It was one o’clock by the time that he reached his mother’s house, and he found her and his sister in a troubled and embarrassed state. ‘Of course you know, John,’ said his mother, as soon as their first embraces were over, ‘that we are going to dine at the Manor this evening?’ But he did not know it, neither the earl nor Lady Julia having said anything on the subject. ‘Of course we are going,’ said Mrs Eames, ‘and it was so very kind. But I’ve never been out to such a house for so many years, John, and I do feel in such a twitter. I dined there once, soon after we were married; but I never have been there since that.’
‘It’s not the earl I mind, but Lady Julia,’ said Mary Eames.
‘She’s the most good-natured woman in the world,’ said Johnny.
‘Oh, dear; people say she is so cross!’
‘That’s because people don’t know her. If I was asked who is the kindest-hearted woman I know in the world, I think I should say Lady Julia De Guest. I think I should.’
‘Ah! but then they’re so fond of you,’ said the admiring mother. ‘You saved his lordship’s life – under Providence.’
‘That’s all bosh, mother. You ask Dr Crofts. He knows them as well as I do.’
‘Dr Crofts is going to marry Bell Dale,’ said Mary; and then the conversation was turned from the subject of Lady Julia’s perfections, and the awe inspired by the earl.
‘Crofts going to marry Bell’ exclaimed Eames, thinking almost with dismay of the doctor’s luck in thus getting himself accepted all at once, while he had been suing with the constancy almost of a Jacob.4
‘Yes,’ said Mary; ‘and they say that she has refused her cousin Bernard, and that, therefore, the squire is taking away the house from them. You know they’re all coming into Guestwick.’
‘Yes, I know they are. But I don’t believe that the squire is taking away the house.’
‘Why should they come then? Why should they give up such a charming place as that?’
‘Rent-free!’ said Mrs Eames.
‘I don’t know why they should come away, but I can’t believe the squire is turning them out; at any rate not for that reason.’ The squire was prepared to advocate John’s suit, and therefore John was bound to do battle on the squire’s behalf.
‘He is a very stern man,’ said Mrs Eames, ‘and they say that since that affair of poor Lily’s he has been more cross than every with them. As far as I know, it was not Lily’s fault.’
‘Poor Lily!’ said Mary. ‘I do pity her. If I was her I should hardly know how to show my face; I shouldn’t, indeed.’
‘And why shouldn’t she show her face?’ said John, in an angry tone. ‘What has she done to be ashamed of? Show her face indeed! I cannot understand the spite which one woman will sometimes have to another.’
‘There is no spite, John; and it’s very wrong of you to say so,’ said Mary, defending herself. ‘But it is a very unpleasant thing for a girl to be jilted. All the world knows that she was engaged to him.’
‘And all the world knows –’ But he would not proceed to declare that all the world knew also that Crosbie had been well thrashed for his baseness. It would not become him to mention that even before his mother and sister. All the world did know it; all the world that cared to know anything of the matter – except Lily Dale herself. Nobody had ever yet told Lily Dale of that occurrence at the Paddington railway station, and it was well for John that her friends and his had been so discreet.
‘Oh, of course you are her champion,’ said Mary. ‘And I didn’t mean to say anything unkind. Indeed I didn’t. Of course it was a misfortune.’ ‘I think it was the best piece of good fortune that could have happened to her, not to marry a d—scoundrel like –’
‘Oh, John!’ exclaimed Mrs Eames.
‘I beg your pardon, mother. But it isn’t swearing to call such a man as that a d— scoundrel.’ And he particularly emphasized the naughty word, thinking that thereby he would add to its import, and take away from its naughtiness. ‘But we won’t talk any more about him. I hate the man’s very name. I hated him the first moment that I saw him, and knew that he was a blackguard from his look. And I don’t believe a word about the squire having been cross to them. Indeed I know he has been the reverse of cross. So Bell is going to marry Dr Crofts!’
‘There is no doubt on earth about that,’ said Mary. ‘And they say that Bernard Dale is going abroad with his regiment.’
Then John discussed with his mother his duties as private secretary, and his intention of leaving Mrs Roper’s house. ‘I suppose it isn’t nice enough for you now, John,’ said his mother.
‘It never was very nice, mother, to tell you the truth. There were people there – But you mustn’t think I am turning up my nose because I’m getting grand. I don’t want to live any better than we all lived at Mrs Roper’s; but she took in persons that were not agreeable. There is a Mr and Mrs Lupex there.’ Then he described something of their life in Burton Crescent, but did not say much about Amelia Roper. Amelia Roper had not made her appearance in Guestwick, as he had once feared that she would do; and therefore it did not need that he should at present make known to his mother that episode in his life.
