Eli's Children Part 18
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Then he had a good look at the examination paper, and tried to read, but Humphrey Bone's threat to expose him and show him up as an ignoramus before all the town,--a clod who ought to go back to his father's tannery,--all duly related in one of her letters by Sage Portlock, came dancing out of the page before him.
Again he cleared his head and took up his pen, but he felt that he could not write. And now came up the letter which told how Cyril Mallow had come back from Queensland--handsome Cyril, whom he had severely punished some time before, just, in fact, as he was about to sail for Australia.
Luke Ross did not know why he should feel uneasy about Cyril Mallow being back; it was nothing to him. He was a bit of a scamp, and so on, but he was not so bad as Frank Mallow, who had been obliged to get off to New Zealand after the scandal about a couple of the Gatton village girls, and the fight with Lord Artingale's keepers, in which he was said to have joined Jock Morris. The Lawford people said it was from this that the Rector became non-resident, as much as from having overrun the constable.
It was tantalising to a degree, for, strive hard as he would, these things seemed to dance before Luke Ross's eyes; while as to the questions themselves, as he read them through and through, not one did it seem that he could answer.
And so it was morning after morning during the few busy days that the examination lasted. Every night he went to bed almost in despair; every morning he gazed blankly at the various questions.
But, in spite of his self-depreciation, first one and then another of the masters, who gathered up the papers at each sitting's end, gave him a friendly nod of approval, and glanced with interest at the closely-written sheets.
"I've made a dismal failure, sir," he exclaimed at last, as night closed in upon his fifth day's work.
The a.s.sistant master in whose hands lay the everyday subjects taught at the inst.i.tution laughed as he clapped the young man upon the shoulder.
"I wish every man in the college had made as great a failure, Ross," he said. "There, there, you are weary and nervous. Get out of doors and have a good blow and as much exercise as you can till you have regained your tone. I ought not to say so, perhaps, but, Ross, you might, if you liked, look higher than a schoolmaster's life; that is, if you have any ambition in your soul."
At that moment Luke Ross's highest ambition was to win Sage Portlock's regard, and to acquit himself so creditably as the new master of Lawford School, that there might be no room for that modern s.h.i.+mei, Humphrey Bone, to say hard words against his management and power of training the young. Later on circ.u.mstances caused him to undergo a complete revolution of thought.
PART ONE, CHAPTER TWELVE.
A QUESTION OF INCOME.
They were busy times at Kilby, the farm occupied by the Portlocks, and Sage was laughing and merry in her holiday enjoyment of domestic duties.
A few friends were expected next night, and busy preparations were being made by Mrs Portlock and her niece, whose pleasant-looking, plump, white arms were bloomed to the elbow with flour, to which was soon to be added the golden-looking yolks of a dozen eggs, being beaten up in a large white basin in the most unmerciful way by Mrs Portlock herself.
It was a comfortable-looking country kitchen where they were busy, in thorough, old-fas.h.i.+oned style. Not from necessity, for from the back kitchen and room beyond came the sound of voices where the two maids were engaged over other household duties. In the low, wide window, in spite of the season, were some brightly blooming geraniums, between which could be seen the home close, dotted with sheep, and through which field meandered the path leading down to the town.
"Don't forget the salt, Sage," said Mrs Portlock, "and put in a dash of carb'nate. For goodness' sake let's have the cake light, and--why, what ails the girl now?"
Sage had darted back from the table, and torn off the large bibbed ap.r.o.n she wore so roughly that she snapped one of the tape strings, before hastily wiping the flour from her arms, and pulling down her pinned-up sleeves.
The reason was plain enough, and to be seen through the geraniums, where Luke Ross was making his way across the home close, looking fresh and eager in the crisp January air, as he gazed straight before him at the farm.
"There, get on with thy work, child," cried Mrs Portlock, in a half-petulant, half-laughing way; "there's nothing to be ashamed of in making a cake. If you marry Luke Ross you won't have many cakes to make," she added petulantly.
"Oh, for shame, aunt! How can you?" cried Sage, looking conscious and uncomfortable, as her cheeks turned scarlet.
