The men flocked into the serving-room, passed it, and rattled2 down the stairs. Samuel Lynn was changing his coat to follow, and William Halliburton was waiting for him, his cap on, for he walked to and fro with the Quaker, when Mr. Ashley's voice was heard from his room: the counting-house, as it was frequently called.
"William!" It was usual to distinguish the boys by their Christian3 name only; the men by both their Christian and surnames. Samuel Lynn was "Mr. Lynn."
"Did thee not hear the master calling to thee?"
William had certainly heard Mr. Ashley's voice; but it was so unusual to be called by it, that he had paid no attention. He had very little communication with Mr. Ashley; in the three or four weeks he had now been at the manufactory Mr. Ashley had not spoken to him a dozen words. He hastened into the counting-house, taking off his cap in the presence of Mr. Ashley.
"Have the men gone to tea?" inquired Mr. Ashley, who was sealing a letter.
"Yes, sir," replied William.
"Is George Dance gone?" George Dance was an apprentice5, and it was his business to take the letters to the post.
"They are all gone, sir, except Mr. Lynn; and James Meeking, who is waiting to lock up."
"Do you know the post-office?"
"Oh, yes, sir. It is in West Street, at the other end of the town."
"Take this letter, and put it carefully in."
William received the letter from Mr. Ashley, and dropped it into his jacket pocket. It was addressed to Bristol; the London mail-bags were already made up. Mr. Ashley put on his hat and departed, followed by Samuel Lynn and William. James Meeking locked up, as it was his invariable business to do, and carried the keys into his own house. He inhabited part of the ground floor of the premises7.
"Are thee not coming home with me this evening?" inquired Samuel Lynn of William, who was turning off the opposite way.
"No; the master has given me a letter to post. I have also an errand to do for my mother."
It happened (things do happen in a curious sort of way in this world) that Mrs. Halliburton had desired William to bring her in some candles and soap at tea-time, and to purchase them at Lockett's shop. Lockett's shop was rather far off; there were others nearer; but Lockett's goods were of the best quality, and his extensive trade enabled him to sell a halfpenny a pound cheaper. A halfpenny was a halfpenny with Jane then. William went on his way, walking fast.
As he was passing the cathedral, he came into contact with the college boys, then just let out of school. It was the first day that Gar had joined; he had received his appointment, according to promise. Very thankful was Jane; in spite of the drawback of having to provide them with linen9 surplices. William halted to see if he could discern Gar amidst the throng10: it was not unnatural11 that he should look for him.
One of the boys caught sight of William standing12 there. It was Cyril Dare, the third son of Mr. Dare, a boy older and considerably13 bigger than William.
"If there's not another of that Halliburton lot posted there!" cried he, to a knot of those around. "Perhaps he will be coming amongst us next—because we have not enough with the two! Look at the fellow, staring at us! He is a common errand-boy at Ashley's."
Frank Halliburton, who, little as he was, wanted neither for spirit nor pluck, heard the words and confronted Cyril Dare. "That is my brother," said he. "What have you to say against him?"
Cyril Dare cast a glance of scorn on Frank, regarding him from top to toe. "You audacious young puppy! I say he is a snob14. There!"
"Then I say he is not," retorted Frank. "You are one yourself, for saying it."
Cyril Dare, big enough to have crushed Frank to death, speedily had him on the ground, and treated him not very mercifully when there. William, a witness to this, but not understanding it, pushed his way through the crowd to protect Frank. All he saw was that Frank was down, and two big boys were kicking him.
"Let him alone!" cried he. "How can you be so cowardly as to attack a little fellow? And two of you! Shame!"
Now, if there was one earthly thing that the college boys would not brook15, it was being interfered16 with by a stranger. William suffered. Frank's treatment had been nothing to what he had to submit to. He was knocked down, trampled17 on, kicked, buffeted18, abused; Cyril Dare being the chief and primary aggressor. At that moment the under-master came in view, and the boys made off—all except Cyril Dare.
Reined19 in against the wall, at a few yards' distance, was a lad on a pony20. He had delicately expressive21 features, large soft brown eyes, a complexion22 too bright for health, and wavy23 dark hair. The face was beautiful; but two upright lines were indented24 in the white forehead, as if worn there by pain, and the one ungloved hand was white and thin. He was as old as William within a year; but, slight and fragile, would be taken to be much younger. Seeing and hearing—though not very clearly—what had passed, he touched his pony, and rode up to Cyril Dare. The latter was beginning to walk away leisurely25, in the wake of his companions; the upper boys were rather fond of ignoring the presence of the under-master. Cyril turned at hearing himself called.
