Now ready t in extra cloth bindingy THE CHEAP ILLUSTRATED EDrr5GN„ RvJIABLOT K. BROWNE ("PHIZ"), OF W. H. SMITH & SON'S SiypACRIPTION LIBRARY, '*^^ STRAND, LONDON, E RAILWAY BOOKSTALLS i A DATS EilJE OM OE THEM K EE?TT ^-^ . ■GTS WTi MYEIPOET DIOT aOMm CASHIL MAETDTS OF CM MAETDf 1 6 Illustrations. ; i6 -.!■ strations. •ACl I V illustrations. :< Illustrations. / Illustrations. 24 Illustrations. 24 illustrations. 24 Illustrations. - 24 Illustrations. 24 Illustrations. (20) London : CHAPMAN & HALL, 193, PiccadiUy. l)M>%B»Mc*^plM^U||illiri ''ip«*ja d (J a I B R.AR.Y OF THE UN IVER.S1TY Of ILLINOIS v.t GEEALD EASTINGS OF BARTON. By the Same Author ^ A NOVEL. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. j No Appeal is a very clever and very readable book, and so we ; hoi^e it may find many readers. — The Times. \ There is a cui'ious natm-alism and freshness all through No Appeal. It is a good story. — Pall Mall Gazette, The story is weU conceived, and told with a fair amount of skill. — decidedly superior to the average. — Saturday Review. i A bright, readable, story. — Midland Illustrated News. . Instinct from beginning to end with a high and thoughtful spirit- ; — The Guardian. \ So good a book that we shall not be surprised to find the author writing a much better one. — Athenceum. GERALD HASTINGS OF BARTON. BY THE AUTHOK OF "NO APPEAL.' IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON : TINSLEY BEOTHEES, 18, CATHEETNE STEEET, STEAND. 1870. {All rights of Translation and JReproduction are re8ervied.'\ LONDON: SATILL, EDWAEDS AND CO., PBIHTEE8, CHANDOS STBEET COVENT GAEDEN. 4 TO HER WHOSE UNCHANGING LOVE HAS CHEKRED AND STILL CJIEERS ME ALL THROUGH THE TOIL OP LIFE. August SO, 1870. ^O CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME. CHAP. '^^^ 1. BARTON GREEN 1 II. BARTON VILLA 24 III. MASTER AND SERVANT ^1 IV. NO. 26, BELTON STREET 55 V. INSPECTOR POLTER OF THE K DIVISION . . 64 VI. WHO HAS DONE IT? 81 VII. MIKY SULLIVAN IS WANTED 103 VIII. THE TWO BROTHERS 119 IX. THE WILL 149 X. TWO YEARS AFTER 159 XI. BY NIGHT 202 XII. WAKING UP 219 XIII. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER 240 XIV. THE MINERVA CLUB 256 GERALD HASTINGS OF BARTON. CHAPTER I. BARTON GREEN. Methinks the mansion hath a mouldy air ; The ivy round the walls, the bars and bolts. Are perishing of age." Haepee's Quest. OME few trees were left about the old place, tall and straight and goodly trees, such as manor houses so near to the smoke and grime of the great city will never grow again. But they, in truth, VOL. I. 1 52 GERALD HASTINGS. belonged to a former generation; to days when all round Barton were green fields and gardens, and the huge, dingy, over- grown city was still far away, buried in its usual hazy pall of murky fog and smoke. Still they had been planted where they now stood by old Samuel Hastings' great grand- father, and held fast resolutely to their own native ground. As to the Manor House itself, it was square and ugly enough, built of coarse red brick — brick stained and soddened and discoloured by the storms of two hundred winters, and now turning white in its old age in a garb of grey and white lichen, against which a rough coat of dark green rustling ivy shone in dismal contrast. The green ivy and the hoary brickwork w^ere fighting hard for the mastery; and though the green leaves had the best of it all through the golden flush of summer, autumn BARTON GREEN. 3 was now nearly over, and winter creeping on apace, and the Manor House, where a Hastings, father and son, had lived for some two hundred years, looked dismal and drear enough. It stood in the midst of what had once been a gay and pleasant garden, planted with choice shrubs and sunny flowers ; but the hand of ruin and quiet decay appeared to have been busy there for many a year, and all along the winding paths, and ragged grass-plots, and deserted flower beds, seemed written the words neglect and decay. Plants and shrubs had straggled into coarse and abundant blossom, bloomed, faded, and died without a kindly hand to touch them, or a heart to rejoice in their beauty. The grass was growing up in rank profusion everywhere ; in the beds, among the bushes, and even in the gravel-paths. Daisies and plantain had, inch after inch, swallowed up the grass- plots, along the edges of which 1—3 4 GERALD HASTINGS. narrow strips of hard, slimy moss ran in bars, which neither rain nor sun seemed able to loosen. Eight and left of the garden, on either side of the Manor House which fronted the high road, spread pleasant meadows Avhere cattle fed, and were driven home for shelter at sunset across the lea ; and where, too, still might now and then be heard the song of the lark rising on glad, wings to heaven. The house had a score of small, square, mullioned windows in front, and below them a heavy, dark portico, with a flight of steps leading down to a sort of rude ter- race once, long, long, ago ornamented with stone vases and baskets of flowers. And over all — ^^vindows, doorway, terrace, and flowers — now hung an air of desolation and silence, as if unfit to be inhabited, and only telling of the past. So much for the outside appearance of the house, to which BARTON GREEN. the inside grimly responded, in large dimly lighted rooms, scantly adorned with old and dusky furniture, moth-eaten cur- tains, stairs without carpet, walls blackened with cobwebs, and mantled with dust; and everywhere the one same story of sordid neglect and decay. Yet Barton Manor House was inhabited; and though its tenants were but two in number, it is there that our story begins ; and with Sam Hastings, the lord of the manor, who dwelt on the ground floor, and Sally Hill, the charwoman, who mouldered away in an underground kitchen which served for culinary purposes as well as for a dormitory, we must now make acquain- tance. The time is nine in the morning; and as a neighbouring clock strikes, a little, short, old-fashioned man clad in a dingy suit of black, makes his way out of the 6 GERALD HASTINGS. high road through the rusty iron gates, and up the weedy gravel path to the front door. Bell-handles and wires have long since disappeared from the outer surface of the entrance ; ever since, in fact, the bells answering thereto in the servants' hall were pulled down by the master of the house a score of years ago, and sold for old metal to Jem Danks at the corner of Green Arbour Lane. But a ponderous iron knocker, in spite of age and of rust, still holds its place on the door; and having sounded this twice heavily with a dull clang, the old man pushes open the door and enters, as if a well-known and welcome visitor. We must follow him. He walks briskly down the broad passage, and opens a door at the further end, leading into a lofty, large, square room, round three sides of which bookshelves rise from the floor to the ceiling; and as you BARTON GREEN. brush by them, you may see that dust lies thickly on every volume, and on an old chest of drawers of black oak, with " S. H." cut deeply into the Avood. A very small fire occupies one side of the room ; so small, indeed, that it might be easily packed into a breakfast-cup. A small tent-bed fills a corner of the room ; and a round table in the centre seems to be laid for breakfast, having on it a small loaf of bread, a tiny milk -jug, a tin teapot, about an ounce of butter, and a plate of watercress. By the fire, in an old tattered armchair of dingy leather, sat a little withered chip of an old man, very neatly and trimly dressed, though in clothes that had gone out of fashion forty years before, with his hat on, and a short black stick in his right hand. This was Samuel Hastings, the owner of the Manor House and many a fair acre of 8 GERALD HASTINGS. land round about it, and the possessor — so said the good people of Barton Green — of untold thousands in the Three per Cents; to say nothing of sundry scattered houses, and even whole groups of squalid tenements behind the main street, on the way into Babylon. He had just breakfasted, and as he pulled on his Hessian boots, was busily computing the exact cost of his breakfast, which he calculated at about three halfpence, having indulged in the unusual luxury of watercress. At that moment the door opened, and in walked Bob Winnecot the barber. " Five minutes late, Bob !" said the old man ; " I was just giving you up, and going out on one of my rounds. Where have you been dawdling?" " You won't catch me a-dawdling, Mister Hastings — not if I knows it. But you see, customers come in uncommon thick BARTON GREEN. 9 this mornin', and I says to my old gal, I says, 'Beards is beards now, and I can't afford to lose sich a chin as Mister Slodger's and this 'ere other gent's, which he come in quite permiscous, he did; so I'll just polish 'em off afore the clock strikes nine, and then cut round to the manner 'ouse in time for the master, and for my bit of '" "And that's just what you won't have. Bob. Breakfast was ready ten minutes ago, and yours too, if you had been in time. But Sally is coming to clear away now, and I must be shaved at once. I can't waste time as well as good victuals. A penny saved, you know, is a penny got. Break- fast can't be kept waiting here all day." Then the old man laid aside hat and stick, and Bob Winnecot began to operate on his patient's chin; during which operation a 10 GERALD HASTINGS. broken fire of small talk went on between master and servant. Barbers have been given to gossip from time immemorial, and Bob Winnecot Avas no exception to the general rule. He had a queer habit of pouring out little, short, disjointed sentences to his listener, some- times leaving them altogether unfinished, and at others taking up the thread of his story again after an interval of silence,, during which, perhaps, his razor required more than usual care in the handling. His present customer was apparently a good listener, though he now and then snappishly contradicted the man of soap- suds, or openly laughed at the news he brought. The talk began, as such talk usually does, with the weather, and then wandered away in a desultory fashion to the last local news, and especially to the subject of the BARTON GREEN. 11 cholera, which was just then ravaging some of the nearer back-slums of the great city with great virulence. Win::?cot, it must be remembered, was an old and tried . attendant at the Manor House, having shaved the master every day regularly for the previous twenty years. He spoke, therefore, with a sort of deference for the old man, and yet with a quiet fami- liarity which helped him to touch on all subjects, and to endure snubbing with great calmness. " How are the crops, Winnecot ?" " Well, sir, they do say, that down Torrington Lane way, where I come from when I was a boy, thirty years agone " "Thirty, Bob? more like fifty — you're eighty. Bob, if you are a day." " Where I come from thirty year agone, sir, — that things was looking pretty well till that terrible storm bust out last Sun- 12 GERALD HASTINGS. day mornin' while the people was at Di- vine service, sir. Something fell outside, sir, they suppose something of a bolt, sir." ^' No doubt, Bob, the bolt of the church- door ; it's a rickety old place, as well as I remember. And did they pick it up ?" '' Bless you, no, sir. That 'ere bolt went right through a tombstone, so they say, sir, of a poor widow-man, that was only a buried there a fortnight agone, and his wife took with twins, she was, that same night, one on 'em with a black mark all down his left leg. So they says, sir. Then came a silence. " The cholera's uncommon bad, sir, down our way. Up Green Arbour Court, just behind our shop, there was five took yesterday, and one on 'em tended to the fire hisself." BARTON GREEN. IS '^ AVhat on earth do you mean, Winnecot, by tended on the fire — what fire ?" " They had tar-barrels a-blazing all down High Street last week, all night long a'most, and camphor bags round their necks, — what the parish give out — and Master Gorsett he wore a bag, he did — and 'twas but last Saturday he was in my shop to get a clean face ; he was took, he was, and now he's no more ; and he was blind, so I'm told, sir, and his legs swelled afore he went off. And a lady, so they say, sir, she fell doAvn in the street a Thursday, and went off — she did — in the dropsy — line — something — so — I'm — told, sir." " Pack of lies, Winnecot — pack of lies. I wonder how you ever get together such a string of rubbish; but you must talk I know — it's oil to your old bones — meat and drink. By the way, what a price those 14 GERALD HASTINGS. rascally butchers are charging for meat. It's enough to make a famine. Ninepence a pound for neck of mutton, as I'm a living man, and it won't last us three days- here ; that old woman downstairs has such an awful appetite. We shall have bread up to ^evenpence halfpenny before long, I suppose. I believe those villains, the butchers and bakers, are in league together to ruin all of us poor people " "No doubt you feels it, sir— no doubt," interruptsWinnecot ; ''but if you wants to know what pinching is and dear bread is, just you come down into Green Arbour Lane for a week." '' Me, Bob, not know what dear bread is ? me ! with this great house to keep going, rates and taxes to pay, and a man to look after that place of mine at Shep- herd's Bush, and two great hulking sons at BARTON GREEN. 15 school, not earning a sixpence towards their living, but costing me a hundred a year ! Oood God, Winnecot ! what are you dream- ing of ? If I was not to look after things a little, and contrive here and contrive there, I should be eaten out of house and home in less than a month. It's bad enough in Green Arbour Court, I dare say, but you see, Bob, I have to keep up appearances, and they have not. I must have a joint once a week, and sometimes twice. They needn't. And potatoes are cheap, I'm told, and one can live very well on po- tatoes." Another silence. Then the barber broke out again. " I know a man, sir, keeps a potato shop in our street, and he bought a pig " *' Bought a whole pig, Winnecot? What business had he to buy a whole pig in these times ?'' 10 GERALD HASTINGS. " He bought a pig a Saturday night, and a Sunday he had two fits " " Two fits ? I wonder that he hadn't a dozen. What right has a^iyman in these days, when mutton is up to ninepence, to buy more than a pound of pork ? The ex- travagance of poor people just now is some- thing fearful." " Well, sir, he kep a shop, he did, and sold sossidges, and I'm told, sir, that one pig lasted for six months, what with the seasonin', and the allspice, and the beet- root, and the sawdust. Why, you see, sir, he kep sossidges o' all kinds, he did, beef and pork, and Germans, and polonies, and fresh country sossidges up twice a week from Devoncheere, and real Cambridge, and Hamburg, and all come out of that there one pig. Ah 1 he's an uncommon clever chap, he is." " Well, Bob, I must say he's not a BARTON GREEN. 17 bad hand if he makes that pig last six months." " Yes, sir, he is a tidy hand, and so -was his father a tidy hand, and most reg'lar ^t Divine service a Sundays — in the ^ quire' — mostly on the fiddle ; you see, his father was mostly on the fiddle, before him." By this time the whole shaving operation was over, and Winnecot began to pack up his apparatus ; while Hastings went to the old chest of drawers close by and hunted for some stray papers which he wanted in his day's march. " Bob," he suddenly called out, " while I'm getting my papers ready, you can easily take your breakfast ; but be careful with the butter, and with the milk, things are at such . a price now. And keep an eye on the flies; it's astonishing what those flies manage to devour in half an hour while VOL. I. 2 IB GERALD HASTINGS. one is busy. Keep an eye on the- iiies." The old man was not slow to obey orders^ for he knew that in the course of a very few minutes he might expect to see oldi Sally enter the room to clear away the breakfast things, and the " master" off on his- day's round. He therefore set to work vigorously on the scrap of bread and butter that remained ;. every now and then making little sudden stabs at the few half-starved creatures that buzzed over the empty jug and butter-dish, and exclaiming, as he missed a nimble bluebottle, " A speedy thing, sir, is they flies." "That's right. Bob," answers the master,, "that's right; every one you kill is as good as killing a thief and a robber — out of a poor man's pocket too. And now Bob,, we will have the things cleared away. A BARTON GREEN. 