After breakfast, Boots is inclined to consider that they drawed soldiers,--at least, he knows that many such was found in the fire- place, all on horseback.In the course of the morning, Master Harry rang the bell,--it was surprising how that there boy did carry on,-- and said, in a sprightly way, "Cobbs, is there any good walks in this neighbourhood?""Yes, sir," says Cobbs."There's Love Lane.""Get out with you, Cobbs!"--that was that there boy's expression,-- "you're joking.""Begging your pardon, sir," says Cobbs, "there really is Love Lane.And a pleasant walk it is, and proud shall I be to show it to yourself and Mrs.Harry Walmers, Junior.""Norah, dear," said Master Harry, "this is curious.We really ought tosee Love Lane.Put on your bonnet, my sweetest darling, and we will go there with Cobbs."Boots leaves me to judge what a Beast he felt himself to be, when that young pair told him, as they all three jogged along together, that they had made up their minds to give him two thousand guineas a year as head- gardener, on accounts of his being so true a friend to 'em.Boots could have wished at the moment that the earth would have opened and swallowed him up, he felt so mean, with their beaming eyes a looking at him, and believing him.Well, sir, he turned the conversation as well as he could, and he took 'em down Love Lane to the water-meadows, and there Master Harry would have drowned himself in half a moment more, a getting out a water-lily for her,--but nothing daunted that boy.Well, sir, they was tired out.All being so new and strange to 'em, they was tired as tired could be.And they laid down on a bank of daisies, like the children in the wood, leastways meadows, and fell asleep.
Boots don't know--perhaps I do,--but never mind, it don't signify either way--why it made a man fit to make a fool of himself to see them two pretty babies a lying there in the clear still sunny day, not dreaming half so hard when they was asleep as they done when they was awake.But, Lord! when you come to think of yourself, you know, and what a game you have been up to ever since you was in your own cradle, and what a poor sort of a chap you are, and how it's always either Yesterday with you, or else To-morrow, and never To- day, that's where it is!
Well, sir, they woke up at last, and then one thing was getting pretty clear to Boots, namely, that Mrs.Harry Walmerses, Junior's, temper was on the move.When Master Harry took her round the waist, she said he "teased her so;" and when he says, "Norah, my young May Moon, your Harry tease you?" she tells him, "Yes; and I want to go home!"A biled fowl, and baked bread-and-butter pudding, brought Mrs.Walmers up a little; but Boots could have wished, he must privately own to me, to have seen her more sensible of the woice of love, and less abandoning of herself to currants.However, Master Harry, he kept up, and his noble heart was as fond as ever.Mrs.Walmers turned verysleepy about dusk, and began to cry.Therefore, Mrs.Walmers went off to bed as per yesterday; and Master Harry ditto repeated.
About eleven or twelve at night comes back the Governor in a chaise, along with Mr.Walmers and a elderly lady.Mr.Walmers looks amused and very serious, both at once, and says to our missis, "We are much indebted to you, ma'am, for your kind care of our little children, which we can never sufficiently acknowledge.Pray, ma'am, where is my boy?" Our missis says, "Cobbs has the dear child in charge, sir.Cobbs, show Forty!" Then he says to Cobbs, "Ah, Cobbs, I am glad to see you! I understood you was here!" And Cobbs says, "Yes, sir.Your most obedient, sir."I may be surprised to hear Boots say it, perhaps; but Boots assures me that his heart beat like a hammer, going up-stairs."I beg your pardon, sir," says he, while unlocking the door; "I hope you are not angry with Master Harry.For Master Harry is a fine boy, sir, and will do you credit and honour." And Boots signifies to me, that, if the fine boy's father had contradicted him in the daring state of mind in which he then was, he thinks he should have "fetched him a crack," and taken the consequences.
But Mr.Walmers only says, "No, Cobbs.No, my good fellow.Thank you!" And, the door being opened, goes in.
Boots goes in too, holding the light, and he sees Mr.Walmers go up to the bedside, bend gently down, and kiss the little sleeping face.Then he stands looking at it for a minute, looking wonderfully like it (they do say he ran away with Mrs.Walmers); and then he gently shakes the little shoulder.
"Harry, my dear boy!Harry!"
Master Harry starts up and looks at him.Looks at Cobbs too.Such is the honour of that mite, that he looks at Cobbs, to see whether he has brought him into trouble.
"I am not angry, my child.I only want you to dress yourself and come home.""Yes, pa."
Master Harry dresses himself quickly.His breast begins to swellwhen he has nearly finished, and it swells more and more as he stands, at last, a looking at his father: his father standing a looking at him, the quiet image of him.
"Please may I"--the spirit of that little creatur, and the way he kept his rising tears down!--"please, dear pa--may I--kiss Norah before I go?""You may, my child."
So he takes Master Harry in his hand, and Boots leads the way with the candle, and they come to that other bedroom, where the elderly lady is seated by the bed, and poor little Mrs.Harry Walmers, Junior, is fast asleep.There the father lifts the child up to the pillow, and he lays his little face down for an instant by the little warm face of poor unconscious little Mrs.Harry Walmers, Junior, and gently draws it to him,--a sight so touching to the chambermaids who are peeping through the door, that one of them calls out, "It's a shame to part 'em!" But this chambermaid was always, as Boots informs me, a soft-hearted one.Not that there was any harm in that girl.Far from it.
Finally, Boots says, that's all about it.Mr.Walmers drove away in the chaise, having hold of Master Harry's hand.The elderly lady and Mrs.Harry Walmers, Junior, that was never to be (she married a Captain long afterwards, and died in India), went off next day.In conclusion, Boots put it to me whether I hold with him in two opinions: firstly, that there are not many couples on their way to be married who are half as innocent of guile as those two children; secondly, that it would be a jolly good thing for a great many couples on their way to be married, if they could only be stopped in time, and brought back separately.
