Thinking it might be less nauseous if disposed of at an unbroken draught11, were that possible--or at least soonest over--Mr. Galloway caught up the basin and put it to his lips. With a cry and a splutter, down went the basin again. The stuff was scalding hot. And whether Mr. Galloway's tongue, or teeth, or temper suffered most, he would have been puzzled to confess.
It was at this untoward12 moment--Mr. Galloway's face turning purple, and himself choking and coughing--that a noise, as of thunder, suddenly awoke the echoes of the Boundaries. Shut up in his snug13 room hearing sounds chiefly through the windows, the startled Mr. Galloway wondered what it was, and edged his white nightcap off one ear to listen. He had then the satisfaction of discovering that the noise was at his own front door. Somebody had evidently got hold of the knocker (an appendage14 recently made to the former naked panels), and was rapping and rattling15 as if never intending to leave off. And now the bell-handle was, pulled in accompaniment--as a chorus accompanies a song--and the alarmed household were heard flying towards the door from all quarters.
"Is it the fire-engine?" groaned16 Mr. Galloway to himself. "I didn't hear it come up."
It appeared not to be the fire-engine. A moment or two, and Mr. Galloway was conscious of a commotion17 on the stairs, some visitor making his way up; his man-servant offering a feeble opposition18.
"What on earth does John mean? He must be a fool--letting people come up here!" thought Mr. Galloway, apostrophising his many years' servitor. "Hark! It can never be the Dean!"
That any other living man, whether church dignitary or ordinary mortal, would venture to invade him in his private sanctum, take him by storm in his own chamber19, was beyond belief. Mr. Galloway, all fluttered and fevered, hitched20 his white nightcap a little higher, turned his wondering face to the door, and sat listening.
"If he is neither in bed nor undressed, as you say, I can see him up here just as well as below; so don't bother, old John," were the words that caught indistinctly the disturbed invalid's ear: and somehow the voice seemed to strike some uncertain chord of memory. "I say, old John, you don't get younger," it went on; "where's your hair gone? Is this the room?--it used to be."
Without further ado the door was flung open; and the visitor stepped over the threshold. The two, invader21 and invaded, gazed at each other. The one saw an old man, who appeared to be shrunk in spite of his wraps, with a red face, surmounted22 by a cotton nightcap, a flaxen curl or two peeping out above the amazed eyes, and a basin of steaming gruel: the other saw a tall, fine, well-dressed young fellow, whose face, like the voice, struck on the chords of memory. John spoke23 from behind.
"It's Mr. Roland Yorke, sir. He'd not be stayed: he would come up in spite of me."
"Goodness bless me!" exclaimed the proctor.
Putting down his hat and a small brown paper parcel that he carried, Roland advanced to Mr. Galloway, nearly turning over the stand and the gruel, which John had to rush forward and steady--and held out his hand.
"I don't know whether you'll shake it, sir, after the way we parted. I am willing."
"The way of parting was yours, Mr. Roland, not mine," was the answer. But Mr. Galloway did shake the hand, and Roland sat down by the fire, uninvited, making himself at home as usual.
"What's amiss, sir?" he asked, as John went away. "Got the mumps24? Is that gruel? Horrid25 composition! I think it must have been invented for our sins. You must be uncommon26 ill, sir, to swallow that."
"And what in the world brings you down here at this hour, frightening quiet people out of their senses?" demanded Mr. Galloway, paying no heed27 to Roland's questions. "I'm sure I thought it was the parish engine."
"The train brought me," replied matter-of-fact Roland. "I had meant to get here by an earlier one, but things went cross and contrary."
"That was no reason why you should knock my door down."
"Oh, it was all my impatience28: my mind's in a frightful29 worry," penitently30 acknowledged Roland. "I hope you'll forgive it, sir. I've come from London, Mr. Galloway, about this miserable31 business of Arthur Channing. We want to know where you sent him to?"
Mr. Galloway, his doubts as to fire-engines set at rest, had been getting cool; but the name turned him hot again. He had grown to like Arthur better than he would have cared to tell; the supposition flashed into his mind that a discovery might have been made of some untoward fate having overtaken him, and that Roland's errand was to break the news.
"Is Arthur dead?" he questioned, in a low tone.
"I think so," answered Roland. "But he has not turned up yet, dead or alive. I'm sure it's not for the want of looking after. I've spent my time pretty well, since he was missing, between Waterloo Bridge and the East India Docks."
"Then you've not come down to say he is found?"
"No: only to ask you where you sent him that night, that he may be."
When the explanation was complete, Roland discovered that he had had his journey for nothing, and would have done well to take the opinion of Hamish Channing. Every tittle of information that Mr. Galloway was able to give, he had already written to Hamish: not a thought, not a supposition, but he had imparted it in full. As to Roland's idea, that business might have carried Arthur to dishonest neighbourhoods in London, Mr. Galloway negatived it positively32.
