"Stand back, sir--get off my ground, sir!" cried Sir Hampton, furiously.
"Look here, men, this is--er-rum--an assault."
"No, it is not, Sir Hampton," said Pratt, coolly. "Look here, my good
man."
"Your good man, sir?"
"Yes," said Pratt, quietly; and there was something in the little fellow
that enforced attention. "You are, I believe, a magistrate here--for
the county?"
"Yes, sir; I am, sir; and--er-rum--"
"Be cool--be cool," said Pratt, "You called me a cad just now."
"I did, sir; and--"
"Well, I am a barrister--of the Temple. There is my card."
He stuck the little piece of pasteboard into the magistrate's hand.
"Confound your card, sir! I--"
"Now--now, look here," said Pratt, button-holing him; "don't be cross.
Let me ask you this--Is it wise of you--a justice of the peace--to set
your men on, right or wrong, to break that peace?"
Sir Hampton Rea stopped short for a moment or two, and then gasped,
seemed as if he would choke, and ended by snatching his coat away from
Pratt's grasp.
"Darley, Sanders, come back--go back," he said at last. "These people
shall hear from me."
The rat-trap man stood looking evilly at the young keeper, and the
Scotch gardener took a pinch of snuff. Then they slowly followed their
master, and the coast was clear.
"You're sure, I suppose, about this tongue of land?" said Pratt. "By
Jove! what a rage, though, the old boy was in."
"Sure? yes--oh yes," said Trevor. "Wasn't it here that they sunk the
shaft for the copper mine, Humphrey?"
"Yes, sir, twenty yards farther on, under that clump. It's 'most filled
up, though, now."
"To be sure, I recollect the spot well enough now. But this is a bad
job, Franky," he continued, in an undertone. "I wanted to be on the
best of terms with my neighbours."
"'Specially that neighbour," said Pratt, meaningly.
"With all my neighbours," said Trevor.
"You've made a nice beginning, then," said Pratt.
"If there is any fresh upset, Humphrey, let me know; but don't pick a
quarrel," said Trevor. "I shall not go any farther to-day."
"Very well, sir," said the keeper; and then in an undertone, as he
stooped and patted the dog, "Kick you, would he, Juno, lass? Never
mind, then, he shall have it back some day."
The dog whined and leaped up at him, as he rose again, and looked after
his master.
"Well, he's grown into a fine, bold-speaking gentleman," he said to
himself; "but I should have liked it better if he'd tackled to and
helped me to thrash them two ill-looking blackguards."
Meanwhile Trevor and his old schoolfellow had been walking sharply back
towards the house, where they were evidently being watched for by the
old butler, Lloyd--the remains of a fine-looking man, for he was bent
now, though his eyes were clear and bright.
"I saw you coming across the park, Master Dick," he said, his face
shining with pleasure. "You'll have a bit of lunch now, won't you?"
"Early yet, isn't it?" said Pratt.
"I don't think so, sir," said the old butler, austerely. "I am sure
Master Dick requires something after his long walk."
"Yes, yes--that he does," said a rather shrill voice; and an active,
grey-haired woman of about fifty came bustling out. She was very primly
dressed in black silk, with white muslin kerchief, white holland apron,
in whose pockets her hands rested; and her grey hair was carefully
smoothed back beneath her plain white muslin cap.
"No, no; it's only twelve o'clock, Mrs Lloyd," said Trevor,
good-humouredly. "I lunch at one."
"You take my advice, Master Dick, and have it now," said the butler.
"Yes, Lloyd, have it brought in, and ask Master Dick if he'll have some
of the old claret," said the woman.
"My dear Mrs Lloyd," said Trevor, smiling, "this is very kind of you--
of you both--but I'm not ready for lunch yet. You can both go now.
I'll ring when I'm ready."
He led the way into his handsomely furnished study, the beau ideal of a
comfortable room for a man with a mingling of literary and sporting
tastes.
"Here, let's sit down and have a cigar," he said, pushing a great
leather-covered chair to his friend; "it will smooth us down after our
encounter."
"No; I'll fill my pipe," said Pratt, suiting the action to the word, and
lighting up, to send big clouds of smoke through the large room.
"You mustn't take any notice of the old butler and housekeeper, Frank,"
said Trevor, after a pause.
