With a swelled1 and scratched face, a discoloured eye, a damaged nose, and a head swathed in bandages—it is no wonder that Mrs Moss2 failed to recognise in John Barret the violent young man with the talent for assaulting ladies!
She was not admitted to his room until nearly a week after the accident, for, although he had not been seriously injured, he had received a rather severe shock, and it was thought advisable to keep him quiet as a matter of precaution. When she did see him at last, lying on a sofa in a dressing-gown, and with his head and face as we have described, his appearance did not call to her remembrance the faintest resemblance to the confused, wild, and altogether incomprehensible youth, who had tumbled her over in the streets of London, and almost run her down in the Eagle Pass.
Of course Barret feared that she would recognise him, and had been greatly exercised as to his precise duty in the circumstances; but when he found that she did not recognise either his face or his voice, he felt uncertain whether it would not be, perhaps, better to say nothing at all about the matter in the meantime. Indeed, the grateful old lady gave him no time to make a “clean breast of it,” as he had at first intended to do.
“Oh! Mr Barret,” she exclaimed, sitting down beside him, and laying her hand lightly on his arm, while the laird sat down on another chair and looked on benignly4, “I cannot tell you how thankful I am that you have not been killed, and how very grateful I am to you for all your bravery in saving my darling Milly’s life. Now, don’t say a word about disclaiming5 credit, as I know you are going to do—”
“But, dear madam,” interrupted the invalid6, “allow me to explain. I cannot bear to deceive you, or to sail under false colours—”
“Sail under false colours! Explain!” repeated Mrs Moss, quickly. “What nonsense do you talk? Has not my daughter explained, and she is not given to colouring things falsely.”
“Excuse me, Mrs Moss,” said Barret; “I did not mean that. I only—”
“I don’t care what you mean, Mr Barret,” said the positive little woman; “it’s of no use your denying that you have behaved in a noble, courageous7 manner, and I won’t listen to anything to the contrary; so you need not interrupt me. Besides, I have been told not to allow you to speak much; so, sir, if I am to remain beside you at all, I must impose silence.”
Barret sank back on his couch with a sigh, and resigned himself to his fate.
So much for the mother. Later in the same day the daughter sat beside his couch. The laird was not present on that occasion. They were alone.
“Milly,” said the invalid, taking her small hand in his, “have you mentioned it yet to your mother?”
“Yes, John,” replied Milly, blushing in spite of—nay, rather more in consequence of—her efforts not to do so. “I spoke8 to her some days ago. Indeed, soon after the accident, when we were sure you were going to get well. And she did not disapprove9.”
“Ay, but have you spoken since she has seen me—since this morning?”
“Yes, John.”
“And she is still of the same mind—not shocked or shaken by my appearance?”
“She is still of the same mind,” returned Milly; “and not shocked in the least. My darling mother is far too wise to be shocked by trifles—I—I mean by scratches and bruises10. She judges of people by their hearts.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Milly, for I have something shocking to tell her about myself, that will surprise her, if it does nothing else.”
“Yes. You have heard from your mother about that young rascal12 who ran into her with his bicycle in London some time ago?”
“Yes; she wrote to me about it,” replied Milly, with an amused smile. “You mean, I suppose, the reckless youth who, after running her down, had the cowardice13 to run away and leave her lying flat on the pavement? Mother has more than once written about that event with indignation, and rightly, I think. But how came you to know about it, John?”
“Milly,” said Barret, holding her hand very tight, and speaking solemnly, “I am that cowardly man!”
“Now, John, you are jesting.”
“Indeed—indeed I am not.”
“Do you really mean to say that it was you who ran against my— Oh! you must be jesting!”
“Again I say I am not. I am the man—the coward.”
“Well, dear John,” said Milly, flushing considerably14, “I must believe you; but the fact does not in the least reduce my affection for you, though it will lower my belief in your prudence15, unless you can explain.”
“I will explain,” said Barret; and we need scarcely add that the explanation tended rather to increase than diminish Milly’s affection for, as well as her belief in, her lover! But when Barret went on further to describe the meeting in the Eagle Pass, she went off into uncontrollable laughter.
