"Consols are your "bonnets," papa," cried Charlotte, gaily; "I don"t think there is a day upon which you do not talk about their having gone up, or gone down, or gone somewhere."
After luncheon the lovers went for a walk in Kensington-gardens, with Diana Paget to play propriety. "You will come with us, won"t you, dear Di?" pleaded Charlotte. "You have been looking pale and ill lately, and I am sure a walk will do you good."
Valentine seconded his liege lady"s request; and the three spent a couple of hours pacing briskly to and fro in the lonelier parts of the gardens, leaving the broad walks for the c.o.c.kneys, who mustered strong upon this seasonable Christmas afternoon.
For two out of those three that wintry walk was rapture only too fleeting. For the third it was pa.s.sive endurance. The agonies that had but lately rent Diana"s breast when she had seen those two together no longer tortured her. The scorpion sting was beginning to lose its venomous power. She suffered still, but her suffering was softened by resignation. There is a limit to the capacity for pain in every mind.
Diana had borne her share of grief; she had, in Homeric phrase, satiated herself with anguish and tears; and to those sharp throes and bitter torments there had succeeded a pa.s.sive sense of sorrow that was almost peace.
"I have lost him," she said to herself. "Life can never bring me much joy; but I should be worse than weak if I spent my existence in the indulgence of my sorrow. I should be one of the vilest wretches upon this earth if I could not teach myself to witness the happiness of my friend without repining."
Miss Paget had not arrived at this frame of mind without severe struggles. Many times, in the long wakeful nights, in the slow, joyless days, she had said to herself, "Peace, peace, when there was no peace."
But at last the real peace, the true balm of Gilead, was given in answer to her prayers, and the weary soul tasted the sweetness of repose. She had wrestled with, and had vanquished, the demon.
To-day, as she walked beside the lovers, and listened to their happy frivolous talk, she felt like a mother who had seen the man she loved won from her by her own daughter, and who had resigned herself to the ruin of all her hopes for love of her child.
There was more genial laughter and pleasant converse at Mr. Sheldon"s dinner-table that evening than was usual at that hospitable board; but the stockbroker himself contributed little to the merriment of the party. He was quiet, and even thoughtful, and let the talk and laughter go by him without any attempt to take part in it. After dinner he went to his own room; while Valentine and the ladies sat round the fire in the orthodox Christmas manner, and after a good deal of discursive conversation, subsided into the telling of ghost-stories.
George Sheldon sat apart from the circle, turning over the books upon the table, or peering into a stereoscope with an evident sense of weariness. This kind of domestic evening was a manner of life which Mr.
Sheldon of Gray"s Inn denounced as "slow;" and he submitted himself to the endurance of it this evening only because he did not know where else to bestow his presence.
"I don"t think papa cares much about ghost-stories, does he, uncle George?" Charlotte asked, by way of saying something to the gentleman, who seemed so very dreary as he sat yawning over the books and stereoscopes.
"I don"t suppose he does, my dear."
"And do you think he believes in ghosts?" the young lady demanded, laughingly.
"No, I am sure he doesn"t," replied George, very seriously.
"Why, how seriously you say that!" cried Charlotte, a little startled by George Sheldon"s manner, in which there had been an earnestness not quite warranted by the occasion.
"I was thinking of your father--not my brother Phil. He died in Philip"s house, you know; and if Phil believed in ghosts, he would scarcely have liked living in that house afterwards, you see, and so on. But he went on living there for a twelvemonth longer. It seemed just as good as any other house to him, I suppose."
Hereupon Georgy dissolved into tears, and told the company how she had fled, heartbroken, from the house in which her first husband had died, immediately after the funeral.
"And I"m sure the gentlemanly manner in which your step-papa behaved during all that dreadful time, Charlotte, is beyond all praise,"
continued the lady, turning to her daughter; "so thoughtful, so kind, so patient. What I should have done if poor Tom"s illness had happened in a strange house, I don"t know. And I have no doubt that the new doctor, Mr. Burkham, did his duty, though his manner was not as decided as I should have wished."
"Mr. Burkham!" cried Valentine. "What Burkham is that? We"ve a member of the Ragam.u.f.fins called Burkham, a surgeon, who does a little in the literary line."
"The Mr. Burkham who attended my poor dear husband was a very young man," answered Georgy; "a fair man, with a fresh colour and a hesitating manner. I should have been so much better satisfied if he had been older."
"That is the man," said Valentine. "The Burkham I know is fresh-coloured and fair, and cannot be much over thirty."
"Are you and he particularly intimate?" asked George Sheldon, carelessly.
"O dear no, not at all. We speak to each other when we happen to meet--that"s all. He seems a nice fellow enough; and he evidently hasn"t much practice, or he couldn"t afford to be a Ragam.u.f.fin, and to write farces. He looks to me exactly the kind of modest deserving man who ought to succeed, and who so seldom does."
This was all that was said about Mr. Burkham; but there was no more talk of ghost-stories, and a temporary depression fell upon the little a.s.sembly. The memory of her father had always a saddening influence on Charlotte; and it needed many tender _sotto-voce_ speeches from Valentine to bring back the smiles to her fair young face.
The big electro-plated tea-tray and ma.s.sive silver teapot made their appearance presently, and immediately after came Mr. Sheldon.
"I want to have a little talk with you after tea, Hawkehurst," he said, as he took his own cup from Georgy"s hand, and proceeded to imbibe the beverage standing. "If you will come out into the garden and have a cigar, I can say all I have to say in a very few minutes; and then we can come in here for a rubber. Georgy is a very decent player; and my brother George plays as good a hand at whist as any man at the Conservative or the Reform."
