A lady living some eight or nine miles to the northwest of London, who took great interest in Grey’s doings, had asked him to bring the children of his night-school down to spend a day in her grounds, and this was the happy occasion. It was before the days of cheap excursions by rail, so that vans had to be found for the party; and Grey had discovered a benevolent5 remover of furniture in Paddington, who was ready to take them at a reasonable figure. The two vans, with awnings6 and curtains in the height of the fashion, and horses with tasselled ear-caps, and everything handsome about them, were already drawn7 up in the midst of a group of excited children, and scarcely less excited mothers, when Tom arrived. Grey was arranging his forces, and laboring8 to reduce the Irish children, who formed almost half of his ragged9 little flock, into something like order before starting. By degrees this was managed, and Tom was placed in command of the rear van, while Grey reserved the leading one to himself. The children were divided, and warned not to lean over the sides and tumble out—a somewhat superfluous10 caution, as most[267] of them, though unused to riding in any legitimate11 manner, were pretty well used to balancing themselves behind any vehicle which offered as much as a spike12 to sit on, out of sight of the driver. Then came the rush into the vans. Grey and Tom took up their places next the doors as conductors, and the procession lumbered13 off with great success, and much shouting from treble voices.
Tom soon found that he had plenty of work on his hands to keep the peace amongst his flock. The Irish element was in a state of wild effervescence, and he had to draft them down to his own end, leaving the foremost part of the van to the sober English children. He was much struck by the contrast of the whole set to the Englebourn school children, whom he had lately seen under somewhat similar circumstances. The difficulty with them had been to draw them out, and put anything like life into them; here, all he had to do was to repress the superabundant life. However, the vans held on their way, and got safely into the suburbs, and so at last to an occasional hedge, and a suspicion of trees, and green fields beyond.
It became more and more difficult now to keep the boys in; and when they came to a hill, where the horses had to walk, he yielded to their entreaties14, and, opening the door, let them out, insisting only that the girls should remain seated. They scattered15 over the sides of the roads, and up the banks; now chasing pigs and[268] fowls16 up to the very doors of their owners; now gathering17 the commonest road-side weeds, and running up to show them to him, and ask their names, as if they were rare treasures. The ignorance of most of the children as to the commonest country matters astonished him. One small boy particularly came back time after time to ask him, with solemn face, “Please, sir, is this the country?” and when at last he allowed that it was, rejoined, “Then, please, where are the nuts?”
The clothing of most of the Irish boys began to tumble to pieces in an alarming manner. Grey had insisted on their being made tidy for the occasion, but the tidiness was of a superficial kind. The hasty stitching soon began to give way, and they were rushing about with wild locks; the strips of what might have once been nether18 garments hanging about their legs; their feet and heads bare, the shoes which their mothers had borrowed for the state occasion having been deposited under the seat of the van, so when the procession arrived at the trim lodge-gates of their hostess, and his charge descended19 and fell in on the beautifully clipped turf at the side of the drive, Tom felt some of the sensations of Falstaff when he had to lead his ragged regiment20 through Coventry streets.
He was soon at his ease again, and enjoyed the day thoroughly21, and the drive home; but, as they drew near town again, a sense of discomfort22 and shyness came over him, and he wished the journey to Westminster well[269] over, and hoped that the carman would have the sense to go through the quiet parts of the town.
He was much disconcerted, consequently, when the vans came to a sudden stop, opposite one of the Park entrances, in the Bayswater road. “What in the world is Grey about?” he thought, as he saw him get out, and all the children after him. So he got out himself, and went forward to get an explanation.
“Oh, I have told the man that he need not drive us round to Westminster. He is close at home here, and his horses have had a hard day; so we can just get out and walk home.”
“What, across the Park?” asked Tom.
“Yes, it will amuse the children, you know.”
“But they’re tired,” persisted Tom; “come now, it’s all nonsense letting the fellow off; he’s bound to take us back.”
“I’m afraid I have promised him,” said Grey; “besides, the children all think it a treat. Don’t you all want to walk across the Park?” he went on, turning to them, and a general affirmative chorus was the answer. So Tom had nothing for it but to shrug23 his shoulders, empty his own van, and follow into the Park with his convoy24, not in the best humor with Grey for having arranged this ending to their excursion.
