"Gaily the troubadour touched his guitar."
On the third Sunday morning after Alvar's arrival, Mr Lester came down
as usual at the sound of the gong, and as he glanced round the
dining-room missed his two elder sons.
Prayers were over and breakfast had begun before Alvar entered.
"Ah pardon," he said, bowing to his grandmother; "I did not know it was
late."
"I make a point of being punctual on Sunday," said Mr Lester, in a tone
of incipient displeasure.
"Cheriton is late too," said Alvar.
"No," said Jack, "he's gone to Church."
"All, then _we_ do not go to-day," said Alvar, with an air of relief so
comical that even the solemn Jack could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes, we do," he said, "this is extra."
"Cheriton," said Mr Lester, "is very attentive to his religious
duties."
"I suppose he'll have breakfast at the Vicarage," said Nettie, as Alvar
raised his eyebrows and gave a little shrug.
It was a gesture habitual to him, and was not intended to express
contempt either for religion or for Cheriton, but only a want of
comprehension of the affair; but it annoyed Mr Lester and called his
attention to the fact that Alvar had appeared in a black velvet coat of
a peculiar foreign cut, the sight of which he disliked on a week-day,
and considered intolerable when it was contrasted with the spruce
neatness of the rest of the party. He could not very well attack Alvar
on the subject, but he sharply reproved Bob for cutting hunches of bread
when no one wanted them, and found fault with the coffee. And then,
apparently _a propos_ of nothing, he began to make a little speech about
the importance of example in a country place, and the influence of
trifles.
"And I can assure _every one_ present," he concluded emphatically, "that
there is no need to look far for an example of the evil effects of
neglect in these particulars."
"Elderthwaite?" whispered Nettie to Jack.
"Ay," said Mrs Lester, "young people should show respect to Sunday
morning. It is what in my father's house was always insisted on. Your
grandfather, too, used to say that he liked his dogs even to know
Sunday."
"It is strange to me," said Alvar coolly.
"It will be well that you should give yourself the pains to become
accustomed to it," said his father curtly.
It was the first time that the stately stranger had been addressed in
such a tone, and he looked up with a flash of the eye that startled the
younger ones.
"Sir, it is by your will I am a stranger here," he said, with evident
displeasure.
"Stranger or no, my regulations must be respected," said Mr Lester, his
colour rising.
Alvar rose from his seat and proved his claim at any rate to the family
temper by bowing to his grandmother and marching out of the room.
"Highty tighty!" said the grandmother. "Here's a spirt of temper for
you!"
"Intolerable insolence!" exclaimed Mr Lester. "Under my roof he must
submit to what I please to say to him."
"It's just what I told ye, Gerald; a foreigner's ways are what we cannot
do with," said Mrs Lester.
"Of course," blurted out Jack, with the laudable desire of mending
matters; "of course he is a foreigner. How can you expect him to be
anything else? And father never said it was his coat."
"His coat?" said Mr Lester. "It is his temper to which I object. When
he came I told him that I expected Sunday to be observed in my house,
and he agreed."
"But he did not understand that you thought that coat improper on
Sunday," said Jack with persevering justice.
"I am not in the habit of being obscure," said Mr Lester, as he rose
from the table, while Jack thought he would give Alvar a little good
advice.
Cherry was too soft; he was equally impartial, and would be more plain
spoken. But as he approached the library he heard an ominous tinkling,
and entering, beheld Alvar, still in the objectionable coat, beginning
to play on the still more objectionable guitar, an air which Jack did
not think sounded like a hymn tune.
Jack really intended to mend matters, but his manner was unfortunate,
and in the tone he would have used to a disobedient fag he remarked, as
he stood bolt upright beside his brother,--
"I say, Alvar, I think you'd better not play on that thing this
morning."
"There is no reason for you to tell me what to do," said Alvar quietly.
"It's not, you know," said Jack, "that _I_ think there's any harm in it.
_My_ views are very liberal. I only think it's a frivolous and unmanly
sort of instrument; but the governor won't like it, and there'll be no
end of a row."
"You have not a musical soul," said Alvar loftily, for he had had time
to cool down somewhat.
"_Certainly_ not," said the liberal Jack, with unnecessary energy and a
tone of disgust; "but that's not the question. It's not the custom here
to play _that sort of thing on a thing like that_ on a Sunday morning.
Ask Cherry."
"Would it vex my brother?" asked Alvar.
"If you mean Cheriton, it certainly would. He hates a row."
"A row?" said the puzzled Alvar, "that is a noise--my guitar?"