19 heavy breakfast is always bad, especially when the cholera's about." Whereupon the barber once more caught up his bag, and wishing the master good morning, made his way down the long pas- sage to the front door, just as old Sally Hill made her appearance in the breakfast room. " Clear away, Sally,'* said Hastings. " I am going out for a day's work in Barton's Kents, and may not be home to-night. Don't wait up for me after eight o'clock, it will save candles and firing ; and these times one must be careful. Do you hear, old woman ?" "Yes, yes, I hears fast enough; and I ought to know by this time that we've got to be careful, as I've heard it every night for pretty nigh thirty year. Yes, yes, I knows." " Then don't be content with knowhigr 2—2, 20 GERALD HASTINGS. but practise what you know, SslWj. Don't forget the hymn book says, " * But always practise what j'-ou know.' "It's the best line in the book. Butter at one and two ; bread, sevenpence half- penny, and meat an awful price. I shall be at home to-morrow early. The cold mutton for dinner; don't hash it, it wastes meat to hash it, terribly. So be careful, Sally, be careful." With these words the master of Barton Manor House, having lodged his roll of papers in an inner pocket, and taken from a corner a favourite short, thick malacca cane, at last set out on his day's tramp ; and left his old and faithful domestic to her meditations. Barton's Rents was the name given to a little group of squalid houses in a back street that branched off the main thorough- BARTON GREEN. 21 fare just where the smoke and dirt of Lon- don proper began to hold supreme sway — some two miles from the Manor House. House by house, and court after court, the old man had bought up these wretched abodes of dirt, poverty, and vice; letting them out by rooms, or even half rooms, at low rents, which however he exacted with the utmost rigour; collecting them with his own hands every month, and carrying the proceeds home to be stored up in an iron safe at Barton. It often took him a whole long day to go through a district of this kind ; but when thus benighted, he would often beg for a night's lodging where there happened to be a spare bed, or hunt up some empty tenement of his own in a neighbouring street — generally in charge of some poor charwoman — and there get a resting-place for the time. '^Victuals I must have," he would say, 22 GEKALD HASTINGS. ^' wherever I am, and here I get my bed and bit of fire gratis, and into the bargain." This he had done for many years; never, as he often boasted, having been robbed of a penny, or in any way molested. In most of these wretched tenements and streets he was well-known as Sam Hastings, the old miser of Barton ; and on the whole regarded with some fear and respect. One secret of his safety was that he had a stout arm and carried a heavy stick ; and showed not a grain of fear as he went in and out of the worst courts and alleys to be met with. But besides this, he was known to too many neighbours to be plundered without risk. It was said also, that he always carried a loaded pistol with him when he lodged for a night away from his own home. And though this was not true, the report served him almost as Avell as if it had been. BARTON GREEN. 33 With these few words of introduction, we must leave him to wend on his way towards London, and glance for a while at other scenes and characters in our story. CHAPTER IL BARTON VILLA. *' 'Tis not a lip or eye, we beauty call, But the full force and joint effect of all." Pope. MILE nearer to London proper^ and yet tolerably free from tlie grimy smoke of tlie great city^ partly shaded by a couple of horse-chestnut trees, and facing the high- road, was a small detached villa, the abode of Mr. John Thorn, Solicitor, as a brass plate told every one who passed the gate. He was a shrewd, kindly old man with a round bullet-head beginning to grow bald;, a square firm chin and smooth face, and a pair of grey eyes under heavy brows. He BARTON VILLA. 25 had a quiet but old-established business in Lincoln's Inn, to which he went every day into London, and was known among most of his neighbours as old ''Jack Thorn." None were familiar enough to call him Jack to his face; but all who really knew him liked his pleasant, genial talk, and were amused with his caustic tongue as long as it did not touch themselves. He and his wife and daughter are sitting at dinner — a quiet, homely dinner, but well served, and crowned with good wine, when some little gossip took place, which will help to introduce our heroine; at whom, how- ever, we must glance for a moment before she answers her father's question. " Well, Amy, child, what news have you got for your father, after his long day's work in that atrocious fog that filled Lin- coln's Inn all the morning?" The young girl, who looked up brightly 26 GERALD HASTINGS. at him as she spoke, was small and slightly made, but of perfect grace in the outline both of face and figure. Her hair, of so thing, especially of such high art as Mil- tonic poetry. I don't attend one of the ladies' colleges, you know, and at my school we were only taught our ABC, the Battle of Prague, Mangnall's Questions, the Catechism, and to keep our nails clean. The only scrap of Milton I remember is one beginning — * Sweet is the breath of morn ' But is it Milton after all?" she added. This allusion, however, to his boyish mistake passed utterly unnoticed by Antony, who quietly replied, " I never heard the line before in my life that I know of You must ask Gerald here, if you want chapter and verse." But Gerald was far too busy in watching the merry play of the bright and pleasant face opposite to him, to be prepared with THE TWO BROTHERS. 139 any such chapter or any such verse, and answered rather at random — " The morn is up again, the dewy morn ?" " Surely that is Byron's?" '' Now, Amy," interrupted the host, '' pray let our friends eat their morsel of fish in peace, without a word more sauce from Milton or Byron. Nothing is so bad for digestion as blank verse ; let us have a good riddle if you like, but no more Milton." Then followed an interlude of Conun- drums; a scrap or two from Punch, and a good legal story from Mr. Thorn's ample budget, by which time dessert was on the table, and the whole party seemed to be on the best possible terms with each other. After ten minutes more of pleasant chat, the ladies withdrew, and Mr. Thorn had to break to his young guests the terrible 140 GERALD HASTINGS. news of their father's death, which, in spite of their entreaties he had reso- lutely declined to tell until after dinner. He told the sad story as briefly and simply as he could, and they listened in almost silent amazement. " It was useless," he added, "to pain you with all this in a letter, and make what is horrible enough even more terrible in black and white; and so, my young friends, I thought it better to bring you up to my house, that after a glass of wine and a rest you might hear it from a friend, who could get nearer to you than pens and ink." And, then, he shook hands heartily with both. '' I am not much of a wine-drinker, but you two youngsters must now make your- selves quite at home, and sit here and chat over the fire by yourselves, or go up-stairs. THE TWO BROTHERS. 141 just as you like best. There will be coffee in half-anhour." And with these words, he left them to their own devices. The news had indeed fallen on them like a thunderbolt, for newspapers were luxuries in which Mr. Limber alone indulged at Cogsford House, and it so chanced that The Daily Tearer which they had bought at the station on their way to town, contained no allusion to the murder. But it affected them both very differently. Antony was at first all agog to offer fresh rewards for tlie discovery of the murderers. " Could nothing more be done? The old man had money with him, could not that be traced ? Would it be of any use to see the Inspector or to call on Mr. Beak ?" These, and a dozen other such questions, he urged afterwards on the lawyer, and now on his brother, with great vehemence ; but being answered in the nega- tive on every point, he gradually grew more 142 GERALD HASTINGS. composed, and praised the coffee. Gerald, on the other hand, expressed a strong wish to see his father's face again, if possible, before the funeral, and was for setting out at once. "I can't bear the idea," he said to Tony, ^^ of the old man's being buried without hav- ing a glimpse of him once more. He was our father, after all." "Yes, he was, Jerry; but he might just as well have been no relation at all. I don't remember a kind word from him for these dozen years past, if he ever said one before. He gave me a penny once, that I recollect; just before he sent us off into Lincolnshire, and charged me to take good care of it." " ^ There,' he said, ' Tony, that's for taking such care of your books at school. Books are very expensive things ; be careful, my boy, of all your books and clothes. THE TWO BROTHERS. 143 Clothes are horribly expensive. I only wish your brother Gerald was as careful as you are of them.' Thorn is far more like a father than ever he was." " Yes, Tony ; but after all he was our father, and if he pinched us, he pinched himself." " And thank God the pinching is come to an end now. I shall be glad when the funeral is over too. Old Thorn knows all about the will, I dare say. By J ove ! I shouldn't mind spending even 100/. to find out who the blackguards were. Suppose we go up and have some coffee." And so up they went to the little drawing-room, where Antony at once began to discuss the question of further rewards with the lawyer. " If you ask my advice," said the old man, "I should say, enough has been ofi*ered. I named a hundred, as your 144 GERALD HASTINGS. Guardian, and the government added another hundred, and they have been working as hard as they will ever work, I imagine. There will be expenses enough, I dare say, about the trial and old Winnecot in which you must help ; and then, there is the funeral." " You are quite right, Mr. Thorn, no doubt. Pray don't think that I want to waste money; no, no, I think they ought to find the scoundrels without any reward at all ; especially as there are other expenses. The funeral, I suppose, will not cost much? He would not have cared to spend much on such things, and one would like to do what would have pleased him best, you know. I should say — quite plain, the plainer and quieter the better." Then Gerald spoke to Mr. Thorn of his desire to see the old man's face again, if practicable. THE TWO BROTHERS. 145 " Quite practicable, if you decide on doing so. But on the whole, I should strongly advise you not to indulge your wish, though it is a most natural one. The whole affair is so terrible and so full of sad associa- tions, that the sight will be to you more of pain than pleasure, I am convinced. The inquest is over now, and the body lies at the Manor House. But you will do well, I think, not to go there till the funeral.'^ And, so, it was settled. Then they had a little music from Amy, who played with considerable skill and execution ; but with no great amount of passion. Her heart was not really in it, and so the musician never went beyond decided clearness and correctness of style, and faultless time. It was good of its kind, but the kind was not that which touches the heart both of player and VOL. I. 10 ]!46 GERALD HASTINGS. listener, and turns the notes inta living words of joy, or sorrow, or tender pathos. It was impossible to help praising it, though the performer seemed utterly unconscious of any merit on her own part, beyond that of having learnt to master so many pages of Mendelssohn or Mozart. " Music of this kind," she would say, " calms me^ and turns away my thoughts from trifling worries of life, and I am glad to see that you are patient — or at all events,, polite — enough to endure my performance." But after chatting awhile with Gerald, she found out that he could play chess, and play well. In a few minutes they were deep in a game that called up a gleam of bright intelligence in every feature of her face; and a single glance showed the spec- THE TWO BROTHERS. 147 tator that heart and mind were now fully roused, and at work which she understood and loved. It was a tough battle, but the victory was hers at last, though she declared her antagonist well de- served it for the skill and patience of his defence. " You see, papa, Mr. Gerald in reality beat me many moves back; but at the very crisis of the game he made one trifling oversight, which gave me the chance. I really am proud to have beaten him." And her eyes flashed as she spoke, with a sparkle of genuine enthusiasm. As for Gerald himself, the grace and beauty of the girl's face, and her w^ords\)f hearty praise, completely charmed him. It w^ould be delightful, he thought, to be beaten by such an opponent every night. So passed the first evening in town, 10— :? 148 GERALD HASTINGS. which we have glanced at thus fully, be- cause it was the type of many such even- ings during the succeeding months ; months which sowed many of the seeds in our hero's career, and bore lasting and abundant fruit. ^^iM CHAPTER IX. THE WILL. " Of all who flocked to swell or see the show, Who cared about the corpse ? The funeral Made the attraction, and the black the woe ; There throbbed not there one heart that pierced the pall^' Byeon. ES, there was one heart at the funeral of Samuel Hastings of Barton Manor that really felt deep grief for the murdered man, and that was the heart of old Sally Hill. She had been forty years in the service of the family, and loved the old man, miser as he was, with that loving affection now so rarely found between master and servant. 150 GERALD HASTINGS. Mr. Thorn had taken her in the mourning carriage with himself, the other sable vehicle being occupied by the two sons ; and as the last handful of earth dropped with grating rattle on the coffin, the tears that fell from her eyes were those of deep, passionate, sorrow. Antony played his part as in a mournful ceremony to which mere duty called him — Gerald, as if touched with a wild and weary sadness, not like that of a son mourning for a father, yet not to be measured by depth of crape, or represented by sable trappings. The funeral, of the plainest, simplest kind, took place in the cemetery at Barton Green, and, the cause of death being so notorious, was attended by a large crowd of idle spectators — not a few of them coming from Barton's Rents. To Gerald, indeed, it seemed more like a holiday show than a funeral, and he was most thankful when THE WILL. 151 the final solemn words were said, the crowd slowly broke up, and the heavy carriage at last set them down at the door of the Manor House. Desolate and for- lorn as the idea of the place had always remained in the thoughts of the young men, the reality was even more desolate than they had pictured it. The neglected, weed- grown paths : the gloomy ivied walls, the whole look of the entire place ; all told the one same story of cold pinching avarice, ■and decay. They were glad enough, therefore, to find a cheerful fire burning in the old library, the room wdth a look of life about it, and a good luncheon on the table : for all which good things they had only Mr. Thorn to thank. Before any business was •done, he insisted that they should eat some cold chicken, and have a glass of good wine. 152 GERALD HASTINGS. " Our business to-day is dreary and sad enough, my friends," he said; ''but you must now look it in the face like men of the world — as that which is inevitable. You have a dreary past to start from, but the future is more or less in your own hands. But now for some cold chicken ; by-and-bye we shall have work." Luncheon was soon over, and the next thing was to find the will. Cupboards, drawers, book-shelves, and recesses were ransacked, but ransacked in vain. Na document of any kind could be found, and every known hiding-place had been ex- hausted. Then the lawyer rang for old Sally Hill^ and stated the case to her. "Is there no other corner or cranny you can think of, which the master may have used ?" " Yes, there is one, sir ; only one as I THE WILL. 153 knows of, and that's the big deal box there in the corner, full of peas what he used to feed the pigeons on. I've knowed the master hide papers in there afore now.'