Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.--Tempest.
Sunday morning found Anna in a different frame of mind from that of the
evening before. Uncle Clement had been very ill all night, and the
house was to be kept as quiet as possible. When Anna came in from
early Celebration, Aunt Cherry came out looking like a ghost, and very
anxious, and gave a sigh of relief on Adrian being reported still
sound asleep. Gerald presently came down, pale and languid, but calling
himself all right, and loitering over his breakfast till after the boy
appeared, so rosy and ravenous as to cause no apprehension, except that
he should devour too much apricot jam, and use his new boots too noisily
on the stairs.
Anna devised walking him to Beechcroft to hear if there were any news
of Fergus, and though he observed, with a certain sound of contemptuous
rivalship, that there was no need, for “Merrifield was as right as a
trivet,” he was glad enough to get out of doors a little sooner, and
though he affected to be bored by the kind inquiries of the people they
met, he carried his head all the higher for them.
Nobody was at home except General Mohun, but he verified Adrian’s
impression of his nephew’s soundness, whatever the mysterious comparison
might mean; and asked rather solicitously not only after Mr. Underwood
but after Gerald, who, he said, was a delicate subject to have made such
exertions.
“It really was very gallant and very sensible behaviour,” he said, as
he took his hat to walk to St. Andrew’s with the brother and sister,
but Anna was conscious of a little pouting in Adrian’s expression, and
displeasure in his stumping steps.
Gerald came to church, but went to sleep in the sermon, and had
altogether such a worn-out look that no one could help remembering that
he had never been very strong, and had gone through much exertion the
day before, nor could he eat much of the mid-day meal. Mrs. Grinstead,
who was more at ease about her brother, looked anxiously at him, and
with a kind of smile the word “Apres” passed between them. The Sunday
custom was for Clement to take Adrian to say his Catechism, and have a
little instruction before going out walking, but as this could not be on
this day, Anna and he were to go out for a longer walk than usual, so
as to remove disturbance from the household. Gerald declined, of course,
and was left extended on the sofa; but just as Anna and Adrian had made
a few steps along the street, and the boy had prevailed not to walk to
Clipstone, as she wished, but to go to the cliffs, that she might hear
the adventure related in sight of the scene of action, he discovered
that he had left a glove. He was very particular about Sunday walking
in gloves in any public place, and rushed back to find it, leaving his
sister waiting. Presently he came tearing back and laughing.
“Did you find it?”
“Oh yes; it was in the drawing-room. And what else do you think I found?
Why, Cherie administering”--and he pointed down his throat, and made a
gulp with a wild grimace of triumph. “On the sly! Ha! ha!”
Anna felt as if the ground had opened under her feet, but she answered
gravely--
“Poor Gerald went through a great deal yesterday, and is quite knocked
up, so no wonder he needs some strengthening medicine.”
“Strengthening grandmother! Don’t you think I know better than that?” he
cried, with a caper and a grin.
“Of course you had to have some cordial when you were taken out of the
water.”
“And don’t you know what it was?”
“I know the fisher-people carry stuff about with them in case of
accidents.”
“That’s the way with girls--just to think one knows nothing at all.”
“What do you know, Adrian?”
“Know? Why, I haven’t been about with Kit and Ted Harewood for nothing!
Jolly good larks it is to see how all of you take for granted that a
fellow never knew the taste of anything but tea and milk-and-water.”
“But what do you know the taste of?” she asked, with an earnestness
that provoked the boy to tease and put on a boasting manner, so that she
could not tell how much he was pretending for the sake of amazing and
tormenting her, in which he certainly succeeded.
However, his attention was diverted by coming round the corner to where
there was a view of Anscombe Bay, when he immediately began to fight his
battles o’er again, and show where they had been groping in the mud and
seaweed in pursuit of sea-urchins, and stranded star-fish, and crabs.
“And it wasn’t a forest after all, it was just a sell--nothing but mud
and weed, only Fergus would go and poke in it, and there were horrid
great rough stones and rocks too, and I tumbled over one.”
