John Halifax [34]
our mental equilibrium.
John was the first to do it. Passing his hand over his brow he bared it to the fresh night-air, and drew a deep, hard breath. He was very pale, I saw.
"John?"
He turned, and laid a hand on my shoulder. "What did you say? Are you cold?"
"No." He put his arm so as to shield the wind from me, nevertheless.
"Well," said he, after a pause, "we have had our pleasure, and it is over. Now we must go back to the old ways again. I wonder what o'clock it is?"
He was answered by a church clock striking, heard clearly over the silent town. I counted the strokes--ELEVEN!
Horrified, we looked at one another by the light of the lamp. Until this minute we had taken no note of time. Eleven o'clock! How should we get home to Norton Bury that night?
For, now the excitement was over, I turned sick and faint; my limbs almost sank under me.
"What must we do, John?"
"Do! oh! 'tis quite easy. You cannot walk--you shall not walk--we must hire a gig and drive home. I have enough money--all my month's wages--see!" He felt in his pockets one after the other; his countenance grew blank. "Why! where is my money gone to?"
Where, indeed! But that it was gone, and irretrievably--most likely stolen when we were so wedged in the crowd--there could be no manner of doubt. And I had not a groat. I had little use for money, and rarely carried any.
"Would not somebody trust us?" suggested I.
"I never asked anybody for credit in my life--and for a horse and gig--they'd laugh at me. Still--yes--stay here a minute, and I'll try."
He came back, though not immediately, and took my arm with a reckless laugh.
"It's of no use, Phineas--I'm not so respectable as I thought. What's to be done?"
Ay! what indeed! Here we were, two friendless youths, with not a penny in our pockets, and ten miles away from home. How to get there, and at midnight too, was a very serious question. We consulted a minute, and then John said firmly:
"We must make the best of it and start. Every instant is precious. Your father will think we have fallen into some harm. Come, Phineas, I'll help you on."
His strong, cheery voice, added to the necessity of the circumstances, braced up my nerves. I took hold of his arm, and we marched on bravely through the shut-up town, and for a mile or two along the high-road leading to Norton Bury. There was a cool fresh breeze: and I often think one can walk so much further by night than by day. For some time, listening to John's talk about the stars--he had lately added astronomy to the many things he tried to learn--and recalling with him all that we had heard and seen this day, I hardly felt my weariness.
But gradually it grew upon me; my pace lagged slower and slower--even the scented air of the midsummer-night imparted no freshness. John wound his young arm, strong and firm as iron, round my waist, and we got on awhile in that way.
"Keep up, Phineas. There's a hayrick near. I'll wrap you in my coat, and you shall rest there: an hour or two will not matter now-- we shall get home by daybreak."
I feebly assented; but it seemed to me that we never should get home- -at least I never should. For a short way more, I dragged myself--or rather, was dragged--along; then the stars, the shadowy fields, and the winding, white high-road mingled and faded from me. I lost all consciousness.
When I came to myself I was lying by a tiny brook at the roadside, my head resting on John's knees. He was bathing my forehead: I could not see him, but I heard his smothered moan.
"David, don't mind. I shall be well directly."
"Oh! Phineas--Phineas; I thought I had killed you."
He said no more; but I fancied that under cover of the night he yielded to what his manhood might have been ashamed of--yet need not- -a few tears.
I tried to rise. There was a faint streak in the east. "Why, it is daybreak! How far are we from Norton Bury?"
"Not very far. Don't stir a step. I shall carry you."
"Impossible!"
"Nonsense; I have done it for half-a-mile
John was the first to do it. Passing his hand over his brow he bared it to the fresh night-air, and drew a deep, hard breath. He was very pale, I saw.
"John?"
He turned, and laid a hand on my shoulder. "What did you say? Are you cold?"
"No." He put his arm so as to shield the wind from me, nevertheless.
"Well," said he, after a pause, "we have had our pleasure, and it is over. Now we must go back to the old ways again. I wonder what o'clock it is?"
He was answered by a church clock striking, heard clearly over the silent town. I counted the strokes--ELEVEN!
Horrified, we looked at one another by the light of the lamp. Until this minute we had taken no note of time. Eleven o'clock! How should we get home to Norton Bury that night?
For, now the excitement was over, I turned sick and faint; my limbs almost sank under me.
"What must we do, John?"
"Do! oh! 'tis quite easy. You cannot walk--you shall not walk--we must hire a gig and drive home. I have enough money--all my month's wages--see!" He felt in his pockets one after the other; his countenance grew blank. "Why! where is my money gone to?"
Where, indeed! But that it was gone, and irretrievably--most likely stolen when we were so wedged in the crowd--there could be no manner of doubt. And I had not a groat. I had little use for money, and rarely carried any.
"Would not somebody trust us?" suggested I.
"I never asked anybody for credit in my life--and for a horse and gig--they'd laugh at me. Still--yes--stay here a minute, and I'll try."
He came back, though not immediately, and took my arm with a reckless laugh.
"It's of no use, Phineas--I'm not so respectable as I thought. What's to be done?"
Ay! what indeed! Here we were, two friendless youths, with not a penny in our pockets, and ten miles away from home. How to get there, and at midnight too, was a very serious question. We consulted a minute, and then John said firmly:
"We must make the best of it and start. Every instant is precious. Your father will think we have fallen into some harm. Come, Phineas, I'll help you on."
His strong, cheery voice, added to the necessity of the circumstances, braced up my nerves. I took hold of his arm, and we marched on bravely through the shut-up town, and for a mile or two along the high-road leading to Norton Bury. There was a cool fresh breeze: and I often think one can walk so much further by night than by day. For some time, listening to John's talk about the stars--he had lately added astronomy to the many things he tried to learn--and recalling with him all that we had heard and seen this day, I hardly felt my weariness.
But gradually it grew upon me; my pace lagged slower and slower--even the scented air of the midsummer-night imparted no freshness. John wound his young arm, strong and firm as iron, round my waist, and we got on awhile in that way.
"Keep up, Phineas. There's a hayrick near. I'll wrap you in my coat, and you shall rest there: an hour or two will not matter now-- we shall get home by daybreak."
I feebly assented; but it seemed to me that we never should get home- -at least I never should. For a short way more, I dragged myself--or rather, was dragged--along; then the stars, the shadowy fields, and the winding, white high-road mingled and faded from me. I lost all consciousness.
When I came to myself I was lying by a tiny brook at the roadside, my head resting on John's knees. He was bathing my forehead: I could not see him, but I heard his smothered moan.
"David, don't mind. I shall be well directly."
"Oh! Phineas--Phineas; I thought I had killed you."
He said no more; but I fancied that under cover of the night he yielded to what his manhood might have been ashamed of--yet need not- -a few tears.
I tried to rise. There was a faint streak in the east. "Why, it is daybreak! How far are we from Norton Bury?"
"Not very far. Don't stir a step. I shall carry you."
"Impossible!"
"Nonsense; I have done it for half-a-mile