Meanwhile, the "tall good-looking fellow with the eyeglass and light
whiskers" sat quaking opposite Emma Lee. The extreme absurdity, not to
say danger, of his position as a traveller to nowhere without a ticket,
flashed upon him when too late, and he would have cheerfully given fifty
pounds, had he possessed such a sum, if the boards under his feet would
have opened and let him drop between the rails. In fact he felt so
confused and guilty that--albeit not naturally a shy youth--he did not
dare to look at Emma for some time after starting, but sat with downcast
eyes, revolving in his mind how he was to get out of the dilemma; but
the more he revolved the matter the more hopeless did his case appear.
At length he ventured to look at Emma, and their eyes encountered. Of
course Gurwood looked pointedly out at the window and became fascinated
by the landscape; and of course Emma, looked out at the _other_ window,
and became equally interested in the landscape. Feeling very unhappy;
Edwin soon after that took out a newspaper and tried to read, but failed
so completely that he gave it up in despair and laid the paper on the
seat beside him.
Just then a happy thought flashed into his mind. He would go on to
Langrye station, get out there, and make a confidant of his friend
Joseph Tipps, who, of course, could easily get him out of his
difficulty. He now felt as if a mighty load were lifted off his heart,
and, his natural courage returning, he put up his eyeglass, which had
been forgotten during the period of his humiliation, and gazed at the
prospect with increasing interest--now through the right window, and
then through the left--taking occasion each time to glance with still
greater interest at Emma Lee's beautiful countenance.
The captain, whose disposition was sociable, and who had chatted a good
deal with his daughter while their _vis-a-vis_ was in his agony, soon
took occasion to remark that the scenery was very fine. Edwin, gazing
at the black walls of a tunnel into which they plunged, and thinking of
Emma's face, replied that it was--extremely. Emerging from the tunnel,
and observing the least possible approach to a smile on. Emma's lips,
Edwin remarked to the captain that railway travelling presented rather
abrupt changes and contrasts in scenery. The captain laughingly agreed
with this, and so, from one thing to another, they went on until the two
got into a lively conversation--Captain Lee thinking his travelling
companion an extremely agreeable young fellow, and Edwin esteeming the
captain one of the jolliest old boys he had ever met! These are the
very words he used, long after, in commenting on this meeting to his
friend Joseph Tipps.
During a pause in the conversation, Emma asked her father to whom a
certain villa they were passing belonged.
"I don't know," replied the captain; "stay, let me see, I ought to know
most of the places hereabouts--no, I can't remember."
"I rather think it belongs to a Colonel Jones," said Gurwood, for the
first time venturing to address Emma directly. "A friend of mine who is
connected with this railway knows him, and has often spoken to me about
him. The colonel has led an extremely adventurous life, I believe."
"Indeed!"
There was not much apparently in that little word, but there must have
been something mysterious in it, for it caused Edwin's heart to leap as
it had never leapt before. On the strength of it he began to relate
some of Colonel Jones's adventures, addressing himself now partly to the
captain and partly to Emma. He had a happy knack of telling a story,
and had thoroughly interested his hearers when the train slowed and
stopped, but as this was not the station at which he meant to get out--
Langrye being the next--he took no notice of the stoppage. Neither did
he pay any regard to a question asked by the acute man, whose face
appeared at the window as soon as the train stopped.
"Is that your bundle, sir?" repeated Mr Blunt a little louder.
"Eh? yes, yes--all right," replied Edwin, annoyed at the interruption,
and thinking only of Emma Lee, to whom he turned, and went on--"Well,
when Colonel Jones had scaled the first wall--"
"Come, sir," said Blunt, entering the carriage, and laying his hand on
Edwin's shoulder, "it's _not_ all right. This is another man's
property."
The youth turned round indignantly, and, with a flushed countenance,
said, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are travelling with another man's property," said
Blunt, quietly pointing to the strapped rug.
"_That_ is not my property," said Edwin, looking at it with a perplexed
air, "I never said it was."
"Didn't you though?" exclaimed Blunt, with an appealing look to the
captain. "Didn't you say, when I asked you, `Yes, it's all right.'
Moreover, young man, if it's not yours, why did you bring it into the
carriage with you?"
"_I_ did not bring it into the carriage," said Edwin, firmly, and with
increasing indignation. "I came down to this train with a lady, who is
now in it, and who can vouch for it that I brought no luggage of any
kind with me. I--"
At this moment the elderly gentleman with brown top-coat and spectacles
bustled up to the carriage, recognised his rug, and claimed it, with a
good deal of fuss and noise.
"Where are you travelling to?" demanded Blunt, with a touch of sarcasm
in his tone.
Poor Gurwood's countenance fell. He became somewhat pale, and said, in
a much less resolute voice, "You have no right to ask that question; but
since you suspect me, I may tell you that I am going to Langrye."
"Show your ticket," said the guard, looking in at that moment.
