"Let him try it--let him bring it into court!"
We had emerged into the great hall and stood facing the main doorway.
The door was open into the portico, through the stone archway of which I saw the garden glitter in the blue light of a full moon. As the master of the house uttered the words I have just repeated my companion came slowly up into the porch from without, bareheaded, bright in the outer moonlight, dark in the shadow of the archway, and bright again in the lamplight at the entrance of the hall. As he crossed the threshold the butler made an appearance at the head of the staircase on our left, faltering visibly a moment at sight of Mr. Searle; after which, noting my friend, he gravely descended. He bore in his hand a small silver tray. On the tray, gleaming in the light of the suspended lamp, lay a folded note. Clement Searle came forward, staring a little and startled, I think, by some quick nervous prevision of a catastrophe. The butler applied the match to the train. He advanced to my fellow visitor, all solemnly, with the offer of his missive. Mr. Searle made a movement as if to spring forward, but controlled himself. "Tottenham!" he called in a strident voice.
"Yes, sir!" said Tottenham, halting.
"Stand where you are. For whom is that note?"
"For Mr. Clement Searle," said the butler, staring straight before him and dissociating himself from everything.
"Who gave it to you?"
"Mrs. Horridge, sir." This personage, I afterwards learned, was our friend the housekeeper.
"Who gave it Mrs. Horridge?"
There was on Tottenham"s part just an infinitesimal pause before replying.
"My dear sir," broke in Searle, his equilibrium, his ancient ease, completely restored by the crisis, "isn"t that rather my business?"
"What happens in my house is my business, and detestable things seem to be happening." Our host, it was clear, now so furiously detested them that I was afraid he would s.n.a.t.c.h the bone of contention without more ceremony. "Bring me that thing!" he cried; on which Tottenham stiffly moved to obey.
"Really this is too much!" broke out my companion, affronted and helpless.
So indeed it struck me, and before Mr. Searle had time to take the note I possessed myself of it. "If you"ve no consideration for your sister let a stranger at least act for her." And I tore the disputed object into a dozen pieces.
"In the name of decency, what does this horrid business mean?" my companion quavered.
Mr. Searle was about to open fire on him, but at that moment our hostess appeared on the staircase, summoned evidently by our high-pitched contentious voices. She had exchanged her dinner-dress for a dark wrapper, removed her ornaments and begun to disarrange her hair, a thick tress of which escaped from the comb. She hurried down with a pale questioning face. Feeling distinctly that, for ourselves, immediate departure was in the air, and divining Mr. Tottenham to be a person of a few deep-seated instincts and of much latent energy, I seized the opportunity to request him, sotto voce, to send a carriage to the door without delay. "And put up our things," I added.
Our host rushed at his sister and grabbed the white wrist that escaped from the loose sleeve of her dress. "What was in that note?" he quite hissed at her.
Miss Searle looked first at its scattered fragments and then at her cousin. "Did you read it?"
"No, but I thank you for it!" said Searle.
Her eyes, for an instant, communicated with his own as I think they had never, never communicated with any other source of meaning; then she transferred them to her brother"s face, where the sense went out of them, only to leave a dull sad patience. But there was something even in this flat humility that seemed to him to mock him, so that he flushed crimson with rage and spite and flung her away. "You always were an idiot! Go to bed."
In poor Searle"s face as well the gathered serenity had been by this time all blighted and distorted and the reflected brightness of his happy day turned to blank confusion. "Have I been dealing these three hours with a madman?" he woefully cried.
"A madman, yes, if you will! A man mad with the love of his home and the sense of its stability. I"ve held my tongue till now, but you"ve been too much for me. Who the devil are you, and what and why and whence?"
the terrible little man continued. "From what paradise of fools do you come that you fancy I shall make over to you, for the asking, a part of my property and my life? I"m forsooth, you ridiculous person, to go shares with you? Prove your preposterous claim! There isn"t THAT in it!"
And he kicked one of the bits of paper on the floor.
Searle received this broadside gaping. Then turning away he went and seated himself on a bench against the wall and rubbed his forehead amazedly. I looked at my watch and listened for the wheels of our carriage.
But his kinsman was too launched to pull himself up. "Wasn"t it enough that you should have plotted against my rights? Need you have come into my very house to intrigue with my sister?"
My friend put his two hands to his face. "Oh, oh, oh!" he groaned while Miss Searle crossed rapidly and dropped on her knees at his side.
"Go to bed, you fool!" shrieked her brother.
"Dear cousin," she said, "it"s cruel you"re to have so to think of us!"
"Oh I shall think of YOU as you"d like!" He laid a hand on her head.
"I believe you"ve done nothing wrong," she brought bravely out.
