The Caxtons: A Family Picture Part 35
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"After all, then, my father was not so wrong,--he placed his guns right, and fired a good shot."
"He must have been from six to nine degrees above the crest of the parapet," said my uncle, thoughtfully,--"which, I take it, is the best elevation, both for shot and sh.e.l.ls in enfilading a work."
"What say you then, Captain,--up with our knapsacks, and on with the march?"
"Right about--face!" cried my uncle, as erect as a column.
"No looking back, if we can help it."
"Full in the front of the enemy. 'Up, Guards, and at 'em!'"
"'England expects every man to do his duty!'"
"Cypress or laurel!" cried my uncle, waving the book over his head.
CHAPTER VII.
I went out, and to see Francis Vivian; for on leaving Mr. Trevanion I was not without anxiety for my new friend's future provision. But Vivian was from home, and I strolled from his lodgings into the suburbs on the other side of the river, and began to meditate seriously on the best course now to pursue. In quitting my present occupations I resigned prospects far more brilliant and fortunes far more rapid than I could ever hope to realize in any other entrance into life. But I felt the necessity, if I desired to keep steadfast to that more healthful frame of mind I had obtained, of some manly and continuous labor, some earnest employment. My thoughts flew back to the university; and the quiet of its cloisters--which, until I had been blinded by the glare of the London world, and grief had somewhat dulled the edge of my quick desires and hopes, had seemed to me cheerless and unfaltering--took an inviting aspect. It presented what I needed most,--a new scene, a new arena, a partial return into boyhood; repose for pa.s.sions prematurely raised; activity for the reasoning powers in fresh directions. I had not lost my time in London: I had kept up, if not studies purely cla.s.sical, at least the habits of application; I had sharpened my general comprehension and augmented my resources. Accordingly, when I returned home, I resolved to speak to my father. But I found he had forestalled me; and on entering, my mother drew me upstairs into, her room, with a smile kindled by my smile, and told me that she and her Austin had been thinking that it was best that I should leave London as soon as possible; that my father found he could now dispense with the library of the Museum for some months; that the time for which they had taken their lodgings would be up in a few days: that the summer was far advanced, town odious, the country beautiful,--in a word, we were to go home. There I could prepare myself for Cambridge till the long vacation was over; and, my mother added hesitatingly, and with a prefatory caution to spare my health, that my father, whose income could ill afford the requisite allowance to me, counted on my soon lightening his burden by getting a scholars.h.i.+p.
I felt how much provident kindness there was in all this,--even in that hint of a scholars.h.i.+p, which was meant to rouse my faculties and spur me, by affectionate incentives, to a new ambition. I was not less delighted than grateful.
"But poor Roland," said I, "and little Blanche,--will they come with us?"
"I fear not," said my mother; "for Roland is anxious to get back to his tower, and in a day or two he will be well enough to move."
"Do you not think, my dear mother, that, somehow or other, this lost son of his had something to do with Roland's illness,--that the illness was as much mental as physical?"
"I have no doubt of it, Sisty. What a sad, bad heart that young man must have!"
"My uncle seems to have abandoned all hope of finding him in London; otherwise, ill as he has been, I am sure we could not have kept him at home. So he goes back to the old tower. Poor man, he must be dull enough there! We must contrive to pay him a visit. Does Blanche ever speak of her brother?"
"No; for it seems they were not brought up much together,--at all events, she does not remember him. How lovely she is! Her mother must surely have been very handsome."
"She is a pretty child, certainly, though in a strange style of beauty,--such immense eyes!--and affectionate, and loves Roland as she ought."
And here the conversation dropped.
Our plans being thus decided, it was necessary that I should lose no time in seeing Vivian and making some arrangement for the future. His manner had lost so much of its abruptness that I thought I could venture to recommend him personally to Trevanion; and I knew, after what had pa.s.sed, that Trevanion would make a point to oblige me. I resolved to consult my father about it. As yet I had either never found or never made the opportunity to talk to my father on the subject, he had been so occupied; and if he had proposed to see my new friend, what answer could I have made, in the teeth of Vivian's cynic objections? However, as we were now going away, that last consideration ceased to be of importance; and, for the first, the student had not yet entirely settled back to his books. I therefore watched the time when my father walked down to the Museum, and, slipping my arm in his, I told him, briefly and rapidly, as we went along, how I had formed this strange acquaintance, and how I was now situated. The story did not interest my father quite so much as I expected, and he did not understand all the complexities of Vivian's character,--how could he?--for he answered briefly, "I should think that, for a young man apparently without a sixpence, and whose education seems so imperfect, any resource in Trevanion must be most temporary and uncertain. Speak to your Uncle Jack: he can find him some place, I have no doubt,--perhaps a readers.h.i.+p in a printer's office, or a reporter's place on some journal, if he is fit for it. But if you want to steady him, let it be something regular."