^ And there, sure enough, some six inches below the surface, was the missing document found. " Stay, Sally, you may be mentioned in this paper, stay and hear it read." Then in a strong, clear voice, Mr. Thorn read as follows : ''I, Samuel Hastings of Barton Manor, being of sound mind, and in the sixtieth year of my life, bequeath to Sally Hill my old and faithful servant the sum of five hundred pounds ; and all my other monies, possessions, goods and chattels of all and every kind, and all my lands, wheresoever and whatsoever, I leave and bequeath to my two children for their sole use. This 1 declare to be my last will and testament, 154 GERALD HASTINGS. to be put in force as soon after my death as possible." This paper, duly dated, signed, and wit- nessed, the lawyer declared to be a perfectly legal document, all the provisions of which could be carried out forthwith, or as soon as Antony was of age — as the Court of Chancery should decide. "Meanwhile," he added, "it only re- mains for you two young men to fix upon some united plan of action, and agree as to the exact division of the estates ; or leave it to the Court to settle for you. If you ask my advice, I should say, agree upon a. plan yourselves, have it sanctioned by the Court and recorded, and then you will have no further trouble. I will under- take to put all matters in train for you, and in a month or six weeks, no doubt, Mr. Antony Hastings, will be Lord of the Manor of Barton." THE WILL. 155 A plan of action was soon agreed upon, and it was Antony himself who proposed an equal division of all monies and pos- sessions ; the land being by successive wills strictly entailed, as the lawyer had pre- viously told them. To this, of course, Oerald could but readily agree. And then Mr. Thorn took his leave, and left the two brothers to talk over plans as to their future life. When he got back to his office ifi Lincoln's Inn he sent for Simmons his head clerk ; and then ensued a short dialogue. " Simmons," said the lawyer, " you have had some experience in queer wills, at Ferret's ; have you looked at the will of old Sam Hastings of Barton Manor ?" ''I just saw it, sir, when it came to the office, but as you said nothing to me about it, I merely locked it up." 156 GERALD HASTINGS. "There it is, then; read it over again, and tell me what it looks like." It was read in two minutes, and then Simmons replied — " It seems all right, sir, though it's an odd sort of a document. There are no other children, I suppose ?'' "Oh, no; and no other relation but a sister's son, a fellow called Lorrimore, I fancy, that ran away to sea, or enlisted, and died of yellow fever, so I have heard, years ago. The old man seems to have been the very last of the family. The sister and her husband both died before he did ; and he always said that he had no other relations." " Then all must be right, sir, so far as your clients are concerned." " Very good, Simmons ; see that all the necessary papers are ready for the Court when wanted.*' THE WILL. 3 57 All that need be said further here is, that in the course of the next few months, the mat- ter came duly before the Court of Chancery, and was duly settled. The old Manor House was, as far as possible, put to rights, cleaned, and made habitable ; the gardens restored to something like garden beauty ; Sally was pensioned oif, to her great regret, and in spite of many protests ; while the two brothers were established in different sets of rooms, though they met at dinner and were good friends. How this amount of difference gradually arose be- tween them, how Antony in due time came of age — to which time the Court had de- ferred his entering into full possession — and the lawyer formally surrendered his office of guardian, are all matters that need not be told in detail. *' Whatever you do,'* was old Thorn's parting word of advice to the brothers, 158 GERALD HASTINGS. " don't go to law. If you must quarrel^ come to me, and for six-and-eight-pence you may get what may save you from years of misery." CHAPTER X. TWO YEARS AFTER. " Nay, 'tis time enough, For fools to waste, while wise men gather fruit." STArroED. N due time Mr. Antony Hastings became of age, the Court of Chancery approved of what their guardian proposed for carrying into effect the will of the late Lord of the Manor, and the two young men had by degrees settled down into their new mode of life. There was a clear income of about a thousand a year from funded property and land, besides the ready money found in the 160 GERALD HASTINGS. house; all of which they had agreed to share equally, the elder brother only re- serving to himself the rent of some few fields called the Manor Farm, which Gerald readily gave up. Then came the question of household expenses and joint payments, about which there arose some considerable difference of opinion ; Antony inclining to spend as little as possible, Gerald to deal with matters with a far more lavish hand. " Good heavens, Jerry, you will soon make ducks and drakes of your money if you go to work in this fashion. Why, a gardener will cost a hundred a year, at tlie very least; just for the sake of a few flowers, too, that you may get from Lon- don for half the money. / can't afford it. That's all I know." " But it isn't for the sake of a few flowers only; but because I do not care to see the old place in such utter desolation. TWO YEARS AFTER. 161 It looks like the castle of Giant Despair now; weeds and straggle and dirt wher- ever one turns. If you can't afford it I must; and it need not cost so much as you say, though I dare say the old man will get his living out of it, somehow or other." " I have no doubt he will. But if you are going to do it out of your owm pocket, iill well and good, though I can't say I like these old retainers hanging about a place.* If old Banks looked after Barton Gardens, as he says, in our grandfather's time, he must be pretty close upon eighty now, and not worth a penny a day as far as work is concerned." And so the matter ended for a time. But this scrap of dialogue was only a type of what went on about a score of other matters, until at last the brothers w^ere driven to consult Thorn ; and he, after VOL. I. II 162 GERALD HASTINGS. hearing both sides of the story, decided that the best plan would be for them to divide the old Manor House between them, each living as he pleased, and with one staff of servants answering for both. To this last clause, however, Tony only agreed after a very long and troublesome battle, in which he was beaten inch by inch, and finally driven to give way by the fact being made clear to him that he would save money by adopting it. This was an argument to which he never turned a deaf ear. Thus it fell out that, though living in the same house^ the brothers by degrees chose their own habits and ways of life ; their own companions and amusements, and thus, though still good friends, as the character of each developed, the line which divided them grew slowly wider and more marked. Antony gave himself up greatly TWO YEARS AFTER. 163 to pigeon shooting, and to such companions as that elegant and innocent pastime at- tracts and delights. Gerald hated it, and in his passionate way remarked that it was a low, brutal, business, fit only for butcher boys and blacklegs. ' " If you want sport," he would say, " go down to Barton Rise, and get some savage partridges among the turnips; or spend 5/. on a railway ticket, and kill grouse where they have got a chance of escape, out on the open moor. But for God's sake, Tony, don't go in for slaughtering these poor tame things out of a trap. Why I would as soon shoot the canaries in Miss Thorn's aviary." But Tony was not much given to argue, and merely said in reply, " Well, well, if you like to shoot canaries you can. I don't." This was but the beginning of differences 11-3 164 GERALD HASTINGS. between the two brothers, but the breach gradually widened more and more, and at last imperceptibly touched all the main features in their daily life. Antony not only persisted in his pigeon matches, but even had recourse to his father's old dove- cot to supply him with birds, which he sometimes sold at a cheap rate to such of his brother sportsmen as needed them. And this of course made Gerald even more indignant than ever, and he brought to bear on the whole scheme his sharpest words of irony and contemptuous sarcasm. He quizzed many of the men who came to shoot, and made savage remarks as to their dress and personal appearance; such as, " It was lucky the Lord of the Manor let them have their birds cheap, 'as higher terms might put the noble sport beyond their reach ; and still luckier that they never made bets on any but safe professionals." TWO YEARS AFTER. 165 All this, and much more sunilar banter the object of it seemed to bear with a quiet sort of indifference; but none the less was it felt, and none the less did he lay it up in store for some day of future reckoning. "Fire away, Jerry," he would answer sometimes; "it doesn't hurt me, and seems to amuse you. Tom Punter and Captain Straw are coming up this afternoon, and if you don't like them you can get out (rf their way. Ta, ta ! my boy." Beyond this degree of notice, Antony rarely went; for, for several reasons he did not wish to come to an open rupture with his brother, and especially as it might lead to Gerald's leaving the Manor House altogether. Tom Punter and Captain Straw were both, as he well knew, men of doubtful repute, but they were crack shots, and kept alive the eclat of the matches, 166 GERALD HASTINGS. as well as a spirit of betting, by which, under their guidance, combined with a little horse-racing, he could often make a profitable book ; so he was content to be patient, as he said, '' under his virtuous brother's admonitions." So by degrees it came to pass that Gerald spent more and more lonely hours among his books; sometimes in town at a junior club, to which Thorn's kindly word had helped to introduce him, and far more at the lawyer's own house, where a game of chess with that bright and lively anta- gonist who had greeted him on his first re- turn to London, had become to him one of his choicest pleasures. Her ready in- telligence and genial sympathy had gained on him more and more; and even the little touches of womanly vanity and love of praise which now and then peeped out, had a sort of charm for him. Freely TWO YEARS AFTER. 167 but delicately he now and then paid the little compliments which pleased her, but he did it with true daintiness of touch ; and so, as he thought, what was her vanity but a quiet appreciation of his skill? Her wit and beauty, in his eyes, deserved all and every praise; and he had not even yet forgotten the days when a glimpse of her face at the window was to his boyish eyes like sunshine on a day of November clouds. Not that he breathed even to himself the thought of love; much less cared to ex- press his admiration in words. But silently and steadily her society, the sound of her voice, the glance of her eyes, was becoming to him more and more a part of his daily life; and though Antony often accom- panied him in these visits, he had not yet found out how much he preferred those visits in which his brother took no part. This was the state of affairs when one 16S GERALD HASTINGS. day, after some hours in town, Gerald on his way home found himself in the neigh- bourhood of Barton's Rents, and then try- ing to make a short cut through Turnstile Street into the main road. This street consisted of a long straggling row of irre- gular and badly built houses, with small patches of dusty grass in front of each^ that had once been called gardens. At the doors of most of these houses lounged dirty, slatternly women, or half dressed men, with short pipes in their mouths, and many evil words even fouler than the grimy pipes. Squalling, ragged children played about inside the railings which separated the patches of grass from the pavement, at times getting in the way of the foot-passengers. As Gerald passed one of the groups, a boy of ten or twelve pushed roughly up against him as he did so, holding a miserable half-starved kitten TWO YEARS AFTER. 16^ by its tail, and swinging it round and round in the air. The cries and shrieks of the wretched animal at once arrested him. " I say, my boy, you are hurting that kitten. Put it down! Do you hear?" The only answer to this was a fresh whirl in the air, fresh screaming of agony from the kitten, and a grin of impudent de* light on the face of the torturer. Whereupon Gerald quietly seized the boy by the ear. " Now," said he, "I shall hold on here (giving him a sharp pinch by way of emphasis), until you drop that kitten. Do you hear?" " Yes, I hears ; and you let go now, will you? or youll catch it." Here the pinch on the ear became much tighter, and the boy roared out with pain ; 170 GERALD HASTINGS. "but still refused to let go the kitten, which jelled louder than ever. The contest continued for half a minute, when his own sufferings became so intense that he flung the half maddened creature to the ground — and then finding his own ear released, fled howling to his mother at the door of No. 6, where a crowd soon collected to hear his tale of wrongful sufl*ering. Meanwhile, Gerald went calmly on his way towards the main road, not sorry to have won the day, even in such a trifle as the life of a kitten; but at first unconscious that an angry crowd was gradually forming at the door of the house, and that a perfect shower of foul words was following him down the street. Presently, however, some of these impreca- tions reached his ears, and on turning round he became aware that some half dozen hulking ruflians, with two or three TWO YEARS AFTER. 171 slatternly women at their head, were actu- ally in full pursuit of him. The men were showering the wildest curses on his head, and shouting to him to stop ; while one with a large bludgeon in his hand swore he would break every bone in his body, as "a d d swell." For a moment Gerald paused, as if un- certain what to do; but after looking carefully round and ascertaining that there was not a policeman in sight, nor any othei* decent man to whom he could appeal for help, he decided that his only chance of escape from a very rough handling was in immediate flight. It was a dangerous ex- pedient. But he took to his heels, and ran as hard as he could in the direction of the main road, with the whole body of his pursuers in full cry after him. In two minutes he had fairly distanced his enemies, with the exception of three of the roughest 172 GERALD HASTINGS. and biggest scoundrels, who seemed deter- mined to overtake him, and now began to raise fresh shouts of vengeance. Gerald was a light and swift runner, but finding that they gained on him, he determined to put on a sudden spurt and get clear away from them; and just then he re- gained the main road which ran at right angles to Turnstile Street, and found him- self in a crowded thorouo^hfare. Followinor this for about a hundred yards to the right, and his pursuers not yet in sight, he turned suddenly into a shop, so as to completely elude them. It was the shop of a stranger, kept by one Martin Glenny, a Bookseller, into which he chanced to enter; with a board outside the windoAv on which was set forth a row or tw^o of books and pam- phlets, under the guardianship of a small sharp boy. There were two men in the shop, one the TWO YEARS AFTER. 