The young soldier stopped, started, colored with annoyance2, and with a surprised expression turned to look on the other soldier who had addressed him. After a moment's scrutiny3 of the stranger's genial4 smile he extended his hand with pleased recognition. "Conniston," said he, "I thought you were in America."
"So I am; so don't call me Conniston at the pitch of your voice, old boy. His lordship of that name is camping on Californian slopes for a big game shoot. The warrior5 who stands before you is Dick West of the —— Lancers, the old Come-to-the-Fronts. And what are you doing as an Imperial Yeoman, Gore?"
"Not that name," said the other, with an anxious glance around. "Like yourself, I don't want to be known."
"Oh! So you are sailing under false colors also?"
"Against my will, Conniston—I mean West. I am Corporal Bernard."
"Do you hope to do that on a private's pay?"
West shrugged9 his shoulders. "I hope to fight my way during the war to a general's rank. With that and a V.C., an old castle and an older title, I may catch a dollar heiress by the time the Boers give in."
"You don't put in your good looks, Conniston," said Bernard, smiling.
"Dollar heiresses don't buy what's in the shop-windows, old man. But won't you explain your uniform and dismal10 looks?"
Gore laughed. "My dismal looks have passed away since we have met so opportunely," he said, looking across the grass. "Come and sit down. We have much to say to one another."
Conniston and Gore—they used the old names in preference to the new—walked across the grass to an isolated12 seat under a leafless elm. The two old friends had met near the magazine in Hyde Park, on the borders of the Serpentine13, and the meeting was as unexpected as pleasant. It was a gray, damp October day, and the trees were raining yellow, brown and red leaves on the sodden14 ground. Yet a breath of summer lingered in the atmosphere, and there was a warmth in the air which had lured15 many people to the Park. Winter was coming fast, and the place, untidy with withered16 leaves, bare of flowers, and dismal under a sombre, windy sky, looked unattractive enough. But the two did not mind the dreary17 day. Summer—the summer of youth—was in their hearts, and, recalling their old school friendship, they smiled on one another as they sat down. In the distance a few children were playing, their nursemaids comparing notes or chatting with friends or stray policemen, so there was no one near to overhear what they had to say. A number of fashionable carriages rolled along the road, and occasionally someone they knew would pass. But vehicles and people belonged to the old world out of which they had stepped into the new, and they sat like a couple of Peris at the gate of Paradise, but less discontented.
Both the young men were handsome in their several ways. The yeoman was tall, slender, dark and markedly quiet in his manner. His clear-cut face was clean-shaven; he had black hair, dark blue eyes, put in—as the Irish say—with a dirty finger, and his figure was admirably proportioned. In his khaki he looked a fine specimen18 of a man in his twenty-fifth year. But his expression was stern, even bitter, and there were thoughtful furrows19 on his forehead which should not have been there at his age. Conniston noted20 these, and concluded silently that the world had gone awry21 with his formerly22 sunny-faced friend. At Eton, Gore had always been happy and good-tempered.
Conniston himself formed a contrast to his companion. He was not tall, but slightly-built and wiry, alert in his manner and quick in his movements. As fair as Gore was dark, he wore a small light mustache, which he pulled restlessly when excited. In his smart, tight-fitting uniform he looked a natty23 jimp soldier, and his reduced position did not seem to affect his spirits. He smiled and joked and laughed and bubbled over with delight on seeing his school chum again. Gore was also delighted, but, being quieter, did not reveal his pleasure so openly.
When they were seated, the lancer produced an ornate silver case, far too extravagant24 for a private, and offered Gore a particularly excellent cigarette. "I have a confiding25 tobacconist," said Conniston, "who supplies me with the best, in the hope that I'll pay him some day. I can stand a lot, but bad tobacco is beyond my powers of endurance. I'm a self-indulgent beast, Gore!"
Gore lighted up. "How did your tobacconist know you?" he asked.
"Because a newly-grown mustache wasn't a sufficient disguise. I walked into the shop one day hoping he was out. But he chanced to be in, and immediately knew me. I made him promise to hold his tongue, and said I had volunteered for the war. He's a good chap, and never told a soul. Oh, my aunt!" chattered26 Conniston. "What would my noble relatives say if they saw me in this kit27?"
"You are supposed to be in California?"
"That's so—shootin'. But I'm quartered at Canterbury, and only come up to town every now and again. Of course I take care to keep out of the fashionable world, so no one's spotted28 me yet."
