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the beginning of the next. There are events Paris, I saw a painting by a French artistwhich mark the passage from childhood to Horace Vernet, I think; it represented the boyhood, and from boyhood to manhood, as slaughter of the Mamelukes, presided over by towns do the stages upon the road. The day that man of blood Mehemet Ali, the Pasha of before I had been a boy, but that encounter Egypt. On the canvas, the doomed cavaliers with old Sternfield had at once pushed me for were depicted as entrapped in a sort of courtward a long way on the road to manhood. I yard, overlooked by Mehemet Ali, and surfelt greater confidence in my own powers; I rounded by his troops, who, from their safe felt that for the future I did not want to be elevation, were firing down upon the horsemen protected against tyranny; I would protect below. Some were wounded; some in the myself; I was almost inclined to resent as an agonies of death ; and one noble-looking old insult the imputation of being afraid.
fellow was appealing to the pasha for justice, That night I slept in the old room, and did if not for mercy. The face of Mehemet Ali, not feel the shadow which used to brood there. gazing at this butchery, was drawn as calm The next morning we set off on the same and quiet as that of a sleeping infant. True, journey we had taken four years before,
there was will written about the firmly-cut I shall never forget the interview with old mouth, and purpose in every muscle, but all was Sternfield; the calm politeness of Lewis, the in motionless repose. That struck me as unnarage of Sternfield, with his head bound up, and tural, till, glancing downwards, my eyes rested my passion, which smothered all I had prepared upon the hand. In that hand the painter had myself to say. After Lewis had paid him his told the whole tale; that had embodied the bill, and expressed his intention to take me sentiment of the man. It was grasping a rail away, as the most pleasant course--at least, so with such fury, that the sinews started up, he should think for all parties, the old man, and showed the force they were acting with. who had probably reckoned on having me left to That hand was eloquent of malice and revenge. his mercy, spluttered out a threat to have me It redeemed, or rather it made, the picture. taken into custody for the assault I had com The likeness to something I had seen before mitted upon him. Lewis advised him to do so flashed on me in a moment; it was the hand by all means, as probably that would be the with which old Sternfield held the tumbler best way at once to punish me, and prove the that day. falsehood of the accusation of killing young Another impression I have of that visit is. Warner, which I had made against him. that it opened to me a new view of Lewis's That last suggestion was a home-thrust for old character. I knew his calmness, which he Sternfield. Lewis guessed that he would not could mingle with a quiet insolence when he like to have the circumstances of the boy's pleased. I had seen that when he went to death investigated, and he was right. The fat Sweeny; but to that there seemed added, on old face turned almost as white as the bandages this occasion, a sly love of tormenting. He in which his forehead was wrapped, and his evidently took me with him, not to gratify me, hand clenched on a tumbler near him, which I but to enrage the schoolmaster; and I could see expected to see dashed at the head of my com that he enjoyed the rage my master dare not panion ; but the eye of Lewis was upon him, act out, in much the same way as a tiger might and the grasp of the old schoolmaster relaxed the struggles of its victim. Perhaps, on the as Lewis rose and sarcastically wished him former occasion, if I had been old enough, I better of his wound. In another minute or might have observed the same thing; but, now two we were in the chaise, and had turned our
that I did notice it, I did not trust Lewis as backs on Forest Hall.
before. We seldom do trust those whom we see I have mentioned that the hand of old Stern inflicting needless pain, even upon our enemies; field grasped a tumbler at one moment of the in there is a consciousness which tells us our own terview, and that leads me to notice here some turn may come. That expresses something of thing wbich, many years after, induced me to what I felt with respect to Lewis as we went remember that particular action. It is an in home. stance of how strongly the mind is impressed Another thing I must mention here. The without our being conscious of it at the time, | masterless boys, without the fear of the rod and how a far-off association, after a long lapse before their eyes for that day, were playing of years, calls back the forgotten circumstance. upon the common; and I learned from one of In ten minutes after I left the school-house them, who ran up to the side of our chaise, the circumstance was forgotten, but some two | that Mr. Craven had left shortly after me. As or three years ago, as I was passing through soon as the master recovered from the first
effects of my blow, Craven, with a sudden flash of spirit, said I was right, and soon after, without further leave-taking, quitted the house.