Anna here became conscious that the whole place was the resort of the
afternoon promenaders of Rockquay, great and small, of all ranks and
degrees, belonging to the “middle class” or below it, and that they
might themselves become the object of attention; and she begged
her brother to turn back and wait till they could have the place to
themselves.
“These are a disgusting lot of cads,” he agreed, “but there won’t be
such a jolly tide another time. I declare I see the very rock where I
saw the sea-mouse--out there! red and shiny at the top.”
Here a well-dressed man, who had just come up the Coast-guard path, put
aside his pipe, and taking off his hat, deferentially asked--
“Have I the honour of addressing Sir Adrian Vanderkist?”
Adrian replied with a gracious nod and gesture towards his straw hat,
and in another moment Anna found him answering questions, and giving his
own account of the adventure to the inquirer, who, she had little
doubt, was a reporter, and carrying his head, if possible, higher in
consequence as he told how Fergus Merrifield had lingered over his
stones, and all the rest after his own version. She did not hear the
whole, having had to answer the inquiries of one of the bicycle friends
of the previous day, but when her attention was free she heard--
“And the young lady, Sir Adrian?”
“Young lady! Thank goodness, we were not bothered with any of that
sort.”
“Indeed, Sir Adrian, I understood that there was a young lady, Miss
Aurelia, that Master Merrifield was lamenting, as if she had met with a
watery grave.”
“Ha! ha! Aralia was only the name of a bit of fossil kind of a stick
that Merrifield had us down there to find in the fossil forest. I’m sure
I saw no forest, only bits of mud and stuff! But he found a bit, sure
enough, and was ready to break his heart when he had to leave his bag
behind him on the rock. Aralia a young lady! That’s a good one.”
He forgathered with a school-fellow on the way home, and Anna heard
little more.
The next day, however, there arrived the daily local paper, addressed
to Sir Adrian Vanderkist, Bart., and it was opened by him at
breakfast-time.
“I say! Look here! ‘Dangerous Accident in Anscombe. A Youthful Baronet
in peril!’ What asses people are!” he added, with an odd access of the
gratified shame of seeing himself for the first time in print. But he
did not proceed to read aloud; there evidently was something he did
not like, and he was very near pocketing it and rushing off headlong to
school with it, if his aunt and Anna had not entreated or commanded for
it, when he threw it over with an uncomplimentary epithet.
“Just what I was afraid of when I saw the man talking to him!” exclaimed
Anna. “Oh, listen!
“‘The young Sir Adrian Vanderkist, at present residing at St. Andrew’s
Rock with his aunt, Mrs. Grinstead, and the Rev. E. C. Underwood, and
who is a pupil at Mrs. Edgar’s academy for young gentlemen, was, we are
informed, involved in the most imminent danger, together with a son
of General Sir Jasper Merrifield, K.G.C., a young gentleman whose
remarkable scientific talent and taste appear to have occasioned the
peril of the youthful party, from whence they were rescued by Gerald F.
Underwood, Esq., of Vale Leston.’”
“What’s all that?” said Gerald F. Underwood, Esquire, sauntering in and
kissing his aunt. “Good-morning. How is Uncle Clement this morning?”
“Much better; I think he will be up by and by,” answered Mrs. Grinstead.
“What bosh have you got there? The reporters seized on their prey, eh?”
“There’s Sir Jasper!” exclaimed Anna, who could see through the blinds
from where she sat.
Sir Jasper had driven over with his little son, and, after leaving him
at school, had come to inquire for Mr. Underwood, and to obtain a fuller
account of the accident, having already picked up a paper and glanced at
it.
“I am afraid my little scamp led them into the danger,” he said.
“Scientific taste forsooth! Science is as good a reason as anything else
for getting into scrapes.”
“Really,” said Gerald, “I can’t say I think your boy came out the worst
in it, though I must own the Rockquay Advertiser bestows most of the
honours of the affair on the youthful baronet! You say he blew his own
trumpet,” added Gerald, turning to Anna.