"Oh, hang it! no, a quarrel," began Jack, when suddenly--
"Sir, I consider this an act of defiance; I beg I may see that
instrument put away at once," and Mr Lester's voice took the
threatening sound that made his anger always appear so much worse than
it really was. "I will have the proprieties of my house observed, and
no example of this kind set to your younger brothers."
Alvar had taken Jack's interference with cool contempt, but now he
started up with a look of such passion as fairly subdued Jack into a
hasty--
"Oh come, come, I say, now--don't!" Alvar controlled himself suddenly
and entirely.
"Sir, I obey my father's commands. I will say good morning," and taking
up his guitar went up to his own room, from which he did not emerge at
church time, and as no one ventured to call him they set off without
him. Among themselves they might quarrel and make it up again many
times a day, but Alvar's feelings were evidently more serious.
It was occasionally Cheriton's practice to sing in the choir, more for
the popularity of his example than for his voice, which was indifferent.
Alvar had been greatly puzzled at his doing so, and had then told him
that "in that white robe he looked like the picture of an angel," a
remark which so discomfited Cherry that he had further perplexed his
unlucky brother by saying,--"_Pray_ don't say such a thing to the
others, I should never hear the last of it. You'd better say I look
like an ass at once."
He did not therefore see anything of his family till he met them after
the service, when Jack attacked him.
"What induced you to go out this morning? Everything has gone utterly
wrong, and I shouldn't wonder if we should find Alvar gone back to
Spain."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Alvar came down late in that ridiculous coat and then played the
guitar. And if ever you saw a fellow in a passion! He likes his own
way."
"Was father angry?"
"I should just think so, I don't expect they'll speak."
This was a pleasant prospect. Cheriton saw that his father's brow was
cloudy, and as he went upstairs his grandmother called him into her
room.
"Cheriton," she said mysteriously, as she sat down and untied her
bonnet, "Jack has told you of your brother's behaviour, and it's my
belief there's a clue to it, and I hope you'll take warning, for I
sometimes think ye've a hankering after that way yourself."
"What way, grandmamma? I never play the guitar on a Sunday morning."
"Nay, but there's more behind. It's well known how Sunday is profaned
in Popish countries. I've heard they keep the shops open in France.
Your brother has been brought up among Papists, and it would be a sad
thing for your father's son to give all this property into the hands of
the priests."
"Dear me, granny, what a frightful suggestion. But I'm sure Alvar has
no Romish sympathies. He has no turn for anything of the kind, and I
should think the Roman Church was very unattractive in Spain."
"Ay, but they're very deep."
"Well," said Cherry, "if Alvar is a Jesuit in disguise, as you say, and
rather a dissipated person, as my father seems to think, and has such an
appalling temper as Jack describes, we're in a bad way. I think I'll go
and see for myself."
When Cherry entered Alvar's room he found this alarming compound of
qualities sitting by the fire looking forlorn and lonely. "Why, Alvar,
what's all this about?"
"Ah, my brother," said Alvar, "you were absent and all has been wrong.
My father is offended with me. I know not why. He insulted me."
"Oh, nonsense! we never talk about being insulted. My father's a little
hasty, but he means nothing by it. What did you do that annoyed him?"
"I played my guitar and Jack scolded me. No one shall do so but you."
"I daresay Jack made an ass of himself--he often does; but he is a
thorough good fellow at bottom. You know we do get up in our best
clothes on Sunday."
"I can do that," said Alvar, "but your Sunday I do not understand. You
tell me I may not play at cards or at billiards; you do not dance nor go
to the theatre. What good does it do? I would go to church, though it
is tiresome, and I shudder at the singing. It is a mark, doubtless, of
my father's politics; but at home--well, I can smoke, if that is
better?"
Driven back to first principles, Cheriton hardly knew what to say. "Of
course," he answered. "I have often heard the matter discussed, and I
don't pretend to say that at Oxford the best of us are as particular as
we might be. But in a country place like this, carelessness would do
infinite harm. And, on the whole, I shouldn't like the rule to be
otherwise."
Alvar sighed, and made no answer.
"But," continued Cherry, "I think no one has a right to impose rules on
you. I wouldn't bring out the guitar in the morning--it looks rather
odd, you know--nor wear that coat. But we're not so very strict; there
are always newspapers about, and novels, and, as you say, you can smoke
or talk, or play the piano--I'm sure no one would know what the tune
was--or write letters. Really, it might be worse, you know."
Perhaps Cherry's coaxing voice and eyes were more effectual than his
arguments; any way, Alvar said, "Well, I will offer my hand to my
father, if he will take it."
"Oh, no; pray don't make a scene about it. There's the gong. Put on
your other coat, and come down. We _do_ eat our dinner on Sunday, and
I'm awfully hungry."