When he got back to the Manor House he found that Mr Dale and his niece had arrived. They were both sitting with Lady Julia when he went into the morning-room, and Lord De Guest was standing over the fire talking to them. Eames as he came among them felt terribly conscious of his position, as though all there were aware that he had been brought down from London on purpose to make a declaration of love – as, indeed, all of them were aware of that fact. Bell, though no one had told her so in direct words, was as sure of it as the others.
‘Here comes the price of matadores,’ said the earl.
‘No, my lord; you’re the price. I’m only your first follower.’ Though he could contrive that his words should be gay, his looks were sheepish, and when he gave his hand to the squire it was only by a struggle that he could bring himself to look straight into the old man’s face.
‘I’m very glad to see you, John,’ said the squire, ‘very glad indeed.’
‘And so am I,’ said Bell. ‘I have been so happy to hear that you have been promoted at your office, and so is mamma.’
‘I hope Mrs Dale is quite well,’ said he – ‘and Lily.’ The word had been pronounced, but it had been done with so manifest an effort that all in the room were conscious of it, and paused as Bell prepared her little answer.
‘My sister has been very ill you know – with scarlatina. But she has recovered with wonderful quickness, and is nearly well again now. She will be so glad to see you if you will go over.’
‘Yes; I shall certainly go over,’ said John.
‘And now shall I show you your room, Miss Dale?’ said Lady Julia. And so the party was broken up, and the ice had been broken.
CHAPTER 53
LOQUITUR HOPKINS1
THE SQUIRE had been told that his niece Bell and accepted Dr Crofts, and he had signified a sort of acquiescence in the arrangement, saying that if it were to be so, he had nothing to say against Dr Crofts. He spoke this in a melancholy tone of voice, wearing on his face that look of subdued sorrow which was now almost habitual to him. It was to Mrs Dale that he spoke on the subject. ‘I could have wished that it might have been otherwise,’ he said, ‘as you are well aware. I had family reasons for wishing that it might be otherwise. But I have nothing to say against it. Dr Crofts, as her husband, shall be welcome to my house.’ Mrs Dale, who had expected much worse than this, began to thank him for his kindness, and to say that she also would have preferred to see her daughter married to her cousin. ‘But in such a matter the decision should be left entirely to the girl. Don’t you think so?’
‘I have not a word to say against her,’ he repeated. Then Mrs Dale left him, and told her daughter that her uncle’s manner of receiving the news had been, for him, very gracious. ‘You were his favourite, but Lily will be so now,’ said Mrs Dale.
‘I d
on’t care a bit about that – or, rather, I do care, and think it will be in every way better. But as I, who am the naughty one, will go away, and as Lily, who is the good one, will remain with you, doesn’t it almost seem a pity that you should be leaving the house?’
Mrs Dale thought it was almost a pity, but she could not say so now. ‘You think Lily will remain,’ she said.
‘Yes, mamma; I feel sure she will.’
‘She was always very fond of John Eames – and he is doing so well.’
‘It will be of no use, mamma. She is fond of him – very fond. In a sort of a way she loves him – so well, that I feel sure she never mentions his name without some inward reference to her old childish thoughts and fancies. If he had come before Mr Crosbie it would have all been well with there. But she cannot do it now. Her pride would prevent her, even if her heart permitted it. Oh! dear; it’s very wrong of me to say so, after all that I have said before; but I almost wish you were not going. Uncle Christopher seems to be less hard than he used to be; and as I was the sinner, and as I am disposed of –’
‘It is too late now, my dear.’
‘And we should neither of us have the courage to mention it to Lily,’ said Bell.
On the following morning the squire sent for his sister-in-law, as it was his wont to do when necessity came for any discussion on matters of business. This was perfectly understood between them, and such sending was not taken as indicating any lack of courtesy on the part of Mr Dale. ‘Mary,’ he said, as soon as Mrs Dale was seated, ‘I shall do for Bell exactly what I have proposed to do for Lily. I had intended more than that once, of course. But then it would all have gone into Bernard’s pocket; as it is, I shall make no difference between them. They shall each have a hundred a year – that is, when they marry. You had better tell Crofts to speak to me.’
‘Mr Dale, he doesn’t expect it. He does not expect a penny.’
‘So much the better for him; and, indeed, so much the better for her. He won’t make her the less welcome to his home because she brings some assistance to it.’
‘We have never thought of it – any of us. The offer has come so suddenly that I don’t know what I ought to say.’
