"Vanity Fair! Vanity Fair all over!" exclaimed Brinsmead to Jack, as
they worked their way amidst the gaily-clad talking, higgling, laughing,
shouting throng. "It's many a day since I came to this part of the
meadow. It becometh me more to keep to the Duddery, where staple wares
are to be found, than to be wandering about in this fool's paradise; but
I wished you, my young friend, to see what is to be seen, that I may
point out its folly, and that you might not be fancying you had missed
some great delight. See yonder shouting fool, with bells and cap and
painted face, grimacing away to the gaping crowd, who think him the
merriest fellow they have ever set eyes on. Look into the poor wretch's
heart, and, take my word for it, it's well-nigh breaking. Maybe he has
a sickly wife and ten small children at home, who will starve if he
ceases to grimace: so grimace he must to the end of the chapter. But
who is this? An old friend, I verily believe!"
"Yea, and a trusty one, friend Brinsmead," said a person who at that
moment confronted Will, and took him cordially by the hand. "But what
can have brought you into this hurly-burly of folly and wickedness?"
"And what has brought you into the midst of the same hurly-burly, Job
Hodgkinson?" asked Will.
"I desired to make a short cut from the Duddery, and took my way across
it," answered the stranger.
Jack did not hear more of what was said; for Will having let go his arm,
and the crowd pressing on them, they were speedily separated from each
other. Jack looked about for his friend, but old Brinsmead's
low-crowned hat was completely concealed by the higher beavers of more
pretentious and taller persons. He pushed on as well as he could among
the crowd, hoping to overtake Brinsmead, but probably passed him.
Suddenly he caught sight, as he thought, of the worthy drover's
broad-built figure, moving in a different direction to what he had
expected at a pretty quick rate. This made Jack exert himself to
overtake him. By the time he came up with the chase, he found that he
had been following a stranger. At last, after wandering about in all
directions, he gave up the search as hopeless, and determined to amuse
himself as best he could, and then to try and find his way back to their
quarters in Cambridge.
Jack, not quite entering into Brinsmead's opinions with regard to the
wrongfulness of watching the tricks of the mummers and mountebanks and
other similar performers, had stopped before the booth of a conjurer,
who was by his amusing tricks producing a succession of broad grins on
the countenances of a crowd of rustics standing round him, and
occasional loud shouts of laughter. As the hubbub for a moment ceased,
Jack heard his name pronounced; and turning round, he saw two persons of
a class superior to the generality of the crowd standing close to him.
The eyes of one of them especially were fixed on him. The other he
recognised as the humble college student who had passed him and
Brinsmead on their entrance into Cambridge. A second glance showed him
that the student's companion was no other than his quondam acquaintance
Master Pearson, though no longer habited as a drover, but as a
substantial merchant, with a long coat of fine broadcloth, a
broad-brimmed beaver on the top of his periwig, a long neckcloth, and
high-heeled shoes with huge buckles.
"Ah, you are surprised to see me, Master Deane!" he observed with a
laugh, putting out his hand. "I told you that I was a dealer in woollen
goods, so that it is but fit I should appear in the proper guise of a
decent merchant, instead of in the habit of a common rough-rider, in
which you have before seen me. We have well met, for I have been
hunting for you through the fair; and my reverend friend here told me he
thought he had seen you, and would assist me in the search. I have
brought a despatch for you from a friend; for since we parted I have
ridden to Nottingham and back again, and have a communication of
importance to make to you. It must be in private though, for it will
not do to have eaves-droppers, and we know not who standing round might
hear us. Where is worthy Will Brinsmead?"
Jack in reply told Pearson how he had lost his friend in the crowd, and
begged to be informed of the tenour of the communication.
"I told you that I cannot deliver it out here," answered Pearson; "so
come along with me and my reverend friend, Master Simon Stirthesoul; for
you have not a chance of meeting with Brinsmead again before nightfall;
and I will see you afterwards to your lodgings, if you cannot find the
way by yourself."
Jack instinctively gave a hopeless glance round once more for his
friend, and then seeing no signs of him, agreed to accompany Pearson and
the minister. Pearson seemed anxious not to let Jack escape him, for he
took him by the arm, and held it fast while they were working their way
through the crowd. This took some time, for the busy throng seemed in
no way inclined to make room for them. At length, however, they reached
the banks of the Cam, where Master Pearson hailed a wherry and bargained
with the rowers to convey them to Cambridge. By this time the shades of
evening were coming on, and Jack could not help feeling glad that he had
fallen in with Master Pearson, rather than have to find his way by
himself back to Cambridge. Never was the river more alive with boats
passing and repassing, filled with all descriptions of people, from the
magistrate with his chain and cloak of office, his gold-headed mace, and
gaudily dressed officials, to small tradesmen and humble artisans with
their wives and families. Many returning from the fair were shouting
and singing, evidently having paid frequent visits to the vintners'
shops, while the children blew their trumpets and sprung their rattles,
as an accompaniment to the vocal music of their elders.
On disembarking from the wherry, Pearson, instead of entering the town,
led the way to a distant part of the outskirts, stopping at the door of
what appeared to be a small farm-house. A knock with his walking-stick
gained him admittance, when exchanging a few words with the inmates, he
desired his companions also to enter. A decent-looking woman placed a
tankard of ale, with pipes and tobacco, before them, and then, without
making any remark, withdrew to an inner room.
