"More "s the pity," was all she remarked.
"And he "ll have his thousand a year to start with; and he"s a tailor, my lady."
Her ladyship opened her eyes.
"Harrington"s his name, my lady. Don"t know whether you ever heard of it."
Lady Jocelyn flung herself back in her chair. "The queerest thing I ever met!" said she.
"Thousand a year to start with," Old Tom went on, "and if she marries--I mean if he marries her, I"ll settle a thousand per ann. on the first baby-boy or gal."
"Hum! Is this gross collusion, Mr. Tom?" Lady Jocelyn inquired.
"What does that mean?"
"Have you spoken of this before to any one?"
"I haven"t, my lady. Decided on it this morning. Hem! you got a son, too. He"s fond of a young gal, or he ought to be. I"ll settle him when I"ve settled the daughter."
"Harry is strongly attached to a dozen, I believe," said his mother.
"Well, Tom, we"ll think of it. I may as well tell you: Rose has just been here to inform me that this Mr. Harrington has turned her head, and that she has given her troth, and all that sort of thing. I believe such was not to be laid to my charge in my day."
"You were open enough, my lady," said Old Tom. "She"s fond of the young fellow? She"ll have a pill to swallow! poor young woman!"
Old Tom visibly chuckled. Lady Jocelyn had a momentary temptation to lead him out, but she did not like the subject well enough to play with it.
"Apparently Rose has swallowed it," she said.
"Goose, shears, cabbage, and all!" muttered Old Tom. "Got a stomach!--she knows he"s a tailor, then? The young fellow told her? He hasn"t been playing the lord to her?"
"As far as he"s concerned, I think he has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover."
"And told her he was born and bound a tailor?"
"Rose certainly heard it from him."
Slapping his knee, Old Tom cried: "Bravo!" For though one part of his nature was disappointed, and the best part of his plot disarranged, he liked Evan"s proceeding and felt warm at what seemed to him Rose"s scorn of rank.
"She must be a good gal, my lady. She couldn"t have got it from t" other side. Got it from you. Not that you--"
"No," said Lady Jocelyn, apprehending him. "I"m afraid I have no Republican virtues. I "m afraid I should have rejected the pill. Don"t be angry with me," for Old Tom looked sour again; "I like birth and position, and worldly advantages, and, notwithstanding Rose"s pledge of the instrument she calls her heart, and in spite of your offer, I shall, I tell you honestly, counsel her to have nothing to do with--"
"Anything less than lords," Old Tom struck in. "Very well. Are you going to lock her up, my lady?"
"No. Nor shall I whip her with rods."
"Leave her free to her choice?"
"She will have my advice. That I shall give her. And I shall take care that before she makes a step she shall know exactly what it leads to.
Her father, of course, will exercise his judgement." (Lady Jocelyn said this to uphold the honour of Sir Franks, knowing at the same time perfectly well that he would be wheedled by Rose.) "I confess I like this Mr. Harrington. But it"s a great misfortune for him to have had a notorious father. A tailor should certainly avoid fame, and this young man will have to carry his father on his back. He "ll never throw the great Mel off."
Tom Cogglesby listened, and was really astonished at her ladyship"s calm reception of his proposal.
"Shameful of him! shameful!" he muttered perversely: for it would have made him desolate to have had to change his opinion of her ladyship after cherishing it, and consoling himself with it, five-and-twenty years. Fearing the approach of softness, he prepared to take his leave.
"Now--your servant, my lady. I stick to my word, mind: and if your people here are willing, I--I "ve got a candidate up for Fall"field--I"ll knock him down, and you shall sneak in your Tory.
Servant, my lady."
Old Tom rose to go. Lady Jocelyn took his hand cordially, though she could not help smiling at the humility of the cobbler"s son in his manner of speaking of the Tory candidate.
"Won"t you stop with us a few days?"
"I "d rather not, I thank ye."
"Won"t you see Rose?"
"I won"t. Not till she"s married."
"Well, Tom, we"re friends now?"
"Not aware I"ve ever done you any harm, my lady."
"Look me in the face."
The trial was hard for him. Though she had been five-and-twenty years a wife, she was still very handsome: but he was not going to be melted, and when the perverse old fellow obeyed her, it was with an aspect of resolute disgust that would have made any other woman indignant. Lady Jocelyn laughed.
"Why, Tom, your brother Andrew"s here, and makes himself comfortable with us. We rode by Brook"s farm the other day. Do you remember Copping"s pond--how we dragged it that night? What days we had!"
Old Tom tugged once or twice at his imprisoned fist, while these youthful frolics of his too stupid self and the wild and beautiful Miss Bonner were being recalled.
"I remember!" he said savagely, and reaching the door hurled out: "And I remember the Bull-dogs, too! servant, my lady." With which he effected a retreat, to avoid a ringing laugh he heard in his ears.
Lady Jocelyn had not laughed. She had done no more than look and smile kindly on the old boy. It was at the Bull-dogs, a fall of water on the borders of the park, that Tom Cogglesby, then a hearty young man, had been guilty of his folly: had mistaken her frank friendliness for a return of his pa.s.sion, and his stubborn vanity still attributed her rejection of his suit to the fact of his descent from a cobbler, or, as he put it, to her infernal worship of rank.
