So great a man as Sir Richard Yorke must of course be honoured with a great funeral. He had died on a Thursday; the interment was fixed1 for the next Friday week: which, taking the heat of the weather and sundry2 other trifles into consideration, was a little longer than it need have been. Sir Vincent, his new dignity as head of the Yorke family lying upon him with a due and weighty self-importance, was determined3 (like Jonas Chuzzlewit of wide memory) that the public should see he did not grudge4 to his late father any honour in the shape of plumes5 and mutes and coaches and show, that it was in his power to accord to him. There were three costly6 coffins7, one of them of lead, and at the very least three and sixty sets of towering feathers. So that Portland Place was as a gala that day, and windows and pavements were alike filled with sight-gazers.
The Rev8. William Yorke, Minor9 Canon of Helstonleigh Cathedral, Chaplain of Hazledon, and Rector of Coombe Lee, was bidden to it. He was not very nearly related to the deceased (his father and Sir Richard had been second cousins), but he was undoubtedly10 a rising man in the Church, and Sir Vincent thought fit to remember the connection. The clergyman stood in the relationship of brother-in-law to Hamish Channing; and it was at Hamish's house he stayed during the brief stay--two days--of his sojourn11 in town.
Another, honoured with an invitation, was Gerald Yorke. Roland was not of a particularly exacting12 disposition13, but he did think he, the eldest14, ought not to have been passed over for his younger brother. Oughts don't go for much, however, in some things, as Roland knew. Gerald belonged to the great world: he had, fashionable chambers15, fashionable friends, fashionable attire16, and a fashionable drawl; his private embarrassments17 were nothing to Sir Vincent; in fact they might be said to be fashionable too: and so Gerald, the consequential18, was bidden to a seat in a mourning-coach, with feathers nodding on the four horses' heads.
Roland was ignored. Not more entirely19 so than if Sir Vincent had never heard there was such a man in the world. A lawyer's clerk, enjoying a pound a week and a turn-up bedstead, who took copying home to do at twopence a page, and avowed20 he had just been nearly on the point of turning hot-pie vendor21, was clearly not an individual fit to be suffered in contact with a deceased baronet, even though it were only to follow him to the tomb of his forefathers22. But, though Roland was not there, his master was Mr. Greatorex. And Mr. Greatorex, as solicitor24 and confidential25 man of business to the late Sir Richard, occupied no unimportant post in the procession.
It was late in the afternoon; and the mortal remains26, bereft27 of all their attendant pomp and plumes and scutcheons had been left in their resting-place, when a mourning coach drew up to Mr. Channing's, out of which stepped William and Gerald Yorke. Roland, happening to be there, watched the descent from the drawing-room window side by side with Nelly Channing, and it may be questioned which of the two looked on with the more unsophisticated interest. Mr. Greatorex had not been quite so unmindful of Roland's claims to be considered as Sir Vincent was, and had told him he might take holiday on the day of his uncle's funeral, by remaining away from the office.
Roland obeyed one portion of it literally--the taking holiday. It never occurred to Roland that he might turn the day to profit, by putting his shoulder to the wheel, and his fingers to copying; holiday was holiday, and he took it as such. Rigged out in a handsome new suit of black (made in haste by Lord Carrick's tailor), black gloves, and a band of cloth on his hat, Roland spent the forepart of the day in sightseeing. As many showplaces as could be gone into for nothing, or next to nothing, he went to; beginning with Madame Tussaud's waxwork28, for which somebody gave him admission, and ending with a live giantess down in Whitechapel. Late in the afternoon, and a little tired, he arrived at Hamish Channing's, and was rewarded by seeing Annabel. Mrs. Bede Greatorex (gracious that day) had given Miss Channing permission to spend the evening there to meet her sister's husband, the Rev. William Yorke. Hamish, just in from his office, sat with them. Nelly Channing, her nose flattened30 against the windowpane, shared with Roland the delight of the descent from the coach. Its four black horses and their lofty plumes, struck on the child's mind with a sensation of awe31 that nearly overpowered the admiration32. She wore a white frock with black sash, and had her sleeves tied up with black ribbons. Mrs. Channing, herself in black silk, possessed33 a large sense of the fitness of things, and deemed it well to put the child in these ribbons today, when two of the mourners would be returning there from the funeral.
