"You never wrote to me since you left Paris," said the old lady, grimly.
"Didn"t I? That was very wrong! But you knew those were my holidays, and I detest writing, and you knew I could take care of myself; and it is so much better to tell one"s adventures than to put them into letters, don"t you think?"
"If one could tell them all in five minutes," replied the old lady, drily.
"Well, but you"ll come over to Marlowe--you really must--and I"ll tell you everything there--the truth, the whole truth, and as much more as you like."
This invitation was repeated every year, but like Don Juan"s to the statue, was not expected to lead to a literal visit.
"You have haunted rooms there, Jekyl," she said, with an unpleasant smile and a nod. "You have not kept house in Marlowe for ten years, I think. Why do you go there now?"
"Caprice, whim, what you will," said the Baronet, combing out his favourite whisker with the tips of his fingers, while he smiled on himself in the gla.s.s upon the chimneypiece, "I wish _you"d_ tell me, for _I_ really don"t know, except that I"m tired of Warton and Dartbroke, as I am of all monotony. I like change, you know."
"Yes; you _like change_," said the old lady, with a dignified sarcasm.
"I"m afraid it"s a true bill," admitted Sir Jekyl, with a chuckle, "So you"ll come to Marlowe and see us there--won"t you?"
"No, Jekyl--certainly _not_," said the old lady, with intense emphasis.
A little pause ensued, during which the Baronet twiddled at his whisker, and continued to smile amusedly at himself in the gla.s.s.
"I wonder you could think of asking me to Marlowe, considering all that has happened there. I sometimes wonder at myself that I can endure to see you at all, Jekyl Marlowe; and I don"t think, if it were not for that dear girl, who is so like her sainted mother, I should ever set eyes on you again."
"I"m glad we have that link. You make me love Beatrix better," he replied. He was now arranging the elaborate breast-pin with its tiny chain, which was at that date in vogue.
"And so you are going to keep house at Marlowe?" resumed the lady, stiffly, not heeding the sentiment of his little speech.
"Well, so I purpose."
"I don"t like that house," said the old lady, with a subdued fierceness.
"Sorry it does not please you, little mother," replied Sir Jekyl.
"You know I don"t like it," she repeated.
"In that case you need not have told me," he said.
"I choose to tell you. I"ll say so as often as I see you--as often as I like."
It was an odd conference--back to back--the old lady stiff and high--staring pale and grimly at the opposite wall. The Baronet looking with a quizzical smile on his handsome face in the mirror--now plucking at a whisker--now poking at a curl with his finger-tip--and now in the same light way arranging the silken fall of his necktie.
"There"s nothing my dear little mamma can say, I"ll not listen to with pleasure."
"There is much I might say you could not listen to with pleasure." The cold was growing more intense, and bitter in tone and emphasis, as she addressed the Italian picture of Adonis and his two dogs hanging on the distant wall.
"Well, with _respect_, _not_ with pleasure--no," said he, and tapped his white upper teeth with the nail of his middle finger.
"a.s.suming, then, that you speak truth, it is high time, Jekyl Marlowe, that you should alter your courses--here"s your daughter, just come out.
It is ridiculous, your affecting the vices of youth. Make up as you will--you"re past the middle age--you"re an elderly man now."
"You can"t vex me that way, you dear old mamma," he said, with a chuckle, which looked for the first time a little vicious in the gla.s.s.
"We baronets, you know, are all booked, and all the world can read our ages; but you women manage better--you and your two dear sisters, Winifred and Georgiana."
"They are _dead_," interrupted Lady Alice, with more asperity than pathos.
"Yes, I know, poor old souls--to be sure, peers" daughters die like other people, I"m afraid."
"And when they do, are mentioned, if not with sorrow, at least with decent respect, by persons, that is, who know how to behave themselves."
There was a slight quiver in Lady Alice"s lofty tone that pleased Sir Jekyl, as you might have remarked had you looked over his shoulder into the gla.s.s.
"Well, you know, I was speaking not of deaths but births, and only going to say if you look in the peerage you"ll find all the men, poor devils, pinned to their birthdays, and the women left at large, to exercise their veracity on the point; but you need not care--you have not pretended to youth for the last ten years I think."
"You are excessively impertinent, sir."
"I _know_ it," answered Sir Jekyl, with a jubilant chuckle.
A very little more, the Baronet knew, and Lady Alice Redcliffe would have risen gray and grim, and sailed out of the room. Their partings were often after this sort.
But he did not wish matters to go quite that length at present. So he said, in a sprightly way, as if a sudden thought had struck him--
"By Jove, I believe I _am devilish_ impertinent, without knowing it though--and you have forgiven me so often, I"m sure you _will_ once more, and I am really so much obliged for your kindness to Beatrix. I am, indeed."
So he took her hand, and kissed it.
CHAPTER III.
Concerning two Remarkable Persons who appeared in Wardlock Church.
Lady Alice carried her thin Roman nose some degrees higher; but she said--
"If I say anything disagreeable, it is not for the pleasure of giving you pain, Jekyl Marlowe; but I understand that you mean to have old General Lennox and his artful wife to stay at your house, and if so, I think it an arrangement that had better be dispensed with. I don"t think her an eligible acquaintance for Beatrix, and you know very well she"s _not_--and it is not a respectable or creditable kind of thing."
"Now, what d--d fool, I beg pardon--but who the plague has been filling your mind with those ridiculous stories--my dear little mamma? You know how ready I am to confess; you _might_ at least; I tell you everything; and I do a.s.sure you I _never_ admired her. She"s good looking, I know; but so are fifty pictures and statues I"ve seen, that don"t please me."
"Then it"s true, the General and his wife are going on a visit to Marlowe?" insisted Lady Alice, drily.
"No, they are not. D---- me, I"m not thinking of the General and his wife, nor of any such d--d trumpery. I"d give something to know who the devil"s taking these cursed liberties with my name."
"Pray, Jekyl Marlowe, command your language. It can"t the least signify who tells me; but you see I do sometimes get a letter."
"Yes, and a precious letter too. Such a pack of lies did any human being ever hear fired off in a sentence before? I"m _epris_ of Mrs. General Lennox. Thumper number one! She"s a lady of--I beg pardon--easy virtue.
Thumper number two! and I invite her and her husband down to Marlowe, to make love of course to her, and to fight the old General. Thumper number three!"
And the Baronet chuckled over the three "thumpers" merrily.