I did, Colin answered defiantly, for he was on his mettle now. I did tell you so, and its the truth. But Im going as a valet. I couldnt afford to go in any other way, and so I took a situation, meaning to use my spare time in Rome to study sculpture.
The colonel rocked himself up and down irresolutely for a while; then he leant back a little more calmly in his seat, and gave himself up to a placid despair. At the next stopping station, he thought to himself, we must get out and change into another carriage. And he took up the Continental Bradshaw with a sigh, to see if there was any chance of release before they got to Ambérieu.
But if the colonel was quite unmanned by this shocking disclosure, Miss Gwens self-possession and calmness of demeanour was still wholly unshaken. She felt a little ashamed, indeed, that the colonel should so openly let Colin see into the profound depths of his good Philistine soul; but she did her best to make up for it by seeming not in any way to notice her fathers chilling reception of the charming young artists strange intelligence. A valet, papa, she cried in her sprightly way, as unconcernedly as if she had been accustomed to associating intimately with valets for the last twenty years; how very singular! Why, I shouldnt be at all surprised if this was that Mr. Churchill (I think the name was) that Eva told us all about, who did that beautiful bas-relief, you know, ever so long ago, for poor dear uncle Philip. Colin bowed, his face still burning. That is my name, he said, pulling out a card, on which was neatly engraved the simple legend, Mr. Colin Churchill, Sculptor.
And you used to live at Wootton Mandeville? Gwen asked, with even more of interest in her tone than ever.
I did.
Then, papa, this is the same Mr. Churchill. How very delightful! How lucky we should happen to meet you so, by accident! I call this really and truly a most remarkable and fortunate coincidence.
Very remarkable indeed, the colonel moaned half inarticulately from his cushion.
Miss Gwen was a very clever woman, and she tried her best to whip up the flagging energies of the conversation for a fresh run; but it was all to no purpose. Colin was too hot and uncomfortable to continue the talk now, and the colonel was evidently by no means anxious to recommence it. His whole soul had concentrated itself upon the one idea of changing carriages at Ambérieu. So after a while Gwen gave up the attempt in despair, and the whole party was carried forward in moody silence towards the next station.
How awfully disappointing, Gwen thought to herself as she relapsed, vanquished, into her own corner. He was talking so delightfully about such beautiful things, before papa went and made that horrid, stupid, unnecessary observation. Doesnt papa see the difference between an enthusiast for art and a common footman? A valet! I can see it all now. Every bit as romantic as Millet, except for the sabots. No wonder his face glowed so when he spoke about the painter who had risen from the ranks of the people. I think I know now what it is they mean by inspiration.
At last the train reached Amberieu. Great wits jump together; and as the carriage pulled up at the platform, both the colonel and Colin jumped out unanimously, to see whether they could find a vacant place in any other compartment. But the train was exactly like all other first-class expresses on the French railways; every place was taken through the whole long line of closely packed carriages. The colonel was the first to return. Gwen, he whispered angrily to his daughter, in a fierce undertone, there isnt a solitary seat vacant in the whole of this confounded train: we shall have to go on with this manservant fellow, at least as far as Aix, and perhaps even all the way to Modane and Turin. Now mind, Gwen, whatever you do, dont have anything more to say to him than you can possibly help, or I shall be very severely displeased with you. How could you go on trying to talk to him again after hed actually told you he was a gentlemans servant? I was ashamed of you, Gwen, positively ashamed of you. Youve no proper pride or lady-like spirit in you. Why, the fellow himself had better feelings on the subject than you had, and was ashamed of himself for having taken us in so very disgracefully.
He was not, Gwen answered stoutly. He was ashamed of you, papa, for not being able to recognise an artist and a gentleman even when you see him.
The colonels face grew black with wrath, and he was just going to make some angry rejoinder, when Colins arrival suddenly checked his further colloquy.
The young mans cheeks were still hot and red, but he entered the carriage with composure and dignity, and took his place once more in solemn silence. After a minute he spoke in a low voice to the colonel: Ive been looking along the train, sir, he said, to see if I could find myself a seat anywhere, but I cant discover one. I think you would have felt more comfortable if I could have left you, and I dont wish to stay anywhere, even in a public conveyance, where my society is not welcome. However, theres no help for it, so I must stop here till we reach Turin, when some of the other passengers will no doubt be getting out. I shall not molest you further, and I regret exceedingly that in temporary forgetfulness of my situation I should have been tempted into seeming to thrust my acquaintance unsolicited upon you.
The colonel, misunderstanding this proud apology, muttered half-audibly to himself: Very right and proper of the young man, of course. Hes sorry he so far forgot his natural station as to enter into conversation with his superiors. Very right and proper of him, under the circumstances, certainly, though he ought never to have presumed to speak to us at all in the first instance.
Gwen bit her lip hard, and tried to turn away her burning face, now as red almost as Colins; but she said nothing.
That evening, about twelve, as they were well on the way to the Mont Cenis, and Colin was dozing as best he might in his own corner, he suddenly felt a little piece of pasteboard thrust quietly into his half-closed right hand. He looked up with a start. The colonel was snoring peacefully, and it was Miss Gwens fingers that had pushed the card into his hollow hand. He glanced at it casually by the dim light of the lamp. It contained only a few words. The engraved part ran thus: Miss Gwen Howard-Russell, Denhurst. Underneath, in pencil, was a brief note Excuse my fathers rudeness. I shall come to see your studio at Rome. G. H. R.
Minna was the prettiest girl Colin Churchill had ever seen; but Miss Howard-Bussell had exquisitely regular features, and when her big eyes met his for one flash that moment, they somehow seemed to thrill his nature through and through with a sort of sudden mesmeric influence.
CHAPTER XVIII. HIRAM IN WONDERLAND
Just a week after Colin Churchill reached Rome, three passengers by an American steamer stood in the big gaudy refreshment-room at Lime Street Station, Liverpool, waiting for the hour for the up express to start for London.
Wed better have a little lunch before we get off, St in Churchill said to his two companions, Dont you think so, Mr. Audouin?
Audouin nodded. For my part, he said, I shall have a Bath bun and a glass of ale. They remind one so delightfully of England, Will you give me a glass of bitter, please.
Hiram drew back a little in surprise. He gazed at the gorgeous young lady who pulled the handle of the beer-engine (of course he had never seen a woman serving drink before), and then he glanced inquiringly at Sam Churchill. Do tell me, he whispered in an awe-struck undertone; is that a barmaid? Sam hardly took in the point of the question for the moment, it seemed so natural to him to see a girl drawing beer at an English refreshment-room, though in the land of his adoption that function is always performed by a male attendant, known as a saloon-keeper; but he answered unconcernedly: Well, yes, shes about that, I reckon, though I dare say she wouldnt admire at you to call her so. Hiram looked with all his eyes agog upon the gorgeous young lady. Well, he said slowly, half to himself, thats just charming. A barmaid! Why its exactly the same as if it were in Tom Jones or Roderick Random.