I stayed at the old house in the fields about a week after this. I was not to remain there I knew, but I left earlier than I expected, and in a different way. I think Lewis would have kept me, but Mrs. Lewis was opposed to it, and he gave way. Determined as he was, there was a quiet fascination about that woman which controlled him without his being aware of it; otherwise he would have broken the chain in a moment. I rather wished to stay myself, but I yielded too.
I only remember one visitor during that week. He was the ill-favoured Marks, whom I disliked more every time I saw him. I could not imagine what he came for : I was always excluded when he was there. Somehow, in my mind I came to connect him with the locked-up woodhouse, which was still one of my mysteries.
Two or three times during that week I went to the nearest town. Mrs. Lewis sent me there on trifling errands, which no doubt were invented to get me out of the way when I was not wanted at home. The last time I made one of those trips I was told to call on a shoemaker, whose cottage was on the outskirts of the town. Not finding the man in the room which served him for a workshop, I passed through to another door, from which childish laughter proceeded. In the next room, the boy who carried letters for the post-office, and whom I had seen once or twice at Lewis's, unmindful of the letters he had to deliver, was scated on a bench, wearing the shocmaker's leather apron, and playing with a dog, while the shoemaker's children stood round enjoying the antics of the little mongrel. A few months before, I should have joined the group, and taken my share in the fun; but the sense of coming manhood was growing on me rapidly now, and after ascertaining that the shoemaker was not at home, I was turning to go away, when the letter-carrier, remembering me, and thinking to save himself a long walk, asked me to take a letter he had for some one at home. I assented, and the lad produced a letter from his bag, directed to John Brunt, and was about to hand it to me, when accidentally he dropped it on the ground. The cur he had been playing with seized it in an instant, and, holding it in his teeth, began to course and frisk in circles about the room. In vain were all the coaxings and whistlings and efforts of the lad and the children to get hold of Spot, or to make him drop the letter. As
the pursuit grew hotter, and the pattings of the unlucky letter-carrier grew into curses and threatenings, the dog darted through the open door, through the workshop, and out into the road. In full chase the whole party followed, to see Spot, his tail in the air, stopping, now to tear the letter, and then again careering triumphantly round the corner of the cottage with the fragments. When we caught sight of him again, he was standing still, with an air of innocent playfulness, ready for another game, but the letter was gone. We hunted for it along the track the dog had taken, and picked up one or two mutilated fragments the wind was sporting with ; but the letter was lost. So I lifted my horse's bridle off the cottage-fence, and leaving the post-boy trembling for his place, rode home to tell Brunt of the letter he ought to have had.
If I had seen Brunt on my arrival, I should have told him of the mishap, and most likely not have mentioned it to any one else; but Brunt, by some chance, was absent, and I related the occurrence to Lewis and his wife. They did not laugh at it, as I expected they would ; I saw in a moment, as their eyes met, that my story woke up some suspicions. Those were not the days of penny-postage; serving-men and women seldom had letters then, and the Lewises were, as I soon found, so peculiarly situated, that they connected Brunt's letter with something in their own minds, and looked upon it as a grave matter. After a pause of a minute or two spent in thought, Lewis said to his wife, “I must see to this. What you told me of Brunt's manner, what Marks said about seeing him about Bow-street, the other day, and now this letter. Hum! I must get rid of Brunt."
“Send him aboard the schooner,” Mrs. Lewis suggested, in the quietest tone possible, as though she had been speaking of something quite common-place.
“Yes," Lewis replied ; " Brace will be here to-morrow, and that can be easily managed. He must go, and to-day he must be watched. Curse him! if I was certain, I would make short work of it and him too."
" It is not long till to-morrow," Mrs. Lewis remarked, as though, if it had been, she would have advocated the short-work course with Brunt, “and Marks will be here to-night again; we can tell him about it. In the meantime, Hubert had better not say anything to him about the letter."
