Mr. Hawkehurst did not deign to notice this remark.
"Do be reasonable, Sheldon," he said. "You ask me to do what my sense of right will not permit me to do, and you ask me that which I fully believe to be impossible. I cannot for a moment imagine that any persuasion of mine would induce Charlotte to consent to a secret marriage, after your brother"s fair and liberal conduct."
"Of course not," cried George, with savage impatience; "that"s my brother Phil all over. He is so honourable, so plain and straightforward in all his dealings, that he would get the best of Lucifer himself in a bargain. I tell you, Hawkehurst, you don"t know how deep he is--as deep as the bottomless pit, by Jove! His very generosity makes me all the more afraid of him. I don"t understand his game. If he consented to your marriage in order to get rid of Charlotte, he would let you marry her off-hand; but instead of doing that, he makes conditions which must delay your marriage for years.
There is the point that bothers me."
"You had better pursue your own course, without reference to me or my marriage with Miss Halliday," said Valentine.
"That is exactly what I must do. I can"t leave the Haygarth estate to the mercy of Tom, d.i.c.k, and Harry, while you try to earn thirty pounds a month by scribbling for the magazines. I must make my bargain with Philip instead of with you, and I can tell you that you"ll be the loser by the transaction."
"I don"t quite see that."
"Perhaps not. You see, you don"t quite understand my brother Phil. If this money gets into his hands, be sure some of it will stick to them."
"Why should the money get into his hand?"
"Because, so long as Charlotte Halliday is under his roof, she is, to a certain extent, under his authority. And then, I tell you again, there is no calculating the depth of that man. He has thrown dust in your eyes already. He will make that poor girl believe him the most disinterested of mankind."
"You can warn her."
"Yes; as I have warned you. To what purpose? You are inclined to believe in Phil rather than to believe in me, and you will be so inclined to the end of the chapter. You remember that man Palmer, at Rugely, who used to go to church, and take the sacrament?"
"Yes; of course I remember that case. What of him?"
"Why, people believed in him, you know, and thought him a jolly good fellow, up to the time when they discovered that he had poisoned a few of his friends in a quiet gentlemanly way."
Mr. Hawkehurst smiled at the irrelevance of this remark. He could not perceive the connection of ideas between Palmer the Rugely poisoner, and Philip Sheldon the stockbroker.
"That was an extreme case," he said.
"Yes; of course that was an extreme case," answered George, carelessly.
"Only it goes far to prove that a man may be gifted with a remarkable genius for throwing dust in the eyes of his fellow-creatures."
There was no further disputation between the lawyer and Valentine.
George Sheldon began to understand that a secret marriage was not to be accomplished in the present position of affairs.
"I am half inclined to suspect that Phil knows something about that money," he said presently, "and is playing some artful game of his own."
"In that case your better policy would be to take the initiative,"
answered Valentine.
"I have no other course."
"And will Charlotte know--will she know that I have been concerned in this business?" asked Valentine, growing very pale all of sudden. He was thinking how mean he must appear in Miss Halliday"s eyes, if she came to understand that he had known her to be John Haygarth"s heiress at the time he won from her the sweet confession of her love. "Will she ever believe how pure and true my love has been, if she comes to know this?" he asked himself despairingly, while George Sheldon deliberated in silence for a few moments.
"She need know nothing until the business comes to a head," replied George at last. "You see, there may be no resistance on the part of the Crown lawyers; and, in that case, Miss Halliday will get her rights after a moderate amount of delay. But if they choose to dispute her claim, it will be quite another thing--Halliday _versus_ the Queen, and so on--with no end of swell Q.O."s against us. In the latter case you"ll have to put all your adventures at Ullerton and Huxter"s Cross into an affidavit, and Miss H. must know everything."
"Yes; and then she will think--ah, no; I do not believe she can misunderstand me, come what may."
"All doubt and difficulty might be avoided if you would manage a marriage on the quiet off-hand," said George. "I tell you again that I cannot do that; and that, even if it were possible, I would not attempt it."
