"How many packages have you, Winny?"
"Nineteen."
"Nineteen!"
"But they are not all large, Gerald. Some of them are small bundles, done up in kitchen towels and pillowcases."
Gerald bit his lip to avoid an ugly word: to anybody but his wife on this her first arrival in London, he would have flung it out.
"Have you brought no nursemaid, Winny?"
"Good gracious, no! How could I tell I might afford to bring one, Gerald? You know I had but one maid for everything, down there."
Hurrying them into a cab, Gerald went in search of the luggage, suppressing a groan10, and glancing over his shoulder on all sides. Bundles done up in kitchen towels and pillowcases! If Gerald Yorke had never before offered up a prayer, he did then: that no ill-chance might have brought any of his fashionable friends to the station that unlucky afternoon.
"Drive through the obscurest streets," he said in the cabman's ear on his return, as he mentioned Hamish Channing's address. "Never mind taking a round; I'll pay you." And the man put his whip to the bridge of his nose, and gave a confidential12 nod in answer: for which Gerald could have knocked him down.
"And now, Winny, tell me how you came to do this mad thing," he said sternly, when he was seated with them.
For answer, Mrs. Yorke broke into a burst of sobs14. It was coming, she thought. But Gerald had no mind for a scene there; and so held his tongue to a better opportunity. But the tears continued, and Gerald angrily ordered her not to be a child.
"You've never kissed one of us," sobbed15 Winny. "You've not as much as kissed baby."
"Would you have had me kiss you on the platform?" he angrily demanded. "Make a family embracing of it, for the benefit of the public! I'll kiss you when we get in. You are more ridiculous than ever, Winny."
The three little things, sitting opposite, were still as mice, looking shyly at him with their timid blue eyes. Gerald took one upon his knee for a moment and pressed its face to his own, fondly enough. Fortune was very unkind to him he thought, in not giving him a fine house for these children, and a thousand or two per annum to keep them on.
"Are we going to your chambers16, Gerald?"
"That is another foolish question, Winny! My chambers are hardly large enough for me. I have taken lodgings17 for you this morning; the best I could at a minute's notice. London is full of drawbacks and inconveniences: if you have to put up with some, you must remember that you have brought them on yourself."
"Will there be any dinner for us?" asked Winny timidly. "The poor little girls are very hungry."
"You are going to Mrs. Hamish Channing's until tonight. I daresay she'll have dinner ready for you. Afterwards you can call at the rooms, and settle with the landlady18 what you will want got in."
The change in Mrs. Yorke's face was like magic; a glad brightness overspread it. Once when she was ill in lodgings at Helstonleigh, before her husband removed her into Gloucestershire, her eldest child being then an infant, Hamish Channing's wife had been wonderfully kind to her. To hear that she was going to her seemed like a haven19 of refuge in this wilderness20 of a London, which she had never until now visited.
"Oh, thank you, Gerald. I am so glad."
"I suppose you have brought some money with you," said Gerald.
"I think I have about sixteen shillings," she answered, beginning to turn out her purse.
"Where's the rest?
"What rest?"
"The money for the furniture. You wrote me word you had sold it."
"But there were the debts, Gerald. I sold the furniture to pay them. How else could I have left?--they'd not have let me come away. It was not enough to pay all; there's six or seven pounds unpaid21 still."
An exceedingly blank look settled on Gerald's face. The one ray of comfort looming22 out of this checkmating step of his wife's, reconciling him to it in a small degree, had been the thought of the money she would receive for the furniture. But what he might have said was stopped by a shriek23 from Winny, who became suddenly aware that the cab, save for themselves, was empty.
"The luggage, Gerald, the luggage! O Gerald, the luggage!"
"Hold your tongue, Winny," said Gerald angrily, pulling her back as she was about either to spring out or to stop the driver. "The luggage is all right. It will be sent to the lodgings."
"But we want some of the things at once," said Winny piteously. "What shall we do without them?"
"The best you can," coolly answered Gerald. "Did you suppose you were going to fill Hamish Channing's hall with boxes and bundles?"
Mrs. Channing stood ready to receive them with her face of welcome, and the first thing Winny did was to burst into tears and sob13 out the grievance25 about the luggage in her arms. If Gerald Yorke had married a pretty wife, he had also married a silly and incapable26 one: and Gerald had known it for some years now. Just waiting to hand them over to Mrs. Channing's care, and to give the written address of the lodgings, Gerald left. He was engaged that afternoon to dine with a party at Richmond, and would not see his wife again before the morrow.
"Don't--you--mean--to live with us?" she ventured to ask, on hearing him say this, her face growing white with dismay.