Whether Mr Lester accepted the coat as a flag of truce, or whether he
did not wish to provoke a contest with an unknown adversary, nothing
more was said; but Alvar's evil star was in the ascendant, and he was
destined to run counter to his family in a more unpardonable way.
He had no sympathy whatever with the love for animals, which was perhaps
the softest side of his rough kindred. All the English Lesters were
imbued with that devotion to live creatures which is ingrain with some
natures. No trouble was too great to take for them. Bob and Nettie got
up in the morning and went out in all weathers to feed their ferrets, or
their jackdaws, or whatever pet was young, sick, or troublesome.
Cheriton's great Saint Bernard, Rolla, ranked somewhere very near Jack
in his affections, and had been taught, trained, beaten, and petted,
till he loved his master with untiring devotion. Mrs Lester had her
chickens and turkeys, Mr Lester his prize cattle and his horses, some
of the latter old and well-tried friends.
It must be admitted that Oakby was a trying place for people devoid of
this sentiment. Every one had a dog, more or less valuable, and
jackdaws and magpies have their drawbacks as members of a family. Alvar
openly said that he had never seen anybody make pets of dumb animals,
and that he could not understand doing so; and though he took no notice
of them, Rolla and an old pointer of Mr Lester's, called Rose, had
already been thrashed for growling at him.
On this particular Sunday afternoon, the bright cold weather clouded
over and promised a thaw. Alvar preferred dulness to the weather
out-of-doors, and Cheriton accompanied his father on the Sunday stroll,
which included all the beasts on the premises, and generally ended in
visits to the old keeper and coachman, who thought it the height of
religious advantage to bear the squire read a chapter.
Mr Lester was aware that he had been impatient with his son, and that
Alvar could not be expected to be imbued with an instinctive knowledge
of those forms of religion with which his father had been inspired by
his young brilliant wife, when "Fanny" had taught him to restore his
church and build his schools in a fuller fashion than had satisfied his
father, and made him believe that his position demanded of himself and
his family a personal participation in all good works--some control of
them he naturally desired.
He was, as Mr Ellesmere said, with a little shrug, when forced to yield
a point, "a model squire," conscientious and open-handed, but
unpersuadable. Perhaps the clear-eyed, wide-souled Fanny might have
allowed more readily for the necessary changes of twenty years.
Certainly she would better have appreciated a newcomer's difficulties;
while poor Mr Lester felt that Fanny's ideal was invaded, and not by
Fanny's son. It spoilt his walk with Cheriton, and made him reply
sharply to the latter's attempts at agreeable conversation. Cheriton at
length left him at the old gamekeeper's; and while Mr Lester's
irritable accents were softened into kindly inquiries for the old
father, now pensioned off, he chatted to the son, at present in command,
who had been taking care of a terrier puppy for him.
Finding that Buffer, so called from his prevailing colour, was looking
strong and lively, Cheriton thought it would be as well to accustom him
to society, and took him back to the house. He could not help wondering
what would become of Alvar when he was left alone at Oakby. Another
fortnight would hardly be sufficient to give him any comfortable,
independent habits; how could he endure such deadly dulness as the life
there would bring him? That fortnight would be lively enough, and there
would be his cousin, Rupert Lester, for an additional companion, and
another Miss Seyton, more attractive than Virginia, for an occasional
excitement. If Alvar was so fascinating a person to young ladies, would
he--would she--? An indefinite haze of questions pervaded Cheriton's
mind, and as he reckoned over the county beauties whom he could
introduce to Alvar, and whom he would surely admire more than just the
one particular beauty who had first occurred to his thoughts, he reached
the house. He found his brothers and Nettie alone in the library, Alvar
sitting apart in the window, and looking out at the stormy sky.
"Hallo!" said Jack, "so you have brought Buffer up. Well, he has grown
a nice little chap."
"Yes, I thought it was time he should begin his education. Nice head,
hasn't he? He is just like old Peggy."
"Yes, he'll be a very good dog some day."
"Set him down," said Bob; "let's have a look at him."
"Little darling!" said Nettie, enthusiastically.
Buffer was duly examined, and then, as Cherry turned to the fire to warm
himself, observing that it was colder than ever, began to play about the
room, while they entered on a discussion of the merits of all his
relations up to their dim recollection of his great-grandmother.
Buffer made himself much at home, poked about the room, and at last
crossed over to Alvar, who had sat on, unheeding his entrance. Buffer
gave his trousers a gentle pull. Alvar shook him off. Here was another
tiresome little beast; then, just as Cherry crossed over to the window
in search of him, he made a dart at Alvar's foot and bit it sharply.
