"Very happy to see you here, Mr. Strangways."
"I am very much honoured, Sir Jekyl Marlowe," returned the young gentleman, in that low sweet tone which he also hated. "I have many apologies to make. We have arrived two days later than your note appointed; but an accident--"
"Pray, not a word--your appearance here is the best compensation you can make me. Your friend, Monsieur Varbarriere, I hope--"
"My uncle--yes; he, too, has the honour. Will you permit me to present him? Monsieur Varbarriere," said the young man, presenting his relative.
A gentleman at this summons turned suddenly from General Lennox, with whom he had been talking; a high-shouldered, portly man, taller a good deal when you approached him than he looked at first; his hair, "all silvered," brushed up like Louis Philippe"s, conically from his forehead; grey, heavily projecting eyebrows, long untrimmed moustache and beard; altogether a head and face which seemed to indicate that combination of strong sense and sensuality which we see in some of the medals of Roman Emperors; a forehead projecting at the brows, and keen dark eyes in shadow, observing all things from under their grizzled pent-house; these points, and a hooked nose, and a certain weight and solemnity of countenance, gave to the large and rather pallid aspect, presented suddenly to the Baronet, something, as we have said, of the character of an old magician. Voluminous plaited black trousers, slanting in to the foot, foreshadowed the peg-top of more recent date; a loose and long black velvet waistcoat, with more gold chain and jewellery generally than Englishmen are accustomed to wear, and a wide and clumsy black coat, added to the broad and thick-set character of his figure.
As Sir Jekyl made his complimentary speech to this gentleman, he saw that his steady and shrewd gaze was attentively considering him in a way that a little tried his patience; and when the stranger spoke it was in French, and in that peculiar metallic diapason which we sometimes hear among the Hebrew community, and which brings the nasals of that tongue into sonorous and rather ugly relief.
"England is, I dare say, quite new to you, Monsieur Varbarriere?"
inquired Sir Jekyl.
"I have seen it a very long time ago, and admire your so fine country very much," replied the pallid and bearded sage, speaking in French still, and in those bell-like tones which rang and buzzed unpleasantly in the ear.
"You find us the same foggy and tasteless islanders as before," said the host. "In art, indeed, we have made an advance; _there_, I think, we have capabilities, but we are as a people totally deficient in that fine decorative sense which expresses itself so gracefully and universally in your charming part of the world."
When Sir Jekyl talked of France, he was generally thinking of Paris.
"We have our barbarous regions, as you have; our vineyards are a dull sight after all, and our forest trees you, with your grand timber, would use for broom-sticks."
"But your capital; why every time one looks out at the window it is a fillip to one"s spirits. To me, preferring France so infinitely, as I do," said Sir Jekyl, replying in his guest"s language, "it appears a mystery why any Frenchman, who can help it, ever visits our dismal region."
The enchanter here shrugged slowly, with a solemn smile.
"No wonder our actions are mysterious to others, since they are so often so to ourselves."
"You are best acquainted with the south of France?" said Sir Jekyl, without any data for such an a.s.sumption, and saying the reverse of what he suspected.
"Very well with the south; pretty well, indeed, with most parts."
Just at this moment Mr. Ridley"s bland and awful tones informed the company that dinner was on the table, and Sir Jekyl hastened to afford to Lady Blunket the support of his vigorous arm into the parlour.
It ought to have been given to Lady Jane; but the Blunket was a huffy old woman, and, on the score of a very decided seniority, was indulged.
Lady Blunket was not very interesting, and was of the Alderman"s opinion, that conversation prevents one"s tasting the green fat; Sir Jekyl had, therefore, time, with light and careless glances, to see pretty well, from time to time, what was going on among his guests.
Monsieur Varbarriere had begun to interest him more than Mr. Guy Strangways, and his eye oftener reviewed that ponderous and solemn face and form than any other at the table. It seemed that he liked his dinner, and attended to his occupation. But though taciturn, his shrewd eyes glanced from time to time on the host and his guests with an air of reserved observation that showed his mind was anything but sluggish during the process. He looked wonderfully like some of those enchanters whom we have seen in ill.u.s.trations of Don Quixote.
"A deep fellow," he thought, "an influential fellow. That gentleman knows what he"s about; that young fellow is in his hands."
CHAPTER XIII.
In the Drawing-Room.
Sir Jekyl heard s.n.a.t.c.hes of conversation, sometimes here, sometimes there.
Guy Strangways was talking to Beatrix, and the Baronet heard him say, smiling--
"But you don"t, I"m sure, believe in the elixir of life; you only mean to mystify us." He was looking more than ever--identical with that other person, whom it was not pleasant to Sir Jekyl to be reminded of--horribly like, in this white waxlight splendour.
"But there"s another process, my uncle, Monsieur Varbarriere, says, by slow refrigeration: you are first put to sleep, and in that state frozen; and once frozen, without having suffered death, you may be kept in a state of suspended life for twenty or thirty years, neither conscious, nor growing old; arrested precisely at the point of your existence at which the process was applied, and at the same point restored again whenever for any purpose it may be expedient to recall you to consciousness and activity."
One of those restless, searching glances which the solemn, portly old gentleman in black directed, from time to time, as he indulged his taciturn gulosity, lighted on the Baronet at this moment, and Sir Jekyl felt that they exchanged an unintentional glance of significance. Each averted his quickly; and Sir Jekyl, with one of his chuckles, for the sake merely of saying something, remarked--
"I don"t see how you can restore people to life by freezing them."
"He did not speak, I think, of restoring life--did you, Guy?" said the bell-toned diapason of the old gentleman, speaking his nasal French.
"Oh, no--suspending merely," answered the young man.
"To restore life, you must have recourse, I fancy, to a higher process,"
continued the sage, with an ironical gravity, and his eye this time fixed steadily on Sir Jekyl"s; "and I could conceive none more embarra.s.sing to the human race, _under certain circ.u.mstances_," and he shrugged slowly and shook his head.
"How delightful!--no more death!" exclaimed enthusiastic Miss Blunket.
"Embarra.s.sing, of course, I mean, to certain of the survivors."
This old gentleman was. .h.i.tting his tenderest points rather hard and often. Was it by chance or design? Who was he?
So thought the Baronet as he smiled and nodded.
"Do you know who that fat old personage is who dresses like an undertaker and looks like a Jew?" asked Captain Drayton of Beatrix.
"I think he is a relative of Mr. Strangways."
"And who is Mr. Strangways?"
"He"s at my right, next me," answered she in a low tone, not liking the very clear and distinct key in which the question was put.
But Captain Drayton was not easily disconcerted, being a young gentleman of a bold and rather impertinent temperament, and he continued leaning back in his chair and looking dreamily into his hock-gla.s.s.
"Not a friend of yours, is he?"
"Oh, no."
"Really--not a friend. You"re _quite_ certain?"
"Perfectly. We never saw either--that is, papa met them at some posting place on his way from London, and invited them; but I think he knows nothing more."
"Well, I did not like to say till I knew, but I think him--the old fellow--I have not seen the young man--a most vulgar-looking old person.
He"s a wine-jobber, or manager of a factory, or something. You never saw--I know Paris by heart--you _never saw_ such a thing in gentlemanly society there."
And the young lady heard him say, _sotto voce_, "Brute!" haughtily to himself, as an interjection, while he just raised the finger-tips of the hand which rested on the table, and let them descend again on the snowy napery. The subject deserved no more troublesome gesture.