“And you are sure that mother has no idea that you are the man?” she asked.
“Not the remotest.”
“Well, now, John, you must not let her know for some time yet. You must gain her affections, sir, before you venture to reveal your true character.”
Of course Barret agreed to this. He would have agreed to anything that Milly proposed, except, perhaps, the giving up of his claim to her own hand. Deception16, however, invariably surrounds the deceiver with more or less of difficulty. That same evening, while Milly was sitting alone with her mother, the conversation took a perplexing turn.
There had been a pretty long pause, after a rather favourable17 commentary on the character of Barret, when the thin little old lady had wound up with the observation that the subject of their criticism was a remarkably18 agreeable man, with a playfully humorous and a delightfully19 serious turn of mind—“and so modest” withal!
Apparently20 the last words had turned her mind into the new channel, for she resumed—
“Were we talking of insolence, mother?” said Milly, with a surprised smile.
“Well, my love, I was thinking of the opposite of modesty22, which is the same thing. Do you know, I had a meeting on the day of my arrival here which surprised me very much? To say truth, I did not mention it sooner, because I wished to give you a little surprise. Why do you change your seat, my love? Did you feel a draught23 where you were?”
“No—no. I—I only want to get the light a little more at my back—to keep it off my face. But go on, mother. What was the surprise about? I’m anxious to know.”
If Milly did not absolutely know, she had at least a pretty good idea of what was coming!
“Well, of course you remember about that young man—that—that cowardly young man who—”
“Who ran you down in London? Yes, yes, I know,” interrupted the daughter, endeavouring to suppress a laugh, and putting her handkerchief suddenly to her face. “I remember well. The monster! What about him?”
“You may well call him a monster! Can you believe it? I have met him here—in this very island, where he must be living somewhere, of course; and he actually ran me down again—all but.” She added the last two words in order to save her veracity24.
“You don’t really mean it?” exclaimed Milly, giving way a little in spite of herself. “With a bicycle?”
It was the mother’s turn to laugh now.
“No, you foolish thing; even I have capacity to understand that it would be impossible to use those hideous—frightful instruments, on the bad hill-roads of this island. No; but it seems to be the nature of this dis-disagreeable—I had almost said detestable—youth, to move only under violent impulse, for he came round a corner of the Eagle Cliff at such a pace that, as I have said, he all but ran into my arms and knocked me down.”
“Dreadful!” exclaimed Milly, turning her back still more to the light and working mysteriously with her kerchief.
“Yes, dreadful indeed! And when I naturally taxed him with his cowardice and meanness, he did not seem at all penitent25, but went on like a lunatic; and although what he said was civil enough, his way of saying it was very impolite and strange; and after we had parted, I heard him give way to fiendish laughter. I could not be mistaken, for the cliffs echoed it in all directions like a hundred hyenas26!”
As this savoured somewhat of a joke, Milly availed herself of it, set free the safety-valve, and, so to speak, saved the boiler28!
“Why do you laugh so much, child?” asked the old lady, when her daughter had transgressed29 reasonable limits.
“Well, you know, mother, if you will compare a man’s laugh to a hundred hyenas—”
“I didn’t compare the man’s voice,” interrupted Mrs Moss; “I said that the cliffs—”
“That’s worse and worse! Now, mother, don’t get into one of your hypercritical moods, and insist on reasons for everything; but tell me about this wicked—this dreadful young man. What was he like?”
“Like an ordinary sportsman, dear, with one of those hateful guns in his hand, and a botanical box on his back. I could not see his face very well, for he wore one of those ugly pot-caps, with a peak before and behind; though what the behind one is for I cannot imagine, as men have no eyes in the back of their heads to keep the sun out of. No doubt some men would make us believe they have! but it was pulled down on the bridge of his nose. What I did see of his face seemed to be handsome enough, and his figure was tall and well made, unquestionably, but his behaviour—nothing can excuse that! If he had only said he was sorry, one might have forgiven him.”
“Did he not say he was sorry?” asked Milly in some surprise.
