The Weavers | Page 5

and his dead
daughter's son David, who kept his eyes fixed on the window where the

twig flicked against the pane. The eyes of Faith, who sat on a bench at
one side, travelled from David to her father constantly; and if, once or
twice, the plain rebuke of Luke Claridge's look compelled her eyes
upon her folded hands, still she was watchful and waiting, and seemed
demurely to defy the convention of unblinking silence. As time went on,
others of her sex stole glances at Mercy's son from the depths of their
bonnets; and at last, after over an hour, they and all were drawn to look
steadily at the young man upon whose business this Meeting of
Discipline had been called. The air grew warmer and warmer, but no
one became restless; all seemed as cool of face and body as the grey
gowns and coats with grey steel buttons which they wore.
At last a shrill voice broke the stillness. Raising his head, one of the
Elders said: "Thee will stand up, friend." He looked at David.
With a slight gesture of relief the young man stood up. He was good to
look at-clean-shaven, broad of brow, fine of figure, composed of
carriage, though it was not the composure of the people by whom he
was surrounded. They were dignified, he was graceful; they were
consistently slow of movement, but at times his quick gestures showed
that he had not been able to train his spirit to that passiveness by which
he lived surrounded. Their eyes were slow and quiet, more meditative
than observant; his were changeful in expression, now abstracted, now
dark and shining as though some inner fire was burning. The head, too,
had a habit of coming up quickly with an almost wilful gesture, and
with an air which, in others, might have been called pride.
"What is thy name?" said another owl-like Elder to him.
A gentle, half-amused smile flickered at the young man's lips for an
instant, then, "David Claridge--still," he answered.
His last word stirred the meeting. A sort of ruffle went through the
atmosphere, and now every eye was fixed and inquiring. The word was
ominous. He was there on his trial, and for discipline; and it was
thought by all that, as many days had passed since his offence was
committed, meditation and prayer should have done their work. Now,
however, in the tone of his voice, as it clothed the last word, there was

something of defiance. On the ear of his grandfather, Luke Claridge, it
fell heavily. The old man's lips closed tightly, he clasped his hands
between his knees with apparent self-repression.
The second Elder who had spoken was he who had once heard Luke
Claridge use profane words in the Cloistered House. Feeling trouble
ahead, and liking the young man and his brother Elder, Luke Claridge,
John Fairley sought now to take the case into his own hands.
"Thee shall never find a better name, David," he said, "if thee live a
hundred years. It hath served well in England. This thee didst do. While
the young Earl of Eglington was being brought home, with noise and
brawling, after his return to Parliament, thee mingled among the
brawlers; and because some evil words were said of thy hat and thy
apparel, thee laid about thee, bringing one to the dust, so that his life
was in peril for some hours to come. Jasper Kimber was his name."
"Were it not that the smitten man forgave thee, thee would now be in a
prison cell," shrilly piped the Elder who had asked his name.
"The fight was fair," was the young man's reply. "Though I am a Friend,
the man was English."
"Thee was that day a son of Belial," rejoined the shrill Elder. "Thee did
use thy hands like any heathen sailor--is it not the truth?"
"I struck the man. I punished him--why enlarge?"
"Thee is guilty?"
"I did the thing."
"That is one charge against thee. There are others. Thee was seen to
drink of spirits in a public-house at Heddington that day. Twice-- thrice,
like any drunken collier."
"Twice," was the prompt correction.
There was a moment's pause, in which some women sighed and others

folded and unfolded their hands on their laps; the men frowned.
"Thee has been a dark deceiver," said the shrill Elder again, and with a
ring of acrid triumph; "thee has hid these things from our eyes many
years, but in one day thee has uncovered all. Thee--"
"Thee is charged," interposed Elder Fairley, "with visiting a play this
same day, and with seeing a dance of Spain following upon it."
"I did not disdain the music," said the young man drily; "the flute, of all
instruments, has a mellow sound."