首页 >出版文学> Tom Brown’s Schooldays>第31章
  Astheboysturnedtoleavetheroom,thematrontouchedTom’sarm,andsaid,“MasterBrown,pleasestopaminute;Iwanttospeaktoyou。“
  “Verywell,Mary。I’llcomeinaminute,East。Don’tfinishthepickles。“
  “OMasterBrown,“wentonthelittlematron,whentheresthadgone,“you’retohaveGray’sstudy,Mrs。Arnoldsays。Andshewantsyoutotakeinthisyounggentleman。He’sanewboy,andthirteenyearsoldthoughhedon’tlookit。He’sverydelicate,andhasneverbeenfromhomebefore。AndItoldMrs。ArnoldI
  thoughtyou’dbekindtohim,andseethattheydon’tbullyhimatfirst。He’sputintoyourform,andI’vegivenhimthebednexttoyoursinNumber4;soEastcan’tsleeptherethishalf。“
  Tomwasratherputaboutbythisspeech。Hehadgotthedoublestudywhichhecoveted,butherewereconditionsattachedwhichgreatlymoderatedhisjoy。Helookedacrosstheroom,andinthefarcornerofthesofawasawareofaslight,paleboy,withlargeblueeyesandlightfairhair,whoseemedreadytoshrinkthroughthefloor。Hesawataglancethatthelittlestrangerwasjusttheboywhosefirsthalf-yearatapublicschoolwouldbemiserytohimselfifhewereleftalone,orconstantanxietytoanyonewhomeanttoseehimthroughhistroubles。Tomwastoohonesttotakeintheyoungster,andthenlethimshiftforhimself;andifhetookhimashischuminsteadofEast,wherewereallhispetplansofhavingabottled-beercellarunderhiswindow,andmakingnight-linesandslings,andplottingexpeditionstoBrownsoverMillsandCaldecott’sSpinney?Eastandhehadmadeuptheirmindstogetthisstudy,andtheneverynightfromlocking-uptilltentheywouldbetogethertotalkaboutfishing,drinkbottled-beer,readMarryat’snovels,andsortbirds’eggs。Andthisnewboywouldmostlikelynevergooutoftheclose,andwouldbeafraidofwetfeet,andalwaysgettinglaughedat,andcalledMolly,orJenny,orsomederogatoryfemininenickname。
  Thematronwatchedhimforamoment,andsawwhatwaspassinginhismind,andso,likeawisenegotiator,threwinanappealtohiswarmheart。“Poorlittlefellow,“saidshe,inalmostawhisper;“hisfather’sdead,andhe’sgotnobrothers。Andhismamma——suchakind,sweetlady——almostbrokeherheartatleavinghimthismorning;andshesaidoneofhissisterswasliketodieofdecline,andso——“
  “Well,well,“burstinTom,withsomethinglikeasighattheeffort,“IsupposeImustgiveupEast——Comealong,youngun。
  What’syourname?We’llgoandhavesomesupper,andthenI’llshowyouourstudy。“
  “Hisname’sGeorgeArthur,“saidthematron,walkinguptohimwithTom,whograspedhislittledelicatehandastheproperpreliminarytomakingachumofhim,andfeltasifhecouldhaveblownhimaway。“I’vehadhisbooksandthingsputintothestudy,whichhismammahashadnewpapered,andthesofacovered,andnewgreen-baizecurtainsoverthedoor“thediplomaticmatronthrewthisin,toshowthatthenewboywascontributinglargelytothepartnershipcomforts。“AndMrs。
  Arnoldtoldmetosay,“sheadded,“thatsheshouldlikeyoubothtocomeuptoteawithher。Youknowtheway,MasterBrown,andthethingsarejustgoneup,Iknow。“
  HerewasanannouncementforMasterTom!Hewastogouptoteathefirstnight,justasifhewereasixthorfifthformboy,andofimportanceintheSchoolworld,insteadofthemostrecklessyoungscapegraceamongstthefags。Hefelthimselfliftedontoahighersocialandmoralplatformatonce。
  Neverthelesshecouldn’tgiveupwithoutasightheideaofthejollysupperinthehousekeeper’sroomwithEastandtherest,andarushroundtoallthestudiesofhisfriendsafterwards,topouroutthedeedsandwondersoftheholidays,toplotfiftyplansforthecominghalf-year,andtogathernewsofwhohadleftandwhatnewboyshadcome,whohadgotwho’sstudy,andwherethenewprepostorsslept。However,Tomconsoledhimselfwiththinkingthathecouldn’thavedoneallthiswiththenewboyathisheels,andsomarchedoffalongthepassagestotheDoctor’sprivatehousewithhisyoungchargeintow,inmonstrousgood-humourwithhimselfandalltheworld。
  Itisneedless,andwouldbeimpertinent,totellhowthetwoyoungboyswerereceivedinthatdrawing-room。Theladywhopresidedthereisstillliving,andhascarriedwithhertoherpeacefulhomeinthenorththerespectandloveofallthosewhoeverfeltandsharedthatgentleandhigh-bredhospitality。Ay,manyisthebraveheart,nowdoingitsworkandbearingitsloadincountrycuracies,Londonchambers,undertheIndiansun,andinAustraliantownsandclearings,whichlooksbackwithfondandgratefulmemorytothatSchool-housedrawing-room,anddatesmuchofitshighestandbesttrainingtothelessonslearntthere。
