“O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is gracious: and His mercy endureth for ever!”
The boy’s whole heart went up with the words. He gave thanks: mercies had come upon him—upon his; and that great dread—which was turning his days to gall2, his nights to sleeplessness—the arrest of Hamish, had not as yet been attempted. He felt it all as he sat there; and, in a softer voice, he echoed the sweet song of the choristers below, verse after verse as each verse rose on the air, filling the aisles3 of the old cathedral: how that God delivers those who cry unto Him—those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death; those whose hearts fail through heaviness, who fall down and there is none to help them—He brings them out of the darkness, and breaks their bonds in sunder4. They that go down to the sea in ships, and occupy their business in great waters, who see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep; whose hearts cower5 at the stormy rising of the waves, and in their agony of distress6 cry unto Him to help them; and He hears the cry, and delivers them. He stills the angry waves, and calms the storm, and brings them into the haven7 where they would be; and then they are glad, because they are at rest.
“O that men would therefore praise the Lord for His goodness: and declare the wonders that He doeth for the children of men!
“And again, when they are minished, and brought low: through oppression, through any plague or trouble; though He suffer them to be evil intreated through tyrants8: and let them wander out of the way in the wilderness9; yet helpeth He the poor out of misery10: and maketh him households like a flock of sheep.
“Whoso is wise will ponder these things: and they shall understand the loving-kindness of the Lord.”
The refrain died away, the gentle echo died after it, and silence fell upon the cathedral. It was broken by the voice of the Reverend William Yorke, giving out the first lesson—a chapter in Jeremiah.
At the conclusion of the service, Arthur Channing left the college. In the cloisters12 he was overtaken by the choristers, who were hastening back to the schoolroom. At the same moment Ketch, the porter, passed, coming towards them from the south entrance of the cloisters. He touched his hat in his usual ungracious fashion to the dean and Dr. Gardner, who were turning into the chapter-house, carrying their trenchers, and looked the other way as he passed the boys.
Arthur caught hold of Hurst. “Have you ‘served out’ old Ketch, as you threatened?” he laughingly asked.
“Hush!” whispered Hurst. “It has not come off yet. We had an idea that an inkling of it had got abroad, so we thought it best to keep quiet for a few nights, lest the Philistines14 should be on the watch. But the time is fixed15 now, and I can tell you that it is not a hundred nights off.”
With a shower of mysterious nods and winks16, Hurst rushed away and bounded up the stairs to the schoolroom. Arthur returned to Mr. Galloway’s. “It’s the awfullest shame!” burst forth17 Tom Channing that day at dinner (and allow me to remark, par18 parenthèse, that, in reading about schoolboys, you must be content to accept their grammar as it comes); and he brought the handle of his knife down upon the table in a passion.
“Thomas!” uttered Mr. Channing, in amazed reproof19.
“Well, papa, and so it is! and the school’s going pretty near mad over it!” returned Tom, turning his crimsoned20 face upon his father. “Would you believe that I and Huntley are to be passed over in the chance for the seniorship, and Yorke is to have it, without reference to merit?”
“No, I do not believe it, Tom,” quietly replied Mr. Channing. “But, even were it true, it is no reason why you should break out in that unseemly manner. Did you ever know a hot temper do good to its possessor?”
“I know I am hot-tempered,” confessed Tom. “I cannot help it, papa; it was born with me.”
“Many of our failings were born with us, my boy, as I have always understood. But they are to be subdued21; not indulged.”
“Papa, you must acknowledge that it is a shame if Pye has promised the seniorship to Yorke, over my head and Huntley’s,” reiterated22 Tom, who was apt to speak as strongly as he thought. “If he gets the seniorship, the exhibition will follow; that is an understood thing. Would it be just?”
“Why are you saying this? What have you heard?”
“Well, it is a roundabout tale,” answered Tom. “But the rumour23 in the school is this—and if it turns out to be true, Gerald Yorke will about get eaten up alive.”
“Is that the rumour, Tom?” said Mrs. Channing.