They came upstairs, William and Gerald Yorke, and entered the drawing-room, the silk scarves on their shoulders, and the flowing hat-bands of crape sweeping34 the ground. Nelly backed into a corner, and stood there staring at the attire. It was the first time the clergyman and Roland had met for many years. As may have been gathered during back pages, Roland did not hold his cousin in any particular admiration, but he knew good manners (as he would himself have phrased it) better than to show aught but civility now. In fact, Roland's resentment35 was very much like that of a great many more of us--more talk than fight. They shook hands, Roland helped him to take off the scarf, and for a few moments they were absorbed in past interests. Whatever Roland's old prejudices might have been he could not deny that the Rev. William Yorke was good-looking as of yore; a tall, slender, handsome man of four-and-thirty now, bearing about him the stamp of a successful one; his fresh countenance36 was genial37 and kind, although a touch of the noted38 Yorke pride sat on it.
That pride, or perhaps a consciousness of his own superiority, for William Yorke was a good man and thought well of himself for it, prevented his being so frankly39 cordial with Roland as he might have been. Roland's many faults in the old days (as the clergyman had deemed them), and the one great fault which had brought humiliation40 to him in two ways, were very present to his mind tonight. Slighting remarks made by Gerald on his brother during the day, caused Mr. Yorke to regard Roland as no better than a mauvais sujet, down in the world, and not likely to get up in it. Gerald, on the contrary, he looked upon as a successful and rising man. Mr. Yorke saw only the surface of things, and could but judge accordingly.
"How is Constance?" enquired41 Roland. "I sent her word not to marry you, you know."
"Constance is well and happy, and charged me to bring you a double share of love and good remembrances," answered the clergyman, slightly laughing.
"Dear old Constance! I say," and Roland dropped his voice to a mysterious whisper, "is not Annabel like her? One might think it the same face."
Mr. Yorke turned and glanced at Annabel--she was talking apart with Gerald. "Yes, there is a good deal of resemblance," he carelessly said, rather preoccupied42 with marvelling43 how the young man by his side came to be so well dressed.
Roland, his resentments44 shallow as the wind, and as fleet in passing, would have shaken hands with Gerald as a matter of course. Gerald managed to evade45 the honour without any apparent rudeness; he had the room to greet and his silk scarf to unwind, and it really seemed to Roland that it was quite natural he should be overlooked.
"A magnificent funeral," spoke46 Gerald, glancing askance at Roland's fine suit of mourning, every whit29 as handsome as his own. "Seven mourning coaches-and-four, and no end of private carriages."
"But I can't say much for their manners, they did not invite me," put in Roland. "I'm older than you, Gerald."
"Aw--ah--by a year or two," croaked47 Gerald in his worst tone, as to affectation and drawl. "One has, I take it, to--aw--consider the position of a--aw--party on these--aw--occasions, not how old they may be."
"Oh, of course," said Roland, some slight mockery in his good-natured voice. "You are a man of fashion, going in for white-bait and iced champagne48, and I'm only an unsuccessful fellow returned like a bad shilling, from Port Natal49, and got to work hard for my bread and cheese and beer."
As the hour of William Yorke's return from the funeral was uncertain, but expected to be a late one, it had been decided50 that the meal prepared should be a tea-dinner--tea and cold meats with it. Gerald was asked to remain for it. A few minutes, and they were seated in the dining-room at a well-spread board, Mrs. Channing presiding; Hamish, with his bright face, his genial hospitality, and his courtly manners, facing her. Roland and Annabel were on one side, the clergyman and Gerald on the other. Miss Nelly, on a high chair, wedged herself in between her mamma and Roland.
"Treason!" cried Hamish. "Who said little girls were to be at table?"
"Mamma did," answered quick Nelly. "Mamma said I should have a great piece of fowl51 and some tongue."
"Provided you were silent, and not troublesome," put in Mrs. Channing.
"I'll keep her quiet," said Roland. "Nelly shall whisper only to me."
Miss Nelly's answer was to lay her pretty face close to Roland's. He left some kisses on it.
