The sunshine and the fair scene did but mock him. The green meadows, and the winding7 river, and the crescent of stately buildings, spire-crowned, that, curving with the stream, looked down upon it from the site of the ancient walls, did but deride8 his misery9. For, how many a time had he stood on that spot and looked on that scene in days when he had been happy and carefree, his future as sunny as the landscape before him! And now--oh, the cowards! The cowards, who had not had the courage even to pick up the fruit which his daring had shaken from the bough10.
Ay, his daring and his enterprise! For what else was it? What had he done, after all, at which they need made mouths? It had been but a loan he had taken, the use for a few weeks of money which was useless where it lay, and of which not a penny would be lost! And again he cursed the weakness of those who had rendered futile11 all that he, the bolder spirit, had done, who had consigned12 themselves and him to failure and to beggary. He had bought their safety at his own cost, and they had declined to be saved. He shook with rage, with impotent rage, as he thought of it.
Presently a man, passing over the bridge, looked curiously13 at him, paused and went on again, and the incident recalled him to himself. He remembered that he was in a place where all knew him, where his movements and his looks would be observed, where every second person who saw him would wonder why he was not at the bank. He must be going. He composed his face and walked on.
But whither? The question smote14 him with a strange and chilly15 sense of loneliness. Whither? To the bank certainly, if he had courage, where the battle was even now joined. He might fling himself into the fray16, play his part as if nothing had happened, smile with the best, ignore what he had done and, if challenged, face it down. And there had been a time when he could have done this. There had been a time, when Clement17 had first alighted on him in town, when he had decided18 with himself to play that r?le, and had believed that he could carry it off with a smiling face. And now, now, as then, he maintained that he had done nothing that the end did not justify19, since the means could harm no one.
But at that time he had believed that he could count on the complicity of others, he had believed that they would at least accept the thing that he had done and throw in their lot with his, and the failure of that belief, brag20 as he might, affected21 him. It had sapped his faith in his own standards. The view Clement had taken had slowly but surely eclipsed his view, until now, when he must face the bank with a smile, he could not muster22 up the smile. He began to see that he had committed not a crime, but a blunder. He had been found out!
He walked more and more slowly, and when he came, some eighty yards from the bridge and at the foot of the Cop, to a lane on his left which led by an obscure shortcut23 to his rooms, he turned into it. He did not tell himself that he was not going to the bank. He told himself that he must change his clothes, and wash, and eat something before he could face people. That was all.
He reached his lodgings24, beneath the shadow of an old tower that looked over the meadows to the river, without encountering any one. He even stole upstairs, unseen by his landlady25, and found the fire alight in his sitting-room26, and some part of a meal laid ready on the table. He washed his hands and ate and drank, but instinctively27, as he did so, he hushed his movements and trod softly. When he had finished his meal he stood for a moment, his eyes on the door, hesitating. Should he or should he not go to the bank? He knew that he ought to go. But the wear and tear of three days of labor28 and excitement, during which he had hardly slept as many hours, had lowered his vitality29 and sapped his will, and the effort required was now too much for him. With a sigh of relief he threw up the sponge, he owned himself beaten. He sank into a chair and, moody30 and inert31, he sat gazing at the fire. He was very weary, and presently his eyes closed, and he slept.
Two hours later his landlady discovered him, and the cry which she uttered in her astonishment32 awoke him. "Mercy on us!" she exclaimed. "You here, sir! And I never heard a sound, and no notion you were come! But I was expecting you, Mr. Bourdillon. 'He won't be long,' I says to myself, 'now that that plaguy bank's gone and closed--worse luck to it!"
"Closed, has it?" he said, dully.
"Ay, to be sure, this hour past." Which of course was not true, but many things that were not true were being said in Aldersbury that day. "And nothing else to be expected, I am told, though there's nobody blames you, sir. You can't put old heads on young shoulders, asking your pardon, sir, as I said to Mrs. Brown no more than an hour ago. It was her Johnny told me--he came that way from school and stopped to look. Such a sight of people on Bride Hill, he said, as he never saw in his life, 'cept on Show Day, and the shutters33 going up just as he came away."
He did not doubt the story--he knew that there was no other end to be expected. "I am only just from London," he said, feeling that some explanation of his ignorance was necessary. "I had no sleep last night, Mrs. Bowles, and I sat down for a moment, and I suppose I fell asleep in my chair."
"Indeed, and no wonder. From London, to be sure! Can I bring you anything up, sir?"
"No, thank you, Mrs. Bowles. I shall have to go out presently, and until I go out, don't let me be disturbed. I'm not at home if any one calls. You understand?"
"I understand, sir." And on the stairs, as she descended34, a pile of plates and dishes in her arms, "Poor young gentleman," she murmured, "it's done him no good. And some in my place would be thinking of their bill. But his people will see me paid. That's where the gentry36 come in--they're never the losers, whoever fails."
