonishment to see George Ryle come flying along in his shirt sleeves. " What's a-gate ? " asked he. " Be that there bull got loose again ? " D 2 36 TREVLYN HOLD. " Bill, you run down for your life to the second field/' panted George, seizing upon him in his desperation. "In the ditch, a few yards along the hedge to the right, there's my father lying. You go and stop by him, until I come back with help." " Lying in the ditch I " repeated Bill, unable to gather his ideas upon the communication. "What's a-done it, Master George ? Drink ? " " Drink ! " indignantly retorted George. " When did you know Mr. Ryle the worse for drink 1 It's Chattaway's bull ; that's what has done it. Make haste down to him. Bill. You might hear his groans all this way if you listened." " Is the bull there ? " asked Bill, as a measure of precaution. " I have seen no bull. The bull must have been in his shed hours ago. Stand by him, Bill, and I'll give you sixpence to-mon'ow." They separated different ways. Tears falling, brain working, legs flying, George tore down the road, wondering how he should fulfil the injunction of his father not to frighten Mrs. Ryle in the telling of the news. Molly, very probably looking after her sweetheart, was standing at the fold-yard gate as he passed it. George made her go into the house the front way and whisper to Nora to come out ; to tell her that " somebody " wanted to speak to her. Molly, a good-natured girl, obeyed ; chattaway's bull. 37 but so bungliugiy did she execute her commission, that not only Nora, but Mrs. Kyle and Trevljm came flocking out wonderingly to the porch. George could only go in then. " Don't be frightened, mamma," he said, in an- swer to their shower of questions, " Papa has had a fall, and — and says he cannot Avalk home. Perhaps his ankle's sprained." "What has become of your jacket and waist- coat, you naughty boy ? " cried out Nora, laying hold of George as if she meant to shake him. " Don't, Nora. They are safe enough. Is John Pinder still in the kitchen ? " continued George, escaping from the room. Trevl5m ran after him. " I say George, have you been fighting?" he asked. "Is your jacket torn to ribbons ? " George drew the boy into a dark angle of the passage. "Treve/' he whispered, "if I tell you something about papa, you won't cry out ? " " No, I won't cry out," answered Treve. " We must get a stretcher of some sort up to him, to bring him home. I am going to consult John Pinder. He " " Wliere is papa ? " interrupted Treve. " He is lying in a ditch in the large meadow. Chattaway's bull has attacked him. I am not sure but he will die." 38 TEE^TLYX HOLD. The first thing Treve did, vxts to cry out. A great shriek. George clapped his hand before his mouth. But Mrs. Kyle and Nora, who were full of curiosity, both as to George's jacketless state, and George's news, had followed them into the passage, and were standing by. Treve began to cry. " He has got dreadful news about papa, he says," sobbed Treve. " He thinks he's dead." It was all over. George must tell now, and he could not help himself "No, no, Treve, you should not exaggerate," he said turning to Mrs. Kyle in liis pain and earnestness. " There is an accident, mamma ; but it is not so bad as that." Mrs. Ryle retained perfect composure ; very few- people had ever seen her ruffled. It was not in her nature to be so, and her husband had little need to give George the caution that he did give him. She laid her hand upon George's shoulder and looked calmly into his face. " TeU me the truth," she said in a tone of quiet command. " What is the injury ? " " I do not know it yet " " Tlie truth, boy, I said," she sternly interposed. " Indeed, mamma, I do not yet know what it is. He has been attacked by Chattaway's bull." It was Nora's turn now to shriek. " By Chatta- way's bull ? " she uttered. chattaway's bull. o9 " Yes," said George. " It must have happened immediately after he left here at tea-time, and he has been lying ever since in the ditch in the upper meadow. I covered him over with my jacket and waistcoat ; he was shivering with cold and pain." While George was talking, Mrs. Ryle was act- ing. She sought John Pinder and issued her orders clearly and concisely. Men were got to- gether ; a mattress mth secure holders was made ready ; and the procession started under the con- voy of George, who had been made put on another jacket by Nora. Bill, the wagoner's boy, had been faithful, and was found by the side of Mr. Ryle. " I'm glad you be come," was the boy's saluta- tion. " He have been groaning and shivering awful. It set me on to shiver too."* As if to escape from the shivering, Bill ran off, there and then, at his utmost speed across the field, and never drew breath until he reached Trevljm Hold. In spite of his somewhat stolid properties, he felt a sort of pride in being the first to impart the story there. Entering the house by the back, or farm-yard door — for fanning was earned on at Trevlyn Hold as well as at Trevlyn Farm he passed through sundry pas- sages to the well-hghted hall. There he seemed to hesitate at his temerity, but at length gave an 40 TREVLYN HOLD. awkward knock at the door of the q-eneral sitting;"- room. A commodious and handsome room. Lying back in an easy chair was a pretty and pleasing woman, looking considerably younger than she really was. Small features, a profusion of curling- auburn hair, light blue eyes, a soft, yielding ex- pression of countenance, and a gentle voice, were many of them adjuncts of a young woman, rather than of one approaching middle age. A stranger, entering, might have taken her for a young un- manned woman ; and yet she was the mistress of Trevlyn Hold, the mother of that great girl of sixteen at the table, now playing at backgam- mon and quarrelling with her brother Christopher. Mistress in name only. Although the wife of its master, Mr. Chattaway, and the daughter of its late master, Squire Trevlyn ; although she was universally called 3fadam Chattaway — as it had been customary from time immemorial to desig- nate the mistress of Trevlyn Hold — she was in fact no better than a nonentity in it, possessing little authority, and assuming less. She has been telling her children several times that their hour for bed has passed ; she has begged them not to quarrel ; she has suggested that if they will not go to bed, Maude should ; but she may as well have talked to the winds. chattaway's bull. 41 Miss Chattaway possesses a will of lier o^\ii. She has the same insignificant features, the pale leaden complexion, the small but sly and keen light eyes, that characterise her father. She would like to hold undisputed sway as the house's mistress ; but the inclination has to be concealed ; to be kept imder ; for the real mistress of Trevlyn Hold may not be displaced from power. She is sitting at the back there, at a table apart, bending over her desk. A tall, majestic lady, in a stiff green silk dress and an imposing cap, in person very like Mrs. K,yle. It is Miss Trevlyn, usually called Miss Diana, the youngest daughter of the late squke. You would take her to be ten years older at least than her sister, Mrs. Chattaway, but in point of fact she is that lady's junior by a year. Miss Trevlyn is, to all intents and purposes, the mistress of Trevl3Ti Hold, and she niles mth a firm sway its internal economy. " Maude, you should go to bed," Mrs. Chattaway had said for the fourth or fifth time. A gi'aceful girl of thirteen turned her dark, violet-blue eyes and her pretty light curls round to Mrs. Chattaway. She had been leaning on the table watching the backgammon. Something of the soft, sweet expression visible in Mrs. Chattaway's face might be traced in this child's ; but in her, Maude, it was blended with greater intellect. 42 TREVLYX HOLD. "It is not my fault, Aunt Edith/' she gently said. " I should like to go. I am tired." " Will you be quiet, Maude 1 " broke from Miss Chattaway. " Mamma, I wish you'd not be so tiresome, worrying about bed ! I don't choose Maude to go up until I go. She helps me to undress." Poor Maude looked sleepy. " I can be going on, Octave," she said to Miss Chattaway. "I can be saying my prayers." •' You can hold your tongue and wait where you are, and not be ungrateful," was the response of Octavia Chattaway. " But for my papa's kindness, you'd not have a bed to go to. Cris, you are cheatinof ! that was not double-six ! " It was at this juncture that the awkward knock came to the door. " Come in ! "' called out Mrs. Chattaway. Either her soft voice was not heard, for Cris and his sister were loud just then, or else the boy's modesty did not allow him to respond. He knocked again. "See who it is, Cris," came forth the ringing, decisive voice of Miss Trevl}Ti. Cris did not choose to obey. " Open the door, Maude," said he. Maude did as she was bid : she had little chance allowed her in that house of doing othenvise. chattaway's bull. 4S Opening the door, she saw the boy standing there. " What is it, Bill ? " she asked in some surprise. " Please, is the squire in there. Miss Maude ? " " No," answered Maude. " He is gone to bed : he is not well." This appeared to be a poser for Bill, and he stood to consider. '' Is Madam in there ? " he presently asked. " Who is it, Maude ? " came again in Miss Trev- lyn's commanding tones. Maude turned her head. "It is Bill Webb, Aunt Diana." "What does he want?" Bill stepped in then. "Please, Miss Diana, I came to tell the squire the news. I thought he might be angry of me if I did not come, seeing as I knowed of it." " The news ? " repeated Miss Diana, looking im- periously at Bill. " Of the mischief what the bull have done. He have gone and gored Farmer Ryle." The words arrested the attention of all. They came forward, as with one impulse. Oris and his sister, in their haste to quit their backgammon, upset the board. " What do you say, Bill ? " gasped Mrs. Chatta- way, with a white face and faltering tongue. " It's true, ma'am," said Bill. " The bull set on 44 TREVLYN HOLD. him this afternoon, and tossed him into the ditch. Master George found him there a short while a-gone, groaning a^^^ul." There was a sad pause. Maude broke the silence with a sob of pain^ and Mrs. Chattaway, in her consternation, laid hold of the arm of the boy. " Bill, I — I — hope he is not much injured ! " "He says as it's his death, ma'am," answered Bill. " John Binder and others have brought a bed, and they be canying of him home on it." " What brought IVIi-. Ryle in that field ? " asked Miss Diana. " He telled me, ma'am, as he was a-coming up here to see the squire, and took that way to save time." Mrs. Chattaway fell a little back. " Oris," said she to her son, " go down to the farm and see what the injury is. I cannot slee^D in the uncertainty. It may be fatal." Oris tossed his head. " You know, mother, I'd do anything almost to oblige you," he said, in his smooth accent, which seemed to carry a false sound with it, " but I can't go to the farm. Mrs. Kyle might insult me : there's no love lost between us." " If the accident happened this afternoon, how was it that it was not discovered when the bull was fetched in from the field to his shed to-night?'* chattaway's bull. 45 cried Miss Trevlyn, speaking as much to herself as to anybody else. Bill shook his head. " I dun know," he replied. "For one thing, Mr. Kyle was right down in the ditch and could' nt be seen. And the bull, maybe, had went to the top o' the field then, Miss Diana, where the groaning wouldn't be heard." " If I had but been listened to ! " exclaimed Mrs. Chattaway, in a waihng accent. "How many a time have I asked that the bull should be parted with, before he did some irreparable injury. And now it has come ! " CHAPTER lY. LIFE? OR DEATH? Mr. Ryle was carried home on the mattress, and laid on the large table in the sitting room, by the surgeon's directions. Mrs. Ryle, clear of head and calm of judgment, had sent for medical ad^dce even before sending for her husband. The only available doctor for immediate purposes was Mr. King. He lived near, about midway between the farm and the village. He attended at once, and was at the house before his patient. Mrs. Kyle had sent also to Barmester for another surgeon, but he could not arrive just yet. It was by Mr. King's direction that the mattress and he who lay upon it was lifted on to the large table in the parlour. " Better there ; better there," acquiesced the sufferer, when he heard the order given. " I don't know how they'd get me u}^ the winding stairs." Mr. King, a man getting in years, was left alone LIFE? OR DEATH? 47 with his patient. The examination over, he came forth from the room and sought Mrs. Ryle, who was waiting for the report. "The internal injmies are extensive, I fear," he said. " They he chiefly here " — touching his chest and right side. " Will he live, Mr. King ? " she inteiTupted. " Do not temporise, but let me know the truth. Can he live?" " You have asked me a question that I cannot yet answer," returned the surgeon. " My exami- nation has been superficial and hasty : I was alone in making it, and I knew you were anxiously waiting. With the help of Mr. Benage, we may be able to arrive at some more decisive opinion. I do fear the injuries are great." Yes, they were great ; and nothing could be done, as it seemed, to remedy them or alleviate the pain. Mr. Ryle lay on the bed helpless, giving vent to his regret and anguish in somewhat homely phraseology. It was the phraseology of the simple farm house ; that to which he had been accustomed ; it was not likely he would change it now. By descent gentlemen, he and his father had been content to live as j)lain farmers only, in speech as well as in work. He lay there groaning, lamenting his impru- dence, now it was too late, in venturing mthin the 48 TREVLYN HOLD. reach of that dangerous animal. The rest waited anxiously and restlessly the appearance of the surgeon. For Mr. Benage of Barmester had a world-wide reputation, and such men seem to bring comfort with them. If anybody could apply healing remedies to the injuries and save his life, it was Mr. Benage, George Ryle had taken up his station at the garden gate. His hands clasping it, his head lying lightly on its iron spikes at the top, he was listening for the sound of the gig which had been dispatched to Barmester. Nora at length came out to him. " You'll catch cold, George, stopping there in the keen night air." " The air won't hurt me to-night. Listen, Nora ! I thought I heard something. They might be back by this." He was right. The gig was bowling swiftly up, containing the well-known surgeon and the mes- senger that had been dispatched for him. The surgeon, a little man, quick and active, was out of the gig before it had well stopped, passed George and Nora with a nod, and entered the house. A short while and the worst was known. There would be but a few more hours of life for Mr. Ryle. LIFE? OR DEATH? 4d Mr. King would remain, doing what he could to comfort, to soothe pain. Mr. Benage must return to Barmester, for he was wanted there ; and the horse was put to the gig again to convey him. Some refreshment was offered him, but he dechned it. ISTora waylaid him in the garden as he was going down it to the gig, and caught him by the ai'm. " Will the master see to-morrow's sun, sir ? " " It's rising, he may. He will not see its setting." Can you picture to yourselves what that night was, for the house and its inmates ? In the parlour, gathered round the table on which lay the dying man, were Mrs. Ryle, George and Trevlyn, the surgeon, and sometimes Nora. In the room outside was collected a larger group : John Finder, the men who had borne him home, and Molly ; with a few others whom the news of the accident had brought together. Mrs. Kyle stood close to her husband. George and Trevlyn seemed scarcely to know where to stand, or what to do with themselves ; and Mr. King sat in a chair in the recess of the bay window. They had placed a pillow under Mr. Kyle's head, and covered him over with blankets and a countei-pane ; a stranger would judge him to be lying on a bed. He looked gi'ievously wan VOL. I. E 50 TREVLYN HOLD. and the surgeon administered something to him in a glass from time to time. " Come here, boys/' he suddenly said ; " come close to me." They approached close, as he said, and leaned over him. He took a hand of each. George swallowed down his tears in the best way that he could. Trevlyn looked scared and frightened. " Children^ I am going. It has pleased God to cut me off in the midst of my career, just when I had the least thoughts of death. I don't know how it will be with you, my dear ones, or how it will be with the old home. Chattaway can sell up everything if he chooses ; and I fear there's little hope but he'll do it. If he'd let your mother stop on, she might keep things together, and get clear of him in time. George will be growing up more of a man every day, and he may soon learn to be useful in the farm, if his mother thinks well to keep him on it. Maude, you'll do the best for them? For him, as well as for the younger ones ? " "I will," said Mrs. Ryle. " Ay, I know you will. I leave them all to you, and you'll act for the best. I think it's well that George should be upon the farm, as I am taken from it ; but you and he will see. Treve, you must do the best you can at whatever station you LIFE ? OR DEATH ? 51 are called to. I don't know what it will be. My boys, there's nothing before you but to work. Do you understand that ? " " Fully," was George's answer. Treve seemed too bewildered to give one. " To work with all your might ; your shoulders to the wheel. Do your best in all ways. Be honest and single-hearted in the sight of God ; work for Him while you are working for your- selves, and then He will prosper you. I wish I had worked for Him more than I have done ! " A pause, broken only by the heavy sobs of George, who could no longer control them. " My days seem to have been made up of nothing but struggling, and quarrelling, and care. Strug- gling to keep my head above water, and quarrelling with Chattaway. The end seemed a far-off vista, ages away, something like heaven seems. And now the end's come, and heaven's come — that is, I must set out upon the journey that leads to it. I misdoubt me but the end comes to many in the same sudden way ; cutting them off in their care- lessness, and their sins. Do not you spend your days in quarrelling, my boys ; just be working on a bit for the end, while there's time given you to do it. I don't know how it will be in the world I am about to enter. Some fancy that v/hen once we have entered it, we shall see what is going on here, E 2 52 TREVLYN HOLD. in our families and homes. For that thought, if for no other, I'd ask you to try and keep right. If you were to go -wTong, think how it would grieve me ! I should always be wailing out that I might have trained you better, and had not. children ! it is only when we come to lie here that we see all our shortcomings. You'd not like to grieve me, George ? " " papa, no ! " said George, his sobs deepening. "Indeed I will try to do my best. I shall be thinking always that perhaps you are watching me." "There's One greater than I always watching you, George. And that's God. Act well in his sight ; not in mine. Doctor, I must have that stuff again. I feel a queer sinking in my inside." Mr. King rose, poured some drops into a -wine- glass of water, and administered it. The patient lay a few moments, and then took his sons' hands, as before. " And now, children, for my last charge to you. Reverence and love your mother. Obey her in all things. George, she is not your mother by blood, but you have never known another, and she has been to you as such. Listen to her always, and she will lead you aright. If I had listened to her, 1 shouldn't be lying where I am now, with my side stove in. A week or two ago I wanted to get the LIFE ? OR DEATH ? 53 character of that out-door man from Chattaway. ' Don't go through the field with the bull in it,' she said to me before I started. ' The bull won't hurt me,' I answered her. ' He knows me as well as he knows his master.' 'Thomas, don't trust him,' she said to me again. ' Better keep where he can't touch 3^ou.' Do you remember it, Maude?" Mrs. Ryle simply bowed her head in reply. That she Avas feeling the scene deeply there could be little doubt ; but emotion she would not show. "Well, I heeded what your mother said, and went up to Chattaway's by the roadway, avoiding the fields," resumed Mr. Ryle. " This last after- noon, when I was going up again and had got to the field gate, I turned to it, for it cut off a few steps of the way, and my temper was up. When people's tempers are up, they don't stop to go a round ; if there's a long way and a short way, they'll take the shortest. I thought of what she'd say, as I swung in, but I didn't let it stop me. It must have been that red neckerchief that put him up, for I was no sooner over the gate than he bellowed out savagely and butted at me. It was all over in a minute ; I was in the ditch, and he went on, bellowing and tossing and tearing at the cloth. If you go to-moiTow, youll see it in shreds 54 TRE^XYX HOLD. about the field. Cliildren, obey yonr mother ; there'll be double the necessity for it when I am gone." The boys had been obedient hitherto. At least, George had. Trevlyn was too much indulged to be perfectly so. George promised that he would be so still. " I wish I could have seen the little wench," resumed the dying man, the tears gathering on his eyelashes. " But may-be it's for the best that she's away, for I'd hardly have borne to part with her. Maude ! George ! Treve ! I leave her to you all. Do the best you can by her. I don't know that she'll be spared to grow up, for she's but a delicate little mite : but that mil be as God pleases. I wish I could have stopped with you all a bit longer — if it's not sinful to wish contrary to God's will. Is Mr. King there ? " Mr. King had resumed his seat in the bay window, and was partially hidden by the curtain. He came forward. " Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Ryle ? " "I'd be obliged if you'd just T\Tite out a few directions. I'd like to write them myself, but it can't be ; you'll put down the words just as I speak them. I have not made my will. My wife has said to me often, ' Thomas, you ought to make a -svill ; ' and I knew I ought, but I put it off, and LIFE? OR DEATH? 55 « put it off, thinking I could do it any time ; but now the end's come, and it is not done. Death surprises a gi'eat many, I fear, as he has surprised me. It seems that if I could only have one day more of health, I would do many things that I have left undone. You shall j)ut down my wishes, doctor. It will do as well ; for there's only themselves, and they won't dispute one with the other. Let a little table be brought here, and pen and ink and paper." He lay quiet while these directions were obeyed, and then began to speak again. " I am in very little pain, considering that I am going ; not half as much as when I lay doubled in that ditch. Thank God for it ! It might have been, that I could not have left a written line, or said a word of farewell to you. There's sure to be a bit of blue sky in the darkest trouble ; and the more implicitly we trust, the more blue sky there'll be. I have not been what I ought to be, especially in the matter of disputing with Chatta- way — not but what it's Chattaway's hardness that has been in fault. But God is taking me from a world of care, and I trust he will forgive all my shortcomings for our Saviour's sake. Is that table ready ? " " It is all ready," said Mr. King. " Then you'll leave me alone with the doctor a 56 TREVLYN HOLD. short while, dear ones," he resumed. " We shall not keep you out long." Nora, who had brought in the things required, held the door open for them to pass through. The pinched, blue look that the face, lying there, was assuming, struck upon her ominously. " After all, the boy was right," she muimured. " The hole, scratched before this house, was not meant for Jim Sanders." CHAPTER V. LOOKING ON THE DEAD. The morning sun rose gloriously, melting the signs of the early October frost, and shedding its glad beams upon the world. But the beams fall upon dark scenes sometimes ; perhaps more often than on bright ones. George Ryle was leaning on the gate of the fold yard. He had strolled out without his hat, and had bent his head down on the gate in his grief Not that he was shedding tears now. He had shed plenty during the night ; but tears can- not flow always without cessation, even from an aching heart. Hasty steps were heard approaching in the road, and George raised his head. They were Mr. Chattaway's. He stopped suddenly at sight of George. " George, what is this about your father ? What has happened ? Is he dead ? " " He is dying," replied George. " The doctors 58 TREYLYX HOLD. are witli him. Mr. King has been here all night, and Mr. Benage has just come again from Bar- mester. They have sent ns out of the room ; me and Treve. They let mamma stop." " But how on earth did it happen ? " asked Mr. Chattaway. " I cannot make it out. The first thing I heard when I woke this morning, was, that Mr. Ryle had been gored to death by the bull, ^^^lat brought him near the bull ? " " He was going through the field up to your house, and the bull set on him " " But when ? but when ? " hastily interrupted Mr. Chattaway. " It was yesterday afternoon. Papa came in directly after you rode away, and I gave him the message you left. He said he would go up then to the Hold, and speak to you ; and he took the field way instead of the road." " Now, how could he take it ? He knew that way was hardly safe for strangers. Not but what the bull ought to have known him." " He had a scarlet cravat in his hand, and he thinks it was the sight of that which excited the bull. He was tossed into the ditch, and lay there, unfound, until past ten at night." " And he is badly hurt ? " " He is dying," replied George, " dying now. I think that is why they sent us from the room." LOOKING OX THE DEAD. 59 Mr. Cliattaway paused in dismay. Though a hard, selfish man, who had taken delight in quar- relling with Mr. Ryle and putting upon him, he did possess some feelings of humanity as well as his neighbours ; and the terrible nature of the case naturally called them forth. George strove manfully to keep down his tears ; the speaking of the circumstances was almost too much for him, but he did not care to give way before the world, especially before that unit in it, represented by Mr. Chattaway. Mr. Chattaway rested his elbow on the gate and looked down at George. " This is very shocking, lad. I am sony to hear it. Whatever will the farm do without him ? How shall you all get on ? " " It is the thinking of that which has been troubling him all night," said George, speaking by snatches lest his sobs should burst forth. "He said we might get a living at the farm, if you would let us do it. If you would not be hard," added George, det^n:nined to speak out. " Hard, he called me, did he ? " said Mr. Chatt- away. " It's not my hardness that has been in fault, George ; Init his pride. He has been as saucy and independent as if he did not owe a shilling ; always making himself out my equal." " He is your equal, Mr. Chattaway," said George, speaking meekly in his sadness. 