"They are trustworthy," observed Pearson, as he closed the door; "and
now, Master Deane, I will deliver my message. In the first place, you
remember that evening I met you down by the water-meadows. It appears
that in some way or other you have offended your companions on that
evening, and one of them being taken up on suspicion of poaching with
the hope of saving his own carcass a flogging, or the pillory, has
informed against you and me. You will, therefore, find it somewhat
dangerous to revisit your native town for the present. Your friend Mr
Harwood hearing of this, and knowing that I had become acquainted with
you, sent you this packet, which you will examine at your leisure. It
contains a further supply of introductions to several people of
importance which he wishes you particularly to deliver in person, and I
promised him to invite you to accompany me in the journey I propose
making shortly to the north. You will there enjoy a wilder sort of life
than you will find in this part of the country, and meet with a variety
of characters which will afford you a subject of amusement."
"How provoking!" exclaimed Jack; "I did not think Smedley and Bligh
would have turned traitors; and--and--" he hesitated for some seconds.
"You mean to say, you would like to pay another visit to Harwood
Grange," said Pearson, with a laugh. "Well, to my mind, you will serve
your own purpose better if you carry out Mr Harwood's wishes. In a few
months probably the matter will be forgotten, and in the mean time you
can see something of the world. A trip over to the Continent would be
of interest."
"But I have engaged to accompany Brinsmead to Norwich," observed Jack;
"and I have several commissions of importance to execute there for Mr
Strelley. I must not neglect them."
"No need for you to do so," answered Pearson. "Go on to Norwich, as you
purpose, and I will meet you in a week's time at Saint Faith's. I have
agreed to wait there for a party of Highland drovers, who are on their
way south with some large herds of lean beasts, for the purpose of
getting flesh put upon them in the Lincolnshire fens. What do you say
to this plan?"
"I will think it over," said Jack. "I would rather go back to
Nottingham and meet the charge like a man. If a fine would get me off,
I would sell every thing I possess; though I have no fancy for the
pillory, I will confess."
"You would run a great risk of the pillory, let me tell you," observed
Pearson; "so I would advise you to carry out the plan I proposed; I
think our reverend friend here will give you the same advice."
"Indeed would I, my son," observed the minister; "and though by it you
have made yourself amenable to the laws, I cannot see that you are
called upon of your own free will to expiate your offence by undergoing
the punishment that would await you. I propose to accompany Master
Pearson, and may be I shall be able to give you such counsel and advice
as will keep you in future from committing such follies and
transgressions. These are bad times we live in. Our ancient customs
are being overthrown daily, and no man can say where it will all end."
"I thought that most people were pretty well contented now that King
William is firmly seated on the throne, and that great improvements are
taking place throughout the country in all directions," observed Jack,
repeating the remarks he had often heard made by his father, Dr Deane,
the Worshipful Mr Pinkstone, and others.
The minister sighed.
"What some call improvements others may look upon in a very different
light," he observed; "but we will talk of these things by and by, my
young friend; perhaps matters which you now see in one light, you may
then see in another."
It is scarcely necessary to repeat the conversation which took place.
Jack was excessively puzzled with many of the remarks made by his
companions, especially by the divinity student, who seemed to have
notions very different to those held in general by Puritan divines. He
was evidently a shrewd man, with cunning, piercing eyes, and sharp
features, professing to care very little for the good things of life.
It appeared that he was to remain at the house where they then were, for
Master Pearson wished him good night, and, telling him that he would
return anon, invited Jack to accompany him into Cambridge, where he
would endeavour to find out the Cat and Whistle, the sign of the
hostelry at which Brinsmead and his drovers had put up.
"No necessity to tell old Will what we have been talking about,"
observed Pearson; "especially that poaching matter, for instance. Tell
him that you have received instructions to part company with him at
Saint Faith's; and if you render exact account of all your transactions,
and give him up any money you may have received belonging to Mr
Strelley, he can have no cause of complaint."
Pearson accompanied Deane to the entrance of the inn, where, shaking him
warmly by the hand, he said, "Remember Saint Faith's; for your own sake
keep to your present intention."
Jack followed Pearson's advice with regard to the account he gave of the
cause of his absence. Old Will fixed his keen grey eyes upon him; and
Jack could not help feeling that he looked at him with suspicion.
"It's always that Master Pearson!" observed old Will; "I should like to
have a few words with him myself. I don't like these strangers who come
dodging our steps and turning up in all manner of places. I have an
idea, Master Jack, that he has been using you as a pump, to get up
through you what information he can about our business. Now, Jack, if
you have been communicative to him, you have acted like a fool, and,
more than that, have done very wrong. A wise man should keep all his
own affairs to himself; and still closer should he keep his master's
affairs. They are not his property, remember; and he who talks about
them is giving away what is not his own, and that no honest man will
do."
"You are hard upon me, Master Brinsmead!" said Jack. "I am not
conscious of having said any thing about Mr Strelley's affairs to
Pearson, or to any one else. I have committed faults in my time, that I
know, and am very likely to have to pay the penalty--I rather hope I
may--but I have never acted dishonourably to any one who has trusted
me."
Jack, though he spoke thus, was not altogether comfortable in his mind.
That night's fishing expedition, and many others of a similar character,
which he was conscious were unlawful, rose up before him. Besides, he
felt he had spoken more freely to Master Pearson than he ought to have
done, though he had not, that he was aware of, communicated any
information which might prove detrimental to the interests of his
employer. For the first time in his life, perhaps, he had little
inclination for supper, while his dreams were far from being of a
pleasant character.
The next day he and Brinsmead, with all their party, had an abundance of
work to get through. One of the company of pack-horses had to be laden
with wool and sent off to Nottingham, while another was got ready to
proceed to Norwich. Brinsmead and Jack were to accompany the latter.
The wool for Norwich was to supply with material the worsted manufacture
carried on in that town. It had long been noted for it, having been
introduced by the Flemings as early as the twelfth century; and it was
followed up in latter years by that of Sayes arras and bombasins.
Gauzes and crapes had of late years been introduced by the French
Huguenot refugees, to whom every encouragement was wisely afforded to
set up their looms and other machines.