‘But he has,’ said Amelia. ‘It’s dinner-time now, and where is he? Had he any money left, Johnny?’
So interrogated Eames disclosed a secret confided to him by his friend which no other circumstances would have succeeded in dragging from his breast.
‘She borrowed twelve pounds from his about a fortnight since, immediately after quarter-day. And she owed him money, too, before that.’
‘Oh, what a soft!’ exclaimed Amelia; ‘and he hasn’t paid mother a shilling for the last two months!’
‘It was his money, perhaps, that Mrs Roper got from Lupex the day before yesterday. If so, it comes to the same thing as far as she is concerned, you know.’
‘And what are we to do now?’ said Amelia, as she went before her lover upstairs. ‘Oh, John, what will become of me if ever you serve me in that way? What should I do if you were to go off with another lady?’
‘Lupex hasn’t gone off,’ said Eames, who hardly knew what to say when the matter was brought before him with so closely personal a reference.
‘But it’s the same thing,’ said Amelia. ‘Hearts is divided. Hearts that have been joined together ought never to be divided; ought they?’ And then she hung upon his arm just as they got to the drawing-room door.
‘Hearts and darts are all my eye,’ said Johnny. ‘My belief is that a man had better never marry at all. How d’you do, Mr Lupex? Is anything the matter?’
Mr Lupex was seated on a chair in the middle of the room, and was leaning with his head over the back of it. So despondent was he in his attitude that his head would have fallen off and rolled on to the floor, had it followed the course which its owner seemed to intend that it should take. His hands hung down also along the back legs of the chair, till his fingers almost touched the ground, and altogether his appearance was pendent, drooping, and wobegone. Miss Spruce was seated in one corner of the room, with her hands folded in her lap before her, and Mrs Roper was standing on the rug with a look of severe virtue on her brow – of virtue which, to judge by its appearance, was very severe. Nor was its severity intended to be exercised solely against Mrs Lupex. Mrs Roper was becoming very tired of Mr Lubex also, and would not have been unhappy if he also had run away – leaving behind him so much of his property as would have paid his bill.
Mr Lupex did no stir when first addressed by John Eames, but a certain convulsive movement was to be seen on the back of his head, indicating that this new arrival in the drawing-room had produced a fresh accession of agony. The chair, too, quivered under him, and his fingers stretched themselves nearer to the ground and shook themselves.
‘Mr Lupex, we’re going to dinner immediately,’ said Mrs Roper. ‘Mr Eames, where is your friend, Mr Cradell?’
‘Upon my word I don’t know,’ said Eames.
‘But I know,’ said Lupex, jumping up and standing at his full height, while he knocked down the chair which had lately supported him. ‘The traitor to domestic bliss! I know. And wherever he is, he has that false woman in his arms. Would he were here!’ And as he expressed the last wish he went through a motion with his hands and arms which seemed intended to signify that if that unfortunate young man were in the company he would pull him in pieces and double him up, and pack him close, and then despatch his remains off, through infinite space, to the Prince of Darkness. ‘Traitor,’ he exclaimed, as he finished the process. ‘False traitor! Foul traitor! And she too!’ Then, as he thought of this softer side of the subject, he prepared himself to relapse again on to the chair. Finding it on the ground he had to pick it up. He did pick it up, and once more flung away his head over the back of it, and stretched his fingernails almost down to the carpet.
‘James,’ said Mrs Roper to her son, who was now in the room, ‘I think you’d better stay with Mr Lupex while we are at dinner. Come, Miss Spruce, I’m very sorry that you should be annoyed by this kind of thing.’
‘It don’t hurt me,’ said Miss Spruce, preparing to leave the room. ‘I’m only an old woman.’
‘Annoyed!’ said Lupex, raising himself again from his chair, not perhaps altogether to remain upstairs while the dinner, for which it was intended that he should some day pay, was being eaten below. ‘Annoyed! It is a profound sorrow to me that any lady should be annoyed by my misfortunes. As regards Miss Spruce, I look upon her character with profound veneration.’
‘You needn’t mind me; I’m only an old woman,’ said Miss Spruce.
