These things are a mystery. No doubt we two, parting as we did, boy and
girl, ought to have met formally as strangers, perhaps have been
re-introduced, and I ought to have made my approaches _en regle_, but
all I knew then was that the bright, affectionate little girl who had
been so kind to me had grown into a beautiful woman, whom I felt that I
dearly loved; and as for Hetty, as she looked up in my face in a quiet,
trusting way, she calmly told me that she had always felt that I should
come back some day, and that though she hardly recognised me at first,
she was not a bit surprised.
Terribly prosaic and unromantic all this, no doubt; but all young people
are not driven mad by persecution, and do not tie their affections up in
knots and tangles which can never perhaps be untied. All I know is that
I remember thinking that when Adam awoke and found Eve by his side in
Paradise, he could not have felt half so happy as I did then; and that,
walking slowly back with Hetty's little hand resting upon my arm, and
held in its place by one twice as large, I thought Paradise might have
been a very pleasant kind of place, but that this present-day world
would do for me.
We said very little, much as we wanted to say, but walked on, treading
as it were upon air, till, as if in a moment, we were back at the town,
when she said with a quiver in her voice:
"I must leave you now. Papa will be waiting for me to pour out his
coffee. He will not touch it unless I do."
"You are in mourning for Mrs Blakeford," I said, and my eyes fell upon
the little shabby silver brooch I had given her all those years ago.
"Yes, and papa has not been the same since she died. He has very bad
health now, and is sadly changed. He is in some great trouble, too, but
I don't know what."
I did; and I walked on thoughtfully by her side till we reached the
gate, where we stopped, and she laid her hand in mine.
But the next moment my mind was made up, and, drawing her arm through
mine, and trying with a look to infuse some of my assurance, I walked
with her into the house, and into the apparently strangely dwarfed
sitting-room.
"Who's that?" cried a peevish voice. "I want my coffee, Hetty. It's
very late. Has the post come in? Who's that, I say, who's that?"
I stared in astonishment at the little withered yellow man with grizzly
hair and sunken eyes, and asked myself--Is this the Mr Blakeford who
used to make me shudder and shrink with dread?
I could not believe it, as I stood there five feet ten in my stockings,
and broad-shouldered, while he, always below the middle height, had
terribly shrunk away.
"Who is it, I say, Hetty? Who have you brought home?" he cried again in
a querulous voice.
"It is I, Mr Blakeford," I said--"Antony Grace; and I have come to see
if we cannot make friends."
He sank back in his chair, his jaw dropped, and his eyes dilated with
dread; but as I approached with extended hand, he recovered somewhat,
and held out his own as he struggled to his feet.
"How--how do you do?" he faltered; "I've been ill--very ill. My wife
died. Hetty, my dear, quick, Mr Grace will have breakfast with us.
No, no, don't ring; fetch a cup yourself, my dear--fetch it yourself."
Hetty looked at him wonderingly, but she obeyed; and as the door closed
upon her, Blakeford exclaimed, in quick trembling tones:
"She doesn't know--she knows nothing. Don't tell her. For God's sake
don't tell her. Don't say you have."
"I have told her nothing, Mr Blakeford," I replied.
"Don't tell her, then. Bless her, I could not bear for her to know. I
won't fight, Mr Grace, I won't fight. I'm a broken man. I'll make
restitution, I will indeed; but for God's sake don't tell my child."
"Then he is not all bad," I thought, "for he does love her, and would be
ashamed if she knew that he had been such a consummate villain."
And as I thought that, I recalled her brave defence of him years ago,
and then wondered at the change as she entered the room.
I breakfasted with them, the old man--for, though not old in years, he
was as much broken as one long past seventy--watching me eagerly, his
hands trembling each time terribly as he raised his cup, while Hetty's
every action, her tender solicitude for her father's wants, and the way
in which she must have ignored every ill word that she had heard to his
injury, filled me with delight.
