He looked at her, his eyes hard and bright. ‘I know well it is I who should have noticed there was something preying on Hubert’s mind!’
He was evidently deeply mortified; she said: ‘You have many other things to think about, perhaps. Men do not notice as quickly as women do. I am very glad that he has told you all. Don’t refine too much upon it! I am quite sure that he has had a lesson he will be in no danger of forgetting.’
‘I believe you are right. I used to think him as volatile as – well, I was used to think him volatile, but he has given me reason to indulge the hope that I was mistaken! But, Sophy, I don’t yet know the whole of this deplorable business! Whom did you employ in it?’
‘No one, upon my honour!’ she assured him at once. ‘I considered the matter from every aspect, and although I was much inclined, at first, to consult my father’s lawyer, I soon saw that it would not do. There was no one I could apply to without divulging Hubert’s part in the business. So I set about it myself.’
‘Sophy, you cannot have gone to this creature yourself !’
‘Yes, I did. Oh, I know it was dreadfully fast and bold of me, but I thought nobody would ever know! And then, too, I could not but reflect how much you must dislike Hubert’s affairs becoming known outside our immediate circle.’
She saw that he was looking at her in patent disbelief, and raised her brows enquiringly.
‘Hubert has told me enough about Goldhanger to make it perfectly plain to me what sort of a man he is!’ he said. ‘Do not tell me he willingly relinquished a note of hand and a valuable pledge to you for no more than the bare principal!’
She smiled. ‘Most unwillingly! But only consider at what a disadvantage he stood! He had lent his money to a minor and he could not recover a penny of it, at law. I fancy he was glad to see back his principal. The instant I said I would go to Bow Street – a shot drawn at a venture, too! – I could see that I had discomposed him. My dear Charles, what Hubert found to alarm him in such a creature I cannot imagine. A bogey to frighten children!’
He was watching her closely, his brows knit. ‘This sounds to me pure fantasy, Sophy! From what I collect, this was no accredited moneylender, but an out-and-out villain! Do you tell me he made no effort to extort his interest from you?’
‘No, he tried to frighten me into paying him, or giving him my pearl ear-rings. But Hubert had warned me with what manner of person I should have to deal, and I took the precaution of carrying my pistol with me.’
‘What?’
She was surprised, and again raised her brows. ‘My pistol,’ she repeated.
His mortification found expression in disbelief. ‘This must be nonsense! I wish you will tell me the truth! You do not ask me to believe that you carry a pistol about your person! I tell you now that I do not believe it!’
She got up quickly, a sparkle in her eye. ‘Indeed? Wait! I shall not be gone above a minute or two!’
She whisked herself out of the room, only to reappear very soon afterwards with her silver-mounted gun in her hand. ‘Do you not believe it, Charles? Do you not?’ she demanded.
He stared at the weapon. ‘Good God! You?’ He held out his hand, as though he would have taken it from her, but she withheld it.
‘Take care! It is loaded!’
He replied impatiently: ‘Let me see it!’
‘Sir Horace,’ said Sophy provocatively, ‘told me always to be careful, and never to give it into the hands of anyone I was not perfectly satisfied could be trusted to handle it.’
For an astounded moment, Mr Rivenhall, who was no mean shot, stared at her. The pent-up emotions in his breast got the better of him. He flung over to the fireplace, and ripped down from the overmantel an invitation-card which had been stuck into a corner of a large, gilded mirror. ‘Hold that up, stand there, and give me that gun!’ he commanded.
Sophy laughed, and obeyed, standing quite fearlessly with her back to one wall, and holding the card out by one corner. ‘I warn you, it throws a trifle left!’ she said coolly.
He was white with anger, an anger that had very little to do with her slighting reference to his ability to handle a pistol, but even as he levelled the gun, he seemed in some measure to recollect himself, for he lowered his arm again, and said: ‘I cannot! Not with a pistol I don’t know!’
‘Faintheart!’ mocked Sophy.
He cast her a glance of dislike, stepped forward to twitch the card out of her hand, and stuck it against the wall under the corner of a picture. In great interest, Sophy watched him walk away to the other end of the room, turn, jerk up his arm, and fire. An explosion, deafening in the confined space of the room, shattered the stillness, and the bullet, nicking one edge of the card, buried itself in the wall.