"What! Is it you, Henry Ashley? Where did you spring from?"
"Cyril Dare," was the answer, "you are a wretched coward."
Cyril Dare was feeling anger yet, and the words did not lessen26 it. "Of course you can say so!" he cried. "You know that you can say what you like with impunity27. One can't chastise28 a cripple like you."
The brilliant, painful colour flushed into the face of Henry Ashley. To allude29 openly to infirmity such as this is as iron entering into the soul. Upon a sensitive, timid, refined nature (and those suffering from this sort of affliction are nearly sure to possess that nature), it falls with a bitterness that can neither be conceived by others nor spoken of by themselves. Henry Ashley braved it out.
"A coward, and a double coward!" he repeated, looking Cyril Dare full in the face, whilst the transparent30 flush grew hotter on his own. "You struck a young boy down, and then kicked him; and for nothing but that he stood up like a trump31 at your abuse of his brother."
"You couldn't hear," returned Cyril Dare roughly.
"I heard enough. I say that you are a coward."
"I don't care if they are chimney-sweeps. It does not make you less a coward. And you'll be one as long as you live. If I had my strength, I'd serve you out as you served them out."
"Ah, but you have not your strength, you know!" mocked Cyril. "And as you seem to be going into one of your heroic fits, I shall make a start, for I have no time to waste on them."
He tore away. Henry Ashley turned his pony and addressed William. Both boys had spoken rapidly, so that scarcely a minute had passed, and William had only just risen from the ground. He leaned against the wall, giddy, as he wiped the blood from his face. "Are you much hurt?" asked Henry, kindly33, his large dark eyes full of sympathy.
"No, thank you; it is nothing," replied William. "He is a great coward, though, whoever he is."
"It is Cyril Dare," called out Frank.
"Yes, it is Cyril Dare," continued Henry Ashley. "I have been telling him what a coward he is. I am ashamed of him: he is my cousin, in a remote degree. I am glad you are not hurt."
Henry Ashley rode away towards his home. Frank followed in the same direction; as did Gar, who now came in view. William proceeded up the town. He was a little hurt, although he had disowned it to Henry Ashley. His head felt light, his arms ached; perhaps the sensation of giddiness was as much from the want of food as anything. He purchased what was required for his mother; and then made the best of his way home again. Mr. Ashley's letter had gone clean out of his head.
Frank, in the manner usual with boys, carried home so exaggerated a story of William's damages, that Jane expected to see him arrive half-killed. Samuel Lynn heard of it, and said William might stop at home that evening. It has never been mentioned that his hours were from six till eight in the morning, from nine till one, from two till five, and from six till eight. These were Mr. Lynn's hours, and William was allowed to keep the same; the men had half-an-hour less allowed for breakfast and tea.
William was glad of the rest, after his battle, and the evening passed on. It was growing late, almost bedtime, when suddenly there flashed into his memory Mr. Ashley's letter. He put his hand into his jacket-pocket. There it lay, snug34 and safe. With a few words of explanation to his mother, so hasty and incoherent that she did not understand a syllable35, he snatched his cap, and flew away in the direction of the town.
Boys have good legs and lungs; and William scarcely slackened speed until he gained the post-office, not far short of a mile. Dropping the letter into the box, he stood against the wall to recover breath. A clerk was standing at the door whistling; and at that moment a gentleman, apparently36 a stranger, came out of a neighbouring hotel, a letter in hand.
"This is the head post-office, I believe?" said he to the clerk.
"Yes."
"Am I in time to post a letter for Bristol?"
"No, sir. The bags for the Bristol mail are made up. It will be through the town directly."
William heard this with consternation37. If it was too late for this gentleman's letter, it was too late for Mr. Ashley's.
He said nothing to any one that night; but he lay awake thinking over what might be the consequences of his forgetfulness. The letter might be one of importance; Mr. Ashley might discharge him for his neglect—and the weekly four shillings had grown into an absolute necessity. William possessed38 a large share of conscientiousness39, and the fault disturbed him much.
When he came down at six, he found his mother up and at work. He gave her the history of what had happened. "What can be done?" he asked.
"I suppose I ought to tell Mr. Ashley."
"Do not say 'I suppose,' my dear. You must tell him."
"Yes, I know I must," he acknowledged. "I have been thinking about it all night. But I don't like to."
"Ah, child! we have many things to do that we 'don't like.' But the first trouble is always the worst. Look it fully6 in the face, and it will melt away. There is no help for it in this matter, William; your duty is plain. There's Mr. Lynn looking out for you."