"Of course I shall live with you," sharply answered Gerald. "But I have my chambers, and when engagements keep me out, shall sleep at them."
And Gerald, lightly vaulting27 into a passing hansom, was cantered off. Winny turned to her good friend Ellen Channing for consolation28, who gave her the best that the circumstances admitted of.
Hamish, beyond his bright welcome, saw very little of Winny that evening; he was shut up with her husband's manuscript. He took her home at night. The lodgings engaged by Gerald consisted of a sitting-room29 and two bedchambers, the people of the house to cook and give attendance. Hamish paid the cab and accompanied her indoors. The first thing Mrs. Gerald Yorke did, was to sit down on the lowest chair, and begin to cry. Her little girls, worn out with the day's excitement and the happy play in Nelly Channing's nursery, were fit to drop with fatigue30, and put themselves quietly on the carpet.
"Oh, Mr. Channing! do you think he is not going to forgive me! It is so cruel of him to send us into this strange place all alone."
"He had an engagement, you know," answered Hamish, his tone taking, perhaps unconsciously, the same kind of soothing31 persuasion32 that he would have used to a child. "London engagements are sometimes not to be put off."
"I wish I was back in Gloucestershire!" she bewailed.
"It will be all right, Mrs. Yorke," he returned gaily33. "One always feels unhappy in a fresh place. The night Ellen first slept in London she cried to be back at Helstonleigh."
A servant, who looked untidy enough to have a world full of work upon her back, showed Hamish out. In answer to a question, she said that she was the only one kept, and would have to wait on the new lodgers34. Hamish slipped some money into the girl's hand and bade her do all she could for the lady and the little children.
And so, leaving Gerald's wife in her new home, he went back to his work.
He, Hamish Channing, with his good looks and his courtly presence, was treading the streets gaily on the following morning. Many a man, pressing on to business, spared a moment to turn and glance at him, wondering who the fine, handsome fellow was, with the bright and good face. It was a face that would be bright always, bright in dying; but it had more than two shades of care on it today. For if any one living man hated, more than another, to inflict35 pain and disappointment, it was Hamish Channing. He was carrying back Gerald's manuscript, and had no good report to give of it.
However clever Gerald might be at dashing off slashing36 articles in the review line, he would never be able to succeed in fiction. This first attempt proved it indisputably to Hamish Channing. The story was unconnected, the plot scarcely distinguishable, and there were very grave faults besides, offending against morality and good taste. Not one reader in fifty, and that must be some school-girl, inveterate37 after novels, could get through the first volume. Certainly, in plunging38 into a long work of fiction, Gerald Yorke had mistaken his vocation39. How entirely40 different this crude and worthless book was from the high-class work Hamish was writing, his cheeks glowed to contemplate41. Not in triumph over Gerald; never a tarnish42 of such a feeling could lie in his generous heart; but at the consciousness of his own capability43, the gift given him by God, and what the work would be to the public. But that he deemed it lay in his duty, in all kindliness44, not to deceive Gerald, he would not have told him the truth; no, in spite of the promise exacted of him to give a just, unvarnished report.
Gerald sat at breakfast, in a flowery dressing-gown, in the rooms he was pleased to call his chambers, his breakfast and its appointments perfect. Silver glittered on the table, its linen45 was of the fairest damask, the chocolate and cream sent its aroma46 aloft. Gerald's taste was luxurious47: he could not have lived upon a sovereign a-week as Roland was doing: perhaps Roland had never learnt to do it but for that renowned48 voyage of his.
"Halloa, Hamish, old fellow! What brings you here so early?"
"Oh, one or two matters," answered Hamish, keeping the manuscript out of sight at first, for he really shrank from having to report of it. "I was not sure you would be up."
"I had to be up early this morning. Tell your news out, Hamish; I suppose the gist49 of it is that Winny is in a state of rebellion. Stay! I'll send the things away. One has no appetite after a Star-and-Garter dinner and pipes to wind up with till three in the morning. You have breakfasted?"
"An hour ago."
"It is an awfully50 provoking step for Winny to have taken," said Gerald, as his servant disappeared with the breakfast tray. "She has no doubt been grumbling51 to you and Mrs. Channing about her 'wrongs,'--it's what she called it yesterday--but I know mine are worse. Fancy her taking such a mad start! What on earth I am to do with them in town, I can't guess. You've not got her outside, I suppose? You know, Hamish, I couldn't help myself; I had to leave her."
"Qui s'excuse s'accuse," returned Hamish, with one of his sunny smiles chancing on the very common French proverb that Mr. Bede Greatorex had applied52 but recently to Gerald's brother.
"Oh bother," said Gerald. "Did Winny strike last night, and refuse to go into lodgings?"
