Such were the locksmith"s thoughts when first seated in the snug corner, and slowly recovering from a pleasant defect of vision-pleasant, because occasioned by the wind blowing in his eyes--which made it a matter of sound policy and duty to himself, that he should take refuge from the weather, and tempted him, for the same reason, to aggravate a slight cough, and declare he felt but poorly. Such were still his thoughts more than a full hour afterwards, when, supper over, he still sat with shining jovial face in the same warm nook, listening to the cricket-like chirrup of little Solomon Daisy, and bearing no unimportant or slightly respected part in the social gossip round the Maypole fire.
"I wish he may be an honest man, that"s all," said Solomon, winding up a variety of speculations relative to the stranger, concerning whom Gabriel had compared notes with the company, and so raised a grave discussion; "I wish he may be an honest man."
"So we all do, I suppose, don"t we?" observed the locksmith.
"I don"t," said Joe.
"No!" cried Gabriel.
"No. He struck me with his whip, the coward, when he was mounted and I afoot, and I should be better pleased that he turned out what I think him."
"And what may that be, Joe?"
"No good, Mr Varden. You may shake your head, father, but I say no good, and will say no good, and I would say no good a hundred times over, if that would bring him back to have the drubbing he deserves."
"Hold your tongue, sir," said John Willet.
"I won"t, father. It"s all along of you that he ventured to do what he did. Seeing me treated like a child, and put down like a fool, HE plucks up a heart and has a fling at a fellow that he thinks--and may well think too--hasn"t a grain of spirit. But he"s mistaken, as I"ll show him, and as I"ll show all of you before long."
"Does the boy know what he"s a saying of!" cried the astonished John Willet.
"Father," returned Joe, "I know what I say and mean, well--better than you do when you hear me. I can bear with you, but I cannot bear the contempt that your treating me in the way you do, brings upon me from others every day. Look at other young men of my age.
Have they no liberty, no will, no right to speak? Are they obliged to sit mumchance, and to be ordered about till they are the laughing-stock of young and old? I am a bye-word all over Chigwell, and I say--and it"s fairer my saying so now, than waiting till you are dead, and I have got your money--I say, that before long I shall be driven to break such bounds, and that when I do, it won"t be me that you"ll have to blame, but your own self, and no other."
John Willet was so amazed by the exasperation and boldness of his hopeful son, that he sat as one bewildered, staring in a ludicrous manner at the boiler, and endeavouring, but quite ineffectually, to collect his tardy thoughts, and invent an answer. The guests, scarcely less disturbed, were equally at a loss; and at length, with a variety of muttered, half-expressed condolences, and pieces of advice, rose to depart; being at the same time slightly muddled with liquor.
The honest locksmith alone addressed a few words of coherent and sensible advice to both parties, urging John Willet to remember that Joe was nearly arrived at man"s estate, and should not be ruled with too tight a hand, and exhorting Joe himself to bear with his father"s caprices, and rather endeavour to turn them aside by temperate remonstrance than by ill-timed rebellion. This advice was received as such advice usually is. On John Willet it made almost as much impression as on the sign outside the door, while Joe, who took it in the best part, avowed himself more obliged than he could well express, but politely intimated his intention nevertheless of taking his own course uninfluenced by anybody.
"You have always been a very good friend to me, Mr Varden," he said, as they stood without, in the porch, and the locksmith was equipping himself for his journey home; "I take it very kind of you to say all this, but the time"s nearly come when the Maypole and I must part company."
"Roving stones gather no moss, Joe," said Gabriel.
"Nor milestones much," replied Joe. "I"m little better than one here, and see as much of the world."
"Then, what would you do, Joe?" pursued the locksmith, stroking his chin reflectively. "What could you be? Where could you go, you see?"
"I must trust to chance, Mr Varden."
"A bad thing to trust to, Joe. I don"t like it. I always tell my girl when we talk about a husband for her, never to trust to chance, but to make sure beforehand that she has a good man and true, and then chance will neither make her nor break her. What are you fidgeting about there, Joe? Nothing gone in the harness, I hope?"
"No no," said Joe--finding, however, something very engrossing to do in the way of strapping and buckling--"Miss Dolly quite well?"
"Hearty, thankye. She looks pretty enough to be well, and good too."
"She"s always both, sir"-"So she is, thank God!"
"I hope," said Joe after some hesitation, "that you won"t tell this story against me--this of my having been beat like the boy they"d make of me--at all events, till I have met this man again and settled the account. It"ll be a better story then."
"Why who should I tell it to?" returned Gabriel. "They know it here, and I"m not likely to come across anybody else who would care about it."
"That"s true enough," said the young fellow with a sigh. "I quite forgot that. Yes, that"s true!"
So saying, he raised his face, which was very red,--no doubt from the exertion of strapping and buckling as aforesaid,--and giving the reins to the old man, who had by this time taken his seat, sighed again and bade him good night.
"Good night!" cried Gabriel. "Now think better of what we have just been speaking of; and don"t be rash, there"s a good fellow! I have an interest in you, and wouldn"t have you cast yourself away. Good night!"
Returning his cheery farewell with cordial goodwill, Joe Willet lingered until the sound of wheels ceased to vibrate in his ears, and then, shaking his head mournfully, re-entered the house.
