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Sir Anthony Hope Hawkins was born in 1863 and, after taking a degree at Oxford University, was called to the bar in 1887. He initially combined a successful career as a barrister with writing but the immediate success of his tenth book, The Prisoner of Zenda (1894), allowed him to become a full-time writer. The novel spawned a new genre – Ruritanian romance – and has been adapted numerous times for film, television and stage. In all, Hope wrote thirty-two works of fiction and an autobiography. At the close of the First World War he was knighted for his contribution to propaganda work. Hope died in 1933.
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Father Stafford (Barnes & Noble Digital Library) - Anthony Hope
FATHER STAFFORD
ANTHONY HOPE
This 2011 edition published by Barnes & Noble, Inc.
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CONTENTS
I. Eugene Lane and his Guests
II. New Faces and Old Feuds
III. Father Stafford Changes his Habits, and Mr. Haddington his Views
IV. Sir Roderick Ayre Inspects Mr. Morewood's Masterpiece
V. How Three Gentlemen Acted for the Best
VI. Father Stafford Keeps Vigil
VII. An Early Train and a Morning's Amusement
VIII. Stafford in Retreat, and Sir Roderick in Action
IX. The Battle of Baden
X. Mr. Morewood is Moved to Indignation
XI. Waiting Lady Claudia's Pleasure
XII. Lady Claudia is Vexed with Mankind
XIII. A Lover's Fate and a Friend's Counsel
XIV. Some People are as Fortunate as they Deserve to Be
XV. An End and a Beginning
CHAPTER I
Eugene Lane and his Guests
THE world considered Eugene Lane a very fortunate young man; and if youth, health, social reputation, a seat in Parliament, a large income, and finally the promised hand of an acknowledged beauty can make a man happy, the world was right. It is true that Sir Roderick Ayre had been heard to pity the poor chap on the ground that his father had begun life in the workhouse; but everybody knew that Sir Roderick was bound to exalt the claims of birth, inasmuch as he had to rely solely upon them for a reputation, and discounted the value of his opinion accordingly. After all, it was not as if the late Mr. Lane had ended life in the undesirable shelter in question. On the contrary, his latter days had been spent in the handsome mansion of Millstead Manor; and, as he lay on his deathbed, listening to the Rector's gentle homily on the vanity of riches, his eyes would wander to the window and survey a wide tract of land that he called his own, and left, together with immense sums of money, to his son, subject only to a jointure for his wife. It is hard to blame the tired old man if he felt, even with the homily ringing in his ears, that he had not played his part in the world badly.
Millstead Manor was indeed the sort of place to raise a doubt as to the utter vanity of riches. It was situated hard by the little village of Millstead, that lies some forty miles or so northwest of London, in the middle of rich country. The neighborhood afforded shooting, fishing, and hunting, if not the best of their kind, yet good enough to satisfy reasonable people. The park was large and well wooded; the house had insisted on remaining picturesque in spite of Mr. Lane's improvements, and by virtue of an indelible stamp of antiquity had carried its point. A house that dates from Elizabeth is not to be entirely put to shame by one or two unblushing French windows and other trifling barbarities of that description, more especially when it is kept in countenance by a little church of still greater age, nestling under its wing in a manner that recalled the good old days when the lord of the manor was lord of the souls and bodies of his tenants. Even old Mr. Lane had been mellowed by the influence of his new home, and before his death had come to play the part of Squire far more respectably than might be imagined. Eugene sustained the rôle with the graceful indolence and careless efficiency that marked most of his doings.
He stood one Saturday morning in the latter part of July on the steps that led from the terrace to the lawn, holding a letter in his hand and softly whistling. In appearance he was not, it must be admitted, an ideal Squire, for he was but a trifle above middle height, rather slight, and with the little stoop that tells of the man who is town-bred and by nature more given to indoor than outdoor exercises; but he was a good-looking fellow for all that, with a bright humorous face,—though at this moment rather a bored one,—large eyes set well apart, and his proper allowance of brown hair and white teeth. Altogether, it may safely be said that, not even Sir Roderick's nose could have sniffed the workhouse in the young master of Millstead Manor.