"Your officers!"
"There's no one in the regiment29 I know. The Tommies take me for a gentleman who has gone wrong, and I keep to their society. Not that a private has much to do with the officers. They take little notice of me, and I've learned to say, 'Sir!' quite nicely," grinned Conniston.
"I might put the same question to you, Bernard?"
"I'll tell you my story later. Out with yours, old boy."
"Just the same authoritative31 manner," said Conniston, shrugging. "I never did have a chap order me about as you do. If you weren't such a good chap you'd have been a bully32 with that domineering way you have. I wonder how you like knuckling33 under to orders?"
"He who cannot serve is not fit to command," quoted Gore, sententiously. "Go on with the story."
"It's not much of a story. I came in for the title three years ago, when I was rising twenty. But I inherited nothing else. My respected grandfather made away with nearly all the family estates, and my poor father parted with the rest. Upon my word," said the young lord, laughing, "with two such rascals34 as progenitors35, it's wonderful I should be as good as I am. They drank and gambled and—"
"Don't, Conniston. After all your father is your father."
"Was my father, you mean. He's dead and buried in the family vault36. I own that much property—all I have."
"Where is it?"
"I remember. You told me about it at school. Cove Castle is ten miles from Hurseton."
"And Hurseton is where your uncle, Sir Simon, lives."
Gore looked black. "Yes," he said shortly. "Go on!"
Conniston drew his own conclusions from the frown, rattled39 on in his usual cheerful manner. "I came into the title as I said, but scarcely an acre is there attached to it, save those of mud and water round Cove Castle. I had a sum of ready money left by my grandmother—old Lady Tain, you remember—and I got through that as soon as possible. It didn't last long," added the profligate40, grinning; "but I had a glorious time while it lasted. Then the smash came. I took what was left and went to America. Things got worse there, so, on hearing the war was on, I came back and enlisted41 as Dick West. I revealed myself only to my lawyer; and, of course, my tobacconist—old Taberley—knows. But from paragraphs in the Society papers about my noble self I'm supposed to be in California. Of course, as I told you, I take jolly good care to keep out of everyone's way. I'm off to the Cape42 in a month, and then if Fortune favors me with a commission and a V.C. I'll take up the title again."
"You still hold the castle, then?"
"Yes. It's the last of the old property. Old Mother Moon looks after it for me. She's a horrid43 old squaw, but devoted44 to me. So she ought to be. I got that brat45 of a grandson of hers a situation as messenger boy to old Taberley. Not that he's done much good. He's out of his place now, and from all accounts, is a regular young brute46."
"Does he know you have enlisted?"
"What, young Judas—I call him Judas," said Conniston, "because he's such a criminal kid. No, he doesn't. Taberley had to turn him away for robbing the till or something. Judas has spoiled his morals by reading penny novels, and by this time I shouldn't wonder if he hasn't embarked47 on a career of crime like a young Claude Duval. No, Gore, he doesn't know. I'm [pg 15]glad of it—as he would tell Mother Moon, and then she'd howl the castle down at the thought of the head of the West family being brought so low."
"West is your family name, isn't it?"
"It is; and Richard is my own name—Richard Grenville Plantagenet West, Lord Conniston. That's my title. But I dropped all frills, and here I smoke, Dick West at your service, Bernard, my boy. So now you've asked me enough questions, what's your particular lie?"
"Dick, Dick, you are as hair-brained as ever. I never could—"
"No," interrupted Conniston, "you never could sober me. Bless you, Bernard, it's better to laugh than frown, though you don't think so."
Gore pitched away the stump48 of his cigarette and laughed somewhat sadly. "I have cause to frown," said he, wrinkling his forehead. "My grandfather has cut me off with a shilling."
"The deuce he has," said Conniston coolly. "Take another cigarette, old boy, and buck49 up. Now that you haven't a cent, you'll be able to carve your way to fortune."
"That's a philosophic50 way to look at the matter, Dick."
"The only way," rejoined Conniston, emphatically. "When you've cut your moorings you can make for mid-ocean and see life. It's storm that tries the vessel51, Bernard, and you're too good a chap to lie up in port as a dull country squire52."
Bernard looked round, surprised. It was not usual to hear the light-hearted Dicky moralize thus. He was as sententious as Touchstone, and for the moment Gore, who usually gave advice, found himself receiving it. The two seemed to have changed places. Dick noticed the look and slapped Gore on the back. "I've been seeing life since we parted at Eton, old boy," said he, "and it—the trouble of it, I mean—has hammered me into shape."