“Oh, well, I suppose he did; and begged pardon after a fashion. But what truth could there be in his protestations when he went away and laughed like a hyena27.”
“You said a hundred hyenas, mother.”
“No, Milly, I said the cliffs laughed; but don’t interrupt me, you naughty child! Well, I was going to tell you that my heart softened30 a little towards the young man, for, as you know, I am not naturally unforgiving.”
“I know it well, dear mother!”
“So, before we parted, I told him that if he had any explanations or apologies to make, I should be glad to see him at Kinlossie House. Then I made up my mind to forgive him, and introduce him to you as the man that ran me down in London! This was the little surprise I had in store for you, but the ungrateful creature has never come.”
“How do you know that, puss?” asked Mrs Moss, in surprise.
Fortunately the dinner-bell rang at that moment, justifying32 Milly in jumping up. Giving her mother a rather violent hug, she rushed from the room.
“Strange girl!” muttered Mrs Moss as she turned, and occupied herself with some mysterious—we might almost say captious—operations before the looking-glass. “The mountain air seems to have increased her spirits wonderfully. Perhaps love has something to do with it! It may be both!”
She was still engaged with a subtle analysis of this question—in front of the glass, which gave her the advantage of supposing that she talked with an opponent—when sudden and uproarious laughter was heard in the adjoining room. It was Barret’s sitting-room33, in which his friends were wont34 to visit him. She could distinguish that the laughter proceeded from himself, Milly, and Giles Jackman, though the walls were too thick to permit of either words or ordinary tones being heard.
“Milly,” said Mrs Moss, severely35, when they met a few minutes later in the drawing-room, “what were you two and Mr Jackman laughing at so loudly? Surely you did not tell them what we had been speaking about?”
“Of course I did, mother. I did not know you intended to keep the matter secret. And it did so tickle36 them! But no one else knows it, so I will run back to John and pledge him to secrecy37. You can caution Mr Jackman, who will be down directly, no doubt.”
As Barret had not at that time recovered sufficiently38 to admit of his going downstairs, his friends were wont to spend much of their time in the snug39 sitting-room which had been apportioned40 to him. He usually held his levées costumed in a huge flowered dressing-gown, belonging to the laird, so that, although he began to look more like his former self, as he recovered from his injuries, he was still sufficiently disguised to prevent recognition on the part of Mrs Moss.
One day the greater part of the household was assembled in his room when Mrs Moss remarked on this curious feeling.
“I cannot tell what it is, Mr Barret, that makes the sound of your voice seem familiar to me,” she said; “yet not exactly familiar, but a sort of far-away echo, you know, such as one might have heard in a dream; though, after all, I don’t think I ever did hear a voice in a dream.”
Jackman and Milly glanced at each other, and the latter put the safety-valve to her mouth while Barret replied—
“I don’t know,” he said, with a very grave appearance of profound thought, “that I ever myself dreamt a voice, or, indeed, a sound of any kind. As to what you say about some voices appearing to be familiar, don’t you think that has something to do with classes of men? No man, I think, is a solitary42 unit in creation. Every man is, as it were, the type of a class to which he belongs—each member possessing more or less the complexion43, tendencies, characteristics, tones, etcetera, of his particular class. You are familiar, it may be, with the tones of the class to which I belong, and hence the idea that you have heard my voice before.”
“Philosophically put, Barret,” said Mabberly; “I had no idea you thought so profoundly.”
“H’m! I’m not so sure of the profundity,” said the little old lady, pursing her lips; “no doubt you may be right as regards class; but then, young man, I have been familiar with all classes of men, and therefore, according to your principle, I should have some strange memories connected with Mr Jackman’s voice, and Mr Mabberly’s, and the laird’s, and everybody’s.”
“Well said, sister; you have him there!” cried the laird with a guffaw44; “but don’t lug45 me into your classes, for I claim to be an exception to all mankind, inasmuch as I have a sister who belongs to no class, and is ready to tackle any man on any subject whatever, between metaphysics and baby linen46. Come now, Barret, do you think yourself strong enough to go out with us in the boat to-morrow?”