‘But, by heavens, I do mind!’ exclaimed Lupex; and hurrying forward he seized Miss Spruce by the hand. ‘I shall always regard age as entitled –’ But the special privileges which Mr Lupex would have accorded to age were never made known to the inhabitants of Mrs Roper’s boarding-house, for the door of the room was again opened at this moment, and Mr Cradell entered.
‘Here you are, old fellow, to answer for yourself,’s said Eames.
Cradell, who had heard something as he came in at the front door, but had not heard that Lupex was in the drawing-room, made a slight start backwards when he saw that gentleman’s face. ‘Upon my word and honour,’ he began – but he was able to carry his speech no further. Lupex, dropping the hand of the elderly lady whom he reverenced, was upon him in an instant, and Cradell was shaking beneath his grasp like an aspen leaf – or rather not like an aspen leaf, unless an aspen leaf when shaken is to be seen with its eyes shut, its mouth open, and its tongue hanging out.
‘Come, I say,’ said Eames, stepping forward to his friend’s assistance; ‘this won’t do at all, Mr Lupex. You’ve been drinking. You’d better wait till tomorrow morning, and speak to Cradell then.’
‘Tomorrow morning, viper,’ shouted Lupex, still holding his prey, but looking back at Eames over his shoulder. Who the viper was had not been clearly indicated. ‘When will he restore to me my wife? When will he restore to me my honour?’
‘Upon-on-on-on my –’ It was for the moment in vain that poor Mr Cradell endeavoured to asseverate his innocence, and to stake his honour upon his own purity as regarded Mrs Lupex. Lupex still held to his enemy’s cravat, though Eames had now got him by the arm, and so far impeded his movements as to hinder him from proceeding to any graver attack.
‘Jemima, Jemima, Jemima!’ shouted Mrs Roper. ‘Run for the police; run for the police!’ But Amelia, who had more presence of mind than her mother, stopped Jemima as she was making to one of the front windows. ‘Keep where you are,’ said Amelia. ‘They’ll come quiet in a minute or two.’ And Amelia no doubt was right. Calling for the police when there is a row in the house is like summoning the water-engines when the soot is on fire in the kitchen chimney. In such cases good management will allow the soot to burn itself out, without aid from the water-engines. In the present instance the police were not called in, and I am inclined to think that their presence would have been advantageous to any of the party.
‘Upon-my-honour – I know nothing about her,’ were the first words which Cradell was able to articulate, when Lupex, under Eames’s persuasion, at last relaxed his hold.
Lupex turned round to Miss Spruce with a sardonic grin. ‘You hear his words – this enemy to domestic bliss – Ha, ha! man, tell me whither you have conveyed my wife!’
‘If you were to give me the Bank of England I don’t know,’ said Cradell.
‘And I’m sure he does not know,’ said Mrs Roper, whose suspicions against Cradell were beginning to subside. But as her suspicions subsided, her respect for him decreased. Such was the case also with Miss Spruce, and with Amelia, and with Jemima. They had all thought him to be a great fool for running away with Mrs Lupex, but now they were beginning to think him a poor creature because he had not done so. Had he committed that active folly he would have been an interesting fool. But now, if, as they all suspected, he knew no more about Mrs Lupex than they did, he would be a fool without any special interest whatever.
‘Of course he doesn’t,’ said Eames.
‘No more than I do,’ said Amelia.
‘His very looks show him innocent,’
said Mrs Roper.
‘Indeed they do,’ said Miss Spruce.
Lupex turned from one to the other as they thus defended the man whom he suspected, and shook his head at each assertion that was made. ‘And if he doesn’t know who does?’ he asked. ‘Haven’t I seen it all for the last three months? Is it reasonable to suppose that a creature such as she, used to domestic comforts all her life, should have gone off in this way, at dinner-time, taking with her my property and all her jewels, and that nobody should have instigated her; nobody assisted her! Is that a story to tell to such a man as me! You may tell it to the marines!’ Mr Lupex, as he made this speech, was walking about the room, and as he finished it he threw his pocket-handkerchief with violence on to the floor. ‘I know what to do, Mrs Roper,’ he said. ‘I know what steps to take. I shall put the affair into the hands of my lawyer tomorrow morning.’ Then he picked up his handkerchief and walked down into the dining-room.