They might have got over a third of the distance between the Bayswater Road and the Serpentine25, when he was aware of a small thin voice addressing him.
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“Oh, please won’t you carry me a bit? I’m so tired,” said the voice. He turned in some trepidation26 to look for the speaker, and found her to be a sickly undergrown little girl, of ten or thereabouts, with large pleading gray eyes, very shabbily dressed, and a little lame27. He had remarked her several times in the course of the day, not for any beauty or grace about her, for the poor child had none, but for her transparent28 confidence and trustfulness. After dinner, as they had been all sitting on the grass under the shade of a great elm to hear Grey read a story, and Tom had been sitting a little apart from the rest with his back against the trunk, she had come up and sat quietly down by him, leaning on his knee. Then he had seen her go up and take the hand of the lady who had entertained them, and walk along by her, talking without the least shyness. Soon afterwards she had squeezed into the swing by the side of the beautifully-dressed little daughter of the same lady, who, after looking for a minute at her shabby little sister with large round eyes, had jumped out and run off to her mother, evidently in a state of childish bewilderment as to whether it was not wicked for a child to wear such dirty old clothes.
Tom had chuckled29 to himself as he saw Cinderella settling herself comfortably in the swing in the place of the ousted30 princess, and had taken a fancy to the child, speculating to himself as to how she could have been brought up, to be so utterly31 unconscious of differences of[271] rank and dress. “She seems really to treat her fellow-creatures as if she had been studying the Sartor Resartus,” he thought. “She has cut down through all clothes-philosophy without knowing it. I wonder, if she had a chance, whether she would go and sit down in the Queen’s lap?”
He did not at that time anticipate that she would put his own clothes-philosophy to so severe a test before the day was over. The child had been as merry and active as any of the rest during the earlier part of day; but now, as he looked down in answer to her reiterated32 plea, “Won’t you carry me a bit? I’m so tired!” he saw that she could scarcely drag one foot after another.
What was to be done? He was already keenly alive to the discomfort of walking across Hyde Park in a procession of ragged children, with such a figure of fun as Grey at their head, looking, in his long rusty33, straight-cut black coat, as if he had come fresh out of Noah’s ark. He didn’t care about it so much while they were on the turf in the out-of-the-way parts, and would meet nobody but guards, and nurse-maids, and trades-people, and mechanics out for an evening’s stroll. But the Drive and Rotten-row lay before them, and must be crossed. It was just the most crowded time of the day. He had almost made up his mind once or twice to stop Grey and the procession, and propose to sit down for half an hour or so and let the children play, by which time the world would be going home to dinner. But there was[272] no play left in the children; and he had resisted the temptation, meaning, when they came to the most crowded part, to look unconscious, as if it were by chance that he got into such company, and had in fact nothing to do with them. But now, if he listened to the child’s plea, and carried her, all hope of concealment34 was over. If he did not, he felt that there would be no greater flunkey in the Park that evening than Thomas Brown, the enlightened radical35 and philosopher, amongst the young gentlemen riders in Rotten-row, or the powdered footmen lounging behind the great glaring carriages in the drive.
So he looked down at the child once or twice in a state of puzzle. A third time she looked up with her great eyes, and said, “Oh, please carry me a bit!” and her piteous, tired face turned the scale. “If she were Lady Mary or Lady Blanche,” thought he, “I should pick her up at once, and be proud of the burden. Here goes!” And he took her up in his arms, and walked on, desperate and reckless.
Notwithstanding all his philosophy, he felt his ears tingling37 and his face getting red, as they approached the Drive. It was crowded. They were kept standing36 a minute or two at the crossing. He made a desperate effort to abstract himself wholly from the visible world, and retire into a state of serene38 contemplation. But it would not do, and he was painfully conscious of the stare of lack-lustre eyes of well-dressed men leaning[273] over the rails, and the amused look of delicate ladies, lounging in open carriages, and surveying him and Grey and their ragged rout39 through glasses.
At last they scrambled40 across, and he breathed freely for a minute, as they struggled along the comparatively quiet path leading to Albert Gate, and stopped to drink at the fountain. Then came Rotten-row, and another pause amongst the loungers, and a plunge41 into the Ride, where he was nearly run down by two men whom he had known at Oxford42. They shouted to him to get out of the way; and he felt the hot defiant43 blood rushing through his veins44 as he strode across without heeding45. They passed on, one of them having to pull his horse out of his stride to avoid him. Did they recognize him? He felt a strange mixture of utter indifference47, and longing48 to strangle them.