Valentine"s heart sank within him. What could Mr. Sheldon want with a few minutes" talk, if not to revoke his gracious permission of some days before--the permission that had been accorded in ignorance of Charlotte"s pecuniary advantages? The young man looked very pale as he went to smoke his cigar in Mr. Sheldon"s garden. Charlotte followed him with anxious eyes, and wondered at the sudden gravity of his manner.
George Sheldon also was puzzled by his brother"s desire for a tete-a-tete.
"What new move is Phil going to make?" he asked himself. The two men lit their cigars, and got them well under weigh before Mr. Sheldon began to talk.
"When I gave my consent to receive you as Miss Halliday"s suitor, my dear Hawkehurst," he said, at last, "I told you that I was acting as very few men of the world would act, and I only told you the truth.
Since giving you that consent I have made a very startling discovery, and one that places me in quite a new position in regard to this matter."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, Mr. Hawkehurst, I have become aware of the fact that Miss Halliday, the girl whom I thought entirely dependent upon my generosity, is heir-at-law to a large fortune. You will, of course, perceive how entirely this alters the position of affairs."
"I do perceive," Valentine answered earnestly; "but I trust you will believe that I had not the faintest idea of Miss Halliday"s position when I asked her to be my wife. As to my love for her, I can scarcely tell you when that began; but I think it must have dated from the first hour in which I saw her, for I can remember no period at which I did _not_ love her."
"If I did not believe you superior to any mercenary motives, you would not have been under my roof to-day, Mr. Hawkehurst," said the stockbroker, with extreme gravity. "The discovery of my stepdaughter"s position gives me no pleasure. Her claim to this wealth only increases my responsibility with regard to her, and responsibility is what I would willingly avoid. After all due deliberation, therefore, I have decided that this discovery need make no alteration in your position as Charlotte"s future husband. If you were worthy of her when she was without a fortune, you are not less worthy now."
"Mr. Sheldon," cried Valentine, with considerable emotion, "I did not expect so much generosity at your hands!"
"No," replied the stockbroker, "the popular idea of a business man is not particularly agreeable. I do not, however, pretend to anything like generosity; I wish to take a common-sense view of the affair, but not an illiberal one."
"You have shown so much generosity of feeling, that I can no longer sail under false colours," said Valentine, after a brief pause. "Until a day or two ago I was bound to secrecy by a promise made to your brother. But his communication of Miss Halliday"s rights to you sets me at liberty, and I must tell you that which may possibly cause you to withdraw your confidence."
Hereupon Mr. Hawkehurst revealed his share in the researches that had resulted in the discovery of Miss Halliday"s claim to a large fortune.
He entered into no details. He told Mr. Sheldon only that he had been the chief instrument in the bringing about of this important discovery.
"I can only repeat what I said just now," he added, in conclusion. "I have loved Charlotte Halliday from the beginning of our acquaintance, and I declared myself some days before I discovered her position. I trust this confession will in nowise alter your estimate of me."
"It would be a poor return for your candour if I were to doubt your voluntary statement, Hawkehurst," answered the stockbroker. "No; I shall not withdraw my confidence. And if your researches should ultimately lead to the advancement of my stepdaughter, there will be only poetical justice in your profiting more or less by that advancement. In the mean tune we cannot take matters too quietly. I am not a sanguine person, and I know how many hearts have been broken by the High Court of Chancery. This grand discovery of yours may result in nothing but disappointment and waste of money, or it may end as pleasantly as my brother and you seem to expect. All I ask is, that poor Charlotte"s innocent heart may not be tortured by a small lifetime of suspense. Let her be told nothing that can create hope in the present or disappointment in the future. She appears to be perfectly happy in her present position, and it would be worse than folly to disturb her by vague expectations that may never be realised. She will have to make affidavits, and so on, by-and-by, I daresay; and when that time comes she must be told there is some kind of suit pending in which she is concerned. But she need not be told how nearly that suit concerns her, or the extent of her alleged claim. You see, my dear sir, I have seen so much of this sort of thing, and the misery involved in it, that I may be forgiven if I am cautious."
This was putting the whole affair in a new light. Until this moment Valentine had fancied that, the chain of evidence once established, Charlotte"s claim had only to be a.s.serted in order to place her in immediate possession of the Haygarth estate. But Mr. Sheldon"s cool and matter-of-fact discussion of the subject implied all manner of doubt and difficulty, and the Haygarthian thousands seemed carried away to the most remote and shadowy regions of Chanceryland, as by the waves of some legal ocean.
"And you really think it would be better not to tell Charlotte?"
"I am sure of it. If you wish to preserve her from all manner of worry and annoyance, you will take care to keep her in the dark until the affair is settled--supposing it ever should be settled. I have known such an affair to outlast the person interested."
"You take a very despondent view of the matter."
"I take a practical view of it. My brother George is a monomaniac on the next-of-kin subject."
"I cannot quite reconcile myself to the idea of concealing the truth from Charlotte."
"That is because you do not know the world as well as I do," answered Mr. Sheldon, coolly.
"I cannot imagine that the idea of this claim would have any disturbing influence upon her," Valentine argued, thoughtfully. "She is the last person in the world to care about money."
"Perhaps so. But there is a kind of intoxication in the idea of a large fortune--an intoxication that no woman of Charlotte"s age could stand against. Tell her that she has a claim to considerable wealth, and from that moment she will count upon the possession of that wealth, and shape all her plans for the future upon that basis. "When I get my fortune, I will do this, that, and the other." _That_ is what she will be continually saying to herself; and by-and-by, when the affair results in failure, as it very likely will, there will remain a sense of disappointment which will last for a lifetime, and go far to embitter all the ordinary pleasures of her existence."