60 TKEVLYN HOLD. " My equal ! Working Tom Kyle equal with the Chattaways ! A man that rents two or three hundred acres and does half the work on them himself the equal of the landlord that owns them and ever so many more on to them ! — the equal of the Squire of Trevlyn Hold ! A^Tiere did you pick up those notions, George Ryle ? " George had a gTcat mind to say that in point of strict justice Mr. Chattaway had no more right to be the Squire of Trevljm Hold, or to own those acres, than his father had ; not quite so much right, if it came to that. He had a great mind to say that the Ryles were gentlemen, and once owners of what his father only rented now. But George remembered they were in Chattaway's power; that he could sell them up, and turn them off the farm, if he pleased ; and he held his tongue. " Not that I blame you for the notions," Mr. Chattaway resumed, in the same thin unpleasant tone — never was there a voice more thin and wiry in its sound. " It's natural you should have got hold of them from Ryle, for they were his. He was always But there ! I won't say any more, with him lying there, poor fellow. We'll let it drop, George." " I do not know how things are, between you and my father," said George, " except that there's LOOKING OX THE DEAD. 61 money owing to you. But if you will not press us, if you will let mamma stay on tlie farm, I " '' That's enough," inteiTupted Mr. Chattaway. "Never you trouble your head, George, about business that's above you. Anything that's be- tween me and your father, or your mother, either, is no concern of yours ; you are not old enough for interference yet. I should like to see him. Do you think I may go in ? " " "We can ask," answ^ered Georsre ; some vagoie and indistinct idea floating to his mind that a death-bed reconciliation might tend to smoothe future difficulties. He led the way to the house through the fold yard. Nora was coming out at the back door as they advanced to it, her eyes wet. " Nora, do you think Mr. Chattaway may go in to see my father ? " asked George. "If it will do Mr. Chattaway any good," responded Nora, who never regarded that gentle- man but in the light of a common enemy, and could wdth difficulty bring herself to be commonly civil to him. " It's all over ; but Mr. Chattaway can see what's left of him." " Is he dead 1 " whispered Mr. Chattaway ; while George lifted his white and startled foce. " Yes, he is dead ! " broke forth Nora, in a fit 62 TREVLYI^ HOLD. of sobs ; " and perhaps there may be some that will wish now they had been less hard with him in life. The doctors and Mrs. Ryle have just come out, and the women have gone in to put him straight and comfortable. Mr. Chattaway can go in also, if he'd like it.*' Mi\ Chattaway, it appeared, did not like it. He turned from the door, drawing George with him. "George, you'll tell your mother that I am grieved and vexed at her trouble, and I wish that beast of a bull had been stuck, before he had done what he has. You tell her that if there's any Httle thing she could fancy from the Hold, to let Edith know, and she'd be glad to send it to her. Good-bye lad. You and Treve must keep up, you know." He passed out by the fold-yard gate, as he had entered, and George leaned upon it again with his acliing heart ; an oi'phan now. Treve and Caro- line had their mother left, but he had no one. It is true he had never known a mother, and Mrs. Ryle, his father's second wife, had acted to him as such. She had done her duty by him, as her duty ; but it had not been in love ; not much in gentleness. Of her own children she was inordi- nately fond; she had not been so of George — which perhaps Avas in accordance with human nature. It had never troubled George much ; LOOKING ON THE DEAD. 63 but somehow the fact struck upon his rnind now with a sense of intense loneliness. His father had loved him deeply and sincerely ; but — he was gone. In spite of his heavy sorrow, George was awake to the sounds going on in the distance, the every day labour of life. The cow-boy was calling to his cows ; one of the men, acting for Jim Sanders, was going out with the team. And now there came a butcher, riding up from Barmester, and George knew he had come about some beasts, all unconscious as yet that the master was no longer here to command, or to deal. Work, especially farm work, must go on, although death may have been accomplishing its mission. The butcher, riding fast, had nearly reached the gate, and George was turning away from it to retire in-doors, when the unhappy thought came startlingly upon him — Who is to see this man ? His father no longer there, who must represent him ? — must answer comers — must stand in his shoes? It brought the fact of what had happened more palpably, more practically before George E-yle's mind than anjrthing else had brought it. He stood where he was, instead of turning away. He must rise up superior to his grief that day, and be useful ; he must rise up above his years in the future days, for his step-mother's sake. 64 TREVLYN HOLD. " Good morning, Mr. George," cried the butcher, as he rode up. '' Is the master about ? " " No," answerd George, speaking as steadily as he could. " He — he will never be about again. He is dead." The butcher took it as a boy's joke. "None of that gammon, young gentleman ! " said he with a laugh. " Which way shall I go to find him ? He has not laid in bed, and overslep' himself, I suppose ? " " Mr. Cope," said George, raising his grave face upwards — and the expression of it struck a chill to the man's heart — " I should not joke upon the subject of death. My father was attacked by Chattaway's bull yesterday evening, and he has died of the injuries." " Lawk a mercy 1" uttered the startled man. " Attacked by Chattaway's bull 1 and — and — died of the injuries 1 Sure-ly it can't be ! " George had turned his face away ; it was get- ting more than he could bear. " Have Chattaway killed the bull ? " was the next question put by the butcher. " I suppose not." " Then he is no man and no gentleman if he don't do it. If a beast of mine injured a neigh- bour, I'd stop him from injuring another, no matter what might be its value. Dear me ! Mr. LOOKING ON THE DEAD. 65 George, I'd rather have heard any news than this." George's head was completely turned away now. The butcher roused himself to tliink of business. His time was short, for he had to be back again in the town before his shop opened for the day. " I came up about the beasts," he said. " The master as good as sold 'em to me yesterday ; it was only a matter of a few shilHngs split us. But I'll give in sooner than noj^ have 'em. Who is going to carry on the dealings in Mr. Eyle's place ? Who can I speak to ? " " You can see John Finder," answered George. " He knows most about things." The butcher guided his horse through the fold- yard, scattering the cocks and hens in various directions, and gained the barn. John Finder was in it, and came out to him ; and George escaped in-doors. It was a sad, weary day. The excitement over, the doctors departed, the gossipers and neighbours dispersed, the village carpenter having come and taken a certain measure, then the house was left to its monotonous quiet ; that distressing quiet which tells upon the spirits. Nora's voice was subdued, and Molly went about on tiptoe. The boys wished it was over ; that, and many more days to come. Treve fairly broke VUL. I. F 66 TREVLYN HOLD. bounds about twelve, said he could not bear it, and went out amid the men. In the afternoon George was summoned upstairs to the chamber of Mrs. Ryle, where she had remained since the morning. " George, you shall go to Barmester," she said. " I wish to know how Caroline bears the news, poor child ! Mr. Benage said he would call and break it to her ; but I cannot get her grief out of my head. You can go over in the gig ; but don't stay. Be home by tea-time." It is more than probable that George felt the commission as a relief, and he started as soon as the gig was ready. As he went out of the yard, Nora called after him to mind how he drove. Not that he had never driven before ; but Mr. Kyle, or some one else, had always been in the ofior with him. Now he was alone : and it served to bring his loss again more forcibly present to him. He reached Barmester, and saw his sister Caro- line, who was staying there on a visit. She was not overwhelmed with grief ; not by any means ; on the contrary, she appeared to have taken the matter coolly and lightly. The fact Avas, the little girl had no definite ideas on the subject of death. She had never been brought into contact with it, and could not at all realise the fact told her, that LOOKIXG OX THE DEAD. 67 she would never see papa again. Better for the little heart perhaps that it wsiS so, enough of soiTOw comes with later years ; aod Mrs. Ryle may have judged wisely in deciding to keep the child where she was until after the funeral. When George reached home, he found Nora at tea alone. Master Treve had chosen to take his with his mamma in her chamber. George sat do^^Ti with Xora. The shutters of the window were closed, and the room was bright with fire and candle ; but to George all things were dreary. " Why don't you eat ? " asked Nora, presently, perceiving that the plate of bread and butter remained untouched. " I'm not hungry," replied George. '' Not hungry ? Did you have tea at Bar- mester ? " 'j- " I did not have anything," he said. " Now, look you here, George. If you are going to give way to your gi'ief Mercy me ! What's that?" Some one had come hastily in at the door, sending it back with a burst. A lovely girl, in a flowing white evening dress, and blue ribbons in her hair. A heavy shawl, which she had worn on her shoulders, fell to the ground, and she stood there panting, like one who has outnin her breath, her fair curls falling, her cheeks crimson, F 2 68 TREVLYN HOLD. her dark blue eyes glistening. On the pretty arms, about half way up, were clasped some coral bracelets, and a thin gold chain, bearing a coral cross, rested on her neck. It was Maude Trevlyn, whom you saw at Trevlyn Hold last night. So entirely out of place did she look altogether in that scene, that Nora for once lost her tongue. She could only stare. " I ran away, Nora," said Maude, coming for- w^ard. " Octave has got a party, but they Avon't miss me if I stay but a little while. I have wanted to come all day, but they would not let me." " Who would not ? " asked Nora. " Not any of them. Even Aunt Edith. Nora, is it true 1 Is it true that he is dead ? " she reiterated, her pretty hands clasped together in emotion, and her gi'eat blue eyes glistening with tears as they w^ere cast upwards at Nora's, waiting for the answer. " Oh, Miss Maude 1 you might have heard it was tnie enough up at the Hold. And so they have got a party, have they ! Some folks in Madam Chattaway's place might have had the gTace to put it off, when their sister's husband was lying dead ! " " It is not Aunt Edith's fault. You know it is not, Nora. George, you know it. She has been LOOKING ON THE DEAD. 69 crying several times to-day ; and she asked long and long ago for the bull to be sent off. But he was not sent. O George, I am so sorry ! I wish I could have come to see him before he died. There was nobody I liked so well as Mr. Kyle." " Will you have some tea ? " asked Nora. " No, I must not stop. Should Octave miss me she will tell of me, and then I should be punished. What do you think ? Rupert displeased Oris in some way, and Miss Diana sent him to bed out of all the pleasure. It is a shame ! " " It is all a shame together, up at Trevlyn Hold — all that concerns Rupert," said Nora, not, perhaps, very judiciously. " Nora, where did he die ? " asked Maude, in a whisper. "Did they take him up to his bed- room when they brought him home ? " " They carried him in there," said Nora, pointing to the sitting-room door. " He is lying- there now." " Nora, I want to see him," she continued. Nora received the intimation dubiously. "I don't know whether you had better," said she, after a pause. " Yes, I must, Nora. What was that about the dog ? " added Maude. " Did he scratch out a grave before the porch 1 " 70 TKEVLYX HOLD. " Who told you anything about that ? " asked Nora, sharply. "Ann Canham came and told it at the Hold. Was it so, Nora 1 " Nora nodded. "A gTeat hole. Miss Maude, nearly big enough to lay the master in. Not that I thought it was a token for Jthn ; I thought of Jim Sanders. And some folks laugh at these warnings ! " she added, in a burst of feeling. " There sits one," pointing to George. " Well, never mind it now, Nora," said George, hastily. Never was there a boy less given to superstition ; but, somehow, with his father lying where he was, he did not care to hear much about the mysterious hole. Maude moved towards the door. " Take me in. to see him, Nora," she pleaded. " Will you promise not to be frightened 1 " asked Nora. " Some young people can't endure the sight of a dead person." " Why should I be frightened ? " returned Maude. " He cannot hurt me." Nora rose in acquiescence, and took up the candle. But George laid his hand on the little girl. "Don't go, Maude. Nora, you must not let her go in. It — it — she might not like it. It would not be right." LOOKING OX THE DEAD. 71 Now, of all things, Nora had a dislike to be dictated to, especially by those whom she called children. She saw no reason why Maude should not look upon the dead if she had a mind to do so, and she gave a sharp word of reprimand to George, all in an undertone. How could they speak loud, entering into that presence ? " Maude, Maude ! " he whispered. " I would advise you not to go in." " Yes, yes, let me go, George 1 " she pleaded. '' I should like to see him once again. I did not see him for a whole week before he died. The last time I ever saw him was one day in the copse, and he got down some hazel nuts for me. I never thanked him," she added, the tears streaming from her eyes ; " I was in a huiTy to get home, and I never stayed to thank him. I shall always be sorry for it. I must see him, George." Nora was already in the room with the candle. Maude advanced on tip-toe, her heai-t beating, her breath held with awe. She halted at the foot of the table, looked eagerly upwards, and saw What was it that she saAV ? A white, ghastly face, cold and still, with its white bands tied up round it, and its closed eyes. Maude Trevlyn had never seen the dead, and her heart gave a great bound of terror, and she fell 72 TEEVLYN HOLD. away with a loud, convulsive shriek. Before Nora knew w^ell what had occurred, George had her in the other room, his arms wound about her to impart a sense of protection. Nora came out and closed the door, vexed with herself for having allowed her to enter. " You should have told me you had never seen anybody dead before, Miss Maude," cried she, testily. " How w^as I to know ? And you ought to have come right up to the top before you turned your eyes on it. Of course, glancing up from the foot, they look bad." Maude was clinging to George, trembling exces- sively, sobbing hysterically. "Don't be angry with me," she whispered. " I did not think he would be hke that." *' Maude, dear, I am not angry ; I am only sorry," he soothingly said. " There's nothing really to be frightened at. Papa loved you very much ; almost as much as he loved me." "I Yvill take you back, Maude," said George, when she was ready to go. " Yes, please," she eagerly answered. " I should not dare to go alone now. I should be fancpng I saw — I saw — you know. That it was looking out to me from the hedges." Nora folded her shawl well over her again, and George drew her close to him that she might feel LOOKING ON THE DEAD. /3 Lis presence as well as see it. Nora watched them dowTL the path, right over the hole which the restless dog had favoured the house with a night or two before. They went on up the road. An involuntary shud- der shook George's frame as he passed the turning which led to the fatal field. He seemed to see his father in the unequal conflict. Maude felt the movement, and drew closer to him. "It is never going to be out again, George," she whispered. " What 1 " he asked, his thoughts bviried deeply jus-t then. "The bull. I heard Aunt Diana talkmg to Mr. Chattaway. She said it must not be set at liberty again, or we might have the hiw down upon Trevljm Hold." " Yes ; that's all Miss Trevl}^! and he care for — the law," returned George, in a tone of pain. " What do they care for the death of my father ? " " George, he is better off," said she, in a dreamy manner, her face turned upwards towards the stars. " I am very sorry ; I have cried a great deal to-day over it ; and I wish it had never happened ; I wish he was back with us ; but still he is better off ; Aunt Edith says so. You don't know how she has cried." " Yes," answered George, his heart very full. 74 TREVLYN HOLD. " Mamma and papa are better off," contmued Maude. " Your own mamma is better off. The next world is a happier one than this." George made no rejoinder. Favourite though Maude was with George Ryle, those were heavy moments for him. They proceeded along in silence until they turned in at the great gate by the lodge. The lodge was a round building, con- taining two rooms up and two down. Its walls were not very substantially built, and the sound of voices could be heard from inside the window. Maude stopped in consternation. " George ! George ! that is Rupert talking I " " Rupert ! You told me he was in bed." " He was sent to bed. He must have got out of the window again. I am sure it is his voice. Oh, what will be done if it is found out ? " George Ryle swung himself on the top of the very nan'ow ledge which ran along underneath the window, contriving to hold on by his hands and toes. The inside shutter ascended only three parts up the window, and George thus obtained a view of the room above it. " Yes, it is Rupert," said he, as he jumped down. " He is sitting there, talking to old Canham." But the same slightness of structure which allowed inside noises to be heard without the lodge, allowed outside noises to be heard within. LOOKING OX THE DEAD. 7o Aim Canham had come hastening to the door, opened it a few inches, and stood peeping out. Maude took the opportunity to shp past her into the room. But no trace of her brother was there. Mark Canham was sitting in his usual invaUd seat by the fire, smoking a pipe, his back towards the door. "Where is he gone ? " cried Maude. " Where's who gone ? " roughly spoke old Can- ham, without turning his head. " There ain't nobody here." "Father, it's Miss Maude," intei-posed Ann Canham, closing the outer door, after alio wing- George to enter. " Who be you a taking her for?" The old man, partly disabled by rheumatism, put down his pipe, and contrived to turn in his chair. "Ah, Miss Maude ! AVhy who'd ever have thought of seeing you to-night ? " " Where is Rupert gone ? " asked Maude. "Rupert?" composedly returned old Canham. " Is it Master Rupert you're asking after ? How should we know where he is. Miss Maude ? " "We saw him here," interposed George Ryle. " He was sitting on that bench, talking to you. We both heard his voice, and I saw him." " Very odd ! " said the old man. " Fancy goes a gi'eat way. Folks is ofttimes deluded by it." 7b TREVLYX HOLD. " Mark Canliam, I tell you, we " " Wait a minute, George," interrupted Maude. She opened the door which led into the outer room, and stood with it in her hand, looking into the darkness. " Hupert ! " she called out, " it is only I and George Ryle. You need not hide yourself." It brought forth E-upert ; that lovely boy, with his large blue eyes and his auburn curls. There was a great likeness between him and Maude ; but Maude's hair was lighter. " I thought it was Oris," he said. " He is learning to be as sly as a fox : though I don't know that he was ever anything else. When I am ordered to bed before my time, he has taken to dodge into the room every ten minutes to see that I am safe in it. Have they missed me, Maude ? " " I don't know," she answered. " I came away, too, without their knowing it. I have been do■v^al to Aunt Kyle's, and George has brought me back again." "Will you be pleased to sit down, Miss Maude?" asked Ann Canham, dusting a chair. " Eh, but that's a pretty picture ! " cried old Canham, gazing at Maude, who had let her heavy shawl slip off, and stood warming her hands at the fire. LOOKIXG OX THE DEAD. 77 Mark Canliam was right. A very pretty pic- ture, she, with her flowing white dress, her fair neck and arms, and the blue ribbons in her falling hair. He extended the one hand that was not helpless, and laid it on her wrist. " Miss Maude, I mind me seeing your mother looking just as you look now. The squire Avas out, and the young ladies at the Hold thought they'd give a dance, and Parson Dean and Miss Emily were invited to it. I don't know that they'd have been asked if the squire had been at home, matters not being smooth between him and the parson. She was older than you be ; but she was dressed just as you be now; and I could fancy as I look at you, that it was her over again. I was in the rooms, helping to wait, handing round the negus and things. It doesn't seem so long- ago I Miss Emily was the sweetest-looking of 'em all present ; and the young heir seemed to think so. He opened the ball with Miss Emily in spite of his sisters : they wanted him to choose somebody grander. Ah, me ! and both of 'em lying low so soon after, leaving you two behind 'em ! " " Mark ! " cried Rupert, earnestly casting his eyes on the old man — eyes that sparkled with ex- citement — " if they had lived, my papa and mamma, I should not have been sent to bed to- 78 TREVLYN HOLD. night because there's anotlier party at Trevl}Ti Hold." Mark's only answer was to put up liis hands with an indignant gesture. Ann Canham was still offering the chair to Maude. Maude declined it. "I cannot stop, Ann Canham. They will be missing me if I don't return. Rupert, you will come ? " "To be mured up in my bed-room, while the rest of you are enjoying yourselves," cried Rupert. '' They would like to get the spirit out of me ; they have been trying at it a long while." Maude wound her arm within his. '' Do come, Rupert !" she coaxingly whispered. "Think of the disturbance if Oris should find you here and tell!" "And tell ! " repeated Rupert, his tone a mock- ing one. " Xot to tell would be impossible to Oris Chattaway. It's what he'd delight in more than in gold. I'd not be the sneak Oris Chattaway is for the world." But Rupert appeared to think it well to depart with his sister. As they were going out, old Can- ham spoke to George. " And Miss Trevlyn, sir — how does she bear it? Forgive me, I'm always a forgetting myself and going back to the old days. 