"She went all right enough but she didn't like your leaving her to go in alone. My wife seized hold of the occasion to read me a lecture, saying she should not like it at all; I'm not sure but she said 'not put up with it.'"
"Your wife is a different woman from mine," growled53 Gerald; for Hamish's gay, half mocking tone covering a kinder and deeper feeling, jarred somewhat on his perplexed54 mind. "You knew what Winny is before today. I shall go down and see her by-and-by."
"Shall you keep these chambers on?"
"Keep these chambers on!" echoed Gerald, "why, of course I must keep them on. And live at them too, in a general way. Though how I shall afford the cost of the two places, the devil only knows."
"You have been affording it hitherto. Winny has had a separate home."
"What keeps a cottage down yonder, won't pay lodgings in London. You must know that, Hamish."
Hamish did not immediately speak: if he could not agree, he would not disagree. He did not see why Gerald should not take either a small house, or apartments sufficiently55 commodious56, in a neighbourhood good enough for his fashionable friends not to be ashamed to resort to. Hamish and Gerald understood things in so different a light: Gerald estimated people (and fashion) by their drawl, and dress, and assumption of fast life: Hamish knew that all good men, no matter though they were of the very highest rank, were proud to respect worth and intellect and sincere nature in a poor little home, as in a palace perched aloft on Hyde Park gates. Ah me! I think one must be coming near to quit this world and its frivolity57, ere the curtain of dazzling gauze that falls before our eyes is lifted.
"Are you getting on with my manuscript, Hamish?"
"I have brought it," said Hamish, taking it from his pocket. "I put away my own work----"
"Oh, thank you old fellow," was the quick interruption.
"Now don't thank me for nothing, Gerald. I was about to say that one can judge so much better of a book in reading it without breaks given to other work, that I stretched a point; for my own pleasure, you know."
Gerald drew the parcel towards him, and opened it tenderly, undoing58 the string as if it fastened some rare treasure. Hamish saw the feeling, the glad expectation and his fine blue eyes took a tinge59 of sadness. Gerald looked up.
"I think I'll tell you how it is, Hamish. Upon this manuscript----"
What was it that happened? Gerald broke off abruptly60 and looked at the door; his mouth slightly opened, his ear was cocked in the attitude of one, listening anxiously. Hamish, unused to the sounds of the place, heard nothing whatever.
"Say I'm out, Hamish, old fellow; say I'm out," whispered Gerald, disappearing noiselessly within an invisible closet; invisible from being papered like the walls and opening with a knob no bigger than a nut. Hamish sat in a trance of inward astonishment61, easy as ever outwardly, a half smile upon his face.
He opened the door in answer to a knock. A respectable-looking man at once stepped inside, asking to see Mr. Yorke.
Hamish with a gesture of his hand pointed62 to the empty room, indicating that Mr. Yorke was not there to be seen. The applicant63 looked round it curiously64; and at that moment Gerald's servant came up with a rush, and glanced round as keenly as the applicant.
"My master's gone out for the day, Mr. Brookes."
"How many more times am I to have that answer given me?" demanded Mr. Brookes. "It's hardly likely he'd be gone out so soon as this."
"Likely or not, he's gone," said the servant, speaking with easy indifference65.
"Well, look here; there's the account, delivered once more and for the last time," said Mr. Brookes, handing in a paper. "If it's not paid within four-and-twenty hours, I shall summons him to the county-court."
"And he means it," emphatically whispered the servant in Hamish's hearing, as Mr. Brookes's descending66 footsteps echoed on the stairs.
Hamish pulled back the closet-door by the knob to release Gerald. He came forth67 like a whirlwind--if a furious passion may be called one. Hamish had not heard so much abuse lavished68 on one person for many a day as Gerald gave his servant. The man had been momentarily off his usual vigilant69 guard, and so allowed Gerald's sanctum (and all but his person) to be invaded by an enemy.
"I owe the fellow a trifle for boots," said Gerald, when he had driven his servant from the room. "He is an awful dun, and will not be put off much longer. Seven pounds ten shillings,"--dashing open the bill. "And for that paltry70 sum he'll county-court me!"
"Pay him," said Hamish.
"Pay him! I should like to pay him," returned Gerald, gloomily. "I'd pay him today, and have done with him, if I could, and think it the best money ever laid out. I'm awfully hard up, Hamish, and that's a fact."
Hamish began mentally to deliberate whether he was able to help him. Gerald stood on the hearthrug, very savage71 with the world in general.
"I'd move heaven and earth to avoid the county-court," he said. "It would be sure to get about. Everything is contrary and cross-grained just now: Carrick's not to the fore11; Vincent Yorke says he has neither cross nor coin to bless himself with, let alone me. I never got but one loan from the fellow in my life, and be hanged to him!"