He must have read my every word and look, for I have no doubt I was
transparent enough, and then he must have read those of Hetty, simple,
unconscious and sweet, for it did not seem to occur to her that any of
the ordinary coquetries of the sex were needed; and at last, when I
roused myself to the fact that Tom Girtley must be waiting breakfast, it
was nearly eleven, and I rose to go.
"You are not going, Mr Grace," said Hetty's father anxiously. "Don't
go yet."
"I must, sir," I said, "but I will soon be back."
"Soon be back?" he said nervously.
"Yes, sir. And that business of ours. That settlement."
"Yes, yes," he said, with lips quivering, "it shall all be done. But
don't talk about it now, not before Hetty here."
"I think Hetty, Mr Blakeford, will help the settlement most easily for
us both, will you not, dear?" I said, and I drew her to my side.
"There, Mr Blakeford," I said, holding out my hand once more, "are we
to be good friends?"
He tried to answer me, but no words came, and he sank back, quivering
with nervous trepidation in his chair.
He was better, though, in a few minutes, and when I left him he clung to
my hand, his last words being:
"I will make all right, I will give you no trouble now."
Tom Girtley laughed at me when I rejoined him and told him where I had
been.
"This is a pretty way of doing business!" he exclaimed. "You play fast
and loose with your solicitor, and end by coming down and compromising
the case with the defendant. Really, Mr Grace, this is most
reprehensible, and I shall wash my hands of the whole affair."
"Glad of it," said I, laughing. "A solicitor should always have clean
hands."
We chatted on merrily as we walked, for we had started to go as far as
my old home, where, as I pointed out to him the scene of many a happy
hour, a feeling of sadness more painful than I had experienced for years
seemed to oppress me, and it was not until I had once more left the old
home far behind that I was able to shake it off.
When we returned to the hotel it was to find Mr Blakeford waiting for
us, and to the utter surprise of both, we were soon put in possession of
all that was necessary to give me that which was my own by right, but
which he saw plainly enough that his child would share.
"I don't like to turn prophet, Tony," said my companion, "but I should
say that our friend Blakeford is putting his affairs in order on account
of a full belief that a summons is about to issue that he is soon to
meet. Well, I congratulate you," he said, "and I don't wonder now why
it was that I did not find we were rivals."
This was after we had spent one evening at Blakeford's; and in the
morning, after a tender leave-taking, we were on our way back to London.
My presence was needed, for the test of the machine would take place
next day, and I found Hallett had been taken so ill that all prospect of
his attending the public trial had been swept away.
"It does not matter," he said to me quietly, when I was sitting with
him, propped up in an easy-chair, beside Mrs Hallett. "It is better as
it is, Antony, my dear boy. I shall not be there for the miserable
scamps to pelt when the poor old idol breaks down again."
"Breaks down!" I cried exultingly; "I was there last night till after
twelve, and there will be no tampering this time, for a policeman is on
the watch, and Mr Jabez and Mr Peter were going to take turn and turn
in the room all night, the one with a box full of snuff, and the other
with a couple of ounces of tobacco, and the longest clay pipe I could
get."
"`There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip,'" he said, looking at me with
a piteous smile upon his wasted face. "Antony, lad, inventors do not
often reap much from the crops they sow, but there is the unselfish
pleasure of helping others. If I do not prosper from my work others
may. God bless you, lad! I believe I have a trusty friend in you, and
one who will be true to my poor mother here and Linny."
"Why, my dear Hallett," I exclaimed, "what a doleful tone to take on
this, the day of success. Come, come, come, you want a dose of good
news. I'm off now, and the fastest cab shall luring me back the moment
the verdict is pronounced."
"`There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip,'" he said again softly; and
there was a strange and meaning smile upon his face.
"Out upon you, raven!" I cried merrily. "In two hours I'll be here
with such news as shall bring the colour back in those white cheeks; and
to-morrow you shall come down into the country with me. I shall ask for
another fortnight, and you shall wander with me in the green fields, and
we'll idle and rest, for when the work is done there should surely be
some play."
