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considered it anything but welcome news to hear of me.â
âWe will show you at home what kind of news we think it, George,â
returns his brother. âThis is a great day at home, and you could
not have arrived, you bronzed old soldier, on a better. I make an
agreement with my son Watt to-day that on this day twelvemonth he
shall marry as pretty and as good a girl as you have seen in all
your travels. She goes to Germany to-morrow with one of your
nieces for a little polishing up in her education. We make a feast
of the event, and you will be made the hero of it.â
Mr. George is so entirely overcome at first by this prospect that
he resists the proposed honour with great earnestness. Being
overborne, however, by his brother and his nephewâconcerning whom
he renews his protestations that he never could have thought they
would have been half so glad to see himâhe is taken home to an
elegant house in all the arrangements of which there is to be
observed a pleasant mixture of the originally simple habits of the
father and mother with such as are suited to their altered station
and the higher fortunes of their children. Here Mr. George is much
dismayed by the graces and accomplishments of his nieces that are
and by the beauty of Rosa, his niece that is to be, and by the
affectionate salutations of these young ladies, which he receives
in a sort of dream. He is sorely taken aback, too, by the dutiful
behaviour of his nephew and has a woeful consciousness upon him of
being a scapegrace. However, there is great rejoicing and a very
hearty company and infinite enjoyment, and Mr. George comes bluff
and martial through it all, and his pledge to be present at the
marriage and give away the bride is received with universal favour.
A whirling head has Mr. George that night when he lies down in the
state-bed of his brotherâs house to think of all these things and
to see the images of his nieces (awful all the evening in their
floating muslins) waltzing, after the German manner, over his
counterpane.
The brothers are closeted next morning in the ironmasterâs room,
where the elder is proceeding, in his clear sensible way, to show
how he thinks he may best dispose of George in his business, when
George squeezes his hand and stops him.
âBrother, I thank you a million times for your more than brotherly
welcome, and a million times more to that for your more than
brotherly intentions. But my plans are made. Before I say a word
as to them, I wish to consult you upon one family point. How,â
says the trooper, folding his arms and looking with indomitable
firmness at his brother, âhow is my mother to be got to scratch
me?â
âI am not sure that I understand you, George,â replies the
ironmaster.
âI say, brother, how is my mother to be got to scratch me? She
must be got to do it somehow.â
âScratch you out of her will, I think you mean?â
âOf course I do. In short,â says the trooper, folding his arms
more resolutely yet, âI meanâTOâscratch me!â
âMy dear George,â returns his brother, âis it so indispensable that
you should undergo that process?â
âQuite! Absolutely! I couldnât be guilty of the meanness of
coming back without it. I should never be safe not to be off
again. I have not sneaked home to rob your children, if not
yourself, brother, of your rights. I, who forfeited mine long ago!
If I am to remain and hold up my head, I must be scratched. Come.
You are a man of celebrated penetration and intelligence, and you
can tell me how itâs to be brought about.â
âI can tell you, George,â replies the ironmaster deliberately, âhow
it is not to be brought about, which I hope may answer the purpose
as well. Look at our mother, think of her, recall her emotion when
she recovered you. Do you believe there is a consideration in the
world that would induce her to take such a step against her
favourite son? Do you believe there is any chance of her consent,
to balance against the outrage it would be to her (loving dear old
lady!) to propose it? If you do, you are wrong. No, George! You
must make up your mind to remain UNscratched, I think.â There is
an amused smile on the ironmasterâs face as he watches his brother,
who is pondering, deeply disappointed. âI think you may manage
almost as well as if the thing were done, though.â
âHow, brother?â
âBeing bent upon it, you can dispose by will of anything you have
the misfortune to inherit in any way you like, you know.â
âThatâs true!â says the trooper, pondering again. Then he
wistfully asks, with his hand on his brotherâs, âWould you mind
mentioning that, brother, to your wife and family?â
âNot at all.â
âThank you. You wouldnât object to say, perhaps, that although an
undoubted vagabond, I am a vagabond of the harum-scarum order, and
not of the mean sort?â
The ironmaster, repressing his amused smile, assents.
âThank you. Thank you. Itâs a weight off my mind,â says the
trooper with a heave of his chest as he unfolds his arms and puts a
hand on each leg, âthough I had set my heart on being scratched,
too!â
The brothers are very like each other, sitting face to face; but a
certain massive simplicity and absence of usage in the ways of the
world is all on the trooperâs side.
