"So I should hope!" retorted the Viscount. "Don"t try to bamboozle me into thinking you"re in your dotage, and are likely to stick your spoon in the wall at any moment, because I know to a day how old you are, sir!"
The Earl, apostrophizing him as an impudent whipster, told him that if he thought he could talk in such an improper style to his father he would very soon learn how mistaken he was; but he was secretly rather pleased, as he always was (except when his temper was exacerbated by gout) when any of his sons showed themselves to be full of what he called proper s.p.u.n.k. So, having, for form"s sake, read the Viscount a brief scold, he bade him sit down, and tell him what he had been doing since he was last at Wolversham.
"That"s what I"ve come to do," said the Viscount. "And since I"ve no more liking for beating about the bush than you have, sir, I"ll tell you at once that I"ve driven over from Inglehurst, where I learned of your visit there."
"I thought as much!" said the Earl. "Come to beg me to help you out of this sc.r.a.pe you"ve got yourself into, have you?"
"No, nothing of that sort," responded Desford. "Merely to give you a round tale, which-since I understand you learned by way of the backstairs of Cherry Steane"s presence at Inglehurst, and that it was I who took her there-I"m tolerably certain you haven"t yet heard."
"I"m well aware of that!" said his father, his eyes kindling. "And before you say any more, Desford, let me tell you that I set no store by servants"
gossip-least of all when it concerns any of my sons!"
The Viscount smiled at him. "Of course you don"t, sir. But it did send you to Inglehurst to discover what I had been doing to give rise to such gossip, didn"t it? I don"t blame you: it must have seemed to you that I was up to my chin in some devilish havey-cavey doings. Hetta could have told you why I placed Cherry in her care, but she says you didn"t ask her any questions at all."
"Do you imagine that I would ask her, or anyone else, prying questions about my sons?" demanded the Earl, bristling. "Upon my word, Desford, if that"s the opinion you hold of me you have gone your length!"
"I know you far too well, Papa, to hold any such opinion," replied the Viscount imperturbably. "For which reason I"ve thought it best to open the whole budget to you myself."
"Then cut line and do sol" commanded his father sternly.
Thus encouraged, Desford disclosed to him, in unvarnished terms, the history of the past two weeks. The Earl listened to him in silence, and with a frown drawing his brows together over his hard, piercing eyes. It did not relax when the Viscount came to the end of his recital, but all he said was: "In the briars, aren"t you?"
"I may be in the briars," retorted Desford, "but I"m not at Point Non-Plus, sir, believe me!"
The Earl grunted, "What do you mean to do if this school-dame you talk about don"t come up to scratch?"
"Try a fresh cast!"
The Earl grunted again, and his frown deepened. After a long pause, during which he bore all the appearance of being engaged in a struggle with himself, he said, as though the words were being forced out of him: "You"re of age, you"re independent of me, you can please yourself, but-I beg of you, Desford, don"t think yourself obliged, in honour, to marry the girl!"
The Viscount said gently: "I don"t think it, sir, for I have in no way compromised her. But I do think that I am bound, in honour, to befriend her."
His father nodded, but said, in sudden exasperation: "I wish to G.o.d you had left Sophronia"s house an hour earlier!"
"Well," said Desford, with a twisted smile, "between ourselves, sir, so do I! At least-No, I don"t wish it, when I think of what might have befallen that pretty, foolish child if I hadn"t overtaken her on the road.
But I certainly wish I hadn"t accepted my aunt"s invitation to stay at Hazelfield!"
"No good ever yet came from crying over spilt milk, so we"ll leave that! You"ve got yourself into a rare b.u.mble-bath, but it might have been worse." He pulled his snuff-box out of his pocket, and helped himself to a pinch. He then said abruptly: "I"ve met the girl. I don"t scruple to own to you that I went over to Inglehurst for that purpose, and I"m glad I did, for I saw at a glance that she isn"t the sort of highflyer you dangle after."
Desford laughed. "Pray, sir, how do you know what sort of highflyers I dangle after?"