William went out, heavy with the thought of the task he should have to accomplish after breakfast. He knew that he must do it. It was a duty, as his mother had said; and she had fully impressed upon them all, from their infancy41, the necessity of looking out for their duty and doing it, whether in great things or in small.
Mr. Ashley entered the manufactory that morning at his usual hour, half-past nine. He opened and read his letters, and then was engaged for some time with Samuel Lynn. By ten o'clock the counting-house was clear. Mr. Ashley was alone in it, and William knew that his time was come. He went in, and approached Mr. Ashley's desk.
Mr. Ashley, who was writing, looked up. "What is it?"
William's face grew red and white by turns. He was of a remarkably42 sensitive nature; and these sensitive natures cannot help betraying their inward emotion. Try as he would, he could not get a word out. Mr. Ashley was surprised. "What is the matter?" he wonderingly asked.
"If you please, sir—I am very sorry—it is about the letter," he stammered43, and was unable to get any further.
"The letter!" repeated Mr. Ashley. "What letter? Not the letter I gave you to post?"
"I forgot it, sir,"—and William's own voice sounded to his ear painfully clear.
"Forgot to post it! That was unpardonably careless. Where is the letter?"
"I forgot it, sir, until night, and then I ran to the post-office and put it in. Afterwards I heard the clerk say that the Bristol bags were made up, so of course it would not go. I am very sorry, sir," he repeated, after a pause.
"How came you to forget it? You ought to have gone direct from here, and posted it."
"So I did go, sir. That is I was going, but——"
"But what?" returned Mr. Ashley, for William had made a dead standstill.
"The college boys set on me, sir. They were ill-using my brother, and I interfered; and then they turned upon me. It made me forget the letter."
"It was you who got into an affray with the college boys, was it?" cried Mr. Ashley. He had heard his son's version of the affair, without suspecting that it related to William.
William waited by the desk. "If you please, sir, was it of great consequence?"
"It might have been. Do not be guilty of such carelessness again."
"I will try not, sir."
Mr. Ashley looked down at his writing. William waited. He did not suppose it was over, and he wanted to know the worst. "Why do you stay?" asked Mr. Ashley.
"I hope you will not turn me away for it, sir," he said, his colour changing again.
"Well—not this time," replied Mr. Ashley, smiling to himself. "But I'll tell you what I should have felt inclined to turn you away for," he added—"concealing the fact from me. Whatever fault, omission44, or accident you may commit, always acknowledge it at once; it is the best plan, and the easiest. You may go back to your work now."
William left the room with a lighter45 step. Mr. Ashley looked after him. "That's an honest lad," thought he. "He might just as well have kept it from me; calculating on the chances of its not coming out: many boys would have done so. He has been brought up in a good school."
Before the day was over, William came again into contact with Mr. Ashley. That gentleman sometimes made his appearance in the manufactory in an evening—not always. He did not on this one. When Samuel Lynn and William entered it on their return from tea, a gentleman was waiting in the counting-house on business. Samuel Lynn, who was, on such occasions, Mr. Ashley's alter ego46, came out of the counting-house presently, with a note in his hand.
"Thee put on thy cap, and take this to the master's house. Ask to see him, and say that I wait for an answer."
William ran off with the note: no fear of his forgetting this time. It was addressed in the plain form used by the Quakers, "Thomas Ashley;" and could William have looked inside, he would have seen, instead of the complimentary47 "Sir," that the commencement was, "Respected Friend." He observed his mother sitting close at her window, to catch what remained of the declining light, and nodded to her as he passed.
"Can I see Mr. Ashley?" he inquired, when he reached the house.
The servant replied that he could. He left William in the hall, and opened the door of the dining-room; a handsome room, of lofty proportions. Mr. Ashley was slowly pacing it to and fro, whilst Henry sat at a table, preparing his Latin exercise for his tutor. It was Mr. Ashley's custom to help Henry with his Latin, easing difficulties to him by explanation. Henry was very backward with his classics; he had not yet begun Greek: his own private hope was, that he never should begin it. His sufferings rendered learning always irksome, sometimes unbearable48. The same cause frequently made him irritable—an irritation49 that could not be checked, as it would have been in a more healthy boy. The servant told his master he was wanted, and Mr. Ashley looked into the hall.
"Oh, is it you, William?" he said. "Come in."
William advanced. "Mr. Lynn said I was to see yourself, sir, and to say that he waited for an answer."
Mr. Ashley opened the note, and read it by the lamp on Henry's table. It was not dark outside, and the chandelier was not lighted, but Henry's lamp was. "Sit down," said Mr. Ashley to William, and left the room, note in hand.