  BesidesMrs。Arnoldandoneortwooftheelderchildren,therewereoneoftheyoungermasters,youngBrookewhowasnowinthesixth,andhadsucceededtohisbrother’spositionandinfluence,andanothersixth-formboy,talkingtogetherbeforethefire。ThemasterandyoungBrooke,nowagreatstrappingfellowsixfeethigh,eighteenyearsold,andpowerfulasacoal-heaver,noddedkindlytoTom,tohisintenseglory,andthenwentontalking。Theotherdidnotnoticethem。Thehostess,afterafewkindwords,whichledtheboysatonceandinsensiblytofeelattheireaseandtobegintalkingtooneanother,leftthemwithherownchildrenwhileshefinishedaletter。Theyoungonesgotonfastandwell,Tomholdingforthaboutaprodigiousponyhehadbeenridingouthunting,andhearingstoriesofthewintergloriesofthelakes,whenteacamein,andimmediatelyaftertheDoctorhimself。
  Howfrank,andkind,andmanlywashisgreetingtothepartybythefire!ItdidTom’sheartgoodtoseehimandyoungBrookeshakehands,andlookoneanotherintheface;andhedidn’tfailtoremarkthatBrookewasnearlyastallandquiteasbroadastheDoctor。Andhiscupwasfullwheninanothermomenthismasterturnedtohimwithanotherwarmshakeofthehand,and,seeminglyobliviousofallthelatescrapeswhichhehadbeengettinginto,said,“Ah,Brown,youhere!Ihopeyouleftyourfatherandallwellathome?“
  “Yes,sir,quitewell。“
  “Andthisisthelittlefellowwhoistoshareyourstudy。
  Well,hedoesn’tlookasweshouldliketoseehim。HewantssomeRugbyair,andcricket。Andyoumusttakehimsomegoodlongwalks,toBiltonGrange,andCaldecott’sSpinney,andshowhimwhatalittleprettycountrywehaveabouthere。“
  TomwonderediftheDoctorknewthathisvisitstoBiltonGrangewereforthepurposeoftakingrooks’nestsaproceedingstronglydiscountenancedbytheownerthereof,andthosetoCaldecott’sSpinneywerepromptedchieflybytheconveniencesforsettingnight-lines。Whatdidn’ttheDoctorknow?Andwhatanobleusehealwaysmadeofit!Healmostresolvedtoabjurerook-piesandnight-linesforever。Theteawentmerrilyoff,theDoctornowtalkingofholidaydoings,andthenoftheprospectsofthehalf-year——whatchancetherewasfortheBalliolscholarship,whethertheelevenwouldbeagoodone。
  Everybodywasathisease,andeverybodyfeltthathe,youngashemightbe,wasofsomeuseinthelittleSchoolworld,andhadaworktodothere。
  SoonafterteatheDoctorwentofftohisstudy,andtheyoungboysafewminutesafterwardstooktheirleaveandwentoutoftheprivatedoorwhichledfromtheDoctor’shouseintothemiddlepassage。
  Atthefire,atthefartherendofthepassage,wasacrowdofboysinloudtalkandlaughter。Therewasasuddenpausewhenthedooropened,andthenagreatshoutofgreeting,asTomwasrecognizedmarchingdownthepassage。
  “Hullo,Brown!wheredoyoucomefrom?“
  “Oh,I’vebeentoteawiththeDoctor,“saysTom,withgreatdignity。
  “Myeye!“criedEast,“Oh!sothat’swhyMarycalledyouback,andyoudidn’tcometosupper。Youlostsomething。Thatbeefandpickleswasnoendgood。“
  “Isay,youngfellow,“criedHall,detectingArthurandcatchinghimbythecollar,“what’syourname?Wheredoyoucomefrom?
  Howoldareyou?“
  TomsawArthurshrinkbackandlookscaredasallthegroupturnedtohim,butthoughtitbesttolethimanswer,juststandingbyhissidetosupportincaseofneed。
  “Arthur,sir。IcomefromDevonshire。“
  “Don’tcallme’sir,’youyoungmuff。Howoldareyou?“
  “Thirteen。“
  “Canyousing?“
  Thepoorboywastremblingandhesitating。Tomstruckin——“Youbehanged,Tadpole。He’llhavetosing,whetherhecanornot,Saturdaytwelveweeks,andthat’slongenoughoffyet。“
  “Doyouknowhimathome,Brown?“
  “No;buthe’smychuminGray’soldstudy,andit’snearprayer-
  time,andIhaven’thadalookatityet——Comealong,Arthur。“
  Awaywentthetwo,Tomlongingtogethischargesafeundercover,wherehemightadvisehimonhisdeportment。
  “WhataqueerchumforTomBrown,“wasthecommentatthefire;
  anditmustbeconfessedsothoughtTomhimself,ashelightedhiscandle,andsurveyedthenewgreen-baizecurtainsandthecarpetandsofawithmuchsatisfaction。
  “Isay,Arthur,whatabrickyourmotheristomakeussocozy!
  Butlookherenow;youmustanswerstraightupwhenthefellowsspeaktoyou,anddon’tbeafraid。Ifyou’reafraid,you’llgetbullied。Anddon’tyousayyoucansing;anddon’tyouevertalkabouthome,oryourmotherandsisters。“
  PoorlittleArthurlookedreadytocry。
  “But,please,“saidhe,“mayn’tItalkabout——abouthometoyou?“
  “Ohyes;Ilikeit。Butdon’ttalktoboysyoudon’tknow,orthey’llcallyouhome-sick,ormamma’sdarling,orsomesuchstuff。Whatajollydesk!Isthatyours?Andwhatstunningbinding!Why,yourschool-bookslooklikenovels。“
  AndTomwassoondeepinArthur’sgoodsandchattels,allnew,andgoodenoughforafifth-formboy,andhardlythoughtofhisfriendsoutsidetilltheprayer-bellrang。