"I know more than you think, my boy!" said his lordship, grimly pleased with himself. "When I first heard of this business, I was afraid you"d lost your head over the girl, and meant to become riveted to her.
You wouldn"t have taken a lightskirt to the Silverdales. And if you were meaning to become a tenant-for-life you wouldn"t have brought her here, for you know well I"d do my utmost to prevent your marrying into that family! Another possibility was that she"d snared you-Yes, yes, I know you"ve plenty of rumgumption, but wiser men than you have been trapped by designing females! To tell you the truth, I was prepared to buy her off, but I cut my wisdoms before you were born, and it didn"t take me more than a couple of minutes to realize that she was nothing but a schoolroom miss-pretty enough, but not your style of female, and d.a.m.ned shy into the bargain! So now, Desford, perhaps you"ll have the goodness to tell me why you didn"t bring her here, instead of planting her on Lady Silverdale?"
The Viscount, who had foreseen that this question would sooner or later be shot at him, flung up a hand, in the gesture of a fencer acknowledging a hit, and said, with a comical look of guilt: "Peccavi, Papa! I didn"t dare to!"
His father gave a crack of laughter, which he instantly suppressed, saying: "I suppose I must consider it some comfort that in spite of your faults you are at least honest! I collect you dared not bring her here for fear that I might be so lost to all sense of propriety as to have driven the pair of you out of the house. Much obliged to you, Desford!"
"Papa, how can you rip up at me so unkindly?" said Desford reproachfully. "I thought nothing of the sort-as well you know!-but I did think that it would make you as cross as crabs if I saddled you and Mama with Wilfred Steane"s daughter. If you tell me that I was wrong, I have nothing to do but to beg your pardon for having so wickedly misjudged you-but was I wrong, sir?"
The Earl eyed him in fulminating silence for several minutes, but at last replied, in the voice of one driven into the last ditch: "No, d.a.m.n you!"
"If I"m honest," said Desford, smiling at him, "it"s an inherited virtue, sir!"
"Mawworm!" said his lordship, concealing under this opprobrious word his gratification. "Don"t think you can flummery me!" He then palliated his severity by saying, after a reflective moment: "Well, well, I don"t mean to pinch at you, so we"ll say no more on that head! All I will say is that if you find yourself at the end of your rope over this business come to me! I may be outdated, and gout-ridden, but I still know one point more than the devil!"
"Several points more than the devil, sir!" said Desford. "I should most certainly come to you if I reached the end of my rope."
His lordship nodded, apparently satisfied, for the next thing he said was: "To think of old Nettlecombe"s having fallen into parson"s mousetrap at his time of life! Did you say that he"d married his housekeeper?"
Thus it came about that when Lady Wroxton entered the library half-an-hour later she found father and son on the best of good terms.
Indeed, the first sound she heard when she opened the door was a shout of laughter from Desford, to whom his father was describing, in highly coloured terms, what had been his own experiences in Harrowgate. She was not very much surprised; for she had considerable faith in Desford"s ability to deal with his father, and she knew that however violently her lord might deny the imputation, Desford was the son nearest to his heart.
My lord greeted her genially, saying: "Ah, here you are, my lady! Now, come in, and tell Desford if I wasn"t poisoned by those stinking waters at Harrowgate!"
"Well, they certainly made you extremely sick," she said. "But you only drank a very small quant.i.ty, you know, and there"s no saying that they wouldn"t have done you good if only we could have prevailed upon you to persevere." As she spoke, she warmly embraced Desford, who had risen at her entrance, and had crossed the floor towards her, to put his arms round her in a breath-taking hug. She kissed him, but pinched his chin as well, saying, as she looked lovingly up into his handsome face: "So now you"ve turned into a knight-errant, I hear! What next will you do, dearest?"
He laughed, but my lord said that he forbade her to give the boy a scold. "He has made a clean breast of the affair to me, my love, and I have said all that was necessary, so there"s an end to it! No one," he added, with absolute conviction, "can say that I am one to ride grub!"
