Johnny Ludlow Fifth Series Part 43
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Sam laughed at that.
"He has never _said_ so, but somehow we have seen it, my mother and I.
It was altogether so mysterious a loss, you see, affording no clue as to _when_ it occurred, that people were ready to suspect anything, however improbable. Oh, I am thankful it is found!"
The kettle went on singing, the minutes went on flitting, and still n.o.body came. Six o'clock struck out from the cathedral as Mr. Parslet entered. Had the two been asked the time, they might have said it was about a quarter-past five. Golden hours fly quickly; fly on angels'
wings.
Now it chanced that whilst they were at tea, a creditor of Sam's came to the door, one Jonas Badger. Sam went to him: and the colloquy that ensued might be heard in the parlour. Mr. Badger said (in quite a fatherly way) that he really could not be put off any longer with promises; if his money was not repaid to him before Easter he should be obliged to take steps about it, should write to Mr. Jacobson, of Elm Farm, to begin with. Sam returned to the tea-table with a wry face.
Soon after that, Mrs. Parslet came in, the delinquent servant in her rear. Next, a friend of Sam's called, Austin Chance, whose father was a solicitor in good practice in the town. The two young men, who were very intimate and often together, went up to Sam's room above.
"I say, my good young friend," began Chance, in a tone that might be taken for jest or earnest, "don't you go and get into any entanglement in that quarter."
"What d'you mean now?" demanded Sam, turning the colour of the rising sun.
"I mean Maria Parslet," said Austin Chance, laughing. "She's a deuced nice girl; I know that; just the one a fellow might fall in love with unawares. But it wouldn't do, Dene."
"Why wouldn't it do?"
"Oh, come now, Sam, you know it wouldn't. Parslet is only a working clerk at c.o.c.kermuth's."
"I should like to know what has put the thought in your head?"
contended Sam. "You had better put it out again. I've never told you I was falling in love with her; or told herself, either. Mrs. Parslet would be about me, I expect, if I did. She looks after her as one looks after gold."
"Well, I found you in their room, having tea with them, and----"
"It was quite an accident; an exceptional thing," interrupted Sam.
"Well," repeated Austin, "you need not put your back up, old fellow; a friendly warning does no harm. Talking of gold, Dene, I've done my best to get up the twenty pounds you wanted to borrow of me, and I can't do it. I'd let you have it with all my heart if I could; but I find I am harder up than I thought for."
Which was all true. Chance was as good-natured a young man as ever lived, but at this early stage of his life he made more debts than he could pay.
"Badger has just been here, whining and covertly threatening," said Sam.
"I am to pay up in a week, or he'll make me pay--and tell my uncle, he says, to begin with."
"Hypocritical old skinflint!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Chance, himself sometimes in the hands of Mr. Badger--a worthy gentleman who did a little benevolent usury in a small and quiet way, and took his delight in accommodating safe young men. A story was whispered that young M., desperately hard-up, borrowed two pounds from him one Sat.u.r.day night, undertaking to repay it, with two pounds added on for interest, that day month; and when the day came and M. had not got the money, or was at all likely to get it, he carried off a lot of his mother's plate under his coat to the p.a.w.nbroker's.
"And there's more besides Badger's that is pressing," went on Dene. "I must get money from somewhere, or it will play the very deuce with me.
I wonder whether Charley Hill could lend me any?"
"Don't much think so. You might ask him. Money seems scarce with Hill always. Has a good many ways for it, I fancy."
"Talking of money, Chance, a lot has been found at c.o.c.kermuth's to-day.
A boxful of guineas that has been lost for years."
Austin Chance stared. "You don't mean that box of guineas that mysteriously disappeared in Philip's time?"
"Well, they say so. It is a small, round box of carved ebony, and it is stuffed to the brim with old guineas. Sixty of them, I hear."
"I can't believe it's true; that _that's_ found."
"Not believe it's true, Chance! Why, I saw it. Saw the box found, and touched the guineas with my fingers. It has been hidden in an old bureau all the time," added Sam, and he related the particulars of the discovery.
"What an extraordinary thing!" exclaimed young Chance: "the queerest start I ever heard of." And he fell to musing.
