CHAPTER LXVI

THE MAID AT LAST IS "DENTIFIED."

However, as too often happens, we blamed a good man without cause. A

good man rarely deserves much blame; whereas a bad man cannot have too

much--whether he has earned it or otherwise--to restrain him from

deserving more. The reason why Sir Philip Bampfylde kept us so long

waiting, proved to be a sound and valid one; namely, that he was engaged

in earnest and important converse with his daughter-in-law, Lady

Bampfylde, now wife (if you will please to remember) to Commodore Sir

Drake Bampfylde, although by birth entitled the Honourable Isabel

Carey, the one that had been so good to me when I was a ferryman; of

superior order, certainly; but still, no more than a ferryman!

Since my rise in the world began, I have found out one satisfactory

thing--that a man gets on by merit. How long did I despair of this, and

smoke pipes, and think over it; seeing many of my friends advancing, by

what I call roguery! And but for the war (which proves the hearts and

reins of men, as my ancestor says), I might still have been high and

dry, being too honest for the fish-trade. However, true merit will tell

in the end, if a man contrives to live long enough.

So when the beautiful lady came out through the room where I sate

waiting, as I touched my venerable forelock to her (as humbly as if for

a sixpenny piece), a brave man's honest pride wrought weakness in my

eyes, as I gazed at her. I loved her husband; and I loved her; and I

thought of the bitter luck between them, which had kept them separate.

Partly, of course, the glory of England, and duty of a proud man's

birth; partly also bad luck of course, and a style of giving in to it;

but ten times more than these, the tricks that lower our

fellow-creatures.

This noble and stately lady did not at first sight recognise me; but

when I had told her in very few words who I was, and what I had done,

and how long I had sailed with her husband, and how highly he respected

me, her eyes brightened into the old sweet smile, although they bore

traces of weeping.

"My name is not 'Lady Carey,'" she said, for I was calling her thus on

purpose, not knowing how she was taking wedlock, and being of opinion

that an "honourable miss" ought always to be called a lady. "My name is

'Lady Bampfylde;' and I like it, if you please: although I remember, Mr

Llewellyn, what your views are of matrimony. You used to declare them

only too plainly, whenever we crossed your ferry, for the purpose, as I

used to think, of driving poor Nanette to despair of you."

"And a lucky thing for me, your ladyship, to have acted so consistently.

But his Honour the Commodore, of course, holds the opposite opinion."

"It is hard to guess the opinions of a commodore always on service. Sir

Drake, as I daresay you have heard, can scarcely bear to come home now."

I saw that she was vexed by something, and also vexed with herself,

perhaps, for having even hinted it. For she turned her beautiful face

away, and without a word would have left me. But with my usual

quickness of step, I ran into the lobby-place, and back in a moment with

our Delushy, clinging like a woodbine to a post. At such moments, I

never speak, until women begin with questions. It saves so much time to

let them begin; because they are sure to insist on it. Meanwhile Delushy

was making the prettiest curtsy that presence of mind permitted.

"You lovely dear, why, who are you?" cried Lady Bampfylde, with a start,

that made me dread hysterics.

"I do not know, Madam," answered Delushy, with the whole of her mind so

well in hand, by reason of years of suffering; "but many people believe

me to be the Bertha Bampfylde that was lost, nearly twenty years agone."

"What! The baby! The baby--at least one of the babies--that my

husband--David Llewellyn, this is very cruel of you."

And that was all the thanks I got! While, what could I have done

otherwise? In five minutes more, she would have been off in her grand

coach with six horses, after offending Sir Philip so much, that he could

not have borne to look after her; although, of course, he was now coming

out like a gentleman to a visitor. Seeing such a pay-night coming, and a

large confusion, I begged Colonel Lougher and Captain Bluett to keep for

a little while out of it. And nothing could more truly prove how

thoroughly these were gentlemen, than that they withdrew to a niche of

the under-butler's pantry, wherein they could hear no word of it.

It was now my place to stand forward bravely, and to put things clearly;

without any further loss of reason, and even without considering how

these delicate ladies might contrive to take my meaning nicely. To spare

good ladies from any emotion, is one of the main things of my life;

although they show such a want of gratitude, when I have done my utmost.

But as for frightening Sir Philip, of course, I had no scruple about

that; because of his confidence in the Lord. Therefore, abandoning Lady

Bampfylde to the care of her maid, who was running up from the servants'

hall to look after her, I fixed my hook (screwed on for the purpose)

firmly into Delushy's sleeve, that she might not faint, or run away, or

do anything else unreasonable, and I led her up the long hall to meet

Sir Philip, as he came down the steps at the upper end thereof.

The old General looked rather haggard and feeble, as if the power of his

life were lowered by perpetual patience. But something had happened to

vex him, no doubt, in his interview with Lady Bampfylde, so that he

walked with more than his usual stateliness and dignity. He had never

beheld me as a one-armed man, nor yet in my present uniform, for I took

particular care to avoid him during the day or two spent at his house

before I went to Burrington, so for a moment he did not know me, but

gazed with surprise at the lovely figure which I was sustaining so

clumsily.