"Poor old Tom!" said her ladyship, when alone. "He "s rough at the rind, but sound at the core." She had no idea of the long revenge Old Tom cherished, and had just shaped into a plot to be equal with her for the Bull-dogs.
CHAPTER XXIX. PRELUDE TO AN ENGAGEMENT
Money was a strong point with the Elburne brood. The Jocelyns very properly respected blood; but being, as Harry, their youngest representative, termed them, poor as rats, they were justified in considering it a marketable stuff; and when they married they married for money. The Hon. Miss Jocelyn had espoused a manufacturer, who failed in his contract, and deserved his death. The diplomatist, Melville, had not stepped aside from the family traditions in his alliance with Miss Black, the daughter of a bold bankrupt, educated in affluence; and if he touched nothing but L5000 and some very pretty ringlets, that was not his fault. Sir Franks, too, mixed his pure stream with gold. As yet, however, the gold had done little more than shine on him; and, belonging to expectancy, it might be thought unsubstantial. Beckley Court was in the hands of Mrs. Bonner, who, with the highest sense of duty toward her only living child, was the last to appreciate Lady Jocelyn"s entire absence of demonstrative affection, and severely reprobated her daughter"s philosophic handling of certain serious subjects. Sir Franks, no doubt, came better off than the others; her ladyship brought him twenty thousand pounds, and Harry had ten in the past tense, and Rose ten in the future; but living, as he had done, a score of years antic.i.p.ating the demise of an incurable invalid, he, though an excellent husband and father, could scarcely be taught to imagine that the Jocelyn object of his bargain was attained. He had the semblance of wealth, without the personal glow which absolute possession brings. It was his habit to call himself a poor man, and it was his dream that Rose should marry a rich one. Harry was hopeless. He had been his Grandmother"s pet up to the years of adolescence: he was getting too old for any prospect of a military career he had no turn for diplomacy, no taste for any of the walks open to blood and birth, and was in headlong disgrace with the fountain of goodness at Beckley Court, where he was still kept in the tacit understanding that, should Juliana inherit the place, he must be at hand to marry her instantly, after the fashion of the Jocelyns. They were an injured family; for what they gave was good, and the commercial world had not behaved honourably to them. Now, Ferdinand Laxley was just the match for Rose. Born to a t.i.tle and fine estate, he was evidently fond of her, and there had been a gentle hope in the bosom of Sir Franks that the family fatality would cease, and that Rose would marry both money and blood.
From this happy delusion poor Sir Franks was awakened to hear that his daughter had plighted herself to the son of a tradesman: that, as the climax to their evil fate, she who had some blood and some money of her own--the only Jocelyn who had ever united the two--was desirous of wasting herself on one who had neither. The idea was so utterly opposed to the principles Sir Franks had been trained in, that his intellect could not grasp it. He listened to his sister, Mrs. Shorne: he listened to his wife; he agreed with all they said, though what they said was widely diverse: he consented to see and speak to Evan, and he did so, and was much the most distressed. For Sir Franks liked many things in life, and hated one thing alone--which was "bother." A smooth world was his delight. Rose knew this, and her instruction to Evan was: "You cannot give me up--you will go, but you cannot give me up while I am faithful to you: tell him that." She knew that to impress this fact at once on the mind of Sir Franks would be a great gain; for in his detestation of bother he would soon grow reconciled to things monstrous: and hearing the same on both sides, the matter would a.s.sume an inevitable shape to him. Mr. Second Fiddle had no difficulty in declaring the eternity of his sentiments; but he toned them with a despair Rose did not contemplate, and added also his readiness to repair, in any way possible, the evil done. He spoke of his birth and position. Sir Franks, with a gentlemanly delicacy natural to all lovers of a smooth world, begged him to see the main and the insurmountable objection. Birth was to be desired, of course, and position, and so forth: but without money how can two young people marry? Evan"s heart melted at this generous way of putting it. He said he saw it, he had no hope: he would go and be forgotten: and begged that for any annoyance his visit might have caused Sir Franks and Lady Jocelyn, they would pardon him. Sir Franks shook him by the hand, and the interview ended in a dialogue on the condition of the knees of Black Lymport, and on horseflesh in Portugal and Spain.
Following Evan, Rose went to her father and gave him a good hour"s excitement, after which the worthy gentleman hurried for consolation to Lady Jocelyn, whom he found reading a book of French memoirs, in her usual att.i.tude, with her feet stretched out and her head thrown back, as in a distant survey of the lively people screening her from a troubled world. Her ladyship read him a piquant story, and Sir Franks capped it with another from memory; whereupon her ladyship held him wrong in one turn of the story, and Sir Franks rose to get the volume to verify, and while he was turning over the leaves, Lady Jocelyn told him incidentally of old Tom Cogglesby"s visit and proposal. Sir Franks found the pa.s.sage, and that her ladyship was right, which it did not move her countenance to hear.
"Ah!" said he, finding it no use to pretend there was no bother in the world, "here"s a pretty pickle! Rose says she will have that fellow."