After all his weary travels by land and sea, Philip Marsham had at last come back to find a man whom he had seen but once and for a brief time. Yet in that man he had such complete confidence as he had never had in any other, and since Jamie Barwick had left the man's service and taken the inn—who knew?
Striding over the same rolling country road that he had tramped with Martin long before, and coming soon to the park, he skirted it and pressed on, keeping meanwhile his eyes and wits about him, until he perceived a gate and a porter's lodge2. He went to the gate and finding it ajar slipped through and made haste up a long avenue with overarching trees. A man from the lodge came out and angrily called after the intruder, but Phil never looked back. The avenue turned to the left and he saw at a distance the great house; he was of no mind to suffer hindrance3 or delay.
The sunset sky threw long, still shadows across the grass, and countless4 wandering branches of ivy5 lay like a dark drapery upon the grey walls of the old house. A huge dog came bounding and roaring down the avenue, but when the lad smiled without fear and reached a friendly hand toward him, the beast stopped clamouring and came quietly to heel. Lights shone from the windows and softly on the still evening air the thin, sweet music of a virginal stole over the broad terraces and lawns.
The clamour of the dog, it seemed, had attracted the attention of those within, for a grey-haired servant met the stranger in the door. He stood there suspiciously, forbiddingly, and with a cold stare searched the young man from head to heel.
"I would have speech of Sir John Bristol," said Phil.
"I said Sir John."
"Sir John? It is—ahem!—impossible."
"I said Sir John."
The servant moved as if to shut the door.
"Come," said Phil quietly, "enough of that! I will have speech of Sir John Bristol."
For a moment the servant hesitated, then from within a great voice cried, "Come, Cobden, what's afoot?"
In haughty8 disapproval9 of the lad without, the servant turned his back, but to the man within he spoke10 with deference11, as if apologizing. "Yea, Sir John. The fellow is insistent12, but I shall soon have him off."
"Go, Cobden. Leave him to me."
The servant moved away and disappeared.
The virginalling had ceased, and on the lawns and the avenue and the park, which stretched away into the dark valley, a deep silence had come with the twilight13. The sun had set and the long shadows across the grass were lost in the greater shadow of evening. As the world without had grown darker, the lights within seemed to have grown brighter.
"Come, fellow, come into the hall. So! Have I not seen thee before?"
"Yea, Sir John."
"Ha! I can remember faces. Aye, there are few that escape me. Let us consider. Why, on my life! This is the lad that gave Barwick such a tumbling that the fellow walked lame14 for a month. Speak up! Have I not placed thee right?"
"Though I was faint for want of food, I was quicker on my feet than he."
The old man laughed until his brave curls shook.
"In faith, and it is said with moderation. And what now, lad? What hath brought thee hither?"
"Since Barwick hath left your service—"
"That he hath, that he hath!"
"It seemed there might be a place for a keeper."
"For a keeper? Ha, ha, ha! Nay, th' art too spirited a lad to waste away as keeper. Mark my word, lad, the King will shortly have need for such courageous15 gallants as thou. Unless I mistake thy spirit, we shall soon see thee riding among the foremost when we chase these dogs of Roundheads into the King's kennels16 and slit17 their noses and prick18 their ears as a warning to all of weak mind and base spirit."
"I have a taste for such sport, and God knows I am the King's man."
"Good, say I!" Sir John's clear eyes searched the frank eyes of the lad, and the old man was pleased with what he found. "Come, the cook shall fill thy belly19 and Cobden shall find thee a bed. Cobden! Cobden, I say!"
"Yea, Sir John."
"Make place for this good fellow in the servants' hall and see that he hath all that he can eat and drink."
"Yea, Sir John."
"But stay a moment. Thy name, fellow."
"Philip Marsham."
"Philip Marsham?" The heavy brows knotted and Sir John spoke musingly20. "Philip Marsham! I once knew a man of that name."
Silence fell upon the hall. Grey Cobden stood a little behind his master, and when Phil looked past Sir John he saw standing21 in a door the tall, quiet girl he had seen with the old knight22 that day in the wood so long since. Doubtless it was she who had played upon the virginal. Her dark eyes and fine dignity wove a spell around the lad—a spell of the magic that has come down from the beginning of time—the magic that is always young.
Take such spells, such magic, as lightly as you please; yet they have overturned kingdoms and not once, but many times, have they launched a thousand ships.
"Did you ever hear of Dr. Marsham of Little Grimsby?" Sir John asked, and he watched the lad very closely.
"Yea."
"And what have you heard of him?"
"He is my grandfather."
"So!" The old knight stepped back and bent23 his brows. "Verily," he said, "I believe the lad hath spoken truth. Go, Cobden. There is no place in the hall for this lad."
The servant departed and the girl stepped nearer.
"Your father's name?" Sir John said.
"My father's name was Thomas Marsham."
"Doubtless he bred you to the sea."
"He did."
"He broke the hearts of his father and his mother."
Phil stood silent in the hall and looked Sir John in the eye. Since there seemed to be no reply, he waited for the knight to speak again.
"Tom Marsham's father and mother are dead, but within the year, lad, they stood where you are standing now. It was the last time I saw them."
What could a young man say? Phil Marsham remembered well the one time he had himself seen them. Who knew what might have happened had he spoken? But the chance was gone, and for ever.
"There is no place for Philip Marsham in my servants' hall," said Sir John. "His father—but no! Let the dead lie. There is no place for Philip Marsham in my servants' hall. Under my roof he is my guest."
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