"I"m very sorry. Can I do anything?"
"No, Beatrix--no, thank you; it will go away of itself."
"I wish so much, Lady Jane, you would allow me to do anything for you.
I--I sometimes fear I have offended you. You seemed to like me, I thought, when I saw you this spring in London, and I"ve been trying to think how I have displeased you."
"_Displeased_ me! _you_ displease _me_! Oh! Beatrix, Beatrix, dear, you don"t know, you can never know. I--it is a feeling of disgust and despair. I hate myself, and I"m frightened and miserable, and I wish I dare cling to you."
She looked for a moment as if she would have liked to embrace her, but she turned away and buried her face in her pillow.
"Dear Lady Jane, you must not be so agitated. You certainly are not well," said Beatrix, close to the bedside, and really a good deal frightened. "Have you heard--I hope you have not--any ill news?"
If Lady Jane had been dead she could not have seemed to hear her less.
"I hope General Lennox is not ill?" inquired she timidly.
"Ill? No--I don"t know; he"s very well. I hope he"s very well. I hope he is; and--and I know what I wish for myself."
Beatrix knew what her grandmamma thought of Lady Jane"s violence and temper, and she began to think that something must have happened to ruffle it that evening.
"I wish you"d go, dear, you _can_ do nothing for me," said Lady Jane, ungraciously, with a sudden and sombre change of manner.
"Well, dear Lady Jane, if you think of anything I can do for you, pray send for me; by-and-by you might like me to come and read to you; and would you like me to send your maid?"
"Oh! no--no, no, _no_--nothing--good-night," repeated Lady Jane, impatiently.
So Beatrix departed, and Lady Jane remained alone in the vast chamber, much more alone than one would be in a smaller one.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
Conciliation.
That night again, old Lady Alice, just settling, and having actually swallowed her drops, was disturbed by a visit from Lady Jane, who stood by her dishevelled, flushed, and with that storm-beaten look which weeping leaves behind it. She looked eager, even imploring, so that Lady Alice challenged her with--
"What on earth, Jane, brings you to my bedside at this hour of the night?"
"I"ve come to tell you, Lady Alice, that I believe I was wrong the other night to speak to you as I did."
"I thought, Jane," replied the old lady with dignity, "you would come to view your conduct in that light."
"I thought you were right all the time; that is, I thought you meant kindly. I wished to tell you so," said Lady Jane.
"I am glad, Jane, you can now speak with temper."
"And I think you are the only person alive, except poor Lennox, who really cares for me."
"I knew, Jane, that reflection and conscience would bring you to this form of mind," said Lady Alice.
"And I think, when I come to say all this to you, you ought not to receive me so."
"I meant to receive you kindly, Jane; one can"t always in a moment forget the pain and humiliation which such scenes produce. It will help me, however, your expressing your regret as you do."
"Well, I believe I am a fool--I believe I deserve this kind of treatment for lowering myself as I have done. The idea of my coming in here, half dressed, to say all this, and being received in this--in this indescribable way!"
"If you don"t feel it, Jane, I"m sorry you should have expressed any sorrow for your misconduct," replied Lady Alice, loftily.
"Sorrow, madam! I never said a word about sorrow. I said I thought you cared for me, and I don"t think so now. I am sure you don"t, and I care just as little for you, not a pin, madam, with your ridiculous airs."
"Very good, dear--then I suppose you are quite satisfied with your former conduct?"
"Perfectly--of _course_ I am, and if I had had a notion what kind of person you are I should not have come near you, I promise you."
Lady Alice smiled a patient smile, which somehow rather provoked the indignant penitent.
"I"d as soon have put my hand in the fire, madam. I"ve borne too much from you--a great deal too much; it is you who should have come to me, madam, and I don"t care a farthing about you."
"And I"m still under sentence, I presume, when General Lennox, returns with his horsewhip," suggested Lady Alice, meekly.
"It would do you nothing but good."
"You are excessively _impertinent_," said Lady Alice, a little losing her self-command.
"So are you, madam."
"And I desire you"ll leave my room," pursued Lady Alice.
"And don"t you address me while we remain in this house," exclaimed Lady Jane, with flaming cheeks.
"Quit the room!" cried Lady Alice, sitting up with preternatural rigidity.
"Open the door!" exclaimed Lady Jane, fiercely, to the scared maid, "and carry this candle."
And the maid heard her mutter forcibly as she marched before her through the pa.s.sage--"wicked old frump."
I am afraid it was one of those cases of incompatibility of temper, or faults on both sides, in which it is, on the whole, more for the interests of peace and goodwill that people should live apart, than attempt that process under the same roof.
There was a smoking party that night in Sir Jekyl"s room. A line had reached him from General Lennox, regretting his long stay in town, and fearing that he could hardly hope to rejoin his agreeable party at Marlowe before a week or possibly ten days. But he hoped that they had not yet shot all the birds--and so, with that mild joke and its variations, the letter humorously concluded.
He had also had a letter from the London legal firm--this time the corresponding limb of the body was Crowe--who, in reply to some fresh interrogatories of the Baronet"s, wrote to say that his partner, Mr.
Pelter, being called to France by legal business connected with Craddock and Maddox, it devolved on him to "a.s.sure Sir Jekyl that, so far as they could ascertain, everything in the matter to which he referred was perfectly quiet, and that no ground existed for apprehending any stir whatsoever."
These letters from Pelter and Crowe, who were shrewd and by no means sanguine men of business, had always a charming effect on his spirits--not that he quite required them, or that they gave him any new ideas or information, but they were pleasant little fillips, as compliments are to a beauty. He was, therefore, this evening, more than usually lively, and kept the conversation in a very merry amble.
Guy Strangways was absent; but his uncle, M. Varbarriere, was present, and in his solemn, sly, porcine way, enjoyed himself with small exertion and much unction, laughing sometimes sardonically and without noise, at things which did not seem to amuse the others so much; but, in all he said, very courteous, and in his demeanour suave and bowing. He was the last man to take leave of his host, on the threshold, that night.