âWell,â he proceeds, throwing off his disappointment, ânext and
last, those plans of mine. You have been so brotherly as to
propose to me to fall in here and take my place among the products
of your perseverance and sense. I thank you heartily. Itâs more
than brotherly, as I said before, and I thank you heartily for it,â
shaking him a long time by the hand. âBut the truth is, brother, I
am aâI am a kind of a weed, and itâs too late to plant me in a
regular garden.â
âMy dear George,â returns the elder, concentrating his strong
steady brow upon him and smiling confidently, âleave that to me,
and let me try.â
George shakes his head. âYou could do it, I have not a doubt, if
anybody could; but itâs not to be done. Not to be done, sir!
Whereas it so falls out, on the other hand, that I am able to be of
some trifle of use to Sir Leicester Dedlock since his illnessâ
brought on by family sorrowsâand that he would rather have that
help from our motherâs son than from anybody else.â
âWell, my dear George,â returns the other with a very slight shade
upon his open face, âif you prefer to serve in Sir Leicester
Dedlockâs household brigadeââ
âThere it is, brother,â cries the trooper, checking him, with his
hand upon his knee again; âthere it is! You donât take kindly to
that idea; I donât mind it. You are not used to being officered; I
am. Everything about you is in perfect order and discipline;
everything about me requires to be kept so. We are not accustomed
to carry things with the same hand or to look at âem from the same
point. I donât say much about my garrison manners because I found
myself pretty well at my ease last night, and they wouldnât be
noticed here, I dare say, once and away. But I shall get on best
at Chesney Wold, where thereâs more room for a weed than there is
here; and the dear old lady will be made happy besides. Therefore
I accept of Sir Leicester Dedlockâs proposals. When I come over
next year to give away the bride, or whenever I come, I shall have
the sense to keep the household brigade in ambuscade and not to
manoeuvre it on your ground. I thank you heartily again and am
proud to think of the Rouncewells as theyâll be founded by you.â
âYou know yourself, George,â says the elder brother, returning the
grip of his hand, âand perhaps you know me better than I know
myself. Take your way. So that we donât quite lose one another
again, take your way.â
âNo fear of that!â returns the trooper. âNow, before I turn my
horseâs head homewards, brother, I will ask youâif youâll be so
goodâto look over a letter for me. I brought it with me to send
from these parts, as Chesney Wold might be a painful name just now
to the person itâs written to. I am not much accustomed to
correspondence myself, and I am particular respecting this present
letter because I want it to be both straightforward and delicate.â
Herewith he hands a letter, closely written in somewhat pale ink
but in a neat round hand, to the ironmaster, who reads as follows:
Miss Esther Summerson,
A communication having been made to me by Inspector Bucket of a
letter to myself being found among the papers of a certain person,
I take the liberty to make known to you that it was but a few lines
of instruction from abroad, when, where, and how to deliver an
enclosed letter to a young and beautiful lady, then unmarried, in
England. I duly observed the same.
I further take the liberty to make known to you that it was got
from me as a proof of handwriting only and that otherwise I would
not have given it up, as appearing to be the most harmless in my
possession, without being previously shot through the heart.
I further take the liberty to mention that if I could have supposed
a certain unfortunate gentleman to have been in existence, I never
could and never would have rested until I had discovered his
retreat and shared my last farthing with him, as my duty and my
inclination would have equally been. But he was (officially)
reported drowned, and assuredly went over the side of a transport-ship at night in an Irish harbour within a few hours of her arrival
from the West Indies, as I have myself heard both from officers and
men on board, and know to have been (officially) confirmed.
I further take the liberty to state that in my humble quality as
one of the rank and file, I am, and shall ever continue to be, your
thoroughly devoted and admiring servant and that I esteem the
qualities you possess above all others far beyond the limits of the
present dispatch.
I have the honour to be,
GEORGE
âA little formal,â observes the elder brother, refolding it with a
puzzled face.
âBut nothing that might not be sent to a pattern young lady?â asks
the younger.
âNothing at all.â
Therefore it is sealed and deposited for posting among the iron
correspondence of the day. This done, Mr. George takes a hearty
farewell of the family party and prepares to saddle and mount. His
brother, however, unwilling to part with him so soon, proposes to
ride with him in a light open carriage to the place where he will
bait for the night, and there remain with him until morning, a
servant riding for so much of the journey on the thoroughbred old
grey from Chesney Wold. The offer, being gladly accepted, is
followed by a pleasant ride, a pleasant dinner, and a pleasant
breakfast, all in brotherly communion. Then they once more shake
hands long and heartily and part, the ironmaster turning his face
to the
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