Young Hay and young Pringle appeared again.There was another supper at Windiclaws, another dinner at Driffel; and it resulted in Frank being taken to the bosom of the county people as unreservedly as he had been repudiated by the country folk.He occupied Hermiston after the manner of an invader in a conquered capital.He was perpetually issuing from it, as from a base, to toddy parties, fishing parties, and dinner parties, to which Archie was not invited, or to which Archie would not go.It was now that the name of The Recluse became general for the young man.Some say that Innes invented it; Innes, at least, spread it abroad.
"How's all with your Recluse to-day?" people would ask.
"O, reclusing away!" Innes would declare, with his bright air of saying something witty; and immediately interrupt the general laughter which he had provoked much more by his air than his words, "Mind you, it's all very well laughing, but I'm not very well pleased.Poor Archie is a good fellow, an excellent fellow, a fellow I always liked.I think it small of him to take his little disgrace so hard, and shut himself up.
'Grant that it is a ridiculous story, painfully ridiculous,' I keep telling him.'Be a man! Live it down, man!' But not he.Of course, it's just solitude, and shame, and all that.But I confess I'm beginning to fear the result.It would be all the pities in the world if a really promising fellow like Weir was to end ill.I'm seriously tempted to write to Lord Hermiston, and put it plainly to him.""I would if I were you," some of his auditors would say, shaking the head, sitting bewildered and confused at this new view of the matter, so deftly indicated by a single word."A capital idea!" they would add, and wonder at the APLOMB and position of this young man, who talked as a matter of course of writing to Hermiston and correcting him upon his private affairs.
And Frank would proceed, sweetly confidential: "I'll give you an idea, now.He's actually sore about the way that I'm received and he's left out in the county - actually jealous and sore.I've rallied him and I've reasoned with him, told him that every one was most kindly inclined towards him, told him even that I was received merely because I was his guest.But it's no use.He will neither accept the invitations he gets, nor stop brooding about the ones where he's left out.What I'm afraid of is that the wound's ulcerating.He had always one of those dark, secret, angry natures - a little underhand and plenty of bile -you know the sort.He must have inherited it from the Weirs, whom Isuspect to have been a worthy family of weavers somewhere; what's the cant phrase? - sedentary occupation.It's precisely the kind of character to go wrong in a false position like what his father's made for him, or he's making for himself, whichever you like to call it.And for my part, I think it a disgrace," Frank would say generously.
Presently the sorrow and anxiety of this disinterested friend took shape.He began in private, in conversations of two, to talk vaguely of bad habits and low habits."I must say I'm afraid he's going wrong altogether," he would say."I'll tell you plainly, and between ourselves, I scarcely like to stay there any longer; only, man, I'm positively afraid to leave him alone.You'll see, I shall be blamed for it later on.I'm staying at a great sacrifice.I'm hindering my chances at the Bar, and I can't blind my eyes to it.And what I'm afraid of is that I'm going to get kicked for it all round before all's done.You see, nobody believes in friendship nowadays.""Well, Innes," his interlocutor would reply, "it's very good of you, Imust say that.If there's any blame going, you'll always be sure of MYgood word, for one thing."
"Well," Frank would continue, "candidly, I don't say it's pleasant.He has a very rough way with him; his father's son, you know.I don't say he's rude - of course, I couldn't be expected to stand that - but he steers very near the wind.No, it's not pleasant; but I tell ye, man, in conscience I don't think it would be fair to leave him.Mind you, Idon't say there's anything actually wrong.What I say is that I don't like the looks of it, man!" and he would press the arm of his momentary confidant.
In the early stages I am persuaded there was no malice.He talked but for the pleasure of airing himself.He was essentially glib, as becomes the young advocate, and essentially careless of the truth, which is the mark of the young ass; and so he talked at random.There was no particular bias, but that one which is indigenous and universal, to flatter himself and to please and interest the present friend.And by thus milling air out of his mouth, he had presently built up a presentation of Archie which was known and talked of in all corners of the county.Wherever there was a residential house and a walled garden, wherever there was a dwarfish castle and a park, wherever a quadruple cottage by the ruins of a peel-tower showed an old family going down, and wherever a handsome villa with a carriage approach and a shrubbery marked the coming up of a new one - probably on the wheels of machinery - Archie began to be regarded in the light of a dark, perhaps a vicious mystery, and the future developments of his career to be looked for with uneasiness and confidential whispering.He had done something disgraceful, my dear.What, was not precisely known, and that good kind young man, Mr.Innes, did his best to make light of it.But there it was.And Mr.Innes was very anxious about him now; he was really uneasy, my dear; he was positively wrecking his own prospects because he dared not leave him alone.How wholly we all lie at the mercy of a single prater, not needfully with any malign purpose! And if a man but talks of himself in the right spirit, refers to his virtuous actions by the way, and never applies to them the name of virtue, how easily his evidence is accepted in the court of public opinion!
