The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson – Swanston Edition. Volume 21. Robert Louis Stevenson
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meantime, sir, no false pride; we must stay with our friends; we must sponge a while on Papa Van Tromp, who has sponged so often upon us.”
“By God,” cried Dick, “I believe you are the best of the lot.”
“Dick, my boy,” replied the Admiral, winking, “you mark me, I am not the worst.”
“Then why,” began Dick, and then paused. “But Esther,” he began again, once more to interrupt himself. “The fact is, Admiral,” he came out with it roundly now, “your daughter wished to run away from you to-day, and I only brought her back with difficulty.”
“In the pony carriage?” asked the Admiral, with the silliness of extreme surprise.
“Yes,” Dick answered.
“Why, what the devil was she running away from?”
Dick found the question unusually hard to answer.
“Why,” said he, “you know you’re a bit of a rip.”
“I behave to that girl, sir, like an archdeacon,” replied Van Tromp warmly.
“Well – excuse me – but you know you drink,” insisted Dick.
“I know that I was a sheet in the wind’s eye, sir, once – once only, since I reached this place,” retorted the Admiral. “And even then I was fit for any drawing-room. I should like you to tell me how many fathers, lay and clerical, go upstairs every day with a face like a lobster and cod’s eyes – and are dull, upon the back of it – not even mirth for the money! No, if that’s what she runs for, all I say is, let her run.”
“You see,” Dick tried it again, “she has fancies – ”
“Confound her fancies!” cried Van Tromp. “I used her kindly; she had her own way; I was her father. Besides, I had taken quite a liking to the girl, and meant to stay with her for good. But I tell you what it is, Dick, since she has trifled with you – Oh yes, she did though! – and since her old papa’s not good enough for her – the devil take her, say I.”
“You will be kind to her at least?” said Dick.
“I never was unkind to a living soul,” replied the Admiral. “Firm I can be, but not unkind.”
“Well,” said Dick, offering his hand, “God bless you, and farewell.”
The Admiral swore by all his gods he should not go. “Dick,” he said, “you are a selfish dog; you forget your old Admiral. You wouldn’t leave him alone, would you?”
It was useless to remind him that the house was not his to dispose of, that being a class of considerations to which his intelligence was closed; so Dick tore himself off by force, and shouting a good-bye, made off along the lane to Thymebury.
CHAPTER IX
IN WHICH THE LIBERAL EDITOR APPEARS AS “DEUS EX MACHIN”
It was perhaps a week later, as old Mr. Naseby sat brooding in his study, that there was shown in upon him, on urgent business, a little hectic gentleman shabbily attired.
“I have to ask pardon for this intrusion, Mr. Naseby,” he said; “but I come here to perform a duty. My card has been sent in, but perhaps you may not know, what it does not tell you, that I am the editor of the Thymebury Star.”
Mr. Naseby looked up, indignant.
“I cannot fancy,” he said, “that we have much in common to discuss.”
“I have only a word to say – one piece of information to communicate. Some months ago, we had – you will pardon my referring to it, it is absolutely necessary – but we had an unfortunate difference as to facts.”
“Have you come to apologise?” asked the Squire sternly.
“No, sir; to mention a circumstance. On the morning in question, your son, Mr. Richard Naseby – ”
“I do not permit his name to be mentioned.”
“You will, however, permit me,” replied the Editor.
“You are cruel,” said the Squire. He was right, he was a broken man.
Then the Editor described Dick’s warning visit; and how he had seen in the lad’s eye that there was a thrashing in the wind, and had escaped through pity only – so the Editor put it – “through pity only, sir. And oh, sir,” he went on, “if you had seen him speaking up for you, I am sure you would have been proud of your son. I know I admired the lad myself, and indeed that’s what brings me here.”
“I have misjudged him,” said the Squire. “Do you know where he is?”
“Yes, sir, he lies sick at Thymebury.”
“You can take me to him?”
“I can.”
“I pray God he may forgive me,” said the father.
And he and the Editor made post-haste for the country town.
Next day the report went abroad that Mr. Richard was reconciled to his father and had been taken home to Naseby House. He was still ailing, it was said, and the Squire nursed him like the proverbial woman. Rumour, in this instance, did no more than justice to the truth; and over the sick-bed many confidences were exchanged, and clouds that had been growing for years passed away in a few hours, and, as fond mankind loves to hope, for ever. Many long talks had been fruitless in external action, though fruitful for the understanding of the pair; but at last, one showery Tuesday, the Squire might have been observed upon his way to the cottage in the lane.
The old gentleman had arranged his features with a view to self-command, rather than external cheerfulness; and he entered the cottage on his visit of conciliation with the bearing of a clergyman come to announce a death.
The Admiral and his daughter were both within, and both looked upon their visitor with more surprise than favour.
“Sir,” said he to Van Tromp, “I am told I have done you much injustice.”
There came a little sound in Esther’s throat, and she put her hand suddenly to her heart.
“You have, sir; and the acknowledgment suffices,” replied the Admiral. “I am prepared, sir, to be easy with you, since I hear you have made it up with my friend Dick. But let me remind you that you owe some apologies to this young lady also.”
“I shall have the temerity to ask for more than her forgiveness,” said the Squire. “Miss Van Tromp,” he continued, “once I was in great distress, and knew nothing of you or your character; but I believe you will pardon a few rough words to an old man who asks forgiveness from his heart. I have heard much of you since then; for you have a fervent advocate in my house. I believe you will understand that I speak of my son. He is, I regret to say, very far from well; he does not pick up as the doctors had expected; he has a great deal upon his mind, and, to tell you the truth, my girl, if you won’t help us, I am afraid I shall lose him. Come now, forgive him! I was angry with him once myself, and I found I was in the wrong. This is only a misunderstanding, like the other, believe me; and, with one kind movement, you may give happiness to him, and to me, and to yourself.”
Esther made a movement towards the door, but long before she reached it she had broken forth sobbing.
“It is all right,” said the Admiral; “I understand the sex. Let me make you my compliments, Mr. Naseby.”
The Squire was too much relieved to be angry.
“My dear,” said he to Esther, “you must not agitate yourself.”
“She had better go up and see him right away,” suggested Van Tromp.
“I had not ventured to propose it,” replied the Squire. “Les convenances, I believe – ”
“Je m’en fiche,” cried the Admiral, snapping his fingers. “She shall go and see my friend Dick. Run and get ready, Esther.”
Esther obeyed.
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