"Don't mean to."
"You see, they've had their own way here since I was a child."
"And now they don't like to give it up?"
"I suppose not. But they mean well. They were always, I can remember,
most affectionate to me."
"Yes; they seem to like Master Dick."
"Pish! yes, of course--their way. Sounds stupid, though, Franky; but
you can't wonder at it."
"I don't," said Pratt. "But I should put my foot down, I think."
"That I most decidedly shall, and before Van and the little Baronet come
down."
"Oh, by Jove!" said Pratt, starting, "why those two fellows are coming
to-morrow."
"Yes; they'll be here about five."
"And what in the world are you going to do with them?"
"Oh, there's plenty to do--billiards, and cards, and smoking indoors;
fishing and yachting out of doors."
"Yes," said Pratt, with a sigh; "but they'll both be murmuring after the
flesh-pots of Pall Mall. You'll have your hands pretty full."
"Never fear," said Trevor; "I shall be able to entertain them. How
strange it all seems, though--such a little while since we were boys at
Eton, and now Van a perfect exquisite."
"Landells an imperfect ditto."
"You a barrister."
"Yes," said Pratt, "very barrister, indeed; and you altered into a tawny
tar, regularly disguised by Nature."
Here there was a tap at the door. "Come in," said Trevor, who was
sitting in a low, big-backed chair. And then, as the door opened, "Who
is it?"
"Hebe!" said Pratt, softly.
"Eh?" said Trevor.
"If you please, sir, Mrs Lloyd said I was to bring this in," said a
pleasant little voice; and Trevor swung himself round in his chair, to
gaze upon a pretty little very round-faced girl of about seventeen or
eighteen, with smooth brown hair, clear white complexion, rather large
eyes, ruddy lips, and a face like fire with confusion. There were the
faint traces, too, of tears lately wiped from her eyes, and her pleasant
little voice had a plaintive ring in it as, in answer to Trevor's "Eh?"
and wondering stare, she repeated her words--
"If you please, sir, Mrs Lloyd said I was to bring this in."
"And pray what is this?" said Trevor, glancing at the salver the girl
carried, bearing a good-sized silver flagon, with chased lid, and a
snowy napkin placed through the handle.
"If you please, sir, it's a pint of new milk beat up with three eggs,
three glasses of sherry, and some lump sugar," said the girl.
"And who's it for?" said Trevor.
"For you and the gentleman, sir; Mrs Lloyd said the sea air must have
made you faint."
"Well," said Trevor, "hand it to Mr Pratt, there."
The girl bore the flagon to Pratt, who took it, but emitted such a
volume of strong tobacco smoke that the girl sneezed, and choked, and
then looked more scarlet and confused than ever.
"I beg your pardon," said Pratt; and then he raised the flagon to his
lips, and took a long draught, wiping the brim afterwards with the
napkin. "Splendid, old fellow!" he said. "Take it to--your master."
"And pray who may you be, my dear?" said Trevor, looking critically at
the girl, but relieving her from his gaze the next moment, in compassion
for her confusion.
"If you please, sir, I'm Aunt Lloyd's niece," said the girl.
"And are you anything here--housemaid, or--?"
"Oh no, sir, if you please. I am here on a long visit to my aunt; and
she said I was to help her."
"Well," said Trevor, setting down the flagon, "tell her the milk was
excellent; but she is not to send anything in again without I ring for
it. Well, what's the matter?"
The girl was looking in a pitiful way at him, and she remained silent
for a few moments, when he spoke again.
"Is anything the matter?"
"Must--must I tell her that, sir?"
"Yes. Why not?" said Trevor.
"Because--because, if you please, sir, I..."
The girl did not finish, but uttered a sob, and ran out of the room.
"Cornwall promises to be a queer place," said Pratt; "but that stuff was
heavenly--did you finish it, Dick?"
"Not quite, I think," said Trevor.
"And you sent it away. Oh, Dick!"
The little maid had hardly got outside the door, when Mrs Lloyd came
across the hall, followed at a short distance by the butler, rubbing his
hands, smiling feebly, and looking anxious.
"Crying?" said Mrs Lloyd, sharply. "You little goose!"
"I--I--couldn't help it, aunt, indeed," sobbed the girl.