Gerald sat next to Hamish and opposite to Annabel. Remembering the state of that gentleman's feelings towards Mr. Channing, it may be wondered that he condescended52 to accept his hospitality. Two reasons induced him to it. Any quarters were more acceptable than his own just now, and he had no invitation for the evening, even had it been decent to show himself in the great world an hour after leaving his uncle in the grave. The other reason was, that he was just now working some ill to Hamish, and, wished to appear extra friendly to avert53 suspicion.
"I hope you have not dined, Roland," remarked Hamish, supplying him with a large plate of pigeon-pie.
"Well, I have, and I've not," replied Roland, beginning upon the tempting54 viand. "I bought three sausage-rolls at one o'clock, down east way: it would have been my dinner but for this."
Gerald flicked55 his delicate cambric handkerchief out of his pocket and held it for a moment to his nose, as if he were warding56 off some bad odour that brought disgust to him. Sausage-rolls! Whether they, or the unblushing candour of the avowal57 were the worst, he hardly knew.
"Sausage-rolls must be delicacies58!" he observed with a covert59 sneer60. And Roland looked across.
"They are not as good as pigeon-pie. But they cost only twopence apiece: and I had but sixpence with me. I have to regulate my appetite according to my means," he added with a pleasant laugh and his mouth full of crust and gravy62.
"Roland--as you have, in a manner touched upon the subject--I should like to ask what you think of doing," interposed William Yorke, in a condescending63 but kindly64 tone. "You seem to have no prospects66 whatever."
"Oh I shall get along," cheerfully answered Roland with a side glance at Miss Channing. "Perhaps you'll see me in housekeeping in a year's time from this."
"In housekeeping!"
"Yes: with a house of my own--and, something else. I'm not afraid. I have begun to put my shoulder to the wheel in earnest. If I don't get on, it shall not be from lack of working for it."
"How have you begun to put your shoulder to the wheel?"
"Well--I take home copying to do in my spare time after office hours. I have been doing it in earnest over three weeks now."
"And how much do you earn at it weekly?" continued William Yorke.
A slight depression from its bright exultation67 passed over Roland's ingenuous68 face. Hamish saw it, and laughed. Hamish was quite a confidant, for Roland carried to him all his hopes and their tiresome69 drawbacks.
"I can tell you: I added it up," said Roland. "Taking the three weeks on the average, it has been two-and-twopence a week."
"Two-and-twopence a week!" echoed William Yorke, who had expected him (after the laudatory70 introduction) to say at least two pounds two. Roland detected the surprise and disappointment.
"Oh, well, you know, William Yorke, a fellow cannot expect to make pounds just at first. What with mistakes, when the writing has to be begun all over again, and the paying for spoilt paper, which Brown insists upon, two-and-twopence is not so much amiss. One has to make a beginning at everything."
"Are you a good hand at accounts?" enquired Mr. Yorke, possibly in the vague notion that Roland's talents might be turned to something more profitable than the copying of folios.
"I ought to be," said Roland. "If the counting up, over and over and over again, of those frying-pans I carried to Port Natal, could have made a man an accountant, it must have made one of me. I used to be at it morning and evening. You see, I thought they were going to sell for about eight-and-twenty shillings apiece, out there: no wonder I often reckoned them up."
"And they did not!"
"Law, bless you! In the first place nobody wanted frying-pans, and I had to get a Natal store-keeper to house them in his place for me--I couldn't leave them on the quay71. But the time came that I was obliged to sell them: they were eating their handles off."
"With rust61, I suppose."
"Good gracious, no! with rent, not rust. The fellow (they are regular thieves, over there) charged me an awful rent: so I told him to put them into an auction72. Instead of the eight-and-twenty shillings each that I had expected to get, he paid me about eight-and-twenty pence for the lot, case and all. But if you ask whether I am a ready reckoner, William Yorke, I'm sure I must be that."
The Rev. William Yorke privately73 thought there might be a doubt upon the point. He fancied Roland's present prospects could not be first-rate.
"The copying is nothing but a temporary preliminary," observed Roland. "I am waiting to get a place under Government. Vincent Yorke I expect can put me up for one, now he has come into power; and I don't think he'll want the will, though he did pass me over today."
