There were several from invited guests, who were either coming or not, with the customary expressions, and were tossed together in a little isolated litter for conference with Mrs. Gwynn in the morning.
"Not a line from Pelter and Crowe! the d--d fellows don"t waste their ink upon me, except when they furnish their costs. It"s a farce paying fellows to look after one"s business--no one ever does it but yourself.
If those fellows were worth their bread and b.u.t.ter, they"d have known all about this thing, whatever it is, and I"d have had it all _here_, d---- it, to-night."
Sir Jekyl, it must be confessed, was not quite consistent about this affair of the mysterious young gentleman; for, as we have seen, he himself had a dozen times protested against the possibility of there being anything in it, and now he was seriously censuring his respectable London attorneys for not furnishing him with the solid contents of this "windbag."
But it was only his talk that was contradictory. Almost from the moment of his first seeing that young gentleman, on the open way under the sign of the "Plough," there lowered a fantastic and cyclopean picture, drawn in smoke or vapour, volcanic and thunderous, all over his horizon, like those prophetic and retrospective pageants with which Doree loves to paint his mystic skies. It was wonderful, and presaged unknown evil; and only cowed him the more that it baffled a.n.a.lysis and seemed to mock at reason.
"Pretty fellows to keep a look-out! It"s well I can do it for myself--who knows where we"re driving to, or what"s coming? Signs enough--whatever they mean--he that runs may read, egad! Not that there"s anything in it _necessarily_. But it"s not about drawing and ruins and that stuff--those fellows have come down here. Bosh! looking after my property. I"d take my oath they are advised by some lawyer; and if Pelter and Crowe were sharp, they"d know by whom, and all about it, by Jove!"
Sir Jekyl jerked the stump of his cigar over his shoulder into the grate as he muttered this, looking surlily down on the unprofitable papers that strewed the table.
He stood thinking, with his back to the fire, and looking rather cross and perplexed, and so he sat down and wrote a short letter. It was to Pelter and Crowe, but he began, as he did not care which got it, in his usual way--
"MY DEAR SIR,--I have reason to suspect that those ill-disposed people, who have often threatened annoyance, are at last seriously intent on mischief. You will be good enough, therefore, immediately to set on foot inquiries, here and at the other side of the water, respecting the movements of the D---- family, who, I fancy, are at the bottom of an absurd, though possibly troublesome, demonstration. I don"t fear them, of course. But I think you will find that some members of that family are at present in this country, and disposed to be troublesome. You will see, therefore, the urgency of the affair, and will better know than I where and how to prosecute the necessary inquiries. I do not, of course, apprehend the least _danger_ from their machinations; but you have always thought _annoyance_ possible; and if any be in store for me, I should rather not have to charge it upon our supineness. You will, therefore, exert your vigilance and activity on my behalf, and be so good as to let me know, at the earliest possible day--which, I think, need not be later than Wednesday next--the result of your inquiries through the old channels. I am a little disappointed, in fact, at not having heard from you before now on the subject.
"Yours, my dear sir, very sincerely,
"JEKYL M. MARLOWE."
Sir Jekyl never swore on paper, and, as a rule, commanded his temper very creditably in that vehicle. But all people who had dealings with him knew very well that the rich Baronet was not to be trifled with. So, understanding that it was strong enough, he sealed it up for the post-office in the morning, and dropped it into the post-bag, and with it the unpleasant subject for the present.
And now, a little brandy and water, and the envelope in the well-known female hand; and he laughed a little over it, and looked at himself in the gla.s.s with a vaunting complacency, and shook his head playfully at the envelope. It just crossed his sunshine like the shadow of a flying vapour--"that cross-grained old Gwynn would not venture to meddle?" But the envelope was honestly closed, and showed no signs of having been fiddled with.
He made a luxury of this little letter, and read it in his easy chair, with his left leg over the arm, with the fragrant accompaniment of a weed.
"Jealous, by Jove!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, in high glee; "little fool, what"s put that in your head?"
"Poor, little, fluttering, foolish thing!" sang the Baronet, and then laughed, not cynically, but indulgently rather.
"How audacious the little fools are upon paper! Egad, it"s a wonder there is not twice as much mischief in the world as actually happens. We must positively burn this little extravagance."
