The Unbidden Guest. Hornung Ernest William

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      Mr. Teesdale scuttled to the door. “Yes, my dear, I’ve just got in. No, I’m not smoking. Where are you, then? In the spare room? All right, I’m coming, I’m coming.” And he was gone.

      “Mother’s putting the spare room to rights already,” Arabella explained.

      “I’m sorry to hear it; let’s hope it won’t be wanted.”

      “Why, John William? It would be such fun to have a young lady from Home to stay with us!”

      “I’m full up o’ young ladies, and I’m just sick of the sound of Home. She’ll be a deal too grand for us, and there won’t be much fun in that. What’s the use o’ talking? If it was a son of this here old Oliver’s it’d be a different thing; we’d precious soon knock the nonsense out of him; I’d undertake to do it myself; but a girl’s different, and I jolly well hope she’ll stop away. We don’t want her here, I tell you. We haven’t even invited her. It’s a piece of cheek, is the whole thing!”

      John William was in the parlour now, sitting on the horse-hair sofa, and laying down the law with freckled fist and blusterous voice, as his habit was. It was a good-humoured sort of bluster, however, and indeed John William seldom opened his mouth without displaying his excellent downright nature in one good light or another. He had inherited his mother’s qualities along with her sharp, decided features, which in the son were set off by a strong black beard and bristling moustache. He managed the farm, the men, Arabella, and his father; but all under Mrs. Teesdale, who managed him. Not that this masterful young man was so young in years as you might well suppose; neither John William nor Arabella was under thirty; but their lives had been so simple and so hard-working that, going by their conversation merely, you would have placed the two of them in their teens. For her part, too, Arabella looked much younger than she was, with her wholesome, attractive face and dreamy, inquisitive eyes; and as for the brother, he was but a boy with a beard, still primed with rude health and strength, and still loaded with all the assorted possibilities of budding manhood.

      “I’ve taken down the group,” said Mr. Teesdale, returning with a large photograph in a gilt frame; “and here is the letter on the chimney-piece. We’ll have a look at them both again.”

      On the chimney-piece also were the old man’s spectacles, which he proceeded to put on, and a tobacco jar and long clay pipe, at which he merely looked lovingly; for Mrs. Teesdale would have no smoking in the house. His own chair stood in the cosy corner between the window and the hearth; and he now proceeded to pull it up to his own place at the head of the table as though it were a meal-time, and that gilt-framed photograph the only dish. Certainly he sat down to it with an appetite never felt during the years it had hung in the unused, ornamental next room, without the least prospect of the Teesdales ever more seeing any member of that group in the flesh. But now that such a prospect was directly at hand, there was some sense in studying the old photograph. It was of eight persons: the parents, a grandparent, and five children. Three of the latter were little girls, in white stockings and hideous boots with low heels and elastic sides; and to the youngest of these three, a fair-haired child whose features, like those of the whole family, were screwed up by a strong light and an exposure of the ancient length, Mr. Teesdale pointed with his finger-nail.

      “That’s the one,” said he. “She now is a young lady of five or six and twenty.”

      “Don’t think much of her looks,” observed John William.

      “Oh, you can’t tell what she may be like from this,” Arabella said, justly. “She may be beautiful now; besides, look how the sun must have been in her eyes, poor little thing! What’s her name again, father?”

      “Miriam, my dear.”

      “Miriam! I call it a jolly name, don’t you, Jack?”

      “It’s a beast of a name,” said John William.

      “Stop while I read you a bit of the letter,” cried the old man, smiling indulgently. “I won’t give you all of it, but just this little bit at the end. He’s been telling me that Miriam has her own ideas about things, has already seen something of the world, and isn’t perhaps quite like the girls I may remember when we were both young men – ”

      “Didn’t I tell you?” interrupted John William, banging the table with his big fist. “She’s stuck-up! We don’t want her here.”

      “But just hark how he ends up. I want you both to listen to these few lines: – ’It may even be that she has formed habits and ways which were not the habits and ways of young girls in our day, and that you may like some of these no better than I do. Yet her heart, my dear Teesdale, is as pure and as innocent as her mother’s was before her, and I know that my old friend will let no mere modern mannerisms prejudice him against my darling child, who is going so far from us all. It has been a rather sudden arrangement, and though the doctors ordered it, and Miriam can take care of herself as only the girls nowadays can, still I would never have parted with her had I not known of one tried friend to meet and welcome her at the other end. Keep her at your station, my dear Teesdale, as long as you can, for an open-air life is, I am convinced, what she wants above all things. If she should need money, an accident which may always happen, let her have whatever she wants, advising me of the amount immediately. I have told her to apply to you in such an extremity, which, however, I regard as very unlikely to occur. I have also provided her with a little note of introduction, with which she will find her way to you as soon as possible after landing. And into your kind old hands, and those of your warm-hearted wife, I cheerfully commend my girl, with the most affectionate remembrances to you both, and only regretting that business will not allow me to come out with her and see you both once more.’ Then he finishes – calls himself my affectionate friend, same as when we were boys together. And it’s two-and-thirty years since we said good-bye!” added Mr. Teesdale as he folded up the letter and put it away.

      He pushed his spectacles on to his forehead, for they were dim, and sat gazing straight ahead, through the inner door that stood now wide open, and out of the gun-room window. This overlooked a sunburnt decline, finishing, perhaps a furlong from the house, at the crests of the river timber, that stood out of it like a hedge, by reason of the very deep cut made by the Yarra, where it formed the farm boundary on that side. And across the top of the window (to one sitting in Mr. Teesdale’s place) was stretched, like a faded mauve ribbon, a strip of the distant Dandenong Ranges; and this and the timber were the favourite haunts of the old man’s eyes, for thither they strayed of their own accord whenever his mind got absent elsewhere, as was continually happening, and had happened now.

      “It’s a beautiful letter!” exclaimed Arabella warmly.

      “I like it, too,” John William admitted; “but I shan’t like the girl. That kind don’t suit me at all; but I’ll try to be civil to her on account of the old man, for his letter is right enough.”

      Mr. Teesdale looked pleased, though he left his eyes where they were.

      “Ay, ay, my dears, I thought you would like it. Ah, but all his letters are the same! Two-and-thirty years, and never a year without at least three letters from Mr. Oliver. He’s a business man, and he always answers promptly. He’s a rich man now, my dears, but he doesn’t forget the early friends, not he, though they’re at the other end of the earth, and as poor as he’s rich.”

      “Yet he doesn’t seem to know how we’re situated, for all that,” remarked John William thoughtfully. “Look how he talks about our ‘station,’ and of your advancing money to the girl, as though we were rolling in it like him! Have you never told him our circumstances, father?”

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