Dariel. A romance of Surrey ... With drawings by Chris Hammond

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DARIEL NOVELS BY MR R. D, BLACKMORE. THE MAID OF ski:.-. Cheap Edition. Small crown 8vo,3-_l6_L Wi i it Frontispiece. Large crown 8vo, 6s. \VM. BLACKWOOD ft SONS, Edinburgh and London. LORNA DOONE : A Romance OK Exmook. Illustrated Edition ,ie Lu.ie, crown 410, parchment, 35s. ; cloth, 31s. 6d. and --is. New and Cheaner Edition, 7s. 6d. Library Edition, cloth, 6s. Also in cloth, with Photogravure Portrait of the Author, crown 8vo, cloth, as. 6d. ; and limited Edition at 6d. THE REMARKABLE HIS- TORY OK SIR THOMAS UP- MORE, BART., M.P. Crown 8vo, -,-.. fid. EREMA; ok, My Father's Sin. Crown 8vo, as. 6d. CRADOCK NOWELL: A I au. op THE Nuw Purest. Crown Bvo, as. 6d. SPRINGHAVEN: a Tale of the Great War, Crown 8vo, -■s. 6d. Illustrated Edition, 7s. 6d. CRUM'S THE CARRIER: A Woodland Tale. Crown 8vo, as.

Gd. MARY ANERLEY : A Yorkshire Tale. Crown 8vo, as. 6d. KIT AND KITTY: A Story 01* West Middlesex. Crown 8vo, 2s. 6d. ALICE LORRAINE: A Talk of the South Downs. Crown 8vo, as. 6d. PERLYCROSS: a Talk op THE Wi urn Hills. Crown 8vo, as. 6d. CHRISTOWELL: a Dartmoor Tale. Crown 8vo, as. 6d. CLARA VAUGHAN. Crown 8vo, 2s. 6d. TALES FROM THE TELLING HOUSE. Crown 8vo, 55. London : SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON & COMPANY, Limited St Dunstan's House, l-'cttcr Lane, E.C. Between whose fagged mullioiu flowed the silvery light.' DARIEL 11 Eomance of Surreg BY R. D. BLACKMORE K author of "loena doone" WITH DRAWINGS BY CHRIS HAMMOND WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS EDINBURGH AND LONDON i897 V CONTENTS Chapter Page I A Nightingale 1 II The Family 9 III Tom Erricker 16 IV Mr. Stoneman 26 V Tioknor's Mew 39 VI True Hygiene 54 VII Kuban 63 VIII Through the Corn 74 IX Strange Sensations 89 X Upon the Ground 94 XI Sur Imar 102 XII In the Background 109 XIII Smiles and Tears 119 XIV The Ruby Cross 132 XV Sister v. Sweetheart 143 XVI International Elements 149 XVII Peppercorns 158 XVIII A Lovebird 170 XIX To Clear the Way 181 XX Not for Sale 188 XXI Voices of the Valley 192 XXII Imar's Tale — War 197 XXIII Imar's Tale — Love 208 XXIV Imar's Tale — Peace 220 XXV Imar's Tale — Crime 227 XXVI Imar's Tale — Revenge VI CONTENTS . mira Pao" XXVII Imak's Tale — Exile 241 XXVII] Si\i;i-im: Sim -" XXIX UKOI LOT) LOHQ VlBWS -52 XXX In i mi: griEi- Places 261 XXXI Pii-a-Pat 266 XXXII A PAIH1 h. Iu iv 276 XXXIII Tin mi'.iim; 282 XXXIV Rkjoicihg 292 XXXV A Kai e OF I'i.a I i:i:s 302 XXXVI GONE, Gone, Gone 313 XXXVII Loveus Make Moan 321 xxxviii Black Friday 334 XXXIX Eranui, Nun Flecti 344 XL Twain tlOBB Than Twin 352 XLI A Crooked Millet 363 XI.II Farewell, Smii.ee 373 XI.

