“Why not?”
“Oh, look at the weather; it is something too awful.”
As she spoke2 a whirl of snow beat with a muffled3 patter against the cosy4 red-curtained window, while a long blast of wind shrieked5 and whistled through the branches of the great white-limbed elms which skirted the garden.
Robert McIntyre rose from the sketch6 upon which he had been working, and taking one of the lamps in his hand peered out into the darkness. The long skeleton limbs of the bare trees tossed and quivered dimly amid the whirling drift. His sister sat by the fire, her fancy-work in her lap, and looked up at her brothers profile which showed against the brilliant yellow light. It was a handsome face, young and fair and clear cut, with wavy7 brown hair combed backwards8 and rippling9 down into that outward curve at the ends which one associates with the artistic10 temperament11. There was refinement12 too in his slightly puckered13 eyes, his dainty gold-rimmed pince-nez glasses, and in the black velveteen coat which caught the light so richly upon its shoulder. In his mouth only there was something—a suspicion of coarseness, a possibility of weakness—which in the eyes of some, and of his sister among them, marred14 the grace and beauty of his features. Yet, as he was wont15 himself to say, when one thinks that each poor mortal is heir to a legacy16 of every evil trait or bodily taint17 of so vast a line of ancestors, lucky indeed is the man who does not find that Nature has scored up some long-owing family debt upon his features.
And indeed in this case the remorseless creditor18 had gone so far as to exact a claim from the lady also, though in her case the extreme beauty of the upper part of the face drew the eye away from any weakness which might be found in the lower. She was darker than her brother—so dark that her heavily coiled hair seemed to be black until the light shone slantwise across it. The delicate, half-petulant features, the finely traced brows, and the thoughtful, humorous eyes were all perfect in their way, and yet the combination left something to be desired. There was a vague sense of a flaw somewhere, in feature or in expression, which resolved itself, when analysed, into a slight out-turning and droop19 of the lower lip; small indeed, and yet pronounced enough to turn what would have been a beautiful face into a merely pretty one. Very despondent21 and somewhat cross she looked as she leaned back in the armchair, the tangle22 of bright-coloured silks and of drab holland upon her lap, her hands clasped behind her head, with her snowy forearms and little pink elbows projecting on either side.
“I know he won't come,” she repeated.
“Nonsense, Laura! Of course he'll come. A sailor and afraid of the weather!”
“Ha!” She raised her finger, and a smile of triumph played over her face, only to die away again into a blank look of disappointment. “It is only papa,” she murmured.
A shuffling23 step was heard in the hall, and a little peaky man, with his slippers24 very much down at the heels, came shambling into the room. Mr. McIntyre, sen., was pale and furtive-looking, with a thin straggling red beard shot with grey, and a sunken downcast face. Ill-fortune and ill-health had both left their marks upon him. Ten years before he had been one of the largest and richest gunmakers in Birmingham, but a long run of commercial bad luck had sapped his great fortune, and had finally driven him into the Bankruptcy25 Court. The death of his wife on the very day of his insolvency26 had filled his cup of sorrow, and he had gone about since with a stunned27, half-dazed expression upon his weak pallid28 face which spoke of a mind unhinged. So complete had been his downfall that the family would have been reduced to absolute poverty were it not for a small legacy of two-hundred a year which both the children had received from one of their uncles upon the mother's side who had amassed29 a fortune in Australia. By combining their incomes, and by taking a house in the quiet country district of Tamfield, some fourteen miles from the great Midland city, they were still able to live with some approach to comfort. The change, however, was a bitter one to all—to Robert, who had to forego the luxuries dear to his artistic temperament, and to think of turning what had been merely an overruling hobby into a means of earning a living; and even more to Laura, who winced30 before the pity of her old friends, and found the lanes and fields of Tamfield intolerably dull after the life and bustle31 of Edgbaston. Their discomfort32 was aggravated33 by the conduct of their father, whose life now was one long wail34 over his misfortunes, and who alternately sought comfort in the Prayer-book and in the decanter for the ills which had befallen him.