'Twas but a LOOKIXG OX THE DEAD. 79 week a-gone I called Madam ' Miss Edith' to her face. I should ha said ' Mrs. Ryle/ sir." " She bears it very well, Mark," answered George. Something, George himself could not have told what, caused liirti not to bear it well just then. The tears rushed to his eyes unbidden, and they hung: tremblinsf on the lashes. The old man marked it. '"There's one comfort for ye, Master George," he said, in a lov/ tone ; " that he has took all his neighbours' sorrow with him. And as much couldn't be said if every gentleman round about here was cut off by death." The significant tone was not needed to tell George that the words " every gentleman " was meant for Mr. Chattaway. The master of Trevlyn Hold was, in fact, no greater favour- ite with old Canham than he was with George Ryle. " Mind how you get in, Master Rupert, so that they don't fall upon you," whispered Ann Canham, as she held open the lodge door. " Til mind, Ann Canham," was the boy's an- swer. " Not that I should care much if they did," he added, in the next breath. "I am getting tired of it." She stood and watched them up the dark walk 80 THEYLYN HOLD. until a turning in the road hid them from view, and then closed the door. " If they don't take to treat him kinder, I misdoubt me but he'll be doing something desperate, as the dead-and-gone heir, Rupert, did," she remarked, sitting down by her father. " Likely enough," was the old man's reply, taking up his pipe again. " He have got the true Trevlyn temper, have young Rupert." " I say, Maude," began Rupert, as they wound their way up the dark avenue, " don't they know you came out. " They would not have let me come if they had known it," replied Maude. " I have been wanting to go down all day, but Aunt Diana and Octave kept me in. I cried to go down last night when Bill Webb brought the news ; and they were angiy with me." "Do you know what I should have done in Chattaway's place, George ? " cried the boy, im- pulsively. " I should have loaded my gun the minute I heard of it, and shot the beast between the eyes. Chattaway would, if he were half a man." " It is of no use talking of it, Rupert," answered George, in a sadly subdued tone. " It would not have mended the evil." " Only fancy their having this rout to-night. LOOKIXG ON THE DEAD. 81 while Mr. Ryle is lying dead 1 " indignantly re- sumed Rupert. "Aunt Edith ought to have interfered for once, and stopped it." " Aunt Edith did interfere," spoke up Maude. " She said it must be put off. But Octave would not hear of it, and Miss Diana said Mr. Ryle was no blood rela " Maude dropped her voice. They were now in view of the house, of its lighted windows, and some one, hearing probably their footsteps, came bearing down upon them with a fleet step. It was Oris Chattaway. Rupert stole amidst the trees, and disappeared : Maude, holding George's arm, bore bravely on, and met him. " Where have you been, Maude ? The house has been searched over for you. What brings you here ? " he roughly added to George. "I came because I chose to come," was George's answer. "None of that insolence." returned Oris. "We don't want you here to-night. Just be off from this." Was Oris Chattaway's motive a good one, under his rudeness ? Did he feel ashamed of the gaiety going on, while Mr.«Ryle, his uncle by marriage, was lying dead, under circumstances so unhappy ? Was he anxious to conceal the unseemly i^roceed- ing from George ? Perhaps so. 82 TKEVLYN HOLD. " I shall go back when I have taken Maude to the .hall door," said George. " Not before." Anything that might have been said further by Oris, was interrupted by the appearance of Miss Trevlyn. She was standing on the steps. " Where have you been, Maude ? " " To Trevlyn Farm, Aunt Diana," was Maude's truthful answer. " You would not let me go in the day, so I have been now. It seemed to me that I must see him before he was put under- ground." " To see Jiion ! " cried Miss Trevlyn. "Yes. It v/as all I went for. I did not see my aunt. Thank you, George, for bringing me home," she continued, stepping in. " Good night. I would have given all I have for it never to have happened." •She burst into a passionate flood of tears as she spoke — the result, no doubt, of her previous fright and excitement, as well as of her sorrow for Mr. Eyle's unhappy fate. George ^vi-ung her hand, and lifted his hat to Miss Trevlyn as he turned away. But ere he had well plunged into the dark avenue, there came swift and stealthy steps be- hind him. A soft hand was laid upon him, and a .soft voice spoke, broken by its tears : " 0, George, I am so sony ! I have felt all day LOOKIXG OX THE DEAD. 83 as if it would almost be my death. I think I could have given my own life to save his." "I know, I know," he answered. "I know how you will feel it." And George, utterly unmanned, burst into tears, and sobbed with her. It was Mrs. Chattaway. G 2 CHAPTER VI. THE ROIVIANCE OF TREYLYX HOLD. It is impossible to get on without a word of retrospect. The Ryles, gentlemen by descent, had been rich men once, but they were open- handed and heedless, and in the time of George's grandfather, the farm (not called the farm then) passed into the possession of the Trevl}Tis of the Hold, who had a mortgage on it. They named it Trevlyn Farm, and Mr. Kyle and his son re- mained on it as tenants ; as tenants where they had once l)een owners. After old Mr. Ryle's death, his son married the daughter of the curate of Barbrook, the Reverend George Berkeley, familiarly known as Parson Berkeley. In point of fact, the parish knew no other pastor, for its rector was an absentee. Mary Berkeley was an only child ; she had been petted, and physicked, and nursed, after the manner of only children ; and she gi'ew up sickly as a matter of course, xV delicate, beautiful girl in appea.r- THE EOMANCE OF TREVLYN HOLD. 85 ance, but not strong. People (who are always fond, you know, of settling everybody else's busi- ness for them) deemed that she made a poor match in marrying Thomas Ryle. It was whis- pered, however, that he might have made a greater match for himself, had he chosen — no other than Squire Trevlyn's eldest daughter. There was not so handsome, so attractive a man in all the country round as Thomas Kyle. Soon after the marriage, Parson Berkeley died — to the intense grief of his daughter, Mrs. Ryle. He was succeeded in the curacy and parsonage by a young clerg}Tiian just in priest's orders, the Reverend Shafto Dean. A well-meaning man, but opinionated and self-sufficient in the highest degree, and before he had been one month at the parsonage, he and Squire Trevlyn were at issue. Mr. Dean wished to introduce certain new fashions and customs into the church and parish, Squire Trevlyn held to the old. Proud, haughty, over- bearing, but honourable and generous. Squire Trevl3m had known no master, no opposer ; he was lord of the neighbourhood, and was bowed down to as such. Mr. Dean would not give way, the Squire would not give way ; and the little seed of dissension gi^ew and grew, and spread and spread. Obstinacy begets obstinacy. What a slight yielding on either side, a little mutual good 86 TREVLYIN^ HOJ.D. feeling, might have been removed at first, became at length a terrible breach, a county's talk. Meanwhile Thomas Ryle's fair young wife died, _eaving an infant boy — George. In spite of her husband's loving care, in spite of her having been shielded from all Avork and management, so neces- sary on a farm, she died. Nora Dickson, a humble relative of the Ryle family, who had been partially brought up on the farm, was housekeeper and manager. She saved all trouble to young Mrs. Ryle : but she could not save her life. The past history of Trevlyn Hold was a romance in itself Squire Trevlyn had five children : Rupert, Maude, Joseph, Edith, and Diana. Ru- pert, Maude, and Diana were imperious as their father ; Joseph and Edith were mild, yielding, and gentle, as had been their mother. Rupert was of course regarded as the heir, intended to be such : but the property was not entailed. An ancestor of Squire Trevlyn's coming from some distant part — it was said Cornwall — bought it and settled down upon it. There was not a gi'eat deal of grass land on the estate, but the coal mines in the distance rendered it valuable. Of all his children, Rupert, the eldest, was the squire's favourite : but poor Rupert did not live to come into the estate. He had inherited the fits of passion characteristic of the Trevlyns ; he was of THE EOiL\^'CE OF TRE'VT.YX HOLD. 87 a thoughtless, impetuous nature ; and he fell into trouble and ran from his country. He embarked for a distant port, ^Yhich he did not live to reach. And that left Joseph the heir. Quite different, he, from his brother Rupert. Gentle and yielding, like his sister Edith, the squire half despised him. The squire would have preferred him to be passionate, and haughty, and overbearing — a time Trevlyn. But the squire had no intention of superseding him in the suc- cession of Trevlyn Hold. Provided Joseph lived, none other would be its inheritor. Provided. Joseph — called Joe ahvays — appeared to have inherited his mother's feeble constitution ; and she had died early, of decline. Yielding, however, as Joe Trevlyn was naturally, on one point he did not prove himself so — that of his mamage. He chose Emily Dean ; the pretty and loveable sister of Squire Trevl}Ti's hete noire, the obstinate parson. " I'd rather you took a wife out of the parish workhouse, Joe," the squhe said, in his vexation and anger. Joe said little in answering argument, but he held to his own choice ; and one fine morning the marriage was celebrated by the obstinate parson himself in the church at Barbrook. The squire and Thomas Ryle were close friends, and the former was fond of passing 88 TEEVLTN HOLD. at the farm. The farm was not a productive one. The land; never of the richest, had become poorer and poorer : it wanted draining and manuring ; it wanted, in short, money laid out upon it ; and that money Mr. R3-le did not possess. " I shall have to leave it, and try and take a farm that's in better condition," he said at length to the squire. The squire, with all his faults of passion and his overbearing sway, was a generous and con- siderate man. He knew what the land wanted ; money spent on it ; he knew Mr. Ryle had not the money to spend, and he offered to lend it. Mr. Ryle accepted it, and had two thousand pounds. He gave a bond for the sum, and the squii-e on his part promised to renew the lease upon the present terms, when the time of renewal came, and not to raise the rent. This promise was not given in writing : but none ever thought to doubt the Avord of Squire Trevlyn. The first of Squire Trevlyn's children to marry, had been Edith : she had married some years before, Mr. Chattaway. The two next to many had been Maude and Joseph. Joseph, as you have heard, married Emily Dean ; Maude, the eldest daughter, became the second wife of Mr. Ryle. A twelvemonth subsequent to the death of his fair young wife Mary, Miss Trevlvn of the THE ro:mance of trevlyx hold. 89 Hold steiDped into her shoes, and became the step-mother of the Httle baby-boy, George. The youngest daughter, Diana, never married. Miss Trevlyn, in marrying Thomas Ryle, gave mortal offence to some of her kindred. The squire himself would have forgiven it ; nay, perhaps have grown to like it — for he never could do otherwise than like Thomas Ryle — but he was constantly incited against it by his family. Mr. Chattaway, who had no gi'eat means of living of his own, was at the Hold on a long long visit, with his wife and two little children, Christopher and Octavia. They were always saying they must leave and leave ; bat they did not leave ; they stayed on. Mr. Chattaway made himself useful to the squire on business matters, and whether they ever would leave was a question. She, Mrs. Chattaway, was too gentle-spirited and loving to speak against her sister and Mr. Ryle; but Chattaway and Miss Diana Trevlyn kept up the ball. In point of fact, they had a motive — at least, Chattaway had — for making the estrangement between the squire and Mr. Ryle a permanent one, for it was thought that Squire Trevl}Ti would have to look out for another heir. News had come home of poor Joe Trevlyn's fading health. He had taken up his abode in the south of France on his mamage : for even 90 TKEVLYN HOLD. tben tlie doctors had begun to say that a more genial climate, than this, could alone save the life of the heir to Trevlyn. Bitterly as the squire had felt the marriage, angry as he had been with Joe, he had never had the remotest thought of disinheriting him. He was the only son left : and Squire Trevlyn ayouM never, if he could help it, bequeath Trevlpi Hold to a woman. A little girl, Maude, was born in due time to Joe Trevlyn and his wife ; and not long after this, there arrived home the tidings that Joe's health was rapidly faihng. Mr. Chattaway, selfish, mean, sly, covetous, began to entertain hopes that lie should be named the heir ; he began to work on for it in stealthy earnestness. He did not forget that, were it bequeathed to the husband of one of the daughters, Mr. Ryle, as the husband of the eldest, might be considered to possess most claim to it ; no wonder then that he did all he could, secretly and openly, to incite the squire against Mr. R3de and his wife. And in this he was joined by Miss Diana Trevljm. She, haughty and im- perious, resented the marriage of her sister A\dth one inferior in position, and willingly espoused the cause of Mr. Chattaway as against Thomas Ryle. It was whispered, about, none knew with what truth, that Miss Diana made a compact with Chattaway, to the effect that she should THE ROMANCE OF TREVLTX HOLD. 91 reign jointly at Trevlyn Hold with him and enjoy part of the revenues, did he come mto the in- heritance. Before the news came of Joe Trevlyn's death — ■ and it was some months in coming — Squire Trev- lyn had taken to his bed. j^s'ever did man seem to fade so rapidly as the squire. Not only his health, but his mind failed him ; all its vigour seemed gone. He mourned poor Joe excessively : in rude health and strength, he would not have mourned him ; at least, he would not have sho^^m that he did ; never a man less inclined than the squire to suffer his private emotions to be seen : but in his v/ea.kened state of mind and body, he gave way to lamentation for his heir (liis heir, note you, more than his son) ever}^ hour in the day. Over and over again he regretted that the little child, Maude, left by Joe, was not a boy : nay, if it had not been for his prejudice against her mother, he would have willed the estate to her, o'irl thouo'h she was. Now was Mr. Chatta- way's time : he put forth in glowing colours his own claims, as Edith's husband ; he made golden promises ; he persuaded the poor squire, in his wi'eck of mind and body, that black Avas wliite — and he succeeded in his plans. To the will which had bequeathed the estate to the eldest son, dead Rupert, the squire added a 92 TREVLYN HOLD. codicil, to the effect that, failing liis two sons, James Chattaway was the inheritor. But all this was kept a profound secret. During the time the squire lay ill, Mr. Byle went to Trevljm Hold, and succeeded in obtaining an interview. Mr. Chattaway was out that day, or he had never accomplished it. Miss Diana Trevlyn was out. All the squire's animosity went away the moment he saw Thomas Kyle's long familiar face. He lay clasping his hand, and lamenting their estrangement ; he told him he should cancel the two thousand pound bond, giving the money as his daughter's fortune ; he said his promise of renewing the lease of the farm to him on the same terms would be held sacred, for he had left a memorandum to that effect amidst his papers. He sent for a certain box, in which the bond for the two thousand pounds had been placed, and searched for it, intending to give it to him then, but the bond was not there, and he said that Mr. Chattaway, who managed all his affairs now, must have placed it elsewhere ; but he would ask him for it when he came in, and it should be destroyed before he slept. Altogether, it was a most pleasant and satisfactory interview. But strange news arrived from abroad ere the squire died. Not strange, certainly, in itself ; THE ROMANCE OF TREVLYN HOLD. 93 only strange because it was so very unexpected. Joseph Trevlpi's widow had given birth to a boy ! On the very day that little Maude was twelve months old, exactly three months subsequent to Joe's death, this little fellow was bom. Mr. Chattaway opened the letter, and I'll leave you to judge of his state of mind. A male heir, after he had got everything so sure and safe ! But Mr. Chattaway was not a man to be balked. He would not be deprived of the inheritance, if he could by any possible scheming retain it, no matter what wrong he dealt out to others. James Chattaway had as little conscience as most people. The whole of that day he never spoke of the news, he kept it to himself, and the next morning there arrived a second letter, which rendered the affair a little more complicated. Young Mrs. Trevlyn was dead. She had died, leaving the two little ones, Maude and the infant. Squire Trevlyn was always saying, " Oh, that Joe had left a boy ; that Joe had left a boy ! " And now, as it was found, Joe had left one. But Mr. Chatta- Avay kindly determined that the fact should never reach the squire's ears to gladden them. Some- thing had to be done, however, or the little children would be coming to Trevlyn. Mr. Chattaway an-anged his j)lans, and wrote off hastily to stop their departure. He told the squire that Joe's 94 TREVLYN HOLD. widow had died, leaving Maude ; but lie never said a word about the baby boy. Had the squire lived, perhaps it could not have been kept from him ; but he did not live ; he went to his grave all too soon, never knowing that there was a male heir bom to Trevlyn. The danger was over then. Mr. Chattaway was the legal inheritor ; had Joe left ten boys, they could not have displaced him. Trevlyn Hold was his by the squire's will, and could not be wrested from him. The two little ones, friendless and penniless, were brought home to the Hold. Mrs. Trevlyn had lived long enough to name the infant " Rupert," after the old squire and the heir who had run away and died. Poor Joe had always said that if ever he had a boy, it should be named after his brother. There they had been ever since, these two orphans, aliens in the home that ought to have been theirs ; lovely children, both ; but Rupert had the passionate Trevlyn temper. It was not made a systematically unkind home for them ; Miss Diana would not have allowed that ; but it was a very different home from what they ought to have enjoyed. Mr. Chattaway was at times almost cruel to Rupert ; ChristojDher exercised upon him all soi-ts of galling and petty tyi'anny, as Octave Chattaway did upon Maude ; and the neigh- THE ROMANCE OF TREVLYX HOLD. 95 bourbood, you may he quite sure, did not fail to talk. But it Yv^as not known abroad, you understand, save to one or too, that Mr. Chattaway had kept the fact of Rupert's birth from the knowledge of the squire. He stood tolerably well with his fellow men, did Chattaway, In himself he was not liked ; nay, he was very much disliked ; but he was the owner of Trevlyn Hold, and possessed sway in the Beighbourhood. One thing, he could not get the title of squire accorded to him. In vain he strove for it ; he exacted it from his tenants ; he WTote notes in the third person, " Squire Chattaway presents his compliments," &c. ; or, " the Squire of Trevlyn Hold desires," &c., &c., all in vain. People readily accorded his wife the title of Madam — as it was the custom to call the mistress of Trevlyn Hold — she was the old squire's daughter, and they recognised her claim to it, but they did not give that of squire to her husband. These things had happened years ago, for Maude and Rupert are now aged respectively thirteen and twelve, and all that while had James Chattaway enjoyed his sv/ay. Never, never ; no, not even in the still night when the voice of conscience in most men is so suggestive ; never giving a thought to the wrong dealt out to Rupert. 96 TREVLYN HOLD. And it must be mentioned that the first thing Mr. Chattaway did, after the death of Squire Trevlyn, was to sue Mr. Byle upon the bond ; which he had not destroyed, although ordered to do so by the squire. The next thing he did was to raise the rent of the farm to a ruinous price. Mr. E-yle, naturally indignant, remonstrated, and there had been ill-feeling between them from that hour to this ; but Chattaway had the law on his owTi side. Some of the bond was paid off; but altogether, what with the raised rent, and the bond and its interest, and a succession of ill-luck on the farm, Mr. Ryle had been scarcely able to keep his head above water. As he said to his wife and children, when the bull had done its work, — he was taken from a world of care. CHAPTER VII. MR. RYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. Etiquette, touching the important ceremonies of buryings and christenings, is much more observed in the country than in towns. To rural districts this remark especially applies. In a large town, people don't know their next door neighbours, don't care for those neighbours' opinions ; in a small place the inhabitants are almost as one family, and their actions are chiefly governed by that pertinent remark, " What will people say V In these Httle communities, num- bers of which are scattered about England, it is held necessary on the occasion of a funeral to invite all kith and kin. Omit to do so, and it would be set down as a premeditated slight ; affording a theme of gossip to the parish for weeks afterwards. Hence Mr. Chattaway, being a connection — brother-in-law, in fact, of the deceased gentleman's wife — was invited to follow the remains of Thomas Ryle to the grave. In VOL. I. H 98 TKEVLYN HOLD. spite of the bad terms they had been upon ; in spite of Mrs. Ryle's own bitter feelings against Chattaway and Trevlyn Hold generally ; m spite of Mr. Ryle's death having been caused by what did cause it — Chattaway's bull — Mr. Cha,ttaway received a formal invitation, in Avriting, to attend, as mourner, the remains to the grave. And it never would have entered into the notion of Mr. Chattaway's good manners to decline it. An inquest had been held at the nearest inn. The verdict returned was "Accidental Death," with a deodand of five pounds ujDon the bull. Which Mr. Chattaway had to pay. The bull was already condemned. Not to annihilation ; but to be taken to a distant fair, and there sold ; whence he would be conveyed to a home in other pastures, where he might possibly gore somebody else. It was not consideration for the feelings of the Ryle family which induced Mr. Chattaway to adopt this step, and so rid the neighbourhood of the animal; but consideration for his own pocket. Feeling ran high in the vicinity ; fear also ; the stoutest hearts could feel no security that the bull might not be for having a tilt at them : and Chattaway, on his part, was at as little certainty that an effectual silencer would not be surreptitiously dealt out to the bull some quiet night. Therefore, he resolved to part ME. RYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. 99 with him ; apart from his misdoings, he was a vakiable animal, Avorth a great deal more than Mr. Chattaway would like to lose ; and the bull was dismissed. The day of the funeral came, and those bidden to it began to arrive about one o'clock : that is, the undertaker's men, the clerk, and the carriers. Of the latter, Jim Sanders made one. " Better that he had gone than his master," said Nora, in a matter-of-fact, worldly spirit of reasoning, as her thoughts were cast back to the mysterious hole with which she had gratuitously, and the reader will no doubt say absurdly, coupled the fate of Jim. A table of eatables was laid out in the entrance room : cold round of beef, and bread- and-cheese, with ale in cans. To help convey a coffin to church without being plentifully regaled with a good meal first, was a thing that Barbrook had never heard of, and never wished to hear. The select of the company were shoAvn to the large drawing-room, where the refreshment con- sisted of port and sherry wine, and a j^late of *' pound " cake. These were the established rules of hospitality at all genteel, well-to-do funerals : wine and pound cake for the gentlefolks ; cold beef and ale for the men. They had been observed at Squire Trevlyn's ; they had been observed at Mr. Kyle's father's; they had been H 2 100 TKEVLYX HOLD. observed at every substantial funeral within the memory of Barbrook. Mr. Chattaway, Mr. Berke- ley (a distant relative of Mr. Byle's first wife), Mr. King the surgeon, and Farmer Apperley, comprised the assemblage in the drawing-room. At two, after some little difficulty in getting it into order, the sad procession started. It had then been joined by George and Trevlyn Ryle. A gi'eat many spectators had collected to view and attend it. The somewhat infrequency of a funeral of the respectable class, combined with the circumstances attending the death, drew them together : and before the church was reached, where it was met by the clergyman, it had a train half a mile long after it ; mostly women and children. Many dropped a tear for the unhappy fate, the premature death of one who had lived among them, a good master, a kind neigh- bour. They left him in his gTave, by the side of his long-dead young Avife, Mary Berkeley. As George stood at the head of his father's coffin, during the ceremony in the churchyard, the gi'ave-stone with its name was right in front of his eyes ; his mother's name. "Mary, the wife of Thomas Ryle, and only daughter of the Rev. George Berkeley." None knew with what a shiveriag feeling of loneliness the orphan boy turned from MR. RYLE'S last will AND TESTAMENT. 