"Not frightened," replied Cyril. "We are only hot. We had a run for it."
"A run for what?" she repeated. "When I say I will know a thing, I mean to know it. I ask you what you have been doing?"
"It's nothing very dreadful, that you need put yourself out," replied George. "One of old Markham's windows has come to grief."
"Then that's through throwing stones again!" exclaimed Mrs. Dare. "Now I am certain of it, and you need not attempt to deny it. You shall pay for it out of your own pocket-money if he comes here, as he did the last time."
"Ah, but he won't come here," returned Cyril. "He didn't see us. Is tea not ready?"
"You can go to the school-room and see. You are to take it there this evening."
The boys tore away to the school-room. Unlike Julia, they did not care where they took it, provided they had it. Miss Benyon was pouring out the tea as they entered. They threw themselves on a sofa, and burst into a fit of laughter so immoderate and long that their two young sisters crowded round eagerly, asking to hear the joke.
"It was the primest fun!" cried Cyril, when he could speak. "We have just smashed one of Markham's windows. The old woman was at it in a nightcap, and I think the stone must have touched her head. Markham and Herbert were holding a confab together and they never saw us!"
"We were chucking at the leathering bats," put in George, jealous that his brother should have all the telling to himself, "and the stone——"
"It is leather-winged bat, George," interrupted the governess. "I corrected you the other night."
"What does it matter?" roughly answered George. "I wish you wouldn't put me out. A leathering-bat dipped down nearly right upon our heads, and we both heaved at him, and one of the stones went through the window, nearly taking, as Cyril says, old Mother Markham's head. Won't they be in a temper at having to pay for it! They are as poor as charity."
"They'll make you pay," said Rosa.
"Will they?" retorted Cyril. "No catch, no have! I'll give them leave to make us pay when they find us out. Do you suppose we are donkeys, you girls? We dipped down under the hedge, and not a soul saw us. What's for tea?"
"Bread and butter," replied the governess.
"Then those may eat it that like! I shall have jam."
Cyril rang the bell as he spoke3. Nancy, the maid who waited on the school-room, came in answer to it. "Some jam," said Cyril. "And be quick over it."
"What sort, sir?" inquired Nancy.
"Sort? oh—let's see: damson."
"The damson jam was finished last week, sir. It is nearly the season to make more."
"And bring me up some apricot," put in George.
"And we'll have some gooseberry," called out Rosa. "If you boys have jam, we'll have some too."
Nancy disappeared. Cyril suddenly threw himself back on the sofa, and burst into another ringing laugh. "I can't help it," he exclaimed. "I am thinking of the old woman's fright, and their dismay at having to pay the damage."
"Do you know what I should do in your place, Cyril?" said Miss Benyon. "I should go back to Markham, and tell him honourably6 that I caused the accident. You know how poor they are; they cannot afford to pay for it."
Cyril stared at Miss Benyon. "Where'd be the pull of that?" asked he.
"The 'pull,' Cyril, would be, that you would repair a wrong done to an unoffending neighbour, and might go to sleep with a clear conscience."
The last suggestion amused Cyril amazingly he and conscience had not a great deal to do with each other. He was politely telling Miss Benyon that those notions were good enough for old maids, when Nancy appeared with the several sorts of jam demanded. Cyril drew his chair to the table, and Nancy went down.
"Ring the bell, Rosa," said Cyril, before the girl could well have reached the kitchen. "I can't see one sort from another; we must have candles."
"Ring it yourself," retorted Rosa.
"George, ring the bell," commanded Cyril.
George obeyed. He was under Cyril in the college school, and accustomed to obey him.
"You might have told Nancy when she was here," remarked Miss Benyon to Cyril. "It would have saved her a journey."
"And if it would?" asked Cyril. "What were servants' legs made for, but to be used?"
Nancy received the order for the candles, and brought them up. It was to be hoped her legs were made to be used, for scarcely had Cyril begun to enjoy his black currant jam when they were heard coming up the stairs again.
"Master Cyril, Mr. Markham wants to see you."
Cyril and the rest exchanged looks. "Did you say I was at home?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you were an idiot for your pains! I can't come down, tell him. I am at tea."
Down went Nancy accordingly. And back she came again. "He says he must see you, Master Cyril."
"Be a man, Cyril, and face it," whispered Miss Benyon in his ear.
Cyril jerked his head rudely away from her. "I won't go down. There! Nancy, you may tell Markham so."