To Laura, however, Tamfield presented one attraction, which was now about to be taken from her. Their choice of the little country hamlet as their residence had been determined35 by the fact of their old friend, the Reverend John Spurling, having been nominated as the vicar. Hector Spurling, the elder son, two months Laura's senior, had been engaged to her for some years, and was, indeed, upon the point of marrying her when the sudden financial crash had disarranged their plans. A sub-lieutenant36 in the Navy, he was home on leave at present, and hardly an evening passed without his making his way from the Vicarage to Elmdene, where the McIntyres resided. To-day, however, a note had reached them to the effect that he had been suddenly ordered on duty, and that he must rejoin his ship at Portsmouth by the next evening. He would look in, were it but for half-an-hour, to bid them adieu.
“Why, where's Hector?” asked Mr. McIntyre, blinking round from side to side.
“He's not come, father. How could you expect him to come on such a night as this? Why, there must be two feet of snow in the glebe field.”
“Not come, eh?” croaked37 the old man, throwing himself down upon the sofa. “Well, well, it only wants him and his father to throw us over, and the thing will be complete.”
“How can you even hint at such a thing, father?” cried Laura indignantly. “They have been as true as steel. What would they think if they heard you.”
“I think, Robert,” he said, disregarding his daughter's protest, “that I will have a drop, just the very smallest possible drop, of brandy. A mere20 thimbleful will do; but I rather think I have caught cold during the snowstorm to-day.”
“I'm afraid there is nothing in the house, father,” she said.
“Laura! Laura!” He shook his head as one more in sorrow than in anger. “You are no longer a girl, Laura; you are a woman, the manager of a household, Laura. We trust in you. We look entirely40 towards you. And yet you leave your poor brother Robert without any brandy, to say nothing of me, your father. Good heavens, Laura! what would your mother have said? Think of accidents, think of sudden illness, think of apoplectic41 fits, Laura. It is a very grave res—a very grave response—a very great risk that you run.”
“As a medicine it is invaluable43, Robert. To be used, you understand, and not to be abused. That's the whole secret of it. But I'll step down to the Three Pigeons for half an hour.”
“My dear father,” cried the young man “you surely are not going out upon such a night. If you must have brandy could I not send Sarah for some? Please let me send Sarah; or I would go myself, or—”
Pip! came a little paper pellet from his sister's chair on to the sketch-book in front of him! He unrolled it and held it to the light.
“Well, in any case, wrap yourself up warm,” he continued, laying bare his sudden change of front with a masculine clumsiness which horrified45 his sister. “Perhaps it is not so cold as it looks. You can't lose your way, that is one blessing46. And it is not more than a hundred yards.”
With many mumbles47 and grumbles48 at his daughter's want of foresight49, old McIntyre struggled into his great-coat and wrapped his scarf round his long thin throat. A sharp gust50 of cold wind made the lamps flicker51 as he threw open the hall-door. His two children listened to the dull fall of his footsteps as he slowly picked out the winding52 garden path.
“He gets worse—he becomes intolerable,” said Robert at last. “We should not have let him out; he may make a public exhibition of himself.”
“But it's Hector's last night,” pleaded Laura. “It would be dreadful if they met and he noticed anything. That was why I wished him to go.”
“Then you were only just in time,” remarked her brother, “for I hear the gate go, and—yes, you see.”
As he spoke a cheery hail came from outside, with a sharp rat-tat at the window. Robert stepped out and threw open the door to admit a tall young man, whose black frieze53 jacket was all mottled and glistening54 with snow crystals. Laughing loudly he shook himself like a Newfoundland dog, and kicked the snow from his boots before entering the little lamplit room.
