"No," said Sir Jekyl, gloomily. I suppose he was thinking of something else.
The ladies now floated away like summer clouds, many-tinted, golden, through the door, which Doocey held gracefully open; and the mere mortals of the party, the men, stood up in conventional adoration, while the divinities were translated, as it were, before their eyes, and hovered out of sight and hearing into the resplendent regions of candelabra and mirrors, nectar and ambrosia, tea and plum-cake, and clouds of silken tapestry, and the musical tinkling of their own celestial small-talk.
CHAPTER X.
Inquiries have been made by Messrs, Pelter and Crowe.
Before repairing to bed, such fellows, young or old, as liked a talk and a cigar, and some sherry--or, by"r lady, brandy and water--were always invited to accompany Sir Jekyl to what he termed the back settlement, where he bivouacked among deal chairs and tables, with a little camp-bed, and plenty of wax candles and a brilliant little fire.
Here, as the Baronet smoked in his homely little "hut," as he termed it, after his guests had dispersed to their bed-rooms, the Rev. Dives Marlowe that night knocked at the door, crying, "May I come in, Jekyl?"
"Certainly, dear Dives."
"You really mean it?"
"Never was parson so welcome."
"By Jove!" said the Rector, "it"s later than I thought--you"re sure I don"t bore you."
"Not sure, but you _may_, Dives," said Sir Jekyl, observing his countenance, which was not quite pleasant. "Come in, and say your say.
Have a weed, old boy?"
"Well, well--a--we"re alone. I don"t mind--I don"t generally--not that there"s any harm; but some people, very good people, object--the weaker brethren, you know."
"Consummate a.s.ses, we call them; but weaker brethren, as you say, does as well."
The Rector was choosing and sniffing out a cigar to his heart"s content.
"Milk for babes, you know," said the Rector, making his preparations.
"Strong meats--"
"And strong cigars; but you"ll find these as mild as you please. Here"s a match."
The Rector sat down, with one foot on the fender, and puffed away steadily, looking into the fire; and his brother, at the opposite angle of the fender, employed himself similarly.
"Fine old soldier, General Lennox," said the cleric, at last. "What stay does he make with you?"
"As long as he pleases. Why?" said Sir Jekyl.
"Only he said something to-night in the drawing-room about having to go up to town to attend a Board of the East India Directors," answered the parson.
"Oh, did he?"
"And I think he said the day after to-morrow. I thought he told you, perhaps."
"Upon my life I can"t say--perhaps he did," said Sir Jekyl, carelessly.
"Lennox is a wonderful fine old fellow, as you say, but a little bit slow, you know; and his going or staying would not make very much difference to me."
"I thought he told his story pretty well at dinner--that haunted room and the cobra, you remember," said the Rector.
The Baronet grunted an a.s.sent, and nodded, without removing his cigar.
The brothers conducted their conversation, not looking on one another, but each steadily into the grate.
"And, apropos of haunted rooms, Lady Jane mentioned they are in the green chamber," continued the Rector.
"Did she? I forgot--so they are, I think," answered the Baronet.
Here they puffed away in silence for some time.
"You know, Jekyl, about that room? Poor Amy, when she was dying, made you promise--and you did promise, you know--and she got me to promise to remind you to shut it up; and then, you know, my father wished the same," said the Rector.
"Come, Dives, my boy, somebody has been poking you up about this. You have been hearing from my old mother-in-law, or talking to her, the goosey old shrew!"
"Upon my honour!" said the Rector, solemnly resting the wrist of his cigar-hand upon the black silk vest, and motioning his cheroot impressively, "you are quite mistaken. One syllable I have not heard from Lady Alice upon the subject, nor, indeed, upon any other, for two months or more."
"Come, come, Dives, old fellow, you"ll not come the inspired preacher over me. Somebody"s been at you, and if it was not poor old Lady Alice it was stupid old Gwynn. You need not deny it--ha! ha! ha! your speaking countenance proclaims it, my dear boy."
"I"m not thinking of denying it. Old Donica Gwynn did write to me," said the pastor.
"Let me see her note?" said Sir Jekyl.
"I threw it in the fire; but I a.s.sure you there was nothing in it that would or could have vexed you. Nothing, in fact, but an appeal to me to urge you to carry out the request of poor Amy, and not particularly well spelt or written, and certainly not the sort of thing I should have liked anyone to see but ourselves, so I destroyed it as soon as I had read it."
"I"d like to have known what the plague could make you come here two days--of course I"m glad to see you--two days before you intended, and what"s running in your mind."
"Nothing in particular--nothing, I a.s.sure you, but this. I"m certain it will be talked about--it will--the women will talk. You"ll find there will be something very unpleasant; take my advice, my dear Jekyl, and just do as you promised. My poor father wished it, too--in fact, directed it, and--and it ought to be done--you know it ought."
"Upon my soul I know no such thing. I"m to pull down my house, I suppose, for a sentiment? What the plague harm does the room to anybody?
It doesn"t hurt me, nor you."
"It may hurt _you_ very much, Jekyl."
"I can"t see it; but if it does, that"s my affair," said Sir Jekyl, sulkily.
"But, my dear Jekyl, surely you ought to consider your promise."
"Come, Dives, no preaching. It"s a very good trade, I know, and I"ll do all I can for you in it; but I"m no more to be humbugged by a sermon than you are. Come! How does the dog I sent you get on? Have you bottled the pipe of port yet, and how is old Moulders, as I asked you at dinner?
Talk of shooting, eating and drinking, and making merry, and getting up in your profession--by-the-bye, the Bishop is to be here in a fortnight, so manage to stay and meet him. Talk of the port, and the old parson"s death, and the t.i.thes small and great, and I"ll hear you with respect, for I shall know you are speaking of things you understand, and take a real interest in; but pray don"t talk any more about that stupid old room, and the stuff and nonsense these women connect with it; and, once for all, believe me when I say I have no notion of making a fool of myself by shutting up or pulling down a room which we want to use--I"ll do no such thing," and Sir Jekyl clenched the declaration with an oath, and chucking the stump of his cigar into the fire, stood up with his back to it, and looked down on his clerical Mentor, the very impersonation of unG.o.dly obstinacy.
"I had some more to say, Jekyl, but I fancy you don"t care to hear it."
"Not a word of it," replied the Baronet.
"That"s enough for me," said the parson, with a wave of his hand, like a man who has acquitted himself of a duty.