"No, my dear," she said gravely, but with Desford"s smile lurking in her eyes. She let Desford lead her to a chair, and gave his hand a little squeeze before she let it go, and said: "I had a comfortable cose with Hetta, Ashley, and I collect, from what she told me, that your protegee is a very amiable and well-conducted girl, which, I own, surprised me, and makes me think her mama must have had more delicacy of principle than one would have supposed-recalling the circ.u.mstances of her marriage-for Wilfred Steane had no principles at all. It seems that Lady Silverdale has taken a great fancy to her, and is much inclined to invite her to stay at Inglehurst, but Hetta thinks it will not answer."
"I know she does, ma"am, and I agree with her."
"A pity," she said, in her calm way. "However, I daresay Hetta is right.
So what do you mean to do with the poor little creature?"
He told her what his plan was, and she accepted it, merely saying that if any other recommendation of Cherry to a possible employer than Miss Fletching"s was needed, she would be very happy to supply it. After that no more was said on the subject, my lord demanding to know what she thought of old Nettlecombe"s being trapped into marriage by his housekeeper, and bidding Desford tell her all about his Harrowgate adventures.
Nothing occurred to mar the harmony of the evening, and when his lordship said goodnight to Desford outside his bedroom, he was in perfect charity with him, partly because he was so much relieved to know that his heir was not contemplating matrimony with the daughter of a man whom he had no hesitation in saying was the greatest rascal he had ever known, and partly because he had succeeded in winning two out of the three rubbers of picquet he had played with him.
Before he left for London on the following day Desford was able to have some private conversation with his mother, while Lord Wroxton was engaged with his bailiff. She took him to see the improvements she had made in the rose-garden, and as they strolled down the walks together he asked her, lifting a quizzical eyebrow at her, whether he had her to thank for the welcome accorded to him by his father.
"No, no, Ashley! I didn"t utter a word in your defence!" she a.s.sured him. "Indeed, I said I would never have believed it of you, and was never more shocked in my life!"
"What a very sure card you are, Mama!" he said appreciatively. "In fact, I did owe my pardon to you!"
She smiled, but shook her head. "You may always be sure of his pardon, my dear, however much you may have vexed him. But perhaps you might not have won it as quickly if I had been so gooseish as to have tried to plead your cause, for nothing, you know, makes Papa more obstinate than opposition, and he was very angry. You"ll own that he can scarcely be blamed! The intelligence that his eldest son had apparently formed a close connection with a member of a family which he holds in the greatest contempt came as a severe shock to him."
He nodded, grimacing. "Yes, I knew he would fly up into the boughs if he heard that I was having any dealings whatsoever with a Steane, which was why I hoped he never would hear of it. Do you wonder why I took her to Hetta, instead of bringing her here? It wasn"t that I doubted your understanding of the case, I promise you! But his I did! Recollect, too, Mama, that I was already in his black books! He told me, on the occasion of my last visit, that he didn"t wish to see my face again, and, from what Simon told me, when I ran smash into him at Inglehurst on the day I took Cherry there, his temper had not improved!"
"Alas, no!" she sighed. "Poor Simon! I was so sorry for him, and he bore it all so patiently! But I was sorry for Papa too, because whenever he rakes any of you down, and says things he doesn"t in the least mean, he is always thrown into gloom afterwards, and wishes he hadn"t been so mifty. Not, of course, that he would admit it-though he did say after your last visit, dearest, that if you supposed he meant it when he told you he never wanted to see your face again you must be a bigger mutton-head than he had thought possible. He a.s.sured me that there was no occasion for me to worry about it, since he hadn"t a doubt you"d come back very shortly-not that he cared a rush how long you stayed away! So you must never think that he doesn"t hold you in affection!"
He burst out laughing. "Proof positive, Mama!" "Well, of course it is!