‘Of course you know nothing about it?’ said Eames to his friend, having run upstairs for the purpose of saying a word to him while he washed his hands.
‘What – about Maria?’ I don’t know where she is, if you mean that.’
‘Of course I mean that. What else should I mean? And what makes you call her Maria?’
‘It is wrong. I admit it’s wrong. The word will come out, you know.’
‘Will come out! I’ll tell you what it is, old fellow, you’ll get yourself into a mess, and all for nothing. That fellow will have you up before the police for stealing his things –’
‘But, Johnny –’
‘I know all about it. Of course you have not stolen them, and of course there was nothing to steal. But if you go on calling her Maria you’ll find that he’ll have a pull on you. Men don’t call other men’s wives names for nothing.’
‘Of course we’ve been friends,’ said Cradell, who rather liked this view of the matter.
‘Yes – you have been friends! She’s diddled you out of your money, and that’s the beginning and the end of it. And now, if you go on showing off your friendship, you’ll be done out of more money. You’re making an ass of yourself. That’s the long and the short of it.’
‘And what have you made of yourself with that girl? There are worse asses than I am yet, Master Johnny.’ Eames, as he had no answer ready to this counter attack, left the room and went downstairs. Cradell soon followed him, and in a few minutes they were all eating their dinner together at Mrs Roper’s hospitable table.
Immediately after dinner Lupex took himself away, and the conversation upstairs became general on the subject of the lady’s departure.
‘If I was him I’d never ask a question about her, but let her go,’ said Amelia.
‘Yes; and then have all her bills following you, wherever you went,’ said Amelia’s brother.
‘I’d sooner have her bills than herself,’ said Eames.
‘My belief is, that she’s been an ill-used woman,’ said Cradell. ‘If she had a husband that she could respect and have loved, and all that sort of thing, she would have been a charming woman.’
‘She’s every bit as bad as he is,’ said Mrs Roper.
‘I can’t agree with you, Mrs Roper,’ continued the lady’s champion. ‘Perhaps I ought to understand her position better than anyone here, and –’
‘Then that’s just what you ought not to do, Mr Cradell,’ said Mrs Roper. And now the lady of the house spoke out her mind with much maternal dignity and with some feminine severity. ‘That’s just what a young man like you has no business to know. What’s married woman like that to you, or you to her; or what have you to do with understanding her position? When you’ve a wife of your own, if ever you do have one, you’ll have trouble enough then without anybody else interfering with you. Not but what I believe you’re innocent as a lamb about Mrs Lupex; that is, as far as any harm goes. But you’ve got yourself into all this trouble by meddling, and was like enough to get yourself choked upstairs by that man. And who’s to wonder when you go on pretending to be in love with a woman in that way, and she old enough to be your mother? What would your mamma say if she saw you at it?’
‘Ha, ha, ha!’ laughed Cradell.
‘It’s all very well your laughing, but I hate such folly. If I see a young man in love with a young woman, I respect him for it,’ and then she looked at Johnny Eames. ‘I respect him for it – even though he may now and then do things as he shouldn’t. They most of ’em does that. But to see a young man like you, Mr Cradell, dangling after an old married woman, who doesn’t know how to behave herself; and all just because she lets him to do it – ugh! – an old broomstick with a petticoat on would do just as well! It makes me sick to see it, and that’s the truth of it. I don’t call it manly; and ain’t manly, is it, Miss Spruce?’
‘Of course I know nothing about it,’ said the lady to whom the appeal was thus made. ‘But a young gentleman should keep himself to himself till the time comes for him to speak out – begging your pardon all the same, Mr Cradell.’
‘I don’t see what a married woman should want with anyone after her but her own husband,’ said Amelia.
‘And perhaps not always that,’ said John Eames.