But the "queer start," as Mr. Austin Chance was pleased to designate the resuscitation of the box, did not prove to be a lucky one.
II.
The sun shone brightly on Foregate Street, but did not yet touch the front-windows on Lawyer c.o.c.kermuth's side of it. Miss Betty c.o.c.kermuth sat near one of them in the parlour, spectacles on nose, and hard at work unpicking the braid off some very old woollen curtains, green once, but now faded to a sort of dingy brown. It was Wednesday morning, the day following the wonderful event of finding the box, lost so long, full of its golden guineas. In truth n.o.body thought of it as anything less than marvellous.
The house-cleaning, in preparation for Easter and Easter's visitors, was in full flow to-day, and would be for more than a week to come; the two maids were hard at it above. Ward, who did not disdain to labour with his own hands, was at the house, busy at some mysterious business in the brewhouse, coat off, s.h.i.+rt-sleeves stripped up to elbow, plunging at that moment something or other into the boiling water of the furnace.
"How I could have let them remain up so long in this state, I can't think," said Miss Betty to herself, arresting her employment, scissors in hand, to regard the dreary curtains. She had drawn the table towards her from the middle of the room, and the heavy work was upon it. Susan came in to impart some domestic news.
"Ward says there's a rare talk in the town about the finding of that box, missis," cried she, when she had concluded it. "My! how bad them curtains look, now they're down!"
Servants were on more familiar terms with their mistresses in those days without meaning, or showing, any disrespect; identifying themselves, as it were, with the family and its interests. Susan, a plump, red-cheeked young woman turned thirty, had been housemaid in her present place for seven years. She had promised a baker's head man to marry him, but never could be got to fix the day. In winter she'd say to him, "Wait till summer;" and when summer came, she'd say, "Wait till winter." Miss Betty commended her prudence.
"Yes," said she now, in answer to the girl, "I've been wondering how we could have kept them up so long; they are not fit for much, I'm afraid, save the ragbag. Chintz will make the room look much nicer."
As Susan left the parlour, Captain c.o.c.kermuth entered it, a farmer with him who had come in from Hallow to the Wednesday's market. The captain's delighted excitement at the finding of the box had not at all subsided; he had dreamt of it, he talked of it, he pinned every acquaintance he could pick up this morning and brought him in to see the box of gold.
Independently of its being a very great satisfaction to have had the old mysterious loss cleared up, the sixty guineas would be a huge boon to the captain's pocket.
"But how was it that none of you ever found it, if it remained all this while in the pigeon-hole?" cried the wondering farmer, bending over the little round box of guineas, which the captain placed upon the table open, the lid by its side.
"Well, we didn't find it, that's all I know; or poor Philip, either,"
said Captain c.o.c.kermuth.
The farmer took his departure. As the captain was showing him to the front-door, another gentleman came hustling in. It was Thomas Chance the lawyer, father of the young man who had been the previous night with Samson Dene. He and Lawyer c.o.c.kermuth were engaged together just then in some complicated, private, and very disagreeable business, each acting for a separate client, who were the defendants against a great wrong--or what they thought was one.
"Come in, Chance, and take a look at my box of guineas, resuscitated from the grave," cried the captain, joyously. "You can go into the office to John afterwards."
"Well, I've hardly time this morning," answered Mr. Chance, turning, though, into the parlour and shaking hands with Miss Betty. "Austin told me it was found."
Now it happened that Lawyer c.o.c.kermuth came then into the parlour himself, to get something from his private desk-table which stood there.
When the box had been discussed, Mr. Chance took a letter from his pocket and placed it in his brother pract.i.tioner's hands.
"What do you think of that?" he asked. "I got it by post this morning."
"Think! why, that it is of vital importance," said Mr. c.o.c.kermuth when he had read it.
"Yes; no doubt of that. But what is to be our next move in answer to it?" asked the other.
Seeing they were plunging into business, the captain strolled away to the front-door, which stood open all day, for the convenience of those coming to the office, and remained there whistling, his hands in his pockets, on the look out for somebody else to bring in. He had put the lid on the box of guineas, and left the box on the table.
"I should like to take a copy of this letter," said Mr. c.o.c.kermuth to the other lawyer.
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