Ill The Land of Medea 882 XLIV The Land of Prometheus 3H0 XLV Amhnu the Gems 399 XLVI Queen Marva -IO'.* xi.vii Wolf's Meat 420 XLVIII Est, THE Svan 427 XI.IX The Eye of God 433 L Two Old Friends 441 LI The Root of Evii 448 LII Still in the Dark 455 LIII A Ruthless Scheme 464 LIV The Valley of Retribution 472 LV At the BAB 481 I.YI Hard is the Fiiiiit 488 LVII But Not in Vain LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. " Between whose Jagged Mullions flowed the Silvery Light" Frontispiece "'Allow me one Moment,' I said" . Facing page 70 "Sprawling in the Yellow Stubble" ... 90 "Why, it must at least be a Princess" . . . 146 '•Her sweet, kind Face as white as a Shroud" . 168 "She turned away her Face" 218 " At the Door she turned, with a proud and calm Farewell to me" 238 What little there is, is entirely a genuine Article" 274 " Sur Imar received us with a Loving Smile " . 300 " A Woman of Great Substance rushed up and caught her" 308 " ' Rot ! ' I replied, with less Elegance than Terseness" 340 " ' I TELL YOU WHAT,' HE SAID, TURNING ROUND AND LOOKING AT ME WITH AUTHORITY" .... 378 "(iAZED AT THE CAPTAIN TILL HE SCARCE KNEW WHERE HE WAS'' 416 " ' YES, I SEE,' HE ANSWERED SOFTLY " . . . . DARIEL: A ROMANCE OF SURREY

Chapter I

A NIGHTINGALE If any man came to me, and said, " You are going to tell your tale, good sir, without knowing how to handle it, " I should look at him first with some surprise, and anger at his interference, yet in a very few minutes, unless he wanted to argue ahout it, probably he would have my con fession, and a prayer for his assistance. For every one knows how to do a thing, much better than the one who does it. In spite of all that, I will declare in a truthful manner unabashed, whatever I know concerning the strange affairs which have befallen me ; and perhaps if you care to look into them, you will admit that even now, when the world supposes itself to be in a state of proud civilization, there are things to be found near its centre of perfection which are not quite up to the standard of the Lord.

Towards the middle of the month of May, in a year which I never shall forget, I happened to be riding home from Guildford in the county of Surrey, after a long but vain attempt to do a little business for my father. For we were not, as we used to be, people of wealth and large estates, and such as the world looks up to ; but sadly reduced, and crippled, and hard-pushed to make a living. And the burden of this task had fallen most heavily upon me, because I was the only son at home, and my father's mind was much too large to be cramped with petty troubles. So that when he had been deprived of nine-tenths of his property, and could not procure any tenants for the rest, it 1 DAKIEL: A ROMANCE OF SURREY became my duty to work tho best of the land that still remained, and nuke both enda meet, if possible.

To a young man this was no great hardship unless ho were spoiled for country lifo by ambition, or sloth, or lux ury; and it seemed to mo at first B welcome change, to bo recalled from Oxford and from Lincoln's Inn, and set to watch the earth and sky, instead of ink and paper. And although there were storms and swamps of loss and disas ter, to cross continually, I was always at the point of get ting on, if only thoro came just a little turn of luck. 15ut that which seemed to balllo mainly my most choice en deavours, was that when I had done good work, and mado good staple — as it seemed to mo — never a man to whom I showed it (at tho most reasonable figure) would stop to look at it for a moment in a reasonable spirit; because, whatever I had to offer was, by strange coincidence, the very thing my follow-creatures happened not to want just then.

What had I done, this very day, but carried into Guild ford market, moro than twelve miles from our home, samples of as fair, and fat, and thoroughly solid grain, as over was grown to bo ground in England ? And what had tho dealers said to me? " Tut, tut! what call you that? Not so bad for an amateur. Try again, sir, try again. Sir Harold must grow it cheaper." And they made me not a single offer, such as I could think of twice ; while tho farmers looked askance, and smiled very kindly and re spectfully, yot as if I had no business there, and must soon discover my sad mistake. "Never mind what they think," I exclaimed to myself, " or how they laugh at all I can do. Wait a bit, wait a bit, my friends. We aro not come to the bottom of tho basket yet. Hold up, ancient Joseph." Ancient Joseph was the only horse now remaining with us, who could get along at all, without a plough or waggon at his heels or tail.

