Chapter Three.
Introduces a few more Characters and Homely Incidents
It was late when our hero entered the little town of St. Just, and inquired for the residence of his uncle, Thomas Donnithorne. He was directed to one of the most respectable of the group of old houses that stood close to the venerable parish church from which St. Just derives its title of Church-town.
He tapped at the door, which was opened by an elderly female.
Does Mr Thomas Donnithorne live here? asked Oliver.
Iss, sur, he do, answered the woman; walk in, sur.
She ushered him into a small parlour, in which was seated a pretty, little, dark-eyed, rosy-cheeked girl, still in, or only just out of, her teens. Oliver was so taken aback by the unexpected sight that he stood gazing for a moment or two in rather stupid silence.
Your name is Oliver Trembath, I presume, said the girl, rising and laying down the piece of needlework with which she was occupied.
It is, replied Oliver, in some surprise, as he blundered out an apology for his rudeness.
Pray sit down, sir, said the girl; we have been expecting you for some time, and my uncle told me to act the part of hostess till his return.
Your uncle! exclaimed Oliver, whose self-possession, not to say impudence, returned immediately; if Thomas Donnithorne be indeed your uncle, then, fair maid, you and I must needs be cousins, the which, I confess, fills me with satisfaction and also with somewhat of surprise, for up to this hour I have been ignorant of my good fortune in being related to soso
I made a mistake, sir, said the girl, interrupting a speech which was evidently verging towards impropriety, in calling Mr Donnithorne uncle to you, who are not aware, it seems, that I am only an adopted niece.
Not aware of it! Of course not, said Oliver, throwing himself into a large armchair, while his fair companion busied herself in spreading the board for a substantial meal. I could not be aware of much that has occurred in this distant part of the kingdom, seeing that my worthy uncle has vouchsafed to write me only two letters in the course of my life; once, many years ago, to condole with mein about ten lines, address and signature includedon the death of my dear mother; and once again to tell me he had procured an appointment for me as assistant-surgeon in the mining district of St. Just. He must have been equally uncommunicative to my mother, for she never mentioned your existence. However, since I have now made the agreeable discovery, I trust that you will dispense with ceremony, and allow me at once to call you cousin. By the way, you have not yet told me your name.
The maiden, who was charmingly unsophisticated, replied that her name was Rose Ellis, and that she had no objection whatever to being called cousin without delay.
Well, cousin Rose, said Oliver, if it be not prying into secrets, I should like to know how long it is since my uncle adopted you.
About nineteen years ago, replied Rose.
Oh! said Oliver remonstratively, before you were born? impossible!
Rose laugheda short, clear, little laugh which she nipped in the bud abruptly, and replied
Well, it was only a short time after I was born. I was wrecked on this coastthe expressive face here became very graveand all on board our ship perished except myself.
Oliver saw at once that he had touched on a tender subject, and hastened to change it by asking a number of questions about his uncle, from which he gradually diverged to the recent events in his own history, which he began to relate with much animation. His companion was greatly interested and amused. She laughed often and heartily in a melodious undertone, and Oliver liked her laugh, for it was peculiar, and had the effect of displaying a double row of pretty little teeth, and of almost entirely shutting up her eyes. She seemed to enjoy a laugh so much that he exerted all his powers to tickle her risible faculties, and dwelt long and graphically on his meeting with the irascible old gentleman in the lane. He was still busy with this part of the discourse when a heavy step was heard outside.
Theres my uncle, exclaimed Rose, springing up.
A moment after the door opened, and in walked the identical irascible old gentleman himself!
If a petrified impersonation of astonishment had been a possibility, Oliver Trembath would, on that occasion, have presented the phenomenon. He sat, or rather lay, extended for at least half a minute with his eyes wide and his mouth partly open, bereft alike of the powers of speech and motion.
Heyday, young man! exclaimed the old gentleman, planting his sturdy frame in the middle of the floor as if he meant then and there to demand and exact an ample apology, or to inflict condign and terrible chastisement, for past misdeeds; you appear to be making yourself quite at homeeh?
My dear sir! exclaimed Oliver, leaping up with a look of dismay; how can I express mymybut is it, can it be possible that you are Mr Donnithornemmyuncle?
Olivers expression, and the look of amazement on the countenance of Rose Ellis, who could not account for such a strange reception of her newly-found cousin, proved almost too much for the old gentleman, whose eyes had already begun to twinkle.
Ay, young man, I am Tom Donnithorne, your uncle, the vile, old, smuggling, brandy-loving rascal, who met his respectful nephew on the road to St. Justat this point Rose suddenly pressed her hand over her mouth, darted to her own apartment in a distant corner of the house, and there, seated on her little bed, went into what is not inaptly styled fits of laughterand who now, continued the old gentleman, relaxing into a genial smile, and grasping his nephews hand, welcomes Oliver Trembath to his house, with all his heart and soul; there, who will say after that, that old Donnithorne does not know how to return good for evil?
But, my dear uncle, began Oliver, allow me to explain
Now, now, look at thatkept me hours too late for supper already, and hes going to take up more time with explanations, cried the old gentleman, flinging himself on the chair from which Oliver had risen, and wiping his bald pate with a red silk handkerchief. What can you explain, boy, except that you met an angry old fellow in a lane who called your uncle such hard names that you couldnt help giving him a bit of your mindthere, there, sit down, sit down.Hallo! he shouted, starting up impulsively and thrusting his head into the passage, Rose, Rose, I say, where are you?hallo!
Coming, uncleIm here.
The words came back like an echo, and in another minute Rose appeared with a much-flushed countenance.
Come along, lass, lets have supper without delay. Where is aunty? Rout her out, and tell that jade of a cook that if she dont dish up in five minutes IllIll. Well, Oliver, talking of explanations, how comes it that you are so late?
Because I took the wrong road after leaving you in the lane, replied the youth, with a significant glance at his uncle, whose eyes were at the moment fixed gravely on the ground.
The wrong roadeh? said Mr Donnithorne, looking up with a sly glance, and then laughing. Well, well, it was only quid pro quo, boy; you put a good deal of unnecessary earth and stones over my head, so I thought it was but fair that I should put a good deal more of the same under your feet, besides giving you the advantage of seeing the Lands End, which, of course, every youth of intelligence must take a deep interest in beholding. But, sure, a walk thither, and thence to St. Just, could not have detained you so long?