If ever face expressed condemnatory74 contempt, Gerald's did, as he turned it fall on his brother. For, this very hope was being cherished by himself. It was he who intended to profit by the interest of Sir Vincent, to be exerted on his behalf. And to have a rival in the same field, although one of so little account as Roland, was not agreeable.
"The best thing you can do, is to go off again to Port Natal," he said roughly. "You'll never get along here."
"But I intend to get along, Gerald. Once let me have a fair start--and I have never had it yet--there's not many shall distance me."
"What do you call a fair start?" asked Mrs. Channing, who always enjoyed Roland's sanguine75 dreams.
"A place where I can bring my abilities into use, and be remunerated accordingly. I don't ask better than to work, and be paid for it. Only let me earn a couple of hundreds a year to begin with, Mrs. Channing, and you'd never hear me ask Vincent Yorke or anybody else for help again."
"You had not used to like the prospect65 of work, Roland," spoke William Yorke.
"But then I had not had my pride and laziness knocked out of me at Port Natal."
William Yorke lifted his eyes. "Did that happen to you?"
"It did," emphatically answered Roland. "Oh, I shall get into something good by-and-by, where my talents can find play. Of all things, I should best like a farm."
"A farm!"
"A nice little farm. And if I had a few hundred pounds, I'd take one tomorrow. Do you know anything of butter-making, Annabel?" he stopped to ask, dropping his voice.
Annabel bent76 her blushing face over her plate, and pretended not to hear. Roland thought she was offended.
"I didn't mean make it, you know," he whispered; "I'd not like to see you do such a thing"--bringing his face back again to the general company. "But it's of little good thinking of a farm, you see, William Yorke, when there's no money to the fore23."
"You don't know anything of farming," said Mr. Yorke, inwardly wondering whether this appeal to Annabel had meant anything, or was only one of Roland's thoughtless interludes of speech.
"Don't I?" said Roland; "I was on one for ever so long at Port Natal, and had to drive pigs. It is astonishing the sight of experience a fellow picks up over there, and the little he learns to live upon."
"Because he has to do it, I suppose."
"That's the secret. I am earning a pound a week now, regular pay, and make it do for all my wants. You'd not think it, would you, William Yorke?"
"Certainly not, to look at you," said William Yorke, with a smile. "Are clothes included?"
"Oh, Carrick goes bail77 for all that. I'm afraid he'll find the bills running up; but a fellow, if he's a gentleman, must look decent. I'm as careful as I can be, and sit in my shirtsleeves at home when it's hot."
"Lady Augusta has visions of your walking about London streets in a coat out at elbows. I think it troubles her."
Roland paused, stared, and then started up in impulsive78 contrition79, nearly pulling off the table-cloth.
"What a thoughtless booby I was, never to let her know! The minute you get down home, you go to her, William Yorke. Tell her how it is--that I have the run of Carrick's people for clothes, boots, hats, and all the rest of it. This suit came home at eight this morning, with an apology for not sending it last night--the fellow thought I might be going to the funeral--and a sensible thought too! Look at it!" stretching out his arms, and turning himself about, that Mr. Yorke might get a comprehensive view of the superfine frock-coat and silken linings80. "I'm never worse dressed than this: only that my things are not on new every day. You tell the mother this, William Yorke."
He had not done it in vanity; of that Roland possessed as little as any one; but in eager, earnest desire to reassure81 his mother, and atone82 to her for his ungrateful forgetfulness. Stooping for his table napkin, he at down again.
"Yes, I am well-dressed, though I do have to work. And for recreation, there's this house to come to; and dear old Hamish and Mrs. Channing receive me with gladness and make much of me, just as though I had always been good, and Nelly jumps into my arms."
"When do you mean to come to Helstonleigh?"
"Never," answered Roland, with prompt decision. "As I can't go back as I wanted to--rich--I shall not go at all. What I wish to ask is, when Arthur Channing is coming up here?"
"Arthur Channing! I cannot tell."
"It is a shame of people to get a fellow's hopes up, and then damp them. Arthur wrote me word--oh, a month ago--that he was coming to London on business for old Galloway. Close nearly upon that, comes a second letter, saying Galloway was not sure that he should require to send him. I should like to serve him out."