“Quite. Indeed, I would have begged leave to go out some days ago, but Doctor Jackman there, who is a very stern practitioner47, forbids me. However, I have my revenge, for I compel him to sit with me a great deal, and entertain me with Indian stories.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Junkie, who happened to be in the room, “he hasn’t told you yet about the elephant hunt, has he?”
“No, not yet, Junkie,” returned Barret; “he has been faithful to his promise not to go on with that story till you and your brothers are present.”
“Well, but tell it now, Mr Jackman, and I’ll go an call Eddie and Archie,” pleaded the boy.
“You will call in vain, then,” said his father, “for they have both gone up the burn, one to photograph and the other to paint. I never saw such a boy as Archie is to photograph. I believe he has got every scene in the island worth having on his plates now, and he has taken to the cattle of late— What think ye was the last thing he tried? I found him in the yard yesterday trying to photograph himself!”
“That must indeed have puzzled him; how did he manage?” asked MacRummle.
“Well, it was ingenious. He tried to get Pat Quin to manipulate the instrument while he sat; but Quin is clumsy with his fingers, at least for such delicate work, and, the last time, he became nervous in his anxiety to do the thing rightly; so, when Archie cried ‘Now,’ for him to cover the glass with its little cap, he put it on with a bang that knocked over and nearly smashed the whole concern. So what does the boy do but sets up a chair in the right focus and arranges the instrument with a string tied to the little cap. Then he sits down on the chair, puts on a heavenly smile, and pulls the string. Off comes the cap! He counts one, two—I don’t know how many—and then makes a sudden dash at the camera an’ shuts it up! What the result may be remains48 to be seen.”
“Oh, it’ll be the same as usual,” remarked Junkie in a tone of contempt. “There’s always something goes wrong in the middle of it. He tried to take Boxer49 the other day, and he wagged his tail in the middle of it. Then he tried the cat, and she yawned in the middle. Then Flo, and she laughed in the middle. Then me, an’ I forgot, and made a face at Flo in the middle. It’s a pity it has got a middle at all; two ends would be better, I think. But won’t you tell about the elephants to us, Mr Jackman? There’s plenty of us here—please!”
“Nay, Junkie; you would not have me break my word, surely. When we are all assembled together you shall have it—some wet day, perhaps.”
“Then there’ll be no more wet days this year, if I’ve to wait for that,” returned the urchin50 half sulkily.
That same day, Milly, Barret, and Jackman arranged that the mystery of the cowardly young man must be cleared up.
“Perhaps it would be best for Miss Moss to explain to her mother,” said Giles.
“That will not I,” said Milly with a laugh.
“I have decided51 what to do,” said Barret. “I was invited by her to call and explain anything I had to say, and apologise. By looks, if not by words, I accepted that invitation, and I shall keep it. If you could only manage somehow, Milly, to get everybody out of the way, so that I might find your mother alone in—”
“She’s alone now,” said Milly. “I left her just a minute ago, and she is not likely to be interrupted, I know.”
“Stay, then; I will return in a few minutes.”
Barret retired52 to his room, whence he quickly returned with shooting coat, knickerbockers, pot-cap and boots, all complete.
“‘Richard’s himself again!’ Allow me to congratulate you,” cried Jackman, shaking his friend by the hand. “But, I say, don’t you think it may give the old lady rather a shock as well as a surprise?”
Barret looked at Milly.
“I think not,” said Milly. “As uncle often says of dear mother, ‘she is tough.’”
“Well, I’ll go,” said Barret.
In a few minutes he walked into the middle of the drawing-room and stood before Mrs Moss, who was reading a book at the time. She laid down the book, removed her glasses, and looked up.
“Well, I declare!” she exclaimed, with the utmost elevation53 of her eyebrows and distension54 of her eyes; “there you are at last! And you have not even the politeness to take your hat off, or have yourself announced. You are the most singularly ill-bred young man, for your looks, that I ever met with.”