"Because that's what he has come for, I'll be bound. There, go and let him in."
"Oh, no, aunt! I'd--I'd rather not," faltered Sage.
"Such stuff, child! Just as if I couldn't see you were longing to go.
There, if you don't run and open the door, I'll go myself, and tell him you were ashamed."
"I'll go and open the door," said Sage, quietly; and there was a curious, introspective look in her countenance, as, after waiting till the imperative rap of the young man's knuckles was heard, she hastily replaced the ap.r.o.n, turned up her sleeves, and floured her hands, before going to let the visitor in.
"I'm not ashamed of making cakes, aunt," she said, quietly.
"Bless the girl, what a strange one she is!" muttered Mrs Portlock, apostrophising the great eight-day clock, and then pausing in the beating of eggs, to listen, with the greatest eagerness, as Luke Ross's voice was heard at the door, and Sage's directly after, but in quite a low buzz, for the intervening door was shut.
"I don't know what to say to it," said Mrs Portlock, querulously.
"He's very nice, and kind, and good-looking, but I'd a deal rather she married a farmer. Schoolmastering don't fill bacon-racks, nor the tub with pickled pork."
The buzzing at the front door continued, and the increased current of air made the fire to roar up the wide kitchen chimney.
"For goodness' sake, why don't they come in?" exclaimed Mrs Portlock.
"That girl will catch her death o' cold."
She made this remark also in confidence to the bra.s.s-dialled eight-day clock, at the top of which a grotesque-looking human-faced sun was just peering over an engraved arc, above which it revolved in company with various other planets when the mechanism within properly worked; and, after making the remark, Mrs Portlock's wooden spoon began once more to batter the already well-beaten eggs, between pauses to listen what was going on at the door.
"I hate such s.h.i.+lly-shallying ways," she muttered. "He's come on purpose to see us, so why does he loiter there at the door? I'll be bound to say if it was young Cyril Mallow he'd have been here by now."
The mention of this name made Mrs Portlock pause and rub her face thoughtfully with one corner of her ap.r.o.n.
"I don't see why not," she muttered. "I'm sure he likes her, or else he wouldn't be so fond of coming out here to smoke a pipe with Joseph. And if they are gentry, why, gentry are only human flesh; and as to their money, I'll be bound to say they're not so much better off than we are, in spite of their show."
There was another fierce attack upon the golden fluid in the white basin.
"He seems nice, does Cyril; very different to his brother. Poor Rue, she had an escape there; and I dare say this will only be a bit of a flirtation with both of them. I shall not interfere, and matters may go as they like."
The eggs once more suffered from the severe attack.
"It's my belief Sage don't know her own mind," exclaimed Mrs Portlock.
"Here, Anne, bring some more coals to this fire; I want the oven to be well hot."
Just then there was the sound of the closing door, and Luke Ross entered, followed by Sage, looking more conscious than before.
"Morning, Mrs Portlock," cried the young man frankly.
"Good-morning, Luke," she replied. "Why didn't you take him in the parlour, Sage? There's a good fire there."
"Because I begged to be allowed to come here, Mrs Portlock, so as not interfere with the preparations. My father said he would be glad to come."
"Ah, that's right!" exclaimed Mrs Portlock. "There, sit down by the fire; you must want a bit o' lunch. Sage!--why, bless the girl, I didn't see her go."
"She has gone up-stairs, I think," said Luke.
"To put her hair straight or some nonsense, when we are that busy that we shall never be ready in time."
"No, no, Mrs Portlock," said Luke, who looked hot and nervous, and instead of taking a chair by the fire, he edged away to stand by the crockery-covered dresser, with his back half turned from the light; "I think she has gone up-stairs on account of what I wanted to say."
"There, there, there," said Mrs Portlock, labouring frantically now at the egg-beating, "I think I know what's coming, and I'd a deal rather you wouldn't say a word to me about it."
Luke Ross looked discomfited and troubled, and became exceedingly interested for a moment in the little silk band of his soft felt hat.
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