Nor did the time pass unpleasantly to himself. He had got a notion, in
direct opposition to generally received opinions, that nature was to
be found only in the highest and in the lowest classes--more
especially, indeed, in the highest, because the persons of which it is
constituted have little inducement to conceal their feelings or
thoughts, and certainly no wish to affect the manners of any other
caste. Nature, however, as modified by the education of the lower
classes, was more interesting to him, from being less frequently
before his eyes; and though he certainly liked the nature of his own
rank best, yet he was not sorry occasionally to observe the other a
little nearer. Thus the time wore imperceptibly away; and the more
tranquil passing of the night was only interrupted by the smuggler's
son showing his father a powder-flask which, he said, one of the
gentlemen had dropped upon the beach that morning. Beauchamp took it
carelessly in his hand, and returned it without observation; but a
single glance had shown him that it was one which, from some fault in
its construction, he had given to his servant, Harding, a few days
before. The sight, though it but confirmed former suspicions, threw
him into a fit of musing for several minutes; but he shook it off as
fast as possible, and soon resumed the easy tone in which he had been
previously conversing.
The next morning he awoke earlier than the day before, but he found,
from the smuggler's son, that the old man, true to his word, had
already set out to procure a post-chaise for him from the nearest
town. Many an hour passed by, however, without his return, and it was
again nearly four o'clock ere Beauchamp, whose sole amusement had been
looking out upon the ever varying sea, beheld him walking sturdily
along over the high grounds to the west. He was soon down the little
path, and into the house; but Beauchamp remarked that he paused not
below, as he naturally might have done, to speak with his wife, but,
on the contrary, with a hurried pace, proceeded straight up-stairs,
and entered the stranger's room at once. He was far too much agitated
to think of ceremonies; and, leaning on the table, without taking off
his hat, he stood before Beauchamp, pale, trembling, and out of
breath, for several moments, before he could utter a word.
"Oh, your honor!" he cried at length; "Oh, your honor! I hope to God
you will stand my friend; for this is a horrible business I have got
into, and, without help, I shall sink, that's certain!"
"What is the matter! What has happened!" demanded Beauchamp eagerly;
but then, seeing the fearful state of agitation which shook the old
man's powerful frame, he added, "Calm yourself! Calm yourself, Small!
You have done nothing that I know of that can injure you! Let me hear
what it is alarms you!"
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