173 foreman; but the master, a briglit-eyed, intelligent looking man, stood at a side- table, near the end of the counter, appa- rently examining the binding of some new books; while behind him, at the back of the shop, Gerald caught a glimpse of a plea- sant parlour, where sat a young and pretty woman at work, talking now and then to a boy of three or four at play on the floor. Gerald's entry was somewhat noisy and abrupt, and rather startled Glenny, though' he only said, very quietly — " What might you please to want, Sir? " Five minutes, shelter, if you can give it to me." ''Ten, if you please, sir; besides, one good turn deserves another." '' But what good turn have I ever done you," said Gerald, "to deserve a return now?" 174 GERALD HASTINGS. " Don't you remember helping a blind man and his wife across Holborn one night, in the midst of pouring rain ? I have often wondered whether I should ever see you again. And now here you are; I thought that you would come some day, and I knew your voice in a moment." " It's an odd coincidence," replied Gerald; "for I had utterly forgotten all about the crossing on Holborn Hill, as you may easily imagine." And then he told the blind man the story of the kitten. " Six to one is rather long odds," he added, when his story was done, " and so I thought that discretion was the better part of valour, and fairly ran for it. Otherwise I think there would have been a case for Mr. Beak to-morrow morning. It is odd enough that I should have stumbled on your shop." And then they fell into a long and TWO YEARS AFTER. 175 pleasant chat about coincidences, which according to Glenny's theory were the commonest things going. ''I don't know much about their being common," said Gerald at last; ''but I will tell you of a singular one that happened just before I left school. Old Limber the master wanted to make a present to a big fellow who was leaving, and wrote to town for a volume of sermons. The bookseller wrote back to say that the book was out of print, but that he had met Avith a second-hand copy which, if he (Limber) approved should be forwarded. Accordingly it was sent, and turned out to be an old copy which had been given many years before by Limber himself to a previous pupil who had gone to London, and showed how highly he valued sermons by selling them at a bookstall." " Yes,'' replied Glenny, " it's not a bad 176 GERALD HASTINGS. case ; but I can give you a far better one that happened here to myself. One day a stranger came into the shop and asked for a copy of Blair's Sermons, a well-known common book, altogether out of fashion now. He looked at the only copy I had, bought it, and paid for it ; and then was about to leave the shop, when he suddenly stopped and said — '' ' If you have no objection, I will leave the book with you till I happen to be passing again.' '^ ' By all means,' said I, ' as long as you please.' " Well, sir, I kept the book stored away in a corner, ready for the owner, when he should call ; but month after month passed away, and I saw nothing of him. Then, so it fell out, I gave up my old premises at No. 190, and took these at No. 70, where you now see me; and so three TWO YEARS AFTER. 177 months more passed away, but not a word of my friend the purchaser of Blair. At last, one morning, an old lady came into the shop, and asked for a copy of Blair's Sermons. ' I have but one copy,' I answered, 'and I fear that I cannot part with that one, for it was bought and paid for six months ago, though the owner has never called for it.' " But the old lady was very urgent with me, and my wife of course took her part, and said I could easily get another copy ; and so at last I gave way. My new cus- tomer handed me a sovereign to pay for her book, and I turned round to my desk there, to get change, when some one else suddenly entered the shop, and I heard a sharp voice say — " ' A pretty dance you have led me, Mr. Glenny. Here have I been hunting up and down the street for half an hour, in search VOL. I. 12 178 GERALD HASTINGS. of my old friend Blair. I could have sworn that it was at No. 190 that I bought it. I hope that the book is all safe.' " ' You are quite right,' said I, ' as to No. 190; it was at my old house that you bought it, and there is your copy of Blair tied up in paper as you left it, six months ago. This lady had just persuaded me to let her have it, and I was just turning to give her change when you walked in and claimed your own property.' " ' And I mean to have it, too,' said the old man, in rather a peppery tone. " Of course, sir," added Glenny, '' he did have it; and I had to get another copy for the lady." After some further chat, Gerald found that he was already late, and must be off if he wished to be at Mr. Thorn's in time for dinner ; and so, thanking his new friend for shelter, and much pleased with his clever- TWO YEARS AFTER. 179 ness in managing the business of a large shop, he made the best of his way home. This was only the first of many visits paid to the blind bookseller, and at last led to their becoming great friends. At every visit he was more and more struck with the blind man s keen intelligence and good sense, especially in all that related to books. There were many hundreds on his shelves, and there was scarcely one that he could not lay his hand on at a minute's notice ; or * concerning which he could not tell a cus- tomer the price and binding, with a shrewd word or two as to its general contents, if asked to do so. *' I know their faces," he had said to Gerald, ^' as well as if I could see them. And directly a new book comes into stock, I feel him all over, and take his bearings, then settle him down into his own exact place. Now and then, my wife, or the 12--^ 180 GERALD HASTINGS. shopman, or that monkey of a boy at the door, happens to meddle with a shelf, and then, of course, for a thue, I am all: at sea." ''As to their outsides, it is all plain enough, Glenny; but what puzzles me is how you contrive to know so much of the inside." " Ah, there you see, my other pair of eyes work for me. My wife Mary, who loved me well enough to marry a blind man (and that's saying a good deal), is a first-rate reader ; and we work steadily on so many hours every night, at all the best books; and as I can't read a tenth part of what Paternoster Row sends out, I get a good notion of some hundreds of them from the Saturday and the Spectator^ and now and then a Quarterly. Without her, you see, my life would be a blank ; but with her love, and her eyes, and my own TWO YEARS AFTER. 181 memory, what more can I want? What she once reads, I never forget." When Gerald got near to Barton Villa, where he was to dine that night, he found that he was very late, too late in fact to go home and dress; and as he was puzzling liis head as to what was to be done, a cab driving rapidly past pulled up close to the pavement, and a jolly voice said to him — '^What, Gerald Hastings! Where are" you drifting to at this time of night ? Do you know that you are a mile from Bar- ton Villa, and that dinner will be on the table in twenty minutes? Jump in, man, jump in." Gerald accordingly jumped in, explained his troubles to Mr. Thorn, and was ordered not to dream for a moment of going on to the Manor House. " Come home Avith me, sir," said his 182 GERALD HASTINGS. kindly host; '^and we will furbish you up in some way. I will make all excuses to the ladies, and the only two other guests are your own brother and the Curate of St. Patrick^s, a clever crack- brained Irishman, who has gone crazy over some new book about civilization, but works like a horse in his parish. There, now it's settled; so not a word more." When Gerald reached the drawing-room he found all the party assembled, and everybody on the qui vive to hear his adventures. So there was nothing for it but to make his peace by telling the whole story. " Just like you, Gerald," said his brother, " always putting your finger into some- body else^s pie. What on earth had you to do with the kitten?" ^^But it was as much my pie as any- TWO YEARS AFTER. 183 body else's, and I could not see the poor brute tortured in that style." "The worst of it is," said the lawyer, "that the miserable little creature had a worse time of it than ever as soon as you were gone. Is it nine or seven lives that a cat has ? What does Tickler say, Mr. Dun- ster, about the feline race? How many kittens per cent, die in infancy, or by tail- twisting?" " Papa, you are very rude. Don't mind him, Mr. Dunster." '' My dear Amy, St. Patrick knows me too well to think me rude. And besides, the question of mortality among cats is a very interesting one, and statistics are the very essence of the great work." At this moment dinner was announced, and the host signalled to the curate to convoy his wife. '^ No, no, papa," said the younger lady, 184 GERALD HASTINGS. *'that will not do at all; I am dying to hear who Tichler is, and so I shall take down Mr. Dunster myself; Mr. Antony will take mamma, and you can bring up the rear with the defender of distressed kittens." And so, amidst much laughter, in this order they went down to dinner, spread as of old on a round table. Amy, as usual, was the life of the whole party, and the conversation wandered readily on from cruelty to animals, especially cats (who, according to Mr. Thorn, could safely undergo any amount of ill-treatment short of skinning), to Martin Glenny and blind people generally, and the inevitable comparison between them and the deaf and dumb ; and so on by a sudden freak to Guaxara, a Mexican silver-mine, and the new company just started to work it, of which Mr. Thorn was a director. TWO TEAKS AFTER. 185 Amy was sitting between the curate and Gerald, and while a fierce debate on ex- penses, profits and losses, went on at the opposite side of the table, there fell out at intervals the following dialogue. " Now, Mr. Dunster, papa has got fairly into Tom Tidler's ground in Mexico, and is safe for twenty minutes good, my chance comes. I want to know who Tickler is ?" " Not know Tickler's History of Civiliza- tion ? Is it possible, me dear Madam ? It^'s the Book of the age; he has been at work on the first ten volumes for the last twenty years, and one is now just out. The pre- face contains a list of four thousand volumes, all of which he thoroughly di- gested before he began to write." "He has a good digestion, then?" inter- rupted Gerald. " Yes, sir, he has something like a diges- tion. His father came of a Danish family. 186 GERALD HASTINGS. a Norseman, I think; and his mother was one of the Easts of Donegal — and " '^ And the North-east is a mighty strong wind," suggested Gerald. *^Just so, me dear sir. Well you see. Tickler just lays down fixed laws and eter- nal principles for everything that has happened from the Creation to this very hour. It's all a matter of calculation, num- ber, measurement, ratio and average. Now there's that old gentleman at the other side of the table talking about the price of geese this Michaelmas, as if he belonged to the very same genus." '^He's my father, at all events, and Pm his only gosling," said Miss Thorn. " Well, then, we'll take the other gentle- man ; he seems just as wise a bird." " Thank you," said Gerald, " that bird is my brother, but you are welcome to him." " Just for mere argument, me dear sir^ TWO YEAKS AFTER. 187 I'll take him — -just for mere argument. Ah! now, they've left the question of geese and have got to murders and sudden deaths, and suicides, and the question of morals. Pardon me for saying that they don't seem to understand this matter one hit more than the other. As for death, you see, there's only one thing to be said about death, and that is, it's a mercy that it al- w^ays comes at the end of life and not in the middle. But as for suicides, read Tickler^ me dear Miss Amy; it's not a question of morals or no morals at all, and has nothing to do with sickly seasons or healthy ones. It's all a question of cause and effect. Every event, great or small, has some cause, some motive or other that set that cause afloat, just as some preceding cause raised up that motive, and so things have been jogging on for the last ten thousand years or so, rather a longisk 188 GERALD HASTINGS. chain, but in TicMer as clear as ABC. One man in two thousand and three quarters makes away with himself every year. Sometimes it's one of those obstinate sick paupers, after a month's generous diet of thin slices of cheese from the Union, sometimes a stockbroker who has been making free with other people's money; but the fixed law is always the same, either of the two is but a link in the endless chain." *' And am I only a link, Mr. Dunster, in the endless chain? And you, and Mr. Tickler, and mamma — are we all links ?" " My dear," interrupts mamma, across the table, " the Lynx is a very elegant creature indeed ; your father and I saw it on Sunday last in the ' Zoo.' " ''Nothing m.ore or less, me dear Miss Amy," replies St. Patrick, ''nothing but mere links in the chain of cause and elFect. But you must read TicMer for yourself, TWO YEARS AFTER. 189 and see what he says about the connexion between rice and earthquakes, sugar and volcanoes, woolly hair and predestination, brass buttons and population ; the laws of free-will and sea-breezes, the census, mad- dogs and red hair. It's an amazing book.'' " It must be," said Gerald. "But you're getting rather personal when you come to red hair ; and I must say it's rather hard that I should be picked out as the special link to have fiery locks, though, I see now, it's by no fault of my OAvn, more than it was Tickler's to have to write the history of cause and effect from Adam down to Joey Hume." " Or Mr. Dunster's to have to preach Tickler?" replied Amy, looking innocently up into his face. " But what a memory you must have, Mr. Dunster, to remember all the little links in Tickler's ten volumes; how can you ever manage it?" 190 GERALD HASTINGS. '^ How? — nothing can be easier to a memory like mine. You see one Irish curate in eleven thousand eight hundred and two has a powerful memory, and I just happen to be that one. I can repeat whole chapters of TicUer. ' A dinner- party like this,' says one of his authors,* ' made up of true elements, is the last triumph of civilization over barbarism. Nature and art combine to charm the senses; the equatorial zone of the system is soothed by well-studied artifices ; the faculties are off duty, and fall into their natural attitudes; you see wisdom in slippers, and science in a short jacket.'" "Not all the faculties, Mr. Dunster; for I heard you say just now, as if you were re- flecting to yourself, soup good; fish rather tough ; champagne sweet — though you ate * 0. W. Holmes. TWO YEARS AFTER. 