For a few minutes after she had retired37 he dawdled38 about the room, staring through the window without seeing anything, revolving39 the news, and telling himself, but no longer with passion, that the game was played out. And gradually the idea of flight grew upon him, and the longing40 to be in some place where he could hide his head, where he might let himself go and pity himself unwatched. Had his pockets been full he would have returned to London and lost himself in its crowds, and presently, he thought--for he still believed in himself--he would have shown the world what he could do.
But he had spent his loose cash on the journey, he was almost without money, and instinct as well as necessity turned his thoughts towards his mother. The notion once accepted grew upon him, and he longed to be at the Cottage. He felt that there he might be quiet, that there no one would watch him, and stealthily--on fire to be gone now that he had made up his mind--he sought for his hat and coat and let himself out of the house.
There was no one in sight, and descending41 from the Town Wall by some steps, he crossed the meadows to the river. He passed the water by a ferry, and skirting the foot of the rising ground on the other side, he presently struck into the Garthmyle road a little beyond the West Bridge.
He trudged42 along the road, his hat drawn43 down to his eyes, his shoulders humped, his gaze fixed44 doggedly45 on the road before him. He marched as men march who have had the worst of the battle, yet whom it would be unwise to pursue too closely. At first he walked rapidly, taking where he could a by-path, or a short-cut, and though the hills, rising from the plain before him, were fair to see on this fine winter day, as the sun began to decline and redden their slopes, he had no eye for them or for the few whom he met, the road-man, or the carter, who, plodding46 beside his load of turnips47 or manure48, looked up and saluted49 him.
But when he had left the town two or three miles behind he breathed more freely. He lessened50 his pace. Presently he heard on the road behind him the clip-clop of a trotting51 horse, and not wishing to be recognized, he slipped into the mouth of a lane, and by and by he saw Clement Ovington ride by. He flung a vicious curse after him and, returning to the road, he went on more slowly, chewing the sour cud of reflection, until he came to the low sedgy tract52 where the Squire53 had met with his misadventure, and where in earlier days the old man had many a time heard the bittern's note.
He was in no hurry now, for he did not mean to reach the Cottage until Clement had left it, and he stood leaning against the old thorn tree, viewing the place and thinking bitterly of the then and the now. And presently a spark of hope was kindled54 in him. Surely all was not lost--even now! The Squire was angry--angry for the moment, and with reason. But could he maintain his anger against one who had saved his life at the risk of his own? Could he refuse to pardon one, but for whom he would be already lying in his grave? With a quick uplifting of the spirit Arthur conceived that the Squire could not. No man could be so thankless, so unmindful of a benefit, so ungrateful.
Strange, that he had not thought of that before! Strange--that under the pressure of difficulties he had let that claim slip from his mind. It had restored him to his uncle's favor once. Why should it not restore him a second time? Properly handled--and he thought that he could trust himself to handle it properly--it should avail him. Let him once get speech of his uncle, and surely he could depend on his own dexterity55 for the rest.
Hope awoke in him, and confidence. He squared his shoulders, he threw back his head, he strode on, he became once more the jaunty56, gallant57, handsome young fellow, whom women's eyes were wont58 to follow as he passed through the streets. But, steady, not so fast. There was still room for management. He had no mind to meet Clement, whom he hated for his interference, and he went a little out of the way, until he had seen him pass by on his return journey. Then he went on. But it was now late, and the murmur35 of the river came up from shadowy depths, the squat59 tower of the church was beginning to blend with the dark sky, lights shone from the cottage doors, when he passed over the bridge. He hastened on through the dusk, opened the garden-gate, and saw his mother standing60 in the lighted doorway61. She had missed Clement, but had gathered from the servant who had seen him that Arthur might be expected at any moment, and she had come to the door with a shawl about her head, that she might be on the look-out for him.
Poor Mrs. Bourdillon! She had passed a miserable62 day. She had her own--her private grounds for anxiety on Arthur's account, and that anxiety had been strengthened by her last talk with Josina. She was sure that something was wrong with him, and this had so weighed on her spirits and engrossed63 her thoughts, that the danger that menaced the bank and her little fortune had not at first disturbed her. But as the tale of village gossip grew, and the rumors64 of disaster became more insistent65, she had been forced to listen, and her fears once aroused, she had not been slow to awake to her position. Gradually Arthur's absence and her misgivings66 on his account had taken the second place. The prospect67 of ruin, of losing her all and becoming dependent on the Squire's niggard bounty68, had closed her mind to other terrors.
