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Have I not forbid her my house?”
It occurred to me several times during the next few days, how strangely little I saw of my uncle. Except at luncheon1 and dinner, he seldom or never appeared, even in the evenings preferring to sit alone over his wine in the gloomy dining-room, while Willy and I were in the drawing-room. At ten o’clock regularly the door would open, and his tall austere2 figure would{115} appear, holding my candle ready lighted; and with the same little speech about the advantages of early hours for young people, he would wish me good night, politely standing3 at the foot of the stairs as I went up. As a rule, I did not see him again until luncheon next day, and I wondered more and more how he spent his time.
Willy seemed to know little more about his father’s occupations than I did.
“Oh, I don’t know what he’s up to,” he had said, when I asked him. “He prowls about the place from goodness knows what awful hour in the morning till breakfast, and he sits in that den4 of his all day, more or less. I’ve plenty to do besides watching him.”
Whether or not this was Willy’s real reason for avoiding his father, it was a sufficiently5 plausible6 one. All outdoor{116} affairs at Durrus were under his control, and at any time during the morning he might be seen tramping in and out of the stable, or standing about the yard, giving orders and talking to the numerous workmen in a brogue in no way inferior to their own.
I may mention here that Willy, in common with most Irish gentlemen when speaking to the lower orders, paid them the delicate, if unintentional, compliment of temporarily adopting their accent and phraseology. I had plenty of opportunities of noticing this, as Willy evidently considered that the simplest method of providing for my amusement was to take me about with him as much as possible. I had at first rather dreaded7 the prospect8 of these constant tête-à-têtes, but I soon found that my cousin had always plenty to talk about, and was one of the only men I have ever met who was a good listener.{117}
He contrived9 to include me in most of his comings and goings about the place. He took me down to the cove10 to see the seaweed carried up the rocks on donkeys’ backs to be spread on the land; or I watched with deep interest while the great turf-house was slowly packed for the winter with the rough chocolate-coloured sods; or, standing at a little distance, I listened with respect to his arbitration11 of a dispute between two of the tenants12, who generally accepted his verdict as if it had been a pronouncement of the Delphic oracle13. He was very popular with the country people, as much perhaps from his invincible14 shrewdness as from his ready good-nature, and subsequent observation has shown me that nothing so much compels the respect and admiration15 of the Irish peasant as the rare astuteness16 that can outwit him.
Thursday was fair day at Moycullen, and{118} Willy, who regarded the attending of fairs as both a duty and privilege, proceeded thither17 with the first light of day. To say at cock-crow would scarcely be an exaggeration, for, knowing well the absurdity18 of expecting any servant within the walls of Durrus to call him, he had—so he informed me—resorted to the extraordinary device of putting over-night a vigorous barn-door cock on the top of his wardrobe. This bird’s relentless19 cries at dawn were, as may be imagined, of a sufficiently rousing character, and in consequence Willy’s arrival at even the most distant fairs was as a rule timely.
The result of his absence was a solitary20 morning for me, and lunch alone with Uncle Dominick. Although faintly alarmed at the latter prospect, I was at the same time glad of the chance which it offered of getting to know him a little better.{119}
But in this I was disappointed. My uncle did not abate21 an atom of his usual impenetrable civility, and conversed22 with me on entirely23 uninteresting topics, with a fluency24 that was as admirable as it was provoking. I was absolutely at a loss to understand him; and, being a person sensitive to the opinions of others, I puzzled myself a great deal as to what he thought about me. The compliments which he never lost an opportunity of making, and his evident desire that Willy should do all in his power to make my visit agreeable to me, were not, I felt sure, any real indications of his feelings. That he took an interest in me, I was certain. Often I surprised in his cold eyes a still scrutiny25, a watchful26 appraising27 glance that suggested mistrust, if not dislike; and although his manner was distant and self-engrossed, I had a conviction that little that I said or did escaped him.{120}
It was a depressing day. A quiet rain trickled28 steadily29 down, and through the blurred30 windows the trees looked naked and disconsolate31 against the threatening sky. I made up my mind that it was not a day to go out, and, with a pitying thought of Willy at the fair, I heaped turf and logs upon the library fire, and determined32 to write a really long letter to one of my friends in America.