‘I told you that it threw left,’ Sophy reminded him, critically surveying his handiwork. ‘Shall we reload it so that I can show you what I can do?’
They looked at one another. The enormity of this conduct suddenly dawned on Mr Rivenhall, and he began to laugh. ‘Sophy, you – you devil!’
That made Sophy laugh too, so when a startled crowd of persons burst into the room a minute to two later, they found only a scene of unbridled mirth. Lady Ombersley, Cecilia, Miss Wraxton, Lord Bromford, Hubert, one of the footmen, and two housemaids all clustered in the doorway, evidently in the expectation of beholding the results of a shocking accident. ‘I could murder you, Sophy!’ said Mr Rivenhall.
‘Unjust! Did I tell you to do it?’ she countered. ‘Dear Aunt Lizzie, do not look so alarmed! Charles was – was merely satisfying himself that my pistol was in order!’
By this time the eyes of most of the company had discovered the rent in the wall. Lady Ombersley, clutching Hubert’s arm for support, faintly enunciated: ‘Are you mad, Charles?’
He looked a little guiltily at the havoc he had wrought. ‘I must be, I suppose. The damage can soon be made good, however. It does throw left, Sophy. I would give much to see you fire it! What a pity I cannot take you to Manton’s!’
‘Is that Sophy’s pistol?’ asked Hubert, much interested. ‘By Jupiter, you are an out-and-outer, Sophy! But what possessed you to fire it here, Charles? You must be mad!’
‘It was naturally, an accident,’ pronounced Lord Bromford. ‘A man in his senses, which we cannot doubt Lord Rivenhall to be, does not, of intent, fire a pistol in the presence of ladies. My dear Miss Stanton-Lacy, you have sustained a severe shock to the nerves! It could not be otherwise. Let me beg you to repose yourself for a while!’
‘I am not such a poor creature!’ Sophy replied, her eyes still brimming with laughter. ‘Charles will bear me out, if there is any truth in him, that I neither squeaked nor jumped! Sir Horace nipped such bad habits in the bud by soundly boxing my ears!’
‘I am sure you are always an example to us all!’ said Miss Wraxton acidly. ‘One can only envy you your iron composure! I, alas, am made of weaker stuff, and must confess to have been very much startled by such an unprecedented noise in the house. I do not know what you can have been about, Charles. Or is it indeed Miss Stanton-Lacy’s pistol, and was she exhibiting her skill to you?’
‘On the contrary, it was I who shot disgracefully wide of my mark. May I clean this for you, Sophy?’
She shook her head, and held out her hand for the gun. ‘Thank you, but I like to clean and load it myself.’
‘Load it?’ gasped Lady Ombersley. ‘Sophy, you do not mean to load that horrid thing again, surely?’
Hubert laughed. ‘I said she was a redoubtable girl, Charles! I say, Sophy, do you always keep it loaded?’
‘Yes, for how can one tell when one may need it, and what is the use of an empty pistol! You know, what a delicate business it is, too! I daresay Charles can do it in a trice, but I cannot!’
He gave the gun into her hand. ‘If we go down to Ombersley this summer, we must have a match, you and I,’ he said. As their hands met, and she took the gun, he grasped her wrist, and held it for a moment. ‘An infamous thing to have done
!’ he said, in a slightly lowered tone. ‘I beg your pardon – and I thank you!’
Thirteen
It was not to be supposed that this incident would be pleasing to Miss Wraxton. A degree of understanding seemed to be existent between Mr Rivenhall and his cousin which was not at all to her taste, for although she was not in love with him, and, indeed, would have considered such an emotion very far beneath her station, she had made up her mind to marry him, and was feminine enough to resent his paying the least attention to any other female.
