Wilfrid Cumbermede by George MacDonald (free ebook reader for iphone .TXT) 📖

another bit of cake while I go and see what can be done.'

Another piece of cake being within the bounds of possibility, I might at least wait and see what Mrs Wilson's design was. She left the room, and I turned to the cake. In a little while she came back, sat down, and went on talking. I was beginning to get quite uneasy, when a maid put her head in at the door, and said-

'Please, Mrs Wilson, the dog-cart's ready, ma'am.'

'Very well,' replied Mrs Wilson, and turning to me, said-more kindly than she had yet spoken-

'Now, Master Cumbermede, you must come and see me again. I'm too busy to spare much time when the family is at home; but they are all going away the week after next, and if you will come and see me then, I shall be glad to show you over the house.'

As she spoke she rose and led the way from the room, and out of the court by another gate from that by which I had entered. At the bottom of a steep descent, a groom was waiting with the dog-cart.

'Here, James,' said Mrs Wilson, 'take good care of the young gentleman, and put him down safe at Mr Elder's. Master Wilfrid, you'll find a hamper of apples underneath. You had better not eat them all yourself, you know. Here are two or three for you to eat by the way.'

'Thank you, Mrs Wilson. No; I'm not quite so greedy as that,' I answered gaily, for my spirits were high at the notion of a ride in the dog-cart instead of a long and dreary walk.

When I was fairly in, she shook hands with me, reminding me that I was to visit her soon, and away went the dog-cart behind a high-stepping horse. I had never before been in an open vehicle of any higher description than a cart, and the ride was a great delight. We went a different road from that which my companions had taken. It lay through trees all the way till we were out of the park.

'That's the land-steward's house,' said James.

'Oh, is it?' I returned, not much interested. 'What great trees those are all about it.'

'Yes; they're the finest elms in all the county those,' he answered. 'Old Coningham knew what he was about when he got the last baronet to let him build his nest there. Here we are at the gate!'

We came out upon a country road, which ran between the wall of the park and a wooden fence along a field of grass. I offered James one of my apples, which he accepted.

'There, now!' he said, 'there's a field!-A right good bit o' grass that! Our people has wanted to throw it into the park for hundreds of years. But they won't part with it for love or money. It ought by rights to be ours, you see, by the lie of the country. It's all one grass with the park. But I suppose them as owns it ain't of the same mind.-Cur'ous old box!' he added, pointing with his whip a long way off. 'You can just see the roof of it.'

I looked in the direction he pointed. A rise in the ground hid all but an ancient, high-peaked roof. What was my astonishment to discover in it the roof of my own home! I was certain it could be no other. It caused a strange sensation, to come upon it thus from the outside, as it were, when I thought myself miles and miles away from it, I fell a-pondering over the matter; and as I reflected, I became convinced that the trees from which we had just emerged were the same which used to churn the wind for my childish fancies. I did not feel inclined to share my feelings with my new acquaintance; but presently he put his whip in the socket and fell to eating his apple. There was nothing more in the conversation he afterwards resumed deserving of record. He pulled up at the gate of the school, where I bade him good-night and rang the bell.

There was great rejoicing over me when I entered, for the boys had arrived without me a little while before, having searched all about the place where we had parted company, and come at length to the conclusion that I had played them a trick in order to get home without them, there having been some fun on the road concerning my local stupidity. Mr Elder, however, took me to his own room, and read me a lecture on the necessity of not abusing my privileges. I told him the whole affair from beginning to end, and thought he behaved very oddly. He turned away every now and then, blew his nose, took off his spectacles, wiped them carefully, and replaced them before turning again to me.

'Go on, go on, my boy. I'm listening,' he would say.

I cannot tell whether he was laughing or crying. I suspect both. When I had finished, he said, very solemnly-

'Wilfrid, you have had a narrow escape. I need not tell you how wrong you were about the apple, for you know that as well as I do. But you did the right thing when your eyes were opened. I am greatly pleased with you, and greatly obliged to Sir Giles. I will write and thank him this very night.'

'Please, sir, ought I to tell the boys? I would rather not.'

'No. I do not think it necessary.'

He rose and rang the bell.

'Ask Master Fox to step this way.'

Fox was the oldest boy, and was on the point of leaving.

'Fox,' said Mr Elder, 'Cumbermede has quite satisfied me. Will you oblige me by asking him no questions. I am quite aware such a request must seem strange, but I have good reasons for making it,'

'Very well, sir,' said Fox, glancing at me.