It was about an hour after this when the front-door bell was rung, and a scream from Jemima announced to them all that some critical moment had arrived. Amelia, jumping up, opened the door, and then the rustle of a woman’s dress was heard on the lower stairs. ‘Oh, laws, ma’am, you have given us sich a turn,’ said Jemima. ‘We all thought you was run away.’
‘It’s Mrs Lupex,’ said Amelia. And in two minutes more that ill-used lady was in the room.
‘Well, my dears,’ said she, gaily, ‘I hope nobody has waited dinner.’
‘No; we didn’t wait dinner,’ said Mrs Roper, very gravely.
‘And where’s my Orson? Didn’t he dine at home? Mr Cradell, will you oblige me by taking my shawl? But perhaps you had better not. People are so censorious; ain’t they, Miss Spruce? Mr Eames shall do it; and everybody knows that that will be quite safe. Won’t it, Miss Amelia?’
‘Quite, I should think,’ said Amelia. And Mrs Lupex knew that she was not to look for an ally in that quarter on the present occasion. Eames got up to take the shawl, and Mrs Lupex went on.
‘And didn’t Orson dine at home? Perhaps they kept him down at the theatre. But I’ve been thinking all day what fun it would be when he thought his bird was flown.’
‘He did dine at home,’ said Mrs Roper; ‘and he didn’t seem to like it. There wasn’t much fun, I can assure you.’
‘Ah, wasn’t there, though? I believe that man would like to have me tied to his button-hole. I came across a few friends – lady friends, Mr Cradell, though two of them had their husbands; so we made a party, and just went down to Hampton Court. So my gentleman has gone again, has he? That’s what I get for gadding about myself, isn’t it, Miss Spruce?’
Mrs Roper, as she went to bed that night, made up her mind that, whatever might be the cost and trouble of doing so, she would lose no further time in getting rid of her married guests.
CHAPTER 42
LILY’S BEDSIDE
LILY DALE’s constitution was good, and her recovery was retarded by no relapse or lingering debility; but, nevertheless, she was forced to keep her bed for many days after the fever had left her. During all this period Dr Crofts came every day. It was in vain that Mrs Dale begged him not to do so; telling him in simple words that she felt herself bound not to accept from him all this continuation of his unremunerated labours now that the absolute necessity for them was over. He answered her only by little jokes, or did not answer her at all; but still he came daily, almost always at the same hour, just as the day was waning, so that he could sit for a quarter of an hour in the dusk, and then ride home to Guestwick in the dark. At this time Bell had been admitted into her sister’s room, and she would always meet Dr Crofts at Lily’s bedside; but she never sat with him alone, since the day on which he had offered her his love
with half-articulated words, and she had declined it with words also half articulated. She had seen him alone since that, on the stairs, or standing in the hall, but she had not remained with him, talking to him after her old fashion, and no further word of his love had been spoken in speech either half or wholly articulate.
Nor had Bell spoken of what had passed to anyone else. Lily would probably have told both her mother and sister instantly; but then no such scene as that which had taken place with Bell would have been possible with Lily. In whatever way the matter might have gone with her, there would certainly have been some clear tale to tell when the interview was over. She would have known whether or no she loved the man, or could love him, and would have given him some true and intelligible answer. Bell had not done so, but had given him an answer which, if true, was not intelligible, and if intelligible was not true. And yet, when she had gone away to think over what had passed, she had been happy and satisfied, and almost triumphant. She had never yet asked herself whether she expected anything further from Dr Crofts, nor what that something further might be – and yet she was happy!
Lily had now become pert and saucy in her bed, taking upon herself the little airs which are allowed to a convalescent invalid as compensation for previous suffering and restraint. She pretended to much anxiety on the subject of her dinner, and declared that she would go out on such or such a day, let Dr Crofts be as imperious as he might. ‘He’s an old savage, after all,’ she said to her sister, one evening, after he was gone, ‘and just as bad as the rest of them.’
‘I do not know who the rest of them are,’ said Bell, ‘but at any rate he’s not very old.’
‘You know what I mean. He’s just as grumpy as Dr Gruffen, and thinks everybody is to do what he tells them. Of course, you take his part.’
‘And of course you ought, seeing how good he had been.’
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