Hector Spurling's profession was written in every line of his face. The clean-shaven lip and chin, the little fringe of side whisker, the straight decisive mouth, and the hard weather-tanned cheeks all spoke of the Royal Navy. Fifty such faces may be seen any night of the year round the mess-table of the Royal Naval55 College in Portsmouth Dockyard—faces which bear a closer resemblance to each other than brother does commonly to brother. They are all cast in a common mould, the products of a system which teaches early self-reliance, hardihood, and manliness—a fine type upon the whole; less refined and less intellectual, perhaps, than their brothers of the land, but full of truth and energy and heroism56. In figure he was straight, tall, and well-knit, with keen grey eyes, and the sharp prompt manner of a man who has been accustomed both to command and to obey.
“You had my note?” he said, as he entered the room. “I have to go again, Laura. Isn't it a bore? Old Smithers is short-handed, and wants me back at once.” He sat down by the girl, and put his brown hand across her white one. “It won't be a very large order this time,” he continued. “It's the flying squadron business—Madeira, Gibraltar, Lisbon, and home. I shouldn't wonder if we were back in March.”
“It seems only the other day that you landed.” she answered.
“Poor little girl! But it won't be long. Mind you take good care of her, Robert when I am gone. And when I come again, Laura, it will be the last time mind! Hang the money! There are plenty who manage on less. We need not have a house. Why should we? You can get very nice rooms in Southsea at 2 pounds a week. McDougall, our paymaster, has just married, and he only gives thirty shillings. You would not be afraid, Laura?”
“No, indeed.”
“The dear old governor is so awfully57 cautious. Wait, wait, wait, that's always his cry. I tell him that he ought to have been in the Government Heavy Ordnance58 Department. But I'll speak to him tonight. I'll talk him round. See if I don't. And you must speak to your own governor. Robert here will back you up. And here are the ports and the dates that we are due at each. Mind that you have a letter waiting for me at every one.”
He took a slip of paper from the side pocket of his coat, but, instead of handing it to the young lady, he remained staring at it with the utmost astonishment59 upon his face.
“Well, I never!” he exclaimed. “Look here, Robert; what do you call this?”
“Hold it to the light. Why, it's a fifty-pound Bank of England note. Nothing remarkable60 about it that I can see.”
“On the contrary. It's the queerest thing that ever happened to me. I can't make head or tail of it.”
“Come, then, Hector,” cried Miss McIntyre with a challenge in her eyes. “Something very queer happened to me also to-day. I'll bet a pair of gloves that my adventure was more out of the common than yours, though I have nothing so nice to show at the end of it.”
“Come, I'll take that, and Robert here shall be the judge.”
“State your cases.” The young artist shut up his sketch-book, and rested his head upon his hands with a face of mock solemnity. “Ladies first! Go along Laura, though I think I know something of your adventure already.”
“It was this morning, Hector,” she said. “Oh, by the way, the story will make you wild. I had forgotten that. However, you mustn't mind, because, really, the poor fellow was perfectly61 mad.”
“What on earth was it?” asked the young officer, his eyes travelling from the bank-note to his fiancee.
“Oh, it was harmless enough, and yet you will confess it was very queer. I had gone out for a walk, but as the snow began to fall I took shelter under the shed which the workmen have built at the near end of the great new house. The men have gone, you know, and the owner is supposed to be coming to-morrow, but the shed is still standing62. I was sitting there upon a packing-case when a man came down the road and stopped under the same shelter. He was a quiet, pale-faced man, very tall and thin, not much more than thirty, I should think, poorly dressed, but with the look and bearing of a gentleman. He asked me one or two questions about the village and the people, which, of course, I answered, until at last we found ourselves chatting away in the pleasantest and easiest fashion about all sorts of things. The time passed so quickly that I forgot all about the snow until he drew my attention to its having stopped for the moment. Then, just as I was turning to go, what in the world do you suppose that he did? He took a step towards me, looked in a sad pensive63 way into my face, and said: `I wonder whether you could care for me if I were without a penny.' Wasn't it strange? I was so frightened that I whisked out of the shed, and was off down the road before he could add another word. But really, Hector, you need not look so black, for when I look back at it I can quite see from his tone and manner that he meant no harm. He was thinking aloud, without the least intention of being offensive. I am convinced that the poor fellow was mad.”