101 the spot, as the last words of the minister's voice died away. Mrs. Ryle, in her widow's weeds, was seated in the drawing-room on their return, as the gentle- men filed into it. In Barbrook custom, the relatives of the deceased, near or distant, were expected to congTegate together for the remainder of the day ; or for a portion of its remainder. The gentlemen would sometimes smoke pipes, and the ladies in their deep mourning sat Avith their hands folded in their laps, resting on their snow-white handkerchiefs. The conversation was only allowed to run on family matters, prospects, and the like ; and the voices were amicable and subdued. As the mourners entered, they shook hands severally -with Mrs. Ryle. Chattaway put out his hand last, and with perceptible hesitation. It was many a year since his hand had been given in fellowship to Mrs. Ryle, or had taken hers. They had been friendly once, and in the old days he used to call her " Maude : " but that was over now. Mrs. Ryle turned from the offered hand. "No," she said, si^eaking in a quiet but most decisive tone. "I cannot forget the past suffi- ciently for that, James Chattaway. On this day it is forcibly present to me." 102 TREVLYN HOLD. They sat clown. Trevl}Ti next his mother, called there by her. The gentlemen disposed themselves on the side of the table facing the fire, and George found a chair a little behind : nobody seemed to notice him. And so much the better \ for the boy's heart was too full to bear much notice then. On the table was placed the paper which had been written by the surgeon, at the dictation of Mr. E-yle, the night when he lay in extremity. It had not been unfolded since. Mi-. King took it up ; he knew that he was expected to read it. They were waiting for him to do so. "I must premise that the wording of this is Mr. Kyle's," he said. " He expressly requested me to pen doTVTi his oivn ivords, just as they issued from his lips. He " " Is it a will?" inteiTupted Farmer Apperley, a. little gentleman, with a red face and large nose. He had come to the funeral in top boots ; they constituting liis ideas of full dress. " You can call it a ynqII, if you please," replied Mr. King. " I am not sure that the law would. It was in consequence of his not having made a will that he requested me to write down these few directions." The farmer nodded ; and Mr. King began to read. MR. EYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. 103 " In the name of God : Amen. I, Thomas Ryle. " First of all, I bequeath my soul to God. Trusting that he will pardon my sins, for the sake of Jesus Christ our Saviour. Amen. *^It's a dreadful blow, the cutting of me off by that bull of Chattaway's. The more so, that I am unable to leave things straightforward for my wife and children. They know — at least, my wife does, and all the parish knows — the pressure that has been upon me, through Chattaway coming down upon me as he has done. I have been as a bird with its wings clipped ; as soon as I'd try- to get up, I was pulled down again. " 111 luck has been upon me besides. Beasts have died off, and crops have failed ; the farm's not good for much, for aU the money that has been laid out upon it, and nobody but me knows the labour it has cost. When you think of these things, my dear wife and boys, you'll know why I do not leave you better provided for. Many and many a night have I laid awake upon my bed, fretting, and planning, and hoping, all for your sakes. Perhaps if that bull had spared me to an old age, I might have left you better off. "I'd like to bequeath the furniture and all that is in the house, and the stock, and the beasts, and all that I die possessed of, to my dear wife. 104? TREVLYX HOLD. Maude — but it's not of any good, for Chattaway will sell up — except the silver tankard, and that should go to Trevlyn. But for having 'T. E.' upon it, it should go to George, for he is the eldest. T. K. stood for my father, and T. R. has stood for me, and T. R. will stand for Trevlj-n. George, though he is the eldest, won't grudge it him, if I know anything of his nature. And I give to George my watch, and I hope he'll keep it for his dead father's sake. It is only a silver one, as I dare say you have noticed, doctor ; but it's very good to go, and George can have his initials engTaved on the shield at the back, ' G. B. R.' And the three seals, and the gold key, I give to him with it. The red cornelian has our arms on it ; for we had arms once, and my father and I have generally sealed our letters with them : not that they have done him or me any good. And let Treve keep the tankard faithfully, and never part with it ; and remember, my dear boys, that your poor father would have left you better keej)- sakes had it been in his j^ower. You must prize these for the dead giver's sake. But there ! it's of no use talking, for Chattaway, he'll sell up, watch and tankard, and all. *' And I'd like to leave that bay foal to my dear little Caroline. It will be a rare pretty creature when it's bigger. And you must let it have the MR. RYLE'S last VfILL AND TESTAMENT. 105 run of the three-cornered paddock, and I should like to see her on it, sweet little soul ! — but Chat- taway's bull has stopped it. And don't grudge the cost of a little saddle for her ; and Roger, he can break it in ; and mind you are all true and tender with my dear little wench, and if I thought you wouldn't be, I'd like to have her with me in my coffin. But you are good lads — though Treve he is hasty when his temper's put out — and I know you'll be to her Avhat brothers ought to be. I always meant that foal for Carry, since I saw how pretty it was likely to grow^, though I didn't say what w^as in my mind ; and now I give it to her. But where's the use ? Chattaway, he'll sell up. " If he does sell up, to the last stick and stone, he'll not get his debt in full. Perhaps not much above the half of it ; for things at a forced sale don't bring their value. You have put down ' his debt/ Mr. King, I suppose ; but it is not his debt. I am on my death-bed, and I say that the two thousand pounds was made a present of to me by the squire on his death-bed. He told me it was made all riglit with Chattaway ; that Chattaway understood the promise given to me, not to raise the rent ; and that he'd be the same just landlord to me that the squire had been. The squire could not lay his hand upon the bond, or he w^ould have 106 TREVLYN HOLD. given it me then ; but he said Chattaway should bum it as soon as he entered, which would be in an hour or two. Chattaway knows whether he has acted up to this ; and now his bull has finished me. " And I wish to tell Chattaway that if he'll act a fair part as a man ought, and let my wife and the boys stop on the farm, he'll stand a much better chance of getting the money, than he would if he turns them off it. I don't say this for their sakes more than for his ; but because from my very heart I believe it to be the truth. George has got his head on his shoulders the right way, and I'd advise his mother to keej) him on the farm ; he'll be getting older every day. Not but that I wish her to use her own judgment in all things, for her judgment is good. In time, they may be able to pay off Chattaway ; in time they may be able even to buy back the farm, for I cannot forget that it belonged to my forefathers^ and not to the squire. That is, if Chattaway will be reasonable, and let them stop on it, and not be hard and pressing. But perhaps I am talking nonsense, doctor, for he may turn them off, as his bull has turned off me. " And now, my dear George and Treve, I repeat it to you, be good boys to^your mother. Obey her in aU things. Maude, I have left all to you in MR. RYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. 107 preference to dividing it between you and tliem, which there's no time for ; but I know you'll do the right thing by them : and when it comes to your turn to leave — if Chattaway don't sell up — I'd wish you to bequeath to them in equal shares what you die possessed of. George is not your son, but he is mine, and — and — perhaps I'd better not say what I was going to say, doctor. Maude, I leave all to you, trusting to your justice to leave all in turn to them in equal portions ; to the three — George, Treve, and Caroline. And, my boys, you be loving and obedient to your mother, and work for her to the best of your ability ; work for her, and work for yourselves. Work while it's day. In that book which I have not read so much as I ought to have read, it says ' The night Cometh when no man can work.' Wlien we hear that read in church, or when we get the book out on a Sunday evening and read it to ourselves, that night seems a long, long way off. It seems so far off that it can never hardly be any concern of ours ; and it is only when we are cut off suddenly that we find how very near it is. That night has come for me, through Chattaway's bull ; and that night will come for you before you are aware. So, ivorh — and please to score that, doctor. God has placed us in this world to work, and not to be ashamed of it ; and to work for Him as well 108 TEEVLYN HOLD. as for ourselves. It was often in my mind that I ought to work more for God — that I ought to think of Him more ; and I used to say, ' I will soon, when a bit of this bother's off my mind.' But the bother was always there, and I never did it. And now the end's come, and I am cut off in the midst through that bull of Chattaway's ; and I can see things would have been made easier to me if I had done it — score it, doctor — and I say it as a lesson to you, my children. "And I think that's about all ; and I am much obliged to you, doctor, for writing this. I hope they'll be able to manage things on the farm, and I'd ask my neighbour Apperley to give them his advice a bit now and then, for old friendship's sake, until George shall be older, and to put him in a way of buying and selling stock. If Chatta- way don't sell up, that is. If he does, I hardly know how it will be. Perhaps God will put them in some other way, and take care of them. And I'd leave my best thanks to Nora, for she has been a true friend to us all, and I don't know how the house would ha^?e got along without her. And now I am growing faint^ doctor, and I think the end is coming. God bless you all, my dear oues. Amen." A deep silence fell on the room as Mr. King ceased. He folded up the paper, and laid it on MR. RYLE'S last will AND TESTAMENT. 109 the table near to Mrs. Ryle. The first to speak was Farmer Apperley. " Any help that I can be of to you and George, Mrs. Ryle, and to all of you, is heartily at your service. It'll be yours Avith right good will at all times and seasons. The more so, that you know if it had been me cut off in this way, my poor friend Ryle would have been the first to offer to do so nmch for my wife and boys, and have thought no trouble of it. George, you come over and ask me about things, just as you would ask your father ; or send for me up here to the farm ; and whatever work I may be at at home, though it was the putting out of a barn as was a-fire, I'd quit it to come.'' "And now it is my turn to speak," said Mr. Chattaway. "And, Mrs. Ryle, I give you my promise, in the presence of these gentlemen, that if you choose to remain on the farm, I will not put a hindrance upon it. Your husband thought me hard — unjust ; he said it before my face and behind my back. My opinion always has been that he entirely mistook Squire Trevlyn in that last interview he had with him. I do not think it was ever the squire's intention to cancel the bond : Ryle must have misunderstood him alto- gether : at any rate, I heard nothing of it. As the successor in the estate, the bond came into 110 TREYLYN HOLD. my possession ; and in my mfe and children's interest I could not consent to suppress it. No- body but a soft-hearted man — and that's what Eyle was, poor fellow — would have thought of asking such a thing. But I was willing to give him all facilities for paying it, and I did do so. • No ! It was not my hardness that was in fault, but his pride and his nonsense, and his thinking I ought not to ask for my own money " " If you bring uj) these things, James Chatta- way, I must answer them," interrupted Mrs. Kyle. " I would prefer not to be forced to do it to-day." '•1 do not want to bring them up in an un- pleasant spirit," answered Mr. Chattaway ; " or to say it was his fault or my fault. We'll let bygones be bygones. He is gone, poor man ; and I wish that savage beast of a bull had been in four quarters, before he had done the mischief! All I would now say, is, that I'll put no impediment to your remaining on the farm. We will not go into business details this afternoon, but I will come in any day that you like to appoint, and talk it over. If you choose to keep on the farm at its j)resent rent — it is well worth it — and to j}ay me interest for the money that's owing, and a yearly sum — as shall be agTeed upon — towards diminishing the debt, you are welcome to do it." ME. EYLE'S last will AND TESTA31ENT. Ill Just what Nora had predicted ! Mr. Chatta- way loved money too greatly to nm the risk of losing part of the debt — as he probably would do if he turned them off the farm. Mrs. Ryle bowed her head in cold acquiescence. She saw no other way open to her, save that of accepting the offer. Very probably Mr. Chattaway knew that there was no other. " The sooner things are settled, the better," she remarked. " I will name eleven o'clock to-mori'ow morning." " Very good ; I'll be here," he answered. *' And I am glad it is decided harmoniously." The rest of those present appeared also to be glad. Perhaps they had feared some unpleasant recrimination might take place between JVIrs. Ryle and James Chattaway. Thus relieved, they unbent a little, and crossed their legs as if in- clined to become more sociable. "What shall you do with the boys, Mrs. Ryle ? " suddenly asked Farmer Apperley. " Treve, of course, will go to school as usual," she replied. "George 1 have not decided about George." "Shall I have to leave school ?" cried George, looking up with a start. " Of course you will," said Mrs. Ryle. " But what will become of my Latin ; of my 112 TREVLYN HOLD. studies altogether ? " returned George, in a tone of dismay. " You know, mamma, I " "It cannot be helped, George," she inter- rupted, speaking in the uncomj)romisingly decisive manner, so characteristic of her ; as it was of her sister, Miss Diana Trevlyn. " You must turn your attention to something more profitable than schooling, now." "If a boy at fifteen has not had schooling enough, I'd like to knoAv when he has had it 1 " interposed Farmer Apperley, who neither under- stood nor approved of the strides which education and intellect had made since the time when he was a boy. Very substantial people in his day had been content to learn to read and write and -cipher, and to deem that amount of learning sufficient to grow rich upon. As the Dutch pro- fessor did, to whom George Primrose wished to teach Greek, but who dechned the offer. He had never learned Greek ; he had lived, and ate, and slept without Greek ; and therefore he did not see any good in Greek. Thus it was with Farmer Apperley. " What do you learn at school, George ? " ques- tioned Mr. Berkeley. " Latin and Greek, and mathematics, and " " But, George, where will be the good of such things to you ? " cried Farmer Apperley, not MR. RYLE'S last will AXD TESTAMENT. 113 allowing him to finish the catalogue. "Latin and Greek and mathematics ! that is fine, that is!" "I don't see much good in giving a boy that style of education myself/' put in Mr. Chattaway, before any one else had time to speak. "Unless he is to be reared to a profession, the classics only lie fallow in the memory. I hated them, I know that ; I and my brother, too. Many and many a caning we have had over our Latin, until we wished the books at the bottom of the sea. Twelve months after we left school we could not have construed a page, had it been put before us. That's all the good learning Latin did for us." "I shall keep up my Latin and Greek," ob- served George, very independently, " although I may have to leave school." " Why need you keep it up ? " asked Mr. Chattaway, turning his head to take a full look at George. " Why ? " echoed George. " I like it, for one thing. And a knowledge of the classics is neces- sary to a gentleman, now-a-days." " Necessary to what ? " cried Mr. Chattaway. " To a gentleman," repeated George. " Oh," said Mr. Chattaway. "Do you think of being one ? " TOL. I. I 114 TREYLYN HOLD. "Yes, I do/' replied George, in a tone as decisive as any ever nsed by his stepmother. This bold assertion nearly took away the breath of Farmer Apperley. Had George Ryle announced his intention to become a Botany Bay convict, Mr. Apperley's consternation had been scarcely less. The same word will bear different constmctions to different minds. That of " gen- tleman " in the month of George, could only bear one to the plain and simple farmer. " Hey, lad I What Avild notions have ye been getting in your head ? " he asked. " George," spoke Mrs. Ryle almost at the same moment, " are you going to give me trouble at the very onset ? There is nothing for you to look forward to, but w^ork. Your father said it." " Of course I look forward to w^ork, mamma," returned George, as cheerfully as he could speak that sad afternoon. " But that will not prevent my being a gentleman." "George, I fancy you may be somewhat mis- using terms," remarked the surgeon, who was an old inhabitant of that rustic district, and little more advanced in notions than the rest. " What you meant to say was, that you would be a good, honourable, upright man ; not a mean one. Was it not r' MR. RYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. 115 " Yes," said George, after an imperceptible hesi- tation. " Something of that." " The boy did not express himse Ifclearly, you see," said Mr. King, looking round on the rest. " He means right." " Don't you ever talk about being a gentleman again, my lad," cried Farmer Apperley, with a sagacious nod. "It would make the neighbours think you were going on for bad ways. A gentle- man is one who follows the hounds in white smalls and a scarlet coat, and goes to dinners and drinks wine, and never puts his hands to any- thing, but leads an idle life." " That is not the sort of gentleman I meant," said George. " It is to be hoped it's not," emphatically re- plied the farmer. " A man may do this if he has got a good fat banker's book, George, but not else." George made no answering remark. To have explained how very different his notions of a gentleman were from those of Farmer Apperley' s, might have involved him in a long conversation. His silence was looked suspiciously upon by Mr. Chattaway. " Where idle and roving notions are taken up, there's only one cure for them 1 " he remarked, in a short, uncompromising tone. " And that is hard work." I 2 116 TREVLYN HOLD. But that George's spirit was subdued, lie might have hotly answered that he had taken up neither idle nor roving notions. As it was, he sat in silence. " I doubt whether it will be prudent to keep George at home," said Mrs. Kyle, speaking gene- rally, but not to Mr. Chattaway. " He is too young to do much good upon the farm. And there's John Pinder." " John Pinder would do his best, no doubt," said Mr. Chattaway. " The question is — if I do resolve to put George out, what can I put him to ? " resumed Mrs. Ryle. " Papa thought it best that I should stay on the farm," interposed George, his heart beating a shade quicker. " He thought it best that I should exercise my own judgment in the matter," corrected Mrs. Ryle. " The worst is, it takes money to j)lace a lad out," she added, looking at Farmer Apperley. "It does that," replied the farmer. "There's nothing like a trade for boys," said Mr. Chattaway, impressively. " They learn to get a good li\dng, and they are kept out of mischief. It appears to me that Mrs. Ryle will have enough expense upon her hands, without the cost and keep of George being added to it. What service can so young a boy do the farm ? " MR. RYLE'S last will AXD TESTAMENT. 117 " True/' mused Mrs. Ryle, agreeing for once with Mr. Chattaway. " He could not be of much use at present. But the cost of placing him out ? " " Of course he could not," repeated Mr. Chatta- way, with an eagerness which might have betrayed his motive to suspicion, but that he coughed it down. " Perhaps I may be able to manage the putting him out for you, without cost. 1 know of an eligible place where there's a vacancy. The trade is a good one, too." " I am not going to any trade," spoke George, looking Mr. Chattaway full in the face. " You are going where Mrs. Eyle thinks fit that you shall go," returned Mr. Chattaway, in his hard, cold tone. " If I can get you into the establish- ment of Wall and Barnes without premium, it will be a first-rate thing for you." All the blood in George Kyle's body seemed to rush to his face. Poor though they had become in point of money, trade had been unknown in their family, and its sound in George's ears, as applied to himself, was something terrible. "That is a retail shop ! " he cried, rising from his seat in a commotion. " Wei] ? " said Mr. Chattaway. They remained gazing at each *other. George ■with his changing face, flushing to crimson, fading to paleness ; Mr. Chattaway with his composed, 118 TREVLYN HOLD. leaden one. His light eyes were sternly directed to George, but he did not glance at Mr. Ryle. George was the first to speak. '' You should never force me there, Mr. Chatta- way." Mr. Chattaway rose from his seat, took George by the shoulder, and turned him to^Yards the window. The view did not overlook much of the road to Barbrook, the lower road ; but a glimpse of it might be caught sight of here and there, winding along in the distance. " Boy ! do you remember what was carried down that road this afternoon — Avha-fe you followed next to, with your younger brother ? He said that you were not to cross your mother, but to obey her in all things. These are early moments to begin to turn against your father's dying charge." George sat down, his brain throbbing, his heart beating. He did not see his duty very distinctly before him then. His father certainly had charged him to obey his mother's bequests, he had left him entirely subject to her control ; but George felt perfectly sure that his father would never have placed him in a retail shop ; would not have allowed him to enter one. Mr. Chattaway continued talking, but the boy heard him not. He was bending towards Mrs. MR. RYLE's last will AND TESTAMENT. 119 Kyle, enlarging upon the advantages of the plan in persuasive langTiage. He knew that Wall and Barnes had taken a boy into their house without premium, he said, and he believed he could induce them to waive it in George's case. He and Wall had been at school together ; had passed many an impatient hour over the Latin, previously spoken of; and he often called in to have a chat with liim in passing. Wall was a ten thousand pound man now ; and George might become the same in time. " How would you like to place Christopher at it, Mr. Chattaway ? " asked George, his breast heaving rebelliously. " Christopher !" indignantly responded Mr. Chat- taway. " Christopher's heir to Trev Christo- pher isn't you," he concluded, cutting his iii'st retort short. In the presence of Mrs. Ryle it might not be altogether prudent to allude to the heirship of Cris to Trevljm Hold. The sum named conciliated the ear of Mr. Apperley, otherwise he had not listened Avith any favour to the plan. " Ten thousand jDounds ! And Wall but a middle-aged man! That's worth thinking of, George." " I could never live in a shop ; the close air, the confinement, would stifle me," said George, with a sort of groan, putting aside for the moment his more forcible objections. 120 TREVLYN HOLD. " You'd rather live in a thunder-storrQ, with the rain coming down on your head in bucketfuls/* said Mr. Chattaway, sarcastically. " A great deal," said George. Farmer Apperley did not detect the irony af Mr. Chattaway's remark, or the bitterness of the answer. " You'll say next, boy, that you'd rather go for a sailor, and be exposed to the weather night and day, perched midway at ween sky and water ! " "So I would," was George's truthful answer. " Mamma ! let me stay at the farm ! " he cried, the nervous motion of his hands, the strained countenance, proving how momentous was the question to his grieved heart. " You do not know how useful I should soon become ! And papa wished it." Mrs. Ryle shook her head. " You are too young, George, to be of use. No." George seemed to turn white ; face, and heart, and all. He was approaching Mrs. Ryle with an imploring gesture ; but Mr. Chattaway caught his arm and pushed him to his seat again. " George, if I were you, I would not, on this day, cross my mother." George glanced at her. Not a shade of love, of relenting, was there on her countenance. Cold, haughty, self-willed, it always was ; but more cold, MR. RYLE'S last will AND TESTAMENT. 121 more haughty, more self-willed than usual now. He turned and left the room, his heart bursting, crossed the kitchen, and passed into the room whence his father had been carried but two hours before. " Oh, papa ! papa ! " he sobbed, " if you were but back again ! " CHAPTER YIII. INCIPIENT EEBELLIOK Borne clowii by the powers above him, George Byle could only succumb to their will. Persuaded by the eloquence of Mr. Chattaway, Mrs. Ryle became convinced that the placing out of George in the establishment of Wall and Barnes was the most appropriate thing that could be found for him, the most promising. The gi'eat wonder was, that she should have brought herself to listen to Chattaway at all, or have entertained for a moment any proposal emanating from him. There could have been but one solution to the riddle : that of her owTi anxiety to get George settled in some- thing away from home. Down deep in the heart of Mrs. Ryle, there was seated a deep sense of injury — of injustice — of wi'ong. It had been seated there ever since the death of Squire Trevlyn, influencing her actions, warping her temper — the question of the heirship of Trevlyn. Her father had bequeathed Trevlyn Hold to INCIPIENT REBELLION. 