But before doing so he read it over again; then smiling still, he gallantly touched it to his lips, and re-perused it, as he drew another cigar from the treasury of incense which he carried about him. He lighted the note, but did not apply it to his cigar, I am bound to say--partly from a fine feeling, and partly, I am afraid, because he thought that paper spoiled the flavour of his tobacco. So, with a sentimental smile, a gentle shrug, and a sigh of the Laurence Sterne pattern, he converted that dangerous little scrawl into ashes--and he thought, as he inhaled his weed--
"It is well for you, poor little fanatics, that we men take better care of you than you do of yourselves, sometimes!"
No doubt; and Sir Jekyl supposed he was thinking only of his imprudent little correspondent, although there was another person in whom he was nearly interested, who might have been unpleasantly compromised also, if that doc.u.ment had fallen into other hands.
CHAPTER VI.
Sir Jekyl"s Room is Visited.
It was near one o"clock. Sir Jekyl yawned and wound his watch, and looked at his bed as if he would like to be in it without the trouble of getting there; and at that moment there came a sharp knock at his door, which startled him, for he thought all his people were asleep by that time.
"Who"s there?" he demanded in a loud key.
"It"s me, sir, please," said Donica Gwynn"s voice.
"Come in, will you?" cried he; and she entered.
"Are you sick?" he asked.
"No, sir, thank you," she replied, with a sharp courtesy.
"You look so plaguy pale. Well, I"m glad you"re not. But what the deuce can you want of me at this hour of night? Eh?"
"It"s only about that room, sir."
"Oh, curse the room! Talk about it in the morning. You ought to have been in your bed an hour ago."
"So I was, sir; but I could not sleep, sir, for thinking of it."
"Well, go back and think of it, if you must. How can I stop you? Don"t be a fool, old Gwynn."
"No more I will, sir, please, if I can help, for fools we are, the most on us; but I could not sleep, as I said, for thinking o"t; and so I thought I"d jist put on my things again, and come and try if you, sir, might be still up."
"Well, you see I"m up; but I want to get to bed, Gwynn, and not to talk here about solemn bosh; and you must not bore me about that green chamber--do you see?--to-night, like a good old girl; it will do in the morning--won"t it?"
"So it will, sir; only I could not rest in my bed, until I said, seeing as you mean to sleep in this room, it would never do. It won"t. I can"t stand it."
"Stand what? Egad! it seems to me you"re demented, my good old Donica."
"No, Sir Jekyl," she persisted, with a grim resolution to say out her say. "You know very well, sir, what"s running in my head. You know it"s for no good anyone sleeps there. General Lennox, ye say; well an" good.
You know well what a loss Mr. Deverell met with in that room in Sir Harry, your father"s time."
"And you slept in it, did not you, and saw something? Eh?"
"Yes, I _did_" she said, in a sudden fury, with a little stamp on the floor, and a pale, staring frown.
After a breathless pause of a second or two she resumed.
"And you know what your poor lady saw there, and never held up her head again. And well you know, sir, how your father, Sir Harry, on his death-bed, desired it should be walled up, when you were no more than a boy; and your good lady did the same many a year after, when _she_ was a dying. And I tell ye, Sir Jekyl, ye"ll sup sorrow yourself yet if you don"t. And take a fool"s counsel, and shut up that door, and never let no one, friend or foe, sleep there; for well I know it"s not for nothing, with your dead father"s dying command, and your poor dear lady"s dying entreaty against it, that you put anyone to sleep there. I don"t know who this General Lennox may be--a good gentleman or a bad; but I"m sure it"s for no righteous reason he"s to lie there. You would not do it for nothing."
This harangue was uttered with a volubility, which, as the phrase is, took Sir Jekyl aback. He was angry, but he was also perplexed and a little stunned by the unexpected vehemence of his old housekeeper"s a.s.sault, and he stared at her with a rather bewildered countenance.
"You"re devilish impertinent," at last he said, with an effort. "You rant there like a madwoman, just because I like you, and you"ve been in our family, I believe, since before I was born; you think you may say what you like. The house is mine, I believe, and I rather think I"ll do what I think best in it while I"m here."
"And you going to sleep in this room!" she broke in. "What else can it be?"
"You mean--what the devil do you mean?" stammered the Baronet again, unconsciously a.s.suming the defensive.
"I mean you know very well _what_, Sir Jekyl," she replied.
"It was my father"s room, hey?--when I was a boy, as you say. It"s good enough for his son, I suppose; and I don"t ask _you_ to lie in the green chamber."