191 and drank of all three," said Amy, hardly- knowing how to conclude, " as if you relished them, at all events." " Heartily^ you mean," replied St. Patrick, smiling a grim smile — "quite so; and that I take to be the main object in view at a dinner-party, in bringing people together who don't know each other, with diiFerent tastes, appetites, and digestions, and expecting them to fraternize in an atmosphere rarely below 75°." " Well," replied Amy, " I did mean heartily^ "Then, why not say so ? The fact is," he added in a lower voice, " only two ladies in two hundred and fifteen and a quarter ever do say what they mean at first. But, it's entirely owing to the way young ladies are brought up now, that's it." "Yes, Mr. Dunster, no doubt, but I must insist nevertheless on being one of 192 GERALD HASTINGS. the two who do say what they mean. As for Tickler^ 1 begin to fear that it is a very terrible book." " Not at all, me dear madam, not at all. If only people would but look a little into ' cause and effect ' before they begin to talk. Now, there was our dear friend Mrs. Thorn opposite, just now on her pet sub- ject of missions to Boolawaddy, arguing about sending out flannel jackets to a set of savages who will sell every scrap of them for rum and tobacco; and the best way of initiating Sambo into the mysteries of grace and free will, while he insists on keeping a seraglio, smearing himself with train oil and red ochre, and would rejoice to have a cut of cold clergyman on the sideboard. If she had but read Tickler twenty years ago, she would see all this in " "But, they must make a beginning some- TWO TEAKS AFTER. 193 how," said Gerald, who ei)joyed drawing out the amusing Irishman, " and the truth " The truth, me dear sir ? that's just it. No two of the people who go out to preach it are agreed as to what the truth is, or the meaning of their own favourite texts. Every man of them adds to the plain letter a watery gloss of his own, without which the truth in his eyes is no truth at all. No, no, me friend ; first make the nigger wash himself and wear pantaloons, give up rum and red ochre, and then you may make a Christian of him as soon as you like." " And are those particular garments indis- pensable ?" gravely asked Amy ; ''if so, Mr. Dunster, it's rather awkward for us poor females, even in this enlightened country." "And our first parents " said Mrs. Thorn, across the table. But this was more than St. Patrick VOL I. 13 194 GERALD HASTINGS. could possibly stand. ^' Me dear Madam," he rather fiercely broke out, " Bloomerism is making its way at last in our benighted country ; Dr. Elizabeth Bunting has taken her degree, and the age of sense and reason and science is beginning to dawn at last ; and when Tlchler is more understood a very different state of things will commence. The world, just now, is mentally blind ; crammed with old women's fables, and the rhapsodies of fatuous parsons. As to our first parents, as Hixley says, ' How do we know we ever had any first parents ? or when the gorilla first began to wear aprons ' " But luckily, at this crisis the host's cheery voice called out, " Mr. Dunster, will you say Grace for us ?" And say it he did, in one swift, rapid jerk, the shortest and hardest form of thanks ever printed. It consisted of three words —'' Thank God, Amen." TWO YEARS AFTER. 195 Not that St: Patrick had the least inten- tion of being irreverent, or unthankful, after a good dinner. He believed in the Giver of daily bread, as well as in a cook ; but the whole tone and bias of his mind were saturated with Tickler^ and every thing must be square, precise, and hard, accordingly. The old lawyer knew his man, and understood him. Antony had been regarding him as he would have looked at a strange fossil ; Mrs. Thorn was simply amazed. But after a moment's lull, the whole tide of conversation was soon in full swing again ; the Boolawaddy Mission re- vived between Tony and Mrs. Thorn ; then the East wind and rain, that the Lord of the Manorwanted for his turnips; crochet, and the gorilla question. Concerning this last ques- tion, indeed, Dunster was eager for the fra}^ *^ Now," said he, looking keenly round as he spoke, " what about first parents ?" 13—2 196 GERALD HASTINGS. " Well/' said Gerald, " I don't know ex- actly what your family may be, but we Hastings people belong to the Hastings' of Battle, and we haven't a taste of the gorilla among us." At which there was a good laugh, in which none joined more heartily than St. Patrick himself; and the host and Antony quietly got back again to the old topic of crops, and a special Collect at church on the previous Sunday. " Me dear Mr. Thorn," cries out the curate, " what is the use of worrying your- self about Collects for rain ? You can't have any rain till you get a change of wind." "Then we'll pray for change of wind," replies Gerald. " But that all depends on atmospheric changes, and the laws of natural pheno- mena." TWO YEARS AFTER. 197 " Quite so," interposed Thorn ; " but who regulates the changes of atmosphere and controls the laws ? It's quite clear that we can't and don't, or I should have had rain for my turnips months ago. We must go to the fountain-head, Dunster, after all, and as I take it. He that made the laws must be greater than his own handiwork, and '' " But the question," replies St. Patrick, ^' is whether He will interfere with the working of His own law^s? ' At this point, however, again came in the voice of the cheery host, who thought that affairs were now getting too hot ; " The fact is," said he, " you are all in the wrong box. The laws control themselves entirely. They made themselves at the first, just manage their own affairs of wet and dry at their own sweet will, and as it suits their own crops." St. Patrick had too much good sense 198 GERALD HASTINGS. not to see how this was intended to be taken, and so answered cheerily enough, " All right, me dear sir, the rain will come all in good time, no doubt. The worst thing ye can do is to be always think- ing it's East wind that's coming ; it's sure to come if ye do. I thought the East wind was coming all day last night, but it didn't." At which characteristic speech shouts of laughter followed, and the talk fell into quieter channels, though the Irishman couldn't for the life of him understand the cause of their merriment. " You English people," he said, '^ are always laughing at us Irish for making Bulls, though for the life of me I can't make out what I have said to set you all off; but other people would do the same if they had life enough in them. If a Frenchman does it, you call it, espieglerie^ TWO YEARS AFTER, 199 but poor Paddy is simply a fool. Here's Talleyrand's wife, now, — she says, ^ I'm so glad I don't like spinach.' ' Why?' says her husband. ^ Why ? because, don't you see, if I did like it, I should eat so much of it, and I hate it !' Now, no Irishman would have said that to his husband — that is, to her wife " At which there were fresh shouts of laughter ; and then, at a signal from Mrs. Thorn, the ladies retired. When they were gone, Antony Hastings led the talk back at once to " Guaxara," the silver mine, and 10 per cent, for his money. " I want to hear," said he, " and I want Gerald to hear more of this affair, Mr. Thorn, if Dunster will give him up for five minutes from the ^'spirit-rapping" question over which he has gone crazy. Three per cent, is all very well, no doubt, but in these days 200 GERALD HASTINGS. of progress, it seems to me very slow work, and our income is small enough for a great place like the Manor House." So Gerald and the parson gave up the question of Mediums and Mr. D. Home for a time, and the lawyer began to unfold the glowing fortunes of the Guaxara mines, and the new Company. The upshot of a long talk was the following remark from the Director : "Well, young men, there, as far as I know, is the exact position of the new Company. If you ask my advice, I should say, be content with your 3 per Cent. Consols. But if you will not be content with three, and demand ten, shares are now to be had in the Guaxara mine. Think well of it ; and don't be in a hurry to decide the question at once. They will be in the market for some days TWO YEARS AFTER. 201 yet, no doubt. And now let us go upstairs and have some coffee." This was a wise speech, and well adapted to stimulate the keen appetite of Antony Hast- ings for the 7 per cent, additional ; and he went upstairs in a serenely good humour. Once there, the lawyer and his wife, the parson and Antony, set to work at a cosy game of whist, while Gerald met his old antagonist at chess. So diligently did both parties pursue their game, that it was really late when at last the Curate started up and declared that he must go. '^But you two," said the lawyer, turning to Gerald, "had better stay here to-night. Your old room is quite ready ; and you can decide about the ^^Guaxaras'' to-morrow morning. It is always well to sleep on such matters." And, to this they readily agreed. 1 " ' Iir Tt rrxX-rilZC —n — -X X «t _rv- — -ri- rr :^mm. n — m -To z * i » r II I m CHAPTER XI. BY NIGHT. " I have no words to thank you, sir, But I shall live your debtor all my life." Otway. HERE was a small garden at the back of Barton Villa, and tliere for half an hour, in the quiet moonlight, the two bro- thers walked up and down and chatted as they smoked, before bed-time. " I say, Gerald, it strikes me that this oiFer of Thorn's is a very good one that we ought not to let slip — what say you?" " Well, I dare say it's all right, but I am content with the 3 per Cents ; and don't BY T^IGHT. 203 much care to risk what little I have in silver mines." " There can be no risk, if it's all right ; and old Thorn is not at all the man to be mixed up with shaky things.'^ To this, at first, there was no reply ; but the end of a rambling talk between the brothers was an agreement that they should, if possible, jointly mortgage the estate for two thousand pounds, to be invested in Guaxara shares, provided Thorn could get as many, and at the same time guarantee that there would be no liability beyond the amount invested. " But I see how it is, Gerald," added his brother, " at present, with you ; and I might as well reason with the man in the moon. You're crazy about that little girl upstairs. Well, well, my boy, take care that she doesn't throw you over, that's all. That's her room, up there, over the kitchen, where 204 GERALD HASTINGS. the light burns ; ' brighter than the moon a thousand-fold 1' — there's the first line of a sonnet for you, which I know you have been working at for the last half-hour. What a pity it is that I am here ; if you and the moon only had it between you, now, you might have serenaded her. But, by Jove," he added, '' there goes the light, — out ; it's time for us too to be off — unless you are going to mount guard till dawn." '^ Many thanks, Tony, for your opening stanza; if I'm hard up for a rhyme I shall know at all events where to come for one ; but meanwhile don't be too lavish in your gifts, though after a second pipe your imagination is apt to run riot I know. A Sonnet is not in my line at all ; besides, it's getting cold, and I am tired." Half an hour after this, Antony, like the rest of the household, was sound BY NIGHT. 205 asleep, while Gerald's keen and busy brain still reviewed the events of the day. In spite of all he could do to rid himself of them, Martin Glenny and tortured kittens, the law of sea-breezes and red hair, Tickler and the East wind, and, above all, a pair of laughing black eyes glancing at him across a chess-board, all mingled in odd confusion, and kept him awake and perplexed with idle thoughts which he would have gladly cast aside. But the most troubled thinke? falls asleep at last, and so at length it happened with '' the defender of kittens." How long he slept, he never rightly knew, but when he awoke again it was with a start and a cry. It was pitch dark, and the room was filled with dense smoke. Luckily his bed was near the door, of which he at once found the handle, and then begun to hunt for a box of matches. These at last he 206 GERALD HASTINGS. found, struck a light, and having put on a few clothes, proceeded cautiously to wake his brother. " Confound it, Gerald, what on earth are you waking a fellow up for at this time of night?" " Tony," he said, after giving him another shake, " there's something all wrong here ; the house is full of smoke and on fire, I believe, downstairs. Get up; be quick, man ; and let us go and see what is to be done. Dip your towel in the water- jug, and hang it across your face." In another second the sleeper was out of bed, and hurrying on his clothes, calling out, however, to his brother not to carry away the light. Meanwhile, Gerald stepped out into the passage ; up which rolled a volume of thick smoke that nearly choked him, and almost extinguished the candle. He knew BY NIGHT. 207 nothing of the situation of the bedrooms, but he felt that not a minute was to be lost, if the sleepers were to be saved. The first rooms he came to were those of servants, who on being suddenly roused from sleep by a loud knocking, after the. fashion of their kind, simply screamed and threatened to go into hysterics. " For God's sake," said Gerald, '^ go and call your master and mistress, instead of screaming there like a pack of fool». You know where their rooms are; I don't. Go at once." The smoke grew thicker ; and to add to his perplexity the candle suddenly went out, from a chance blow against the balusters. But having once reached the stairs, Gerald determined to make his way down, and if possible see where the fire was, and raise an alarm. Groping his way slowly and carefully on, he at last reached 208 gp:rald bastings. the underground kitchen, where he found the volumes of smoke fiercer and denser than ever. All he could make out in a hurried glance was that a large horse covered with clothes, had fallen forward on the kitchen fire in a great heap which lay smouldering and half-burnt. Gradually the flames had set fire to the woodwork and a large wooden press close by, and were now slowly creeping up the sides of the room. Half-choked and blinded with the heat and smoke, he saw in a moment that he could do nothing to check the fire single-handed, but must at once give the alarm. Closing the door, therefore, he crawled upstairs again, and guided by the balusters reached the first-floor, where he found two half- dressed servants rushing about under Thorn's directions, and with lights search- ing for some papers of value and the plate- basket ; the front door wide open, and BY NIGHT. 209 another group tending some one near the door, in the dingy moonlight. " Are you all mad," cried Gerald, " that you open the door ? In two minutes that draught will have the whole story in ^ blaze! Has any one gone for the engines ?" *^ No one." Then, snatching up a hat from the hall table, and closing the door with a loud crash, he set oiF at the top of his speed to* the nearest station, which was luckily close at hand. In less than two minutes he was back again at the house, just in time to find a policeman at the door in charge of sundry bundles of papers and other valuables, a crowd of idlers who seemed to have started up out of the earth, shouting Fire ! and the bewildered household huddled together round Mrs. Thorn who had fainted in a sort of panic of excitement and terror, VOL. I. 14 210- GERALD HASTINGS. but was noAv slowly coming to her senses. As the old lawyer seized upon the young man, shook him mightily by the hand, and said, "Thank God! All safe! all safe!'^ Gerald looked nervously at the assembled group, and then suddenly called out — " Are all there ? Where is Miss Thorn ?" " Oh !" replied a servant, " she's all right, sir; I called her myself five minutes ago^ and got her a cloak, and " " Cloak or no cloak, she is not here !" " Stay !" he cried to Antony and to the old man, who both started forward at his words. '^Neither of you could bear the smoke for one minute. Where is her room ?" " Second door on the right," screamed a chorus of voices, "at the top of the first landing ! " Snatching the amazed policeman's Ian- BY NIGHT. 