123 Chattaway ; and Chattaway's son was now the heir ; whereas, in her opinion, it was her son, Trevlyn Ryle, who should be occupying that desirable distinction. How Mrs. Ryle reconciled it to her conscience to ignore the claims of young Eupeii: Trevl}Ti, she best knew. She did ignore them. She cast no more thought to Ptupert in connection with the succession to Trevlyn, than if he had not been in existence- He had been barred from it by the squire's will, and there it ended. But, failing heirs of her two dead brothers, it was her son who should have come in. Was she not the eldest daughter? What right had that worm, Chattaway, to have insinuated himself into the home of the squire ? into — it may be said — his heart? and so willed over to himself the inheritance ? A bitter fact to Mrs. Ryle ; a fact which rankled in her heart by night and by day ; a turning from the path of justice which she firmly intended to see turned back again. She saw not how it was to be accomplished ; she knew not by what means it could be brought about ; she divined not yet how she should help in it ; but she was fully determined that it should be Trevlyn Ryle even- tually to possess Trevl}m Hold. Never, Oris Chattaway. A determination immutable as the rock ] a 124^ TEEVLYN HOLD. purpose in the furtherance of which she never swei-ved nor faltered ; there it lay in the archives of her most secret thoughts, a part and parcel of herself, not the less nourished because never spoken of. It may be, that in the death of her husband she saw her way to the end somewhat more clearly ; that his removal was but one impediment taken from the path. She had never given utterance to her ambitious hopes for Trevlyn but once ; and that had been to her husband. His reception of them was a warning to her never to speak of them again to him. No son of his, he said, should inherit Trevl3rn Hold while the children of Joseph Trevlyn lived. If Chattaway chose to wrest their rights from them, to make his son Oris the usurper after him, he, Mr. Ryle, could not hinder it ; but his own boy Treve should never take act or part in so crying a wrong. So long as Rupert and Maude Trevlyn lived, he could never recognise other rights than theirs. From that time forward Mrs. Ryle held her tongue to her husband, as she had done to all else ; but the roots of the project grew deej^er and deeper in her heart, overspreading all its healthy fibres. With this gTeat destiny in view for Treve, it will readily be understood why she did not purpose bringing him up to any profession, or sending him INCIPIENT REBELLION. 125 out in the world. Her intention was, that Treve should live at home, as soofi as his school-days were over ; should be the master of Trevlyn Farm, until he could become the master of Trevlyn Hold. And for this reason, and this alone, she did not care to keep George with her. Trevtyn Farm, might be a living for one son ; it would not be for two : neither Avould two masters on it answer, although they were brothers. It is true, a thought at times crossed her whether it might not be well, in the interests of the farm, to retain George. He would soon become useful ; he would be trustworthy ; her interests would be his ; and she felt dubious about confiding all management to John Pinder. But these suggestions were over- ruled by the thought that it would not be desir- able for George to acquire a footing on the farm as its master, and then to be turned from it when the time came for the mastership of Treve. As much for George's sake as for Trove's, she felt this ; and she deterpained to place George at something away, where his interests and Trove's would not clash. Wall and Barnes were flourishing and respect- able tradesmen, silk -mercers and linendrapers ; their establishment a large one, the oldest and best conducted in Barmester. Had it been sug- gested to Mrs. Kyle to place Treve there, she 126 TREVLYX HOLD. would have retorted in haughty inchgnation. And yet she was sendmg George 1 "What Mr. Chattaway's precise object could be, in wishing to get George away from home, he alone knew. That he had such an object, there could be no shadow of doubt ; and Mrs. Eyle's usual clear-sightedness must have been just then obscured, not to perceive it. Had his own inte- rests or pleasure not been in some way involved, Chattaway would have taken no more heed as to what became of George, than he did of a clod of earth in that miserable field just rendered famous by the doings of the ill-conditioned bull. It was Chattaway who did it all. He negotiated with Wall and Barnes ; he brought news of his success to Mrs. Ryle ; he won over Farmer Apperley. Wall and Barnes had occasionally taken a youth without premium — ^the youth being expected to perform an unusual variety of work for the favour, to make himself conjointly into an apprentice and a servant-in-gener?J, to be at the beck and call of the establishment. Under those conces- sions, Wall and Barnes had been known to forego the usual premium ; and this great boon was, through Mr. Chattaway, offered to George Ryle. Chattaway boasted of it ; he enlarged upon his luck to George ; and Mrs. Ryle — accepted it. And George ? Every pulse in his body coursed INCIPIENT REBELLION. 127 on in fiery indignation against the measure, every feeling of his heart rebelled at it. But, of oppo- sition, he could make none : none that served him. Chattaway quietly put him down ; Mrs. Eyle met all his remonstrances with the answer that she had decided ; and Farmer Apperley laboured to convince him that it was a slice of good fortune, which anybody (under the degree of a gentleman who rode to cover in a scarlet coat and white smalls) might jump at. Was not Wall, who had not yet reached his five-and-fortieth year, a ten thousand pound man ? Turn where George would, there appeared to be no escape for him ; no refuge. He must give up all the dreams of his life — not that the dreams had been of any particular colour yet awhile — and become what his mind quite revolted at, what he knew he should never do anything but dislike bitterly. Had he been a less right-minded boy, less dutiful, he would have openly rebelled, have defied Chattaway ; have declined to obey Mrs. Ryle. But that sort of rebellion George did not enter upon. The injunc- tion of his dead father lay on him all too forcibly — " Obey and reverence your mother." And so the agreement was made, and George Byle Avas to go to Wall and Barnes, to be bound to them for seven years. He stood leanino' out of the casement window. 128 TREVLYN HOLD. the night before he was to enter ; his aching brow bared to the cold air, cloudy as the autumn sky. Treve was fast asleep, in his own little bed in the far corner, shaded and sheltered by its curtains : but there was no such peaceful sleep for George. The thoughts to which he was giving vent were not altogether profitable ones ; and certain ques- tions which arose in his mind had been better left out of it. " What right have they so to dispose of me ? " he asked, alluding, it must be confessed, to the trio, Chattaway, Mrs. Ryle, and Mr. Apperley. "They kno^v that if papa had lived, they'd not have dared to urge my being put to it. I wonder what it will end in ^ I wonder whether I shall have to be at it always ? It is not right to put a poor fellow to what he hates most of all in life, and what he'll hate for ever and for ever." He gazed out at the low gloomy line of land lying under the night sky, looking as desolate as he was. " I'd rather go for a sailor ! " broke from him in his despair ; " I'd rather " A hot hand on his shoulder caused him to start and turn. There stood Nora. "If I didn't say one of you boys was out of bed 1 AVhat's this for, George ? What are you doing ? — trying to catch your death at the open window ? " INCIPIENT REBELLION. 129 "As good catcli my death, for all I see, as live in this world, now," was George's answer. " As good be a young simpleton and confess to it," retorted Nora, angrily. " What's the matter, George ? " " Why should they force me to that place at Barmester ? " cried George, following up his grieved thoughts, rather than replying to Nora's question. " I wish Chattawa}' had been a thou- sand miles away first ! What business has he to interfere about me ? " " I wish I was queen at odd moments, when work seems to be coming in seven ways at once, and only one pair of hands to do it," quoth Nora. George turned from the window. " Nora, look here ! You know I am a gentleman born : it^ it right to put me to it ? " Nora evaded an answer. She felt nearly as much as the boy did ; but she saw no way of escape for him, and therefore would not oppose it. There was no way of escape. Chattaway had decided it, Mrs. Hyle had acquiesced, and George Avas conducted to the new house, and took up his abode in it, rebellious feelings choking his heart, rebellious words rising to his lips. But he did his utmost to beat the rebellion VOL. I. K 130 TREVLYN HOLD. down. The charge of his dead father was ever before him— to render all duty and obedience to his step-mother — and George was mindful of it. He felt as one crushed under a whole weight of despair ; he felt as one who had been rudely thrust from his proper place on the earth : but he did constant battle with himself and his wrongs, and strove to make the best of it. How bitter the struggle was, none, save himself, knew ; its remembrance would never die out from his memory. The new work seemed terrible ; not for its amount, though that was great ; but for its nature. To help make up this parcel, to undo that ; to take down these goods, to put up others. He ran to the post with letters — and that was a delightful phase of his life, compared with the rest of its phases — he caiTied out big bundles in brown paper ; once a yard measure was added. He had to stand behind the counter, and roll and unroll goods, and measure tapes and ribbons, and ]x>w and smile, and say " sir " and " ma'am." You will readily conceive what all this was to a proud boy. George might have run away from it alto- gether, but that the image of that table in the sitting-room, and of him who lay upon it, was ever before him, whispering to him to shrink not from his duty. INCIPIENT EEBELLIOX. 131 Not a moment of idleness was allowed to George ; however the shopmen might enjoy leisure intervals when customers ran slack, there was no inten^al of leisure for him. He was the new scapegoat of the establishment ; often doing the work that of right did not belong to him. It was perfectly well known to the young men that he had entered as a working apprentice ; one who was not to be particular what work he did, or its quantity, in consideration of his non-premium terms ; and therefore he was not spared. He had taken his books with him, classics and others ; he soon found that he might as well have left them at home. Not one minute in all the twenty-four hours could he devote to them : his hands were full of work until the last moment, up to bed-time ; and no reading was permitted in the chambers. " Wliere is the use of my having gone to school at all ? " he sometimes would ask himself. He would soon become as oblivious of Latin and Greek as Mr. Chattaway could wish ; indeed, his prospects of adding to his stock of learning were such as would have gladdened Farmer Apperley's heart. One Saturday, when George had been there about three weeks, and when the day was draw- ing near for the indentures to be signed, binding him to the business for years, Mr. Chattaway 132 TREVLYN HOLD. rode up in the very costume that was the subject of Farmer Apperley's ire, when worn by those who ought not to afford to wear it. The hounds had met that day near Barmester, had found their fox, and been led a round- about chase, the fox bringing them back to their starting-point, to resign his brush ; and the master of Trevlyn Hold, on his splashed but fine hunter, in his scarlet coat, white smalls and boots, splashed also, rode through Barmester on his return, and pulled up at the door of Wall and Barnes. Givino- his horse to o a street boy to hold, he entered the shop, whip in hand. The scarlet coat, looming in unexpectedly, caused a flutter in the establishment. Saturday was market-day, and the shop was unusually full. The customers looked round in admiration, the shopmen with envy ; little chance was there, thought those hard-worked, unambitious young men, that they should ever wear a scarlet coat, and ride to cover on a blood hunter. Mr. Chat- taway, of Trevlyn Hold, was an object of con- sideration just then. He shook hands with Mr. Wall, who came forward from some remote region ; he turned and shook hands condescend- ingly with George. "And how does he suit?" blandly inquired I^X1PIE:^T PtEBELLIOX. 133 Mr. Cbattaway. " Can yon make anything of him?" " He does his best," was the reply of Mr. Wall " Awkward at present ; but we have had others who have been as awkward at first, I think, and who have turned out valuable assistants in the long run. I am willing to take him." " That's all right, then," said Mr. Chattaway " I'll call in and tell Mrs. Ryle. Wednesday is the day he is to be bound, I think ? " "Wednesday," assented Mr. Wall. " I shall be here. I am glad to take this trouble off Mrs. Kyle's hands. I hope you like your employment, George." " I do not like it at all," replied George. And he spoke out fearlessly, although his master stood by. " Oh, indeed ! " said Mr. Chattaway, with a false-sounding laugh. " Well, I did not suppose you would like it too well at first." Mr. Wall laughed also, a hearty, kindly laugh. "Never yet was there an apprentice liked his work too well," said he. " It's their first taste of the labour of life. George Ryle will like it better when he is used to it." " I never shall," thought George. But he sup- posed it would not quite do to say so ; neither would it answer any end. Mr. Chattaway shook 134 " TREVLYN HOLD. hands with Mr. Wall, gave a nod to George, and he and his scarlet coat loomed out again. • "Will it last my life ? — will this dreadful slaver last my Hfe ? " burst from George Kyle's rebellious heart. CHAPTER IX. EMANCIPATION. On the following day, Sunday, George walked home : Mrs. Byle had told him he might come and spend the day. All were at church except Molly, and George went to meet them. Several groups were coming along ; and presently he met Oris Chattaway, Rupert Trevlyn, and his brother Treve, walking together. " Where's mamma ? " asked George. " She stepped in-doors with Mrs. Apperley," answered Treve. " She said she'd follow me on directly." " How do you relish linendrapering ? " asked Oris Chattaway, in a chaffing sort of manner, as George turned with them. " Horrid, isn't it?" ''There's only about one thing in this world more horrid," answered George. " My father said you expressed fears before you went that you'd find the air at the shop 136 THEVLYN HOLD. stifliuo;," went on Oris, not askinc]: v/liat the one exception might be. " Is it hopelessly so ? " " Isn't it I " returned George. " The black hole in Calcutta must have been cool and pleasant in comparison with it." " I wonder you are alive," continued Oris. " I wonder I am/' said George, equably. " I was quite off in a faint one day, when the shop was at the fullest. They thought they must have sent for you, Oris ; that the sight of you might bring me to again." " There you go ! " exclaimed Treve Eyle. " I wonder if you two could let each other alone if you were bribed to do it 1 " " Oris began it," said George. " I didn't," said Cris. " I should like to see you at your work, though, George ! I'll come some day. The squire paid you a visit yesterday after- noon, he told us. He says you are getting to be quite the polite cut ; one can't serve out yards of calico without it, you know." George E-yle's face burnt. He knew that Mr. Chattaway had been speaking of him with ridicule at Trevlyn Hold, in connection with his new occu- pation. " It would be a more fitting situation for you than for me, Cris," said he. " And now you hear it." Cris laughed scornfully. *' Perhaps it might, if EMANCIPATION. 137 I wanted one. The master of Trevlyn won't need to go into a linendraper's shop, George Ryle." " Look here, Oris. That shop is honid, and I don't mind telling you that I find it so, that not an hour in the day goes over my head but I wish myself out of it ; but I Avould rather bind myself to it for twenty years, than be the master of Trevlyn Hold, if I came to it as you will come to it — by ^vrong." Cris broke into a shrill, derisive whistle. It was being prolonged to an apparently intermin- able length, when he found himself rudely seized from behind. " Is that the way you walk home from church, Christopher Chattaway ? Whistling ! " Cris looked round and saw Miss Trevlyn. " Goodness, Aunt Diana I are you going to shake me?" "Walk along as a gentleman should, then," returned Miss Trevlyn. She went on. Miss Chattaway v/alked by her side, not deigning to cast a word or a look to the boys as she swept past. Gliding up behind them, holding the hand of Maude, was gentle Mrs. Chattaway. They all wore black silk dresses and white silk bonnets : the apology for mourn- ing assumed for Mr. Ryle. But the gowns were 138 TEEYLYN HOLD. not new ; and the bonnets were but the bonnets of the past summer, with the coloured flowers taken out. Mrs. Chattaway slackened her pace, and George found himself at her side. She seemed to linger, as if she would speak with him, unheard by the rest. " Are you pretty well, my dear ? " were her first words. " You look taller and thinner, and your face is pale." ''I shall look paler ere I have been much longer in the shop, Mrs. Chattaway." Mrs. Chattaway glanced her head timidly round with the air of one who fears she may be heard. But they were alone now. " Are you grieving, George ? " " How can I help it ? " he passionately answered, eehng that he could open his heart to Mrs. Chat- taway, as he could to no one else in the Avide world. "Is it a proper thing to put me to, dear Mrs. Chattaway ? " " I said it was not," she murmured. " I said to Diana that I wondered Maude should place you there." " It Avas not mamma ; it was not mamma so much as Mr. Chattaway," he answered, forgetting possibly that it was Mr. Chattaway's wife to whom he spoke. "At times, do you know, I EMANCIPATION. 1S9 feel as though I would almost rather be^ — be " "Be what, dear?" " Be dead, than stop." " Hush, George ! " she cried, almost with a shud- der. " Random figures of speech never do good ; I have learnt it. In the old days, when " She suddenly broke off what she was saying, and glided forward without further notice, catch- ing Maude's hand in hers as she passed, who was then walking by the side of the boys. George looked round for the cause of the desertion, and found it in Mr. Chattaway. That gentleman was coming along with a quick step, one of his younger children in his hand. The Chattaways turned off towards Trevlyn Hold, and George walked on with Treve. " Do you know how things are going on at home, Treve, between mamma and Chattaway?" asked George. "Chattaway's a miserable screw," was Trove's answer. "He'd like to grind down the world, and he doesn't let a chance escape him of doing it. Mamma says it's a dreadful sum he has put upon her to pay yearly, and she does not see how the farm will do it, besides keeping us. I wish we were clear of him ! I wish I was as big as you, George ! I'd work the farm baiTcn, I'd work 140 TREVLYN HOLD. my arms off, but what I'd get together the money to pay him !" " They won't let me work," said George. " They have thrust me away from the farm." " I wish you were back at it ; I know that ! Nothing goes on as it used to, when you were there and papa was alive. Nora's cross, and mamma's cross ; and I have not a soul to speak to. What do you think Chattaway did this week r " Something mean, I suppose !" " Mean ! Mean and double mean. We killed a pig, and while it was being cut up, Chattaway marched in. 'That's fine meat, John Pinder,' said he, when he had looked at it a bit ; ' as fine as I ever saw. That was a good plan of Mr. Ryle's, the keeping his pigs clean. I should like a bit of this meat ; I think I'll take a sparerib ; and it can go against Mi-s. Ryle's account with me.' With that, he laid hold of a fine sparerib, the finest of the two, and called to the boy who was standing by, and sent him up with it at once to Trevlyn Hold. What do you think of thatl" " Think I That it's just the thing Chattaway would be doing every day of his life, if he could. Mamma should have sent for the meat back." EMANCIPATION. 141 " And anger Chattaway ? It might be all the worse for us if she did." " Is it not early to begin pig-killing ?" " Yes. John Pinder killed this one on his own authority : never so much as asking mamma. She was so angry. She told him, if ever he acted for himself again, without knowing what her pleasure might be, she should discharge him. But it strikes me John Pinder is 'fond of doing things on his own head," concluded Treve, sagaciously ; " and that he will do them, in spite of mamma, now there's no master over him." The day soon passed. George told his mamma how terribly he disliked being where he was placed ; worse than that, how completely unsuited he believed he was to the business. Mrs. Ryle coldly said we all had to put up with what we disliked, and that he would get reconciled to it in time. There was evidently no hope for him ; and he returned to Barmester at night, feeling that there was not. On the following afternoon, Monday, some one in deep mourning entered the shop of Wall and Barnes, and asked if she could speak to Master Ryle. George was at the upper end of the shop. A box of lace had been accidentally upset on the floor, and he had been called to set it to rights. Behind him hung two shawls, open, and further 142 TREYLYN HOLD. back, hidden by those shawls, was a private desk, belonging to Mr. Wall. The visitor approached George and saluted him. " Well, you are busy I" George lifted his head at the well-known voice-^ Nora's. Her attention appeared chiefly attracted by the box of lace. " What a mess it is in 1 And you don't go a bit handy to work, towards putting it tidy." " I shall never be handy at this sort of work. Oh, Nora I I cannot tell you how I dislike it !" he exclaimed, with a burst of feeling that betrayed its own pain. " I'd rather be with papa in his coffin !" " Don't talk nonsense !" said Nora. " It is not nonsense. I shall never care for anything again in life, now they have put me here. It was Chattaway's doings ; you know it was, Nora. Mamma never would have thought of it. When I remember that papa would have objected to this for me just as strongly as I object to it for myself, I can hardly hear my thoughts. I think how he will be orrieved, if he can see what Qfoes on in this world. You know he said some- thing about that when he Avas dying — the dead retaining their consciousness of the doings here." " Have you objected to be bound ?" " I have not objected. I don't mean to object. EMANCIPATIOX. 148 Papa charged me to obey Mrs. E,yle, and not cross her — and I won't forget that ; therefore I shaR remain, and do my duty to the very best of my power. But it was a cruel thing to put me to it. Chattaway has some motive for getting me off the farm ; there's no doubt of it. I shall stay if— if " " Why do you hesitate ? " asked Nora. " Well, there are moments," he answered, " when a fear comes over me whether I can bear on, and stay. You see, Nora, it is Chattaway's and mamma's will balancing against all the hopes and prospects of my life. I know that my father charged me to obey mamma ; but on the other hand, I know that if he were alive he would be pained to see me here ; would be the first to snatch me away. When these thoughts come forcibly upon me, I doubt whether I can stay." '" You must not encourage them," said Nora. "I don't think I encourage them. But they come in spite of me. The fear comes ; it is always coming. Don't say anything to mamma, Nora. I have made my mind up to stop, and I'll try hard to do it. As soon as I am out of my time I'll go off to India, or somewhere, and forget the old life in a new one." "My goodness me !" uttered Nora. But having no good answering arguments at hand, she ]44! TREVLYN HOLD. Ihouglit it as well to leave him, and took lier departure. The day arrived on which George was to be bound. It was a gloomy November day, and the tall chimneys of Barmester rose dark and dull and dismal against the outlines of the grey sky. The previous night had been a hopelessly wet one, and the mud in the streets was ankle-deep. People who had no urgent occasion to be abroad, drew closer to their comfortable firesides, and wished the dreary month of November was over. George stood at the door of the shop, having snatched a moment to come to it. A slender, handsome boy, he w^as, with his earnest eyes and his dark chestnut hair, looking too gentle- manly to belong to that shop. Belong to it ! Ere the stroke of another hour sliould have been told on the dial of the church clock of Barmester, he would be bound to it b}" an irrevocable bond — have become as much a part and parcel of it as the silks that were displayed in its windows, as the shawls which exhibited themselves in all their gay and gaudy colours. As he stood there, he was feelino^ that no fate on earth was ever so hopelessly dark as his : he was feeling that he had no friend either in earth or heaven. One, two ; three, four ! chimed out over the town through the leaden atmosphere. Half-past EMANCIPATION. 