You know his way, Ashley! He would think it shocking weakness to betray to any of you how dearly he loves you! But I must say that nothing could have been more unfortunate than that you and Simon should have chanced to pay us visits at just that time. He was sadly out of frame, you know, not only because his gout was paining him so much, but because the new medicine which had been prescribed for him didn"t suit his const.i.tution at all. I"m bound to say that it did do his gout good, which was why he persevered with it, but it had a very lowering effect on him, so that I was glad when our good doctor subst.i.tuted for it a diet-drink of dock-roots, which suits him much better." She smiled, and said: "But seeing you, and having made his peace with you, will have done him more good than all the medicines in the world."
He glanced quickly down at her. "Is that a hint to me that it"s my duty to make Wolversham my headquarters, ma"am? I have a great regard for my father-indeed, I think few men have a better father!-but I couldn"t live with him!"
"Well, I don"t think he could live with you either," she replied composedly. "You would be certain to rub against each other, for you are both so dreadfully determined! You have only to go on in just the same way, giving us a look-in every now and then, and as long as you don"t give him cause to suspect you of being on the brink of an imprudent marriage he will be very well pleased with you!"
"He need never fear, ma"am, that I could ever be so lost to all sense of what I owe not only to him, but to my name as well, as to do anything that would make him regard me as a-oh, as a broken feather in the Carrington wing!"
She smiled a little at that. "No, my dear: I am very sure he need not!
And if you had wished to marry Miss Steane he would have tried to make the best of it, however disappointed he would have been, for he didn"t dislike her, and he certainly didn"t think her a designing girl.
Indeed, he told me that he found it hard to believe she was Wilfred Steane"s child! And, you know, dearest, even if he had taken her in the most violent dislike, and you had married her in the teeth of his opposition, he wouldn"t have disowned you! No matter what any of you did, or how angry he was, that is something which he would never do, for it is wholly against his principles."
"Yes, I know it is," Desford agreed, a smile of affectionate amus.e.m.e.nt warming his eyes. "We all do-and it is what makes it quite impossible for any of us to do anything which we know would wound him to the heart! And it is also what makes him such an excellent parent! Horry nicked the nick when he told me, once, that, for his part, Papa (in one of his tantrums) was at liberty to lay anything he liked to his dish, because he could be depended on, in the last resort, to stand buff in defence of his sons!"
"Ah, you do know that, Ashley!" Lady Wroxton said, giving his arm an eloquent squeeze.
"Of course I do, Mama!" he said rea.s.suringly. "But what a funny one he is! At one moment he can say that Wilfred Steane deserved to be disowned, and at the next give the cut direct to Nettlecombe for having done it!"
"For shame!" said Lady Wroxton, but with a quivering lip. "How dare you speak so improperly? You have quite misunderstood the matter!
Naturally Papa said that, because it was perfectly true; but, in his opinion, Lord Nettlecombe behaved in a manner unworthy of a father, and that was true too! So there was nothing inconsistent in his having condemned both of them, and I will not permit you to call him a funny one!"
"Now that you have explained the matter to me, Mama, I perceive that I was quite beside the bridge to have done so," he replied.
She was not deceived by his air of grave remorse, but said, with an involuntary chuckle: "Quite beside it, wicked, odious, impertinent boy that you are!" She paused, and removed her hand from his arm to nip off a withered rose from one of the standards. "By the by, do you remember my telling you about Mr Cary Nethercott? Old Mr Bourne"s nephew, I mean, who lately came into the property?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, merely that I met him, when Papa and I drove over to Inglehurst!
I never had, you know, so-"
"Met him at Inglehurst, did you? I suppose he called there to give Lady Silverdale some journal to read! Or had he another excuse?"
Startled by the sardonic note in his voice, she shot a quick glance at him, before answering with her usual calm: "My dear, how should I know? He was there when we arrived, sitting on the terrace with Hetta and Miss Steane, so what excuse he may have made for his visit I haven"t a notion-if he made any! I formed the impression that he stands on such friendly terms with the Silverdales that he is free to drop in at Inglehurst whenever he chooses."
"Runs tame there, does he? How Hetta can tolerate such a prosy fellow I shall never know!"