Tom laughed, in spite of his anger. “I had not come to the rumour, mamma. Lady Augusta and Dr. Burrows24 are great friends, you know; and we hear that they have been salving over Pye—”
“Gently, Tom!” put in Mr. Channing.
“Talking over Pye, then,” corrected Tom, impatient to proceed with his story; “and Pye has promised to promote Gerald Yorke to the seniorship. He—”
“Dr. Burrows has gone away again,” interrupted Annabel. “I saw him go by to-day in his travelling carriage. Judy says he has gone to his rectory; some of the deanery servants told her so.”
“You’ll get something, Annabel, if you interrupt in that fashion,” cried Tom. “Last Monday, Dr. Burrows gave a dinner-party. Pye was there, and Lady Augusta was there; and it was then they got Pye to promise it to Yorke.”
“How is it known that they did?” asked Mr. Channing.
“The boys all say it, papa. It was circulating through the school this morning like wild-fire.”
“You will never take the prize for logic25, Tom. How did the boys hear it, I ask?”
“Through Mr. Calcraft,” replied Tom.
“Tom!”
“Mr. Ketch, then,” said Tom, correcting himself as he had done before. “Both names are a mile too good for him. Ketch came into contact with some of the boys this morning before ten-o’clock school, and, of course, they went into a wordy war—which is nothing new. Huntley was the only senior present, and Ketch was insolent26 to him. One of the boys told Ketch that he would not dare to be so, next year, if Huntley should be senior boy. Ketch sneered27 at that, and said Huntley never would be senior boy, nor Channing either, for it was already given to Yorke. The boys took his words up, ridiculing28 the notion of his knowing anything of the matter, and they did not spare their taunts29. That roused his temper, and the old fellow let out all he knew. He said Lady Augusta Yorke was at Galloway’s office yesterday, boasting about it before Jenkins.”
“A roundabout tale, indeed!” remarked Mr. Channing; “and told in a somewhat roundabout manner, Tom. I should not put faith in it. Did you hear anything of this, Arthur?”
“No, sir. I know that Lady Augusta called at the office yesterday afternoon while I was at college. I don’t know anything more.”
“Huntley intends to drop across Jenkins this afternoon, and question him,” resumed Tom Channing. “There can’t be any doubt that it was he who gave the information to Ketch. If Huntley finds that Lady Augusta did assert it, the school will take the affair up.”
The boast amused Hamish. “In what manner will the school be pleased to ‘take it up?’” questioned he. “Recommend the dean to hold Mr. Pye under surveillance? Or send Lady Augusta a challenge?”
Tom Channing nodded his head mysteriously. “There is many a true word spoken in jest, Hamish. I don’t know yet what we should do: we should do something. The school won’t stand it tamely. The day for that one-sided sort of oppression has gone out with our grandmothers’ fashions.”
“It would be very wrong of the school to stand it,” said Charley, throwing in his word. “If the honours are to go by sneaking31 favour, and not by merit, where is the use of any of us putting out our mettle32?”
“You be quiet, Miss Charley! you juniors have nothing to do with it,” were all the thanks the boy received from Tom.
Now the facts really were very much as Tom Channing asserted; though whether, or how far, Mr. Pye had promised, and whether Lady Augusta’s boast had been a vain one, was a matter for speculation33. Neither could it be surmised34 the part, if any, played in it by Prebendary Burrows. It was certain that Lady Augusta had, on the previous day, boasted to Mr. Galloway, in his office, that her son was to have the seniorship; that Mr. Pye had promised it to her and Dr. Burrows, at the dinner-party. She spoke30 of it without the least reserve, in a tone of much self-gratulation, and she laughingly told Jenkins, who was at his desk writing, that he might wish Gerald joy when he next saw him. Jenkins accepted it all as truth: it may be questioned if Mr. Galloway did, for he knew that Lady Augusta did not always weigh her words before speaking.