I could not make out of what consequence Brunt having a letter was to my friends, but I saw that it was important, and I said nothing
to Brunt when he came back. My attention that whistle brought Lewis out. He came was excited, and I noticed everything that upon us with a quick step while Brunt was took place. Lewis did not leave the premises fastening the collar of the dog, which, unwilthat day: he moved about, keeping his eye ling to be confined, was growling surlily. A constantly on Brunt. Mrs. Lewis seemed look at Lewis's face told me that his converrather anxious. Brunt himself was fidgetty, sation with Marks had strengthened his susas though he expected something. It was not picions of Brunt. “Let the dog loose and difficult for me to guess that he expected that come into the house," he said in a quick, sharp letter, and I smiled as I thought how Spot had voice. Brunt had not heard Lewis come, and disappointed him.
looked up with a countenance from which all It is curious how mystery and suspense his ill-assumed merriment was banished. The throw an air of constraint on all within their power Lewis had over most men was espeinfluence. Though I was not sufficiently in cially great when exercised over low animal the secret to know how Lewis might be af natures like Brunt's. The latter obeyed the fected, I felt the prevailing tone of the house order without speaking, and went in, followed hold-even old Hector seemed to me as though | by Lewis. Hector, released, bounded off to he felt it instinctively, and prowled about the gate, and I went to the sitting-room full with a suspicious fierceness in his demeanour. of curiosity to know what was to happen. How differently the same feelings act on dif I never saw two men much more terrorferent characters! Lewis, with all his impas stricken than Brunt and Marks, though I did sibility, had a sharper accent when he spoke, not see what Marks had to be frightened at. and his eye was more than usually watchful. For Brunt's terror there was cause enough. Mrs. Lewis, with all her quiet self-control, Crouched down on a chair at one corner of the talked more than usual, and bustled about room, he cowered before Lewis, who stood with a less sedate step than was her wont. over him with a pistol pointed at his head ; and Brunt tried to cover his brutal stolidity with | the trembling wretch held up his hard, coarse an appearance of jollity and easy nonchalance. | hands with the instinct of fear, to shield his Men accustomed to note the minute changes face from the weapon. I heard Lewis accuse which mark varying states of mind would Brunt of selling them, and threaten to blow have seen that all those people were playing his brains out as though he were a dog if he a part. Probably each of them did see that did not tell the truth. I believe the trembling the others were, but were unconscious that coward would have told all he knew, but his they were open to the same remark. For tongue refused to obey his efforts. He gasped myself, I felt that the shadow—that shadow and stammered with a choking noise, but no of which the boy of ten used to be sensible articulate sound came from his mouth. I have had deepened about the house. Some instinct no doubt Lewis would have shot the traitor, as which has more affinity to the senses of he called Brunt, but for Mrs. Lewis. She inanimals than the reason of men, an instinct I terfered, not out of pity though, but with a have often felt, but am utterly unable to de- suggestion that they should search him. The scribe,-told me a change was impending. Of hirt was acted npon. Pocket after pocket was the nature of that change, ignorant as I was turned out without producing anything but of the facts of the case, I could not form an what might have been expected to be there, and idea. A few hours made it plain to me. the search appeared useless, till Lewis, with a Marks came; and Lewis, telling me to keep jerk, tore open Brunt's waistcoat, and revealed a watch on Brunt, and let him know if the a secret pocket inside. For a moment Brunt man attempted to leave the premises, went seemed disposed to resist. He tried to drag his to consult with his wife and Marks.
waistcoat back to its usual position, and his eye Brunt had instincts like a brute. He knew wandered round the room as though seeking that I was sent as a spy over him. I felt cer a mode of escape, till it rested on the pistol on tain of that after the first five minutes we the table, almost within his reach. He leant were left together, but he was too cunning to forward his body to get nearer it, but Mrs. awake my suspicions by trying to get rid of Lewis removed it without saying a word. Her me. He went to the gate and looked over it husband, however, had observed the movement, along the road across the marsh, on which and a heavy blow fell on Brunt's head, dedarkness was fast setting; then he attempted, priving him, for the moment, of consciousness. discordantly enough, to hum a tune, and at He fell back in the chair, and his hands gave last he whistled old Hector, and began to up their hold upon the waistcoat. Lewis chain him to his kennel. I daresay it was | dragged a roll of paper from the hidden pocket.