Still whistling, Eugene descended the steps and approached a group of people sitting under a large copper-beech tree. A still, hot summer morning does not incline the mind or the body to activity, and all of them had sunk into attitudes of ease. Mrs. Lane's work was reposing in her lap; her sister, Miss Jane Chambers, had ceased the pretense of reading; the Rector was enjoying what he kept assuring himself was only just five minutes' peace before he crossed over to his parsonage and his sermon; Lady Claudia Territon and Miss Katharine Bernard were each in possession of a wicker lounge, while at their feet lay two young men in flannels, with lawn-tennis racquets lying idle by them. A large jug of beer close to the elbow of one of them completed the luxurious picture that was framed in a light cloud of tobacco smoke, traceable to the person who also was obviously responsible for the beer.
As Eugene approached, a sudden thought seemed to strike him. He stopped deliberately, and with great care lit a cigar.
Why wasn't I smoking, I wonder!
he said. The sight of Bob Territon reminded me.
Then as he reached them, raising his voice, he went on:
Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to interrupt you, and with bad news.
What is the matter, dear,
asked Mrs. Lane, a gentle old lady, who having once had the courage to leave the calm of her father's country vicarage to follow the doubtful fortunes of her husband, was now reaping her reward in a luxury of which she had never dreamed.
With the arrival of the 4.15 this afternoon,
Eugene continued, "our placid life will be interrupted, and one of Mr. Eugene Lane, M.P.'s, celebrated Saturday to Monday parties (I quote from The Universe) will begin."
Who's coming?
asked Miss Bernard.
Miss Bernard was the acknowledged beauty referred to in the opening lines of this chapter, whose love Eugene had been lucky enough to secure. Had Eugene not been absurdly rich himself, he might have been congratulated further on the prospective enjoyment of a nice little fortune as well as the lady's favor.
Is Rickmansworth coming?
put in Lady Claudia, before Eugene had time to reply to his fianciée.
Be at peace,
he said, addressing Lady Claudia; your brother is not coming. I have known Rickmansworth a long while, and I never knew him to be polite. He inquired by telegram (reply not paid) who were to be here. When I wired him, telling him whom I had the privilege of entertaining, and requesting an immediate reply (not paid), he answered that he thought I must have enough Territons already, and he didn't want to make another.
Neither Lady Claudia nor her brother Robert, who was the young man with the beer, seemed put out at this message. Indeed, the latter went so far as to say:
Good! Have some beer, Eugene?
But who is coming?
repeated Miss Kate.
Really, Eugene, you might pay a little attention to me.
Can't, my dear Kate—not in public. It's not good form, is it, Lady Claudia?
Eugene,
said Mrs. Lane, in a tone as nearly severe as she ever arrived at, if you wish your guests to have either dinner or beds, you will at once tell me who and how many they are.
My dear mother, they are in number five, composed as follows: First, the Bishop of Bellminster.
A most interesting man,
observed Miss Chambers.
I am glad to hear it, Aunt Jane,
responded Eugene. The Bishop is accompanied by his wife. That makes two; and then old Merton, who was at the Colonial Office you know, and Morewood the painter make four.
Sir George Merton is a Radical, isn't he?
asked Lady Claudia severely.
He tries to be,
said Eugene. Shall I order a carriage to take you to the station? I think, you know, you can stand it, with Haddington's help.
Mr. Spencer Haddington, the other young man in flannels, was a very rising member of the Conservative party, of which Lady Claudia conceived herself to be a pillar. Identity of political views, in Mr. Haddington's opinion, might well pave the way to a closer union, and this hope accounted for his having consented to pair with Eugene, who sat on the other side, and spend the last week in idleness at Millstead.
Well,
said Mr. Robert Territon, it sounds slow, old man.
Candid family, the Territons,
remarked Eugene to the copper-beech.
Who's the fifth? you've only told us four,
said Kate, who always stuck to the point.
The fifth is——
Eugene paused a moment, as though preparing a sensation; the fifth is—Father Stafford.
