A Change of Air. Anthony HopeЧитать онлайн книгу.
of pleasant aspect; "and he's a rare 'un to deal with."
Interest centered on Mr. Maggs. Apparently he had spoken with Dale Bannister.
"He's half crazy, o' course," continued that gentleman, "but as pleasant-spoken, 'earty a young gent as I've seen."
"Is he crazy?" asked the girl behind the bar.
"Well, what do you say? He came down a day or two ago, 'e and 'is friend, Mr. 'Ume——"
"Hume," said the Mayor, with emphasis. The Mayor, while occasionally following the worse, saw the better way.
"Yes, 'Ume. Mr. Bannister wanted a 'orse. 'What's your figger, sir?' says I. He took no notice, but began looking at me with 'is eyes wide open, for all the world as if I'd never spoke. Then he says, 'I want a 'orse, broad-backed and fallen in the vale o' years.' Them was 'is very words."
"You don't say?" said the girl.
"I never knowed what he meant, no more than that pint-pot; but Mr. 'Ume laughed and says, 'Don't be a fool, Dale,' and told me that Mr. Bannister couldn't ride no more than a tailor—so he said—and wanted a steady, quiet 'orse. He got one from me—four-and-twenty years old, warranted not to gallop. I see 'im on her to day—and it's lucky she is quiet."
"Can't he ride?"
"No more than"—a fresh simile failed Mr. Maggs, and he concluded again—"that pint-pot. But Mr. 'Ume can. 'E's a nice set on a 'orse."
The Mayor had been meditating. He was a little jealous of Mr. Maggs' superior intimacy with the distinguished stranger, or perhaps it was merely that he was suddenly struck with a sense of remissness in his official duties.
"I think," he announced, "of callin' on him and welcomin' him to the town."
There was a chorus of approbation, broken only by a sneer from Alderman Johnstone.
"Ay, and take 'im a bottle of that cod-liver oil of yours at two-and-three. 'E can afford it."
"Not after payin' your bill, Johnstone," retorted the Mayor, with a triumphant smile. A neat repartee maketh glad the heart of the utterer.
The establishment at Littlehill and the proper course to be pursued in regard to it were also the subject of consideration in circles more genteel even than that which gathered at the "Delane Arms." At Dirkham Grange itself the topic was discussed, and Mr. Delane was torn with doubts whether his duty as landlord called upon him to make Dale Bannister's acquaintance, or his duty as custodian-general of the laws and proprieties of life in his corner of the world forbade any sanction being given to a household of which such reports were on the wing. People looked to the Squire, as he was commonly called, for guidance in social matters, and he was aware of the responsibility under which he lay. If he called at Littlehill, half the county would be likely enough to follow his example. And perhaps it might not be good for half the county to know Dale Bannister.
"I must consider the matter," he said at breakfast.
"Well, one does hear strange things," remarked Mrs. Delane. "And aren't his poems very odd, George?"
The Squire had not accorded to the works referred to a very close study, but he answered offhand:
"Yes, I hear so; not at all sound in tone. But then, my dear, poets have a standard of their own."
"Of course, there was Byron," said Mrs. Delane.
"And perhaps we mustn't be too hard on him," pursued the Squire. "He's a very young man, and no doubt has considerable ability."
"I dare say he has never met anybody."
"I'm sure, papa," interposed Miss Janet Delane, "that it would have a good effect on him to meet us."
Mr. Delane smiled at his daughter.
"Would you like to know him, Jan?" he asked.
"Of course I should! He wouldn't be dull, at all events, like most of the men about here, Tora Smith said the Colonel meant to call."
"Colonel Smith is hardly in your father's position, my dear."
"Oh, since old Smith had his row with the War Office about that pension, he'll call on anybody who's for upsetting everything. It's enough for him that a man's a Radical."
"Tora means to go, too," said Janet.
"Poor child! It's a pity she hasn't a mother," said Mrs. Delane.
"I think I shall go. We can drop him if he turns out badly."
"Very well, my dear, as you think best."
"I'll walk over on Sunday. I don't suppose he objects to Sunday calls."
"Not on the ground that he wants to go to church, at all events," remarked Mrs. Delane.
"Perhaps he goes to chapel, mamma."
"Oh, no, my dear, he doesn't do that." Mrs. Delane was determined to be just.
"Well, he was the son of a Dissenting minister, mamma. The Critic said so."
"I wonder what his father thinks of him," said the Squire, with a slight chuckle, not knowing that death had spared Dale's father all chance of trouble on his son's score.
"Mrs. Roberts told me," said Janet, "that her husband had been to see him, and liked him awfully."
"I think Roberts had better have waited," the Squire remarked, with a little frown. "In his position he ought to be very careful what he does."
"Oh, it will be all right if you call, papa."
"It would have been better if he had let me go first."
Mr. Delane spoke with some severity. Apart from his position of overlord of Denborough, which, indeed, he could not but feel was precarious in these innovating days, he thought he had special claims to be consulted by the Doctor. He had taken him up; his influence had gained him his appointment at Dirkham and secured him the majority of his more wealthy clientèle; his good will had opened to the young unknown man the doors of the Grange, and to his wife the privilege of considerable intimacy with the Grange ladies. It was certainly a little hasty in the Doctor not to wait for a lead from the Grange, before he flung himself into Dale Bannister's arms.
All these considerations were urged by Janet in her father's defense when his title to approve, disapprove, or in any way concern himself with Dr. Roberts' choice of friends and associates was vigorously questioned by Tora Smith. Colonel Smith—he had been Colonel Barrington-Smith, but he did not see now what a man wanted with two names—was, since his difference with the authorities, a very strong Radical; on principle he approved of anything of which his friends and neighbors were likely on principle to disapprove. Among other such things, he approved of Dale Bannister's views and works, and of the Doctor's indifference to Mr. Delane's opinion. And, just as Janet was more of a Tory than her father, Tora—she had been unhappily baptized in the absurd names of Victoria Regina in the loyal days before the grievance; but nothing was allowed to survive of them which could possibly be dropped—was more Radical than her father, and she ridiculed the Squire's pretensions with an extravagance which Sir Harry Fulmer, who was calling at the Smiths' when Janet came in, thought none the less charming for being very unreasonable. Sir Harry, however, suppressed his opinion on both these points—as to its being charming, because matters had not yet reached the stage when he could declare it, and as to its being unreasonable, because he was by hereditary right the head of the Liberal party in the district, and tried honestly to live up to the position by a constant sacrifice of his dearest prejudices on the altar of progress.
"I suppose," he said in reply to an appeal from Tora, "that a man has a right to please himself in such things."
"After all papa has done for him! Besides, Sir Harry, you know a doctor ought to be particularly careful."
"What is there so dreadful about Mr. Bannister?" asked Tora. "He looks very nice."
"Have you seen him, Tora?" asked Janet