The Story of Antony Grace Part 38

We did; and in a dozen ways the good fellow strove to show me his sorrow for his past doubts, picking me out the best bits of the pie, foaming up my gla.s.s with the ale, and when I expressed my fears of not being awake in time for the office, he promised to call me; and though he never owned to it, I have good reason for believing that he sat up writing out corrections in an old dictation lesson, calling me in excellent time, and having the breakfast all ready upon the table.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

MR HALLETT AT HOME.

Punctual to the appointed time, I rang the topmost of four bells on the doorpost of one of the old-fashioned red-brick houses in Great Ormond Street, and a few minutes after it was opened by Mr Hallett, whose face lit up as he offered me his hand.

"That's right, Antony!" he exclaimed; "now we'll go upstairs and see the ladies, and then you and I will have a walk till dinner-time."

I followed him up the well-worn, uncarpeted stairs to the second floor, where he introduced me to his mother, a stern, pale, careworn-looking woman in a widow's cap, half sitting, half reclining in a large easy-chair.

"How do you do?" she said, wearily, as she gazed at me through her half-closed eyes. "You are Stephen's friend. I am glad to see you; but you are very young," she added in an ill-used tone.

"Not a very serious failing, mother dear," said Mr Hallett cheerfully.

"No," said Mrs Hallett, "no. I am sorry we have not a better place to receive him in."

"Tut--tut, dear," said Mr Hallett. "Antony Grace comes to see us, not our rooms or our furniture."

I had already glanced round the large, old-fashioned room, which was shabbily furnished, but scrupulously clean, while everything was in good taste, and I hastened to say something about how glad I was to come.

"Yes," said Mrs Hallett wearily; "it is very polite and nice of you to say so, but it is not the home I expected for my old age."

"My mother is--"

"You always used to call me _mamma_, Stephen," said Mrs Hallett, with the tears in her eyes.

"Did I love you any more tenderly then, dear?" he said, bending over her and kissing her wrinkled forehead with reverent affection, and then placing his lips upon her hand.

"No, Stephen, no," she cried, bursting into a fit of sobbing; "but--but we might cling to some of our old respectability, even if you will persist in being a workman and lowering our family by wearing ap.r.o.ns like a common man."

"There, there, dear, don't fret," he said cheerfully. "You are in pain this morning. I am going for a walk with Antony Grace, and we'll bring you back a bunch of flowers."

"No, no, don't--pray don't, Stephen," said Mrs Hallett querulously; "you cannot afford it, and it only puts me in mind of happier days, when we had our own garden, and I was so fond of my conservatory. You remember the camellias?"

"Yes, yes, dear," he said, pa.s.sing his arm round her; "and some day you shall have your conservatory again."

"Never, Stephen--never, while you are so obstinate."

"Come, come, dear," he said, kissing her again; "let me put your pillow a little more easy, and we won't talk of the past; it cannot interest Antony Grace. Where has Linny hidden herself?"

"I suppose she is seeing after the cooking," said Mrs Hallett querulously. "We have no servants now, Mr Grace."

"No, Antony," said Mr Hallett, laughing; and I could not help contrasting the man I saw before me--so bright, airy, and tender in his ways--with the stern, rather grim-looking workman of the office. "No servants; I clean my own boots and help with the cooking, too. It is inconvenient, for my dear mother here is a great invalid."

"Helpless for seventeen years, Mr Grace," said the poor woman, looking at me piteously. "We used to have a carriage, but we have none now.

Stephen is very kind to me, only he will be so thoughtless; and he is so wanting in ambition, clever as he is."

"There, dear, we won't talk about that now," said Mr Hallett. "Come Antony; my sister will not show herself, so we'll find her blooming in flour, or carving potato rings, or handling a truncheon bigger than that of your friend Mr Revitts as she makes the paste. Oh, here she is!"

A door opened as he spoke, and I quite started as a bright, pretty girl entered, and came forward smiling pleasantly to shake hands. She seemed to bring sunshine into the room, and, damped as I was by Mrs Hallett's reception and the prospect of a dull, cheerless day, the coming of Miss Hallett seemed quite to change the state of affairs.

"I am very glad to see you," she said, showing her little white teeth.

"Stephen has so often talked about you, and said he would bring you home."

"Ah, me, yes, home!" sighed Mrs Hallett, glancing round the shabby apartment.

Not that it seemed shabby any longer to me, for Linny, in her tight, well-fitting, plain holland dress, white collar and cuffs, and with her long golden-brown, naturally curling hair, seemed to me to radiate brightness all around. For she certainly was very pretty, and her large, well-shaded eyes seemed to flash with animation as she spoke.

"Antony Grace and I are going for a walk, Linny, and we shall come back hungry as hunters. Don't make any mistake in the cooking."

She nodded and laughed, and her fair curls glistened in the light, while Mrs Hallett sighed again; and it struck me that she was about to say something in disparagement of the dinner, but she did not speak.

"Come along then, Antony," said Mr Hallett; and, after kissing the invalid, he led the way down stairs, and we strolled off towards Regent's Park.

As we left the house, the shadow seemed to come down again over Mr Hallett's face, and from that time I noticed that he seemed to lead a double life--one in which he was bright and merry, almost playful, before his mother and sister; the other, a life of stern, fixed purpose, in which his soul was bent upon some pursuit.

He shook off his gloom, though, directly, and we had a good walk, during which he strove hard to make himself a pleasant companion, chatted to me of myself, hoped that I made use of my spare time, and read or studied in some way, promising to help me with my Latin if I would go on.

"It wants an effort, Antony," he said; "especially after a hard day's work at the office."

"Yes," I said, with a sigh; "I do feel tired of reading when I get back."

"Never mind," he said; "make an effort and do something. It is only the first start. You'll soon grow interested in what you are doing; and recollect this, my boy, learning is a treasure that no one can take away."

"Yes, my father used to say so, Mr Hallett," I said thoughtfully, as I glanced sidewise at my companion's face as we lay on the turf close by the water.

"What an imitation of the country this is, Antony!" he said, with a sigh. "I love the country. I could live there always."

"Yes, I don't like London, Mr Hallett," I said; "but--but do you study anything in your spare hours?"

He turned round upon me sharply, and his eyes seemed to look me through and through.

"Did my mother say anything to you?" he exclaimed. "Oh no! of course not--you were not alone. Yes, Antony, I do study something--a great deal--in my spare hours."

"Oh yes, of course. I know you do, Mr Hallett," I cried. "I've seen you take out your pocket-book and draw and make calculations."

He looked at me again in a curious, suspicious way that set me wondering, and then, jumping up:

"Come, Antony," he cried, with a forced laugh, "it is time we were off.

Linny will be wanting to go to church, and we shall be punished if we are late for dinner."

He chatted merrily all the way back, and I had no opportunity of asking him what he studied. Dinner was waiting, and a very pleasant simple meal it was, only that Mrs Hallett would sprinkle everything with tears. I noticed that really, as well as metaphorically, she dropped a few into her gla.s.s of beer, a few more into the gravy, of which she had the best share, soaked her bread with others, and still had a few left to drop into her portion of red-currant and raspberry tart. Nothing was nice, poor woman--nothing was comfortable; and while Linny took her complaints with a pettish indifference, Mr Hallett left his place from time to time, to attend to her at her little table in front of her easy-chair, waiting upon her with the tenderness of a woman, smoothing back her hair, and more than once kissing her on the forehead before resuming his place.

"No, Stephen," she said, several times; "I have no appet.i.te--nothing tempts me now."