Comethup, at that change in the old woman's voice, had unconsciously
moved his hand along the table nearer toward her; she must have been
aware of the movement, for she dropped her own unerringly upon it.
"And even here, you see," she went on, "the Lord was good to me; I
found this baby. I tried to find one before, but, oh! that boy! I
sha'n't forget it in a hurry. He'll do big things, I don't doubt;
there's no knowing what he will do; but he was too much for me. It's
all surface--surface there; I suppose he can't help it, but it's all
sparkle and dash and nothing else. This chap's different, I think."
"I know it," said the captain.
"You're rather fond of the boy, aren't you?" she asked.
"We're very good friends," said the captain, with a smile at Comethup.
"I was a lonely old man before he came; I suppose I shall be a lonely
old man again. But I'm not--not such a curmudgeon that I can't be glad
at his good fortune."
"Well spoken, well spoken," cried Miss Carlaw, rapping her knuckles on
the table. "And you mustn't think you're losing the boy; I'll trot him
down here to see you as often as I can spare him. And you must come up
and pay me a visit in London; we'll always be glad to see you."
Comethup's face brightened, and the captain thanked Miss Carlaw
cordially. She gave the old soldier permission to smoke, and signed to
Comethup to produce a box of cigars, the best the inn could afford,
from the side-board.
"You must forget my sex, you know, captain," she said, "and look upon
me as a host rather than a hostess. I should probably smoke myself if
it weren't that I'm afraid that I might startle this baby. Oh, I'm
going to make a man of him, captain; I'm going to make a devilish fine
man of him. And, by the Lord! I think he shall be a soldier."
The captain beamed upon her; saw in this the opportunity for the
gratification of those desires he had had, but which he had seen
so little prospect of carrying into effect. With the delighted boy
sitting between them, they began eagerly to build plans for his future,
until, before the captain took his leave, Comethup had grown, in their
loving imagination, into a giant of six feet five at least, and was
a guardsman in a shining helmet and with a long, drooping mustache.
Finally, when the moment for parting came, this extraordinary old woman
started up and insisted on the three of them joining hands and singing
"For Auld Lang Syne" until the tears stood in Comethup's eyes and he
wanted to embrace both his friends from sheer emotion.
But there was a sadder day to come--a day when the parting was to be in
earnest. Comethup had already said his farewells to Brian, who, indeed,
took the matter light-heartedly enough, and waved aside Comethup's
carefully prepared apology to him for having apparently stepped into
his shoes. Comethup was glad indeed to think that his cousin bore no
resentment toward him.
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