The worst was now over; besides, he was getting used to the situation, and his good sense was beginning to rally. So he marched through Albert Gate, carrying his ragged little charge, who prattled49 away to him without a pause, and surrounded by the rest of the children, scarcely caring who might see him.
They went safely through the omnibuses and carriages on the Kensington Road, and so into Belgravia. At last he was quite at his ease again, and began listening to what the child was saying to him, and was strolling carelessly along, when once more, at one of the crossings, he was startled by a shout from some riders.[274] There was straw laid down in the street, so that he had not heard them as they cantered round the corner, hurrying home to dress for dinner; and they were all but upon him, and had to rein51 up their horses sharply.
The party consisted of a lady and two gentlemen, one old, the other young; the latter dressed in the height of fashion, and with the supercilious52 air which Tom hated from his soul. The shout came from the young man, and drew Tom’s attention to him first. All the devil rushed up as he recognized St. Cloud. The lady’s horse swerved53 against his, and began to rear. He put his hand on its bridle54, as if he had a right to protect her. Another glance told Tom that the lady was Mary, and the old gentleman, fussing up on his stout55 cob on the other side of her, Mr. Porter.
They all knew him in another moment. He stared from one to the other, was conscious that she turned her horse’s head sharply, so as to disengage the bridle from St. Cloud’s hand, and of his insolent56 stare, and of the embarrassment57 of Mr. Porter; and then, setting his face straight before him, he passed on in a bewildered dream, never looking back till they were out of sight. The dream gave way to bitter and wild thoughts, upon which it will do none of us any good to dwell. He put down the little girl outside the school, turning abruptly58 from the mother, a poor widow in scant59, well-preserved black clothes, who was waiting for the child, and began thanking him for his care of her; refused Grey’s pressing invitation[275] to tea, and set his face eastward60. Bitterer and more wild and more scornful grew his thoughts as he strode along past the Abbey, and up Whitehall, and away down the Strand61, holding on over the crossings without paying the slightest heed46 to vehicle, or horse, or man. Incensed62 coachmen had to pull up with a jerk to avoid running over him, and more than one sturdy walker turned round in indignation at a collision which they felt had been intended, or at least which there had been no effort to avoid.
As he passed under the window of the Banqueting Hall, and by the place in Charing-cross where the pillory63 used to stand, he growled64 to himself what a pity it was that the times for cutting off heads and cropping ears had gone by. The whole of the dense65 population from either side of the Strand seemed to have crowded out into that thoroughfare to impede66 his march and aggravate67 him. The further eastward he got the thicker got the crowd; and the vans, the omnibuses, the cabs, seemed to multiply and get noisier. Not an altogether pleasant sight to a man in the most Christian68 frame of mind is the crowd that a fine summer evening fetches out into the roaring Strand, as the sun fetches out flies on the window of a village grocery. To him just then it was at once depressing and provoking, and he went shouldering his way towards Temple Bar as thoroughly out of tune69 as he had been for many a long day.
As he passed from the narrowest part of the Strand[276] into the space round St. Clement70 Danes’ church, he was startled, in a momentary71 lull72 of the uproar73, by the sound of chiming bells. He slackened his pace to listen; but a huge van lumbered by, shaking the houses on both sides, and drowning all sounds but its own rattle50; and then he found himself suddenly immersed in a crowd, vociferating and gesticulating round a policeman, who was conveying a woman towards the station-house. He shouldered through it—another lull came, and with it the same slow, gentle, calm cadence74 of chiming bells. Again and again he caught it as he passed on to Temple Bar; whenever the roar subsided75 the notes of the old hymn-tune came dropping down on him like balm from the air. If the ancient benefactor76 who caused the bells of St. Clement Danes’ church to be arranged to play that chime so many times a day is allowed to hover77 round the steeple at such times, to watch the effect of his benefaction on posterity78, he must have been well satisfied on that evening. Tom passed under the Bar, and turned into the Temple another man, softened79 again, and in his right mind.
“There’s always a voice saying the right thing to you somewhere, if you’ll only listen for it,” he thought.
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rudiments
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spike
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indifference
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longing
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