Fortune had not smiled upon Miss Wraxton. She had been contracted, in schoolroom days, to a nobleman of impeccable lineage, and respectable fortune, who had been carried off by an attack of small-pox before she was of an age to be formally affianced to him. Several eligible gentlemen had shown faint tendencies to dangle after her during her first two seasons upon the Marriage Mart, for she was a handsome girl with a handsome portion; but for unaccountable reasons none of them had come up to scratch, as her elder brother rather vulgarly phrased it. Mr Rivenhall’s offer had been made at a moment when she had begun to fear that she might be left upon the shelf, and had been thankfully received. Miss Wraxton, reared in the strictest propriety, had never taken any undesirably romantic notions into her head, and had had no hesitation informing her Papa that she was willing to receive Mr Rivenhall’s addresses. Lord Brinklow, who held Lord Ombersley in the greatest aversion, would certainly not have entertained Mr Rivenhall’s offer for as much as a minute had it not been for the providential death of Matthew Rivenhall. But the old Nabob’s fortune was something not to be despised even by the most sanctimonious of peers. Lord Brinklow had informed his daughter that Charles Rivenhall’s suit carried his blessing with it; and Lady Brinklow, a sterner moralist even than her spouse, had clearly indicated to Eugenia where her duty lay, and by what means she might hope to detach Charles from his unregenerate family. An apt pupil, Miss Wraxton had thereafter lost no opportunity of pointing out to Charles, in the most tactful way, the delinquencies and general undesirability of his father, and his brothers and sisters. She was actuated by the purest of motives; she considered that the volatility of Lord Ombersley and Hubert was prejudicial to Charles’s interest; she heartily despised Lady Ombersley; and as heartily deprecated the excessive sentiment which made Cecilia contemplate marriage with a penniless younger son. It seemed to her that to detach Charles from his family must be her first object, but sometimes she was seduced into playing with the notion of reclaiming the Ombersley household from the abyss of impropriety into which it had fallen. Becoming engaged to Mr Rivenhall at a moment when he was exacerbated by his father’s excesses, her gentle words had fallen on fruitful soil. A naturally joyless nature, reared on bleak principles, could perceive only the most deplorable tendencies in a lively family’s desire for enjoyment. Charles, wrestling with mountainous piles of bills, was much inclined to think that she was right. It was only since Sophy’s arrival that his sentiments seemed to have undergone a change. Miss Wraxton could not deceive herself into under-rating Sophy’s ruinous influence upon Charles’s character; and since she was not, in spite of her learning, very wise, she tried to counteract it in a variety of ways that served merely to set up his back. When she enquired whether Sophy had offered him an explanation of her visit to Rundell and Bridge, and, in justice to his cousin, he felt himself obliged to tell her some part of the truth, her evil genius had inspired her to point out to him the total unreliability of Hubert’s character, his resemblance to his father, and the ill-judged nature of Sophy’s admittedly good-natured conduct in the affair. But Mr Rivenhall was already writhing under the lash of his own conscience, and since, with all his faults, he was not one to burk a clear issue, these remarks found no favour with him. He said: ‘I blame myself. That any hasty words of mine should have made Hubert feel that anything would be preferable to confiding his difficulties to me must be an everlasting reproach to me! I have to thank my cousin for showing me how much I have erred! I hope I may do better in the future. I had no intention – but I see now how unsympathetic I must have appeared to him! I’ll take good care poor little Theodore does not grow up in the belief that he must at all costs conceal his peccadilloes from me!’
‘My dear Charles, I assure you this is an excess of sensibility!’ Miss Wraxton said soothingly. ‘You are not to be held accountable for the behaviour of your brothers!’
‘You are wrong, Eugenia: I am six years older than Hubert, and since I know – none better! – that my father would never concern himself with any one of us, it was my duty to take care of the younger ones! I do not scruple to say this to you, for you know how we are circumstanced!’
She replied without hesitation: ‘I am persuaded you have always done your duty! I have seen how you have tried to introduce into your father’s household more exact standards of conduct, a greater notion of discipline, and of management. Hubert can have been in no doubt of your sentiments upon this occasion, and to condone his behaviour – which I must think quite shocking! – would be most improper. Miss Stanton-Lacy’s intervention, which was, of course, meant in the kindest way, sprang from impulse, and cannot have been dictated by her conscience. Painful though it might have been to her, there can be no doubt that it was her duty to have told you the whole, and immediately! To have paid off Hubert’s debts in that fashion was merely to encourage him in his gaming propensities. I fancy that a moment’s reflection must have convinced her of this, but, alas, with all her good qualities I fear that Miss Stanton-Lacy is not much given to the indulgence of rational thought!’
