Oh, exclaimed Vance, a crystal, too; really it is getting late, and if you had your crystal about you, you might see that we want to sup.
What happened? asked Lionel, more blandly, for he saw the Cobbler, who had meant to make a great effect by the introduction of the crystal, was offended.
What happened? why, just what I foreseed. There was an accident in the railway tween this and Lunnon, and poor Waife lost an eye, and was a cripple for life: so he could not go on the Lunnon stage at all; and what was worse, he was a long time atwixt life and death, and got summat bad on his chest wi catching cold, and lost his voice, and became the sad object you have gazed on, young happy things that ye are.
But he got some compensation from the railway, I suppose? said Vance, with the unfeeling equanimity of a stoical demon.
He did, and spent it. I suppose the gentleman broke out in him as soon as he had money, and, ill though he was, the money went. Then it seems he had no help for it but to try and get back to Mr. Rugge. But Mr. Rugge was sore and spiteful at his leaving; for Rugge counted on him, and had even thought of taking the huge theatre at York, and bringing out Gentleman Waife as his trump card. But it warnt fated, and Rugge thought himself ill-used, and so at first he would have nothing more to say to Waife. And truth is, what could the poor man do for Rugge? But then Waife produces little Sophy.
You mean Juliet Araminta? said Vance.
Samein private life she be Sophy. And Waife taught her to act, and put together the plays for her. And Rugge caught at her; and she supports Waife with what she gets; for Rugge only gives him four shillings a week, and that goes on baccy and such like.
Such likedrink, I presume? said Vance.
Nohe dont drink. But he do smoke, and he has little genteel ways with him, and four shillings goes on em. And they have been about the country this spring, and done well, and now they be here. But Rugge behaves shocking hard to both on em: and I dont believe he has any right to her in law, as he pretends,only a sort of understanding which she and her grandfather could break if they pleased; and thats what they wish to do, and thats why little Sophy wants the three pounds.
How? cried Lionel, eagerly. If they had three pounds could they get away? and if they did, how could they live? Where could they go?
Thats their secret. But I heard Waife saythe first night they came hereI that if he could get three pounds, he had hit on a plan to be independent like. I tell you what put his back up: it was Rugge insisting on his coming on the stage agin, for he did not like to be seen such a wreck. But he was forced to give in; and so he contrived to cut up that play-story, and appear hisself at the last without speaking.
My good friend, cried young Lionel, we are greatly obliged to you for your story; and we should much like to see little Sophy and her grandfather at your house to-morrow,can we?
Certain sure you can, after the plays over; to-night, if you like.
No, to-morrow: you see my friend is impatient to get back now; we will call to-morrow.
T is the last day of their stay, said the Cobbler. But you cant be sure to see them safely at my house afore ten oclock at night; and not a word to Rugge! mum!
Not a word to Rugge, returned Lionel; good-night to you.
The young men left the Cobbler still seated on the milestone, gazing on the stars and ruminating. They walked briskly down the road.
It is I who have had the talk now, said Lionel, in his softest tone. He was bent on coaxing three pounds out of his richer friend, and that might require some management. For amongst the wild youngsters in Mr. Vances profession, there ran many a joke at the skill with which he parried irregular assaults on his purse; and that gentleman, with his nose more than usually in the air, having once observed to such scoffers that they were quite welcome to any joke at his expense, a wag had exclaimed, At your expense! Dont fear; if a joke were worth a farthing, you would never give that permission.
So when Lionel made that innocent remark, the softness of his tone warned the artist of some snake in the grass, and he prudently remained silent. Lionel, in a voice still sweeter, repeated,It is I who have all the talk now!
Naturally, then returned Vance, naturally you have, for it is you, I suspect, who alone have the intention to pay for it, and three pounds appear to be the price. Dearish, eh?
Ah, Vance, if I had three pounds!
Tush; and say no more till we have supped. I have the hunger of a wolf.
Just in sight of the next milestone the young travellers turned a few yards down a green lane, and reached a small inn on the banks of the Thames. Here they had sojourned for the last few days, sketching, boating, roaming about the country from sunrise, and returning to supper and bed at nightfall. It was the pleasantest little inn,an arbour, covered with honeysuckle, between the porch and the river,a couple of pleasure-boats moored to the bank; and now all the waves rippling under the moonlight.