"Oh, you"ve met him then?" she said.
"I should rather think I have! I trip over him every time I go to Inglehurst!"
"And you don"t like him? I thought him a pleasant, well-conducted man."
"Well, I think him a dead bore!" said Desford.
She returned an indifferent answer, and almost immediately turned the subject, repressing, with a strong effort, a burning desire to pursue it.
The Viscount set out for London after partaking of a light luncheon, sped on his way by a recommendation from his father to post off to Bath first thing next day, and not to lie abed till all hours ("as you lazy young scamps like to do!"), because the sooner he finished with "this business"
the better it would be for all concerned in it.
"For once, sir, I am in complete agreement with you!" returned the Viscount, a laugh in his eyes. "So much so that I shall sleep at Speenhamland tonight!"
"Oh, you will, will you? At the Pelican, no doubt!" said his lordship, with awful sarcasm.
"But of course, Papa! Where else should one put up on the Bath road?"
"I might have guessed you would choose the most expensive house in the country to honour with your patronage!" said the Earl. "When I was your age, Desford, I couldn"t have stood the nonsense, let me tell you!
But I had no bird-witted great-aunt to leave her fortune to me! Oh, well, it"s no concern of mine how you waste the ready, but don"t come to me when you find yourself in Dun Territory!"
"No, no, you"d disown me, wouldn"t you, sir? I shouldn"t dare!" said the Viscount, audaciously quizzing him.
"Be off with you, wastrel!" commanded his austere parent.
But when the Viscount"s chaise had disappeared from sight he turned to nod at his wife, and to say: "This business has done him a deal of good, my lady! I own that I was a trifle put out when I first got wind of it, but there was never the least need for you to think he"d been caught by some designing hussy!"
"No, my dear," meekly agreed his life"s companion.
"Of course it was no such thing! Not but what it was a lunk-headed thing to have done-However, I shall say no more on that head! The thing is that for the first time in his life he has a wolf by the ears, and he ain"t running shy! He"s ready to stand buff, and, damme, I"m proud of him! Sound as a roast, my lady! Now, if only he would settle down-form an attachment to some eligible female-I"d hand Hartleigh over to him!"
"An excellent scheme!" said Lady Wroxton. "How delightful it will be, my love, to see Ashley where you and I lived until your father deceased!"
"Ay, but when?" responded his lordship gloomily. "That is the question, Maria!"
"Not so very long, I fancy!" said Lady Wroxton, with a smothered laugh.
CHAPTER 12.
While the Viscount was impatiently awaiting the fashioning of a tyre to fit the wheel of his chaise, his youngest brother had been half-way back to London from Newmarket, with one of his chief cronies seated beside him in his curricle. Both gentlemen were in excellent spirits, having enjoyed a most profitable sojourn at Newmarket. Mr Carrington, in fact, was appreciably plumper in the pocket than his friend, for when, having boldly wagered his all on the Viscount"s tip, and watched Mopsqueezer gallop home a length ahead of his closest rival, he had seen that a horse named Brother Benefactor was running in the last race he had instantly, ignoring the earnest pleas of his well-wishers not to be such a gudgeon, backed this animal to the tune of a hundred pounds. As it won by a head at the handsome price of ten-to-one, he left the course in high fettle, and with his pockets bulging with rolls of soft, one of which was considerably diminished at the end of the evening which he spent in entertaining several of his intimates to a sumptuous dinner at the White Hart.
Having a hard head and a resilient const.i.tution, he arose on the following day feeling (as he himself expressed it) only a trifle off the hinges, and in unimpaired good spirits. The same could not have been said of his companion, whose appearance caused Simon to exclaim: "Lord, Philip, you look as blue as a razor!"
"I"ve got a devilish headache!" replied the sufferer, eyeing him with loathing.
"That"s all right, old fellow!" said Simon encouragingly. "You"ll be in a capital way as soon as you get out into the fresh air! Nothing like a drive on a fine, windy day to pluck a man up!"