He stared at her, an odd expression in his eyes which she was at a loss to interpret. ‘If Hubert had confided in you, Eugenia, would you have come to me with his story?’ he asked.
‘Undoubtedly,’ she replied. ‘I should not have known an instant’s hesitation.’
‘Not an instant’s hesitation!’ he repeated. ‘Although it was a confidence made in the belief that you would not betray it?’
She smiled at him. ‘That, my dear Charles, is a great piece of nonsense. To be boggling at such a thing as that when one’s duty is so plain is what I have no patience with! My concern for your brother’s future career must have convinced me that I had no other course open to me than to divulge his wrong-doing to you. Such ruinous tendencies must be checked, and since your father, as you have said, does not concern himself with –’
He interrupted her without apology. ‘These sentiments may do honour to your reason, but not to your heart, Eugenia! You are a female: perhaps you do not understand that a confidence reposed in you must – must! – be held sacred! I said that I wished she had told me, but it was untrue! I could not wish anyone to betray a confidence! Good God, would I do so myself ?’
These rapidly uttered words brought a flush to her cheek; she said sharply: ‘I collect that Miss Stanton-Lacy – I presume she is also a female! – does understand this?’
‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘She does. Perhaps that is one of the results of her upbringing! It is an excellent one! Perhaps she knew what must be the result of her action; perhaps she only went to Hubert’s rescue from motives of generosity: I don’t know that; I have not enquired of her! The outcome has been happy – far happier than would have been the case had she divulged all to me! Hubert is too much of a man to shelter behind his cousin: he confessed the whole to me!’
She smiled. ‘I am afraid your partiality makes you a trifle blind, Charles! Once you had discovered that Miss Stanton-Lacy had sold her jewelry you were bound to discover the rest! Had I not been in a position to apprise you of this circumstance, I wonder if Hubert would have confessed?’
He said sternly: ‘Such a speech does you no credit! I do not know why you should be so unjust to Hubert, or why you should so continually wish me to think ill of him! I did think ill of him, and I have been proved wrong! Mine has been the fault: I treated him as though he were still a child, and I his mentor. I should have done better to have taken him into my counsels. None of this w
ould have happened had he and I been better friends. He said to me, Had we been better acquainted – ! You may judge of my feelings upon hearing that from my brother!’ He gave a short laugh. ‘A leveller indeed! Jackson himself could not have floored me more completely!’
‘I fear,’ said Miss Wraxton, at her sweetest, ‘that if you mean to use boxing-cant I can never hope to understand you, Charles. No doubt your cousin, with her superior knowledge, would appreciate such language!’
‘I should not be at all surprised!’ he retorted, nettled.
Not all her training could prevent her saying: ‘You seem to cherish an extraordinary regard for Miss Stanton-Lacy!’
‘I!’ he ejaculated, thunderstruck. ‘For Sophy? Good God! I thought my sentiments towards her were sufficiently well-known! I wish to heaven we were rid of her, but I suppose I need not be so prejudiced as to be blind to her good qualities!’
She was mollified. ‘No, indeed, and I hope I am not either! What a pity it is that she will not entertain Lord Bromford’s suit! He is an excellent man, with a good understanding, and such sobriety of judgment as must, I fancy, exercise a beneficial effect upon any female.’ She saw that he was looking at her with a good deal of amusement, and added: ‘I had thought that you were inclined to encourage his suit?’
‘It is nothing to me whom Sophy marries!’ he said. ‘She would never take Bromford, though! Well for him!’
‘I am afraid Lady Bromford feels as you do,’ Miss Wraxton said. ‘She and Mama are acquainted, you know, and I have had some conversation with her on this subject. She is a most excellent woman! She has been telling me of the delicacy of Lord Bromford’s constitution, and of her fear for him. I could not but feel for her! One cannot but agree with her that your cousin would never make him a good wife!’
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