I can only say that I am heartily rejoiced, said Mrs. Woodford.
So Peregrine was summoned, and shambled up, his eyes showing that he expected a trying interview, and, moreover, with a certain twinkle of mischief or perverseness in their corners.
Soh! my lad, we ought to be better acquainted, said the uncle. Dye know what our name means?
Peregrinus, a vagabond, responded the boy.
Eh! The translation may be correct, but tis scarce the most complimentary. I wonder now if you, like me, were born on a Wednesday. Wednesdays child has far to go.
No. I was born on a Sunday, and if to see goblins and oafs
Nay, I read it, Sundays child is full of grace.
Peregrines mouth twitched ironically, but his uncle continued, Look you, my boy, what say you to fulfilling the augury of your name with me. His Majesty has ordered me off again to represent the British name to the Elector of Brandenburg, and I have a mind to carry you with me. What do you say?
If any one expected Peregrine to be overjoyed his demeanour was disappointing. He shuffled with his feet, and after two or three Ehs? from his uncle, he mumbled, I dont care, and then shrank together, as one prepared for the stripe with the riding-whip which such a rude answer merited: but his uncle had, as a diplomate, learnt a good deal of patience, and he said, Ha! dont care to leave home and brothers. Eh?
Peregrines chin went down, and there was no answer; his hair dropped over his heavy brow.
See, boy, this is no jest, said his uncle. You are too big to be told that Ill put you into my pocket and carry you off. I am in earnest.
Peregrine looked up, and with one sudden flash surveyed his uncle. His lips trembled, but he did not speak.
It is sudden, said the knight to the other two. See, boy, I am not about to take you away with me now. In a week or ten days time I start for London; and there we will fit you out for Königsberg or Berlin, and I trust we shall make a man of you, and a good man. Your tutor tells me you have excellent parts, and I mean that you shall do me credit.
Dr. Woodford could not help telling the lad that he ought to thank his uncle, whereat he scowled; but Sir Peregrine said, He is not ready for that yet. Wait till he feels he has something to thank me for.
So Peregrine was dismissed, and his friends exclaimed with some wonder and annoyance that the boy who had been willing to be decapitated to put an end to his wretchedness, should be so reluctant to accept such an offer, but Sir Peregrine only laughed, and said
The lad has pith in him! I like him better than if he came like a spaniel to my foot. But I will say no more till I fully have my brothers consent. No one knows what crooks there may be in folks minds.
He took his leave, and presently Mrs. Woodford had a fresh surprise. She found this strange boy lying flat on the grass, sobbing as if his heart would break, and when she tried to soothe and comfort him it was very hard to get a word from him; but at last, as she asked, And does it grieve you so much to leave home? the answer was
No, no! not home!
What is it, then? What are you sorry to leave?
Oh, you dont know! you and Annethe only ones that ever were good to meand drove awayit.
Nay, my dear boy. Your uncle means to be good to you.
No, no. No one ever will be like you and Anne. Oh, let me stay with you, or they will have me at last!
He was too much shaken, in his still half-recovered state, by the events of these last days, to be reasoned with. Mrs. Woodford was afraid he would work himself into delirium, and could only soothe him into a calmer state. She found from Anne that the children had some vague hopes of his being allowed to remain at Portchester, and that this was the ground of his disappointment, since he seemed to be attaching himself to them as the first who had ever touched his heart or opened to him a gleam of better things.
By the next day, however, he was in a quieter and more reasonable state, and Mrs. Woodford was able to have a long talk with him. She represented that the difference of opinions made it almost certain that his father would never consent to his remaining under her roof, and that even if this were possible, Portchester was far too much infected with the folly from which he had suffered so much; and his uncle would take care that no one he would meet should ever hear of it.
Theres little good in that, said the boy moodily. Im a thing theyll jibe at and bait any way.
I do not see that, if you take pains with yourself. Your uncle said you showed blood and breeding, and when you are better dressed, and with him, no one will dare to mock his Excellencys nephew. Depend upon it, Peregrine, this is the fresh start that you need.
If you were there
My boy, you must not ask for what is impossible. You must learn to conquer in Gods strength, not mine.
All, however, that passed may not here be narrated, and it apparently left that wayward spirit unconvinced. Nevertheless, when on the second day Major Oakshott himself came over with his brother, and informed Peregrine that his uncle was good enough to undertake the charge of him, and to see that he was bred up in godly ways in a Protestant land, free from prelacy and superstition, the boy seemed reconciled to his fate. Major Oakshott spoke more kindly than usual to him, being free from fresh irritation at his misdemeanours; but even thus there was a contrast with the gentler, more persuasive tones of the diplomatist, and no doubt this tended to increase Peregrines willingness to be thus handed over.
The next question was whether he should go home first, but both the uncle and the friends were averse to his remaining there, amid the unavoidable gossip and chatter of the household, and it was therefore decided that he should only ride over with Dr. Woodford for an hour or two to take leave of his mother and brothers.
This settled, Mrs. Woodford found him much easier to deal with. He had really, through his midnight invocation of the fairies, obtained an opening into a new world, and he was ready to believe that with no one to twit him with being a changeling or worse, he could avoid perpetual disgrace and punishment and live at peace. Nor was he unwilling to promise Mrs. Woodford to say daily, and especially when tempted, one or two brief collects and ejaculations which she selected to teach him, as being as unlike as possible to the long extempore exercises which had made him hate the very name of prayer. The Doctor gave him a Greek Testament, as being least connected with unpleasant recollections.
And, entreated Peregrine humbly, in a low voice to Mrs. Woodford on his last Sunday evening, may I not have something of yours, to lay hold of, and remember you ifwhenthe evil spirit tries to lay hold of me again?
She would fain have given him a prayer-book, but she knew that would be treason to his father, and with tears in her eyes and something of a pang, she gave him a tiny miniature of herself, which had been her husbands companion at sea, and hung it round his neck with the chain of her own hair that had always held it.
It will always keep my heart warm, said Peregrine, as he hid it under his vest. There was a shade of disappointment on Annes face when he showed it to her, for she had almost deemed it her own.
Never mind, Anne, he said; I am coming back a knight like my uncle to marry you, and then it will be yours again.