Two Years Ago, Volume II. Charles Kingsley

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СКАЧАТЬ But I will not cast an unnecessary shadow over your bright soul. There will be shadows enough over it soon, without my help."

      "What do you mean?"

      "That you, and thousands more as delicate, if not as fair as you, will see, ere long, what the realities of human life are; and in a way of which you have never dreamed."

      And he murmured, half to himself, the words of the prophet,—"'Thou saidst, I shall sit as a lady for ever: but these two things shall come upon thee in one day, widowhood and the loss of children. They shall even come upon thee,'—No! not in their fulness! There are noble elements beneath the crust, which will come out all the purer from the fire; and we shall have heroes and heroines rising up among us as of old, sincere and earnest, ready to face their work, and to do it, and to call all things by their right names once more; and Queen Whims herself will become what Queen Whims might be!"

      Valencia was awed, as well she might have been; for there was a very deep sadness about Campbell's voice.

      "You think there will be def—disasters?" said she, at last.

      "How can I tell? That we are what we always were, I doubt not. Scoutbush will fight as merrily as I. But we owe the penalty of many sins, and we shall pay it."

      It would be as unfair, perhaps, as easy, to make Major Campbell a prophet after the fact, by attributing to him any distinct expectation of those mistakes which have been but too notorious since. Much of the sadness in his tone may have been due to his habitual melancholy; his strong belief that the world was deeply diseased, and that some terrible purgation would surely come, when it was needed. But it is difficult, again, to conceive that those errors were altogether unforeseen by many an officer of Campbell's experience and thoughtfulness.

      "We will talk no more of it just now." And they walked up to Penalva Court, seriously enough.

      "Well, Scoutbush, any letters from town?" said the Major.

      "Yes."

      "You have heard what has happened at D– Barracks?"

      "Yes."

      "You had better take care then, that the like of it does not happen here."

      "Here?"

      "Yes. I'll tell you all presently. Have you heard from head-quarters?"

      "Yes; all right," said Scoutbush, who did not like to let out the truth before Valencia.

      Campbell saw it and signed to him to speak out.

      "A11 right?" asked Valencia. "Then you are not going?"

      "Ay, but I am! Orders to join my regiment by the first of October, and to be shot as soon afterwards as is fitting for the honour of my country. So, Miss Val, you must be quick in making good friends with the heir-at-law; or else you won't get your bills paid any more."

      "Oh, dear, dear!" And Valencia began to cry bitterly. It was her first real sorrow.

      Strangely enough, Major Campbell, instead of trying to comfort her, took Scoutbush out with him, and left her alone with her tears. He could not rest till he had opened the whole cholera question.

      Scoutbush was honestly shocked. Who would have dreamed it? No one had ever told him that the cholera had really been there before. What could he do? Send for Thurnall?

      Tom was sent for; and Scoutbush found, to his horror, that what little he could have ever done ought to have been done three months ago, with Lord Minchampstead's improvements at Pentremochyn.

      The little man walked up and down, and wrung his hands. He cursed Tardrew for not telling him the truth; he cursed himself for letting the cottages go out of his power; he cursed A, B, and C, for taking the said cottages off his hands; he cursed up, he cursed down, he cursed all around, things which ought to have been cursed, and things which really ought not—for half of the worst sanatory sinners, in this blessed age of ignorance, yclept of progress and science (how our grandchildren will laugh at the epithets!) are utterly unconscious and guiltless ones.

      But cursing leaves him, as it leaves other men, very much where he had started.

      To do him justice, he was in one thing a true nobleman, for he was above all pride; as are most men of rank, who know what their own rank means. It is only the upstart, unaccustomed to his new eminence, who stands on his dignity, and "asserts his power."

      So Scoutbush begged humbly of Thurnall only to tell him what he could do.

      "You might use your moral influence, my lord."

      "Moral influence?" in a tone which implied naively enough, "I'd better get a little morals myself before I talk of using the same."

      "Your position in the parish—"

      "My good sir!" quoth Scoutbush in his shrewd way; "do you not know yourself what these fine fellows who were ready yesterday to kiss the dust off my feet would say, if I asked leave to touch a single hair of their rights?—'Tell you what, my lord; we pays you your rent, and you takes it. You mind your business, and we'll mind our'n.' You forget that times are changed since my seventeenth progenitor was lord of life and limb over man and maid in Aberalva."

      "And since your seventeenth progenitor took the trouble to live at Penalva Court," said Campbell, "instead of throwing away what little moral influence he had by going into the Guards, and spending his time between Rotten Row and Cowes."

      "Hardly fair, Major Campbell!" quoth Tom; "you forget that in the old times, if the Lord of Aberalva was responsible for his people, he had also by law the power of making them obey him."

      "The long and the short of it is, then," said Scoutbush a little tartly, "that I can do nothing."

      "You can put to rights the cottages which are still in your hands, my lord. For the rest, my only remaining hope lies in the last person whom one would usually depute on such an errand."

      "Who is that?"

      "The schoolmistress."

      "The who?" asked Scoutbush.

      "The schoolmistress; at whose house Major Campbell lodges."

      And Tom told them, succinctly, enough to justify his strange assertion.

      "If you doubt me, my lord, I advise you to ask Mr. Headley. He is no friend of hers; being a high churchman, while she is a little inclined to be schismatic; but an enemy's opinion will be all the more honest."

      "She must be a wonderful woman," said Scoutbush; "I should like to see her."

      "And I too," said Campbell, "I passed a lovely girl on the stairs last night, and thought no more of it. Lovely girls are common enough in West Country ports."

      "We'll go and see her," quoth his lordship.

      Meanwhile, Aberalva pier was astonished by a strange phenomenon. A boat from the yacht landed at the pier-head, not only Claude Mellot, whose beard was an object of wonder to the fishermen, but a tall three-legged box and a little black tent; which, being set upon the pier, became the scene of various mysterious operations, carried on by Claude and a sailor lad.

      "I say!" quoth one of the fishing elders, after long suspicious silence; "I say, lads, this won't do. We can't have no outlandish foreigners taking observations here!"

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