Alvar sprang up with a few vehement Spanish words, gave the little dog a
rough kick, and then dashed it away from him with a gesture of fierce
annoyance. Buffer uttered a howl of pain.
"I say, that's too rough," exclaimed Cherry, snatching up the puppy,
which cried and moaned.
"But it bit me!" said Alvar, angrily.
"I believe you have killed him," said Cheriton.
"You cruel coward," cried Nettie, bursting into a storm of tears.
Alvar stood facing all the four, their blue eyes flashing scorn and
indignation; but, angry as they were, they were too practical to waste
time in reproaches. Jack brought a light, and Bob, whose skill in such
matters equalled his literary incapacity, felt Buffer's limbs
scientifically.
"No ribs broken," he said; "he's bruised, though, poor little beggar!
Ah! he has put his shoulder out. Now, Cherry, if your hand's going to
shake, give him to Jack. I'll pull it in again."
"I can hold him steady," said Alvar, in a low voice.
"No, thank you," said Cherry, curtly, as Jack put a hand to steady his
hold, and the operation was performed amid piteous shrieks from Buffer.
Alvar had the sense to watch them in silence. What had he done? A kick
and a blow to any domestic animal was common enough in Spain. And now
he had roused all this righteous indignation, and, far worse, offended
Cherry, and seen his distress at the little animal's suffering, and at
its cause. Buffer was no sooner laid in Nettie's arms to be cossetted
and comforted, than he seized Cherry's hand.
"Ah, my brother! I did not know the little dog was yours. I would not
touch him--"
"What difference does that make?" said Cherry, shaking him off and
walking away.
"I shall keep _my_ dog out of his way," said Bob, contemptuously.
"I suppose Spaniards are savages," said Jack, in a tone of deadly
indignation.
"He'd better play a thousand guitars than hurt a poor little innocent
puppy!" said Nettie, half sobbing.
Alvar stood looking mournfully before him; his anger had died out; he
looked almost ready to cry with perplexity.
Cheriton turned round. "I won't have a fuss made," he said. "Take
Buffer upstairs to my room, and don't say a word to any one. It can't
be helped."
"I know _who_ I shall never say a word to," said Nettie; but she obeyed,
followed by Jack and Bob. Alvar detained Cheriton.
"Oh, my brother, forgive me. I would have broken my own arm sooner than
see your eyes look at me thus. It is with us a word and a blow. I will
never strike any little beast again--never."
He looked so wretched that Cheriton answered reluctantly, "I don't mean
to say any more about it."
"But you are angry still?"
"No, I'm not angry. I suppose you feel differently. I hate to see
anything suffer."
"And I to see you suffer, my brother."
"I? nonsense! I tell you that's nothing to do with it. There, let it
drop. I shall say no more."
He escaped, unable further to satisfy his brother, and went upstairs,
where Buffer had been put to bed comfortably.
"Did you ever know such a nasty trick in your life?" said Jack, as they
left the twins to watch the invalid's slumbers.
"Oh!" said Cherry, turning into his room, "it's all hopeless and
miserable. We shall never come to any good--never!"
"Oh, come, come now, Cherry," said Jack, for once assuming the office of
consoler. "Buffer'll do well enough; don't be so despairing."
Cheriton had much the brighter and serener nature of the two; but he was
subject to fits of reaction, when Jack's cooler temperament held its
own.
"It's not Buffer," he said, "it's Alvar! How can one ever have any
brotherly feeling for a fellow like that? He's as different as a Red
Indian!"
"It would be very odd and unnatural if you had much brotherly feeling
for him," said Jack. "Why do you trouble yourself about him?"
"But he does seem to have taken a sort of fancy to me, and the poor
fellow's a stranger!"
"You're a great deal too soft about him. Of course he likes you, when
you're always looking him up. Don't be superstitious about it--he's
only our half-brother; and don't go down to tea looking like that, or
you'll have the governor asking what's the matter with you."
"Remember, I'll not have a word said about it," said Cheriton
emphatically.
Nothing was said publicly about it, but Alvar was made to feel himself
in disgrace, and endeavoured to re-ingratiate himself with Cherry with a
simplicity that was irresistible. He asked humbly after Buffer's
health, and finally presented him with a silver chain for a collar.
When Buffer began to limp about on three legs, his tawny countenance
looking out above the silver engraved heart that clasped the collar with
the sentimental leer peculiar to puppyhood, the effect was sufficiently
ludicrous; but he forgave Alvar sooner than his brothers did, and
perhaps grateful for his finery, became rather fond of him.