"Ah, yes, so you did. I only know she frightened me. I really thought she was out of her mind, and that she was going to stick me with a knife, perhaps," said Mr. Longcluse, with a little laugh and a shrug.
Arden laughed, and puffed away at his cigar till he had it in a glow again. Was this explanation of what he had seen in Longcluse"s countenance--a picture presented but for a fraction of a second, but thenceforward ineffaceable--quite satisfactory?
In a short time Mr. Longcluse asked whether he could have a little brandy and water, which accordingly was furnished. In his first gla.s.s there was a great deal of brandy, and very little water indeed; and his second, sipped more at his leisure, was but little more diluted. A very faint flush tinged his pallid cheeks.
Richard Arden was, by this time, thinking of his own debts and ill-luck, and at last he said, "I wonder what the art of getting on in the world is. Is it communicable? or is it no art at all, but a simple run of luck?"
Mr. Longcluse smiled scornfully. "There are men who have immense faith in themselves," said he, "who have indomitable will, and who are provided with craft and pliancy for any situation. Those men are giants from the first to the last hour of action, unless, as happened to Napoleon, success enervates them. In the cradle, they strangle serpents; blind, they pull down palaces; old as Dandolo, they burn fleets and capture cities. It is only when they have taken to bragging that the _lues Napoleonica_ has set in. Now I have been, in a sense, a successful man--I am worth some money. If I were the sort of man I describe, I should be worth, if I cared for it, ten times what I have in as many years. But I don"t care to confess I made my money by flukes. If, having no tenderness, you have two attributes--profound cunning and perfect audacity--nothing can keep you back. I"m a common-place man, I say; but I know what const.i.tutes power. Life is a battle, and the general"s qualities win."
"I have not got the general"s qualities, I think; and I know I haven"t luck," said Arden; "so for my part I may as well drift, with as little trouble as may be, wherever the current drives. Happiness is not for all men."
"Happiness is for _no_ man," said Mr. Longcluse. And a little silence followed. "Now suppose a fellow has got more money than ever he dreamed of," he resumed, "and finds money, after all, not quite what he fancied, and that he has come to long for a prize quite distinct and infinitely more precious; so that he finds, at last, that he never can be happy for an hour without it, and yet, for all his longing and his pains, sees it is unattainable as that star." (He pointed to a planet that shone down through the skylight.) "Is that man happy? He carries with him, go where he may, an aching heart, the pangs of jealousy and despair, and the longing of the d.a.m.ned for Paradise. That is _my_ miserable case."
Richard Arden laughed, as he lighted his second cigar.
"Well, if that"s your case, you can"t be one of those giants you described just now. Women are not the obdurate and cruel creatures you fancy. They are proud, and vain, and unforgiving; but the misery and the perseverance of a lover const.i.tute a worship that first flatters and then wins them. Remember this, a woman finds it very hard to give up a worshipper, except for another. Now why should you despair? You are a gentleman, you are a clever fellow, an agreeable fellow; you are what is accounted a young man still, and you can make your wife rich. They all like that. It is not avarice, but pride. I don"t know the young lady, but I see no good reason why you should fail."
"I wish, Arden, I dare tell you all; but some day I"ll tell you more."
"The only thing is---- You"ll not mind my telling you, as you have been so frank with me?"
"Pray say whatever you think. I shall be ever so much obliged. I forget so many things about English manners and ways of thinking--I have lived so very much abroad. Should I be put up for a club?"
"Well, I should not mind a club just yet, till you know more people--quite time enough. But you must manage better. Why should those Jew fellows, and other people, who don"t hold, and never can, a position the least like yours, be among your acquaintance? You must make it a rule to drop all objectionable persons, and know none but good people.
Of course, when you are strong enough it doesn"t so much matter, provided you keep them at arm"s length. But you pa.s.sed your younger days abroad, as you say, and not being yet so well known here, you will have to be particular--don"t you see? A man is so much judged by his acquaintance; and, in fact, it is essential."
"A thousand thanks for any hints that strike you," said Longcluse good-humouredly.
"They sound frivolous; but these trifles have immense weight with women," said Arden. "By Jove!" he added, glancing at his watch, "we shall be late. Your trap is at the door--suppose we go?"
