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Gus did not feel particularly glad when Edith told him of
the plan that had been made for him. He would rather have
gone back to his old life at Sally Dent's. It was a poor home
he had with her, but he could hardly remember the days
when he had known a better one. Sally had been kind to
him in her way, and now he knew he was not to return to
them, he was conscious of a strange drawing of the heart
towards Sally and her children, and all the people with
whom he had lived at Lavender Terrace. He became aware
that he had an affection even for the baby—the heavy,
fretful, exacting baby, who had so often made his arms to
ache, and tried his patience to the utmost.
The colonel did not enter the house, but stood on the
doorstep, in a position to see that Gus escaped neither by
window nor door from Sally's room, into which she had
drawn him.
"Take it!" she cried. "Take it, and welcome. I don't want
it. It's not the book for me. I can't bear to be reminded of
death and the grave, and all dismal things."
The boy had indeed greatly changed since she saw him.
He had grown taller, and though slender, looked strong and
well-formed. His hair, though closely cut, still showed a
tendency to curl; his cheeks had now the bright hue of
health; his eyes were blue as ever, and the smile which lit
up his face as Edith spoke to him had all the old sweetness.
But whilst it was the same sweet, boyish face, the
seriousness of its expression had deepened. Gus had
learned much and thought much since he left London, and
his countenance revealed the quickened mental and
spiritual life.
"In every way. They are good lads, most of them, but
their minds are dull and slow, their manners rough and
boorish. There is a peculiar gentleness about Gus, a
goodness of heart, an unselfishness, an innate charm, I
hardly know how to describe. Then as to his mind—he can
learn anything; he grasps my ideas in a moment. Oh, I
have the highest hopes of him."
"I would not have, if I were you," said the colonel drily.
"You are too sanguine, as I often tell you. Depend upon it,
you will be disappointed."
"I am not afraid," said Mr. Mouncey, with a smile. "I can
tell you, Gus is a little gentleman."
"Mr. Gibson has sold the mill. You know, perhaps, that
for some time past he has been carrying it on at a loss. Now
he has made over the whole concern to some one else."
In the night that followed his father had died, and every
incident of that last day together was vividly imprinted on
Gus' memory. This was the man who had wrought his
father's ruin, the man on whom he had promised to be
revenged, if ever it was in his power. Was the chance
coming to him now?
CHAPTER XVI.
GUS BEGINS TO WORK FOR HIMSELF.
Edith was sorry, not alone because she loved the place,
but also because she had counted on seeing, from time to
time, Gus, in whom she continued to feel much interest.
She knew, however, that Gus could not be better off than in
the care of Mr. Mouncey, so she tried to console herself with
the reflection that he did not want her now, and the boys in
her Sunday class at Glensford did. But somehow, there was
not one of these boys whom she loved as she loved Gus.
There was something so charming about the frank, manly
boy; he was at once so gentle and so bold. She was
disposed to say, with Mr. Mouncey, that she had never seen
a lad just like him.
The news that Mr. Gibson had sold the mill was received
with sorrow by his work-people. They had served him for so
many years—some of the older men had worked for his
father before they worked for him—that the idea of a new
master was far from agreeable to them. And if Mr. Gibson,
who had known the business all his life, had failed to make
it pay, was it likely, they asked, that a stranger, who, if
report said truly, had never tried paper-making before, was
likely to succeed?
And the people were quick to feel that they were looked
down upon, and to resent the fact. As the months passed
on, the spirit of discontent deepened and spread. But the
mill prospered, and Philip Darnell was pleased with the
success of his new enterprise. He was making money by the
business, and that was all he desired. He had no idea of any
higher success than that of doing well to himself; no sense
of any responsibility for the well-being of those who worked
for him.
Another winter came, and another. There was little
outward change at Rayleigh; but quietly, yet surely, the
feeling of ill-will between employer and employed was
growing stronger, and taking deeper root. Philip Darnell had
no consciousness of anything being wrong; he had never
felt more prosperous and confident, nor more insolently
disdainful of every one who tried to check the working of his
will.
"Why, Gus, you do not like the idea?" said Mr. Mouncey
in surprise. "I thought you would be glad to begin to earn
money for yourself."
"If it were for any one else," murmured Gus, his face
growing a deeper crimson.