the way of all flesh-第98章
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upon the scene they had remained at Battersby; and had concentrated
their affection upon their other children。
It had been a bitter pill to Theobald to lose his power of plaguing
his first…born; if the truth were known I believe he had felt this
more acutely than any disgrace which might have been shed upon him
by Ernest's imprisonment。 He had made one or two attempts to reopen
negotiations through me; but I never said anything about them to
Ernest; for I knew it would upset him。 I wrote; however; to
Theobald that I had found his son inexorable; and recommended him
for the present; at any rate; to desist from returning to the
subject。 This I thought would be at once what Ernest would like
best and Theobald least。
A few days; however; after Ernest had come into his property; I
received a letter from Theobald enclosing one for Ernest which I
could not withhold。
The letter ran thus:…
〃To my son Ernest;Although you have more than once rejected my
overtures I appeal yet again to your better nature。 Your mother;
who has long been ailing; is; I believe; near her end; she is unable
to keep anything on her stomach; and Dr Martin holds out but little
hopes of her recovery。 She has expressed a wish to see you; and
says she knows you will not refuse to come to her; which;
considering her condition; I am unwilling to suppose you will。
〃I remit you a Post Office order for your fare; and will pay your
return journey。
〃If you want clothes to come in; order what you consider suitable;
and desire that the bill be sent to me; I will pay it immediately;
to an amount not exceeding eight or nine pounds; and if you will let
me know what train you will come by; I will send the carriage to
meet you。 Believe me; Your affectionate father; T。 PONTIFEX。〃
Of course there could be no hesitation on Ernest's part。 He could
afford to smile now at his father's offering to pay for his clothes;
and his sending him a Post Office order for the exact price of a
second…class ticket; and he was of course shocked at learning the
state his mother was said to be in; and touched at her desire to see
him。 He telegraphed that he would come down at once。 I saw him a
little before he started; and was pleased to see how well his tailor
had done by him。 Towneley himself could not have been appointed
more becomingly。 His portmanteau; his railway wrapper; everything
he had about him; was in keeping。 I thought he had grown much
better…looking than he had been at two or three and twenty。 His
year and a half of peace had effaced all the ill effects of his
previous suffering; and now that he had become actually rich there
was an air of insouciance and good humour upon his face; as of a man
with whom everything was going perfectly right; which would have
made a much plainer man good…looking。 I was proud of him and
delighted with him。 〃I am sure;〃 I said to myself; 〃that whatever
else he may do; he will never marry again。〃
The journey was a painful one。 As he drew near to the station and
caught sight of each familiar feature; so strong was the force of
association that he felt as though his coming into his aunt's money
had been a dream; and he were again returning to his father's house
as he had returned to it from Cambridge for the vacations。 Do what
he would; the old dull weight of home…sickness began to oppress him;
his heart beat fast as he thought of his approaching meeting with
his father and mother; 〃and I shall have;〃 he said to himself; 〃to
kiss Charlotte。〃
Would his father meet him at the station? Would he greet him as
though nothing had happened; or would he be cold and distant? How;
again; would he take the news of his son's good fortune? As the
train drew up to the platform; Ernest's eye ran hurriedly over the
few people who were in the station。 His father's well…known form
was not among them; but on the other side of the palings which
divided the station yard from the platform; he saw the pony
carriage; looking; as he thought; rather shabby; and recognised his
father's coachman。 In a few minutes more he was in the carriage
driving towards Battersby。 He could not help smiling as he saw the
coachman give a look of surprise at finding him so much changed in
personal appearance。 The coachman was the more surprised because
when Ernest had last been at home he had been dressed as a
clergyman; and now he was not only a layman; but a layman who was
got up regardless of expense。 The change was so great that it was
not till Ernest actually spoke to him that the coachman knew him。
〃How are my father and mother?〃 he asked hurriedly; as he got into
the carriage。 〃The Master's well; sir;〃 was the answer; 〃but the
Missis is very sadly。〃 The horse knew that he was going home and
pulled hard at the reins。 The weather was cold and rawthe very
ideal of a November day; in one part of the road the floods were
out; and near here they had to pass through a number of horsemen and
dogs; for the hounds had met that morning at a place near Battersby。
Ernest saw several people whom he knew; but they either; as is most
likely; did not recognise him; or did not know of his good luck。
When Battersby church tower drew near; and he saw the Rectory on the
top of the hill; its chimneys just showing above the leafless trees
with which it was surrounded; he threw himself back in the carriage
and covered his face with his hands。
It came to an end; as even the worst quarters of an hour do; and in
a few minutes more he was on the steps in front of his father's
house。 His father; hearing the carriage arrive; came a little way
down the steps to meet him。 Like the coachman he saw at a glance
that Ernest was appointed as though money were abundant with him;
and that he was looking robust and full of health and vigour。
This was not what he had bargained for。 He wanted Ernest to return;
but he was to return as any respectable; well…regulated prodigal
ought to returnabject; broken…hearted; asking forgiveness from the
tenderest and most long…suffering father in the whole world。 If he
should have shoes and stockings and whole clothes at all; it should
be only because absolute rags and tatters had been graciously
dispensed with; whereas here he was swaggering in a grey ulster and
a blue and white neck…tie; and looking better than Theobald had ever
seen him in his life。 It was unprincipled。 Was it for this that he
had been generous enough to offer to provide Ernest with decent
clothes in which to come and visit his mother's death…bed? Could
any advantage be meaner than the one which Ernest had taken? Well;
he would not go a penny beyond the eight or nine pounds which he had
promised。 It was fortunate he had given a limit。 Why he; Theobald;
had never been able to afford such a portmanteau in his life。 He
was still using an old one which his father had turned over to him
when he went up to Cambridge。 Besides; he had said clothes; not a
portmanteau。
Ernest saw what was passing through his father's mind; and felt that
he ought to have prepared him in some way for what he now saw; but
he had sent his telegram so immediately on receiving his father's
letter; and had followed it so promptly that it would not have been
easy to do so even if he had thought of it。 He put out his hand and
said laughingly; 〃Oh; it's all paid forI am afraid you do not know
that Mr Overton has handed over to me Aunt Alethea's money。〃
Theobald flushed scarlet。 〃But why;〃 he said; and these were the
first words that actually crossed his lips〃if the money was not
his to keep; did he not hand it over to my brother John and me?〃 He
stammered a good deal and looked sheepish; but he got the words out。
〃Because; my dear father;〃 said Ernest still laughing; 〃my aunt left
it to him in trust for me; not in trust either for you or for my
Uncle Johnand it has accumulated till it is now over 70;000
pounds。 But tell me how is my mother?〃
〃No; Ernest;〃 said Theobald excitedly; 〃the matter cannot rest here;
I must know that this is all open and above board。〃
This had the true Theobald ring and instantly brought the whole
train of ideas which in Ernest's mind were connec