145 eleven ! It was the hour fixed for the siofnino- of the indentures which would bind him to servitude for years ; and he, George Ryle, looked to the extremity of the street, expecting the appearance of Mr. Chattaway. Considering the manner in which Mr. Chatta- way had urged the binding on, George had thought he would be half an hour before the hour, rather than five minutes beyond it. He looked eagerly to the extremity of the street, at the same time dreading the sight he sought for. " George Ryle I " The call came ringing on his ears in a sharp, imperative tone, and he turned in, in obedience to it. He Avas told to " measure those trimmings, and card them." An apparently interminable task. About fifty pieces of ribbon-trimmings, some scores of yards in each piece, all off their cards. George sighed as he singled out one and began upon it — he wa?; terribly awkward at the work. It advanced slowly. In addition to the inajo- titude of his fingers for the task, to his intense natural distaste of it — and so intense was that distaste, that the ribbons felt as if they burnt his fingers — in addition to this, there were frequent interruptions. Any of the shopmen who wanted help called to George Ryle ; and once he was told to open the door for a lady who was de- VOL. I, L 14 G TREVLYN HOLD. parting. On tliat cold, gloomy day, tlie doors were kept shut. As the lady walked away, George leaned out, and took another gaze. Mr. Chattaway was not in sight. The clocks were then striking the quarter to twelve. A feeling of something like hope, but vagTie and faint, and terribly unreal, dawned over his heart. Could the delay augur good for him ? — was it possible that there could be any change ? How unreal it was, the next moment proved to him. There came round that far corner a horse- man at a hand-gallop, his horse's hoofs scattering the mud in all directions. It was Mr. Chattaway. He reined up at the private door of Wall and Barnes, dismounted, and consigned his horse to his gi'oom, who had followed at the same pace, splashing the mud also. The false, faint hope was over ; and George walked back to his cards and his trimmings, like one from whom the spirit has gone out. A message was brought to him almost imme- diately by one of the house servants : Squire Chattaway waited in the drawing-room. Squire Chattaway had sent the message himself, not to George ; to Mr. Wall. But Mr. Wall was engaged at the moment with a gentleman, and he sent the message on to George. George went up-stairs. EMANCIPATION. 147 Mr. Cliattaway, in his top boots and spurs, stood warming Lis hands over the fire. He had not removed his hat. When the door opened, he raised his hand to do so ; but seeing it was only George who entered, he left it on. He was much given to the old-fashioned use of boots and spurs when he rode abroad. " Well, George, how are you ? " George went up to the fire-place. On the centre table, as he passed it, lay an official-looking parchment rolled up, a large inkstand with ^viiting materials by its side. George had not the least doubt that the parchment was no other than that formidable document, yclept Indentures. Mr. Chattaw^ay had taken up the same opinion. He extended his riding-whip towards the parch- ment, and spoke in a significant tone, turning his eye on George. " Ready ? " " It is no use attempting to say I am not," replied George. " I would rather you had forced me to be one of the lowest boys in your coal mines, Mr. Chattaway." " What's this ? " asked Mr. Chattaway. He was pointing now to the uj^per part of the sleeve of George's jacket. Some ravellings of cotton had collected there unnoticed. George took them off, and put them on the fire. I. 2 148 TREVLYX HOLD. "It is only a mark of my trade, Mr. C'liatta- way." Whether Mr. Chattaway detected the bitterness of the words — not the bitterness of sarcasm, but of despair — cannot be told. He laughed plea- santly, and before the laugh was over, Mi\ Wall came in. Mr. Chattaway removed his hat now, and laid it with his riding-whip alongside of the indentures. " I am later than I ought to be," observed Mr. Chattaway, as they shook hands. " The fact is, 1 was on the jDoint of starting, when my manager at the colliery came up. His business was im- portant, and it kept me the best part of an hour." " Plenty of time ; plenty of time," said Mr. Wall. " Take a seat." They sat down near the table. George, appa- rently unnoticed, remained standing on the hearthrug. A few minutes were spent con- versing on different subjects, and then Mr. Chat- taway turned to the parchment. " These are the indentures, I presume ? " ''Yes." " I called on Mrs. Kyle last evening. She requested me to say that should her signature be required, as the boy's nearest relative and guar- dian — as his only parent, it may be said, in fact EMANCIPATIOX. 149 — she slioukl be ready to affix it at any given time." " It Avill not be required," replied Mr. Wall, in a clear voice. " I shall not take George Ryle as an apprentice." A stolid look of surprise struggled to ^Ii'. Chat- taway's leaden face. At first, he scarcely seemed to take in the full meaning of the words. " Not take him ? " he rejoined, staring helplessly. " No. It is a pity these were made out," con- tinued Mr. Wall, taking the indentures in his hand. " It has been so much time and paper wasted. However, that is not of gi'eat consequence. I ^vi\\ be at the loss, as the refusal comes from my side." Mr. Chattaway found his tongue — found it volu- bly. " Won't he do ? Is he not suitable ? I— I don't understand this." " Not at all suitable, in my opinion," answered Mr. Wall. Mr. Chattaway turned sharply upon George, a strangely evil look in his dull grey eye, an omi- nous twist in his thin, dry lip. Mr. Wall likewise turned ; but on his face there was a reassuring smile. And George ? George stood there as one in a dream ; his face changing to perplexity, his eyes strained to wonder, his fingers intertwined with the nervous grasp of emotion. 150 TREVLYN HOLD. " What have you been guilty of, sir, to cause this change of intentions ? " shouted Mr. Chatta- way. '' He has not l)een guilty at all," interjDOsed Mr. Wall, who appeared to be enjoying a smile at George's bewildered astonishment and Mr. Chat- taway's discomfiture. "Don't blame the boy. So far as I know and believe, he has striven to do his best ever since he has been here." " Then why won't you take him ? You will take him," added Mr. Chattaway, in a more agree- able voice, as the idea dawned upon him that Mr. Wall had been joking. "Indeed, I will not. If Mrs. Ryle offered me £1000 premium with him, I should not take him." Mr. Chattaway' s small eyes opened to their utmost width. " And why would you not ? " " Because, knowing what I know now, I believe that I should be committing an injustice upon the boy ; an injustice which nothing could repair. To condemn a youth to pass the best years of his life at an uncongenial pursuit, to make the jDursuit his calling, is a cruel injustice, wherever it is knomngly inflicted. I myself was a victim to it." " My boy," added Mr. Wall, laying his hand on George's shoulder, " you have a marked distaste to the silk mercery business. Is it not so ? Sj)eak EMANCIPATION. 151 out fearlessly. Don't regard me as your master —I shall never be that, you hear— but as your friend ? " " Yes, I have," rephed George. " You think it a cruel piece of injustice to have put you to it : you shall never more feel an inte- rest in life ; you'd as soon be with poor Mr. Ryle in his cofEn 1 And when you are out of your time, you mean to start for India or some out-of- the-world place, and begin life afresh 1 " George was too much confused to answer. His face turned scarlet. Undoubtedly Mr. Wall had heard his conversation with Nora. Mr. Chattaway was looking red and angiy. When his face did turn red, it presented a charm- ing hue of brick-dust, garnished with yellow. " It is only scamps who take a dislike to what they are put to," he exclaimed. "And their dislike is all pretence." " I differ from you in both propositions," replied Mr. Wall. " At any rate, I do not think it the case with your nephew." Mr. Chattaway's salmon colour turned to gi-een. " He is no nephew of mine. What next will you say,WaU?" "Your step-nephew, then, to be correct," equably rejoined Mr. Wall. " You remember when we left school together, you and I, and began to 152 TREVLYN HOLD. turn our thoughts to the business of life ? Your father wished joii to go into the bank as clerk, you know ; and mine " "But he did not get his wish, more's the luck," again interposed Mr. Chattaway, not pleased at the allusion. "A poor start in life that would have been for the future squire of Trevlyn Hold." " Pooh ! " rejoined Mr. Wall, in a good-tem- pered, matter-of-fact tone. "You did not look forward then to be exalted to Trevlyn Hold. Nonsense, Chattaway ! We are old friends, you know. But, let me continue. I heard a certain conversation of this boy's with Nora Dickson, and it seemed to bring my owti early life back to me. With every word that he spoke, I had a fellow feeling. My father insisted that I should follow the same business that he was in ; this. He carried on a successful trade for years, in this very house ; and nothing would do but I must succeed him in it. I vain I urged my repugnance to it, my dislike ; in vain I said I had formed other views for myself ; I was not listened to. In those days it was not the fashion for sons to run counter to their fathers' will ; at least, such was my expe- rience ; and into the business I came. I have reconciled myself to it by dint of time and habit ; liked it, I never have ; and I have always felt that it was — as I heard this boy express it — a cruel EMANCIPATION. 153 wrong to force me into it. You cannot, therefore, be surprised that I decline so to force another. I will never do it knowingly." " You decline absolutely to take him ? " asked Mr. Chattaway. " Absolutely and positively. He can remain in the house a few days longer if it will suit his con- venience, or he can leave to-day. I am not dis- pleased with you," added Mr. Wall, turning to George and holding out his hand. " We shall part good friends." George seized it and grasped it, his countenance glowing, a whole world of gratitude shining forth from his eyes as he lifted them to Mr. Wall. " I shall always think you have been the best friend I ever had, sir, next to my father." " I hope it will prove so, George. I hope you will find some pursuit in life more congenial to you than this."' Mr. Chattaway took his hat and his whip from the table. "This will be fine news for your mother, sir ! " cried he severely to George. " It may turn out wxll for her," replied George, boldly. "My belief is that the farm never would have got along with John Pinder for its manager." " You think you would make a better ? " said Mr. Chattaway, his thin lip curling. L54 TREVLYX HOLD. " I can be true to her, at any rate," said George. " And I can have my eyes about me." " Good morning," resumed Mr. Chattaway to Mr. Wall, putting out umviUingly the tips of two of his fingers. Mr. Wall laughed as he gTasped them. " I do not see why you should be vexed, Mr. Chattaway. The boy is no son of yours. For myself, all I can say is, that I have been actuated by motives of regard for his interest." " It remains to be proved whether it will be for his interest," coldl}" rejoined Mr. Chattaway. "Were I his mother, and this check were dealt out to me, I should send him off to break stones on the road. Good morning, AVall. And I beg yoLi will not bring me here again upon a fool's errand." George went into the shop, to get from it some few personal trifles that he had left there. He deemed it well to depart at once, and carry, him- self, the news home to Mrs. Ryle. The cards and trimmings lay in the unfinished state that he had left them. What a change, that moment and this ! One or two of the employes noticed his radiant countenance. " Has anything happened ? " they asked. " Yes," answered George. '' I have been sud- denly lifted into elysium." EIVLVNCIPATION. 1 -5 5 He started on his way, leaving his things to be sent after him. His footsteps scarcely touched the gi'ound. Not a rough ridge of the road, felt he ; not a sharp stone ; not a hill ; it seemed like a smooth, soft bowling-gToen. Only when he turned in at the gate did he remember there was his mother's displeasure to be met and grappled with. Nora gave a shriek when he entered the house, " George ! whatever brings you here ? " " Where's mamma ? " was George's only answer. " She's in the best parlour," said Nora. " And I can tell you that she's not in the best of hu- mours just now, so I'd advise you not to go in." " What about ? " asked George, taking it for gi'anted that she had heard the news of himself, and that that was the grievance. But he was agreeably undeceived. " It's about John Pinder. He has been havinof two of the meads ploughed ujd, and he never asked the missis first. She is angry." " Has Chattaway been here to see mamma, Nora?" " He came up here on horseback in a desperate hurry half-an-hour ago ; but she was out on the farm, so he said he'd call again. It was through her going abroad this morning that she discovered what they were about with the fields. She says loQ TREYLYN HOLD. she thinks John Pinder must be going out of his mind ; to take things upon himself, in the way he is doing." George bent his steps to the draiving-room. Mrs. Kyle was seated before her desk, writing a note. The expression of her face, as she looked up at George between the white lappets of her mdow's cap, was resolutely severe. It changed to astonishment. Strange to say she was YTiting to Mr. Wall to stop the signature of the indentures, or to desire they might be cancelled if signed. She could not do without George at home, she said ; and she told him why she could not. "Mamma," said George, "will you be angry if I tell you something that has struck me in all this?" "Tell it," said Mrs. Kyle. " I feel quite certain that Chattaway has been acting with a motive ; that he has some private reason for wishing to get me away from home. That's what he has been working for ; otherwise he would never have troubled himself about me. It is not in his nature." Mrs. Kyle gazed at George steadfastly, as if weighing his words, and presently knitted her brow. George could read her countenance tole- rably well. He felt sure she had arrived at a EMANCIPATIOX. 157 similar conclusion, and that it irritated her. He resumed. '' It looks bad for you, mamma ; but you mus not think I say this selfishly. Twenty times I have asked myself the question, Why does he wish me away ? And I can only think that he would like the fann to go to rack and ruin, so that you may be driven off it." " Nonsense, George." " Well, I can't tell what else it can be." " If so, he is defeated," said Mrs. Ryle. " You will take your place as mast er of the farm to-day, George, under me. Defemng to me in all things, you understand ; giving no orders on your own responsibility, taking my pleasure upon the merest trifle." " I should not think of doing otherwise,'" repHed George. ''I will do my best for you in aU ways, mamma. You will soon see how useful I can be." " Yery well. But I may as well mention one thing to you. When Treve shall be old enough, it is he who will be the master here, and you must resign the place to him. It is not that I wish to set the younger of your father's sons unjustly above the head of the elder. This farm will be a living but for one of you ; barely that ; and I prefer that Treve should have it ; he is 158 TREVLYN HOLD. my own son. We will endeavour to find a better arm for yon, George, before tliat time shall come." "Just as 3^ou please," said George, cheerfully. " Now that I am emancipated from that dreadful nightmare, my prospects look of a bright rose- colour. I'll do the best I can on the farm, remem- bering that I do it for Treve's future benefit ; not for mine. Something else will turn up for me, no doubt, before I'm ready for it." '' Wntiich wdll not be for some years to come, George," said Mrs. Ryle, feeling pleased with the boy s cheerful, acquiescent spirit. " Treve will not be old enough for " Mrs. Ryle w^as interrupted. The room door had opened, and there appeared Mr. Chattaway, show- ing himself in. Nora never affected to be too courteous to that gentleman ; and on his coming to the house to ask for Mrs. Kyle a second time, she had curtly answered that Mrs. Ryle was in the best parlour (the more familiar name for the draw- ing-room in the farm-house), and allowed him to find his own way to it. Mr. Chattaway looked surprised at seeing George ; he had not bargained for his arriving at home so soon. Extending his hand towards him, he turned to Mrs. Ryle. " There's a dutiful son for you ! You hear EMANCIPATION. 1 9 what he has done ? — that he has returned on your hands as a bale of worthless goods." " Yes, I hear that Mr. Wall has declined to take him," was her composed an&wer. " It has happened for the best. When he anived just now, I was writing to Mr. Wall, requesting that he might not be bound." " And why 'i " asked Mr. C /hattaway, in consider- able amazement. "I find that I am unable to do without him," said Mrs. Ryle, her tone harder and firmer than ever ; her eyes, stern and steady, thrown full on Chattaway. " I tried the experiment, and it has failed. I cannot do without one by my side devoted to my interests ; and John Pinder cannot get along without a master." " And do you think you'll find what you want in him ! — in that inexperieuced schoolboy ? " burst forth Mr. Chattaway. " I do," replied Mrs. Ryle, her tone so signifi- cantly decisive as to be almost offensive. " He takes his standing from this day, the master of Trevl3ni Farm ; subject only to me." "I wish you joy of him!" angrily returned Chattaway. "But you must understand, Mrs. Ryle, that your having a boy at the head of affairs will oblige me to look more keenly after my interests.' 160 TREVLYN HOLD. *'My aiTangements witli you are settled/* she said. " So long as I fulfil my part, that is all that concerns you, James Chattaway." "You'll not fulfil it, if you put him at the head of things." " Wlien I fail, you can come here and tell me of it. Until then, I would prefer that you should not intrude on Trevlyn Farm." She rang the bell violently as she spoke, and Molly, who was passing along the passage, imme- diately appeared, staring and wondering. Mrs. Ryle extended her hand imperiously, the fore- finger pointed out. " The door for Mr. Chattaway." CHAPTER X. MADAiVl'S ROOM. Leading out of the dressing-room of Mrs. Chat taway was a moderate-sized, comfortable apart- ment, fitted up as a sitting-room, its hangings of chintz, and its furniture maple-wood. It was called in the household " Madam's Room," and it was where Mrs. Chattaway frequently sat. Yes ; the house and the neighbourhood accorded her readily the title which usage had long given to the mistress of Trevlyn Hold : but they would not give that of " Squire " to her husband. I wish particularly to repeat this. Strive for it as he would, force his personal servants to observe the title as he did, he could not set it recog-nised or adopted. When a written invitation came to the Hold — a rare event, for the good old-fashioned custom of inviting b}^ word of mouth was mostly followed there — it would be worded, " Mr. and Madam Chattaway," and Chattaway's face turned green as he read it. No, never ! He enjoyed the 162 TREVLYN HOLD. substantial good of being tlie proprietor of Trevlyn Hold, lie received its revenues, lie held sway as its lord and master ; but its lionours were not given to him. Which was so much gall and wormwood to Chattaway. Mrs. Chattaway stood at this window on that dull morning in November mentioned in the last chapter, her eyes strained outvvards. What was she gazing on ? On those lodge chimneys ? — on the dark and nearly bare trees that waved to and fro in the wintry wind ? — on the extensive land- scape stretching out in the distance, not fine to- day, but dull and cheerless ? — or on the shifting clouds of the grey skies ^ Not on any of these ; her eyes, though apparently bent on all, in reality saw none. They were fixed in vacancy ; buried like her thoughts, inwards. She wore a mushn gown v>ith dark purple spots upon it ; her collar was fastened with a bow of black ribbon, her sleeves were confined with black ribbons at the vrrist. She w^as passing a finger imderneath one of these WTist-iibbons, round and round, as if the ribbon were tight ; in point of tact, it was a proof of her abstraction, and she knew not that she Y\^as doing it. Her smooth hair fell in curls on her fair face, and her blue eyes were bright as with a slight touch of inward fever. madam's room. 163 Some one opened the door, and peeped in. It was Maude Trevl3'n. Her frock was of tlie same material as the gown of Mrs. Chattaway, and a sash of black ribbon encircled her waist. Mrs. Chattaway did not turn, and Maude came forward. "Are you well to-day, Aunt Edith ?" " Not very, dear." Mrs. Chattaway took the pretty young head within her arm as she answered, and fondly stroked the bright curls. "You have been crying, Maude !" Maude shook back her curls with a smile, as if she meant to be brave ; to make light of the accusation. " Cris and Octave v/ent on so shame- fully. Aunt Edith, ridiculing George Ryle ; and when I took his part, Cris hit me here " — pointing to the side of her face — " a sharp blov/. It was stupid of me to cry, though." " Cris did ? " exclaimed Mrs. Chattaway. " But I know I provoked him,'' candidly acknow- ledged Maude. " I'm afraid I got into a passion ; and you know, Aunt Edith, I don't mind what I say when I do get into one. I told CVis that he would be placed at something not half as good as a linendraper's some time, for he'd want a living when Hupert came into Trevlyn Hold." "Maude! Maude ! hush !" exclaimed Mi's. Chat- taway in a tone of terror. " You must not say that." M 2 1()4 TREVLYN HOLD. " I know I must not, Aunt Edith ; I know it is wrong ; wrong to think it, and foolish to say it. It was my temper. I am very sorry." She nestled close to Mrs. Chattaway, caressing and penitent. Mrs. Chattaway stooped and kissed her, a strangely-marked expression of tribulation, of tribulation shrinking and hopeless, upon her countenance. ''Oh, Maude! I am so ill!" Maude felt awed ; and somewhat puzzled. " 111, Aunt Edith V " There is an illness of mind worse than that of body, Maude ; inward trouble is more wearing than outward, child ! I feel as though I should sink ; sink under my weight of care. Sometimes I wonder why I am kept on earth." " Oh, Aunt Edith ! You " A knocking at the room door. It was followed by the entrance of the upper part of a female servant's face. She could not see Mi's. Chattaway ; only Maude. " Is Miss Diana here. Miss Maude ?" "No. Only Madam." "What is it, Phoebe?" called out Mrs. Chatta- way. The girl came in now. " Master Cris wants to know if he can take out the gig, ma'am ?" " I cannot tell an}i:hing about it," said Mrs. madam's room. 165 Chattaway. " You must ask Miss Diana. Maude, see ; that is your Aunt Diana's step on the stairs now." Miss Trevlyn came in. "The gig 1" she re- peated. " No ; Oris cannot take it. Go and tell him so, Maude. Phoebe, return to your work." Maude ran away, and Phoebe went off gi'um- bling, not aloud, but to herself ; nobody dared grumble in the hearing of Miss Trevlyn. She had spoken in a sharp tone to Phoebe, and the girl did not like sharp tones when addressed to herself As Miss Trevlyn sat dowai opposite Mrs. Chatta- way, the feverish state of that lady's countenance struck upon her attention. " What is the matter, Edith ?" Mrs. Chattaway buried her elbow on the sofa- cushion, and pressed her hand on her face, half covering it, before she spoke. " I cannot get over this business," she answered in a low tone. " To- day — perhaps naturally — I am feeling it more than is good for me. It makes me ill, Diana." "What business ?" asked Miss Trevlyn. " This binding out of George Ryle." " Nonsense," said Miss Diana. " It is not the proper thing for him, Diana ; you admitted yesterday that it was not. The boy says that it is the blighting of his whole future life : and I feel that it is nothinsr less. I could 166 TREVLYN HOLD. not sleep last night for thinking* of it. Once I dozed off, and fell into an ugly dream : " she shivered. " I thought Mr. Ryle came to me, and asked whether it was not enough that we .had heaped care upon him in life, and then sent him to his death, but we must pursue his son." " You always were weak, you knovs', Edith," was the composed rejoinder of Miss Trevlyn. "Why Cliattaway should be interfering with George Ryle, I cannot understand ; but it surely need not give concern to you. The proper person to put a veto on his being placed at Bamiester, as he is being placed, Avas Maude Ryle. If she did not see fit to do it, it is no business of ours." " It seems to me as if he had no one to stand up for him. It seems," added ^Irs. Chattawa}^ with more of passion in her tone, " as if his father must be lookino- on at us and condemninof us from his OTave." " If you will worry yourself over it, you must," was the rejoinder of Miss Trevlyn. '■' It is very foolish, Edith, and it can do no earthly good. He is bound by this tune, and the thing is iiTevo- cable." " Perhaps that is the reason — because it is irre- vocable — that it presses upon me to-day with a greater weight. It has made me think of the past, Diana," she added in a whisper. " Of that MxVdam's room. 167 other wi'ong-, which I cheat myself sometimes into forgetting; a ^vi'ong " " Be silent !" imperatively interrupted Miss Trevlyn, and the next moment Oris Chattav^ay bounded into the room. " What's the reason I can't have the gig ?" he began. " Who says I can't have it ?" " I do," said Miss Trevl}^. Oris insolently turned from her, and walked up to Mrs. Chattav/ay. "May I not take the gig, mamma ?" If one thing irritated the sv/eet temper of Mrs. Chattaway, it was the being appealed to against any decision of Diana's. She knew that she pos- sessed no power ; that she was a nonentity in the house ; and though she bowed to her dependency, and had no resource but to bow to it, she did not like it to be brought palpably before her. "Don't apply to me, Oris. I know nothing about things down-stairs ; I cannot say, one way or the other. The horses and vehicles are the things in particular that your papa will not have meddled with. Do you remember taking out the dog-cai*t without leave, and the result ? " Cris looked angTy ; perhaps the reminiscence was not agreeable. Miss Diana interfered. " You will not talie out the gig, Cris. I have said it." 168 TEEVLYN HOLD. " Then see if I don't walk ! And if I am not home to dinner, Aunt Diana, you can just tell the squire that the thanks are due to you." "Where is it that you wish to go?" asked Mrs. Chattaway. " I am going to Barmester. I want to wish that fellow joy of his indentures," added Oris, a glow of triumph lighting his face. " He is bound l)y this time. I wonder the squire is not back again !" The squire was back again. As Oris spoke, his tread was heard on the stairs, and he came into the room. Cris was too full of his own concerns to note the expression of Mr. Chattaway's face. " Papa, may I take out the gig ? I want to go to Barmester, to pay a visit of congratulation to George Ryle." " JSTo, you will not take out the gig," said Mr. Chattaway, the allusion exciting his vexation almost beyond bearing. Cris thought he might have been misunder- stood. Cris deemed that his proclaimed intention would find favour vaih. Mr. Chattaway. " I suppose you have been binding that fellow, papa, I want to go and ask him how he likes it." " No, sir, I have not been binding him," thun- dered Mr. Chattaway. " What's more, he is not . madam's eoom. 169 going to be bound. He lias left it, and is at home again." Cris gave a blank stare of puzzled wondeiTaent, and Mrs. Chattaway let lier hands fall silently upon her lap, and heaved a gentle sigh, as if some great good had come to her. CHAPTER XI. LIKE THE SLIPPEKS IX THE EASTERN STOEY. NOXE of US can stand still in life. Everything rolls on its coiu'se towards the end of all things. The world goes on ; its events go on ; we go on, in one universal progress : nothing can arrest it- self — nothing can be diverted from the appointed laws of progression. In noting down a family's or a life's historj^, it must of necessity occur that periods in it will be differently marked. Years at times wall ghde quietly on, giving forth little of event in them worthy of record ; while, again, it w ill happen that occurrences, varied and momentous, will be crowded into an incredibly short space. Events, sufficient one would think to fill ujd the allotted life of man — threescore years and ten — will follow one another in rapid succession in the course of as many months. Nay, of as many days. Thus it w^as with the history of the Trevljiis, and those connected with them. After the lament- LIKE THE SLIPPERS IN THE EASTERN STORY. 