Ralph Clavering was becoming a changed character. His spirit had been
humbled, if not broken. He had persuaded himself that any moment he
might have to descend from his proud position as heir of Clavering Hall,
and become a nameless beggar, ignorant even of who were his parents.
John Hobby had truly heaped coals of fire on his head that had
completely softened and won his heart. In their studies, John Hobby's
quickness and perseverance stimulated him to make greater exertions than
he had ever before used. Hobby remained on as a guest at the Hall and
was soon looked upon as one of the family. The only thing certain with
regard to him was that he was not the son of Dame Hobby and her husband
John; and Lilly, at all events, hoped that he had the right to bear some
more euphonious name. He also daily improved in manners and in the tone
of his voice and accent, so that after the lapse of a few months, a
stranger visiting the Hall would not have supposed that his early days
had been spent in one of the humblest cottages on the estate. He did
not, however, lose his modest demeanour and simple manners. They
remained, but became those of a cultivated and polished person. At
length the time arrived when it had been arranged that Ralph should go
to the University. He wished that his friend should accompany him.
Here in an open field Hobby's talents had full space for development.
Ralph was inclined to feel jealous at finding himself distanced by his
friend, but he stifled the unworthy feeling, and rejoiced at his
success. It was considerable, for Hobby carried off all the prizes for
which he was able to contend.
Thus three years passed rapidly away, and at the end of that time, while
Ralph Clavering passed a very creditable degree, John Hobby took high
honours. He now resolved, by the advice of his tutors and other
friends, to enter at the Bar, where he might carve out his own fortune.
He invariably spent his vacations with Ralph. Sometimes they made tours
together on the Continent or elsewhere, but the winters were generally
spent at Clavering Hall. Ralph was now as much loved and respected by
the household and tenants as he had before been disliked, and all agreed
that it would be a grievous pity if it should be proved that he was not
the rightful heir, though it was acknowledged that a finer or better
young gentleman than Mr John Hobby was not to be found.
The two young men were at the Hall for the early part of the Christmas
vacation, just as they had left College. After it they proposed making
a tour in the East. Snow covered the ground and a biting north-east
wind blew out side, while all within was cheerful and bright. A large
party staying in the house were assembled in the dining-room; the cloth
had just been removed and the young collegians were receiving the
congratulations of their friends at their success at the University,
when the butler entering whispered to Mr Clavering that a man desired
to see him immediately on important business. Desiring that the man
might be shown into his study he apologised to his friends and hurriedly
left the room.
On entering the study a tall thin man stepped forward--"It's a long time
since you have seen me, Squire Clavering, but maybe you may remember the
gipsy Arnold," said the stranger. "You and yours acted kindly towards
me and mine, and I have ever since been wishing to do you a service in
return. I knew that the occasion would some day come. It has arrived.
You have long been anxious to find the woman Duffy. She is in the
neighbourhood, and I suspect on her death-bed. If you hasten to her you
may yet be in time to take her depositions, as she alone is able to
settle who is your rightful son and heir."
Fortunately a brother magistrate and Mr Clavering's lawyer were staying
in the house. Ordering a carriage to be got ready, he sent for them,
and, without delay, accompanied by Arnold, they set off to the cottage
where Mrs Duffy was to be found.
The old woman was in bed and evidently very ill. At first, when told
why they had come, she was greatly alarmed and refused to say anything,
but being soothed and assured that no injury would be done her, she
expressed her readiness to say all she knew. Mr Clavering, who had
hitherto been so calm, now that the painful mystery was about to be
cleared up, could scarcely restrain his feelings. As she spoke the
lawyer, unobserved by her, wrote down her words. The description of a
life of crime is not edifying. Avarice, the eager desire for money, had
been the incentive which urged her on from crime to crime. By a bribe
she had been induced by the wicked brother of a gentleman of property in
the north of England to assist in carrying off his son and heir, and not
knowing what to do with the infant, she had committed it to the charge
of Dame Hobby, leading her by further falsehood to suppose that it was
the heir, lately born, of Clavering Hall. Part of the money she had
received from the uncle she had remitted regularly to the Dame for the
boy's support. She asserted most positively that Ralph Clavering was
truly the child, born to Mr and Mrs Clavering, and that no change had
been effected to her knowledge and belief.
Mr Clavering uttered an ejaculation of thankfulness when he heard this,
and his brother magistrate warmly congratulated him. The lawyer rubbed
his hands, exclaiming--"This other affair will, however, give the
gentlemen of the long robe a nice supply of occupation for the spring
months. I know the gentleman, and believe every word; he'll fight it
out to the last. Really if all people were honest, it would be hard
work for barristers to find support."
The trial predicted by the lawyer took place; and, thanks to Mr
Clavering's purse, it was brought to a successful issue for the
interests of Ralph's friend.
As Sir Harry Olcotte, the owner of many broad acres, the latter never
forgot that he had once been simple John Hobby, while Ralph Clavering
had reason to bless the day which aroused him from his state of
self-conceit and self-indulgence, and which made him feel the necessity
of self-exertion and self-command.
It may be satisfactory to some readers to know that Lilly Vernon, not
many years after the events recorded, became Lady Olcotte; that Arnold
the gipsy and all his family settled down near them, and became
respectable members of society; and that old John Hobby and his dame
were placed on one of the best farms of the estate, and that the
Steward, in the most unaccountable way, always forgot to call for their
rent.