After a period of virtuous33 endeavour with this intent, I discovered that I was becoming bored to stupefaction, and gave up the struggle. There was something in the air of Durrus antagonistic34 to letter-writing; or perhaps it was the impossibility of writing about a place which was so different from anything that I or my correspondents had been accustomed to, and was at the same time so devoid35 of interest for them. I bethought me of a{121} certain old book of field-sports which Willy had commended to my notice, and I wandered round the dusty shelves, looking for it among the exceptionally uninteresting collection of books which formed my uncle’s library. Not being able to find it, I took the bold step of going to his room to ask him if he could tell me where it was.
As I went down the long dark passage that led to his room, I was keenly alive to the temerity36 of the proceeding37, and knocked at the door with some trepidation38.
“What is it?” came an unencouraging voice from within.
“Oh! I only wanted to ask you about a book, Uncle Dominick,” I began.
The door was opened almost immediately.
“Come in, my dear Theo,” said my uncle, with what was intended for a smile of welcome. “What book is it you want?{122}”
I explained, adding that Willy had recommended the book to me.
“Oh, Willy told you of it, did he?” said my uncle, with interest; “and you cannot find it in the library?”—turning towards a large cupboard that filled a recess39 on one side of the chimney-piece. “Perhaps I have it in here.”
I heard a faint jingle40 of glass as he opened it; but the doors of fluted41 green silk, latticed with brass42 wire, prevented, from where I was standing, my seeing inside. My uncle ran his finger along one of the shelves in search of the book I wanted. Meantime I looked curiously43 about me.
It was a small, dingy44 room, disproportionately high for its size, with county and estate maps hanging on its damp-stained walls. A handsome old escritoire stood in the corner to the right of the lofty window{123} that faced the door by which I had entered. On one or two tables, dusty pamphlets and papers lay about in a comfortless way. Right in front of the fire was a battered45 leather-covered armchair, in which my uncle had been sitting, though there was no book or newspaper to indicate that he had been occupied in any way.
“It is an unusual thing to hear of Willy recommending a book. I suppose this is due to your civilizing46 influence?” said my uncle, emerging from the recesses47 of the cupboard with the book in question in his hand.
“Oh, well,” I replied, laughing, “this is not a very high class of literature.”
“It is, nevertheless, a classic in its way,” he said, opening the book; “and the prints are very good indeed.”
I came and stood beside him, looking at the illustrations with him.{124}
“The Regulator on Hertford Bridge Flat,” “The Race, Epsom,” “The Whissendine Brook”—we studied them together, Uncle Dominick becoming unexpectedly interesting and friendly in his reminiscences of his own sporting days when he was a young man at Oxford48.
As he paused in looking at the pictures to enlarge upon an experience of his own, the pages slipped from his stiff bony fingers, and, turning over of their own accord, remained open at the title-page. There I saw, in faded ink, the words, “Owen Sarsfield, the gift of his affectionate Brother, D. S.”
My uncle looked at the inscription49 for half an instant, and, drawing a quick breath, closed the book.
“Uncle Dominick,” I said, with a sudden impulse, “won’t you tell me something about my father? My mother could never{125} bear to speak of him, and I know so little about him.”
He turned his back to me, and replaced the book in the cupboard, feeling for its place in the shelves in a dull, mechanical way.
“I hate to give you pain,” I went on; “but if you knew how much I have thought about him since I have been here! I have always so connected him and Durrus together in my mind.”
He walked back to the fireplace, and placed one hand on the narrow marble shelf before answering.
“There are many circumstances connected with your father which make it painful for me to speak of him,” he began, in a very quiet, measured voice. “I loved him very dearly; we were always together until his lamentable50 quarrel with my father.{126}”
He walked to the window, and stood looking out through the streaming panes51, with his hands behind his back. After a few moments of waiting for him to speak again, I could bear the silence no longer.
“But what was the quarrel about? Was it my father’s fault?”