"So be it. You elect to ride the high horse; take care that magnificent animal doesn"t give you an ugly tumble."
"I can take my chance."
"And I must take my chance against that brother of mine. The winning cards are all in my own hand this time, and it will be uncommonly hard if he gets the best of me."
On this the two gentlemen parted. Valentine went to look at a bachelor"s lodging in the neighbourhood of the Edgeware-road, which he had seen advertised in that morning"s Times; and George Sheldon started for Bayswater, where he was always sure of a dinner and a liberal allowance of good wine from the hospitality of his prosperous kinsman.
CHAPTER VII.
MR. SHELDON IS PRUDENT.
Valentine found the apartments near the Edgeware-road in every manner eligible. The situation was midway between his reading-room in Great Russell-street and the abode of his delight--a half-way house on the road between business and pleasure. The terms were very moderate, the rooms airy and pleasant; so he engaged them forthwith, his tenancy to commence at the end of the following week; and having settled this matter, he went back to Omega-street, bent on dissolving partnership with the Captain in a civil but decided manner.
A surprise, and a very agreeable one, awaited him at Chelsea. He found the sitting-room strewn with Captain Paget"s personal property, and the Captain on his knees before a portmanteau, packing.
"You"re just in time to give me a hand, Val," he said in his most agreeable manner. "I begin to find out my age when I put my poor old bones into abnormal att.i.tudes. I daresay packing a trunk or two will be only child"s-play to you."
"I"ll pack half a dozen trunks if you like," replied Valentine. "But what is the meaning of this sudden move? I did not know you were going to leave town."
"Neither did I when you and I breakfasted together. I got an unexpected offer of a very decent position abroad this morning; a kind of agency, that will be much better than the hand-to-mouth business I"ve been doing lately."
"What kind of agency, and where?"
"Well, so far as I can make out at present, it is something in the steam navigation way. My head-quarters will be at Rouen." "Rouen! Well, it"s a pleasant lively old city enough, and as mediaeval as one of Sir Walter"s novels, provided they haven"t Haussmanised it by this time. I am very glad to hear you have secured a comfortable berth."
"And I am not sorry to leave England, Yal," answered the Captain, in rather a mournful tone.
"Why not?"
"Because I think it"s time you and I parted company. Our a.s.sociation begins to be rather disadvantageous to you, Val. We"ve had our ups and downs together, and we"ve got on very pleasantly, take it for all in all. But now that you"re settling down as a literary man, engaged to that young woman, hand-in-glove with Philip Sheldon, and so on, I think it"s time for me to take myself off. I"m not wanted; and sooner or later I should begin to feel myself in the way."
The Captain grew quite pathetic as he said this; and little pangs of remorse shot through Valentine"s heart as he remembered how eager he had been to rid himself of this Old Man of the Mountain. And here was the poor old creature offering to take himself out of the way of his own accord.
Influenced by this touch of remorse, Mr. Hawkehurst held out his hand, and grasped that of his comrade and patron.
"I hope you may do well, in some--comfortable kind of business," he said heartily. That adjective "comfortable" was a hasty subst.i.tute for the adjective "honest," which had been almost on his lips as he uttered his friendly wish. He was too well disposed to all the world not to feel profound pity for this white-headed old man, who for so many years had eaten the bread of rogues and scoundrels.
"Come," he cried cheerily, "I"ll take all the packing off your hands, Captain; and we"ll eat our last dinner and drink our last bottle of sparkling together at my expense, at any place you please to name."
"Say Blanchard"s," replied Horatio Paget. "I like a corner-window, looking out upon the glare and bustle of Regent-street. It reminds one just a little of the Maison Doree and the boulevard. We"ll drink Charlotte Halliday"s health, Val, in b.u.mpers. She"s a charming young person, and I only wish she were an heiress, for your sake."
The eyes of the two men met as the Captain said this; and there was a twinkle in the cold gray orbs of that gentleman which had a very unpleasant effect upon Valentine.