Supper and lights in the arbour, cried Vance to the waiting-maid, hey, presto, quick! while we turn in to wash our hands. And hark! a quart jug of that capital whiskey-toddy.
CHAPTER IV
Being a chapter that links the past to the future by the gradual elucidation of antecedents.
O wayside inns and pedestrian rambles! O summer nights, under honeysuckle arbours, on the banks of starry waves! O Youth, Youth!
Vance ladled out the toddy and lighted his cigar; then, leaning his head on his hand and his elbow on the table, he looked with an artists eye along the glancing river.
After all, said he, I am glad I am a painter; and I hope I may live to be a great one.
No doubt, if you live, you will be a great one, cried Lionel, with cordial sincerity. And if I, who can only just paint well enough to please myself, find that it gives a new charm to Nature
Cut sentiment, quoth Vance, and go on.
What, continued Lionel, unchilled by the admonitory interruption, must you feel who can fix a fading sunshinea fleeting faceon a scrap of canvas, and say Sunshine and Beauty, live there forever!
VANCE.Forever! no! Colours perish, canvas rots. What remains to us of Zeuxis? Still it is prettily said on behalf of the poetic side of the profession; there is a prosaic one;well blink it. Yes; I am glad to be a painter. But you must not catch the fever of my calling. Your poor mother would never forgive me if she thought I had made you a dauber by my example.
LIONEL (gloomily).No. I shall not be a painter! But what can I be? How shall I ever build on the earth one of the castles I have built in the air? Fame looks so far,Fortune so impossible. But one thing I am bent upon (speaking with knit brow and clenched teeth), I will gain an independence somehow, and support my mother.
VANCE.Your mother is supported: she has the pension
LIONEL.Of a captains widow; and (he added with a flushed cheek) a first floor that she lets to lodgers.
LIONEL (gloomily).No. I shall not be a painter! But what can I be? How shall I ever build on the earth one of the castles I have built in the air? Fame looks so far,Fortune so impossible. But one thing I am bent upon (speaking with knit brow and clenched teeth), I will gain an independence somehow, and support my mother.
VANCE.Your mother is supported: she has the pension
LIONEL.Of a captains widow; and (he added with a flushed cheek) a first floor that she lets to lodgers.
VANCE.No shame in that! Peers let houses; and on the Continent, princes let not only first floors, but fifth and sixth floors, to say nothing of attics and cellars. In beginning the world, friend Lionel, if you dont wish to get chafed at every turn, fold up your pride carefully, put it under lock and key, and only let it out to air upon grand occasions. Pride is a garment all stiff brocade outside, all grating sackcloth on the side next to the skin. Even kings dont wear the dalmaticum except at a coronation. Independence you desire; good. But are you dependent now? Your mother has given you an excellent education, and you have already put it to profit. My dear boy, added Vance, with unusual warmth, I honour you; at your age, on leaving school, to have shut yourself up, translated Greek and Latin per sheet for a bookseller, at less than a valets wages, and all for the purpose of buying comforts for your mother; and having a few pounds in your own pockets, to rove your little holiday with me and pay your share of the costs! Ah, there are energy and spirit and life in all that, Lionel, which will found upon rock some castle as fine as any you have built in air. Your hand, my boy.
This burst was so unlike the practical dryness, or even the more unctuous humour, of Frank Vance, that it took Lionel by surprise, and his voice faltered as he pressed the hand held out to him. He answered, I dont deserve your praise, Vance, and I fear the pride you tell me to put under lock and key has the larger share of the merit you ascribe to better motives. Independent? No! I have never been so.
VANCE.Well, you depend on a parent: who, at seventeen does not?
LIONEL.I did not mean my mother; of course, I could not be too proud to take benefits from her. But the truth is simply this, my father had a relation, not very near, indeed,a cousin, at about as distant a remove, I fancy, as a cousin well can be. To this gentleman my mother wrote when my poor father died; and he was generous, for it is he who paid for my schooling. I did not know this till very lately. I had a vague impression, indeed, that I had a powerful and wealthy kinsman who took an interest in me, but whom I had never seen.
