But the father was not less adroit.'And pray, sir, how did you come and go out of the house?' he asked.
'I forgot to lock the door, it seems,' replied Alexander.
'I have had cause to complain of that too often,' said Mr.
Nicholson.'But still I do not understand.Did you keep the servants up?'
'I propose to go into all that at length after breakfast,'
returned Alexander.'There is the half-hour going; we must not keep Miss Mackenzie waiting.'
And greatly daring, he opened the door.
Even Alexander, who, it must have been perceived was on terms of comparative ******* with his parent - even Alexander had never before dared to cut short an interview in this high-handed fashion.But the truth is, the very mass of his son's delinquencies daunted the old gentleman.He was like the man with the cart of apples - this was beyond him! That Alexander should have spoiled his table, taken his money, stayed out all night, and then coolly acknowledged all, was something undreamed of in the Nicholsonian philosophy, and transcended comment.The return of the change, which the old gentleman still carried in his hand, had been a feature of imposing impudence; it had dealt him a staggering blow.Then there was the reference to John's original flight - a subject which he always kept resolutely curtained in his own mind;for he was a man who loved to have made no mistakes, and when he feared he might have made one kept the papers sealed.In view of all these surprises and reminders, and of his son's composed and masterful demeanour, there began to creep on Mr.
Nicholson a sickly misgiving.He seemed beyond his depth; if he did or said anything, he might come to regret it.The young man, besides, as he had pointed out himself, was playing a generous part.And if wrong had been done - and done to one who was, after, and in spite of, all, a Nicholson - it should certainly be righted.
All things considered, monstrous as it was to be cut short in his inquiries, the old gentleman submitted, pocketed the change, and followed his son into the dining-room.During these few steps he once more mentally revolted, and once more, and this time finally, laid down his arms: a still, small voice in his bosom having informed him authentically of a piece of news; that he was afraid of Alexander.The strange thing was that he was pleased to be afraid of him.
He was proud of his son; he might be proud of him; the boy had character and grit, and knew what he was doing.
These were his reflections as he turned the corner of the dining-room door.Miss Mackenzie was in the place of honour, conjuring with a tea-pot and a cosy; and, behold! there was another person present, a large, portly, whiskered man of a very comfortable and respectable air, who now rose from his seat and came forward, holding out his hand.
'Good-morning, father,' said he.
Of the contention of feeling that ran high in Mr.Nicholson's starched bosom, no outward sign was visible; nor did he delay long to make a choice of conduct.Yet in that interval he had reviewed a great field of possibilities both past and future; whether it was possible he had not been perfectly wise in his treatment of John; whether it was possible that John was innocent; whether, if he turned John out a second time, as his outraged authority suggested, it was possible to avoid a scandal; and whether, if he went to that extremity, it was possible that Alexander might rebel.
'Hum!' said Mr.Nicholson, and put his hand, limp and dead, into John's.
And then, in an embarrassed silence, all took their places;and even the paper - from which it was the old gentleman's habit to suck mortification daily, as he marked the decline of our institutions - even the paper lay furled by his side.
But presently Flora came to the rescue.She slid into the silence with a technicality, asking if John still took his old inordinate amount of sugar.Thence it was but a step to the burning question of the day; and in tones a little shaken, she commented on the interval since she had last made tea for the prodigal, and congratulated him on his return.
And then addressing Mr.Nicholson, she congratulated him also in a manner that defied his ill-humour; and from that launched into the tale of John's misadventures, not without some suitable suppressions.
Gradually Alexander joined; between them, whether he would or no, they forced a word or two from John; and these fell so tremulously, and spoke so eloquently of a mind oppressed with dread, that Mr.Nicholson relented.At length even he contributed a question: and before the meal was at an end all four were talking even freely.
Prayers followed, with the servants gaping at this new-comer whom no one had admitted; and after prayers there came that moment on the clock which was the signal for Mr.Nicholson's departure.
'John,' said he, 'of course you will stay here.Be very careful not to excite Maria, if Miss Mackenzie thinks it desirable that you should see her.Alexander, I wish to speak with you alone.' And then, when they were both in the back room: 'You need not come to the office to-day,' said he;'you can stay and amuse your brother, and I think it would be respectful to call on Uncle Greig.And by the bye' (this spoken with a certain- dare we say? - bashfulness), 'I agree to concede the principle of an allowance; and I will consult with Doctor Durie, who is quite a man of the world and has sons of his own, as to the amount.And, my fine fellow, you may consider yourself in luck!' he added, with a smile.
'Thank you,' said Alexander.
Before noon a detective had restored to John his money, and brought news, sad enough in truth, but perhaps the least sad possible.Alan had been found in his own house in Regent Terrace, under care of the terrified butler.He was quite mad, and instead of going to prison, had gone to Morningside Asylum.The murdered man, it appeared, was an evicted tenant who had for nearly a year pursued his late landlord with threats and insults; and beyond this, the cause and details of the tragedy were lost.