In the evening—this same evening, mind, after the call at the office of Lady Augusta—Mr. Jenkins proceeded towards home when he left his work. He took the road through the cloisters. As he was passing the porter’s lodge35, who should he see in it but his father, old Jenkins, the bedesman, holding a gossip with Ketch; and they saw him.
“If that ain’t our Joe a-going past!” exclaimed the bedesman.
Joe stepped in. He was proceeding36 to join in the converse37, when a lot of the college boys tore along, hooting38 and shouting, and kicking a ball about. It was kicked into the lodge, and a few compliments were thrown at the boys by the porter, before they could get the ball out again. These compliments, you may be quite sure, the boys did not fail to return with interest: Tom Channing, in particular, being charmingly polite.
“And the saucy39 young beast’ll be the senior boy soon!” foamed40 Mr. Ketch, as the lot decamped. “I wish I could get him gagged, I do!”
“No, he will not,” said Joe Jenkins, speaking impulsively41 in his superior knowledge. “Yorke is to be senior.”
“How do you know that, Joe?” asked his father.
Joe replied by relating what he had heard said by the Lady Augusta that afternoon. It did not conciliate the porter in the remotest degree: he was not more favourably42 inclined to Gerald Yorke than he was to Tom Channing. Had he heard the school never was to have a senior again, or a junior either, that might have pleased him.
But on the following morning, when he fell into dispute with the boys in the cloisters, he spoke out his information in a spirit of triumph over Huntley. Bit by bit, angered by the boys’ taunts, he repeated every word he had heard from Jenkins. The news, as it was busily circulated from one to the other, caused no slight hubbub43 in the school, and gave rise to that explosion of Tom Channing’s at the dinner-table.
Huntley sought Jenkins, as he had said he would do, and received confirmation44 of the report, so far as the man’s knowledge went. But Jenkins was terribly vexed45 that the report had got abroad through him. He determined46 to pay a visit to Mr. Ketch, and reproach him with his incaution.
Mr. Ketch sat in his lodge, taking his supper: bread and cheese, and a pint47 of ale procured48 at the nearest public-house. Except in the light months of summer, it was his habit to close the cloister11 gates before supper-time; but as Mr. Ketch liked to take that meal early—that is to say, at eight o’clock—and, as dusk, for at least four months in the year, obstinately49 persisted in putting itself off to a later hour, in spite of his growling50, and as he might not shut up before dusk, he had no resource but to take his supper first and lock up afterwards. The “lodge” was a quaint51 abode52, of one room only, built in an obscure nook of the cathedral, near the grand entrance. He was pursuing his meal after his own peculiar53 custom: eating, drinking, and grumbling54.
“It’s worse nor leather, this cheese! Selling it to a body for double-Gloucester! I’d like to double them as made it. Eight-pence a pound!—and short weight beside! I wonder there ain’t a law passed to keep down the cost o’ provisions!”
A pause, given chiefly to grunting55, and Mr. Ketch resumed:—
“This bread’s rougher nor a bear’s hide! Go and ask for new, and they palms you off with stale. They’ll put a loaf a week old into the oven to hot up again, and then sell it to you for new! There ought to be a criminal code passed for hanging bakers56. They’re all cheats. They mixes up alum, and bone-dust, and plaster of Paris, and—Drat that door! Who’s kicking at it now?”
No one was kicking. Some one was civilly knocking. The door was pushed slightly open, and the inoffensive face of Mr. Joseph Jenkins appeared in the aperture57.
“I say, Mr. Ketch,” began he in a mild tone of deprecation, “whatever is it that you have gone and done?”
“What d’ye mean?” growled58 old Ketch. “Is this a way to come and set upon a gentleman in his own house? Who taught you manners, Joe Jenkins?”
“You have been repeating what I mentioned last night about Lady Augusta’s son getting the seniorship,” said Jenkins, coming in and closing the door.
“You did say it,” retorted Mr. Ketch.
“I know I did. But I did not suppose you were going to repeat it again.”
“If it was a secret, why didn’t you say so?” asked Mr. Ketch.