"I"ve done what I could," Mr. Searle went on--"but it"s arrant folly to pretend to friendship when this abomination lies between us. You were welcome to my meat and my wine, but I wonder you could swallow them. The sight spoiled MY appet.i.te!" cried the master of Lackley with a laugh.
"Proceed with your trumpery case! My people in London are instructed and prepared."
"I shouldn"t wonder if your case had improved a good deal since you gave it up," I was moved to observe to Searle.
"Oho! you don"t feign ignorance then?" and our insane entertainer shook his shining head at me. "It"s very kind of you to give it up! Perhaps you"ll also give up my sister!"
Searle sat staring in distress at his adversary. "Ah miserable man--I thought we had become such beautiful friends."
"Boh, you hypocrite!" screamed our host.
Searle seemed not to hear him. "Am I seriously expected," he slowly and painfully pursued, "to defend myself against the accusation of any real indelicacy--to prove I"ve done nothing underhand or impudent? Think what you please!" And he rose, with an effort, to his feet. "I know what YOU think!" he added to Miss Searle.
The wheels of the carriage resounded on the gravel, and at the same moment a footman descended with our two portmanteaux. Mr. Tottenham followed him with our hats and coats.
"Good G.o.d," our host broke out again, "you"re not going away?"--an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n that, after all that had happened, had the grandest comicality. "Bless my soul," he then remarked as artlessly, "of course you"re going!"
"It"s perhaps well," said Miss Searle with a great effort, inexpressibly touching in one for whom great efforts were visibly new and strange, "that I should tell you what my poor little note contained."
"That matter of your note, madam," her brother interrupted, "you and I will settle together!"
"Let me imagine all sorts of kind things!" Searle beautifully pleaded.
"Ah too much has been imagined!" she answered simply. "It was only a word of warning. It was to tell you to go. I knew something painful was coming."
He took his hat. "The pains and the pleasures of this day," he said to his kinsman, "I shall equally never forget. Knowing you," and he offered his hand to Miss Searle, "has been the pleasure of pleasures. I hoped something more might have come of it."
"A monstrous deal too much has come of it!" Mr. Searle irrepressibly declared.
His departing guest looked at him mildly, almost benignantly, from head to foot, and then with closed eyes and some collapse of strength, "I"m afraid so, I can"t stand more," he went on. I gave him my arm and we crossed the threshold. As we pa.s.sed out I heard Miss Searle break into loud weeping.
"We shall hear from each other yet, I take it!" her brother pursued, hara.s.sing our retreat.
My friend stopped, turning round on him fiercely. "You very impossible man!" he cried in his face.
"Do you mean to say you"ll not prosecute?" Mr. Searle kept it up. "I shall force you to prosecute! I shall drag you into court, and you shall be beaten--beaten--beaten!" Which grim reiteration followed us on our course.
We drove of course to the little wayside inn from which we had departed in the morning so unenc.u.mbered, in all broad England, either with enemies or friends. My companion, as the carriage rolled along, seemed overwhelmed and exhausted. "What a beautiful horrible dream!" he confusedly wailed. "What a strange awakening! What a long long day! What a hideous scene! Poor me! Poor woman!" When we had resumed possession of our two little neighbouring rooms I asked him whether Miss Searle"s note had been the result of anything that had pa.s.sed between them on his going to rejoin her. "I found her on the terrace," he said, "walking restlessly up and down in the moonlight. I was greatly excited--I hardly know what I said. I asked her, I think, if she knew the story of Margaret Searle. She seemed frightened and troubled, and she used just the words her brother had used--"I know nothing." For the moment, somehow, I felt as a man drunk. I stood before her and told her, with great emphasis, how poor Margaret had married a beggarly foreigner--all in obedience to her heart and in defiance to her family. As I talked the sheeted moonlight seemed to close about us, so that we stood there in a dream, in a world quite detached. She grew younger, prettier, more attractive--I found myself talking all kinds of nonsense. Before I knew it I had gone very far. I was taking her hand and calling her "Margaret, dear Margaret!" She had said it was impossible, that she could do nothing, that she was a fool, a child, a slave. Then with a sudden sense--it was odd how it came over me there--of the reality of my connexion with the place, I spoke of my claim against the estate. "It exists," I declared, "but I"ve given it up. Be generous! Pay me for my sacrifice." For an instant her face was radiant. "If I marry you,"
she asked, "will it make everything right?" Of that I at once a.s.sured her--in our marriage the whole difficulty would melt away like a rain-drop in the great sea. "Our marriage!" she repeated in wonder; and the deep ring of her voice seemed to wake us up and show us our folly.
"I love you, but I shall never see you again," she cried; and she hurried away with her face in her hands. I walked up and down the terrace for some moments, and then came in and met you. That"s the only witchcraft I"ve used!"