At the age when we are all of us most apt to take our colouring, in the form of a reflection from the colouring of other people, he had been sent abroad, and had been passed on from one nation to another, before there was time for any one colouring more than another to settle itself on him firmly.As a consequence of this, he had come back with so may different sides to his character, all more or less jarring with each other, that he seemed to pass his life in a state of perpetual contradiction with himself.
He could be a busy man, and a lazy man; cloudy in the head, and clear in the head; a model of determination, and a spectacle of helplessness, all together.He had his French side, and his German side, and his Italian side -- the original English foundation showing through, every now and then, as much as to say, `Here I am, sorely transmogrified, as you see, but there's something of me left at the bottom of him still.' Miss Rachel used to remark that the Italian side of him was uppermost, on those occasions when he unexpectedly gave in, and asked you in his nice sweet-tempered way to take his own responsibilities on your shoulders.You will do him no injustice, I think, if you conclude that the Italian side of him was uppermost now.
`Isn't it your business, sir,' I asked, `to know what to do next? Surely it can't be mine?'
Mr.Franklin didn't appear to see the force of my question -- not being in a position, at the time, to see anything but the sky over his head.
`I don't want to alarm my aunt without reason,' he said.`And I don't want to leave her without what may be a needful warning.If you were in my place, Betteredge, tell me, in one word, what would you do?'
In one word, I told him: `Wait.'
`With all my heart,' says Mr.Franklin.`How long?'
I proceeded to explain myself.
`As I understand it, sir,' I said, `somebody is bound to put this plaguy Diamond into Miss Rachel's hands on her birthday -- and you may as well do it as another.Very good.This is the twentyfifth of May, and the birthday is on the twenty-first of June.We have got close on four weeks before us.Let's wait and see what happens in that time; and let's warn my lady or not, as the circumstances direct us.'
`Perfect, Betteredge, as far as it goes!' says Mr.Franklin.`But between this and the birthday, what's to be done with the Diamond?'
`What your father did with it, to be sure, sir!' I answered.`Your father put it in the safe keeping of a bank in London.You put it in the safe keeping of the bank at Frizinghall.' (Frizinghall was our nearest town, and the Bank of England wasn't safer than the bank there.) `If I were you, sir,' I added, `I would ride straight away with it to Frizinghall before the ladies come back.'
The prospect of doing something -- and, what is more, of doing that something on a horse -- brought Mr.Franklin up like lightning from the flat of his back.He sprang to his feet, and pulled me up, without ceremony, on to mine.`Betteredge, you are worth your weight in gold,' he said.`Come along, and saddle the best horse in the stables directly!'
Here (God bless it!) was the original English foundation of him showing through all the foreign varnish at last! Here was the Master Franklin Iremembered, coming out again in the good old way at the prospect of a ride, and reminding me of the good old times! Saddle a horse for him? I would have saddled a dozen horses, if he could only have ridden them all!
We went back to the house in a hurry; we had the fleetest horse in the stables saddled in a hurry; and Mr.Franklin rattled off in a hurry, to lodge the cursed Diamond once more in the strong-room of a bank.When Iheard the last of his horse's hoofs on the drive, and when I turned about in the yard and found I was alone again, I felt half inclined to ask myself if I hadn't woke up from a dream.