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。