"He has sat down on the garden bench, sir, outside the window to wait," explained Nancy. "He says, if you won't see him he shall ask for Mr. Dare."
Cyril appeared to be in for it. He dashed his bread and jam on the table, and clattered7 down. "Who's wanting me?" called out he, when he got outside. "Oh!—is it you, Markham?"
"How came you to throw a stone just now, and break my window, Cyril Dare?"
The words threw Cyril into the greatest apparent surprise. "I throw a stone and break your window!" repeated he. "I don't know what you mean."
"Either you or your brother threw it; you were both together. It entered my mother's bedroom window, and went within an inch of her head. I'll trouble you to send a glazier round to put the pane8 in."
"Well, of all strange accusations9, this is about the strangest!" uttered Cyril. "We have not been near your window; we are upstairs at our tea."
At this juncture10, Mr. Dare came out. He had heard the altercation11 in the house. "What's this?" asked he. "Good evening, Markham."
Markham explained. "They crouched12 down under the hedge when they had done the mischief," he continued, "thinking, no doubt, to get away undetected. But, as it happened, Brooks13 the nurseryman was in his ground behind the opposite hedge, and he saw the whole. He says they were throwing at the bats. Now I should be sorry to get them punished, Mr. Dare; we have been boys ourselves; but if young gentlemen will throw stones, they must pay for any damage they do. I have requested your son to send a glazier round in the morning. I am sorry he should have denied the fact."
Mr. Dare turned to Cyril. "If you did it, why do you deny it?"
Cyril hesitated for the tenth part of a second. Which would be the best policy? To give in, or to hold out? He chose the latter. His word was as good as that confounded Brooks's, and he'd brave it out! "We didn't do it," he angrily said; "we have not been near the place this evening. Brooks must have mistaken others for us in the dusk."
"They did do it, Mr. Dare. There's no mistake about it. Brooks had been watching them, and he thinks it was the bigger one who threw that particular stone. If I had set a house on fire," Markham added to Cyril, "I'd rather confess the accident, than deny it by a lie. What sort of a man do you expect to make?"
"A better one than you!" insolently14 retorted Cyril.
"Wait an instant," said Mr. Dare. He proceeded to the school-room to inquire of George. That young gentleman had been an admiring hearer of the colloquy15 from a staircase-window. He tore back to the school-room on the approach of his father; hastily deciding that he must bear out Cyril in the denial. "Now, George," said Mr. Dare, sternly, "did you and Cyril do this, or did you not?"
"Of course we did not, papa," was the ready reply. "We have not been near Markham's. Brooks must be a fool."
Mr. Dare believed him. He was leaving the room when Miss Benyon interposed.
"Sir, I should be doing wrong to allow you to be deceived. They did break the window."
The address caused Mr. Dare to pause. "How do you know it, Miss Benyon?"
Miss Benyon related what had passed. Mr. Dare cast his eyes sternly upon his youngest son. "It is you who are the fool, George, not Brooks. A lie is sure to get found out in the end; don't attempt to tell another."
Mr. Dare went down. "I cannot come quite to the bottom of this business, Markham," said he, feeling unwilling16 to expose his sons more than they had exposed themselves. "At all events you shall have the window put in. A pane of glass is not much on either side."
"It is a good deal to my pocket, Mr. Dare. But that's all I ask. And you know my character too well to fear I would make a doubtful claim. Brooks is open to inquiry17."
He departed; and Mr. Dare touched Cyril on the arm. "Come with me."
He took him into the room, and there ensued an angry lecture. Cyril thought George had confessed, and stood silent before his father. "What a sneak18 he must have been!" thought Cyril. "Won't I serve him out!"
"If you have acquired the habit of speaking falsely, you had better relinquish19 it," resumed Mr. Dare. "It will not be a recommendation in the eyes of Mr. Ashley."
"I am not going to Ashley's," burst forth20 Cyril; for the mention of the subject was sure to anger him. "Turn manufacturer, indeed! I'd rather——"
"You'd rather be a gentleman at large," interrupted Mr. Dare. "But," he sarcastically21 added, "gentlemen require something to live upon. Listen, Cyril. One of the finest openings that I know of in this city, for a young man, is in Ashley's manufactory. You may despise Mr. Ashley as a manufacturer; but others respect him. He was reared a gentleman—he is regarded as one; he is wealthy, and his business is large and flourishing. Suppose you could drop into this, after him?—succeed to this fine business, its sole proprietor22? I can tell you that you would occupy a better position, and be in receipt of a far larger income than either Anthony or Herbert will be."