'Take him with you, then, and tell the rest. It is as a favour to myself that I put it, Fox.'

'That is quite enough, sir.'

Fox took me to Mrs Elder, and had a talk with the rest before I saw them. Some twenty years after, Fox and I had it out. I gave him a full explanation, for by that time I could smile over the affair. But what does the object matter?-an apple, or a thousand pounds? It is but the peg on which the act hangs. The act is everything.

To the honour of my school-fellows I record that not one of them ever let fall a hint in the direction of the mystery. Neither did Mr or Mrs Elder once allude to it. If possible they were kinder than before.


CHAPTER X.


I BUILD CASTLES.

My companions had soon found out, and I think the discovery had something to do with the kindness they always showed me, that I was a good hand at spinning a yarn: the nautical phrase had got naturalized in the school. We had no chance, if we would have taken it, of spending any part of school-hours in such a pastime; but it formed an unfailing amusement when weather or humour interfered with bodily exercises. Nor were we debarred from the pleasure after we had retired for the night,-only, as we were parted in three rooms, I could not have a large audience then. I well remember, however, one occasion on which it was otherwise. The report of a super-excellent invention having gone abroad, one by one they came creeping into my room, after I and my companion were in bed, until we lay three in each bed, all being present but Fox. At the very heart of the climax, when a spectre was appearing and disappearing momently with the drawing in and sending out of his breath, so that you could not tell the one moment where he might show himself the next, Mr Elder walked into the room with his chamber-candle in his hand, straightway illuminating six countenances pale with terror-for I took my full share of whatever emotion I roused in the rest. But instead of laying a general interdict on the custom, he only said,

'Come, come, boys! it's time you were asleep. Go to your rooms directly.'

'Please, sir,' faltered one-Moberly by name-the dullest and most honourable boy, to my thinking, amongst us, 'mayn't I stay where I am? Cumbermede has put me all in a shiver.'

Mr Elder laughed, and turning to me, asked with his usual good-humour,

'How long will your story take, Cumbermede?'

'As long as you please, sir,' I answered.

'I can't let you keep them awake all night, you know.'

'There's no fear of that, sir,' I replied. 'Moberly would have been asleep long ago if it hadn't been a ghost. Nothing keeps him awake but ghosts.'

'Well, is the ghost nearly done with?'

'Not quite, sir. The worst is to come yet.'

'Please, sir,' interposed Moberly, 'if you'll let me stay where I am, I'll turn round on my deaf ear, and won't listen to a word more of it. It's awful, I do assure you, sir.' Mr Elder laughed again.

'No, no,' he said. 'Make haste and finish your story, Cumbermede, and let them go to sleep. You, Moberly, may stay where you are for the night, but I can't have this made a practice of.'

'No, no, sir,' said several at once.

'But why don't you tell your stories by daylight, Cumbermede? I'm sure you have time enough for them then.'

'Oh, but he's got one going for the day and another for the night.'

'Then do you often lie three in a bed?' asked Mr Elder with some concern.

'Oh no, sir. Only this is an extra good one, you see.'

Mr Elder laughed again, bade us good-night, and left us. The horror, however, was broken. I could not call up one 'shiver more, and in a few minutes Moberly, as well as his two companions, had slipped away to roomier quarters.

The material of the tales I told my companions was in part supplied from some of my uncle's old books, for in his little library there were more than the Arcadia of the same sort. But these had not merely afforded me the stuff to remodel and imitate; their spirit had wrought upon my spirit, and armour and war-horses and mighty swords were only the instruments with which faithful knights wrought honourable deeds.

I had a tolerably clear perception that such deeds could not be done in our days; that there were no more dragons lying in the woods: and that ladies did not now fall into the hands of giants. But I had the witness of an eternal impulse in myself that noble deeds had yet to be done, and therefore might be done, although I knew not how. Hence a feeling of the dignity of ancient descent, as involving association with great men and great actions of old, and therefore rendering such more attainable in the future, took deep root in my mind. Aware of the humbleness of my birth, and unrestrained by pride in my parents-I had lost them so early-I would indulge in many a day-dream of what I would gladly have been. I would ponder over the delights of having a history, and how grand it would be to find I was descended from some far-away knight who had done deeds of high emprise. In such moods the recollection of the old sword that had