"'Sh! not a sound," said Mrs Lloyd, sharply; and she caught the girl by
the arm. "Did he drink the milk?"
"Yes, aunt."
"Did that other gentleman take any?"
"Yes, aunt--a lot."
"As if he couldn't come home without bringing such a pack with him. Now
come into my room, and I'll talk to you, madam. Lloyd, take that
waiter."
She led the way into the housekeeper's room, as her husband obediently
bore off the flagon to his pantry; and then, shutting the door, she took
her seat in a stiff, horse-hair-covered chair, looking as hard and prim
as the presses and cupboards around.
"Now listen to me," she said, harshly.
"Yes, aunt."
"I'm not going to boast; but what have I done for you?"
"Paid for my schooling, aunt, and kept me three years."
"Where would you have been if it hadn't been for me?"
"Living with Aunt Price at Caerwmlych."
"Starving with her, you mean, when she can hardly keep herself," said
Mrs Lloyd, sharply. "Now, look here, Polly, I've taken you from a life
of misery to make you well off and happy; and I will be minded. Do you
hear me?"
"Yes, aunt."
"Then do as I tell you exactly. Do you hear?"
"I'll try, aunt."
"Try? You must. Now, then: Did he speak to you?"
"Yes, aunt."
"What did he say? Come, speak, child!"
"He asked me who I was, aunt; and what I had come for."
"Of course, you silly little thing. There, no more tears. It's
dreadful treatment, isn't it, to make you go in and attend to him a
little?"
"Please, aunt, I don't mind that," said the girl.
"No, I should think not, indeed," said Mrs Lloyd. "He's an ogre to
look at, isn't he?"
"No, aunt, I think he's a fine, handsome man."
"Not a finer, nor a handsomer, nor a nicer in all Cornwall: and you
ought to be fine and pleased to be in the house. And now look here,
madam--no more tears, if you please."
"No, aunt."
"And you're always to be nicely dressed, and do your hair well."
"Yes, aunt."
"And keep yourself to yourself, madam. Recollect, please, that you're
my niece, staying in the house, and not one of the servants."
"Yes, aunt."
The door opened, and the butler put in his head.
"It's lunch-time now, and I am having the things taken in again."
"That's quite right."
"Do you want to come?"
"Not now; only Mary shall bring in the vegetables."
"Hadn't William better help?" said the butler.
"No, not to-day. There will be a pack more people here to-morrow, and
she can't come then. Here, child, take these clean napkins and be ready
to carry them into the dining-room."
"But my face, aunt--won't they see?"
"What--that you have been crying?" said the housekeeper, critically.
"No; they won't. Stop here a minute while I go out into the hall."
The girl, from being scarlet, was now pale, but quite a little "rustic
beauty" all the same; and she stood by the linen press looking very
troubled, while Mrs Lloyd went back into the hall, where Trevor had
stepped out to speak to the butler.
"Oh, there you are, Mrs Lloyd," he said, in a quiet, decided tone of
voice. "I was just speaking to Lloyd about one or two little matters.
Of course, I feel the highest respect for both you and your worthy
husband."
"Thank you, Master Dick," said the housekeeper, stiffly.
"Yes, that's it," said Trevor. "And of course you can't help looking
upon me as the boy you were almost father and mother to at one time."
"Of course not," said Mrs Lloyd, stiffly; "but you don't mean to turn
us away now you have grown a man?"
"God forbid!" said Trevor, earnestly. "While I live, this is your home,
and I shall interfere but little with you in the conduct of the house.
But I take this opportunity of saying that I must ask of you both to
remember--old friends as well as old servants of the family--that I have
now come back to take my position here as the master of Penreife, and
that, in speaking to me before visitors, `Master Dick' sounds rather
childish. That will do, Mrs Lloyd. Yes, Lloyd, you can bring in some
of the claret."
He walked into the dining-room, the quiet, calm man of the world, with
enough dignity and self-assertion to show the housekeeper that the days
of her rule had departed for ever.
"That's going to sea, that is," she muttered. "That's being used to
order people about, and being an officer. But we shall see, Master
Dick--we shall see!"
And with a quick, spasmodic twitching of her hands as she smoothed down
her apron, she went back muttering to her own room.
Volume 1, Chapter XIII.