Can I render any professional assistance? he asked, looking in.
Yes, exclaimed Harry; what can be done for this lady?
Will she step out? asked the medical practitioner.
She is unable, sir, said Harry.
Oh! I beg pardon; I will feel her pulse, was the rejoinder. The apothecary made a long face.
Why, do you know, sir, the old lady is dead! he exclaimed, rather offended at Harry having brought him out to a dead patient. I can do nothing for her, sir.
Dead! exclaimed Harry, with a feeling of horror. Are you sure that she is dead?
Never was more sure of a fact in my life, sir. You can send for her executors and the undertaker when you get home; that is the only advice I can give you.
Harry told the coachman to drive on. But do I not owe you a fee, sir, for your trouble?
Oh, no, sir, no; that would be too much, said the apothecary, thinking that he had been too plain-spoken with the young man, who might possibly be a relative of the old lady, though he was somewhat young to be her son.
Harry fortunately recollected Lady Tryons man of business. He sent for him, as he did also for Mr Kyffin.
I will leave you still here, said his old friend, who came that very evening, and when your grandmothers affairs have been arranged you must come to my house. I hope that you will find yourself left comfortably off. Let me entreat you not to be idle, Harry; it is the very worst employment a man can engage in. Harry shook his head. I doubt my being well off,
he answered. We will hope for the best, said Mr Kyffin. Harry had good reason for his doubts. Even before his grandmothers body was placed in her coffin, an execution was put into the house. Every article in it was seized by her creditors, and even after all her property had been disposed of, many were still left unpaid. Harry was literally destitute. For himself he would not have felt it so much, but it was a cruel thought that he must relinquish all his hopes of obtaining Mabel. He had, however, one firm friend.
My dear boy, said Mr Kyffin, this may be, after all, the best thing that could have happened to you. Had your grandmother left you well off you might have turned out an idler. I have sufficient influence, I think, with your relative, Mr Coppinger, to obtain a situation for you in his house of business. The very fact that your unhappy grandmother has deceived you and left you totally unprovided for will weigh greatly with him.
Harry wrote immediately to his great-uncle, Mr Coppinger, and other relatives, announcing his grandmothers death. The following day the merchant appeared. He spoke kindly to Harry, and seemed satisfied with the way he expressed himself.
I have seen so little of my sister for so many years that I know nothing of her affairs, he observed, but from what you tell me I am afraid that they are not in a satisfactory condition.
Harry, at that time, was not aware how utterly his grandmother had ruined herself. In a very few days, however, the merchant discovered that his sister had not left sufficient to pay her debts.
However, it cannot be helped now. We must have as quiet a funeral as possible, and the less said about the matter the better. I am not surprised, as I heard something about her habits; but for you I am sorry, Harry. However, you are young, and the world is before you. If you are disposed to work you can make your way, as many an honest steady man has done, with fewer abilities than you possess, I suspect.
Harry assured his uncle that he was ready to work, but though he might have preferred entering the army or navy, he saw now clearly that he must attempt some career by which he might maintain himself.
Well, I will talk the matter over with your friend Mr Kyffin, and he will communicate the result to you, said Mr Coppinger.
The people of Lynderton were greatly disappointed, and considered that they had a right to complain of Lady Tryon when they discovered that she was not to be interred in their churchyard with the usual pomp-and-ceremony of persons of her position. Instead of that, she was laid to rest in the burying-ground of the parish in which she died. Still more aggrieved were her creditors when they found they had to accept only five shillings in the pound, and that they might consider themselves very fortunate in obtaining that amount.
Roger Kyffin insisted on his young ward coming to live with him, and as soon as the creditors had taken charge of the house, Harry Tryon packed up his small possessions and removed to Hampstead.
It is all arranged, Harry, said Mr Kyffin, the following day; your uncle will receive you as a clerk at a salary of 100 pounds a year. It is a very good one, let me assure you, for a beginner. Many a young man has to pay a large premium to be admitted into such a house; you may therefore consider yourself especially fortunate. All you have now to do is to be punctual, to be ready to do every thing you are required, and to forward to the utmost of your power your principals interest. Exactness is a great thing, and above all, rigidly honourable conduct. You will not discredit my recommendation, Harry, I feel sure of that.