“I thought, madam,” said Barret in a low voice, “that you would know me better with my cap on—”
He stopped, for the old lady had risen at the first sound of his voice, and gazed at him in a species of incredulous alarm.
“Forgive me,” cried Barret, pulling off his cap; but again he stopped abruptly55, and, before he could spring forward to prevent it, the little old lady had fallen flat upon the hearth-rug.
“Quick! hallo! Milly—Giles! Ass3 that I am! I’ve knocked her down again!” he shouted, as those whom he summoned burst into the room.
They had not been far off. In a few more minutes Mrs Moss was reviving on the sofa, and alone with her daughter.
“Milly, dear, this has been a great surprise; indeed, I might almost call it a shock,” she said, in a faint voice.
“Indeed it has been, darling mother,” returned Milly in sympathetic tones, as she smoothed her mother’s hair; “and it was all my fault. But are you quite sure you are not hurt?”
“I don’t feel hurt, dear,” returned the old lady, with a slight dash of her argumentative tone; “and don’t you think that if I were hurt I should feel it?”
“Perhaps, mother; but sometimes, you know, people are so much hurt that they can’t feel it.”
“True, child, but in these circumstances they are usually unable to express their views about feeling altogether, which I am not, you see—no thanks to that—th–to John Barret.”
“Oh! mother, I cannot bear to think of it—”
“No wonder,” interrupted the old lady. “To think of my being violently knocked down twice—almost three times—by a big young man like that, and the first time with a horrid56 bicycle on the top of us—I might almost say mixed up with us.”
“But, mother, he never meant it, you know—”
“No, indeed,” continued Milly, with some warmth; “and if you only knew what he has suffered on your account—”
“Milly,” cried Mrs Moss quickly, “is all that I have suffered on his account to count for nothing?”
“Of course not, dear mother. I don’t mean that; you don’t understand me. I mean the reproaches that his own conscience has heaped upon his head for what he has inadvertently done.”
“Recklessly, child, not inadvertently. Besides, you know, his conscience is not himself. People cannot avoid what conscience says to them. Its remarks are no sign of humility58 or self-condemnation, one proof of which is that wicked people would gladly get away from conscience if they could, instead of agreeing with it, as they should, and shaking hands with it, and saying, ‘we are all that you call us, and more.’”
“Well, that is exactly what John has done,” said Milly, with increasing, warmth. “He has said all that, and more to me—”
“To you?” interrupted Mrs Moss; “yes, but you are not his conscience, child!”
“Yes, I am, mother; at least, if I’m not, I am next thing to it, for he says everything to me!” returned Milly, with a laugh and a blush. “And you have no idea how sorry, how ashamed, how self-condemned, how overwhelmed he has been by all that has happened.”
“Humph! I have been a good deal more overwhelmed than he has been,” returned Mrs Moss. “However, make your mind easy, child, for during the last week or two, in learning to love and esteem59 John Barret, I have unwittingly been preparing the way to forgive and forget the cowardly youth who ran me down in London. Now go and send Mr Jackman to me; I have a great opinion of that young man’s knowledge of medicine and surgery, though he is only an amateur. He will soon tell me whether I have received any hurt that has rendered me incapable60 of feeling. And at the same time you may convey to that coward, John, my entire forgiveness.”
Milly kissed her mother, of course, and hastened away to deliver her double message.
After careful examination and much questioning, “Dr” Jackman pronounced the little old lady to be entirely61 free from injury of any kind, save the smashing of a comb in her back-hair, and gave it as his opinion that she was as sound in wind and limb as before the accident, though there had unquestionably been a considerable shock to the feelings, which, however, seemed to have had the effect of improving rather than deranging62 her intellectual powers. The jury which afterwards sat upon her returned their verdict in accordance with that opinion.
It was impossible, of course, to prevent some of all this leaking into the kitchen, the nursery, and the stable. In the first-mentioned spot, Quin remarked to the housemaid,—“Sure, it’s a quare evint entirely,” with which sentiment the housemaid agreed.
“Aunt Moss is a buster,” was Junkie’s ambiguous opinion, in which Flo and the black doll coincided.
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