Alice Lorraine: A Tale of the South Downs. Blackmore Richard Doddridge

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      “To be sure,” said Hilary gravely, making a trumpet of blotting paper; “any other advantage, Gregory?”

      “Fifty, if I could stop to tell them. But I see that you mean to argue it. Now, argument is a thing that always – ”

      “Now, Gregory, just acknowledge me your superior in argument, and I will confess myself your superior in every one of those other things.”

      “Well, you know, Lorraine, I could scarcely do that. Because it was only the very last time – ”

      “Exactly,” said Hilary; “so it was – the very last time, you left me no more than a shadow caught in a cleft stick. Therefore, friend Gregory, say your say, without any traps for the sole of my foot.”

      “Well, what I was thinking was no more than this – if you would take it into consideration now – considering what the weather is, and all the great people gone out of London, and the streets like fire almost, and the lawyers frightened by the comet, quite as if, as if, almost – ”

      “As if it were the devil come for them.”

      “Exactly so. Bellows’ clerk told me, after he saw the comet, that he could prove he had never been articled. And when you come to consider also that there will be a row to-morrow morning – not much, of course, but still a thing to be avoided till the weather cools – I thought; at least, I began to think – ”

      “My dear fellow, what? Anxiety in this dreadful weather is fever.”

      “Nothing, nothing at all, Lorraine. But you are the sweetest-tempered fellow I ever came across; and so I thought that you would not mind – at least, not so very much, perhaps – ”

      “My sweet temper is worn out. I have no mind to mind anything, Gregory; come and dine with me.”

      “That is how you stop me always, Lorraine; I cannot be for ever coming, and come, to dine with you. I always like it; but you know – ”

      “To be sure, I know that I like it too. It is high time to see about it. Who could dine in Hall to-day, and drink his bottle of red-hot port?”

      “I could, and so could a hundred others. And I mean to do it, unless – ”

      “Unless what? Mysterious Gregory, by your face I know that you have some very fine thing to propose. Have you the heart to keep me suspended, as well as uncommonly hungry?”

      “It is nothing to make a fuss about. Lorraine, you want to get out of town, for a little wholesome air. I want to do the same; and something came into my head quite casually.”

      “Such things have an inspiration. Out with it at last, fair Gregory.”

      “Well, then, if you must have it, how I should like for you to come with me to have a little turn among my father’s cherry-trees!”

      “What a noble thought!” said Hilary; “a poetic imagination only could have hit on such a thought. The thermometer at 96° – and the cherries – can they be sour now?”

      “Such a thing is quite impossible,” Gregory answered gravely; “in a very cold, wet summer they are sometimes a little middling. But in such a splendid year as this, there can be no two opinions. Would you like to see them?”

      “Now, Lovejoy, I can put up with much; but not with maddening questions.”

      “You mean, I suppose, that you could enjoy half-a-dozen cool red cherries, if you had the chance to pick them in among the long green leaves?”

      “Half-a-dozen! Half-a-peck; and half-a-bushel afterwards. Where have I put my hat? I am off, if it costs my surviving sixpence.”

      “Lorraine, all the coaches are gone for the day. But you are always in such a hurry. You ought to think a little, perhaps, before you make up your mind to come. Remember that my father’s house is a good house, and as comfortable as any you could wish to see; still it may be different from what you are accustomed to.”

      “Such things are not worth thinking about. Custom, and all that, are quite below contempt; and we are beginning to treat it so. The greatest mistake of our lives is custom; and the greatest delight is to kick it away. Will your father be glad to see me?”

      “He has heard me talk of you, many a time; and he would have been glad to come to London (though he hates it so abominably), to see you and to ask you down, if he thought that you would require it. It is a very old-fashioned place; you must please to bear that in mind. Also, my father, and my mother, and all of us, are old-fashioned people, living in a quiet way. You would carry on more in an hour, than we do in a twelvemonth. We like to go all over things, ever so many times, perhaps (like pushing rings up and down a stick), before we begin to settle them. But when we have settled them, we never start again; as you seem to do.”

      “Now, Gregory, Gregory, this is bad. When did you know me to start again? Ready I am to start this once, and to dwell in the orchards for ever.”

      In a few words more, these two young fellows agreed to take their luck of it. There was nothing in chambers for Lovejoy to lose, by going away for a day or two; and Hilary long had felt uneasy at leaving a holiday overdue. Therefore they made their minds up promptly for an early start next morning, ere the drowsy town should begin to kick up its chimney-pots, like a sluggard’s toes.

      “Gregory,” said Lorraine, at last, “your mind is a garden of genius. We two will sit upon bushel-baskets, and watch the sun rise out of sacks. Before he sets, we will challenge him to face our early waggon. Covent Garden is our trysting spot, and the hour 4 a.m. Oh, day to be marked with white chalk for ever!”

      “I am sure I can’t tell how that may be,” answered the less fervent Gregory. “There is no chalk in our grounds at all; and I never saw black chalk anywhere. But can I trust you to be there? If you don’t come, I shall not go without you; and the whole affair must be put off.”

      “No fear, Gregory; no fear of me. The lark shall still be on her nest; – but wait, my friend, I will tell the Counsellor, lest I seem to dread his face.”

      Lovejoy saw that this was the bounden duty of a gentleman, inasmuch as the learned lawyer had promised his young friend a little remonstrance upon the following morning. The chances were that he would forget it: and this, of course, enhanced the duty of making him remember it. Therefore Hilary gave three taps on the worm-eaten door of his good tutor, according to the scale of precedence. This rule was – inferior clerk, one tap; head-clerk, two taps; pupil (being no clerk at all, and paying, not drawing, salary), as many taps as he might think proper, in a reasonable way.

      Hilary, of course, began, as he always managed to begin, with almost everybody.

      “I am sorry to disturb you, sir; and I have nothing particular to say.”

      “In that case, why did you come, Lorraine? It is your usual state of mind.”

      “Well, sir,” said Hilary, laughing at the terse mood of the master, “I thought you had something to say to me – a very unusual state of mind,” he was going to say, “on your part;” but stopped, with a well-bred youth’s perception of the unbecoming.

      “Yes, I have something to say to you. I remember it now, quite clearly. You were playing some childish game with Lovejoy, in the pupil’s room. Now, this is all well enough for you, who are fit for nothing else, perhaps. СКАЧАТЬ