eminence, who stands on his dignity, and "asserts his power."
So Scoutbush begged humbly of Thurnall only to tell him what he could do.
"You might use your moral influence, my lord."
"Moral influence?" in a tone which implied naively enough, "I'd better get a little morals myself before I talk of using the same."
"Your position in the parish—"
"My good sir!" quoth Scoutbush in his shrewd way; "do you not know yourself what these fine fellows who were ready yesterday to kiss the dust off my feet would say, if I asked leave to touch a single hair of their rights?—'Tell you what, my lord; we pays you your rent, and you takes it. You mind your business, and we'll mind our'n.' You forget that times are changed since my seventeenth progenitor was lord of life and limb over man and maid in Aberalva."
"And since your seventeenth progenitor took the trouble to live at Penalva Court," said Campbell, "instead of throwing away what little moral influence he had by going into the Guards, and spending his time between Rotten Row and Cowes."
"Hardly fair, Major Campbell!" quoth Tom; "you forget that in the old times, if the Lord of Aberalva was responsible for his people, he had also by law the power of making them obey him."
"The long and the short of it is, then," said Scoutbush a little tartly, "that I can do nothing."
"You can put to rights the cottages which are still in your hands, my lord. For the rest, my only remaining hope lies in the last person whom one would usually depute on such an errand."
"Who is that?"
"The schoolmistress."
"The who?" asked Scoutbush.
"The schoolmistress; at whose house Major Campbell lodges."
And Tom told them, succinctly, enough to justify his strange assertion.
"If you doubt me, my lord, I advise you to ask Mr. Headley. He is no friend of hers; being a high churchman, while she is a little inclined to be schismatic; but an enemy's opinion will be all the more honest."
"She must be a wonderful woman," said Scoutbush; "I should like to see her."
"And I too," said Campbell, "I passed a lovely girl on the stairs last night, and thought no more of it. Lovely girls are common enough in West Country ports."
"We'll go and see her," quoth his lordship.
Meanwhile, Aberalva pier was astonished by a strange phenomenon. A boat from the yacht landed at the pier-head, not only Claude Mellot, whose beard was an object of wonder to the fishermen, but a tall three-legged box and a little black tent; which, being set upon the pier, became the scene of various mysterious operations, carried on by Claude and a sailor lad.
"I say!" quoth one of the fishing elders, after long suspicious silence; "I say, lads, this won't do. We can't have no outlandish foreigners taking observations here!"
And then dropped out one wild suspicion after another.
"Maybe he's surveying for a railroad?"
"Maybe he's from the Trinity House, going to make a new harbour; or maybe a lighthouse. And then we'd better not meddle wi' him."
"I'll tell you what he be. He's that here government chap as the Doctor said he'd bring down to set our drains right."
"If he goes meddling with our drains, and knocking of our back-yards about, he'll find himself over quay before he's done."
"Steady! Steady. He come with my loord, mind."
"He might a' taken in his loordship, and be a Roossian spy to the bottom of him after all. They mak' munselves up into all manner of disguisements, specially beards. I've seed the Roossians with their beards many a time."
"Maybe 'tis witchcraft. Look to mun, putting mun's head under that black bag now! He'm after no good, I'll warrant. If they ben't works of darkness, what be?"
"Leastwise he'm no right to go spying here on our quay, and never ax with your leave, or by your leave. I'll just goo mak' mun out."
And Claude, who had just retreated into his tent, had the pleasure of finding the curtain suddenly withdrawn, and as a flood of light rushed in, spoiling his daguerreotype plate, hearing a voice as of a sleepy bear—
"Ax your pardon, sir; but what be you arter here?"
"Murder! shut the screen!" But it was too late; and Claude came out, while the eldest-born of Anak stood sternly inquiring,—
"I say, what be you arter here, mak' so boold?"
"Taking sun-pictures, my good sir, and you have spoilt one for me."
"Sun-picturs, saith a?" in a very incredulous tone.
"Daguerreotypes of the place, for Lord Scoutbush."
"Oh!—if it's his lordship's wish, of course! Only things is very well as they are, and needs no mending, thank God. Only, ax pardon, sir. You see, we don't generally allow no interfering on our pier without lave, sir; the pier being ourn, we pays for the repairing. So, if his lordship intends making of alterations, he'd better to have spoken to us first."
"Alterations?" said Claude, laughing; "the place is far too pretty to need any improvement."
"Glad you think so, sir! But whatever be you arter here?"
"Taking views! I'm a painter, an artist! I'll take your portrait, if you like!" said Claude, laughing more and more.
"Bless my heart, what vules we be! 'Tis a paainter gentleman, lads!" roared he.
"What on earth did you take me for? A Russian spy?"
The elder shook his head; grinned solemnly; and peace was concluded. "We'm old-fashioned folks here, you see, sir; and don't like no new-fangled meddlecomes. You'll excuse us; you'm very welcome to do what you like, and glad to see you here." And the old fellow made a stately bow, and moved away.
"No, no! you must stay and have your portrait taken; you'll make a fine picture."
"Hum; might ha', they used to say, thirty years agone; I'm over old now. Still, my old woman might like it. Make so bold, sir, but what's your charge?"
"I charge nothing. Five minutes' talk with an honest man will pay me."
"Hum: if you'd a let me pay you, sir, well and good; but I maunt take up your time for nought; that's not fair."
However, Claude prevailed, and in ten minutes he had all the sailors on the quay round him; and one after another came forward blushing and grinning to be "taken off." Soon the children gathered round, and when Valencia and Major Campbell came on the pier, they found Claude in the midst of a ring of little dark-haired angels; while a dozen honest fellows grinned when their own visages appeared, and chaffed each other about the sweethearts who were to keep them while they were out at sea. And in the midst little Claude laughed and joked, and told good stories, and gave himself up, the simple, the sunny-hearted fellow, to the pleasure of pleasing, till he earned from one and all the character of "the pleasantest-spokenest gentleman that was ever into the town."
"Here's her ladyship! make room for her ladyship!" But Claude held up a warning hand. He had just arranged a masterpiece,—half-a-dozen of the prettiest children, sitting beneath a broken boat, on spars, sails, blocks, lobster-pots, and what not, arranged in picturesque confusion; while the black-bearded sea-kings round were promising them rock and bulls-eyes, if they would only sit still like "gude maids."
But at Valencia's coming the children all looked round, and jumped up and curtsied, and then were afraid to sit down again.
"You have spoilt my group, Miss St. Just, and you must mend it!"
Valencia caught the humour, regrouped them all forthwith; and then placed herself in front of them by Claude's side.
"Now, be good children! Look straight at me, and listen!" And lifting up her finger, she began to sing the first song of which she could think, "The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers."
She had no need to bid the children look at her and listen; for not only they, but every face upon the pier was fixed upon her; breathless,