A glance showed the unhappy youth that Captain Lee was regarding him
with surprise and Emma with intense pity. Desperation gave him courage.
He turned abruptly to the captain, and said--
"I regret deeply, sir, that we part with such a foul suspicion hanging
over me. Come," he added sternly to Blunt, "I will go with you, and
shall soon prove myself innocent."
He leaped to the platform, closely accompanied by Blunt.
"Where do you intend to take me?" he asked, turning to his guardian,
whom he now knew to be a detective.
"Here, step this way," said Blunt, leading his prisoner towards the rear
of the train.
"Such a nice-looking young man, too, who'd 'ave thought it!" whispered
one of the many heads that were thrust out at the carriage-windows to
look at him as he passed.
"Get in here," said Blunt, holding open the door of an empty
second-class compartment of the same train; "we shan't want a ticket for
this part of the journey."
"But the lady I mentioned," said poor Edwin, "she can--"
"You can see her at Langrye, young man; come, get in," said Blunt,
sternly, "the train's just starting."
Edwin's blood boiled. He turned to smite the acute-visaged man to the
earth, but encountering the serene gaze of the magnificent guard who
stood close beside him, he changed his mind and sprang into the
carriage. Blunt followed, the door was banged and locked, the signal
was given and the train moved on.
"Why do you take me to Langrye instead of back to town?" asked Edwin,
after proceeding some distance in silence.
"Because we have an hour to wait for the up train, and it's pleasanter
waiting there than here," replied Blunt; "besides, I have business at
Langrye; I want to see one of my friends there who is looking after
light-fingered gentry."
As this was said significantly Edwin did not deign a reply, but, leaning
back in a corner, gazed out at the window and brooded over his unhappy
fate. Truly he had something to brood over. Besides being in the
unpleasant position which we have described, he had quite recently lost
his only relative, a "rich uncle," as he was called, who had brought
Edwin up and had led him to believe that he should be his heir. It was
found, however, on the examination of the old gentleman's affairs, that
his fortune was a myth, and that his house, furniture, and personal
effects would have to be sold in order to pay his debts. When all was
settled, Edwin Gurwood found himself cast upon his own resources with
good health, a kind but wayward disposition, a strong handsome frame, a
middling education, and between three and four hundred pounds in his
pocket. He soon found that this amount of capital melted with alarming
rapidity under the influence of a good appetite and expensive tastes, so
he resolved at once to commence work of some kind. But what was he to
turn to? His uncle had allowed him to do as he pleased. Naturally it
pleased the energetic and enthusiastic boy to learn very little of
anything useful, to read an immense amount of light literature, and to
indulge in much open-air exercise.
Bitterly did he now feel, poor fellow, that this course, although
somewhat pleasing at the time, did not fit him to use and enjoy the more
advanced period of life. He had disliked and refused to sit still even
for an hour at a time in boyhood; it now began to dawn upon him that he
was doomed for life to the greatest of all his horrors, the top of a
three-legged stool! He had hated writing and figures, and now visions
of ledgers, cash-books, invoice-books and similar literature with
endless arithmetical calculations began to float before his mental
vision. With intense regret he reflected that if he had only used
reasonably well the brief period of life which as yet lay behind him, he
might by that time have been done with initial drudgery and have been
entering on a brilliant career in one of the learned professions. As to
the army and navy, he was too old to get into either, even if he had
possessed interest, which he did not. Sternly did he reproach his
departed uncle when he brooded over his wrongs, and soliloquised
thus:--"You ought to have known that I was a fool, that I could not be
expected to know the fact, or to guide myself aright in opposition to
and despite of my own folly, and you ought to have forced me to study
when I declined to be led--bah! it's too late to say all this now.
Come, if there is any manhood in me worthy of the name, let me set to
work at once and make the most of what is left to me!"
Edwin reflected with complacency on the fact that one part of what was
left to him was a tall strong frame and broad shoulders, but his
judgment told him that though these were blessings not to be despised,
and for which he had every reason to be thankful, he ought not to plume
himself too much on them, seeing that he shared them in common with
numerous prize-fighters and burglars, besides which they could not prove
of very much value professionally unless he took to mining or
coal-heaving. He also reflected sadly on the fact that beyond the three
R's, a little Latin and French, and a smattering of literary knowledge,
he was little better than a red Indian. Being, as we have said, a
resolute fellow, he determined to commence a course of study without
delay, but soon found that the necessity of endeavouring to obtain a
situation and of economising his slender fortune interfered sadly with
his efforts. However, he persevered.
In the time of his prosperity, young Gurwood had made many friends, but
a touch of pride had induced him to turn aside from these--although many
of them would undoubtedly have been glad to aid him in his aims--to quit
the house of his childhood and betake himself to the flourishing town of
Clatterby, where he knew nobody except one soft amiable little
school-fellow, whom in boyish days he had always deemed a poor,
miserable little creature, but for whom nevertheless he entertained a
strong affection. We need scarcely say that this was Joseph Tipps, the
clerk at Langrye station.