Therewith my father dismissed the matter and vanished through the gates of the Museum. Readers.h.i.+p to a printer, reporters.h.i.+p on a journal, for a young gentleman with the high notions and arrogant vanity of Francis Vivian,--his ambition already soaring far beyond kid gloves and a cabriolet! The idea was hopeless; and, perplexed and doubtful, I took my way to Vivian's lodgings. I found him at home and unemployed, standing by his window with folded arms, and in a state of such revery that he was not aware of my entrance till I had touched him on the shoulder.
"Ha!" said he then, with one of his short, quick, impatient sighs, "I thought you had given me up and forgotten me; but you look pale and hara.s.sed. I could almost think you had grown thinner within the last few days."
"Oh! never mind me, Vivian; I have come to speak of yourself. I have left Trevanion; it is settled that I should go to the University, and we all quit town in a few days."
"In a few days!--all! Who are 'all'?"
"My family,--father, mother, uncle, cousin, and myself. But, my dear fellow, now let us think seriously what is best to be done for you. I can present you to Trevanion."
"Ha!"
"But Trevanion is a hard, though an excellent man, and, moreover, as he is always changing the subjects that engross him, in a month or so he may have nothing to give you. You said you would work,--will you consent not to complain if the work cannot be done in kid gloves? Young men who have--risen high in the world have begun, it is well known, as reporters to the press. It is a situation of respectability, and in request, and not easy to obtain, I fancy; but still--"
Vivian interrupted me hastily.
"Thank you a thousand times! But what you say confirms a resolution I had taken before you came. I shall make it up with my family and return home."
"Oh, I am so really glad. How wise in you!"
Vivian turned away his head abruptly.
"Your pictures of family life and domestic peace, you see," he said, "seduced me more than you thought. When do you leave town?"
"Why, I believe, early next week."
"So soon," said Vivian, thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps I may ask you yet to introduce me to Mr. Trevanion; for who knows?--my family and I may fall out again. But I will consider. I think I have heard you say that this Trevanion is a very old friend of your father's or uncle's?"
"He, or rather Lady Ellinor, is an old friend of both."
"And therefore would listen to your recommendations of me. But perhaps I may not need them. So you have left--left of your own accord--a situation that seemed more enjoyable, I should think, than rooms in a college. Left, why did you leave?"
And Vivian fixed his bright eyes full and piercingly on mine.
"It was only for a time, for a trial, that I was there," said I, evasively; "out at nurse, as it were, till the Alma Mater opened her arms,--alma indeed she ought to be to my father's son."
Vivian looked unsatisfied with my explanation, but did not question me further. He himself was the first to turn the conversation, and he did this with more affectionate cordiality than was common to him. He inquired into our general plans, into the probabilities of our return to town, and drew from me a description of our rural Tusculum. He was quiet and subdued; and once or twice I thought there was a moisture in those luminous eyes. We parted with more of the unreserve and fondness of youthful friends.h.i.+p--at least on my part, and seemingly on his--than had yet endeared our singular intimacy; for the cement of cordial attachment had been wanting to an intercourse in which one party refused all confidence, and the other mingled distrust and fear with keen interest and compa.s.sionate admiration.
That evening, before lights were brought in, my father, turning to me, abruptly asked if I had seen my friend, and what he was about to do.
"He thinks of returning to his family," said I.
Roland, who had seemed dozing, winced uneasily.
"Who returns to his family?" asked the Captain.
"Why, you must know," said my father, "that Sisty has fished up a friend of whom he can give no account that would satisfy a policeman, and whose fortunes he thinks himself under the necessity of protecting. You are very lucky that he has not picked your pockets, Sisty; but I dare say he has. What's his name?"
"Vivian," said I,--"Francis Vivian."
"A good name and a Cornish," said my father. "Some derive it from the Romans,--Vivia.n.u.s; others from a Celtic word which means--"
"Vivian!" interrupted Roland. "Vivian!--I wonder if it be the son of Colonel Vivian."
"He is certainly a gentleman's son," said I; "but he never told me what his family and connections were."
"Vivian," repeated my uncle,--"poor Colonel Vivian! So the young man is going to his father. I have no doubt it is the same. Ah!--"
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