“It was not exactly a secret, or Lady Augusta would not have mentioned it before me,” remonstrated59 Joe. “But it is not the proper thing, for me to come out of Mr. Galloway’s office, and talk of anything I may have heard said in it by his friends, and then for it to get round to his ears again! Put it to yourself, Mr. Ketch, and say whether you would like it.”
“What did you talk of it for, then?” snarled60 Ketch, preparing to take a copious61 draught62 of ale.
“Because I thought you and father were safe. You might both have known better than to speak of it out of doors. There is sure to be a commotion63 over it.”
“Miserable beer! Brewed64 out of ditch-water!”
“Young Mr. Huntley came to me to-day, to know the rights and the wrongs of it—as he said,” continued Joseph. “He spoke to Mr. Galloway about it afterwards—though I must say he was kind enough not to bring in my name; only said, in a general way, that he had ‘heard’ it. He is an honourable65 young gentleman, is that Huntley. He vows66 the report shall be conveyed to the dean.”
“Serve ‘em right!” snapped the porter. “If the dean does his duty, he’ll order a general flogging for the school, all round. It’ll do ‘em good.”
“Galloway did not say much—except that he knew what he should do, were he Huntley’s or Channing’s father. Which I took to mean that, in his opinion, there ought to be an inquiry67 instituted.”
“And you know there ought,” said Mr. Ketch.
“I know! I’m sure I don’t know,” was the mild answer. “It is not my place to reflect upon my superiors, Mr. Ketch—to say they should do this, or they should do that. I like to reverence68 them, and to keep a civil tongue in my head.”
“Which is what you don’t do. If I knowed who brewed this beer I’d enter an action again him, for putting in no malt.”
“I would not have had this get about for any money!” resumed Jenkins. “Neither you nor father shall ever catch me opening my lips again.”
“Keep ‘em shut then,” growled old Ketch.
Mr. Ketch leisurely69 finished his supper, and the two continued talking until dusk came on—almost dark; for the porter, churl70 though he was, liked a visitor as well as any one—possibly as a vent71 for his temper. He did not often find one who would stand it so meekly72 as Joe Jenkins. At length Mr. Jenkins lifted himself off the shut-up press bedstead on which he had been perched, and prepared to depart.
“Come along of me while I lock up,” said Ketch, somewhat less ungraciously than usual.
Mr. Jenkins hesitated. “My wife will be wondering what has become of me; she’ll blow me up for keeping supper waiting,” debated he, aloud. “But—well, I don’t mind going with you this once, for company’s sake,” he added in his willingness to be obliging.
The two large keys, one at each end of a string, were hung up just within the lodge door; they belonged to the two gates of the cloisters. Old Ketch took them down and went out with Jenkins, merely closing his own door; he rarely fastened it, unless he was going some distance.
Very dark were the enclosed cloisters, as they entered by the west gate. It was later than the usual hour of closing, and it was, moreover, a gloomy evening, the sky overcast73. They went through the cloisters to the south gate, Ketch grumbling all the way. He locked it, and then turned back again.
Arrived about midway of the west quadrangle, the very darkest part in all the cloisters, and the most dreary74, Jenkins suddenly startled his companion by declaring there was a light in the burial-ground.
“Come along!” growled Ketch. “You’ll say there’s corpse-candles there next.”
“It is only a little spark, like,” said Jenkins, halting. “I should not wonder but it is one of those pretty, innocent glowworms.”
He leaned his arms upon the mullioned frame of the open Gothic window, raised himself on tiptoe to obtain as complete a view as was possible, and pushed his head out to reconnoitre the grave-yard. Mr. Ketch shuffled75 on; the keys, held somewhat loosely in his hand by the string, clanking together.
“Be you going to stop there all night?” he called out, when he had gone a few paces, half turning round to speak.
At that moment a somewhat startling incident occurred. The keys were whisked out of Mr. Ketch’s hand, and fell, or appeared to fall, with a clatter76 on the flags at his feet. He turned his anger upon Jenkins.