"Sir Philip Bampfylde, allow me," I said, stretching forth my right hand

to him, "to repay you for some of the countless benefits you have heaped

upon me, by presenting you with your long-lost granddaughter--and your

grandson to come afterwards."

"It cannot be; it cannot be," was all he could say, although for so many

years he had shown his faith that it must be. His fine old countenance

turned as white as the silver hair that crowned it, and then as red as

it could have been in the hopeful blush of boyhood. And the pure and

perfect delicacy of high birth quickened with sorrow prevented him from

examining Delushy, as he longed to do.

"Speak up, child, speak up," said I, giving her a haul with my hook, as

when first I landed her; "can't you tell your dear Grandfather how glad

you are to see him?"

"That I will with all my heart," the maiden answered bashfully, yet

lifting her eyes to the old man's face with pride as well as reverence;

"as soon as I perceive that you, sir, wish to hear me say it."

"You will not think me rude--I am scarcely strong enough for this--it

has come on me so suddenly. And it must be quite as bad for you. Lead

the young lady to a chair, Llewellyn. Or, stay; I beg your pardon. It

will perhaps be better to call our kind and worthy housekeeper."

Sir Philip perceived a thing which had escaped me, though brought to my

notice beforehand by our good Colonel Lougher; that is to say, how hard

it would be upon the feelings of this young girl, to have her "identity"

(as Crowner Bowles entitled it) discussed in her own presence. Therefore

she was led away by that regular busybody the housekeeper, Mrs

Cockhanterbury; while I begged leave to introduce Colonel Lougher and

Captain Bluett to Sir Philip Bampfylde. And then when all had made their

bows and all due salutations, I was called upon to show my documents and

explain the evidence so carefully gathered by me.

It is as much above my power, as beyond my purpose, to tell how that

ancient and noble gentleman, after so much worry from the long neglect

of Providence, took (as if he had never deserved it) this goodness of

the Lord to him. Of course, in my class of life, we cannot be always

dwelling on children; whose nature is provoking always, and in nothing

more so than that they will come when not wanted; yet are not

forthcoming with the folk who can afford them. Nevertheless, I think

that if the Lord had allowed any thief of a fellow (much more one of His

own ministers) to steal two grandchildren of mine, and make a savage of

one baby, and of the other a castaway, the whole of my piety would have

been very hard pushed to produce any gratitude. Sir Philip, however, did

appear most truly desirous to thank God for this great mercy vouchsafed

to him; even before he had thoroughly gone through the ins and outs of

the evidence. For he begged us to excuse him, while he should go to see

to our comfort; and two fine bottles of wine (white and red) appeared,

and began to disappear, under my hatches mainly, before our noble host

came back to set us a good example. And when he came he had quite

forgotten to dust the knees of some fine kerseymere, and the shins of

black silk stockings.

Deep sense of religion is quite in its place when a man has had one arm

shot off, still more so if both arms are gone, and after a leg,

indispensable. Nevertheless it must not be intruded upon any one; no,

not even by the chaplain, till the doctor shakes his head. Knowing also

that Colonel Lougher had a tendency towards it (enough to stop the

decanters if he should get upon that subject with the arguments it

sticks fast in), I was delighted to see Delushy slipping into the room

as if she had known the place for a century. The General clearly had

managed to visit her during the time of his absence from us; what passed

between them matters not, except that he must have acknowledged her. For

now she went up to him and kissed him; rather timidly, perhaps, but

still she touched his forehead. Then he arose and stood very upright, as

if he had never begun to stoop, and passing his arm round her delicate

waist, both her hands he took in his. And as they faced us, we were

struck with the likeness between blooming youth and worn but yet

majestic age.

"Gentlemen," he said, "or rather I should call you kind good friends,

you have brought me not only a grandchild, but the very one I would have

chosen if the whole world gave me choice. By-and-by you shall see her

stand by the picture of my dear and long-lamented wife. That, I think,

will convince you that we want no further evidence. For me, these

thumb-nails are enough. Bertha, show your thumb-nails."

She laughed her usual merry laugh (although she had been crying so)

while she spread her dainty hands, exactly as she used to spread them,

when she was only two years old, with me alone to look at her.

"Here it is, sir," cried the General, overlooking me, in the rush of his

sentiments towards the Colonel: "here is the true Bampfylde mark. Even

the Bassets have it not, nor the Traceys, nor the St Albyns. Will you

oblige me by observing that these two thumb-nails have a most undoubted

right and left to them? Bertha, do try to keep still for a moment."

"Well, I declare," said the Colonel, calmly taking out his eye-glass;

"yes, I declare you are right, my good sir. Here is a most evident right

and left--Andalusia, do stand still--not only in the half-moons at the

base, but in the vein, and what I may call the radiants of the pinkness.

I cannot express my meaning, but--my darling, come and kiss me."

This Delushy did at once, as for years she used to do; and not being

certain even now whether she ought to forsake the Colonel for a General,

though proved to be a very fine and newly-turned up Grandfather. None of

us had thought of her, and the many shifts of female wind, coming to

pass perhaps inside her little brain and heart so. Wherefore this poor

David, who desires always to be the last, but by force of nature is

compelled for ever to take the lead--I it was who got her off to bed,

that we might talk of her.

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