So at noon on this day, unable to bear her thoughts alone, she had walked across the fields and seen Josina. But Josina had not been able to reassure69 her. The girl had said as little as might be about Arthur, and on the subject of the bank was herself so despondent70 that she had no comfort for another. The Squire had gone to town--for the first time since he had been laid up--in company with Sir Charles, and Josina fancied that it might be upon the bank business. But she hardly dared to hope that good could come of it, and Mrs. Bourdillon, who flattered herself that she knew the Squire, had no hope. She had returned from Garth more wretched than she had gone, and had she been a much wiser woman than she was, she would have found it hard to meet her son with tact71.
When she heard his footsteps on the road, "Is it you?" she cried. And as he came forward into the light, "Oh, Arthur!" she wailed72, "what have you brought us to? What have you done? And the times and times I've warned you! Didn't I tell you that those Ovingtons----"
"Well, come in now, mother," he said. He stooped and kissed her on the forehead. He was very patient with her--let it be said to his credit.
"But, oh dear, dear!" She had lost control of herself and could not stay her complaints if she would. "You would have your way! And you see what has come of it! You would do it! And now--what am I to say to your uncle?"
"You can leave him to me," Arthur replied doggedly. "And for goodness' sake, mother, come in and shut the door. You don't want to talk to the village, I suppose? Come in."
He shepherded her into the parlor73 and closed the door on them. He was cold, and he went to the fire and stooped over it, warming his hands at the blaze.
"But the bank?"
"Oh, the bank's gone," he said.
She began to cry. "Then, I don't know what's to become of us!" she sobbed74. "It's everything we have to live upon! And you know it wasn't I signed the order to--to your uncle! I never did--it was you--wrote my name. And now--it has ruined us! Ruined us!"
His face grew darker. "If you wish to ruin us," he said, "at any rate if you wish to ruin me, you'll talk like that! As it is, you'll not lose your money, or only a part of it. The bank can pay everyone, and there'll be something over. A good deal, I fancy," putting the best face on it. "You'll get back the greater part of it." Then, changing the subject abruptly75, "What did Clement Ovington want?"
"I don't--know," she sobbed. But already his influence was mastering her; already she was a little comforted. "He asked for you. I didn't see him--I could not bear it. I suppose he came to--to tell me about the bank."
"Well," ungraciously, "he might have spared himself the trouble." And under his breath he added a curse. "Now let me have some tea, mother. I'm tired--dog tired. I had no sleep last night. And I want to see Pugh before he goes. He must take a note for me--to Garth."
"I'm afraid the Squire----"
"Oh, hang the Squire! It's not to him," impatiently. "It's to Josina, if you must know."
She perked76 up a little at that--she had always some hope of Josina; and the return to everyday life, the clatter77 of the tray as it was brought in, the act of giving him his tea and seeing that he had what he liked, the mere78 bustling79 about him, did more to restore her. The lighted room, the blazing fire, the cheerful board--in face of these things it was hard to believe in ruin, or to fancy that life would not be always as it had been. She began again to have faith in him.
And he, whose natural bent80 it was to be sanguine81, whose spirits had already rebounded82 from the worst, shared the feeling which he imparted. That she knew the worst was something; that, at any rate, was over, and confidently, he began to build his house again. "You won't lose," he said, casting back the locks from his forehead with the gesture peculiar83 to him. "Or not more than a few hundreds at worst, mother. That will be all right. I'll see to that. And my uncle--you may leave him to me. He's been vexed84 with me before, and I've brought him round. Oh, I know him. I've no doubt that I can manage him."
"But Josina?" timidly. "D'you know, she was terribly low, Arthur--about something yesterday. She wouldn't tell me, but there was something. She didn't seem to want to talk about you."
He winced85, and for a moment his face fell. But he recovered himself, and, "Oh, I'll soon put that right," he answered confidently. "I shall see her in the morning. She's a good soul, is Josina. I can count on her. Don't you fret86, mother. You'll see it will all come right--with a little management."
"Well, I know you're very clever, Arthur. But Jos----"
"Jos is afraid of him, that's all." And laughing, "Oh, I've an arrow in my quiver, yet, mother. We shall see. But I must see Jos in the morning. Is Pugh there? I'll write to her now and ask her to meet me at the stile at ten o'clock. Nothing like striking while the iron is hot."
On the morrow he did not feel quite so confident. The sunshine and open weather of the day before had given place to rain and fog, and when, after crossing the plank-bridge at the foot of the garden, he took the field path which led to Garth, mist hid the more distant hills, and even the limestone87 ridge1 which rose to her knees. The vale had ceased to be a vale, and he walked in a plain, sad and circumscribed88, bounded by ghostly hedges, which in their turn melted into grey space. That the day should affect his spirits was natural, and that his position should appear less hopeful was natural, too, and he told himself so, and strove to rally his courage. He strode along, swinging his stick and swaggering, though there was no one to see him. And from time to time he whistled to prove that he was free from care.