“Now then, you senseless calf77! What did you do that for?”
“Did you speak?” asked Jenkins, taking his elbows from the distant window-frame, and approaching.
Mr. Ketch felt a little staggered. His belief had been that Jenkins had come up silently, and dashed the keys from his hand; but Jenkins, it appeared, had not left the window. However, like too many other cross-grained spirits, he persisted in venting78 blame upon him.
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, to play an old man such a trick?”
“I have played no trick,” said Jenkins. “I thought I saw a glowworm, and I stopped to look; but I couldn’t see it again. There’s no trick in that.”
“Ugh!” cried the porter in his wrath79. “You took and clutched the keys from me, and throwed ‘em on the ground! Pick ‘em up.”
“Well, I never heard the like!” said Jenkins. “I was not within yards and yards of you. If you dropped the keys it was no fault of mine.” But, being a peaceably-inclined man, he stooped and found the keys.
The porter grunted80. An inner current of conviction rose in his heart that he must undoubtedly81 have dropped them, though he could have declared at the time that they were mysteriously snatched from him. He seized the string firmly now, and hobbled on to the west door, abusing Jenkins all the way.
They arrived at the west door, which was gained by a narrow closed passage from the gate of entrance, as was the south door in a similar manner; and there Mr. Ketch used his eyes and his tongue considerably82, for the door, instead of being open, as he had left it, was shut and locked.
“What on earth has done this?” shrieked83 he.
“Done what?” asked Mr. Jenkins.
“Done what!” was the irascible echo. “Be you a fool, Joe Jenkins? Don’t you see the door’s fast!”
“Unfasten it,” said Jenkins sensibly.
Mr. Ketch proceeded to do so—at least to apply one of the keys to the lock—with much fumbling84. It apparently85 did not occur to him to wonder how the locking-up process could have been effected, considering that the key had been in his own possession.
Fumbling and fumbling, now with one key, now with the other, and then critically feeling the keys and their wards13, the truth at length burst upon the unhappy man that the keys were not the right keys, and that he and Jenkins were—locked in! A profuse86 perspiration87 broke out over him.
“They must be the keys,” remonstrated Mr. Jenkins.
“They are not the keys,” shrieked Ketch. “D’ye think I don’t know my own keys, now I come to feel ‘em?”
“But they were your keys that fell down and that I picked up,” argued Jenkins, perfectly88 sure in his own mind that they could be no others. “There was not a fairy in the cloisters to come and change them.”
“Feel ‘em!” roared Ketch, in his despair. “These be a couple of horrid89, rusty90 old things, that can’t have been in use since the cloisters was built. You have changed ‘em, you have!” he sobbed91, the notion taking possession of him forcibly. “You are a-doing it to play me a infamous92 trick, and I’ll have you up before the dean to-morrow! I’ll shake the life out of you, I will!”
Laying summary hold of Mr. Jenkins, he began to shake him with all his feeble strength. The latter soon extricated93 himself, and he succeeded in impressing on the man the fallacy of his suspicion. “Don’t I want to get home to my supper and my wife? Don’t I tell you that she’ll set upon me like anything for keeping it waiting?” he meekly remonstrated. “Do I want to be locked up in these unpleasant cloisters? Give me the keys and let me try them.”
Ketch, in sheer helplessness, was fain to comply. He resigned the keys to Jenkins, and Jenkins tried them: but he was none the nearer unlocking the gate. In their increasing perplexity, they resolved to return to the place in the quadrangle where the keys had fallen—a very forlorn suggestion proceeding from Mr. Jenkins that the right keys might be lying there still, and that this rusty pair might, by some curious and unaccountable chance, have been lying there also.
They commenced their search, disputing, the one hotly, the other temperately94, as to which was the exact spot. With feet and hands they hunted as well as the dark would allow them; all in vain; and Ketch gave vent to a loud burst of feeling when he realized the fact that they were positively95 locked up in the cloisters, beyond hope of succour, in the dark and lonely night.
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