Like us, ho had seen better days ; and like us he did not dwell upon them. Faithful, generous, and conscientious, he kept up to his own standard still, and insisted upon his twelve miles an hour, whenever his head was homeward. It was in that pleasant direction now; and much as I longed for a gentle glide of the soft May ■J A NIGHTINGALE breeze around me, and a leisurely gaze at the love of the year, now telling its tale in the valleys, that old fellow (sniffing his oats leagues away) cared for nothing but a quick stroke towards them. Much as I wanted to think about the money that I ought to have got, but could n't, this horse between my legs was so full of what he meant to be filled with, that I was compelled to attend to his mood, instead of giving rein to my own; lest haply a ditch should be our conclusion.

Without any heed we scoured past the loveliest views in England, as people in a train are forced to do; till Old Joe's wind became a gale, more adverse now than favour able. His four legs, which had been going like two, be gan to go like a figure of four, and he gave me to understand through the flaps of leather, that his heart was repentant of having its own way. On the ridge of the hills at the four cross-roads, I allowed him therefore a welcome rest, having the worst of the road before us, and the shadows growing deeper. Perhaps I had prided myself too much upon seldom in dulging in whims and freaks, as my elder brother Harold did, to his great disadvantage and our own ; and now at the age of twenty-five, I should have known better than to begin. But some strange impulse (which changed the whole course of my life from that hour) seized me, as I stopped to breathe my horse opposite that old direction post.

" To Cobham and Esher " was on the left arm ; the for ward one pointed to a village near our home, and that was the road I had always taken. But the arm that would have pointed to the right, if it had been in its duty, was not there now, though a double mortice-hole gave token of its late existence. And the lane towards the right, of which it should have told us, seemed rather desirous of evading notice, and certainly had received very little for years from any road-surveyor. Narrow, and overhung, and sinking into sleepy shadows with a fringe of old roots and dead bracken, it afforded a pleasant sense of passing into quietude and loneliness. Time was more plentiful than money with me, and why should I hurry to tell my father the old tale of failure, so DA KIEL: A ROMANCE OF SURREY often repeated, but nono tho moro welcome — as an old joke is — bv reason of familiarity?

I knew the clint mit lines of the country pretty well, because an old fox had been fond of it, whom wo never brought to bonk, when the hounds were kept at Crogate Park. How lie had beaten us we never knew, beyond having fifty opinions about it, of which only two were in favour with tho wiso ones — tho first that ho sank into the bowels of the earth, and tho other that ho vanished into tho clouds of heaven. And the place was lonely enough for him to have taken whichever course ho chose, leaving nothing but negative evidence. Knowing that if I could cross that valley I should probably strike into a bridle-lano which would take mo homo at leisure, I turned my old horso, much against his liking, into this dark and downhill course, away from the main road, which according to the wisdom of our forefathers followed the backbone of tho ridge.

Soon wo began to descend steep places broken with slippery falls of rock, while branches of thicket and sapling trees shook hands overhead, and shut out tho sky. My horse, who had never been down on his knees, and knew perhaps by instinct tho result of that attitude in tho eyes of men, was beginning to tremble exceedingly; and in fairness to him and myself as well, I jumped off and led him. Ho looked at me grate fully, and followed without fear, though sometimes sliding with all four feet, and throwing back his head for balance. And perhaps ho observed, as soon as I did, that no horse had ever tried that descent, since the rains of winter washed it. I was ready to think myself a fool, and wish both of us well out of it, the sweetest and clearest note, that ever turned the air into melody and the dull world into poetry, came through the arching bowers of spring, and made the crisp leaves tremulous.

