The Maroon Part 18

Though so joyous but the moment before, all traces of mirth had disappeared from the countenance of Loftus Vaughan, when he presented himself before the eyes of his nephew. His face, habitually red, was fired with the wine he had been drinking to the hue of scarlet.

Nevertheless, an ominous mottling of a darker colour upon his broad ma.s.sive brow foretold the ungracious reception his relative was likely to have at his hands.

His first words were uttered in a tone of insolent coolness:--

"So you are my brother's son, are you?" There was no extending of the hand, no gesture--not even a smile of welcome!

Herbert checked his anger, and simply answered,--

"I believe so."

"And pray, sir, what errand has brought you out to Jamaica?"

"If you have received my letter, as I presume you have, it will have answered that question."

"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed Mr Vaughan, with an attempt at cynicism, but evidently taken down by the unexpected style of the reply. "And what, may I ask, do you purpose doing here?"

"Have not the slightest idea," answered Herbert, with a provoking air of independence. "Have you any profession?"

"Unfortunately, not any."

"Any trade?--I suppose not."

"Your suppositions are perfectly correct."

"Then, sir, how do you expect to get your bread?"

"Earn it, the best way I can."

"Beg it, more likely, as your father before you: all his life begging it, and from me."

"In that respect I shall not resemble him. You would be the last man I should think of begging from."

"S'death! sirrah, you are impertinent. This is fine language to me, after the disgrace you have already brought upon me!"

"Disgrace?"

"Yes, sir, disgrace. Coming out here as a pauper, in the steerage of a ship! And you must needs boast of your relationship--letting all the world know that you are my nephew."

"Boast of the relationship!" repeated Herbert, with a smile of contempt.

"Ha! ha! ha! I suppose you refer to my having answered a question asked me by this pretty jack-a-box you are playing with. Boast of it, indeed! Had I known you then as well as I do now, I should have been ashamed to acknowledge it!"

"After that, sir," shouted Mr Vaughan, turning purple with rage--"after that, sir, no more words! You shall leave my house this minute."

"I had intended to have left it some minutes sooner. I only stayed to have an opportunity of telling you what I think of you."

"What is that, sir? what is that?"

The angry youth had summoned to the top of his tongue a few of the strongest epithets he could think of, and was about to hurl them into his uncle's teeth, when, on glancing up, he caught sight of an object that caused him to change his intention. It was the beautiful face of the young creole, that appeared through the half-open lattice of the window opposite. She was gazing down upon him and his uncle, and listening to the dialogue with an anguished expression of countenance.

"He is _her_ father," muttered Herbert to himself; "for _her_ sake I shall not say the words;" and, without making any reply to the last interrogatory of his uncle, he strode out of the kiosk, and was walking away.

"Stay, sir!" cried the planter, somewhat taken aback by the turn things had taken. "A word before you go--if you _are_ going."

Herbert turned upon his heel and listened.

"Your letter informs me that you are without funds. It shall not be said that a relative of Loftus Vaughan left his house penniless and unprovided. In this purse there are twenty pounds currency of the island. Take it; but on the condition that you say nothing of what has occurred here; and, furthermore, that you keep to yourself that you are the nephew of Loftus Vaughan."

Without saying a word, Herbert took the proffered purse; but, in the next moment, the c.h.i.n.k of the gold pieces was heard upon the gravel walk as he dashed the bag at the feet of his uncle.

Then, turning to the astonished planter, and measuring him with a look that scorned all patronage, he faced once more to the path, and walked proudly away.

The angry "Begone, sir!" vociferated after him, was only addressed to his back, and was altogether unheeded. Perhaps it was even unheard: for the expression in the eyes of the young man told that at that moment his attention was occupied elsewhere.

As he walked towards the house--with the design of going round it to get upon the front avenue--his glance was directed upwards to the window where that beautiful face had been just seen. The lattice was now closed; and he endeavoured to pierce the sombre shadows behind it. The face was no longer there. No eyes met his.

He glanced back towards the kiosk to see if he might linger a moment.

His uncle was in a bent att.i.tude, gathering the scattered pieces of gold. In this position the shrubbery concealed him.

Herbert was about to glide nearer to the window, and summon his cousin by name, when he heard his own p.r.o.nounced, in a soft whisper, and with the endearing prefix "cousin."

Distinctly he heard "Cousin Herbert!" and as if spoken around the angle of the building.

He hastened thither: for that was his proper path by which to arrive at the front of the house.

On turning the wall, he looked up. He saw that another window opened from the same chamber. Thence came the sweet summons, and there appeared the fair face for which he was searching.

"Oh, cousin Herbert! do not go in anger! Papa has done wrong--very wrong, I know; but he has been taking much wine--he is not--Good cousin, you will pardon him?"

Herbert was about to make reply, when the young Creole continued:--

"You said in your letter you had no money. You have refused father's-- you will not refuse mine? It is very little. It is all I have. Take it!"

A bright object glistened before his eyes, and fell with a metallic c.h.i.n.k at his feet. He looked down. A small silk purse containing coin, with a blue ribbon attached, was seen lying upon the ground.

The young man raised it, and, holding it in one hand, hesitated for a moment--as if he had thoughts of accepting it. It was not that, however, but another thought that was pa.s.sing in his mind.

His resolve was soon taken.

"Thanks!" said he. "Thanks, cousin Kate!" he added, with increasing warmth. "_You_ have meant kindly, and though we may never meet again--"

"Oh, say not so!" interrupted the young girl, with an appealing look.

"Yes," continued he, "it is probable we never shall. Here there is no home for me. I must go hence; but, wherever I may go, I shall not soon forget this kindness. I may never have an opportunity of repaying it-- you are beyond the necessity of aught that a humble relative could do for you; but remember, Kate Vaughan! should you ever stand in need of a strong arm and a stout heart, there is one of your name who will not fail you!

"Thanks!" he repeated, detaching the ribbon from the bag, and flinging the latter, with its contents, back through the open window. Then, fastening the ribbon to the breast-b.u.t.ton of his coat, he added: "I shall feel richer with the possession of this token than with all the wealth of your father's estate. Farewell! and G.o.d bless you, my generous cousin!"

Before the young Creole could repeat her offer, or add another word of counsel or consolation, he had turned the angle of the building, and pa.s.sed out of sight.