He was half disposed to arrest the two conspirators on the spot, and
make them confess, and absolve themselves; but it seemed to him better
to keep an unseen eye over his son: Sir Austin's old system prevailed.
Adrian characterized this system well, in saying that Sir Austin wished
to be Providence to his son.
If immeasurable love were perfect wisdom, one human being might almost
impersonate Providence to another. Alas! love, divine as it is, can
do no more than lighten the house it inhabits--must take its shape,
sometimes intensify its narrowness--can spiritualize, but not expel, the
old lifelong lodgers above-stairs and below.
Sir Austin decided to continue quiescent.
The valley still lay black beneath the large autumnal stars, and the
exclamations of the boys were becoming fevered and impatient. By-and-by
one insisted that he had seen a twinkle. The direction he gave was
out of their anticipations. Again the twinkle was announced. Both boys
started to their feet. It was a twinkle in the right direction now.
"He's done it!" cried Richard, in great heat. "Now you may say old
Blaize'll soon be old Blazes, Rip. I hope he's asleep."
"I'm sure he's snoring!--Look there! He's alight fast enough. He's dry.
He'll burn.--I say," Ripton re-assumed the serious intonation, "do you
think they'll ever suspect us?"
"What if they do? We must brunt it."
"Of course we will. But, I say! I wish you hadn't given them the scent,
though. I like to look innocent. I can't when I know people suspect me.
Lord! look there! Isn't it just beginning to flare up!"
The farmer's grounds were indeed gradually standing out in sombre
shadows.
"I'll fetch my telescope," said Richard. Ripton, somehow not liking to
be left alone, caught hold of him.
"No; don't go and lose the best of it. Here, I'll throw open the window,
and we can see."
The window was flung open, and the boys instantly stretched half their
bodies out of it; Ripton appearing to devour the rising flames with his
mouth: Richard with his eyes.
Opaque and statuesque stood the figure of the baronet behind them. The
wind was low. Dense masses of smoke hung amid the darting snakes of
fire, and a red malign light was on the neighbouring leafage. No figures
could be seen. Apparently the flames had nothing to contend against, for
they were making terrible strides into the darkness.
"Oh!" shouted Richard, overcome by excitement, "if I had my telescope!
We must have it! L
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