Cursed by a Fortune Part 15

"Oh, that's your game, is it?" said Harry to himself; "treats it with contempt. All right, proud step-father; you haven't all the brains in the world."

He followed the gentlemen into the hall, and then stood at the door to see them off, hearing Garstang say familiarly: "Let's show them what we can do, Harry, my lad. It's just the day for the pike. Here, try one of these; they tell me they are rather choice."

"Oh, I shall light my pipe," said the young man sulkily.

"Wise man, as a rule; but try one of these first, and if you don't like it you can throw it away."

Claud lit the proffered cigar rather sulkily, and they went off; while Harry, after seeing Wilton go round to the stables, went back into the hall, and was about to enter the drawing-room, but a glance down at his muddy boots made him hesitate.

He could hear the voice of Mrs Wilton as she talked loudly to her niece, and twice over he raised his hand to the door k.n.o.b, but each time lowered it; and going back into the dining-room, he rang the bell.

"Can I have my boots brushed?" he said to the footman.

"Yes, sir, I'll bring you a pair of slippers."

"Oh, no, I'll come to the pantry and put my feet up on a chair."

The man did not look pleased at this, but he led the way to his place, fetched the blacking and brushes, and as he manipulated them he underwent a kind of cross-examination about the household affairs, answering the first question rather shortly, the rest with a fair amount of eagerness. For the visitor's hand had stolen into his pocket and come out again with half-a-crown, which he used to rasp the back of the old Windsor chair on which he rested his foot, and then, balancing it on one finger, he tapped it softly, making it give forth a pleasant jingling sound that was very grateful to the man's ear, for he brushed away most diligently, blacked, polished, breathed on the leather, and brushed again.

"Keep as good hours as ever?" said Dasent, after several questions had been put.

"Oh, yes, sir. Prayers at ha'-past nine, and if there's a light going anywhere with us after ten the governor's sure to see it and make a row.

He's dreadful early, night and morning, too."

"Yes, he is very early of a morning, I noticed. Well, it makes the days longer."

"Well, sir, it do; but one has to be up pretty sharp to get his boots done and his hot water into his room by seven, for if it's five minutes past he's there before you, waiting, and looking as black as thunder.

My predecessor got the sack, they say, for being quarter of an hour late two or three times, and it isn't easy to be ready in weather like this."

"What, dark in the mornings?"

"Oh, no, sir, I don't mean that. It's his boots. He gets them that clogged and soaked that I have to wash 'em overnight and put 'em to the kitchen fire, and if that goes out too soon it's an awful job to get 'em to shine. They don't have a hot pair of feet in 'em like these, sir.

Your portmanteau coming on by the carrier?"

"Oh, no, I go back to-night. And that reminds me--have they got a good dog-cart in the village?"

"Dog-cart, sir?" said the man, with a laugh; "not here. The baker's got a donkey-cart, and there's plenty of farmers' carts. That's all there is near."

"I thought so, but I've been here so little lately."

"But you needn't mind about that, sir. Master's sure to order our trap to be round to take you to the station, and Tom Johnson'll be glad enough to drive you."

"Oh, yes; of course; but I like to be independent. I daresay I shall walk back."

"I wouldn't, sir, begging your pardon, for it's an awkward road in the dark. Tell you what, though, sir, if you did, there's the man at Barber's Corner, at the little pub, two miles on the road. He has a very good pony and trap. He does a bit of chicken higgling round the country. You mention my name, sir, and he'd be glad enough to drive you for a florin or half-a-crown."

"Ah, well, we shall see," said Dasent, putting down his second leg.

"Look a deal better for the touch-up. Get yourself a gla.s.s."

"Thankye, sir. Much obliged, sir. But beg your pardon, sir, I'll just give Tom Johnson a 'int and he'll have the horse ready in the dog-cart time enough for you. He'll suppose it'll be wanted. It'll be all right, sir. I wouldn't go tramping it on a dark night, sir, and it's only doing the horse good. They pretty well eat their heads off here sometimes."

"No, no, certainly not," said Dasent. "Thank you, though, er--Samuel, all the same."

"Thank you, sir," said the man, and the donor of half-a-crown went back through the swing baize-covered door, and crossed the hall.

"Needn't ha' been so proud; but p'raps he ain't got another half-crown.

Lor', what a gent will do sooner than be under an obligation!"

Even that half-crown seemed to have been thrown away, for upon the giver entering the drawing-room it was to find it empty, and after a little hesitation he returned to the hall, where he was just in time to encounter the footman with a wooden tray, on his way to clear away the lunch things.

"Is your mistress going out?" he said. "There is no one in the drawing-room."

"Gone upstairs to have her afternoon nap, sir," said the man, in a low tone. "I suppose Miss Wilton's gone up to her room, too?"

Dasent nodded, took his hat, and went out, lit a cigar, and began walking up and down, apparently admiring the front of the old, long, low, red-brick house, with its many windows and two wings covered with wistaria and roses. One window--that at the end of the west wing--took his attention greatly, and he looked up at it a good deal before slowly making his way round to the garden, where he displayed a great deal of interest in the vineries and the walls, where a couple of men were busy with their ladders, nailing.

Here he stood watching them for some minutes--the deft way in which they used shreds and nails to rearrange the thin bearing shoots of peach and plum.

After this he pa.s.sed through an arched doorway in the wall, and smoked in front of the trained pear-trees, before going on to the yard where the tool shed stood, and the ladders used for gathering the apples in the orchard hung beneath the eaves of the long, low mushroom house.

Twice over he went back to the hall, but the drawing-room stood open, and the place was wonderfully quiet and still.

"Anyone would think he was master here," said one of the men, as he saw Dasent pa.s.s by the third time. "Won't be much he don't know about the place when he's done."

"Shouldn't wonder if he is," said the other. "Him and his father's lawyers, and the guv'nor don't seem none too chirpy just now. They say he is in Queer Street."

"Who's they?" said his companion, speaking indistinctly, consequent upon having two nails and a shred between his lips.

"Why, they. I dunno, but it's about that they've been a bit awkward with the guv'nor at Bramwich Bank."

"That's nothing. Life's all ups and downs. It won't hurt us. We shall get our wages, I dessay. They're always paid."

The afternoon wore on and at dusk Garstang and Claud made their appearance, followed by a labourer carrying a basket, which was too short to hold the head and tail of a twelve-pound pike, which lay on the top of half-a-dozen more.

"Better have come with us, Harry," said Claud. "Had some pretty good sport. Found it dull?"

"I? No," was the reply. "I say, what time do you dine to-night?"

"Old hour--six."

"Going to stay dinner, Harry?" said Garstang.

"Oh, yes; I'm going to stay dinner," said the young man, giving him a defiant look.

"Well, it will be pleasanter, but it is a very dark ride."

"Yes, but I'm going to walk."