171 able deatli of Mr. E,yle, the neY>r agi^eement toucli- ing money matters betv/een Mr. Chattaway and Mrs. Byle, and the settlement of George Ryle m his own home, it may be said in his father's place, little occurred for some years worthy of note. Time seemed to pass on uneventfully. The girls and the boys grew into men and women ; the little children into growing-up girls and boys. Oris Chattaway lorded it in his own offensive manner as the squire's son — as the future squire ; his sister Octavia was not more amiable than of yore, and Maude Trevlyn was governess to Mr. and Mrs. Chattaway's younger cliildren. Miss Diana Trevlyn had taken care that Maude shovild be well educated, and she paid the expenses of it from her own pocket, in spite of Mr. Chattaway's sneers. When Maude w^as eighteen years of age, the question arose, What shall be done with her? " She shall go out and be a governess," said Mr. Chattaway. " Where will be the profit of all her fine education, if it's not to be made use of?" " No," dissented Miss Diana ; " a Trevlyn cannot be sent out in the world to earn her own living : our family have not come to that." "I won't keep her in idleness," growled Chattaway. " Very well," said Miss Diana ; " make her governess to your girls, Edith and Emily : it will save the cost of their schooling." And the advice was taken ; 172 TKEYLYX HOLD. and Maude for the past three years now had been governess at Trevlyn Hold. But Rupert ? Rupert was not found to be so easily disposed of There's no knowing what Chattaway, in his ill-feeling, might have put Rupert to, had he been free to place him as he pleased. If he had not shown any superfluous consideration in the placing out of George Ryle — or rather in the essaying to place him out — it was not likely he would show it to one whom he hated as he hated Rupert.. But here Miss Diana stepped in, as she had done with regard to Maude. Rupert was a Trevlyn, she said, and consequently could not be converted into a chimney-sweep or a shoe- black : he must get his living at something more befitting his degree. Chattaway demurred, but he knew better than to run counter to any mandate issued by Diana Trevlyn. Several things were tried for Rupert. He was placed with a clerg^Txian to study for the Church ; he went to an LL.D. to read for the Bar ; he was consigned to a wealthy grazier, to be made into a farmer ; he was posted off to Sir John Rennet, to be initiated into the science of civil engineer- ing. And he came back from all. As one after the other venture was made, so it failed, and a very short space of time would see Rupert re- turned as ineligible to Trevlyn Hold. Ineligible ! LIKE THE SLIPPERS IN THE EASTERN STORY. 173 Was lie deficient in capacity ? No. He was only deficient in that one great blessing, without which life can bring no enjoyment — health. In his weakness of chest and lungs — in his liabihty to take cold — in his suspiciously delicate frame, Rupert Trevlyn was ominously like his dead father. The clergyman, the doctor of laws, the hearty grazier, and the far-famed engineer, thought after a month's trial that they would rather not take charge of him. He had a fit of illness — it may be better to say of weakness — in the house of each ; and they, no doubt, one and all, deemed that a pupil predisposed to disease — it may be almost said to death — as Rupert Trevlyn appeared to be, would bring with him too much of responsibility. So, times and again, Rupert was returned on the hands of Mr. Chattaway. To describe that gentleman's \\Tath would take a pen dipped in gall. Was Rupert never to be got rid of? It was as the slippers in the well-read Eastern story, which persisted in turning up, their unhappy owner knew not how. From the bottom of tlie sea — from a grave dug deep in the earth — from a roaring furnace of fire — up came those miserable slippers again and again. And up came Rupert Trevlyn. The boy could not help his ill-health ; but you may be sure Mr. Chattaway's favour to 174 TREVLYX HOLD. him was not increased. '•' I shall -put him in the office at Blackstone/' said he. And Miss Diana acqniesced. Blackstone was the name of the locality where Mr. Chattaway's mines were situated. An appro- priate name, for the place was black enough, and stony enough, and dreaiy enough for an}i:hing. A low, barren, level country, its utter flatness alone broken by the signs of the pits, its uncom- promising gloom enlivened only by the ascending hres vvhich blazed up near the pits at night, and illumined the country for miles round. The pits were not all of coal : iron mines and other mines were scattered with them. On Chattaway's property, however, there was coal alone. Long- rows of houses, as dreary as the barren country, were built neai' : they were occupied by the workers in the mines. Tlie ovei^eer or manasrer for Mr. Chattaway v/as named Pinder, a brother to John Pinder, who was on ]Mrs. Ride's farm ; but Chattaway chose to interfere very much with the executive of things himself, and may almost have been called his own overseer. He had an office near to the pits, in which accounts were kept, the men paid, and other items of business transacted ; a low building, of one story only, consisting of three or four rooms. In this office he kept one regular clerk, a young man named LIKE THE SLIPPERS IX THE EASTERN STORY. 175 Ford, and into this same office lie put E-upert Trevlyn. But many and many and many a day was Rupert ailing ; weak, sick, feverisli, coughing, and unable to go to it. But for Diana Trevlyn, Chattaway might have driven him thither, sick or well. Not that Miss Diana possessed any extra- ordinary affection for Eupert : she did not keep him at home from love, or from motives of in- dulgence. But hard, cold, and imperious though she was. Miss Diana owned sumewhat of the larofe open-handedness of the Trevlyns : she could not be guilty of trivial spite, of petty meanness. She ruled the servants with an iron hand ; but in case of their falling into sickness or trouble, she had them generously well cared for. So with respect to Eupert. It may be that she regarded him as an interloper ; that she would have been better pleased were he removed far away. She had helped to deprive him of his birthright, but she did not treat him with personal unkindness ; and she would have been the last to say he must go out to his daily occupation, if he felt ill or in- capable of it. She deplored his ill-health ; but, the ill-health upon him, Miss Diana was not one to ignore it, to reproach him with it, or to put hin- drances in the way of his being nursed. It vvas a tolerably long walk for Eupert in a morning to Blackstone. Oris Chattaway, when 176 TREVLYN HOLD. he chose to go over, rode on horseback ; and Mr, Oris did not unfrequently choose to go over, for he had the same propensity as his father had — that of throwing himself into every petty detail, and interfering unwarrantably. In disposition, father and son were alike — mean, sting}^, grasping. To save a sixpence, Chattaway would almost have sacrificed a miner's life. Improvements which other mine o\^mers had introduced into their pits, into the working of them, Chattaway held aloof from. In his own person, however, Oris was not disposed to spare entirely. He had his horse, and he had his servant, and he favoured an ex- tensive wardrobe, and was given altogether to various little odds and ends of self-indulgence. Yes, Cris Chattaway rode to Blackstone ; with his groom behind him sometimes, when he chose to make a dash ; and Kupert Trevlyn walked. Better that the order of travelling had been re- versed, for that walk, morning and evening, was not too good for Rupert in his weakly state. He would feel it particularly in an evening. It was a gradual ascent nearly all the way from Blackstone to Trevlyn Hold, almost imperceptible to a strong- man, but sufficiently apparent to Bupert Trevlyn, who would be fatigued with the day's work. Not that he had hard work to do. The sitting- only on the stool at the office tired him. Another LIKE THE SLIPPERS IN THE EASTERN STORY. 177 thing that tired him — and which, no doubt, was for him excessively pernicious — was the depriva- tion of his regular meals. Except on Sundays, or on those days when he was not well enough to leave Trevlyn Hold, he had no dinner : what he got at Blackstone was but an apology for one. The clerk, Ford, who lived at nearly as great a distance from the place as Rupert, used to cook himself a piece of steak at the office grate. But that the coals were lying about in heaps and cost nothing, Chattaway might have objected to the fire being used for any such purpose. Rupert occasionally cooked himself some steak ; but he more frequently dined upon bread and cheese, or upon some cold scraps brought from Trevlyn Hold. It vjas not often that Rupert had the money necessary to buy the steak, his supply of that indispensable commodity, the current coin of the realm, being of the most limited extent. Deprived of his dinner, deprived of his tea — tea being generally over when he got back to the Hold — that, of itself, was almost sufficient to bring on the disease feared for Rupert Trevlyn. One of sound constitution, revelling in hearty health and strength, might not have been much the worse for the deprivation in the long run ; but Rupert did not come under the head of that favoured class of humanity. TOL. I. N 178 TREVLYX HOLD. It was a bright day in that mellow season when the summer is merging into autnmn. A few fields of the later sort of gi'ain were lying out yet, but most of the golden store had been gathered into its barns. The sunlioht glistened on the leaves of the trees, lighting up their ri€h tints of brown and red — tints which never come imtil the season of passing ^way. Halting at a stile which led from a lane into a field white with stubble, were two children and a young lad}^ Not very much of children, either, for the younger of the tY*^o must have been thirteen. Pale giiis both, with light hair, and just now a disagi-eeable expression of countenance. They were insisting uj)on crossing that stile to go through the field : one of tliem, in fact, was already mounted on it, and they did not like the denial that was being dealt out to tliem. "You cross old thing!" cried she on the stile, turning her head to make a face at the lady who was interposing her veto. " You always object to our going where Ave want to go. Wliat dis- like have you to the field, pray, that we may not cross it V *'l htive no dislike to it, Emily. I am but obeying your papa's injunctions. You know he has forbidden you to go on the lands of Mrs. Ryle." IKE THE SLIPPEKS IN THE EASTERN STORY. l79 She spoke in a calm tone ; in a sweet, persua- sive, gentle voice. She had a sweet and gentle face, too, with its delicate features, and its large blue eyes. It is Maude Trevlyn, grown into a woman. Eight years have passed since you last saw her, and she is twenty-one. In spite of her girhsh and graceful figure, which scarcely reaches to the middle height, she bears about her a look of the Trevl3ms. Her head is set well upon her shoulders, thrown somewhat back, as you may see in Miss Diana Trevlyn. She wore a grey flowing cloak, and a pretty blue bonnet. " The lands are not Mrs. Kyle's," contentiously retorted the young lady on the stile. " They are papa's." "They are Mrs. Kyle's so long as she rents them. It is all the same. Mi'. Chattaway has forbidden you to cross them. Come down from the style, Emily." " I shan't. I shall jump over it." It was ever thus. Save when in the presence of Miss Diana Trevlyn, the girls were openly rude and disobedient to Maude. Expected, though she was, to teach them, she was yet debarred from the common authority vested in a governess. And Maude could not emancipate herself: she must suffer and submit. Emily Chattaway put her foot over the top bar 180 • TREVLYN HOLD. of the stile, preparatory to carrying out her threat of jumping over it, when the near sound of a horse was heard, and she turned her head. Rid- ing along the lane at a quick pace was a gentle- man of some three or four-and-twenty years : a tall man, so far as could be seen, who sat his horse well. He reined in when he saw them, and bent do^\Ti a pleasant face, with a pleasant smile upon it. The sun shone into his fine dark eyes, as he stooped to shake hands with Maude. Maude's cheeks had turned to ciimson. "Quite well," she stammered, in answer to his greeting, losing her self-possession in a remarkable degree. " When did you come home ? " " Last night. I was away two days only, instead of the four anticipated. Miss Emily, you'll fall backwards if you don't mind." " No, I shan't," said Emily. " Why did you not stay longer ? " " I found Treve away when I reached Oxford, so I came back, and got home last night — to Nora's discomfiture." Maude looked in his face with a questioning glance. She had quite recovered her self-posses- sion. " Why ? " she asked. George Ryle laughed. " Nora had turned my bed-room inside out. Nothing: was in it but the LIKE THE SLIPPERS IN THE EASTERN STORY. 181 boards, and they were wet. She accused me, in her vexation, of coming back on purpose." " Did you sleep on the wet boards ? " asked Emily. " No, I slept in Trove's room. Take care, Edith!" Maude hastily drew Edith Chattaway back. She had gone very near the horse. "How is Mrs. Ryle ? " asked Maude. " We heard yesterday she was not well." '' She is suffering very much from a cold. I have scarcely seen her. Maude," he added, lean- ing down and speaking in a whisper, " are things any brighter ? " Again the soft colour came into her face, and she cast a glance from her dark blue eyes at his. If ever glance spoke of indignation, that did : not indignation at hmi ; rather at the state of things in general — a state which he knew well. " What change can there be ? " she breathed. " Rupert is ill again," she added, in a louder tone. " Rupert ! " '' At least, he is poorly, and is at home to-day- But he is better than he was yesterday " " Here comes Octave," interrupted Emily. George Ryle put his horse in motion. Shaking hands with Maude, he said a hasty good-bye to th e other two, and cantered down tlie lane, lifting 18-2 TREVLYX HOLD. his hat to Miss Chattaway, who was coining up at right angles from the distance. She was advancing very quickly across the common, behind the fence on the other side of the lane. A tall, thin, bony young woman, look- ing her full age of four or five-and-twenty, with the same dull, leaden-coloured complexion as of yore, and the disagreeably sly grey eyes. She wore a puce silk paletot, as they are called, made coat fashion, and a brown hat with a black lace falling from its shading brim : an unbecoming cos- tume for one so tall. " That Avas George Ryle ! " she exclaimed, as she came up. " What brings him back already?" " He found his brother away when he reached Oxford," was Maude's reply. "I think he was very rude, not to stop and speak to you. Octave," observed Emily Chattaway. '"He sav/ you coming." Octave made no reply. She mounted the stile by the side of Emily, and gazed after the horse- man, apparently to see what direction he would take when he came to the end of the lane. Patiently Avatching, her hand shading her eyes from the sun, she saw him turn into another lane, which branched off to the left. Octave Chatta- way jumped over the stile, and ran swiftly across the field. LIKE THE SLIPPEES IX THE EASTERN STORY. 183 " She's gone to meet him," was the comment of Emily. It was precisely Avhat Miss Chattaway AflcZ gone to do. Penetrating through a copse after quitting the held, she emerged from it out of breath, just as George was riding quietly past. He halted and stooped to shake hands with her, as he had done with Maude. "You are out of breath, Octave. Have you been running to catch me ? " '• I need not have run but for your gTeat gal- lantry in riding off the moment you saw me," she answered, resentment in her tone. " I beg your pardon. I did not know you wanted me. I was in a liurry." " It seemed as if 3'ou were — by your stopping to speak so long to the children and Maude," she returned, with irony. And George Ryle's answer- ing laugh was a conscious one. There' was an ever perpetual latent antagonism seated in the minds of them both. There was a latent consciousness of it running through their hearts. When George Ryle saw Octave hastening across the common, he knew as surely as though he had been told it, that she was speeding to come up ere he should be gone ; when Octave saw him ride away, a sure voice whispered her that he so rode to avoid meeting her ; and each felt that 184 TREYLYN HOLD. their secret thoughts and motives were kno^vii to the other. Yes, there was constant antagonism between them ; if the word may be apphed to Octave Chattaway, who had learnt to vakie more highly than was good for her the society of George Ryle. Did he so value hers ? Octave pined out her heart, hoping for it. But in the midst of her unwise love for him ; in the midst of her never- ceasing efforts to be in his presence, near to him, anywhere that he was, there constantly arose the bitter conviction that she was no more to him than the idle wind ; there arose a bitter con- sciousness that he did not care for her, '' I wished to ask you about the book that you promised to get me," she said. " Have you pro- cured it ? " " No ; and I am sorry to say that I cannot meet with it/' replied George. " I thought of it at Oxford, and went into every bookseller's shop in the place, unsuccessfully. I told yoii it was difficult to be had. I must get them to -wTite to London for it from Barmester." '' It is an insignificant book. It costs but three- and-sixpence." " True. Its insignificance may be the expla- nation of its scarcity. Good afternoon, Octave." "Will you come to the Hold this evening?" she asked, as he was riding away. LIKE THE SLIPPERS IX THE EASTERN STORY. 185 " Thank you. I am not sure that I can. My day or two's absence has made me busy." Octave Chattaway drew back under the cover of the trees, and there halted. She did not retreat until every trace of that fine young- horseman whom she was gazing after, had faded from her sight in the distance. CHAPTER XII. A XIGHT BELL UXAXSWERED. It is singular to observe how lightty the wear- ing marks of Time sometimes pass over the human form and face. An instance of this might be seen in Mrs. Chattaway. It was strange that it should be so in her case. Her health was not good, and she certainly was not a happy woman. Illness was frequently her portion ; care seemed to follow her perpetually ; and it is upon these sufferers of mind and body that Time is fond of leaving his traces. He had not left them on Mrs. Chattaway; her face was fair and fresh as it had been eight years ago ; her hair fell in its mass of curls ; her eyes were still blue, and clear, and bright. And yet anxiety was her constant companion. It may be said that remorse never left her. She would sit at the windovv' of her room UjD-stairs — Madam's room — for hours, apparently con- templating the outer world ; in reality seeing nothing. A NIGHT BELL UNANSVv^ERED. 187 As she was sittinor now. The crlories of the bright day had faded into twiUght ; the sun no longer lit up the many hues of the autumn foliage ; the various familiar points in the charm- ing landscape had revealed them^selves into one indistinct Kne of a dusky colour; old Canham's chimneys at the lodge were becoming obscure, and the red light thrown up from the mines V\^as begin- ning to show itself on the right in the extreme distance. Mrs. Chattaway leaned her elbow on the old-fashioned ann-chair as she sat in it, and rested her cheek upon her hand. Had you looked at her eyes, gazing out so pertinaciously where the past day had been, you might have seen that they had no speculation in them. They were deep in the world of thought. That constitutional timidity of hers had been nothing but a blight to her throughout her life. Reticence in a woman is good ; but not that timorous reticence wliich is the result of fear ; which dare not speak up for itself, even to oppose a wrong. Every wrong inflicted upon Rupert Trevlyn — every unkindness showeTed down upon him — every pang of sickness, whether of mind or body, which happier circumstances might have spared to him, was avenged over and over again in the person of Mrs. Chattaway. It may be said that she lived but in pain ; her life was 188 TREVLYN HOLD. one pei'petual, never-ending aching — aching for Kupert. In the old days, when her husband had chosen to deceive Squire Trevlyn as to the existence of Rupert, she had not dared to avow the truth, and say to her father, " There is an heir born." She dared not fly in the face of her husband, and say it ; and, it may be, that she was too Avillingly silent for her husband's sake. It would seem strange, but that we know what fantastic tricks our passions play us, that pretty, gentle Edith Trevlyn should have loved that essential^ dis- agreeable man, James Chattaway. But so it was. And, while deploring the fact of the wrong dealt out to Rupert — it may almost be said expiating it — Mrs. Chattaway never ^dsited that wrong upon her husband, even in thought, as it ought to have been visited. None could realise more intensely its consequences than she realised them in her secret heart. Expiate it ? Ay, she expiated it again and again, if her sufferings could only have been reckoned as expiation. But they could not. They were enjoying Trev- lyn Hold and its benefits, and Rupert was little better than an outcast on the face of the earth. Every dinner that was put upon their table, every article of expensive attire bought for their chil- dren, every mark of honour or substantial comfort A NIGHT BELL UNANSWERED. 