211 tern from his hand, Gerald hastily dashed up the stairs, and in a trice was at Amy's door. It was wide open, and the room empty. He searched every corner of it, but in vain. Then he rushed frantically down the passage to the next room, and in doing so tripped his foot against some unseen object, and almost fell. It was a heavy deal box, in the very centre of the passage, and close to it lay the prostrate body of her whom he sought. In another moment he had her in his arms, and was bearing her cautiously down the stairs, just after the engine had thundered up the street, and the firemen with their hatchets were smashing in the kitchen windows, and sending a deluge of water on the blazing woodwork. Hurrying eagerly through the passage, in another moment Gerald had safely borne the poor girl out into the open air, and 14^2 212 GERALD HASTINGS. there was a loud cry of " Saved ! saved !" mingled with many a hearty " God bless himP'' from the mob. But for several minutes she showed no sign of life ; and it was not until water had been freely dashed into her face, and some brandy forced down her throat, that she began to revive. But in five minutes from that time all danger in the kitchen was over, the fire thoroughly quenched, and the reluctant mob had dis- persed. Doors and windows were now freely opened, a good fire was lighted in the dining-room, and as the smoke and steam by degrees cleared away, the assembled people began to find out that they were but half dressed. Hasty toilets were soon made, cold meat and bread were hunted out, and as terror died away, hunger and curiosity revived. Both having been has- tily appeased, Gerald became the hero for BY NIGHT. 213 the night, and then Amy Thorn told her story. "I was sound asleep," she said, "and dreaming, I believe, some dreadful things about Tickler and the Boolawaddy savages, when one rushed at me, seized me by the throat, and screamed into my ear, 'The place is all afire, Miss, and if you please 'm, the smoke's a comin' up the stairs like mad.' Then I woke up, and found Eliza shaking me to pieces by the arm, and try- ing to drag me out of bed. But she gave me a thick shawl to wrap over my head, and then rushed off down the passage screaming. I stayed but a minute or two to huddle on a few clothes, and then ran as fast as I could along the corridor to papa's room, to make sure that they were safe, when I tripped against something and fell to the ground. After this I remember nothing more till I found myself, to my 214 GERALD HASTINGS. amazement, on a chair in the street, with a policeman's lantern staring me in the face, and a crowd of people all about me." Then she got up, and, with tears in her eyes, kissed her father and mother ; and, as she shook Gerald by the hand, said very gravely— "If it was proper, sir, for young ladies to kiss young gentlemen, you also would certainly have to undergo the operation; but as it is altogether contrary to the usages of polite society, you will escape, and I must be content with offering my heartiest and best thanks to the strong arm and stout heart that have saved my life." And then, with a very demure face, she made him a bewitching little curtsey, and turned briskly to the old lawyer. '* As for you, papa," she said, "I am utterly ashamed of you ; only think of your quietly BY NIGHT. 215 creeping out of your own room, getting safely downstairs, dragging out the plate- basket and some bundles of old trumpery papers, and leaving your poor unfortunate little child to be burnt to a cinder ! I believe you intended to get rid of me alto- gether. But if you are insured, I hope that the office people won^t pay a farthing !" "My dear saucebox, you are better, I see; I am insured, and I hope they will pay a good many farthings, though one thing I should like to know, and that is, who set that infernal box in the middle of the passage upstairs?" Then he rang the bell, and inquired of the servants ; but not a word of intelligence could he gain. No one knew anything of it, and Eliza the housemaid, to whom it belonged, only muttered something about ^' Thieves, she supposed, a making their way unbeknown upstairs." 216 GERALD HASTINGS. She might have added that, having thoroughly roused her young mistress, she suddenly called to mind a certain new dress^ of her own in a certain deal box, not far oif, and, having rusljed oiF to her bedroom y. she had with infinite toil dragged it half- way down the passage — there become suddenly half-choked with smoke, and there been forced to leave her treasure in the darkness, where it nearly broke the necks of the hero and heroine of the night. But all this she prudently kept to herself, for there are times when even a maid servant's tongue knows how to be silent. Mrs. Thorn was very enthusiastic over the whole matter, when all danger was over^ and extolled Gerald's heroism to the very skies. "My dear," she said, "I consider that you have saved all our lives, and though Amy could not, of course, kiss a young: BY NIGHT. 217 gentleman, her mother can," — and so she did, very heartily. Then the two young men took a cab, and went off to Barton Manor; while Mr. Thorn set out for town, calling on his way at the Insurance office, and handing in a rough estimate of the damage done by the fire. " Well, Gerald ?" said the elder brother, as they rattled off, " you have done a good night's work, anyhow. That girl is yours now, as safe as the bank !" "Perhaps: but the bank is not mine yet; and what I did for Amy Thorn, I would have done — as any fellow would — for any woman in peril of her life. But where were you, Tony, all the time?" '' Yes, yes, my dear boy, for any woman if she is young and pretty, and you are desperately spooney over her! — don't be savage now; it's a true bill. As for 218 GERALD HASTINGS. nie, Pm too old and ugly for young ladies to dream of, and so I had to look after my carpet-bag in the bedroom, and a new umbrella in the passage. But of course some of those rascally cads had got into the passage, somehow or other, and nothing could be seen of my new umbrella. Of course Thorn will pay for it." They reached the manor house just in time to meet Mr. Punter and Captain Straw at the gate, it being the day of a match for slaughtering sparrows, in which noble sport Antony Hastings was fast becoming a proficient. , CHAPTER XII. WAKING UP. " Love is the cross and passion of the heart, Its end, its errand." J. P. Bailey. .5i^^ HE tramc incident of the fire produced very different effects in the two persons chiefly con- cerned in it; though both were at first unconscious how deep those effects were. Amy's first and main thought was one of simple gratitude to the man who had saved her life, but she would have felt just the same gratitude to Antony Hastings if he had rescued her from sudden death ; and 220 GERALD HASTINGS. though she liked Gerald rather the best of the two, it was in vain that she searched her heart for traces of any tender feeling towards him. She almost regretted that it should be so, and yet was forced to own to herself that so it was. In the first rapture of finding herself saved from a terrible fate, she had, indeed, half in earnest, and half in jest, talked of thanking him in a way altogether impossible to young ladies even in these fast days ; but when the fire was but a few days old, and things had settled down into their old track, she felt that no deeper feeling than regard and gratitude had been roused. But with Gerald it was very diff*erent. His eyes were opened at once, and he knew now that the girl whom he had saved that night was dearer to him than life itself; that to rescue her he would WAKING UP. 221 most gladly undergo a hundred such perils. And while the thought filled him with a great joy, it saddened him to find that on her part there seemed to be not a single spark of the deeper passion which filled his heart. True, she had, half in jest, in her be- witching way, talked of kissing him there and then before the whole party ; but no woman who really loved a man would have dreamed of uttering such words — and of this he felt convinced, though he hated and resisted the conviction. " Safe as the bank !" It was all very well for Tony to banter him in this foolish style, but Amy Thorn seemed to him now to be further off than ever — more entirely beyond his reach. But though he thus found out the truth of the old line — " Who says he loves, and is not wretched, lies," * * J. P. Bailey, 222 GERALD HASTINGS. yet his passion roused him to a new and intense life that he had never before known, and filled him at times with a flush of joy that blotted out every trace of sorrow. After all she was so bright and beautiful and charming in his eyes, that she must, he thought, at last see the depth and tender- ness of his passion, and give him if but a grain of love in return. Altogether it made a new man of him. This was the state of affairs when he chanced one day to call at Barton Yilla, and to his surprise and great joy found Amy alone in the drawing-room. His visits had of late become more numerous than ever ; but it had so happened that since the night of the fire they had never met but in the presence of others ; and though the whole matter of the fire had often been talked of, she had never specially alluded to her perilous escape. WAKING UP. 22S She rose and shook hands with him, as he entered, very warmly, but without a shadow of nervousness or hesitation; and at once began to talk freely of the weather, of a purse she was knitting, and of a recent game of chess. But, at last, these topics were all worn out; there came a sudden silence ; after which the talk touched upon more delicate ground. " I am afraid, Mr. Gerald, you must have thought me a very heartless sort of person, that night of the fire ; for though I tried to thank you, I know that I failed. It is so hard to say all one feels at such a time." " No, no," he answered eagerly, " I deserved no thanks ; and heartless I never could imagine you to be. The thought that I had helped to save you was reward enough for me." '' Helped?" she repeated- '' Don't be so dreadfully humble. It was your doings 224 GERALD HASTINGS. and yours only; in fact, the whole house- hold have you to thank for not being smoked or burnt to death. For the chances are ten to one that no one else would have wakened till it was too late ; and you saw Avhat servants are worth at sucli a time. And papa's life is a valuable one." " No doubt it is," replies Gerald ; " but I consider his daughter's life of yet greater value, and would gladly risk all to save it again, were the peril a hundred times as great." And this he said passionately, with flashing eyes. She glanced up from her knitting, as he spoke, and met the gaze with eyes that kindled at his looks; and yet very quietly. She saw, in fact, that he meant what he said; and, with a woman's shrewdness, guessing that much lay hidden under these glowing words, hesitated for a moment; but only said, still very quietly — WAKING UP. 225 '^ You do not place a high value on 3^our own life then?'' " Pardon me/' he answered, " it is quite possible for a man to value his life most highly, and yet hold another's far more dear; to love life, as I do mine, and never so dearly as when it rescues that other from peril, for in saving that, he saves himself, .und all that makes life worth having:." " You are drawing the picture of a true knight, indeed," she said; "but is such heroism to be found in these prosy days of hungry money-making?''' " I hope so," he replied. " Money- making, in some shape or other, ruled men in other times pretty much, it seems to me, as it •does in these; but good men and true were ahvays to be found, as they still are, with hearts as alive to the passion of beauty and the grace of womanhood as in the brightest of King Arthur's days. ' VOL. I. 15 226 GERALD HASTINGS. At this she looked up at him again with a winning smile that lighted up her whole face, as she answered — " You are getting quite poetical, Mr.. Gerald; but perhaps you are a poet? and here am I talking the very soberest prose." " No poet," he answered, "not a grain of poetry in me, unless it be poetry to feel deeply, and to say out what one feels. There are times when the heart must speak ; and I know that '' " Do you know," she eagerly interrupted — " do you know that we are, I fancy, get- ting dreadfully philosophical all at once. And it's growing so desperately hot here in this room ; would you mind opening the window a little way ?" Gerald, smiling, opened the window, and let in a breath of air from the garden ; but he had made up his mind to speak, and WAKING UP. * 227 SO went resolutely back to the forbidden ground. '^Miss Thorn," he said eagerly, "call it poetry or philosophy, or what you will, but my heart speaks out now, because it is full and must speak; and I am simply in earnest, as a man only is when the whole passion of his being is bound up with the life and welfare of another. For many a long day you must have seen and known and felt that but one thought, that of yolir happiness, was all in all to me; that the sound of your voice was music to my ear; your eyes brought me light, your presence sunshine, and the hope of your love new" life itself. All this you must have seen and felt long, long, ago ; and yet I tell you of it again, because the words are a joy to me as I utter them !" He rose up as he spoke, as if about to come near her, and his burning, swift 15 — 2 228 GERALD HASTINGS. words, poured out with such intense eager- ness, touched the heart of the young girl, and made it thrill, though but for an instant, with wild and strange emotion. A faint tinge of colour dawned on her cheek for a moment as she rose gracefully and proudly to meet him. " I believe that the words you have spoken," she said, " come from your heart, and they are such as any woman might be proud to hear. But yet I am sorry that you have spoken them, for I cannot give you the answer which you seek. My heart does not answer with that passion which such words as yours demand — which alone deserves the name of love. But I thank you heartily for your kindly words, as I once tried to thank you for saving my life: and 1 regard and esteem you as a true friend. More I can- not say." WAKING UP. 229 And then she shook hands with hhn heartily, as before. "Ah!" he answered, "bare regard and esteem such as yours are dear enough to me only; give me one grain of hope to sow in the desert with them, and they may yet grow, and I am content." " Not figs on thistles," she answered laughingly ; " so said St. Patrick, on Sunday last." " There is no knowing," answered Gerald, " what may spring and grow from but one single seed of true hope, planted by loving ^ hands. But don't give me St. Patrick's sermons; no stones for bread; a word of hope from your own lips. Miss Amy — this is what I need." And then he went on to plead his own cause again, even more ardently and more humbly than before ; but at the end of a long debate he had not progressed a single 280 GERALD HASTINGS. inch. She listened, indeed, to all he had to say, and answered his fervent words with a kindly earnestness and sincerity that only served to touch him more deeply than ever ; but that was all. If she did not utterly reject him, she was equally far from accepting his offer. He had resumed his chair once more, and she her knitting, when at length they seemed to have reached a quiet and safe table-land among the mountains, hitherto overlooked and forgotten. "Even if it were so," she said at last, "just as you argue, and even if I could give you, in answer to your avowal, such a return as it deserves, don't forget the plain common-sense view of the question. I am older than you are, quite an old woman, in fact -" "I only wish," said Gerald, "that all London was peopled with such old women." WAKING UP. 251 " And old men to match them ?" she gaily xidded ; " of course you do, and so do I. But it is not so, unhappily ; and you must not forget the sober common-sense view of the whole case. I must talk to you very gravely. Here you are just beginning life, with a younger brother's fortune, just enough for club expenses and cigars, and bread and cheese and a gardener at the Manor House ; and you propose to saddle yourself with a young lady, who has no money to speak gf, and no expectations ; who will eat you out of house and home in a week. M}^ dear Mr. Gerald (she was actually laughing now), you don't know me; I am the most mercenary being under the sun, most extravagant and selfish. I require no end of