Then as a bud, with its point released, breaks into a fountain of slower, the silvery overture broke into a myriad petals of sensitive song. " What a stunning nightingale, " said I, as a matter-of fact young Briton might, with never an inkling of idea that the bird meant anything to me. But he seemed to be ono of those that love mankind (as the genial robin-redbreast does), or at any rate desire to be thought of kindly, and to A NIGHTINGALE finish well what is well begun; for he flitted before me down the hill, and enlivened the gloom with vicissitudes of love. Listening to this little fellow, and trying to catch sight of him, I was standing with Old Joe's nose in my hand — for he was always friendly — when the music that should lead my life, in the purest strain came through the air. It was not the voice of a bird this time, but a sound that made my heart beat fast and then held me in rapture of wonder.

Dew of the morning in a moss-rose bud, crystal drops beading a frond of fern, lustre of a fountain in full moon light — none of these seem to me fit to compare with the limpid beauty of that voice. And more than the sweetest sounds can do, that indite of things beyond us, and fall from a sphere where no man dwells, this voice came home to my heart, and filled it with a vivid sorrow and a vague delight. Sturdy as I was, and robust, and hardy, and apt to laugh at all sentimental stuff, the force of the time over came me, as if I had never been educated; and as soon as I rather felt than knew that I was listening to some simple hymn, I became almost as a little child inhaling his first ideas of God. The words that fell upon my ears so softly were as unknown as the tune itself, voice and verse and air combining into a harmony of heaven.

Ought any man to be called a snob, for doing a thing that is below himself, on the impulse of the moment, and without a halt of thought ? It is not for me to argue that ; but I hope that fair ladies will forgive me, when I confess that I stepped very gently, avoiding every dry twig and stone, across the brown hollow that is generally found at the foot of any steep fall of wood. By this time the lane was gone to grass, and I slipped Old Joe's bit that he might have a graze, while I went in quest of my Siren. On the further brink of the spongy trough, a dark frizzle of alder and close brushwood was overhanging a bright swift stream, which I recognised as the Pebblebourne, a copious brook, beloved of trout, and as yet little harassed by anglers. Through this dark screen I peered, and beheld a vision that amazed me.

Along a fair meadow that bent towards the west, and offered a slim troo hero and there — i walking-stick for evening — tho gentle light of day's departure came quite horizontally. There was, us there often is in nature, some deep peace of sadness, which rebukes mankind for its petty cares, and perpetual fuss about itself. And yet there was something in front of all tins, to set the heart of a young man Buttering. On the opposite bank, and within fair distance for the eyes to make out everything, was a niche of dark wall shagged with ivy, and still supporting tho grey stonework of a ruined chapel-window, between whose jagged (millions flowed the silvery light of the west and fell upon tho face of a kneeling maiden. The profile, as perfect as that of a statue, yet with tho tender curves of youth, moro liko the softness of a cameo, was outlined as in a frame of light against the black curtain of the ivied wall.

Beside tho km -i ling figure lay a head-tire of somo strange design, removed perhaps when the hymn was followed by the attitude of prayer. The beauty and rapture of this devotion mado mo hold my breath, and feel as if I were profaning it. " Get away, you low intruder," said my better self to me. But it is all very well to talk. It was out of my power to go away. Under this spell I stood, until that gentle worshipper arose with a bend of her graceful neck, and gathered her pale grey robe around her. It was not such a dress as English ladies according to the fashion of the moment wear, with pumpkin sleeves, or with wens upon their shoulders, and puckers, and gathers, and frizzles and scollops, in a mangle of angles and zig-zags. What it was made of is moro than I can say; I only know that it was beautiful; drawn in at the waist with a narrow belt, and following rather than trying to lead the harmony of the living form.

But one thing caught my attention even so, and that was the flash of a bright red cross on the delicate curve of the bosom. It appeared to me that tears were sparkling under the fringe of large dark eyes, as the lonely maiden glanced around, while preparing for departure. Then to my sur prise — if anything could surprise me further — with a rapid movement she laid bare a gleaming shoulder, and set upon it the tip of a long straight finger. Her face was A NIGHTINGALE partly obscured to me by the bend of her arm, but I fancied that she smiled, and was opening her lips to pronounce some words, when suddenly that horse Old Joe, who had been doing his best to lessen the burden of his maintenance, gave vent to a snort of approbation, not of the fair sight across the water — for that was hidden by bushes from him — but at the juiciness of his graze.