William felt it was something, Mr. Ashley's recognizing a difference between him and those black boys in the manufactory: they would scarcely have been told to sit in the hall. William sat down on the first chair at hand. Henry Ashley looked at him, and he recognized him as the boy who had been maltreated by the college boys on the previous day; but Henry was in no mood to be sociable50, or even condescending—he never was, when over his lessons. His hip51 was giving him pain, and his exercise was making him fractious.
"There! it's always the case! Another five minutes, and I should have finished this horrid52 exercise. Papa is sure to go away, or be called away, when he's helping53 me! It's a shame."
Mrs. Ashley opened the door at this juncture54, and looked into the room. "I thought your papa was here, Henry."
"No, he is not here. He has gone to his study, and I am stuck fast. Some blessed note has come, which he has to attend to: and I don't know whether this word should be put in the ablative or the dative! I'll run the pen through it!"
"Oh, Henry, Henry! Do not be so impatient."
Mrs. Ashley shut the door again; and Henry continued to worry himself, making no progress, except in fretfulness. At length William approached him. "Will you let me help you?"
Surprise brought Henry's grumbling55 to a standstill. "You!" he exclaimed. "Do you know anything of Latin?"
"I am very much farther in it than what you are doing. My brother Gar is as far as that. Shall I help you? You have put that wrong; it ought to be in the accusative."
"Well, if you can help me, you may, for I want to get it over," said Henry, with a doubting stress upon the "can." "You can sit down, if you wish to," he patronizingly added.
"Thank you, I don't care about sitting down," replied William, beginning at once upon his task.
The two boys were soon deep in the exercise, William not doing it, but rendering56 it easy to Henry; in the same manner that Mr. Halliburton, when he was at that stage, used to make it clear to him.
"I say," cried Henry, "who taught you?"
"Papa. He gave a great deal of time to me, and that got me on. I can see a wrong word there," added William, casting his eyes to the top of the page. "It ought to be in the vocative, and you have put it in the dative."
"You are mistaken, then. Papa told me that: and he is not likely to be wrong. Papa is one of the best classical scholars of the day—although he is a manufacturer," added Henry, who, through his relatives, the Dares, had been infected with a contempt for business.
"It should be in the vocative," repeated William.
"I shan't alter it. The idea of your finding fault with Mr. Ashley's Latin! Let us get on. What case is this?"
The last word of the exercise was being written, when Mr. Ashley opened the door and called to William. He gave him a note for Mr. Lynn, and William departed. Mr. Ashley returned to complete the interrupted exercise.
"I say, papa, that fellow knows Latin," began Henry.
"What fellow?" returned Mr. Ashley.
"Why, that chap of yours who has been here. He has helped me through my exercise. Not doing it for me: you need not be afraid; but explaining to me how to do it. He made it easier to me than you do, papa."
Mr. Ashley took the book in his hand, and saw that it was correct. He knew Henry could not, or would not, have made it so himself. Henry continued:
"He said his papa used to explain it to him. Fancy one of your manufactory errand-boys saying 'papa.'"
"You must not class him with the ordinary errand-boys, Henry. The boy has been as well brought up as you have."
"To me? Oh no. He is as civil a fellow as ever I spoke4 to. Indeed, but for remembering who he was, I should call him a gentlemanly fellow. Whilst he was telling me, I forgot who he was, and talked to him as an equal, and he talked to me as one. I call him impudent, because he found fault with your Latin."
"Indeed!" returned Mr. Ashley, an amused smile parting his lips.
"He says this word's wrong. That it ought to be in the vocative case."
"You told me the dative, papa."
"That I certainly did not, Henry. The mistake must have been your own."
"He persisted that it was wrong, although I told him it was your Latin. Papa, it is the same boy who had the row yesterday with Cyril Dare. What a pity it is, though, that a fellow so well up in his Latin should be shut up in a manufactory!"
"The only 'pity' is, that he is in it too early," was the response of Mr. Ashley. "His Latin would not be any detriment61 to his being in a manufactory, or the manufactory to his Latin. I am a manufacturer myself, Henry. You appear to ignore that sometimes."
"I shall cause you to drop the acquaintance of the Dares, if you allow yourself to listen to all the false and foolish notions they may give utterance62 to. Cyril Dare will probably go into a manufactory himself."
"I do," returned Mr. Ashley, in a significant tone. Henry was surprised at the news. He knew his father never advanced a decided64 opinion unless he had good grounds for it. He burst into a laugh. The notion of Cyril Dare's going into a manufactory tickled65 his fancy amazingly.
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