small luxuries, comforts, and indulgences, for I have been used to them all my life, and can't do without them now. But this is not the kind of wife you are wanting, 232 GERALD HASTINGS. and that you deserve to have inflicted on you. She would ruin you in a month." " I'd gladly run all risks of such ruin," he answered; " all risks, and every risk; though I cannot and will not for a moment believe that you are really in earnest in what you say. But if I am not worthy of you now, or fit to have such a hope as I aspire to, tell me what can I do to be more worthy to make you listen to my suit ? Give it up I never will. Set me any task or penance you like; but bid me look onwards to some future day." " Make yourself, then," she said slowly,, at last, — " make yourself a name and a place- of your own, and then, if you can find some one worthy of such love as yours, she will be no burden to you, but be able to rejoice iin your success, and share in your " But at this critical moment other visitors- were suddenly announced. Presently Mrs. WAKING UP. 2S'd Thorn returned from an hour's shopping, and the secret conference between the young people was rudely broken to pieces by the entrance of Miss Satchell and the Curate, w^ho happened to meet at the gate of the garden, and sailed upstairs in company, Gerald hastily shook hands with all the party, and at once took his leave ; inwardly cursing his evil fate in being thus miserably interrupted, and heartily wishing all the old maids and curates in the parish were at Jericho. He knew that he should get little comfort at Barton Manor, and less at his club ; yet he walked away hastily towards London, going on at a mighty pace, and musing as he went on all that had happened. In this frame of mind, he got as far as the shop of his friend Martin Glenny, and there naturally turned in for a chat. Him he found as busy as usual, and as full of news from the world of books, but 234 GERALD HASTINGS. rather out of sorts in the absence of his wife. " She wanted a change, I am sure," said Glenny, "and a breath of fresh air; and so I insisted on her going down into Plampshire for a week, and getting a glimpse of home and home faces. But now she is fairly gone, I feel as if she had carried away all the light out of the house with her. You can have no notion of what such a woman's love is to me." " Pardon me," said Gerald, " I know what light is to a house, and have often thought what a lucky fellow you were to ^et such a Avife." " No doubt ; and wondered, I dare say, how she ever came to marry a Blind man at all. So do I myself, again and again, I can assure you. But patience and perse- verance will do a great deal, even after a man has been three times refused. ' Well,' WAKING UP. 235 said I, after the third time, ' I don't intend to give you up yet. I shall ask the same question, if I live as long, once a year for seven years; and then perhaps begin again.' " " Patience and perseverance," replied Gerald, "will do a great deal, no doubt, but not make a woman love you. There must be a spark of real love to start with — however small; then perseverance may fight the battle and win, but no*t else." "Yes; that I grant. And in my case, you see, it was all right. There was a grain of real love at the root of the matter — if I could only manage to get a breath of new life into it — ready to spring up, and face all difficulties." " But, in my case," interrupted Gerald and here he suddenly came to a full stop. 236 GERALD HASTINGS. The silence was sudden and strange ; but the Blind man, though puzzled for a mo- ment, seemed to understand the matter in a trice, though he could gather nothing from the troubled look on the face of his friend. " In your case," he boldly and brightly replied, " all will end, I hope, as happily as mine, some day. Seven years seems a longish time to wait, but it will be no more than a day if it win the love of a true woman's heart. Only, be sure she is true, and be sure that she loves you ; a mere barren ' Yes ' from the lips with no heart in it, is worse a thousand times than the bitterest ' No ' that woman ever uttered." " But marriage, they say, will bring love?" " Once in a thousand cases, perhaps, and doubtful even then. Don't forget the other nine hundred and odd who never know WAKING UP. 237 what true love is; who are coupled but never made one ; chained together for life, and yet as wide apart in heart and feeling and life, as if miles asunder.'^ " You speak sharply, my friend, as if you knew, what you never can have known, — the misery of such bondage as you tell of." "Know it?" repeated Glenny, ''I know it well enough; as a man must get his surest knowledge — by bitter experience*. Five years ago I was a widower. I had married a woman who loved my money and position, when I believed that she loved me^ and who thought she could win and rule all for herself and her relations, know- ing that my father was a man of wealth, and fancying she could wheedle him, in his lonely old age, into being her slave as cleverly as she imagined she had wheedled his son. But she was too clever by half, 238 GERALD HASTINGS. and too eager for us to put on our fetters ; she showed her cards when she should have kept them beyond suspicion. What would have become of me, if she had lived, God only knows. But death, that does many hard things, was merciful in this case, and divided two people who had never been really one. This, you see, made me speak out so fiercely just now, and I think I was right. So, patience and perseverance is my creed. It's very common-place philosophy, I dare say, to say nil desperandum^ for it has got down to be the motto of a Music Hall song, and so can't get much lower, and yet it is true." Then Gerald Avished him good morning, and went on his way, if not rejoicing, at least in better spirits with himself, and looking less gloomily on the future which lay hidden before him. His musings and meditations on his way home would fill WAKING UP. 2S9 many pages ; but while they were pleasant enough to my hero, they would perhaps- weary the reader, and so I forbear to write them at the close of this chapter. CHAPTER XIII. MOTHER AND DAUCxHTER. " Friends ? a}^ more than friends, indeed, They knew each other's hearts." Anon. Y dear Amy," said Mrs. Thorn, as soon as the visitors were gone ; " my dear Amy, you and Mr. Gerald seemed to be tre- mendously busy just now when we came in. He looked quite annoyed at being inter- rupted?" " I dare say he Avas, mamma ; visitors 7mll come in at such awkward times, you see, just when they are not wanted. And of all people in the world, those two old gossips the Curate and his wife !" MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 241 " My dear, you must not call her his wife when you know she is nothing of the kind. It's the mere tittle tattle of the parish, you may depend on it. Sarah Satchell is far too respectable a young woman." " Old^ mamma, old woman if you like ; she recollects the Battle of the Boyne, I know." " Well, old woman then, but far too re- spectable to encourage any such idle talk." " But she made him an offer, mamma, thafr is well known — on the night of the Jack- sons' party — and he only got out of it by saying that he already had a mother-in-law and four small children, who would have to come and live with him if he took a house and got married." "Nonsense, Amy, he is not a widower; only a little while ago, and the parish were all saying that she was in love with Mr. Gerald, and that he really liked her." VOL. I. 16 242 GERALD HASTINGS. " That I don't believe for a moment." "Why not, my dear? She has a very good house and a capital income, and would make him a capital wife. I should think it very likely, indeed." '' Not in the least likely as far as he is concerned." ''How can you possibly tell that, Amy? He has been looking melancholy enough for months past, poor young man.'' " Because he happens to like somebody else, mamma, that's all," " My dear Amy, you really must be care- ful what you are saying. How can a young lady tell whether a young gentleman likes somebody else or not ?" " Well, in this case, mamma, I happen to know it you see, because he told me so.'* " My dear child, you are more puzzling than ever. Why should he tell you of all people in the world?" MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 248 *' Simply because I was that somebody €lse, I suppose. He said tbat he loved me better than his own life, and 1 really felt inclined to believe him, and told him so. But then " " You told him to speak to your father^ I hope, Amy ?" '' No, mamma, I certainly did nothing of the kind. I told him that I was a great deal older than he, and had seen more of the world, and that he had no notion what a selfish, extravagant, thing a wife was ; and so I advised him to wait for a few years, and make his fortune, and then if he found a charming damsel ready to love him, by all means to marry, if she would have him. Wasn't that good advice ?" ' " My dear child, what a clever girl you are ! the very best advice you could possibly have given him." ** I am afraid that he did not think so, 16—2 244 GERALD HASTINGS. mamma. Young men don't like young ladies' advice unless it just happens to agree with their own wishes, however clever it may be." " And you don't care a grain for him then, Amy?" " Well, mamma, a grain is a very small quantity. I like him, you see, well enough^ and I owe him ray life, and I think he is a good-hearted generous fellow; but I don't want to marry just now, and a few years' knocking about in the w^orld w^ill improve him very much, though he cannot see that just at present." For the next few minutes crochet and netting progressed in silence, and then a& the first bell rang the two ladies went to dress for dinner. Alone in her own room. Amy began to think over matters a little more seriously than she had yet done, or might be supposed MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 245 to do if judged only by the lively talk between mother and daughter. But it was her nature to speak lightly and fluently €ven of matters that she felt deeply; and the channel into which her thoughts now fell was of a far graver cast. Thus they ran. She was pleased, as €very woman is, when a man worthy of love pays her the highest compliment in his power by offering to make her his wife; and doubly so because she felt the compli- ment, and really liked the man who made it. He was very pleasant, she knew, as an acquaintance, as a friend to play chess with, or to dispute with — for argument was her favourite amusement — but scarcely as a husband. She had never really thought of him in that light. She was quite content with her present condition. Possibly she might have, during the past year, rather encouraged his devotion to herself, and led 2'4'6 GERALD HASTINGS. liiin a little way on towards the avowal which he had just made; and in this pos- sibly she was not without blame, as she even allowed to herself ; but still, if young men were so easily ensnared the fault no doubt was mainly their own. She had never really meant to make a conquest of him with malice prepense ; and after all he would soon get over it; — of this there was not a doubt. At this moment the second bell rang; she put a rose in her hair and went down to dinner with rather a flushed cheek, and a brighter sparkle in her eyes than usual. Mr. Thorn was in unusually good spirits when he came home to dinner that day, and showed it, as he always did, to every body in the house. The fact is that the Guaxara shares had gone up to " par " that morning, and at a meeting of the committee- MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 247 the secretary had foretold a glorious future for that famous silver mine, increased fees to the directors, and dividends to the fortu- nate shareholders. " I only wish," he said to his wife as they were dressing, "that those two young fellows had laid out a thousand or so more." Then he heard the news of what Amy had said and done that morning in the matter of Mr. Gerald Hastings, and this pleased him all the more. He was full of fun and anecdote, and joking all through dinner ; insomuch that Binks, a most staid and respectable old man-servant who waited at table, was hardly able to keep his countenance. Din- ner however was over at last, and when the servants had retired he at once began to quiz his daughter. "I am afraid, Amy, that you are fast becoming a very wicked young woman 1" 248 GERALD HASTINGS. *^Me, papa! what in the world do you mean?'' (though she knew as w^ell as he did what was coming). *^ My dear child, you are simply turning the heads of half the young men in the parish. And to-day, as I understand, you have hooked and landed another victim, poor Gerald Hastings !" " No, no, papa; you have misunderstood the whole affair. He, very foolishly I must own, hooked himself, but I declined altogether to land him, though he strongly insisted on being landed; on the contrary, I gave him some good advice, and told him he had much better sail away down the stream, rise to something above the level of Barton Manor, and having made himself famous, look out for a young lady who loved him, and was indeed worthy of his love." " Just the very advice I should have given MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 249 myself if he had come to me. By Jove, Amy " "My dear papa, pray don't invoke the heathen deities on me." " Never mind, child, you would have made a firstrate lawyer; not one young lady in a hundred could have given such capital advice. What did he say to it?'' " Well, he couldn't say much, it was so disagreeable; of course he won't take it, whatever he said." " I am not so sure of that, Amy. He is a keen, sensitive fellow, is young Gerald, and the sharp word of a woman would prick him like a needle. He will be flying off somewhere to make his fortune before long, depend on it. Don't be too hard on him. Amy; though I must say that Antony is the better man of the two, and his position, you see, is secure." " Yes, yes, papa, I have no doubt. But 250 GERALD HASTINGS. I am quite content where I am, at Barton Villa, for the present. And as to Mr. Antony, he may have views of his own, and another lady of the manor in his eye ; but at all events I am not in that envied position." " My dear, you have but to hold up your little finger." " And that is just what I certainly will not do for all the lords of the manor on this side of " ^' Jordan," interrupted the lawyer, seeing that she had taken his words more seriously than he meant. '' I must have both those young men here to dinner some day soon, for if these Guaxaras once begin to go up there is no knowing where they may stop, and Antony Hastings, if I know the man, will be crazy to have another fifty." And then he turned the conversation to other things, told them amusing stories MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 251 about the Law Courts, and a squabble be- tween the Deputy Judge and two barristers, who began by quarrelling between them- selves on some point of legal etiquette, and ended, when called to order, by abusing His Honour on the bench. The shrewd old lawyer knew all tlie three men well, and mimicked their voices and manner with great readiness ; so that his two listeners soon forgot all about the Guaxaras and young Hastings, as he fully intended that they should ; and were laugh- ing heartily at the unfortunate Deputy Judge — better known as a fluent and amusing speaker on the platform of Ragged Schools and Dorcas Societies than as an expounder of the law in the Court over which he presided. An hour's music and some more amusing gossip brought the evening to a close, just in the manner Thorn desired. He had 252 GERALD HASTINGS. made up his mind that his daughter should some day become Antony's wife, but he was wisely content with having just sowed the seed in a light and casual manner that gave no room for the suspi- cion of his having any such object in view. Gerald's offer of that morning had quietly effected what he had been vainly trying to do for months past. '^ The very best thing," he said to his wife that night when alone in their own room — "the very best thing that young man can do is to follow Amy's advice, both for her and for himself — and above all for me. He is now just mooning away his life in pursuit of ' nothings '; getting deeper and deeper in this crazy idea of being in love, and preventing her from making a really good match. But, for mercy's sake, Jane, whatever you do, don't oppose her in any- thing she likes to do or say about him — MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 253 and never, even remotely, allude to Antony Hastings as a husband or lover." " Me, John ? — as if I were at all likely to be mentioning such a thing!" " Not in the least likely, Jane, but cer- tain to do it. You women can no more help gossiping and fidgeting over the idea of a new match, or a bit of love-making, than kittens can avoid drinking milk. It's meat and drink to you all ; and with your tender heart, no two young people are safe for a week, if you once take to prophesy- ing. But this time you must be careful." "What shameful things you do say, John ! Not one wife in a hundred would ever allow herself to be talked to in this way ! " "And you, my dear, are that very one; add but a grain or two of discretion in this particular case, by simply seeming to throw cold water on the whole idea, and 254 GERALD HASTINGS. especially on Antony Hastings as at all a marrying man, and you will be one in a thousand. A touch of seeming opposition is all that Amy needs to do what I wish." Then Mr. Thorn said good night to the partner of his bosom, and calmly resigned himself to the arms of Morpheus. In two minutes, he was ostensibly sound asleep; but in reality carefully thinking over the events of the day, and mapping out his plan of action for many days to come. He was a man of infinite dexterity in little things ; and wisely thought that nothing was too unimportant or trifling for him to do well. ' Aut bene, aut niU was a motto in which he thoroughly be- lieved. This was the maxim which he carried out to the very letter, wherever he went, and whatever he did. There was not a scrap of slovenly work in his entire round MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. 