"He had none to do for me in such places, and I'm sure he'd not of his own."
Roland sat pulling at his whiskers, feeling very gloomy. In his sanguine33 temperament34, he had been buoying35 himself with a hope that grew higher and higher all the way down: so that when he arrived at Mr. Galloway's he had nearly persuaded himself that--if Arthur, in person, was not there, news of him would be. Hence the loud and impatient door-summons.
"I know he is at the bottom of the Thames! I did so hope you could throw some light on it that you might have forgotten to tell, Mr. Galloway."
"Forgotten!" returned Mr. Galloway, slightly agitated36. "If I remembered my sins, young man, as well as I remember all connected with him, I might be the better for it. His disappearance has made me ill; that's what it has done; and I'm not sure but it will kill me. When a steady, honourable37, God-fearing young man like Arthur Channing, whose heart I verily believe was as much in heaven as earth; when such a man disappears in this mysterious manner at night in London, leaving no information of his whereabouts, and who cannot be traced or found, nothing but the worst is to be apprehended38. I believe Arthur Churning to have been murdered for the large sum of money he had about him."
Mr. Galloway seized his handkerchief, and rubbed his hot face. The nightcap was pushed a little further off in the process. It was the precise view Roland had taken; and, to have it confirmed by Mr. Galloway's, seemed to drive all hope out of him for good.
"And I never had the opportunity of atoning39 to him for the past, you see, Mr. Galloway! It will stick in my memory for life, like a pill in the throat. I'd rather have been murdered myself ten times over."
"I gave my consent to his going with reluctance," said Mr. Galloway, seeming to repeat the fact for his own benefit rather than for Roland's. "What did it signify whether Charles was met in London, or not? if he could find his way to London from Marseilles alone, surely he might find it to Helstonleigh! Our busy time, the November audit40, is approaching: but it was not that thought that swayed me against it, but an inward instinct. Arthur said he had not had a holiday for two years; he said there was business wanting the presence of one of us in London: all true, and I yielded. And this is what has come of it!"
Mr. Galloway gave his face another rub; the nightcap went higher and seemed to hang on only by its tassel, admitting the curls to full view. In spite of Roland's despairing state, he took advantage of the occasion.
"I say, Mr. Galloway, your hair is not as luxuriant as it was."
"It's like me, then," returned Mr. Galloway, whose mind was too much depressed41 to resent personal remarks. "What will become of us all without Arthur (putting out of sight for a moment the awful grief for himself) I cannot imagine. Look at his mother! He nearly supported the house: Mrs. Channing's own income is but a trifle, and Tom can't give much as yet. Look at me! What on earth I shall do without him at the office, never can be surmised42!"
"My goodness!" cried modest Roland. "You'll be almost as much put to it, sir, as you were when I went off to Port Natal43."
Mr. Galloway coughed. "Almost," assented44 he, rather satirically. "Why, Roland Yorke," he burst forth45 with impetuosity, "if you had been with me from then till now, and abandoned all your lazy tricks, and gone in for hard work, taking not a day's holiday or an hour's play, you could never have made yourself into half the capable and clever man that. Arthur was."
"Well, you see, Mr. Galloway, my talents don't lie so much in the sticking to a desk as in knocking about," good-humouredly avowed46 Roland. "But I do go in for hard work; I do indeed."
"I hear you didn't make a fortune at Port Natal, young man!"
Roland, open as ever, gave a short summary of what he did instead--starved, and did work as a labourer, when he could get any to do and drove pigs, and came back home with his coat out at elbows.
"Nobody need reproach me; it was worse for me than for them--not but what lots of people do. I tried my best; and I'm trying it still. It did me one service, Mr. Galloway--took my pride and my laziness out of me. But for the lessons of life I learnt at Port Natal, I should have continued a miserable humbug47 to the end, shirking work on my own score, and looking to other folks to keep me. I'm trying to do my best honestly, and to make my way. The returns are not grand yet, but such as they are I'm living on them, and they may get better. Rome was not built in a day. I went out to Port Natal to set good old Arthur right with the world; I couldn't bring myself to publish the confession48, that you know of, sir, while I stopped here. I thought to make my fortune also, a few millions, or so. I didn't do it; it was a failure altogether, but it made a better man of me."
"Glad to hear it," said Mr. Galloway.
He watched the earnest eager face, bent49 towards him he noted50 the genuine, truthful51, serious tone the words were spoken in and the conclusion he drew was that Roland might not be making an unjustifiable boast. It seemed incredible though, taking into recollection his former experience of that gentleman.
