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Then it came into his dull mind that the easiest way for
him to get out of the difficulty in which he so unexpectedly
found himself placed, would be to quit the neighbourhood
altogether.
And John could but reflect that the last month had been
sorely wasted. In the lap of Delilah, figuratively speaking, of
course, he had been shorn of his (figurative) locks. But he
was not so far gone as that amounted to either, so he
thought within himself—which proved that he was, at that
crisis of his history, farther gone than he himself suspected.
"I have had a call from Mark Wilson this morning," said
Richard Grigson.
"And who was to have the farm after him? This was his
next inquiry."
"Oh, out with it, Dick," cried the younger brother; "don't
keep all the fun to yourself, brother dear."
"I don't see why you should put that name upon me,"
said John, rather stiffly.
"I don't know about the joke," the elder brother went
on, still gravely. "But I am inclined to hope, from your way
about it, that there isn't much danger—" this to Tincroft—"I
should be sorry to think there really is any. If you will take
your seat again, dear fellow—" for Tincroft had continued
standing, holding on to the table's edge—"I'll explain, as
you have asked me to do."
"And then when he had said all he had got to say, and
put as many questions about you as would go into a high-
crowned hat, I told him he must be entirely mistaken in his
conjectures, simply because you are not a marrying man.
Wasn't I right there, friend?"
"Right, sir; quite right, Mr. Grigson," said John. "To think
of me marrying!" added he, as though the idea was
perfectly preposterous, as, under the circumstances, no
doubt it was.
"I told him that you knew perfectly well of their long
engagement; and that I could answer for you—"
"That I could answer for you that you would not go near
the farm again, if such ridiculous deductions were drawn
from your innocent and merely friendly visits. Was I right?"
"But you told him, Mr. Grigson, that it was done without
intending it, that it was quite accidental, in fact, and indeed
rendered necessary by circumstances?"
"Thank ye, Mr. Grigson, thank ye. I'll think about it,"
said John. "No more, thank you," he added, when the
decanter was pushed towards him.
"Oh, bother! Keep your Latin till you get back to Oxford,
Tom," exclaimed the elder brother. "We talk English down
here."
"I intend to walk over there this evening and say 'Good-
bye,'" said John, sullenly.
John really did mean it, though; for, like a good many
other dull persons, he was obstinate when put upon his
mettle. He did not see why he should not go and tell Mr.
Mark a bit of his mind concerning his impertinent
observations and inquiries. At any rate, he was not going to
have it said of him that he was ashamed to show his face
anywhere he pleased because scandal had been spoken.
And, in short, whether or not there were any secret and
unconfessed motive hidden in his heart, he braced up his
resolution, and before the day had closed in, he was on his
way to the farm.
Miss Sarah was in the garden, the maid of all work gave
the querist to understand, adding with a gesture and smile,
which ought to have sent John to the right-about at once,
that she "dared to say Master Tincroft knew how to find her
if he had a mind to. But—"
Now I have said that this walk was a shady one: it was,
in fact, a pleasant alley with high untopped and unpruned
filbert trees on either hand, and terminating in a rustic
summer-house, with closely trimmed holly sides, back, and
roof. The filbert trees were in good bearing, the thick
clusters browning in the autumn sun; and Sarah, with a
basket at her feet, was employed in nutting on a somewhat
large scale.
"And the best thing you can do now you are here, Mr.
Tincroft, will be to help me gather these stupid filberts,"
said Sarah, with a pretty toss of her head, and a charming
frankness which quite enraptured the foolish fellow. If the
filbert trees had been guarded by a dragon as fierce as that
which watched over the golden apples of the Hesperides,
John could not have resisted the challenge—so he thought:
and, without further ado, he set about his task in solemn
silence.
"So you are really going to run away from us, Mr.
Tincroft?"
CHAPTER VII.
TWO FRIENDS-TWO LETTERS.
WALTER WILSON, having been all day employed with
his friend Ralph Burgess, who called himself a civil engineer
as well as a surveyor, in theodoliting and chain-dragging
over some twenty miles, more or less, of rough stubble
country, and having been ordered off more than one farm
by gentlemen of the bucolic order, who weren't a-going to
have their land cut up by railroads, so they, the hapless
intruders, needn't think it, was returning to his quarters,
pretty considerably fatigued with his day's work, and out of
temper, with no one in particular, but with all in general.
And this we take it is the worst, because the most hopeless
kind of bad temper in which a man (or woman either) can
indulge.
Not that Walter had not some grounds for mental worry,
which, however, need not, have bred ill-humour, though it
often does, the more is the pity. It was true, as his father
had reported of him, that he was getting on in his new
business well enough, and was hand and glove with his
friend Ralph. But for all that, he was finding it uphill work,
and more than sufficiently fatiguing both to mind and body.
So that, what was a cause of light-hearted merriment to
Ralph Burgess, who had been used to it, considerably
chafed poor Walter, who had not. And he, far too often for
his peace of mind, compared his present lot with his past,
always arriving at the conclusion that a farmer's life was, on
the whole, the best life under the sun that a man can lead.
And had not he had hints of what had lately been going
on at High Beech from his sister Elizabeth, who, being the
principal scribe, apart from himself, in the family, took care
that he should be pretty well posted up in all matters
calculated to keep warm his not unreasonable disapproval
of his uncle Mark's conduct, and to kindle a lover's jealousy
of his betrothed?
"Ullo!"
"Oh, there isn't much the matter that I know of," said
the repentant friend; "only I think now and then that I am
not cut out for this sort of work."
Ralph laughed again. "I did not say it must be ten years
before you could be married, did I, Walter?"