After all, the fact that it rained did not alter matters. Wet or dry he had saved the Squire's life, and a man's life was his first and last and greatest possession, and not least valued when near its end. He who saved it had a claim, and much--much must be forgiven him. Then, too, he reminded himself that the old man was no longer the hard, immovable block that he had been. The loss of sight had weakened him; he had broken a good deal in the last few months. He could be cajoled, persuaded, made to see things, and surely, with Josina's help, it would not be impossible to put such a color on the--the loan of the securities as might make it appear a trifle. Courage! A little courage and all would be well yet.
He was still hopeful when he saw Josina's figure, muffled89 in a cloak and poke-bonnet, grow out of the mist before him. The girl was waiting for him on the farther side of the half-way stile, which had been their trysting place from childhood; and what slight doubt he had felt as to her willingness to help him died away. He whistled a little louder, and swung his stick more carelessly, and he spoke90 before he came up to her.
"Hallo, Jos!" he cried cheerfully. "You're before me. But I knew that I could count on you, if I could count on any one. I only came from London last night, and"--his stick over his shoulder, and his head thrown back--"I knew the best thing I could do was to see you and get your help. Why?" In spite of himself his voice fell a tone. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, Arthur!" she said. That was all, but the two words completed what her look had begun. His eyes dropped. "How could you? How would you do it?"
"Why--why, surely you're not going to turn against me?" he exclaimed.
"And he was blind! Blind! And he trusted you. He trusted you, Arthur."
"The devil!" roughly--for how could he meet this save by bluster91? "If we're going to talk like that--but you don't understand, Jos. It was business, and you don't understand, I tell you. Business, Jos."
"He does."
Two words only, but they rang a knell92 in his ears. They gripped him in the moment of his swagger, left him bare before her, a culprit, dumb.
"He has felt it terribly! Terribly," she continued. "He was blind, and you deceived him. Whom can he trust now, Arthur?"
He strove to rally his confidence. He could not meet her gaze, but he tapped a rail of the stile with his stick. "Oh, but that's nonsense!" he said. "Nonsense! But, of course, if you are against me, if you are not going to help me----"
"How can I help you? He will not hear your name."
"I can tell you how--quite easily, if you will let me explain?"
She shook her head.
"But you can. If you are willing, that is. Of course, if you are not----"
"What can I do? He knows all."
"You can remind him of what I did for him," he answered eagerly. "I saved his life. He would not be alive now but for me. You can tell him that. Remind him of that, Jos. Tell him that sometime after dinner, when he is in a good humor. He owes his life to me, and that's not a small thing--is it? Even he must see that he owes me something. What's a paltry93 thousand or two thousand? And I only borrowed them; he won't lose a penny by it--not a penny!" earnestly. "What's that in return for a man's life? He must know----"
"He does know!" she cried; and the honest indignation in her eyes, the indignation that she could no longer restrain, scorched94 him. For this was too much, this was more than even she, gentle as she was, could bear. "He does know all--all, Arthur!" she repeated severely95. "That it was not you--not you, but Clement, Mr. Ovington, who saved him! And fought for him--that night! Oh, Arthur, for shame! For shame! I did not think so meanly of you as this! I did not think that you would rob another----"
"What do you mean?" He tried to bluster afresh, but the stick shook in his hand. "Confound it, what do you mean?"
"What I say," she answered firmly. "And it is no use to deny it, for my father knows it. He knows all. He has seen Clement----"
"Clement, eh?" bitterly. "Oh, it's Clement now, is it?" He was white with rage and chagrin96, furious at the failure of his last hope. "It's that way, is it? You have gone over to that prig, have you? And he's told you this?"
"Yes."
"And you believe him?"
"I do."
"You believe him against me?"
"Yes," she said, "for it is the truth, Arthur. I know that he would not tell me anything else."
"And I? Do you mean to say that I would?"
She was silent.
It was check and mate, the loss of his last piece, the close of the game--and he knew it. With all in his favor he had made one false move, then another and a graver one, and this was the end.
He could not face it out. There was no more to be said, nothing more to be done, only shame and humiliation97 if he stayed. He flung a word of passionate98 incoherent abuse at her, and before she could reply he turned his back on her and strode away. Sorrowfully Jos watched him as he hurried along the path, cutting at the hedge with his stick, cursing his luck, cursing the trickery of others, cursing at last, perhaps, his own folly99. She watched him until the ghostly hedges and the misty100 distances veiled him from sight.
Ten minutes later he burst in upon his mother at the Cottage and demanded twenty pounds. "Give it me, and let me go!" he cried. "Do you hear? I must have it! If you don't give it me, I shall cut my throat!"
Scared by his manner, his haggard eyes, his look of misery, the poor woman did not even protest. She went upstairs and fetched the sum he asked for. He took it, kissed her with lips still damp with rain, and bidding her send his clothes as he should direct--he would write to her--he hurried out.
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