"It hasn't made you despondent53, though."
"And it never will," said Conniston, emphatically, "until I meet with the woman who refuses to marry me. Then I'll howl."
"You haven't met the woman yet?"
"No. But you have. I can see it in the telltale blush. Bless me, old Gore, how boyish you are. I haven't blushed for years."
"You hardened sinner. Yes! There is a woman, and she is the cause of my trouble."
"The usual case," said the worldly-wise Richard. "Who is she?"
"Her name is Alice," said Gore, slowly, his eyes on the damp grass.
"A pretty unromantic, domestic name. 'Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?'"
"I'm always remembering her," said Gore, angrily. "Don't quote that song, Dick. I used to sing it to her. Poor Alice."
"What's her other name?"
"Malleson—Alice Malleson!"
"Yes! Do you know—?" Here Gore broke off, annoyed with himself. "Of course. How could I forget? Miss Plantagenet is your aunt."
"My rich aunt, who could leave me five thousand a year if she'd only die. But I daresay she'll leave it to Alice with the light-brown hair, and you'll marry her."
"Conniston, don't be an ass11. If you know the story of Miss Malleson's life, you must know that there isn't the slightest chance of her inheriting the money."
"Ah, but, you see, Bernard, I don't know the story."
"You know Miss Plantagenet. She sometimes talks of you."
"How good of her, seeing that I've hardly been in her company for the last ten years. I remember going to "The Bower55" when a small boy, and making myself ill with plums in a most delightful56 kitchen garden. I was scolded by a wonderful old lady as small as a fairy and rather like one in looks—a regular bad fairy."
"No! no. She is very kind."
"She wasn't to me," confessed Conniston; "but I daresay she will have more respect for me now that I'm the head of the family. Lord! to think of that old woman's money."
"Conniston, she would be angry if she knew you had enlisted. She is so proud of her birth and of her connection with the Wests. Why don't you call and tell her—"
"No, indeed. I'll do nothing of the sort. And don't you say a word either, Bernard. I'm going to carve out my own fortune. I don't want money seasoned with advice from that old cat."
"She is not an old cat!"
"She must be, for she wasn't a kitten when I saw her years ago. But about Miss Malleson. Who is she? I know she's Miss Plantagenet's niece. But who is she?"
"She is not the niece—only an adopted one. She has been with Miss Plantagenet for the last nine years, and came from a French convent. Miss Plantagenet treats her like a niece, but it is an understood thing that Alice is to receive no money."
"That looks promising57 for me," said Conniston, pulling his mustache, "but my old aunt is so healthy that I'll be gray in the head before I get a cent. So you've fallen in love with Alice?"
"Yes," sighed Gore, drawing figures with his cane58. "I love her dearly and she loves me. But my grandfather objects. I insisted upon marrying Alice, so he cut me off with a shilling. I expect the money will go to my cousin, Julius Beryl, and, like you, I'll have to content myself with a barren title."
"But why is Sir Simon so hard, Gore?"
Bernard frowned again. "Do you notice how dark I am?" he asked.
"Yes! You have rather an Italian look."
"That's clever of you, Dick. My mother was Italian, the daughter of a noble Florentine family; but in England was nothing but a poor governess. My father married her, and Sir Simon—his father—cut him off. Then when my parents died, my grandfather sent for me, and brought me up. We have never been good friends," sighed Bernard again, "and when I wanted to marry Alice there was a row. I fear I lost my temper. You know from my mother I inherit a fearful temper, nor do I think the Gores59 are the calmest of people. However, Sir Simon swore that he wouldn't have another mésalliance in the family and—"
"Mésalliance?"
"Yes! No one knows who Alice is, and Miss Plantagenet—who does know—won't tell."
"You said no one knew, and now you say Miss Plantagenet does," said Conniston, laughing. "You're getting mixed, Bernard. Well, so you and Sir Simon had a row?"
"A royal row. He ordered me out of the house. I fear I said things to him I should not have said, but my blood was boiling at the insults he heaped on Alice. And you know Sir Simon is a miser60. My extravagance—though I really wasn't very extravagant—might have done something to get his back up. However, the row came off, and I was turned away. I came to town, and could see nothing better to do than enlist, so I have been in the Yeomanry for the last four months, and have managed to reach the rank of corporal. I go out to the war soon."