“The reporter came and beset us,” said Anna, in a displeased voice. “I
did not hear all that passed, but of course Adrian told him what he told
me, only those people make things sound ridiculous.”
“To begin with,” said Gerald, “I don’t think Fergus, or at any rate
Davy Blake, was in fault. They tried to go home in good time, having
an instinct for tides, but Adrian was chasing a sea-mouse or some such
game, and could not be brought back, and then he fell over a slippery
rock, and had to be dragged out of a hole, and by that time the channel
of the Anscombe stream was too deep, at least for him, who has been only
too carefully guarded from being amphibious.”
“Oh! that did not transpire at home,” said Sir Jasper. “Boys are so
reserved.”
Mrs. Grinstead and Anna looked rather surprised. Anna even ventured--
“I thought Fergus got too absorbed.”
“So did I,” said his father dryly. “And he did not justify himself.”
“M--m--m,” went on Gerald, skimming the article.
“Read it,” cried Anna. “You know none of us have seen it.”
Gerald continued--
“‘Their perilous position having been observed from Anscombe cliffs, Mr.
G. F. Underwood of Vale Leston heroically’ (i.e. humbugically) ‘made
his way out to their assistance, while a boat was put off by the
Coast-guard, and that of Mr. Carter, fisherman, from Rockquay was
launched somewhat later.’ We could not see either of them, you know. My
eye, this is coming it strong! ‘The young baronet generously insisted
that the little fisher-boy, David Blake, who had accompanied them,
should first be placed in safety--’”
“Didn’t he?” exclaimed Anna. “I saw, and I wondered, but I thought it
was his doing.”
“You saw?”
“Yes, in the Coast-guard’s telescope.”
“Oh! That is a new feature in the case!”
“Then he did not insist?” said Mrs. Grinstead.
“It was with the wrong side of his mouth.”
“But why did you send the fisher-boy first, when after all his life was
less important?” exclaimed Anna, breaking forth at last.
“First, for the reason that I strove to impress on ‘the youthful
baronet,’ Noblesse oblige. Secondly, that Davy knew how to make his way
along the rocks, and also knew where to find the Preventive station. I
could leave him to get on, as I could not have done with the precious
Adrian, and that gave a much better chance for us all. It was swimming
work by the time I got back, and by that time I thought the best
alternative for any of us was to keep hold as long as we could, and then
keep afloat as best we might till we were picked up. Your boy was the
hero of it all. Adrian was so angry with me for my disrespect that I
could hardly have got him to listen to me if Fergus had not made him
understand, that to let himself be passive and be floated by me till the
boats came up was the only thing to be done. There was one howl when he
had to let go his beloved aralia, but he showed his soldier blood, and
behaved most manfully.”
“I am most thankful to hear it,” said his father, “and especially
thankful to you.”
“Oh! there was not much real danger,” said Gerald lightly, “to any one
who could swim.”
“But Adrian could not,” said Anna. “Oh! Gerald, what do we not owe to
you?”
“I must be off,” said Sir Jasper; “I must see about a new jacket for my
boy. By the bye, do you know how the little Davy fared in the matter of
clothes?”
“Better than any of us,” said Gerald. “He was far too sharp to go
mud-larking in anything that would be damaged, and had his boots safe
laid up in a corner. I wish mine were equally safe.”
Sir Jasper’s purchases were not confined to boots and jacket, but as
compensation for his hard words included a certain cabinet full of
drawers that had long been Fergus’s cynosure.
Anna and her aunt were much concerned at what was said of Adrian, and
still more at the boastful account that he seemed to have given; but
then something, as Mrs. Grinstead observed, must be allowed for the
reporter’s satisfaction in having interviewed a live baronet. Each of
the parties concerned had one hero, and if the Merrifields’ was Fergus,
to their own great surprise and satisfaction, Aunt Cherry was very happy
over her own especial boy, Gerald, and certainly it was an easier task
than to accept “the youthful baronet” at his own valuation or that of
the reporter.
Mrs. Grinstead considered whether to try to make him less conceited
about it, and show him his want of truth. She consulted his uncle about
it, showing the newspaper, and telling, and causing Gerald to tell, the
history of the accident, which Clement had not been fit to hear all the
day before.