"Your expenses are so heavy, Gerald."
"Who the devil is to make them lighter72?" fiercely demanded Gerald. "One can't live as a hermit73. I beg your pardon, old fellow; I'm cross, I know, but I have so much to worry me. Things come upon one all at once. Because I had not enough ways for my ready money just now, Winny must come up and want a heap."
"What is pressing you particularly?"
"That," said Gerald, flicking74 his hand in the direction of the boot bill. "There's nothing else very much at the present moment." But the "present moment" with Gerald meant the present actual hour that was passing.
"About my manuscript," he resumed, his tone brightening a little as he sat down to the table to face Hamish.
Still, for an instant or two, Hamish hesitated. He drew the sheets towards him and turned them over, as if in deliberation what to say.
"You charged me to tell you the truth, Gerald."
"Of course I did," loudly answered Gerald. "The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"Well, Gerald, I should not but for your earnest wish, and that it is I suppose the more real kindness to do so, as it may prevent you from wasting time upon another. I am afraid it won't do, old friend."
"What won't do?" asked Gerald, with wide-open eyes that showed the wonder in them.
Delicately, gently, considerately, as he could have imparted ill news to the dearest friend he had on earth, Hamish Channing told him the story would not do, would not, at least, be a success, and pointed out why he thought so. The book was full of mistakes and faults; these for the most part he passed lightly over: speaking rather of the defects of the work as a whole.
"Go on; let's have it all," said Gerald, when there was a pause: and Hamish saw nothing of the suppressed passion, or of the irony75 that lay at the bottom of the following words. "You think I cannot succeed in fiction?"
"Not in a long work----"
"Why the work's a short one," interrupted Gerald.
"Very short indeed. Some writers of fiction (and as a rule they are the best, Gerald) put as much in a volume and a half as you have written for the three volumes. I don't think you could write a successful work of fiction in even one volume, Gerald--as I count success. It must have a plot; it must have consecutiveness76 in the working out; it must have--"
"It must have, in short, just the qualities that my work lacks," interposed Gerald with a laugh: and Hamish felt relieved that he was receiving things so easily.
"If I thought that any hints or help of mine would enable you to accomplish a work likely to be successful, I would heartily77 put myself at your service, Gerald. But I don't. I am sure you have mistaken your vocation in attempting a work of fiction."
"Thank you," said Gerald. "Your work has not been tried yet. That's sure to prove a success, I suppose?"
The bright glow of anticipation78 lighted Hamish Manning's sensitive face. It would have betrayed the all-powerful hope lying within him, apart from the involuntary smile, checked on his lips.
"I could hardly bring myself to make the report, Gerald. And should not, I think, but that I care for your interests as for those of my own brothers. You know I do, and therefore will not mistake me. I debated whether I should not get up some excuse for giving no opinion, except that you had better submit it to a publisher. Of course you can do that still."
"Let me understand you," said Gerald. "You wish to inform me that no publisher would be likely to take it." Hamish paused slightly. "I do not say that. Publishers take all kinds of works. The chief embarrassment79 on my mind is this, Gerald: that, if published, it could not bring you much honour or credit; or--I think--returns."
They shook hands; and Hamish, who would be late at his office, departed, leaving Gerald alone. He went along with a light, glad step, wondering whether he could afford to help Gerald out of the money difficulty of the day. Sixteen guineas were due to him for literary work; if he got it paid, he would enclose the receipt for the boot-bill to Gerald, saying nothing.
Leaving Gerald alone. Alone with his bitter anger; with an evil look on his face, and revenge at his heart.
There was only one thing could have exceeded Gerald Yorke's astonishment at the veto pronounced, and that was the utter incredulity with which he received it. He had looked upon his book as a rara avis, a black swan: just as we all look on our productions, whether they may be bad or good. The bad ones perhaps are thought most of: they are more trusted to bring back substantial reward. Of course, therefore, Gerald Yorke could but regard the judgment80 as a deliberately81 false one, spoken in jealous envy; tendered to keep him back from fame. He made the great mistake that many another has made before him, when receiving honest advice in a similar case, and many will make again. And the book gained in his opinion rather than lost.
"Curse him for his insolence82! curse him for a false, self-sufficient puppy!" foamed83 Gerald, rapping out unorthodox words in his passion. "Ware24 to yourself, Mr. Hamish Channing! you shall find, sooner or later, what it is to make an enemy of me."
But Gerald received some balm ere the day was over, for Mr. Brookes's receipted bill came to him by post in a blank envelope. And he wondered who on earth had been civil enough to pay the money.
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