"We'll go together," said Conniston, brightening, "and then when you come back covered with glory, Sir Simon—"
"No. He won't relent unless I give up Alice, and that I will not do. What does it matter if Alice is nameless? I love her, and that is enough for me!"
"And too much for your grandfather, evidently. But what about that cousin of yours, you used to talk of? Lucy something—"
"Lucy Randolph. Oh, she's a dear little girl, and has been an angel. She is trying to soothe61 Sir Simon, and all through has stood my friend. I made her promise that she would put a lamp in the Red Window when Sir Simon relented—if he ever does relent."
Conniston looked puzzled. "The Red Window?"
"Ah! You don't know the legend of the Red Window. There is a window of that sort at the Hall, which was used during the Parliamentary wars to advise loyal cavaliers of danger. It commands a long prospect62 down the side avenue. The story is too long to tell you. But, you see, Conniston, I can't get near the house, and my only chance of knowing if Sir Simon is better disposed towards me is by looking from the outside of the park up to the Red Window. If this shows a red light I know that he is relenting; if not, he is still angry. I have been once or twice to the Hall," said Gore, shaking his head, "but no light has been shown."
"What a roundabout way of letting you know things. Can't Lucy write?"
Gore shook his head again. "No. You see, she is engaged to Julius, who hates me."
"Oh, that Beryl man. He comes in for the money?"
"Now that I'm chucked I suppose he will," said Bernard, gloomily; "and I don't want to get poor Lucy into his black books, as he isn't a nice sort of chap. He won't thank her if she tries to bias63 the old man in my favor. And then there's the housekeeper64 who doesn't like me—Mrs. Gilroy her name is. She and Julius will both keep Sir Simon's temper alive. I can't write to him, or my letter would be intercepted65 and destroyed by Mrs. Gilroy. Lucy can't write me because of Julius, so my only chance of knowing if the old man is thinking better of his determination is by watching for the red light. I shall go down again twice before I leave for Africa."
"And if you see the red light you won't stick to soldiering?"
"Yes, I will. But I'll then walk boldly up to the Hall and tell Sir Simon how sorry I am. But in any case I intend to fight for my country. Alice herself [pg 21]wouldn't ask me to be a coward and leave. I go to the Cape with you, Conniston," said Bernard, rising.
"Good old chap," said Conniston, delighted, "you're the only fellow I'd care to chum up with. I have often thought of you since we parted. But you rarely wrote to me."
"You were the better correspondent, I admit," said Gore, as they walked across the bridge. "I am ashamed I did not continue our school friendship, as we always were such chums, but—"
"The inevitable66 woman. Ah, Delilah always comes between David and Jonathan."
"Don't call Alice by that name!" fired up Gore.
"Well, then, I won't. But don't get in a wax. What a fire-brand you are, Gore! Just as fierce as you were at school."
"Yes," said Bernard, quieting down. "I only hope my bad temper will not ruin me some day. I tell you, Conniston, when Sir Simon pitched into me I felt inclined to throw something at his head. He was most insulting. I didn't mind what he said about me, but when he began to slang Alice I told him I'd pitch him out of the window if he didn't stop. And I said many other foolish things."
"Shouldn't do that. He's an old man."
"I know—I know. I was a fool. But you have no idea how readily my temper gets the better of me. I could strangle anyone who said a word against my Alice."
"Well, don't strangle me," said Conniston, laughing. "I won't call her Delilah again, I promise you. But about your Red Window business—you needn't go down to the Hall for a week or so."
"Why not?"
"Because Sir Simon is in town."
"Nonsense. He never comes to town."
"He has this time. Queerly enough, his lawyers are mine. I saw him at the office and asked who he was. Durham, my lawyer friend, told me."
"How long ago was that?"
"Three days. I came up on business, and was in plains!"
"Plains?"
"What! you a soldier and don't know plain clothes are called so. You are an old ass, Bernard. But, I say, I've got digs of a sort hereabouts. Come and dine with me to-night."
"But I haven't any dress clothes. I got rid of them, thinking I was going to the Cape sooner."
"Then come in khaki. You look A 1 in it. Here's the address," and Conniston hastily scribbled67 something on his card. "I shall expect you at seven."
The two friends parted with a hearty68 handshake, and Gore walked away feeling happier than he had been. Conniston, gazing after him, felt a tug69 at his coat. He looked down, and saw a small boy. "Judas," said Conniston, "you young brute! How did you know me?"
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