VANCE.Never seen?
LIONEL.No. And here comes the sting. On leaving school last Christmas, my mother, for the first time, told me the extent of my obligations to this benefactor, and informed me that he wished to know my own choice as to a profession,that if I preferred Church or Bar, he would maintain me at college.
VANCE.Body o me! wheres the sting in that? Help yourself to toddy, my boy, and take more genial views of life.
LIONEL.You have not heard me out. I then asked to see my benefactors letters; and my mother, unconscious of the pain she was about to inflict, showed me not only the last one, but all she had received from him. Oh, Vance, they were terrible, those letters! The first began by a dry acquiescence in the claims of kindred, a curt proposal to pay my schooling; but not one word of kindness, and a stern proviso that the writer was never to see nor hear from me. He wanted no gratitude; he disbelieved in all professions of it. His favours would cease if I molested him. Molested was the word; it was bread thrown to a dog.
VANCE.Tut! Only a rich mans eccentricity. A bachelor, I presume?
LIONEL.My mother says he has been married, and is a widower.
VANCE.Any children?
LIONEL.My mother says none living; but I know little or nothing about his family.
Vance looked with keen scrutiny into the face of his boyfriend, and, after a pause, said, drily,Plain as a pikestaff. Your relation is one of those men who, having no children, suspect and dread the attention of an heir presumptive; and what has made this sting, as you call it, keener to you ispardon meis in some silly words of your mother, who, in showing you the letters, has hinted to you that that heir you might be, if you were sufficiently pliant and subservient. Am I not right?
Lionel hung his head, without reply.
VANCE (cheeringly).So, so; no great harm as yet. Enough of the first letter. What was the last?
LIONEL.Still more offensive. He, this kinsman, this patron, desired my mother to spare him those references to her sons ability and promise, which, though natural to herself, had slight interest to him,him, the condescending benefactor! As to his opinion, what could I care for the opinion of one I had never seen? All that could sensibly affect myoh, but I cannot go on with those cutting phrases, which imply but this, All I can care for is the money of a man who insults me while he gives it.
VANCE (emphatically).Without being a wizard, I should say your relative was rather a disagreeable person,not what is called urbane and amiable,in fact, a brute.
LIONEL.You will not blame me, then, when I tell you that I resolved not to accept the offer to maintain me at college, with which the letter closed. Luckily Dr. Wallis (the head master of my school), who had always been very kind to me, had just undertaken to supervise a popular translation of the classics. He recommended me, at my request, to the publisher engaged in the undertaking, as not incapable of translating some of the less difficult Latin authors,subject to his corrections. When I had finished the first instalment of the work thus intrusted to me, my mother grew alarmed for my health, and insisted on my taking some recreation. You were about to set out on a pedestrian tour. I had, as you say, some pounds in my pocket; and thus I have passed with you the merriest days of my life.
VANCE.What said your civil cousin when your refusal to go to college was conveyed to him?
LIONEL.He did not answer my mothers communication to that effect till just before I left home, and then,no, it was not his last letter from which I repeated that withering extract,no, the last was more galling still, for in it he said that if, in spite of the ability and promise that had been so vaunted, the dulness of a college and the labour of learned professions were so distasteful to me, he had no desire to dictate to my choice, but that as he did not wish one who was, however remotely, of his blood, and bore the name of Haughton, to turn shoeblack or pickpocketVanceVance!
VANCE.Lock up your pridethe sackcloth frets youand go on; and that therefore he
LIONEL.Would buy me a commission in the army, or get me an appointment in India.
VANCE.Which did you take?
LIONEL (passionately). Which! so offered,which?of course neither! But distrusting the tone of my mothers reply, I sat down, the evening before I left home, and wrote myself to this cruel man. I did not show any letter to my mother,did not tell her of it. I wrote shortly,that if he would not accept my gratitude, I would not accept his benefits; that shoeblack I might be,pickpocket, no! that he need not fear I should disgrace his blood or my name; and that I would not rest till, sooner or later, I had paid him back all that I had cost him, and felt relieved from the burdens of an obligation whichwhich The boy paused, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed.