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To do him justice, he was in one thing a true nobleman, for he was above all pride; as are most men of rank, who know what their own rank means. It is only the upstart, unaccustomed to his new eminence, who stands on his dignity, and "asserts his power." So Scoutbush begged humbly of Thurnall only to tell him what he could do. "You might use your moral influence, my lord."
Just of Penalva did grant privileges hard to spell, and harder to understand, on the condition of receiving, whensoever he should land at the quay head, three brass farthings from the "free fishermen of Aberalva." Scoutbush shakes hands with curate, Lieutenant, Tardrew, churchwardens; and then come forward the three farthings, in an ancient leather purse.
"Cold boggy stewponds in the garden, such as our ancestors loved, damming up the stream. They must needs have fish in Lent, we know; and paid the penalty of it by ague and fever." "Stewponds damming up the stream? Scoutbush ought to drain them instantly!" said the Major, half to himself. "But still the house lies high with regard to the town, I mean. No chance of malaria coming up?"
Even the inhabitants of the half-a-dozen cottages, which Scoutbush, finding that they were in his own hands, whitewashed by main force, filled the town with lamentations over his lordship's tyranny.
And tearing off a green bough, the wretched man rushed into the river, beating wildly right and left at his fancied tormentors. "What is it?" cry Campbell and Scoutbush, who have run up breathless. "Delirium tremens. Campbell, get home as fast as you can, and send me up a bottle of morphine. Peter, take the hounds home. I must go after him."
A half-hour's walk round would convince you, sir; I only wish that you could persuade his lordship to accompany you." "Scoutbush? Of course he will, he shall, he must. Good heavens! whose concern is it more than his? You think, then, that there is a chance of staving it off by cleansing, I mean?" "If we have heavy rains during the next week or two, yes.
Lord Scoutbush was too busy with his own comforts, especially with his fishing, to think much of this moroseness of Elsley's. "If he suited Lucia, very well. His taste and hers differed: but it was her concern, not his" was a very easy way of freeing himself from all anxiety on the matter: but not so with Major Campbell.
So, at least, said Scoutbush to himself, when his visitor had departed. "He's just like a page out of Sponge's Tour, though he's not half as good a fellow as Sponge himself; for Sponge knew he was a snob, and lived up to his calling honestly: but this fellow wants all the while to play at being a gentleman; and Ugh! how the fellow smelt of brandy, and worse!
"Ah!" quoth Scoutbush, in a tone meant to be reassuring; "it is quite proper in you to say so. What eyes she has! and what hair! and what hands, too!" And Scoutbush stopped. It was a quaint errand enough; and besides, as he told Mellot frankly, "I could think of nothing but those wonderful eyes of hers, and how like they were to La Signora's." Grace had been looking at the ground all the while.
Tom was sent for; and Scoutbush found, to his horror, that what little he could have ever done ought to have been done three months ago, with Lord Minchampstead's improvements at Pentremochyn. The little man walked up and down, and wrung his hands. But cursing leaves him, as it leaves other men, very much where he had started.
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