"And when I've got on, so as to make a couple of hundred a year or so, I am going to get married, Mr. Galloway."
"In--deed!" exclaimed Mr. Galloway, staring very mach. "Is the lady fixed52 upon?"
"Well, yes; and I don't mind telling you, if you'll keep the secret and not repeat it up and down the town: I don't fancy she'd like it to be talked of yet. It's Annabel."
"Annabel Channing!" uttered Mr. Galloway, in dubious53 surprise. "Has she said she'll have you?"
"I am not so sure she has said it. She means it."
"Why she--she is one of the best and sweetest girls living; she might marry almost anybody; she might nearly get a lord," burst forth Mr. Galloway, with a touch of his former gossiping propensity54.
Roland's eyes sparkled. "So she might, sir. But she'll wait for me. And she does not expect riches, either; but will put her shoulder to the wheel with me and be content to work and help until riches come."
Mr. Galloway gave a sniff55 of disbelief. He might be pardoned if he treated this in his own mind as a simple delusion56 on Roland's part. He liked Annabel nearly as well as he had liked Arthur; and he looked upon Mr. Roland as a wandering knight-errant, not much likely to do any good for himself or others. Roland rose.
"I must be off," he said. "I've got my mother to see. Well, this is a pill--to find you've no clue to give me. Hamish said it would be so."
"I hear Hamish Channing is ill?"
"He is not ill, that I know of. He looks it: a puff57 of wind you'd say would blow him away."
"Disappointed in his book?"
"Well, I suppose so. It's an awful sin, though, for it to have been written down--whoever did it."
"I should call it a swindle," corrected Mr. Galloway. "A barefaced58, swindling injustice59. The public ought to be put right, if there were anyway of doing it."
"Did you read the book, Mr. Galloway?"
"Yes; and then I went forthwith out and bought it. Ana I read Gerald's."
"That was a beauty, wasn't it?" cried sarcastic60 Roland.
"Without paint," pursued Mr. Galloway, in the same strain. "It was just worth throwing on the fire leaf by leaf, that's my opinion of Gerald's book. But it got the reviews, Roland."
"And be shot to it! We can't understand the riddle61 up in London, sir."
"I'm sure we can't down here," emphatically repeated Mr. Galloway. "Well, good night: I'm not sorry to have seen you. When are you going back?"
"Tomorrow. And I'd rather have gone a hundred miles the other way than come near Helstonleigh. I shall take care to go and see nobody here, except Mrs. Channing. If----"
"You must not speak of Arthur to Mrs. Channing," interrupted the proctor.
"Not speak of him!"
"She knows nothing of his loss: it has been kept from her. She thinks he is in Paris with Charles. In her weak state of health she would hardly stand the prolonged suspense62."
"It's a good thing you told me," said Roland, heartily63. "I hope I shan't let it out. Good night, sir. I must not forget this, though!" he added, taking up the parcel. "It has got a clean shirt and collar in it."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
Roland paused. Until that moment the thought had never struck him where he was to sleep.
"I dare say they can give me a shake-down at the mother's. The hearthrug will do: I'm not particular. I'd used to go in for a feather bed and two pillows. My goodness! what a selfish young lunatic I was!"
"If they can't, perhaps we can give you a shake-down here," said Mr. Galloway. "But don't you ring the house down if you come back."
"Thank you, sir," said Roland, gratefully. "I wonder all you old friends are so good to me."
He clattered64 down in a commotion, and found himself in the Boundaries. When he passed through them ten minutes before, he was bearing on too fiercely to Mr. Galloway's to take notice of a single feature. Time had been when Roland would not have cared for old memories. They came crowding on him now the dear life associations, the events and interests of his boyhood, like fresh green resting-places 'mid65 a sandy desert. The ringing out of the cathedral clock, telling the three-quarters past ten, helped the delusion. Opposite to him rose the time-honoured edifice66, worn by the defacing hand of centuries. Renovation67 had been going on for a long while; the pinnacles68 were new; old buildings around, that formerly69 partially70 obscured it, had been removed, and it stood out to view as Roland had never before seen it. It was a bright night; the moon shone as clearly as it had done on that early March night which ushered71 in the commencing prologue72 of this story. It brought out the fretwork of the dear old cathedral; it lightened up the gables of the quaint73 houses of the Boundaries, all sizes and shapes in architecture; it glittered on the level grass enclosed by the broad gravel74 walks, which the stately dames75 of the still more stately church dignitaries once cared to pace. But where were the tall old elm-trees--through whose foliage76 the moonbeams ought to have glittered, but did not? Where were the rooks that used to make their home in them, wiling77 the poor college boys, at their Latin and Greek hard by, with the friendly chorus of caws? Gone. Roland looked up, eyes and mouth alike opening with amazement78, and marvelled79. A poor apology for the trees was indeed left; but topped and lopped to discredit80. The branches, towering and spreading in their might, had been removed, and the homeless rooks driven away, wanderers.