He smiled and nodded.
"Yes," he said, "some rest."
I hurried away at the last, leaving Linny with him, and a more easy
cheerful look upon his countenance, and soon after I was at Mr
Ruddle's, to find all ready, our friends collected, and the invited
people coming fast.
"`_Festina lente_' is a good motto, Grace," said old Mr Girtley, taking
me by the button. "A little more patience, and we should have had this
right last time, though or course we could not guard against the
accident. Ah, Tom," he continued, "how's parchment? I'd rather have
seen you the schemer of this machine, my boy, than the winner of the
most tangled legal case."
"Rather hard that, Tony, when I have just won you five hundred a year
and a wife, eh?" said Tom, laughing; and then my attention was taken up
in a dozen ways. There were the brothers Rowle to talk to; Mr
Grimstone to shake my hand; Mr Ruddle to chat with about the success of
the machine, and about Lister, concerning whom he made a significant
motion, turning his hand into a drinking-vessel, and shaking his head.
Then there was a hitch. Everything was declared in readiness, when it
was found that the shaft that ran through the building was ceasing to
revolve.
It came like a black cloud over the proceedings, but it was only the
stoker's neglect. Half an hour after, the steam was well up once more,
and, with the room crowded, Mr Girtley, just as on the last occasion,
gave the long leathern band a twitch; shaft was connected with shaft; a
touch from a long lever tightened the driving-wheel and its fellow
portion; there was a whirring, clanking noise, the spinning of wheels,
the revolving of cylinders; ink-rollers ran round; the great reel of
paper began to give its fair surface to the kiss of the type; the speed
was increased, faster--faster--faster, and those who had shrunk back at
first, as if expecting an accident, grew excited and drew in, while the
ponderous machine, working as easily as a watch, turned off perfected
newspaper sheets at a rate that seemed astounding.
There was no hesitation now; there were no doubting looks, but a hearty
cheer arose, one that was taken up again on the staircase, and ran from
room to room, till the girls, busy folding down below, joined their
shrill voices merrily in the cry.
"Success, Tony!" cried Tom, catching my hand.
"And Hallett not here!" I cried.
The next minute I seized one of the printed newspapers that came from
the machine, doubled it hastily, and dashed downstairs.
There was a hansom cab waiting, and as I gave my breathless order,
"Great Ormond Street," the horse started, and panting with excitement, I
thought I had never gone so slowly before.
"I shall be within three hours, though," I said to myself, as I glanced
at my watch. "That want of steam spoiled me for keeping my word."
"Faster!" I shouted, as I thrust up the trap; "another half-crown if
you are quick!"
The horse sprang forward, and I carefully redoubled my precious paper,
holding the apron of the cab-door open, my latchkey in my hand, and
being ready to spring out as the vehicle stopped at the door--not quite
though, for the doctor's brougham was in the way.
No need for the latchkey, for the door was open, and, dashing along the
hall, I sprang up the stairs, flight after flight, from landing to
landing, and rushed breathlessly into the room, waving the paper over my
head.
"Victory, victory!" I shouted. "Hur--"
The paper dropped from my hands, as my eyes lighted upon the group
gathered round a mattress laid upon the floor, on which was stretched my
poor friend, supported by Miriam Carr, upon whose arm his head was
lying.
Doctor, Linny, Mary, Revitts, all were there, watching him in silence,
while the poor stricken mother was bending forward like some sculptured
figure to represent despair.
"Hallett! Stephen?" I cried, "my news."
My words seemed to choke me as I fell upon my knees at his side; but I
saw that he recognised me, and tried to raise his hand, which fell back
upon the mattress.
Then, making a supreme effort, he slightly turned his head to gaze upon
the face bending over him, till a pair of quivering lips were pressed
upon his brow.
There was a smile upon his countenance, and he spoke, but so low that
the whisper did not reach our ears, and then the smile seemed to grow
fixed and hard, and a silence that was awful in its intensity fell upon
that group.