William Yorke smiled. "Serve out Arthur?"
"Arthur! I'd like to draw Arthur round the old city in a car of triumph, as we used to chair our city members. I mean that wretch83 of a Galloway. He ought to be taken up for an impostor. Why did he go and tell Arthur he should send him to London, if he didn't mean to?"
Gerald Yorke let his fork fall in a semi-passion, and nearly chipped the beautiful plate of Worcester china: was all the conversation to be monopolised by Roland and his miserable84 interests? It was high time to interfere85. Picking up the fork with an air, he cleared his throat.
"Sir Vincent comes into about four thousand a-year, entailed86 property. We went in to hear the will read by old Greatorex. It's not much, is it?"
"Not to one reared to the notions Vincent Yorke has been," said Hamish. "But he has more than that, I presume?"
"Some odds87 and ends, I believe: I asked Greatorex. And there's the little homestead down in Surrey. Sir Richard's liabilities die with him. Perhaps he had wiped them off beforehand?"
"I'm sure he had," said Roland, with good-natured warmth. "Oh, we hear a good deal in our office. As to four thousand a-year being little for one man, you should have been at Port Natal, Gerald, and you'd estimate it differently."
"To a man about town, like myself, it seems a starvation pittance88, considering what Sir Vincent will have to do out of it," returned Gerald loftily, speaking to any at table, rather than to his brother.
"That's just it," said Roland. "If I were a man about town, and had not been out to Port Natal and learnt the value of money, it might seem so to me. Dick won't find it enough, I daresay. I should think a rent of four hundred a-year riches!"
Gerald curled his lip. "No doubt; and some pigs to drive."
"I'd like a pig, Roland," cried Nelly Channing, turning to him, and unconsciously creating a diversion. "A pretty little pig, with blue ribbons."
"As pretty as you," said Roland, squeezing her. "You mean a guinea-pig, little stupid. As to driving pigs, Gerald--it's not a very good employment of course; but you see I had to do what I was put to--or starve."
"I'd rather starve than do it," retorted Gerald. "And so would any one with the instincts of a gentleman."
"You only go out there and try what starving is; you'd t good-humour ell a different tale," said Roland, maintaining his good-humour. "Starving there means starving."
Some one of those turns in conversation, which occur so naturally, brought round the subject to Mr. Ollivera. Roland, imparting sundry revelations of his home-life at Mrs. Jones's--or, as he called her still, Mrs. Jenkins--mentioned the clergyman's name.
"Don't you mean to call and see him?" he asked of William Yorke. "You'd better."
But Mr. Yorke declined. "My time in London is so very short," he said; "I go home tomorrow. Besides, I have really no acquaintance with Mr. Ollivera. We never met but on one occasion."
"When you lent him your surplice," spoke Roland. And William Yorke looked up in surprise.
"What do you know about it?"
"Oh, I know a great deal," returned Roland. "I say--why did you not attend that night yourself? You promised."
"I did not promise. All I said was that I would consider of it. Upon reflection, I thought it better not to go. The circumstances were very peculiar89; and the Dean, had he come to know of it, might have taken me to task."
"Not he," said independent Roland. "The Dean's made of sterling90 gold."
"What sort of a chanter does Tom make?" enquired Hamish.
"Very fair; very fair, indeed," replied William Yorke, some patronage91 in his tone, meant for the absent young minor canon. Consciously vain of his own excellence92 in chanting, Mr. Yorke could but accord comparative praise to Tom Channing's. The vanity was not without cause; Mr. Yorke's sweet and sonorous93 voice was wont94 to fill the aisles95 of the old cathedral with its melody.
Just as the tea was over, one of the servants came in with a folded weekly review hot from the press on her silver waiter, and presented it to her master. Hamish opened it with a slight apology, and was glancing at its pages, when he folded it again with a sudden movement and quietly put it in his pocket. His sight, in the moment's happy confusion, partially96 faded; a bright hectic97 lighted his cheek; his whole heart leaped up within him, as with a rushing, blissful sense of realized hope. For he had seen that a review of his book was there.
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