"It's nothing but sacrilege," spoke bold Roland, when he had done staring. "For certain it'll bring nobody good luck."
He could not resist crossing the Boundaries to the little iron gate admitting to the cloisters82. It would not admit him tonight: the cloister81 porter, successor to Mr. John Ketch of cantankerous83 memory, had locked it hours ago, and had the key safely hung up by his bed-side in his lodge84. This was the gate through which poor Charley Channing had gone, innocently confiding85, to be frightened all but to death, that memorable86 night in the annals of the college school. Charley, who was now a flourishing young clerk in India (at the present moment supposed to be enjoying Paris), and likely to rise to fame and fortune, health permitting. Many a time and oft, had Roland himself dashed through the gate, surplice on arm, in a white heat of fear lest he should be marked "late." How the shouts of the boys used to echo along the vaulted87 roof of the cloisters! How they seemed to echo in the heart of Roland now! Times had changed. Things had changed. He had changed. A new set of boys filled the school: some of the clergy88 were fresh in the cathedral. The bishop89, gone to his account, had been replaced by a better: a once great and good preacher, who was wont90 in times long gone by to fill the cathedral with his hearers of jostling crowds, had followed him. In Mr. Roland's own family, and in that of one with whom they had been very intimately associated, there were changes. George Yorke was no more; Gerald had risen to be a great man; he, Roland, had fallen, and was of no account in the world. Mr. Channing had died; Hamish was dying----
How came that last thought to steal into the mind of Roland Yorke. He did not know. It had never occurred to him before: why should it have done so now? Ah, he might ask himself the question, but he could not answer it. Buried in reflections of the past and present, one leading on to another, it had followed in as if consecutively91, arising Roland knew not whence, and startling him to terror. He shook himself in a sort of fright; his pulse grew quick, his face hot.
"I do think I must have been in a dream," debated Roland, "or else moonstruck. Sunny Hamish! as if the world could afford to lose him! Nobody but a donkey whose brains had been knocked out of him at Port Natal, would get such wicked fancies."
He went back at full gallop92, turned the corner, and looked out for the windows of his mother's house. They were not difficult to be seen, for in every one of them shone a blaze of light. The sweet white radiance of the moon, with its beauteous softness, never to be matched by earthly invention, was quite eclipsed in the garish93 red of the flaming windows. Lady Augusta Yorke had an assembly--as was plain enough by the signs.
"Was ever the like bother known!" spoke Roland aloud, momentarily halting in the quiet spot. "She's got all the world and his wife there. And I didn't want a soul to know that I was at Helstonleigh!"
He took his resolution at once, ran on, and made for a small side door. A smart maid, in a flounced gown and no cap to make mention of, stood at it, flirting94 with a footman from one of the waiting carriages. Roland went in head foremost, saying nothing, passing swiftly through tortuous95 passages and up the stairs. The girl naturally took him for a robber, or some such evil character, and stood agape with wonder. But she did not want for courage, and went after him. He had made his way to what used to be his sister's schoolroom in Miss Channing's time; the open door displayed a table temptingly set out with refreshments96, and nobody was in it. When the maid got there, Roland, his hat on a chair and parcel on the floor, was devouring97 the sandwiches.
"Why, what on earth!" she began. "My patience! who are you sir? How dare you?"
"Who am I?" said Roland, his mouth nearly too full to answer. "You just go and fetch Lady Augusta here. Say a gentleman wants to see her. Tell her privately98, mind."
The girl, in sheer amazement, did as she was bid: whispering her own comments to her mistress.
"I'd be aware of him, my lady, if I were you, please. It might be a maniac99. I'm sure the way he's gobbling up the victuals100 don't look like nothing else."
Lady Augusta Yorke, slightly fluttered, took the precaution to draw with her her youngest son, Harry101, a stalwart King's Scholar of seventeen. Advancing dubiously102 to the interview, she took a peep in, and saw the intruder, a great tall fellow, whose back was towards her, swallowing down big tablespoonfuls of custard. The sight aroused Lady Augusta's anger: there'd be a famine; there'd be nothing left for her hungry guests. In, she burst, something after Roland's own fashion, words of reproach on her tongue, threats of the police. Harry gazed in doubt; the maid brought up the rear.
Roland turned, full of affection, dropped the spoon into the custard dish, and flew to embrace her.
"How are you, mother darling? It's only me."
And the Lady Augusta Yorke, between surprise at the meeting, a little joy, and vexation on the score of her diminishing supper, was somewhat overwhelmed, and sunk into a chair in screaming hysterics.
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