Now it was a remarkable thing that all the ladies looked up quickly and re-echoed the name of the last guest in accents of awe, whereas the men seemed unaffected.
"Why, where did you pick him up?" asked Lady Claudia.
Pick him up! I've known Charley Stafford since we were both that high. We were at Harrow and at Oxford together. Rickmansworth knows him, Bob. You didn't come till he'd left.
Why is the gentleman called 'Father'?
said Bob.
Because he is a priest,
Miss Chambers answered. And really, Mr. Territon, you're very ignorant. Everybody knows Father Stafford. You do, Mr. Haddington?
Yes
said Haddington, I've heard of him. He's an Anglican Father, isn't he? Had a big parish somewhere down the Mile End Road?
Yes
said Eugene. He's an old and a great friend of mine. He's quite knocked up, poor old chap, and had to get leave of absence; and I've made him promise to come and stay here for a good part of the time, to rest.
Then he's not going off again on Monday?
asked Mrs. Lane.
Oh, I hope not. He's writing a book or something, that will keep him from being restless.
How charming!
said Lady Claudia. Don't you dote on him, Kate? Please, Mr. Lane, may I stay too?
By the way,
said Eugene, Stafford has taken a vow of celibacy.
I knew that,
said Lady Claudia imperturbably.
Eugene looked mournful; Bob Territon groaned tragically; but Lady Claudia was quite unmoved, and, turning to the Rector, who sat smiling benevolently on the young people, asked: Do you know Father Stafford, Dr. Dennis?
No, I should be much interested in meeting him. I've heard so much of his work and his preaching.
Yes,
said Lady Claudia, and his penances and fasting, and so on.
Poor old Stafford!
said Eugene. It's quite enough for him that a thing's pleasant to make it wrong.
Not your philosophy, Master Eugene!
said the Rector.
No, Doctor.
But what's this vow?
asked Kate.
There's no such thing as a binding vow of celibacy in the Anglican Church,
announced Miss Chambers,
Is that right, Doctor?
said Lady Claudia.
God bless me, my dear,
said the Rector, I don't know. There wasn't in my time.
But, Eugene, surely I'm right,
persisted Aunt Jane. His Bishop can dispense him from it, can't he?
Don't know,
answered Eugene. He says he can.
Who says he can?
Why, the Bishop!
Well, then, of course he can.
All right,
said Eugene; only Stafford doesn't think so. Not that he wants to be released. He doesn't care a bit about women—very ungrateful, as they're all mad about him.
That's very rude, Eugene,
said Kate, in reproving tones. Admiration for a saint is not madness. Shall we go in, Claudia, and leave these men to pipes and beer?
One for you, Rector!
chuckled Bob Territon, who knew no reverence.
The two girls departed somewhat scornfully, arm in arm, and the Rector too rose with a sigh, and accompanied the elder ladies to the house, whither they were going to meet the pony carriage that stood at the hall door. A daily drive was part of Mrs. Lane's ritual.
By the way, you fellows,
Eugene resumed, throwing himself on the grass, I may as well mention that Stafford doesn't drink, or eat meat, or smoke, or play cards, or anything else.
What a peculiar beggar!
said Bob.
Yes, and he's peculiar in another way,
said Eugene, a little dryly; he particularly objects to any remark being made on his habits—I mean on what he eats and drinks and so on.
There I agree,
said Bob; I object to any remarks on what I eat and drink
; and he took a long pull at the beer,
You must treat him with respect, young man. Haddington, I know, will study him as a phenomenon. I can't protect him against that.
Mr. Haddington smiled and remarked that such revivals of mediævalism were interesting, if morbid; and having so delivered himself, he too went his way.
That chap's considered very clever, isn't he?
asked Bob of his host, indicating Haddington's retreating figure.
Very, I believe,
said Eugene. He's a cuckoo, you see.
Dashed if I do,
said Bob.
He steals other birds' nests—eggs and all.
Your natural history is a trifle mixed, old fellow; kindly explain.
Well, he's a thief of ideas. Never was the father of one himself, and gets his living by kidnapping.