The Amateur Gentleman
Page 296Is Very Short It will perhaps be expected that, owing to this unhappy state of
affairs, Barnabas should have found sleep a stranger to his pillow;
but, on the contrary, reaching London at daybreak, he went to bed,
and there, wearied by his long ride, found a blessed oblivion from
all his cares and sorrows. Nor did he wake till the day was far spent
and evening at hand. But, with returning consciousness came Memory
to harrow him afresh, came cold Pride and glowing Anger. And with
these also was yet another emotion, and one that he had never known
till now, whose name is Doubt; doubt of himself and of his
future--that deadly foe to achievement and success--that ghoul-like
incubus which, once it fastens on a man, seldom leaves him until
a foreknowledge and expectation of failure.
With this grisly spectre at his elbow Barnabas rose and dressed, and
went downstairs to make a pretence of breaking his fast.
"Sir," said Peterby, watching how he sat staring down moodily at the
table, "sir, you eat nothing."
"No, John, I'm not hungry," he answered, pushing his plate aside.
"By the way, did you find the cottage I mentioned in my note? Though,
indeed, you've had very little time."
"Yes, sir, I found one just beyond Lewisham, small, though
comfortable. Here is the key, sir."
gloomily at the key until Peterby spoke again: "Sir, pray forgive me, but I fear you are in some trouble. Is it
your misunderstanding with Viscount Devenham? I couldn't help but
overhear, and--"
"Ah, yes--even the Viscount has quarrelled with me," sighed Barnabas,
"next it will be the Marquis, I suppose, and after him--Gad, John
Peterby--I shall have only you left!"
"Indeed, sir, you will always have me--always!"
"Yes, John, I think I shall."
"Sir, when you--gave a miserable wretch another chance to live and
be a man, you were young and full of life."
"But you were happy--your head was high and your eye bright with
confident hope and purpose."
"Yes, I was very confident, John."
"And therefore--greatly successful, sir. Your desire was to cut a
figure in the Fashionable World. Well, to-day you have your
wish--to-day you are famous, and yet--"
"Well, John?"
"Sir, to-day I fear you are--not happy."