‘Say – nothing. If you choose to make me a return for it – but I am only doing what I conceive to be my duty, and have no right to ask for a kindness in return.’
‘But what kindness can we show you, Mr Dale?’
‘Remain in that house.’ In saying these last words he spoke as though he were again angry – as though he were again laying down the law to them – as though he were telling her of a duty which was due to him and incumbent on her. His voice was as stern and his face as acid as ever. He said that he was asking for a kindness; but surely no man ever asked for kindness in a voice so peremptory. ‘Remain in that house.’ Then he turned himself in towards his table as though he had no more to say.
But Mrs Dale was beginning, now at last, to understand something of his mind and real character. He could be affectionate and forbearing in his giving; but when asking, he could not be otherwise than stern. Indeed, he could not ask; he could only demand.
‘We have done so much now,’ Mrs Dale began to plead.
‘Well, well, well. I did not mean to speak about that. Things are unpacked easier than they are packed. But, however – Never mind. Bell is to go with me this afternoon to Guestwick Manor. Let her be up here at two. Grimes can bring her box round, I suppose.’
‘Oh, yes: of course.’
‘And don’t be talking to her about money before she starts. I had rather you didn’t – you understand. But when you see Crofts, tell him to come to me. Indeed, he’d better come at once, if this thing is to go on quickly.’
It may easily be understood that Mrs Dale would disobey the injunctions contained in the squire’s last words. It was quite out of the question that she should return to her daughters and not tell them the result of her morning’s interview with their uncle. A hundred a year in the doctor’s modest household would make all the difference between plenty and want, between modest plenty and endurable want. Of course she told them, giving Bell to understand that she must dissemble so far as to pretend ignorance of the affair.
‘I shall thank him at once,’ said Bell; ‘and tell him that I did not at all expect it, but am not too proud to accept it.’
‘Pray don’t, my dear; not just now. I am breaking a sort of promise in telling you at all – only I could not keep it to myself. And he has so many things to worry him! Though he says nothing about it now, he has half broken his heart about you and Bernard.’ Then, too, Mrs Dale told the girls what request the squire had just made, and the manner in which he had made it. ‘The tone of his voice as he spoke brought tears into my eyes. I almost wish we had not done anything.’
‘But, mamma,’ said Lily, ‘what difference can it make to him? You know that our presence near him was always a trouble to him. He never really wanted us. He liked to have Bell there when he thought that Bell would marry his pet.’
‘Don’t be unkind, Lily.’
‘I don’t mean to be unkind. Why shouldn’t Bernard be his pet? I love Bernard dearly, and always thought it the best point in uncle Christopher that he was so fond of him. I knew, you know, that it was no use. Of course I knew it, as I understood all about – somebody else. But Bernard is his pet.’
‘He’s fond of you all, in his own way,’ said Mrs Dale.
‘But is he fond of you? – that’s the question,’ said Lily. ‘We could have forgiven him anything done to us, and have put up with any words he might have spoken to us, because he regards us as children. His giving a hundred a year to Bell won’t make you comfortable in this house if he still domineers over you. If a neighbour be neighbourly, near neighbourhood is very nice. But uncle Christopher has not been neighbourly. He has wanted to be more than an uncle to us, on condition that he might be less than a brother to you. Bell and I have always felt that his regard on such terms was not worth having.’
‘I almost feel that we have been wrong,’ said Mrs Dale; ‘but in truth I never thought that the matter would be to him one of so much moment.’
When Bell had gone, Mrs Dale and Lily were not disposed to continue with much energy the occupation on which they had all been employed for some days past. There had been life and excitement in the work when they had first commenced their packing, but now it was grown wearisome, dull, and distasteful. Indeed so much of it was done that but little was left to employ them, except those final strappings and fastenings, and that last collection of odds and ends which could not be accomplished till they were absolutely on the point of starting. The squire had said that unpacking would be easier than packing, and Mrs Dale, as she wandered about among the hampers and cases, began to consider whether the task of restoring all the things to their old places would be very disagreeable. She said nothing of this to Lily, and Lily herself, whatever might be her thoughts, made no such suggestion to her mother.
‘I think Hopkins will miss us more than anyone else,’ she said. ‘Hopkins will have no one to scold.’
Just at that moment Hopkins appeared at the parlour window, and signified his desire for a conference.
‘You must come round,’ said Lily. ‘It’s too cold for the window to be opened. I always like to get him into the house, because he feels himself a little abashed by the chairs and tables; or, perhaps, it is the carpet that is too much for him. Out on the gravel-walks he is such a terrible tyrant, and in the greenhouse he almost tramples upon one!’
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