“It is a hard thing to say to you,” replied my uncle, turning round and looking past me into the fire, “but, under the circumstances, I feel that it is my duty to let you know the truth. Your father unfortunately got into money difficulties while at Oxford, which he was afraid to mention to his father. He went to London to study for the Bar with these debts still hanging over him, while I came home and undertook the management of the property.” He paused, and passed a large silk handkerchief over his face. “Owen always had a passion for the stage; he got en{127}tangled with a theatrical52 set in London, and finally he took the fatal step of making himself responsible for the expenses of an—in fact, of a travelling company of actors, with, I need hardly tell you, what result. Instead of the enterprise paying his debts, as he had hoped, he found himself liable for large sums of money.”
Uncle Dominick came back to the fireplace, where I was standing nervously53 grasping the shabby back of the leather armchair. I suppose my face told of the anxious conjectures54 that filled my mind, for, looking at me not unkindly, my uncle went on.
“I did all I could for him with my father, but he was a man of very violent temper, and was absolutely infuriated with Owen. He paid the debts, but he refused to see Owen again, and insisted on his leaving the country. I contrived to see{128} him before he left England, and from that day until I got his letter saying he was ill in Cork55, I neither heard of nor from him.”
“But,” I broke in, “why did he never write to you?”
My uncle hesitated, and drew his hand heavily over his moustache. I saw that it trembled. He sat down in the chair by which I stood, and did not answer. I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Surely he had not quarrelled with you, Uncle Dominick? Or was it that you—that you thought he had behaved too——” I could not finish the sentence.
“No, no, my dear,” he said quickly; “I had no such feelings. I would have done anything in the world for him at that time.” He cleared his throat and continued huskily, “It was Owen who misjudged me, who misconstrued all my efforts on his behalf, who ignored my offers of assistance.{129} I cannot bear to think of what I went through,” he ended hastily, leaving his chair and again walking to the window. It was a French window, and a few stone steps led from it to the grass outside. He opened one door and looked down the drive.
It was getting darker, and the rain came driving in from the sea in ghost-like white clouds, as he stood there motionless, and apparently56 oblivious57 of the drops that fell from the roof on his head and shoulders.
“Are you looking out for Willy?” I said at length.
“Oh, Willy! Yes; is he not home yet?” he answered absently, closing the window.
“Is there any portrait of my father in the house?” I asked as he turned towards me, ignoring his remark about Willy in my anxiety to put a question that since my arrival at Durrus I had often wished{130} to ask, and feeling that it might not be easy to find another opportunity of reopening the subject.
“There is one, taken when he was a child; it hangs in the corridor outside your bedroom door.”
“But I think there are two portraits of boys there,” I persisted. “I am afraid I should not know which was his.”
My uncle rose wearily from his seat. “If you wish, I will show it to you now,” he said. “If you will go upstairs, I will follow you in an instant.”
I went slowly up the passage, and before I had reached the foot of the stairs he overtook me, and we went up together. He had his crimson58 silk handkerchief in his hand, and I remember wondering why he kept pressing it to his mouth as we walked along the corridor side by side.
A faint light shone through the open{131} door of the room over the hall door, the one that opened into mine, and against the grey light I saw in the window a crouching59 figure indistinctly silhouetted60.
My uncle saw it too. With a muttered exclamation61 of anger, he walked quickly past me to the open doorway62.
“What are you doing here?” he said sternly. “You know I desired you not to come upstairs, and this is the second time this week I have found you here.”
He stepped back to one side, and a tall woman with a shawl covering her bent63 shoulders shuffled64 out of the room. I had already guessed that it was Moll Hourihane, and I shrank back into the doorway of my own room; but she stopped, and, stretching out her neck towards me, she fixed65 her eyes upon my face with an expression of hungry eagerness.
“Did you hear what I ordered you?{132} Go down at once,” repeated my uncle, placing himself between her and me. “Let me never find you here again.”
She immediately turned and slunk away round the far side of the corridor, and, looking back once more at me, disappeared through the door that led to the servants’ quarters.
I gave a sigh of relief. “That woman terrifies me,” I said. “I wish she would not look at me in that dreadful way.”
“You need not be alarmed”—he spoke66 breathlessly and with unusual excitement—“she is perfectly67 harmless; but I do not choose to have her roaming about the house. These are the pictures of which we were speaking,” he continued. “The one to the right was done of me, and this—this is the other”—pointing to an old-fashioned looking portrait of a pretty dark-haired boy holding a spaniel in his arms.
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