CHAPTER III.
MR. LONGCLUSE OPENS HIS HEART.
The old housekeeper had drawn near her window, and stood close to the pane, through which she looked out upon the star-lit night. The stars shine down over the foliage of huge old trees. Dim as shadows stand the horse and tax-cart that await Mr. Longcluse and Richard Arden, who now at length appear. The groom fixes the lamps, one of which shines full on Mr. Longcluse"s peculiar face.
"Ay--the voice; I could a" sworn to that," she muttered. "It went through me like a scythe. But that"s a strange face; and yet there"s summat in it, just a hint like, to call my thoughts out a-seeking up and down, and to and fro; and "twill not let me rest until I come to find the truth. Mace? No, no. Langly? Not he. Yet "twas summat _that night_, I think--summat awful. And who _was_ there? No one. Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord! for my heart is sore troubled."
Up jumped the groom. Mr. Longcluse had the reins in his hand, and he and his companion pa.s.sed swiftly by the window, and the flash of the lamps crossed the panelled walls of the housekeeper"s room. The light danced wildly from corner to corner of the wainscot, accompanied by the shadows of two geraniums in bow-pots on the window-stool. The lamps flew by, and she still stood there, with the palsied shake of her head and hand, looking out into the darkness, in rumination.
Arden and Longcluse glided through the night air in silence, under the mighty old trees that had witnessed generations of Ardens, down the darker, narrow road, and by the faded old inn, once famous in those regions as the "Guy of Warwick," representing still on its board, in tarnished gold and colours, that redoubted champion, with a boar"s head on the point of his sword, and a grotesque lion winding itself fawningly about his horse"s legs.
As they pa.s.sed swiftly along this smooth and deserted road, Longcluse spoke. _Aperit praecordia vinum._ In his brandy and water he had not spared alcohol, and the quant.i.ty was considerable.
"I have lots of money, Arden, and I can talk to people, as you say," he suddenly said, as if Richard Arden had spoken but a moment before; "but, on the whole, is there on earth a more miserable dog than I? There are things that trouble me that would make you laugh; there are others that would, if I dare tell them, make you sigh. Soon I shall be able; soon you shall know all. I"m not a bad fellow. I know how to give away money, and, what is harder to bestow on others, my time and labour. But who to look at me would believe it? I"m not a worse fellow than Penruddock. I can cry for pity and do a kind act like him; but I look in my gla.s.s, and I also feel like him, "the mark of Cain" is on me--cruelty in my face.
Why should Nature write on some men"s faces such libels on their characters? Then here"s another thing to make you laugh--you, a handsome fellow, to whom beauty belongs, I say, by right of birth--it would make me laugh also if I were not, as I am, forced every hour I live to count up, in agonies of hope and terror, my chances in that enterprise in which all my happiness for life is staked so wildly. Common ugliness does not matter, it is got over. But such a face as mine! Come, come!
you are too good-natured to say. I"m not asking for consolation; I am only summing up my curses."
"You make too much of these. Lady May thinks your face, she says, very interesting--upon my honour, she does."
"Oh, heaven!" exclaimed Mr. Longcluse, with a shrug and a laugh.
"And what is more to the purpose (will you forgive my reporting all this--you won"t mind?), some young lady friends of hers who were by said, I a.s.sure you, that you had so much expression, and that your features were extremely refined."
"It won"t do, Arden; you are too good-natured," said he, laughing more bitterly.
"I should much rather be as I am, if I were you, than be gifted with vulgar beauty--plump, pink and white, with black beady eyes, and all that," said Arden.
"But the heaviest curse upon me is that which, perhaps, you do not suspect--the curse of--secrecy."
"Oh, really!" said Arden, laughing, as if he had thought up to then that Mr. Longcluse"s history was as well known as that of the ex-Emperor Napoleon.
"I don"t say that I shall come out like the enchanted hero in a fairy tale, and change in a moment from a beast into a prince; but I am something better than I seem. In a short time, if you cared to be bored with it, I shall have a great deal to tell you."