"But there's no such chance as that, for me," debated Cyril.
"There is the chance: and that's why you are to be placed there. Henry, from his infirmity, is not to be brought up to business, and there is no other son. You will be apprenticed23 to Mr. Ashley, with a view to succeeding, as a son would, first of all to a partnership24 with him, eventually to the whole. Now, this is the prospect25 before you, Cyril; and prejudiced though you are, you must see that it is a fine one."
"Well," acknowledged Cyril, "I wouldn't object to drop into a good thing like that. Has Mr. Ashley proposed it?"
"No, he has not distinctly proposed it. But he did admit, when your apprenticeship26 was being spoken of, that he might be wanting somebody to succeed him. He more than hinted that whoever might be chosen to succeed him, or to be associated with him, must be rendered fit for the connection by being an estimable and a good man; one held in honour by his fellow citizens. No other could be linked with the name of Ashley. And now, sir, what do you think he, Mr. Ashley, would say to your behaviour to-night?"
Cyril looked rather shame-faced.
"You will go to Mr. Ashley's, Cyril. But I wish you to remember, to remember always, that the ultimate advantages will depend upon yourself and your conduct. Become a good man, and there's little doubt they will be yours; turn out indifferently, and there's not the slightest chance for you."
"I shan't succeed to any of Ashley's money, I suppose?" complacently27 questioned Cyril, who somewhat ignored the conditions, and saw himself in prospective28 Mr. Ashley's successor.
"It is impossible to say what you may succeed to," replied Mr. Dare, in so significant a tone as to surprise Cyril. "Henry Ashley's I should imagine to be a doubtful life; should anything happen to him, Mary Ashley will, of course, inherit all. And he will be a fortunate man who shall get into her good graces and marry her."
It was a broad hint to a boy like Cyril. "She's such a proud thing, that Mary Ashley!" grumbled29 he.
"She is a very sweet child," was the warm rejoinder of Mr. Dare. And Cyril went upstairs again to his jam and his interrupted tea.
Meanwhile the evening went on, and the drawing-room was waiting for Lord Hawkesley. Mrs. Dare and Adelaide were waiting for him—waiting anxiously in elegant attire30. Mr. Dare did not seem to care whether he came or not; and Julia, who was buried in an easy chair with her book, would have preferred, of the two, that he stayed away. Between eight and nine he arrived. A little man; young, fair, with light eyes and sharp features, a somewhat cynical31 expression habitually32 on his lips. Helstonleigh, in its gossip, conjectured33 that he must be making young Anthony Dare useful to him in some way or other, or he would not have condescended34 to the intimacy35. For Lord Hawkesley, a proud man by nature, had been reared as an earl's son and heir; which meant an exclusiveness far greater in those days than it is in these. This was the third evening visit he had paid to Mrs. Dare. Had Adelaide's good looks any attraction for him? She was beginning to think so, and to weave visions upon the strength of it. Entrenched36 as the Dares were in their folly37 and assumption, Adelaide was blind to the wide social gulf38 that lay between herself and Viscount Hawkesley.
She sat down at the piano at his request and sang an Italian song. She had a good voice, and her singing was better than her Italian accent. Lord Hawkesley stood by her and looked over the music.
"I like your style of singing very much," he remarked to her when the song was over. "You must have learnt of a good master."
"Comme ça," carelessly rejoined Adelaide. As is the case with many more young ladies who possess a superficial knowledge of French, she thought it the perfection of good taste to display as much of it as she did know. "I had the best professor that Helstonleigh can give; but what are Helstonleigh professors compared with those of London? We cannot expect first-rate talent here."
"Do you like London?" asked Lord Hawkesley.
"I was never there," replied Adelaide, feeling the confession39, when made to Lord Hawkesley, to be nothing but a humiliation40.
"Indeed! You would enjoy a London season."
"Oh, so much! I know nothing of the London season, except from books. A contrast to your lordship, you will say," she added, with a laugh. "You must be almost tired of it; désillusionné."
"What's that in English?" inquired Lord Hawkesley, whose French studies, as far as they had extended, had been utterly41 thrown away upon him. Labouring under the deficiency, he had to make the best of it, and did it with a boast. "Used up, I suppose you mean?"
Adelaide coloured excessively. She wondered if he was laughing at her, and made a mental vow42 never to speak French to a lord again.
Adelaide did not think him exacting in the least. She was ready to sing as long as he pleased.
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