My guilty conscience made me start, for I fully expected to be found out in a thing I had never done before; and I felt ashamed to look again, till I knew there was no suspicion. Then a breath of wind turned up a leaf; and who could help glancing under it ? I saw that the beautiful and mysterious damsel had taken some little alarm at the grunt of the greedy quad ruped. From the foot of the old chapel-window she was taking something white like a crucifix — though I could not be certain about that; meanwhile she had placed on her head that strange affair which I had seen lying on the ground. To me it looked like an octagonal hat, with a long veil of gauze descending from it, resembling nothing that I had ever seen on a lady's head, to the best of my remem brance ; although in bright fact they wear such strange things, and trim them anew so wondrously, that no man must be positive.

Whatever it was, it looked very sweet — as the ladies themselves express it — but I grieved that I could see her face no more. She placed that white object very carefully in the folds of her dress beneath the veil which covered her down to the waist ; and then to my great disappointment she was gone, seeming rather to float on the air than to walk with a definite stride, as our ladies make their way. But the quivering points of some pendulous leafage showed that a bodily form had passed there. I was left in a conflict of wonder, and doubt, and intense desire to know more, mingled with some self reproach — though the worst of that came afterwards — and a hollow feeling in my heart as if I should never fill it with myself again. Something told me that the proper course, and the most manly and business-like, was to jump on my horse and make him climb the hill anew, and take the high road, and get home at full speed, and nevor say a word about what I had soon, nor even think about it, if it could bo helped.

But I assure you (and I hopo again that allowance will be mado for me, as a young man not much accustomed to the world, and hitherto heedless of feminine charms) that 1 found it impossible to do the right thing now. Instead "I a lofty ami resolute withdrawal, in 1 went for more of that, of which I had taken to" much already. I stuck Old Joe's bit into tho hungry leather of his most voraoioue mouth, and came down on his back with a ponderous swing, and girded him with a hard grip of his holly, to show me some moro of what ho had soared away. Much against his liking — for if over a horse was totally destituto of romance, here ho was and no mistake — with a grunt of remonstrance ho plodded into tho pebbly ford at tho bottom of thc hill. But when we struck into tho silence of tho meadow, what was I the wiser?

Lo, tho dusk was settling down in the most indifferent manner, tho sunset flush was fading into a faint and chill neutrality, tho trees had no shadow, and, worst of all, no sign or even memory of any sweet passage among thom. Only on tho left hand some hundred yards away was a black door set in an old grey wall, which curved along leisurely as far as I could seo, and offered no other entrance. "I am not the sort of fellow to put up with this," I exclaimed to myself impatiently ; and yet there was no way to help it just now. And if it came to reason, what business had I there? Still tho whole of this land had been ours not more than a ccn'ury ago, and a true Briton feels that he has his rights, however long ho may havo lost them. But it is not in his nature to lose sight of reason, though I am not quite so certain how that was witli me, as I wandered homo slowly along forgotten ways, and knew that my life was changed thenceforth.

Chapter II The Family

It is said, and seems worthy of belief — though denied quite lately by a great Frenchman — that there are in the world no fairer damsels than those of our own dear island. Graceful, elegant, straight and goodly, gentle — which is the first point of all — yet lively and able to take their own part, eager moreover to please, and clever to obtain what they want by doing so, they have no cause to envy their brothers, or feel ungrateful to Providence for making them fair. If any of them do that sometimes, when led astray every now and then by feminine agitators, for the most part they will come back to themselves, if left with out contradiction. My sister Grace, for instance, was one of the best and kindest-hearted English girls that ever blushed. Far in front of me, I confess, in quickness of apprehension, and perception of character, and readiness of answer, and I might almost say in common-sense ; though I never quite conceded that, because I had so much need of it.

