Part 15 (1/2)

Life in London Edwin Hodder 42290K 2022-07-22

”Well, Charles,” he said, ”I do not blame you for taking this course. I hope it may be serviceable to your friend, and without any injury to yourself.”

”Do not fear, father. And now I must pack up a few necessaries in my bag, and be off to Mr. Brunton's. If I do not return home to-morrow, do not be uneasy about me, and I will write to you every day to say how things are going on.”

When Hardy arrived at the house of Mr. Brunton, he found him, as he antic.i.p.ated, in a high state of nervous anxiety.

”I am so thankful you have arrived, Mr. Hardy,” he said, shaking him warmly by the hand: ”and I need not tell you Mrs. Weston has been waiting with great impatience to see you.”

”Mrs. Weston! is she here?”

”Yes; not many minutes after you had left the office I called there, and received the sad news about--about George. I at once telegraphed to Mrs.

Weston to come up to town, and it needed no urging to hasten her, for she had only a short time before received a letter from him, which had filled her with alarm. But let us go to her at once,” said Mr. Brunton, leading the way to the drawing-room; ”she entreated I would bring you to her the moment you arrived.”

As Hardy entered, Mrs. Weston sprang to meet him.

”Have you found George?--where is he?” she asked, and the look of struggling hope and despair was touching to witness.

”I have not found him, Mrs. Weston, but I know the place of his present destination. He has gone to Plymouth;” and then Hardy briefly explained the incidents of the morning.

”I cannot tell you how thankful I am to you, Mr. Hardy,” said Mrs.

Weston, as he concluded. ”May G.o.d bless you for your kindness to my pool George!”

”George would have done more for me, Mrs. Weston,” Hardy replied; ”but, at present, little or nothing has been done. Have you any plans, and can I help you in them?”

”We must go on as soon as possible to Plymouth, and find out where he is. He may perhaps be on the eve of starting away by some of the vessels in the port. Not a minute should be lost.”

”Then, sir, I will go down to Plymouth by the mail train which leaves in about a couple of hours, if you will let me; and I promise you that I will do my best to find him,” said Hardy.

This unexpected proposition removed an infinite burden from Mr.

Brunton's mind. He felt that it was his duty to see Mr. Compton at once, and he had other engagements which made it impossible for him to leave that night. He did not like Mrs. Weston travelling alone, in her present anxious and desponding state, and had been at his wit's end all day to know how to manage.

”But, Mr. Hardy, can you go? Have you consulted your friends at home?

Can you manage to get leave of absence from the office?--remember they will be short of hands there,” asked Mr. Brunton.

”I have made all arrangements at home, sir and my only difficulty is about Mr. Compton. But if you will please see him as soon as he returns, and explain why I have left, I am sure he will not be displeased. He was so fond of George, I know he would have said 'Go, by all means,' had he been at home.”

”I will undertake to set the matter right with him about you,” said Mr.

Brunton; ”but I doubt whether he will ever allow me to mention poor George's name. Oh! Hardy, this is a sad, sad business!”

”It is, sir; but it is sadder for George than for his friends,” replied Hardy. ”I cannot bear to think of the trouble he is pa.s.sing through at this moment. It has cost him much to take the step he has taken, and everything must be done to get him back from his voluntary banishment”

”And everything shall be done that can,” said Mr. Brunton. ”G.o.d grant he is still in England! I feel sure the sight of his mother and his friends sorrowing for him, instead of turning against him as he supposes, will alter his determination.”

”Mr. Hardy, may I place myself under your protection until my brother joins us at Plymouth?” said Mrs. Weston, abruptly. ”I will go down by the mail train to-night; I cannot rest until he is found.”

Arrangements were speedily made, and that night the train bore off Mrs.

Western and Charles Hardy to Plymouth.