255 of business. Not that he always suc- ceeded ; for no man but a fool ever does always succeed. But Jack Thorn's failures, in their way were successes. If utterly beaten and routed — bag and baggage — he still con- trived that his retreat should be a triumph in its neatness and utter defiance of the enemy. CHAPTER XIV. THE MINERVA CLUB. *' Here witlings, sages, would-be bards, and sparks Of first-rate water, meet and talk." Haerisois". HE Minerva Club was, as every- body knows, the offspring of the great Megatherium. But, unlike its famous and fashionable parent in St. James's Street, it had been founded almost beyond the borders of civi- lized life, in a strip of debateable land that lies between the strict world of Babylon and the outlying suburb of Barton Manor. It was meant for younger sons — for those who knew that a guinea was a guinea— THE MINERVA CLUB. 257 who knew it had to be worked for and spent with care. But none the less was it a very genial and pleasant assemblage of young, active, and '' clubable " men. Among its mem- bers were to be found a goodly sprinkle of rising, young barristers and of clever artists ; literary men just beginning to make their mark, and prophesying great things of what ought to be done and what must be done in the next ten years ; with "just a dash of idlers to relieve — as Grassy the rich sugar-baker's son said — a dash of idlers to relieve the monotony of genius and the glory of work." Old Thorn was an honorary member of this club, and it was through his influence that Gerald had been introduced into it. And thus far the atmosphere of the Minerva had agreed with him well. If he had found no friends there, he had VOL. I. 17 258 GERALD HASTINGS. formed several pleasant acquaintances^ and often enjoyed the cool, self-assured, talk that went on with unbroken freshness at dinner and in the billiard room, among young men mostly of his own age, but who had seen far more of life : and though they had learned many things by reading mankind, yet were not above learning wis- dom from books. It was this fact which had gradually led to the formation of a good library and made Gerald a frequent visitor to the Minerva; for in the comfortable reading room at- tached to it he spent many happy hours, which became more frequent than ever after the events of the last chapter. The society of Barton Manor grew more and more distasteful to him, and Captain Punter positively offensive, as the Minerva became more and more agreeable. The Secretary of the Club was an old THE MINERVA CLTJB. 259 half-pay Major of the Indian army, with whom Gerald had become great friends, and thus came about the following short dialogue, which the thread of my story obliges me to introduce, as it bore lasting and important fruit : — " I have been thinking," said the Major, one morning, 'Hhat our books are in a most lamentable state of confusion. Many of them are, I believe, trash, but a far larger number are good ; though we hardly know what we really have, and how many are no better than waste paper. Do you chance to know, Hastings, of an}^ fellow that understands such work, and would come here and put the whole thing square, catalogue the books, and tell us what to do, for a reasonable sum of money ?" " Well, Major, I think I know the very mam But he is blind." 17-2 260 GERALD HASTINGS. '^ No, no, my dear fellow, I don't mean to come the charitable dodge : no, no, con- found it, not a blind man." " But there is no charity in this case, I assure you. The man I mean is not a cad, but the son of a man of family and position. He would not touch a penny from Minerva herself if he hadn't well earned it, but he chooses to be a book- seller and work for his bread. Of course, he would employ a proper man under him, use his fingers, and supply the necessary brains himself. If you want your cata- logue well done and wish to have it weeded of trash, you had better employ Glenny. That is, if he will take the post." '•^ By all means, then," said the Major^ " see your Phoenix, and let me know what the cost of the work will be, when you have told him the state of affairs." THE MINERVA CLUB. 261 The issue of this talk was that Martin Olenny undertook the work ; coming to the Minerva for an hour or two three or four times a week, and superintending the whole business of cataloguing and valua- tion ; seeing a little of (jrerald at almost every visit, and amusing the members that he met there by the shrewdness of his talk and by his keen knowledge of men as well as books. His usual place of work was in a small :ante-room adjoining the librarj^, devoted to books of the past centur}^ — where his assistant brought to him page by page of the catalogue, and read it aloud for revi- sion. Now and then a stray man came into the room, in search of some odd volume of plays or essays, but for the most part it was deserted and quiet, and far better suited for Glenny's work than the bustle of 262 GERALD HASTINGS. the larger room. Now and then, toOy. some one member chose to hang up his coat and hat in the ante-room as he passed into the library ; but with these exceptions he was rarely interrupted. His work was to last for some months, as he had ex- pressly bargained to take his own time over it, only promising that it should be done well and completely at the last. One dreary, rainy night, however, long before it was completed, Glenny left his work rather earlier than usual and went home to dinner. That over, after a good game of romps with his children and a gossip with his wife, he suddenly slapped his hand on his thigh — which was his peculiar way of noting that he had almost forgotten what he was specially bound to remember. " Mary," said he, " where is to-day's paper? There is a trial in it, I'm told, of one THE MINERVA CLUB. 263 of these 'Spiritual' humbugs who has just now got hold of some rich widow and gulled her into the belief that he had a message for her from her deceased husband, in which she was charged to spend all her soul's love on the dear medium. The rascal's real name is Nebuchadnezzar Meldrum, the same scoundrel who once tried to gull me. His pet name to the old woman (the old goose) being Nebbie, 'her darling Nebbie.' She has spent many thousands on him, alid put some thirty or forty thousand more in the Funds in his name, and as long as she was content with this sort of folly all went well enough; but the old goose (forgive me, my dear, old single ladies will be such fools) at last wanted to marry him, and he refused to have her. Her money he could endure, but her very actual self was too great a blessing. Do see if you can find anything about it in the evening paper." 264 GERALD HASTINGS. "Martin, you are very hard on old single ladies and on poor ' Nebbie,' I must say; especially after your patronizing him as you once did." " Yes, my dear, I did patronize him, but my eyes have been opened since then. As long as he confined himself to table- turning, raps, accordions playing in the air, and bells ringing without hands, he fairly puzzled me I confess ; but when he had the impudence to tell me that the spirit of my own father (who was a scholar and a gen- tleman) had sent a message some ten lines long, in which, after charging me to love ' Nebbie' the dear medium as my best friend, he made two mistakes in grammar and three in spelling, I knew it to be an imposture. ^ It's a gross and infamous lie,' I said, ^ whoever brought you that message, or wherever he came from ;' for my father would rather have died than have spelt THE MINERVA CLUB. 265 sperittual with two f^^ or frendshi^) with only one i — as if Almighty God didn't know how to send a message to a man's soul as correctly as a telegraph clerk !" " My dear Martin, don't get savage with me, and don't get profane, please." " That is exactly what ' dear Nebby ' said, and his ''jidus Achates' with the bald head, who shows him off. " ^ Dear friend,' says Nebbie Meldrmn, ' if you would believe, the sperits say th*ey could restore 3^ our sight by a speritual power of cleansing and renewing, as surely as you now hear the voice of their dear brother, the medium.' " ' Thank you,' said I, ' they have opened my eyes already ; and I see clearly now, that if this lying message has anything whatever to do with spirits it is with the father of lies himself So no more of ' dear brothering' for me.' 266 GERALD HASTINGS. " ' Oh !' says Brother Badger (that's the chap with the oily tongue, who does the religious dodge ), 'do not let us have any strife ; Strife is offensive to Gaud^ as one of the dear spirits by my little mahogany table told us the other night. Pray be at peace, Strife is offensive to Gaud. It is a beautiful sentiment, Mr. Grlenny.' " ' Yes,' said I ; ' and it has the advantage of being so charmingly new as well as beautiful. It is almost as good as one of the boys' copy-slips at school. Strife is offensive to God. Is it? Yes; and so is lying and swindling and humbug of every kind. And if you want a text for that direct from ' Gaud,' I'll give you one out of His own word ; without spelling His name the wrong way, and without asking the leg of a mahogany table to kick it out for me.' "And so, ever since then, between the THE MINERVA CLUB. 267 house of Glenny and the house of Badger there has been strife to this very day. But now, Mary, let me have the last scrap of news about ' Nebbie.' " She accordingly set to work forthwith, and read aloud to her husband the headings of various paragraphs in " This Day's Intelli- gence'— sxxoh as "Awful Suicide," "As- toundmg Conduct of a Radical M.P.," " A Man may not Marry his own Aunt," " Strange Aifair at the Minerva " ''At the what?" Mary. " The Minerva. Shall I read it?" " Well — yes ; you may as well read it." Then she read as follows : — " This morning a strange affair took 'place at the well-hnown club the ' Minerva^' in Oban Street. For some time past a system of petty robbery has been carried on in that establish- meni, which has completely baffled all the 268 GERALD HASTINGS. autliorities in the house, as well as that icell- known officer Inspector Polter, who has had the case in hand for some weeks. This morning, however, a clue having been oh- tained, the culprit turned out to he one of the memhers of the club. He was at once given in charge this afternoon, and brought before Mr. Beak, at the Barton police court, his being the district in which the offence was committed. The prisoner, who stoutly denied the charge, was, after a preliminary exami- nation, remanded until Monday morning. He was said to be well connected, and his name to be Hastings. He was afterwards liberated on heavy bail.'' At this last word, the Blhid man leaped suddenly from his chair, and struck the table violently with his open hand. " Good Heavens !" he cried, " it's Gerald THE MINERVA CLUB. 269 Hastings. There must be some lie at the bottom of this. Send for a cab at once, Mary. I will be off and see Polter." " My dear Martin, who in the world is Polter ? Why should you go off to him at this time of night ?" " You are the best of little women, Mary (and all little women are good), but Why and Because is a game that ladies do not rightly understand : so^ best of little women, send for my cab." A cab was soon found, and in it the blind man went off to the station-house of the K division. Mr. Inspector Polter was visible, and as urbane and gracious as ever; but half an hour later Glenny came back to the wife of his bosom in a state of quiet and subdued wrath which showed that his mission was, so far, a failure. 270 GERALD HASTINGS. "Well, Martin," said she, " wliat news? Is it Gerald Hastings, and what can you do?" "0 irrepressible young woman," he answered, " I have no news. Mr. Polter is simply a pig, and declines to enter into the subject of a prisoner on remand, unless I come to say something not in his favour, in which case, as I can well see, he will gladly hear me. Meanwhile, the inspector graciously permits me to attend to-morrow morning at eleven in the regular open court, and hear what they have trumped up against him. A pack of infernal lies, I say, beyond all doubt." " Lies, without a question, Martin, if they accuse Mr. Gerald Hastings of being a thief, whether infernal or not " " My dear Mary, all lies are infernal, especially about bhnd men, booksellers. THE MINERVA CLUB. 271 and their friends — remember that. Gerald Hastings is no more guilty of picking pockets than I am of enlisting in the dragoons. But tace is the Latin for candle, so do not add to our troubles by ' why and because,' to which I can supply no more answers. Jane, too, has just brought the bedroom candle, I think as a hint to us, which I for one shall not find it hard to take." His wife saw how matters were at a glance. It was seldom indeed that her husband felt and spoke so strongly as he had done that night; and every little cour- tesy of manner to herself which was now wanting she knew how to attribute to its right cause, and was too wise and too good to make the subject of a moment's irritation. She saw that he was infinitely put out by the whole occurrence, being far more ready than able to help the friend whose 272 GERALD HASTINGS. trouble had so disquieted him, and still more anxious to prove for his own satisfac- tion that he had done all that could and ought to be done. END OF VOL. I. ^r-fc^E-J M ^ i fi j^jia—i (^jii i» -i ffe. , %riij ^ i nr"* ''^t.. , tf < r^ i^^e a tfr-' ^yj-f i r*} l-j > »-i yff ji ■ ANTHONY TROLLOPE'S works! NEW AND CHEAPER EDITION. /•rzVi? 2s. each. Picture Boards j 2s. 6d. Cloth. lOTTA SCHMIDT. 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