'It's only this once!' Mrs. Knight protested.
'You're quite right,'said Tom. 'It's only this once.'
Henry took the piece of toast, and then, summoning for one supreme18 effort all the spiritual courage which he had doubtless inherited from a[Pg 38] long line of Puritan ancestors, he nobly relinquished19 it.
Mr. Knight's eyes indicated to Tom that a young man who was constantly half an hour late for breakfast had no moral right to preach abstinence to a growing boy, especially on his birthday. But the worst thing about Tom was that he was never under any circumstances abashed20.
'As nothing is worse than hot toast cold,' Tom imperturbably21 remarked, 'I'll eat it at once.' And he ate the piece of toast.
No one could possibly blame Tom. Nevertheless, every soul round the table did the impossible and blamed him. The atmosphere lost some of its festive22 quality.
Tom Knight was nineteen, thin, pale, and decidedly tall; and his fair hair still curled slightly on the top of his head. In twelve years his development, too, had amounted to a miracle, or would have amounted to a miracle had there been anyone present sufficiently23 interested to observe and believe in it. Miracles, however, do not begin to exist until at least one person believes, and the available credence24 in the household had been monopolized25 by Tom's young cousin. The great difference between Tom and Henry was that Tom had faults, whereas Henry had none—yet Tom was the elder by seven years and ought to have known better! Mr. Knight had always seen Tom's faults, but it was only since the advent26 of Henry that Mrs. Knight, and particularly Aunt Annie, had begun to see them. Before Henry arrived, Tom had been Aunt Annie's darling. The excellent spinster took pains never to show that Henry had supplanted27 him; nevertheless, she showed it all the time. Tom's faults flourished and multiplied. There can be no question that he was idle, untruthful, and unreliable. In earliest youth he had been a merry prank28; he was still a prank, but not often merry. His spirit seemed to be overcast29; and the terrible fact came out gradually that he was not 'nicely disposed.' His relatives failed to understand him, and they gave him up like a puzzle. He was self-contradictory. For instance, though a shocking liar30, he was lavish31 of truth whenever truth happened to be disconcerting and inopportune. He it was who told the forewoman of his uncle's millinery department, in front of a customer, that she had a moustache. His uncle threshed him. 'She has a moustache,anyhow!' said this Galileo when his uncle had finished. Mr. Knight wished Tom to go into the drapery, but Tom would not. Tom wanted to be an artist; he was always drawing. Mr. Knight had only heard of artists; he had never seen one. He thought Tom's desire for art was mere32 wayward naughtiness. However, after Tom had threatened to burn the house down if he was not allowed to go to an art-school, and had carried out his threat so far as to set fire to a bale of cotton-goods in the cellar, Mr. Knight yielded to the whim33 for the sake of peace and a low temperature. He expansively predicted ultimate disaster for Tom. But at the age of eighteen and a half, Tom, with his habit of inconvenience, simply fell into a post as designer to a firm of wholesale34 stationers. His task was to design covers for coloured boxes of fancy notepaper, and his pay was two guineas a week. The richness of the salary brought Mr. Knight to his senses; it staggered, sobered, and silenced him. Two guineas a week at eighteen and a half! It was beyond the verge35 of the horizons of the drapery trade. Mr. Knight had a shop-walker, aged36 probably thirty-eight and a half, who was receiving precisely37 two guineas a week, and working thirty hours a week longer than Tom.
On the strength of this amazing two guineas, Tom, had he chosen, might easily have regained38 the long-lost esteem39 of his relatives. But he did not choose. He became more than ever a mystery to them, and a troubling mystery, not a mystery that one could look squarely in the face and then pass by. His ideals, if they could be called ideals, were always in collision with those of the rest of the house. Neither his aunts nor his uncle could ever be quite sure that he was not enjoying some joke which they were not enjoying. Once he had painted Aunt Annie's portrait. 'Never let me see that thing again!' she exclaimed when she beheld40 it complete. She deemed it an insult, and she was not alone in her opinion. 'Do you call this art?' said Mr. Knight. 'If this is art, then all I can say is I'm glad I wasn't brought up to understand art, as you call it.' Nevertheless, somehow the painting was exhibited at South Kensington in the national competition of students works, and won a medal. 'Portrait of my Aunt,' Tom had described it in the catalogue, and Aunt Annie was furious a second time. 'However,' she said, 'no one'll recognise me, that's one comfort!' Still, the medal weighed heavily; it was a gold medal. Difficult to ignore its presence in the house!
Tom's crowning sin was that he was such a bad example to Henry. Henry worshipped him, and the more Tom was contemned41 the more Henry worshipped.
'You'll surely be very late, Tom,' Mrs. Knight ventured to remark at half-past nine.