“Hum! There was some method in his madness, it seems to me,” remarked her brother.
“There would have been some method in my kicking,” said the lieutenant savagely64. “I never heard of a more outrageous65 thing in my life.”
“Now, I said that you would be wild!” She laid her white hand upon the sleeve of his rough frieze jacket. “It was nothing. I shall never see the poor fellow again. He was evidently a stranger to this part of the country. But that was my little adventure. Now let us have yours.”
The young man crackled the bank-note between his fingers and thumb, while he passed his other hand over his hair with the action of a man who strives to collect himself.
“It is some ridiculous mistake,” he said. “I must try and set it right. Yet I don't know how to set about it either. I was going down to the village from the Vicarage just after dusk when I found a fellow in a trap who had got himself into broken water. One wheel had sunk into the edge of the ditch which had been hidden by the snow, and the whole thing was high and dry, with a list to starboard enough to slide him out of his seat. I lent a hand, of course, and soon had the wheel in the road again. It was quite dark, and I fancy that the fellow thought that I was a bumpkin, for we did not exchange five words. As he drove off he shoved this into my hand. It is the merest chance that I did not chuck it away, for, feeling that it was a crumpled66 piece of paper, I imagined that it must be a tradesman's advertisement or something of the kind. However, as luck would have it, I put it in my pocket, and there I found it when I looked for the dates of our cruise. Now you know as much of the matter as I do.”
Brother and sister stared at the black and white crinkled note with astonishment upon their faces.
“Why, your unknown traveller must have been Monte Cristo, or Rothschild at the least!” said Robert. “I am bound to say, Laura, that I think you have lost your bet.”
“Oh, I am quite content to lose it. I never heard of such a piece of luck. What a perfectly delightful67 man this must be to know.”
“But I can't take his money,” said Hector Spurling, looking somewhat ruefully at the note. “A little prize-money is all very well in its way, but a Johnny must draw the line somewhere. Besides it must have been a mistake. And yet he meant to give me something big, for he could not mistake a note for a coin. I suppose I must advertise for the fellow.”
“It seems a pity too,” remarked Robert. “I must say that I don't quite see it in the same light that you do.”
“Indeed I think that you are very Quixotic, Hector,” said Laura McIntyre. “Why should you not accept it in the spirit in which it was meant? You did this stranger a service—perhaps a greater service than you know of—and he meant this as a little memento68 of the occasion. I do not see that there is any possible reason against your keeping it.”
“Oh, come!” said the young sailor, with an embarrassed laugh, “it is not quite the thing—not the sort of story one would care to tell at mess.”
“In any case you are off to-morrow morning,” observed Robert. “You have no time to make inquiries69 about the mysterious Croesus. You must really make the best of it.”
“Well, look here, Laura, you put it in your work-basket,” cried Hector Spurling. “You shall be my banker, and if the rightful owner turns up then I can refer him to you. If not, I suppose we must look on it as a kind of salvage-money, though I am bound to say I don't feel entirely comfortable about it.” He rose to his feet, and threw the note down into the brown basket of coloured wools which stood beside her. “Now, Laura, I must up anchor, for I promised the governor to be back by nine. It won't be long this time, dear, and it shall be the last. Good-bye, Robert! Good luck!”
“Good-bye, Hector! Bon voyage!”
The young artist remained by the table, while his sister followed her lover to the door. In the dim light of the hall he could see their figures and overhear their words.
“Next time, little girl?”
“Next time be it, Hector.”
“And nothing can part us?”
“Nothing.”
“In the whole world?”
“Nothing.”
Robert discreetly70 closed the door. A moment later a thud from without, and the quick footsteps crunching71 on the snow told him that their visitor had departed.
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