Never theless she looked up to me, as her elder by five years, and a man. Therefore, it was my custom always to listen with much toleration to her, and often adopt her views in practice, after shaking my head for the time at them. For she always finished her orations with, "Well, brother George, you are sure to know the best." Now, ii we had none but Grace to deal with, things would have been very different. Not that we could have retrieved our fortunes — of that there was no possibility ; still, we might have carried on in our humble way, and kept my father, Sir Harold Cranleigh, comfortable in his old age, and even happy among his books and collection of minerals, and seals and coins. My mother also might have had all she could wish; for she was in truth a very quiet soul, bound up in her children, and fond of littlo else, unless it were county histories, and tho fultilmont of prophecy.

Sometimes she was grieved that we occupied now the old cottage in a corner of tho Park, which had once been the house of our agent; also at having but a pony-cart, instead of what she was accustomed to. But the grief was not on her own account, and simply for our sake, as wo knew well; and we kept on telling hor that we liked it better so. For after all, if one comos to think, thoso very wealthy folk have no true enjoyment, and no keen relish for any thing good. In the first place, they can never feel the satisfaction of having earned, by honest work, their pleas ure. It comes to them but as an everyday matter, weari some, vapid, insipid, and dull. Many of them have a noble spirit, and that makes it all the worse for them. They see and they feel the misery of the poverty around them, but all they can do is of no avail.

Thoy are cheated and wronged in their best endeavours ; if they show discernment, they are called niggards ; if they are profuse, it is ostentation. And if they aro large enough not to be soured by any of these expressions, they begin to feel more and more, as timo goes on, that the money should stop in tho family. Remembering this, we should have regarded with deli cate compassion that very wealthy individual, Mr. Jack son Stoneman. This eminent stockbroker claimed not only our sympathy for his vast riches, but also some good will by the relief afforded us in a cumbrous difficulty. My father had long been casting about, as matters went from bad to worse, and farm after farm was thrown up by insolvent tenants, for some one to occupy our old house Crogato Hall, and the Park as well, for he could not bear to let them separately, and have the old place cut into patches.

But there was no one left among the old families of the county, still possessing cash enough to add this to the homes already on their hands. There is much fine feeling and warmth of heart toward one another, among THE FAMILY those who have never had much to do, from one generation to another, except to encourage the good people who love order, by punishing those of an opposite turn, and to keep up the line which has always been drawn between landed estate and commerce ; as well as to be heartily kind to the poor — even though they do encroach a little on preserves — and above all to be hospitable not to one another only, but to people of business who know their position. Our family, one of the oldest in Surrey, and of Saxon lineage, requiring no mixed Norman blood of outsea cut throats to better it, had always kept its proper place, and been beloved for its justice, generosity, and modesty.

Our tenants had never made any pretension to own the lands they held of us, any more than a man to whom I had lent a thousand pounds at interest — supposing that I owned such a sum — would set up a claim to my capital. We were very kind to them as long as they could pay; and throughout their long struggle with the foreign deluge, we made every effort to keep them afloat, reducing their rent to the vanishing point, and plunging with them into poverty. But what can be done, when the best land in England will not pay for working, and is burdened as heavily as ever? " Cut your coat according to your cloth, " is a very fine old precept; and we went on doing so, as Heaven only knows. But when there is no cloth left at all, and the climate is not good enough to supply fig-leaves, where withal shall a man be clothed?

And for a woman, how much worse — though they sometimes exaggerate their trials. My sister Grace was as lovely a maiden as ever was born of Saxon race, which at its best is the fairest of all. To my mind she was far more beautiful than her sister Elfrida, the eldest of us, now the wife of Lord Fitzragon, who had children of her own, and very seldom came to see us, being taken up with her own world. And one of the things that grieved me most was to see my favourite sister dressed in some common blue serge, with a brown leather belt round her waist, and thick shoes on her delicate feet, like a boy elected by Twickenham parish to the Blue-coat School. For a boy it is all very well, and may lead to the highest honours of the realm ; but with a maiden of gentle breed it is not so encouraging. Notwithstanding this, I say that you might put a lady of any rank you please, and of any wealth to back it up, by tin'- side of my sister ('race; and I know to which of them your eyes would turn.