189 which their position brought to them, seemed to rise up reproachfully before the face of Mrs. Chat- taway, and say, " The money to procure all this is not yours and your husband's ; it is wrenched from Rupert." And she could do nothing to remedy it ; she could only wage ever-continued battle with the knowledge, and with the sting it brought. There existed no remedy. It was not simply that she could not apply a remedy, but there existed none to apply. They had not come into the inheritance by legal fraud or wrong : they succeeded to it fairly and openly, according to the legally-made will of Squire Trevlyn. Did the v/hole world range itself on Rupert's side, pressing that the property should be resigned to him, Mr. Chattaway had only to point with his finger to the will, and say, " You cannot act against that." It may be that this very fact brought the re- morse with gi'eater force home to Mrs. Chattaway. It may be that her incessant dwelling upon it caused a morbid state of feeling, which of itself served to increase the malady. Certain it is, that by night and by day the wrongs of Rupert were ever pressing painfully ,on her mind. She loved him with that strange intensity wliich l)rings an aching to the heart. When the baby orphan was brought home to her from its foreign birth-place, the pretty baby with its rosy cheeks and its golden 190 TREYLYX HOLD. curls — when it put out its little arms to her, and gazed at her with its loving blue eyes, her heart gushed out to it there and then, and she caught it to her Yvdth a Avail of love more passionately fond than any ever given to her oayh children. The irredeemable Avi'ong inflicted on the unconscious child, fixed itself on her conscience in that hour, never to be lifted from it. If ever a woman lived a two-faced life, that Yroman was Mrs. Chattaway. Her true aspect — that in which she saw herself as she really w^as — was as different from the one presented to the world as light is from darkness. Do not blame her. It was difficult to help it. The world and her own family saw in Mrs. Chattaway a weak, gentle, apathetic vroman, Avho could not, oi' might not — at any rate, who did not — take upon herself even the ordinar}^ authority of a famil}- 's head, a house- hold's mistress. They little thought that that weak woman, remarkable for nothing but indiffer- >ence, j)assed her days in inward distress, in care, in thought. The inherent timidity (it had ex- isted in her mother) Avhich had been her bane in former days, v\^as her bane still. She had not dared to rise up against her husband when the great injustice Avas inflicted upon Rupert Treviyn ; she did not dare openly to rise up now against the ]3etty wrongs daily dealt out to him. There A NIGHT BELL UK ANSWERED. 191 may kave been a latent consciousness in her mind that if she did rise up it would not alter tliingft for the better, and it might make them Avorse for Rupert. Probably it would have been found so ; and that the non-interference was for the best. There were many things she could have wished done for Rupert, and she went so far as to hint at some of them to Mr. Chattaway. She wished he could be relieved entirely of going to Blackstone ; she wished more indulgences might be his at home ; she wished he could be transported to a warmer climate. A bare suggestion of one or other of these things she dropped, once in a way, to Mr. Chattaway. They fell unheeded on his ear, as must be supposed, by their not being answered. He replied to one : the hint of the warm climate — replied to it with a prolonged stai-e and a demand to know v/hat romantic absm'dity she could be thinking of Mrs. Chatta- way had never mentioned it again ; in these cases of constitutional timidity of min\d, a rebuff, let it be ever so slight, is sufficient to close the lips for ever. Poor lady ! she would have sacrificed her own comfort to give peace and comfort to the unhappy Rupert. He was miserably put upon, he was treated with less consideration than were the servants, he was made to feel his dependent state daily and hourly by sundry petty annoy- 192 TREVLYN HOLD. ances ; and yet she could not interfere openly to help him ! Even now, as she sat watching the deepening shades of the coming night, slie was dwelling on this ; resenting it in her heart, for his sake. It was the evening of the day when the young ladies had met George Ryle in the lane. She could hear the sounds of memment down-stairs from her children and their visitors, and she felt sure that Rupert did not make one amongst them. It had long been the pleasure of Oris and Octave to exclude Rupert from the general society, the evening gatherings of the family, so far as they could exclude him ; and if, through the presence of herself or of Miss Diana, they could not abso- lutely deny his entrance, they took care to treat him with cavalier indifference. She sat on, revolv- ing these bitter thoughts in the gloom succeeding to the departed day, until roused by the entrance of an intruder. It was Rupert himself He approached Mrs, Chattaway, and she fondly threw her arm round him, and drew him down to a chair by her side. Only when they were alone could she show him these marks of affection, or prove to him that he did not stand in the world entirely isolated from all ties of love. " Do you feel better to-night, Rupert ? " A XIGHT BELL UNANSWERED. 193 '' Oh, I am a great deal better. I feel quite well. AVhy are you sitting by yourself in the dark, Aunt Edith?" '•It is not dark yet. What are they doing below, Kupert ? I hear jolenty of laughter." " They are playing at some game, I think." " At what ? " " I don't know. I was taking a place with them, but Octave, as usual, said they were enough with- out me ; so I came away." Mrs. Chattaway made no reply. She never spoke a reproachful word of her children to Rupert, whatever she might feel ; she never, by so much as a breath, cast a reproach on her husband to living mortal. Kupert leaned his head on her shoulder, as if he v^ere weary. Sufficient light was left to show how delicate were his features, how attractive was his face. The lovely counte- nance of his boyhood characterised him still — the suspiciously bright cheeks and the silken hair. Of middle height, his frame slender and fragile, he scarcely looked his twenty years. There was a resemblance in his face to Mrs. Chat- taway's : and it was not surprising, for Joe Trevlyn and his sister Edith had been remarkably alike when they were young. "Is Oris come in?" asked Mrs. Chattaway. " Not yet." VOL. I. O 194 TKEVLYN HOLD. Rupert rose as lie spoke, and stretched himself. The verb s'ennuyer was one he often felt himself obKged to conjugate, in his evenings at Trevlyn Hold. " I think I shall go down for an hour to Trevl}Ti Farm." Mrs. Chattaway started. She, as it seemed shrunk from the words. " Not to-night, Rupert !" " It is so dull at home, Aunt Edith." " They are merry enough down stairs." " They are. But Octave takes care that I shall not be merry with them." What could she answer to it ? ''Well, then, Rupert, you will be sure to be home," she said, after a while. And the pained emphasis with which she spoke the words " be sure," no pen could express. Some meaning, un- derstood by Rupert, was evidently conveyed by them. " Yes," was all he answered ; the tone of hLs voice telling of resentment, not disguised. Mrs. Chattaway caught him to her, and hid her face upon his shoulder. " For my sake, Rupert, darling ! for my sake !" " Yes, yes, dear Aunt Edith : I'll be sure to be in time," he reiterated. " I'll not forget the hour, as I did the other night," She stood at the window, and watched him A NIGHT BELL UNANSWERED. 19/) away from the house and do^ii the avenue, pray- ing that he might not forget the hour. It had pleased Mr. Chattaway lately to forbid Rupert's entrance to the house, unless he returned to it by half-past ten. That his motive was entirely that of ill-naturedly crossing Rupert, there could be little doubt. Driven out by unkindness from the Hold, Rupert had taken to spending his evenings with George Ryle ; sometimes at the houses of other friends ; now and then he would invade old Canham's. Rupert's hour for coming in from these visits was about eleven ; he generally had managed to be in by the time the clock struck ; but the master of Trevlyn Hold suddenly issued a peremptory mandate that he must be in by half-past ten ; failing strict obedience as to time, he was not to be let in at all. Rupert resented it, and one or two unpleasant scenes had been the result. The like rule was not applied to Cris who might come in any hour he pleased. Mrs. Chattaway descended to the drawing-room. Two young ladies, the daughters of neighbours, were spending the evening there, and they were playing at proverbs with intense relish : Maude Trevlyn, the guests, and the Miss Chattaways. Octave alone joined in it listlessly, as if her thoughts were far away. Her restless glances towards the door seemed to say that she was o 2 196 TREVLYN HOLD. watching for the entrance of one who did not come. By-and-by Mr. Chattaway came home, and they sat down to supper. Afterwards, the young ladies departed, and the younger children went to bed. Ten o'clock struck, and the time went on again. "Where's Kupert?" Mr. Chattaway suddenly asked of his wife. " He went down to Trevlyn Farm, James," she said, unable, had it been to save her life, to speak without deprecation. He gave no answer by word or look to his wife ; but he rang the bell, and ordered the household to bed. Miss Diana Trevlyn was out upon a visit. " Oris and Rupert are not in, papa," observed Octave, as she lighted her mamma's candle and her own. Mr. Chattaway took out his watch. ''Twenty- five minutes past ten," he said, in his hard, impassive manner — a manner which imparted the idea that he was utterly destitute of sympathy for the whole human race. "Mr. Rupert must be quick if he intends to come inside to-night. Give your mamma her bed candle." It may appear almost incredible that Mrs. Chat- taway should meekly take her candle and follow her daughter up the stairs without remonstrance, when A NIGHT BELL UNANSWERED. 197 she would have given the world to sit up longer. She was getting quite in a fever on Rupert's account, and she would have wished to wait in that room until his ring was heard. But to set up her own \vill against her husband's w^as a thing she had never yet done ; in small things as in great, she had bowed to his mandates with- out making the faintest shadow of resistance. Octave VN^ished her mamma sfood nio-ht, went into her room, and closed the door. Mrs. Chat- taway was turning into hers when she saw Maude creeping down the upper stairs. She came noise- lessly along the corridor, her face pale with agi- tation, and her heart beating. " Oh, Aunt Edith, what will be done ?" she mur- mured. " It is half-past ten, and he is not home." '' Maude, my poor child, you can do nothing," was the whispered answer, the tone as full of pain as Maude's. *' Go back to your room, dear ; your uncle may be coming up." The great clock in the hall struck the half- hour ; its sound came booming up like a knell. Hot tears were dropj^ing from the eyes of Maude. " What will become of him, Aunt Editli ? Wiere will he sleep?" '' Hush Maude ! Run back." It was time for her to run ; and Mrs. Chattaway spoke the words in a tone of startled terror. The 198 TSEVLYX HOLD. heavy foot of tlie master of Trevl^Ti Hold was heard crossing the hall to ascend the stairs. Maude stole noiselessly back, and Mrs, Chattaway passed into her dressing-room. She sat down, on a chair, and pressed her hands upon her bosom to still the beating. Her sus- pense and agitation were terrible. A sensitive, timid nature, such as ]\Irs. Chattaway's, feels emotion in a most painful degi'ee. Every sense was strung to its utmost tension. She listened for E-upert's footfall outside ; she waited v/ith a sort of horror for the ringing of the house-bell that should announce his arrival, her whole frame feeling sick and faint. At last, one came running up the avenue at a fleet pace, and the echoes of the bell were heard resounding through the house. Not daring to defy her husband by going down to let him in, unless she had permission, she passed into the bed-room, Vvhere Mr. Chattaway v/as undressing. "Shall I go down and open the door, James?" "iSo." " It is only five minutes over the half-hour." '•'Five minutes are the same in effect as five hours," answered Mr. Chattaway, taking off his Vv^aistcoat. " Unless he can be in before the half hour, he does 7i.ot covie in at all!' A NIGHT BELL UNANSWERED. 199 " It may be Oris," she resumed. " Nonsense ! You know it is not Oris. Oris lias his latch-key." Another alarming peal. " He can see the light in my dressing-room," she urged, with parched lips. "Oh, James, let me go down." ^a tell you— No." There was no appeal against it. She knew there might be none. But she clasped her hands together in agony, and gave utterance to the chief distress at her heart. " Where will he sleep ? Where can he go, if we deny him entrance ?" " Where he chooses. He does not come in here." And Mrs. Chattaway went back to her dressing- room, and listened in despair to the continued appeals from the bell. Appeals which she might not answer. CHAPTER XIII. OPINIOXS DIFFER. The nights were chilly in the early autumn, and a blazing lire burnt in the drawing-room grate at Trevlyn Farm. On a comfortable sofa, drawn close to it, sat Mrs. Ryle, a warm shawl thrown over her black silk go^vn — ^^varm cushions of eider down heaped around her. A violent cold h?cd made an invalid of her for some days past, but she w^as getting better. Tier face was softened by a white cap of delicate lace; but its lines had gTOwn haughtier and firmer with her years. She wore well, and was handsome still. Trevlyn Farm had prospered. It was a lucky day for Mrs. Ryle when she decided upon her step-son's remaining on it. He had brought energy and goodwill to bear on his work ; he had brought a clear head and calm intelligence ; and time had contributed judgment and experience. Mrs. Ryle knew that she could not have been better served than she had been by George, and OPINIONS DIFFER. 201 she gi'adually grew to feel his value. Had they been really mother and son, they could not have been better friends. In the onset she was inclined to discountenance sundry ways and habits v/hich George favoured. He did not make himself into a vjorklnf/ farmer, as his father had done, and as Mrs. Ryle deemed he ought to do. George objected. A man who worked on his own farm must necessarily give to it less of general super- vision, he urged : were his hands engaged on one spot, his eyes could not be using themselves to advantage a mile or two off ; and after all, it was but the cost of an additional day-labourer. His argument carried reason with it ; and that keen farmer and active man. Farmer Apperley, who deemed idleness the greatest sin (next, jDerhaps, to going out hunting) that a young farmer could be guilty of, nodded his apjDroval. George did not put aside his books ; his classics, and his studies in general literature : quite the contrar}'. In short, George 11)^0 ajopeared to be going in for a gentleman — as Cris Chattaway chose to term it — a great deal more than Mrs. Ryle considered would be profitable for him or for her. But George had held on his course, in a quiet, unde- monstrative way ; and Mrs. Ryle had at length fallen in with it. Perhaps she now saw its wisdom. That he was essentially a gentleman, in 202 TREYLYN HOLD. person as in manners, in mind as in conduct, she could but acknowledge, and she felt a pride in him which she had never thought to feel in any- one, save Treve. Could she feel pride in Treve ? Not much, with all her partiality. Trevl3rQ Kyle was not turning out in quite so satisfactory a manner as was desir- able. There was nothing very objectionable to be urged against him ; but Mrs. Ryle was accustomed to measure' by a high standard of excellence ; a,nd of that Treve fell uncommonly short. She had not deemed it well that George Ryle should be too much of a gentleman, but she had determined to make Trevlyn into one. Upon the completion of his school life, he was sent to Oxford. The cost of this might have been imprudently heavy for Mrs. Ryle's pocket, had she borne it unassisted ; but Trevlyn had gained a valuable scholarship at the Barmester Grammer ^ School where he had been educated, and this had rendered the addi- tional cost light. Treve, once at Oxford, did not get on quite so fast as he might have done. Treve spent ; Treve seemed to have plenty of wild oats to sow ; Treve thought he should like a life of idleness better than one of farming. His mother had foolishly whispered to him the fond hope that he might some time be the Squire of Trevlyn Hold, and Treve reckoned upon its fulfil- OPINIONS DIFFER. 230 ment more confidently than was good for him. Meanwhile, until the lucky chance befel which should give him the inheritance (though by what miracle the chance should fall was at present hidden in the womb of mystery), Treve, upon the completion of his studies at college, was to assume the mastership of Trevlyn Farm, in accordance with the plan, originally fixed upon by Mrs. Ryle. He would not be altogether unqualified for this : lie had been out and about on the farm since he was a child, and had seen how it should be worked. Whether he would give sufficient personal atten- tion to it, was another matter. Mrs. E,yle expressed herself as not being too confident of him — whether of his industry or his qualifications she did not state. George had given one or two hints that when Treve came home for good, he must look out for something else ; but Mrs. Ryle had v/aived away the hints as if they were unpleasant to her. Treve must be proved yet, what metal he was made of, before assuming the full management, she briefly said. And George suffered the subject to drop. Treve had now but one more term to keep at the university. At the conclusion of the previous term he had not returned home : he remained on a visit to a friend, who had an appointment in one of the colleges. But Trove's demands for money ^204 TEEVLYX HOLD. become somewhat inconvenient to Mrs. E,yle, and she had begged George to pay Oxford a few days' visit, that he might see how Treve was really going on. George complied, and proceeded to Oxford, where he found Treve absent — as you heard him, in the last chapter, say to Maude Trevlyn. Mrs. Trevl}Ti sat by the drawing-room fire, enveloped in her shawl, and leaning on her pil- lows. The thought of these things was bringing a severe look to her proud face. She had scarcely seen George since his return ; had not exchanged more than ten words with him. But those ten words had not been of a cheering nature ; and she feared things were not going on satisfactorily wdtli Treve. With that severely hard look on her features, how wonderfully her face resembled that of her dead father ! Presently George came in. Mrs. Ryle looked eagerly up at his entrance. " Are you better 1 " he asked, advancing to her, and bending down with a kindly smile. " It is a long while since you had a cold such as this." *'I shall be all right in a day or two," she answered. " Yesterda}-, I thought I was going to have a long bout of it, my chest was so sore. Sit down, George. What about Treve ? " OPINIONS DIFFER. 205 " Treve was not at Oxford. He had gone to London." " You told me that much. What had he gone to London for ? " " A Httle change, FeiTars said. He had been gone a week." " A httle change 1 In plain Eglish, a little plea- sure, I suppose. Call it what you will, it costs money, George." George had seated himself opposite to her, his arm resting on the centre table, and the red blaze of the fire lighting up his frank and pleasant face. In figure he was tall, slight, gentlemanly ; his father, at his age, had been so before him. "Why did you not follow him to LondoD, George ? " resumed Mrs. Ryle. " It would have been but a two hours' journey from Oxford. Not so much as that." George turned his large dark eyes upon her, some surprise in them. " How was I to know where to look for him, if I had gone ? " " Could Mr. Ferrars not give you his address ? " " No. I asked him. Treve had not told him where he should stop. In fact, Ferrars did not think Treve knew where, himself Under those circumstances, my going to town might have been only a waste of time and money." " I luish you could have seen Treve ! " 206 TB.EVLYN HOLD. "So do I. But I might have been looking for liim a week without finding him, in a place like London. And the harvest was not all in at home, you know, mother." " It is of no use your keeping things from me, George," resumed Mrs. Ryle, after a pause. " Has Treve contracted fresh debts at Oxford ? " " I fancy he has. A few." " A ' few ! ' — and you ' fancy ! ' George, tell the truth. That you know he has, and that they are not a few." " That he has, I believe to be true : I gathered so much from Fen'ars. But I do not think they are many; I do not indeed." " Why did yau not inquire ? I would have gone to every shop in the town, but what I would have ascertained. If he is contracting more debts, who is to pay them, George ? " George was silent. " When shall we be clear of Chattaway ? " she abruptly resumed. " When will the last payment be due ? " "In a month or two's time. Principal and interest will all be paid off then.'' " It will take all your exertions to get the sum up." " It will be got up, mother. It shall be." " Yes ; I don't doubt it. But it will not be got OPINIONS DIFFER. 207 up, George, if a portion is to be taken from it for Treve." George knitted his brow. He was falling into thought. " I 'must get rid of Chattaway," she resumed. " He has been weighing us down all these years like an incubus ; and no^v that the emancipation has nearly come, were anything to frustrate it, I should — I should — George, I think I should go mad." " I hope and trust nothing will frustrate it," answered George. " I am more anxious to get rid of Chattaway than, I think, even you can be. As to Treve, his debts must wait." " But it would be more desirable that he should not contract them," observed Mrs. Eyle. '' Of course. But how are we to prevent his contracting them ? " ''He ought to prevent himself. You did not contract these miserable debts, George." "I!" he rejoined, in surprise. "I had no opportunity of doing it. Work and responsibility were thrown upon me before I was old enough to think of pleasure : and they served to keep me steady." " You were not naturally inclined to spend, George." " There's no knowing what I might have ac- 208 TEEYLYN HOLD. quired an inclination for, had I been sent out into the world, as Treve has," he rejoined. " It was necessary that Treve should go to the university," said Mrs. Ryle, quite sharply. "I am not saying that it was not," George answered, quietly. " It Avas right that he should go, as you wished it." " George, I shall live — I hope I shall live — I pray that I may live — to see Trevlyn the lawful possessor of Trevlyn Hold. A gentleman's educa- tion was therefore essential to him : hence I sent him to Oxford." George made no reply. Mrs. Eyle felt chafed at it. She knew that George did not approve her policy in regard to Trevl}m. She charged him with it now, and George v/ould not deny it. " What I think unwise," he said, " is your having led Treve to build hopes upon the succes- sion to Trevlyn Hold." '' Why ? " she haughtily asked. " He will come into it." " I do not see how," quietly remarked George. " He has far more right to it than he who is looked upon as its successor — Oris Chattaway," she said, with flashing eyes. " You know that." George could have answered that neither of them had a right to it, in fair justice, while Rupert Trevlyn lived ; but Rupert and his claims had OPINIONS DIFFER. 209 been so completely ignored by Mrs. Ryle, as by others, that his urging them would have been waived away as idle talk. Mrs. Ryle resumed, her voice unsteady in its tones. It was most rare that she suffered herself to speak of these past giievances ; but Avhen she did, her vehemence amounted to agitation. " When my boy was born, the news that Joe Trevlyn's health was failing had come home to us. I knew the squire would never leave the pro- perty to Maude, a girl, and I looked then for my son to inherit it. AVas it not natural that I should ? — was it not his right ? — I was the squire's eldest daughter. I had him named Trevlyn ; I T>Tote a note to my father, saying that he would not now be at fault for a male heir, in the event of poor Joe's not leaving one " " He did leave one," interrupted George, speak- ing probably in impulsive thoughtlessness. " Be still. Rupert was not born then, and his succession was aftei'wards barred b}^ my father's will. Through deceit practised on him, I grant you : but I liad no hand in that deceit. I named my boy Trevl}^! ; I regarded him as the certain heir ; and when the squire died and his v/ill was opened, it was found that he had bequeathed all to Chattawa}^ If you think I have ever once faltered since in my hope — my resolve — to see YOL. I. p 210 TREYLYN HOLD. Trevlpi some time displace the Cliattaways, George, 3^011 do not know much of human nature." '•' I grant what you say," replied George, " that of the two, Trevl}Ti has more just right to it than Oris Chattaway. But has it ever occurred to you to ask, Itovj Cris is to he displaced ? " Mrs. Ryle did not answer. She sat beating her foot upon the ottoman, as one whose mind is not a.t ease. George continued — " It appears to me to he the wildest possible fallacy, the bare idea of Trevlyn's being able to disj)lace Cris Chattaway in the succession. If we lived in the barbarous ages, when inheritances were wrested away from their possessors by force of arms, when the turn of a battle decided the ownership of a castle, then there might be a chance of Trevlyn Hold being taken from Cris Chattaway. As it is, there is none. There is not the faintest shadow of a chance that it can go to any beside Cris. Faihng his death — and he is strong and hearty — he must suc- ceed. Wliy, even were Rupert — forgive my allud- ing to him again — to urge his claims, there would be no hope for hun. Mr. Chattaway holds the estate by the sure tenm-e of legality ; he has willed it to his son ; and that son cannot be dis- placed in the succession by any extraneous effoiis of others." OPINIONS DIFFER. 211 Her foot beat the velvet more impatiently ; a heavier line settled on her brow. Often and often had the very arguments now put into words by her step-son, brought their weight to her etching brain. George spoke again. " And therefore, the very improbability — I may almost say the impossibility — of Trove's ever suc- ceeding to Trevlyn Hold, renders it unmse that he should have been taught to build upon it. Fa