'Oh no,' said Tom—'not more than is necessary.' And then he glanced at Henry. 'Look here, my bold buccaneer, you've got nothing to do just now, have you? You can stroll along with me a bit, and we'll see if we can buy you a twopenny toy for a birthday present.'
Tom always called Henry his 'bold buccaneer.' He had picked up the term of endearment43 from the doctor with the black bag twelve years ago. Henry had his cap on in two seconds, and Mrs. Knight beamed at this unusual proof of kindly44 thought on Tom's part.
In the street Tom turned westwards instead of to the City, where his daily work lay.
'Aren't you going to work to-day?' Henry asked in surprise.
'No,' said Tom. 'I told my benevolent45 employers last night that it was your birthday to-day, and I asked whether I could have a holiday. What do you think they answered?'
'You didn't ask them,' said Henry.
'They answered that I could have forty holidays. And they requested me to wish you, on behalf of the firm, many happy returns of the day.'
'Don't rot,' said Henry.
It was a beautiful morning, sunny, calm, inspiriting, and presently Tom began to hum. After a time Henry perceived that Tom was humming the same phrase again and again: 'Some streets are longer than others. Some streets are longer than others.'
'Don't rot, Tom,' Henry pleaded.
The truth was that Tom was intoning a sentence from Henry's prize essay on streets. Tom had read the essay and pronounced it excellent, and till this very moment on the pavement of Oxford46 Street Henry had imagined Tom's verdict to be serious. He now knew that it was not serious.
Tom continued to chant, with pauses: 'Some streets are longer than others.... Very few streets are straight.... But we read in the Bible of the street which is called Straight.... Oxford Street is nearly straight.... A street is what you go along.... It has a road and two footpaths47.'
Henry would have given his penknife not to have written that essay. The worst of Tom was that he could make anything look silly without saying that it was silly—a trick that Henry envied.
Tom sang further: 'In the times before the French Revolution the streets of Paris had no pavements ... e.g., they were all road.... It was no infrequent occurrence for people to be maimed for life, or even seriously injured, against walls by passing carriages of haughty48 nobles.'
'I didn't put "haughty,"' Henry cried passionately49.
'And you put "It was no infrequent occurrence." Where did you steal that from, my bold buccaneer?'
'I didn't steal it,' Henry asserted. 'I made it up.'
'Then you will be a great writer,' Tom said. 'If I were you, I should send a telegram to Tennyson, and tell him to look out for himself. Here's a telegraph-office. Come on.'
And Tom actually did enter a doorway52. But it proved to be the entrance to a large and magnificent confectioner's shop. Henry followed him timidly.
'A pound of marrons glacés,' Tom demanded.
'What are they?' Henry whispered up at Tom's ear.
'Taste,' said Tom, boldly taking a sample from the scales while the pound was being weighed out.
'It's like chestnuts54,' Harry55 mumbled56 through the delicious brown frosted morsel57. 'But nicer.'
'They are rather like chestnuts, aren't they?' said Tom.
The marrons glacés were arranged neatly58 in a beautiful box; the box was wrapped in paper of one colour, and then further wrapped in paper of another colour, and finally bound in pink ribbon.
'Golly!' murmured Henry in amaze, for Tom had put down a large silver coin in payment, and received no change.
They came out, Henry carrying the parcel.
'But will they do me any harm?' the boy asked apprehensively59.
The two cousins had reached Hyde Park, and were lying on the grass, and Tom had invited Henry to begin the enterprise of eating his birthday present.
'Harm! I should think not. They are the best things out for the constitution. Not like sweets at all. Doctors often give them to patients when they are getting better. And they're very good for sea-sickness too.'
So Henry opened the box and feasted. One half of the contents had disappeared within twenty minutes, and Tom had certainly not eaten more than two marrons.
'They're none so dusty!' said Henry, perhaps enigmatically. 'I could go on eating these all day.'
A pretty girl of eighteen or so wandered past them.
'Nice little bit of stuff, that!' Tom remarked reflectively.
'What say?'
'That little thing there!' Tom explained, pointing with his elbow to the girl.
'Have this,' he invited Tom.
'No,' said Tom. 'Don't want it. You finish up.'
'I think I can't eat any more,' Henry sighed.
'Oh yes, you can,' Tom encouraged him. 'You've shifted about fifty. Surely you can manage fifty-one.'
'No,' he said. 'I tell you what I'll do: I'll put it in the box and save it.'
'Well, I'll put it in my pocket.'
And he laid it gently by the side of the watch in his waistcoat pocket.
'You can find your way home, can't you?' said Tom. 'It's just occurred to me that I've got some business to attend to.'
A hundred yards off the pretty girl was reading on a seat. His business led him in that direction.
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