He was still in bed, but quite ready to attend to anything, and he
laughed over the account, which she illustrated by the discoveries she
had made from the united witnesses.
“And is it not delightful to see for once what Gerald really is?” she
said.
“Yes, he seems to have behaved gallantly,” said his uncle; “and I won’t
say just what might have been expected.”
“One does expect something of an Underwood,” she said.
“Little Merrifield too, who saw the danger coming, deserves more honour
than he seems to have taken to himself.”
“Yes, he accepted severity from that stern father of his, who seems very
sorry for it now. It is curious how those boys’ blood comes out in the
matter--chasser de race.”
“You must allow something for breeding. Fergus had not been the idol of
a mother and sisters, and Gerald remembered his father in danger.”
“Oh, I can never be glad enough that he has that remembrance of him! How
like him he grows! That unconscious imitation is so curious.”
“Yes, the other day, when I had been dozing, I caught myself calling out
that he was whistling ‘Johnny Cope’ so loud that he would be heard in
the shop.”
“He seems to be settling down more happily here than I expected. I
sometimes wonder if there is any attraction at Clipstone.”
“No harm if there were, except--”
“Except what? Early marriage might be the very best thing.”
“Perhaps, though sometimes I doubt whether it is well for a man to have
gone through the chief hopes and crises of life so soon. He looks out
for fresh excitement.”
“There are so many stages in life,” said Geraldine, sighing. “And with
all his likenesses, Gerald is quite different from any of you.”
“So I suppose each generation feels with those who succeed it. Nor do
I feel as if I understood the Universities to-day as I did Cambridge
thought of old. We can do nothing but wait and pray, and put out a hand
where we see cause.”
“Where we see! It is the not seeing that is so trying. The being sure
that there is more going on within than is allowed to meet one’s eye,
and that one is only patronized as an old grandmother--quite out of it.”
“I think the conditions of life and thought are less simple than in our
day.”
“And to come to the present. What is to be done about Adrian--the one
who was not a hero, though he made himself out so?”
“Probably he really thought so. He is a mere child, you know, and it was
his first adventure, before he has outgrown the days of cowardice.”
“He need not have told stories.”
“Depend upon it, he hardly knew that he did so.”
“He had the reporter to help him certainly, and the ‘Rockquay
Advertiser’ may not keep to the stern veracity and simplicity of the
‘Pursuivant’.”
“And was proud to interview a live baronet.”
“Then what shall we do--Anna and I, I mean?”
“Write the simple facts to Vale Leston, and then let it alone.”
“To him?”
“Certainly. He would think your speaking mere nagging. Preserve an
ominous silence if he speaks. His school-fellows will be his best cure.”
“Well, he did seem ashamed!”
Clement was right. The boy’s only mention of the paragraph was once as
“that beastly thing”; and Anna discovered from Valetta Merrifield, that
whatever satisfaction he might have derived from it had been effectually
driven out of him by the “fellows” at Mrs. Edgar’s, who had beset him
with all their force of derision, called him nothing but the “youthful
Bart.,” and made him ashamed as none of the opposite sex or of maturer
years could ever have succeeded in doing. Valetta said Fergus had tried
to stop it, but there had certainly been one effect, namely, that Adrian
was less disposed to be “Merry’s” shadow than heretofore, and seemed
inclined instead to take up with the other seniors.
One thing, however, was certain. Gerald enjoyed a good deal more
consideration among the Clipstone damsels than before. True, as Jasper
said, it was only what any one would have done; but he had done it, and
proved himself by no means inferior to “any one,” and Fergus regarded
him as a true hero, which had a considerable effect on his sisters, the
more perhaps because Jasper derided their admiration.
They were doubly bent on securing him for a contributor to the
Mouse-trap. They almost thought of inviting him to their Browning
afternoons, but decided that he would not appreciate the feminine
company, though he did so often have a number of the ‘Censor’ to discuss
it with Dolores, whenever they met him.