There followed here a silence of two or three minutes, and then, on a sudden, pathetically, Mr. Longcluse broke forth--
"What has a fellow like me to do with love? and less than beloved, can I ever be happy? I know something of the world--not of this London world, where I live less than I seem to do, and into which I came too late ever to understand it thoroughly--I know something of a greater world, and human nature is the same everywhere. You talk of a girl"s pride inducing her to marry a man for the sake of his riches. Could I possess my beloved on those terms? I would rather place a pistol in my mouth, and blow my skull off. Arden, I"m unhappy; I"m the most miserable dog alive."
"Come, Longcluse, that"s all nonsense. Beauty is no advantage to a man.
The being agreeable is an immense one. But success is what women worship, and if, in addition to that, you possess wealth--not, as I said, that they are sordid, but only vain-glorious--you become very nearly irresistible. Now _you_ are agreeable, successful and wealthy--you must see what follows."
"I"m out of spirits," said Longcluse, and relapsed into silence, with a great sigh.
By this time they had got within the lamps, and were threading streets, and rapidly approaching their destination. Five minutes more, and these gentlemen had entered a vast room, in the centre of which stood a billiard-table, with benches rising tier above tier to the walls, and a gallery running round the building above them, brilliantly lighted, as such places are, and already crowded with all kinds of people. There is going to be a great match of a "thousand up" played between Bill Hood and Bob Markham. The betting has been unusually high; it is still going on. The play won"t begin for nearly half an hour. The "admirers of the game" have mustered in great force and variety. There are young peers, with sixty thousand a year, and there are gentlemen who live by their billiards. There are, for once in a way, grave persons, bankers, and counsel learned in the law; there are Jews and a sprinkling of foreigners; and there are members of Parliament and members of the swell mob.
Mr. Longcluse has a good deal to think about this night. He _is_ out of spirits. Richard Arden is no longer with him, having picked up a friend or two in the room. Longcluse, with folded arms, and his shoulders against the wall, is in a profound reverie, his dark eyes for the time lowered to the floor, beside the point of his French boot. _There_ unfold themselves beneath him picture after picture, the scenes of many a year ago. Looking down, there creeps over him an old horror, a supernatural disgust, and he sees in the dark a pair of wide, white eyes, staring up at him in an agony of terror, and a shrill yell, piercing a distance of many years, makes him shake his ears with a sudden chill. Is this the witches" Sabbath of our pale Mephistopheles--his night of goblins? He raised his eyes, and they met those of a person whom he had not seen for a very long time--a third part of his whole life. The two pairs of eyes, at nearly half across the room, have met, and for a moment fixed. The stranger smiles and nods. Mr. Longcluse does neither. He affects now to be looking over the stranger"s shoulder at some more distant object. There is a strange chill and commotion at his heart.
CHAPTER IV.
MONSIEUR LEBAS.
Mr. Longcluse leaned still with folded arms, and his shoulder to the wall. The stranger, smiling and fussy, was making his way to him. There is nothing in this man"s appearance to a.s.sociate him with tragic incident or emotion of any kind. He is plainly a foreigner. He is short, fat, middle-aged, with a round fat face, radiant with good humour and good-natured enjoyment. His dress is cut in the somewhat grotesque style of a low French tailor. It is not very new, and has some spots of grease upon it. Mr. Longcluse perceives that he is now making his way towards him. Longcluse for a moment thought of making his escape by the door, which was close to him; but he reflected, "He is about the most innocent and good-natured soul on earth, and why should I seem to avoid him?
Better, if he"s looking for me, to let him find me, and say his say." So Longcluse looked another way, his arms still folded, and his shoulders against the wall as before.
"Ah, ha! Monsieur is thinking profoundly," said a gay voice in French.
"Ah, ha, ha, ha! you are surprised, Sir, to see me here. So am I, my faith! I saw you. I never forget a face."
"Nor a friend, Lebas. Who could have imagined anything to bring you to London?" answered Longcluse, in the same language, shaking him warmly by the hand, and smiling down on the little man. "I shall never forget your kindness. I think I should have died in that _illness_ but for you. How can I ever thank you half enough?"
"And the grand secret--the political difficulty--Monsieur found it well evaded," he said, mysteriously touching his upper lip with two fingers.