"_I"ll_ be no party, sir, if you please, to any one lying there," she observed, with a stiff courtesy, and a sudden hectic in her cheek.
"Perhaps you mean because my door"s a hundred and fifty feet away from the front of the house, if any mischief should happen, I"m too far away--as others were before me--to prevent it, eh?" said he, with a flurried sneer.
"What I mean, I mean, sir--you ought not; that"s all. You won"t take it amiss, Sir Jekyl--I"m an old servant--I"m sorry, sir; but I"a made up my mind what to do."
"You"re not thinking of any folly, surely? You seemed to me always too much afraid, or whatever you call it, of the remembrance, you know, of what you _saw_ there--eh?--_I_ don"t know, of course, _what_--to speak of it to me. I never pressed you, because you seemed--you know you did--to have a horror; and surely you"re not going now to talk among the servants or other people. You can"t be far from five-and-thirty years in the family."
"Four-and-thirty, Sir Jekyl, next April. It"s a good while; but I won"t see no more o" that; and unless the green chamber be locked up, at the least, and used no more for a bed-room, I"d rather go, sir. Nothing may happen, of course, Sir Jekyl--it"s a hundred to one nothing _would_ happen; but ye see, sir, I"ve a feeling about it, sir; and there has been these things ordered by your father that was, and by your poor lady, as makes me feel queer. Nothing being done accordingly, and I could not rest upon it, for sooner or later it would come to this, and stay I could not. I judge no one--Heaven forbid,--Sir Jekyl--oh, no! my own conscience is as much as I can look to; so sir, if you please, so soon as you can suit yourself I"ll leave, sir."
"Stuff! old Gwynn; don"t mind talking to-night," said the Baronet, more kindly than he had spoken before; "we"ll see about it in the morning.
Good-night. We must not quarrel about nothing. I was only a school-boy when you came to us, you know."
But in the morning "old Gwynn" was resolute. She was actually going, so soon as the master could suit himself. She was not in a pa.s.sion, nor in a panic, but in a state of gloomy and ominous obstinacy.
"Well, you"ll give me a little time, won"t you, to look about me?" said the Baronet, peevishly.
"Such is my intention, sir."
"And see, Gwynn, not a word about that--that green chamber, you know, to Miss Beatrix."
"As you please, sir."
"Because if you begin to talk, they"ll all think we are haunted."
"Whatever you please to order, sir."
"And it was not--it was my grandfather, you know, who built it."
"Ah, so it was, sir;" and Gwynn looked astonished and shook her head, as though cowed by the presence of a master-spirit of evil.
"One would fancy you saw his ghost, Gwynn; but he was not such a devil as your looks would make him, only a bit wild, and a favourite with the women, Gwynn--always the best judge of merit--hey? Beau Marlowe they called him--the best dressed man of his day. How the devil could such a fellow have any harm in him?"
There is a fine picture, full length, of Beau Marlowe, over the chimneypiece of the great hall of Marlowe. He has remarkably gentlemanlike hands and legs; the gloss is on his silk stockings still.
His features are handsome, of that type which we conventionally term aristocratic; high, and smiling with a Louis-Quatorze insolence. He wears a very fine coat of cut velvet, of a rich, dusky red, the technical name of which I forget. He was of the gilded and powdered youth of his day.
He certainly was a handsome fellow, this builder of the "green chamber,"
and he has not placed his candle under a bushel. He shines in many parts of the old house, and has repeated himself in all manner of becoming suits. You see him, three-quarters, in the parlour, in blue and silver; you meet him in crayon, and again in small oil, oval; and you have him in half a dozen miniatures.
We mention this ancestor chiefly because when his aunt, Lady Mary, left him a legacy, he added the green chamber to the house.
It seems odd that Sir Jekyl, not fifty yet, should have had a grandfather who was a fashionable and wicked notoriety of mature years, and who had built an addition to the family mansion so long as a hundred and thirty years ago. But this gentleman had married late, as rakes sometimes do, and his son, Sir Harry, married still later--somewhere about seventy; having been roused to this uncomfortable exertion by the proprietorial airs of a nephew who was next in succession. To this matrimonial explosion Sir Jekyl owed his entrance and agreeable sojourn upon the earth.
"I won"t ask you to stay now; you"re in a state. I"ll write to town for Sinnott, as you insist on it, but you won"t leave us in confusion, and you"ll make her _au fait_--won"t you? Give her any hints she may require; and I know I shall have you back again when you cool a little, or at all events when we go back to Dartbroke; for I don"t think I shall like this place."
So Donica Gwynn declared herself willing to remain till Mrs. Sinnott should arrive from London; and preparations for the reception of guests proceeded with energy.
CHAPTER VII.
The Baronet Pursues.
Sir Jekyl Marlowe was vexed when the letters came, and none from Pelter and Crowe. There are people who expect miracles from their doctors and lawyers, and, in proportion to their accustomed health and prosperity, are unreasonable when anything goes wrong. The Baronet"s notion was that the legal firm in question ought to think and even dream of nothing else than his business. It was an impertinence their expecting _him_ to think about it. What were _they_ there for? He knew that London was a pretty large place, and England still larger; and that it was not always easy to know what everybody was about in either, and still less what each man was doing on the Continent. Pelter and Crowe had some other clients too on their hands, and had hitherto done very satisfactorily. But here was a serious-looking thing--the first really uncomfortable occurrence which had taken place under his reign--the first opportunity for exhibiting common vigilance--and he ventured to say those fellows did not know these Strangways people were in these kingdoms at all!
Sir Jekyl, though an idle fellow, was a man of action, so he ordered his horse, and rode nine miles to the "Plough Inn," where he hoped to see Mr. Strangways again, improve his intimacy, and prevail with the gentlemen to return with him to Marlowe, and spend a fortnight there, when, or the devil was in it, he should contrive to get at the bottom of their plans.
He looked shrewdly in at the open door as he rode up, and halloed for some one to take his horse. The little porch smiled pleasantly, and the two gables and weather-c.o.c.k, in the sunlight; and the farmer on the broad and dingy panel, in his shirt-sleeves, low-crowned, broad-leafed hat, crimson waistcoat, canary-coloured shorts, and blue stockings, and flaxen wig, was driving his plump horses, and guilding his plough undiscouraged, as when last he saw him.
Boots and Mrs. Jones came out. Sir Jekyl was too eager to wait to get down; so from the saddle he accosted his buxom hostess, in his usual affable style. The Baronet was not accustomed to be crossed and thwarted as much as, I have been told, men with less money sometimes are; and he showed his mortification in his face when he learned that the two gentlemen had left very early that morning.
"This morning! Why you said yesterday they would not go till _evening_.
Hang it, I wish you could tell it right; and what the d--l do you mean by Strangers? Call him Strangways, can"t you. It"s odd people can"t say names."
He must have been very much vexed to speak so sharply; and he saw, perhaps, how much he had forgotten himself in the frightened look which good Mrs. Jones turned upon him.
"I don"t mean you, my good little soul. It"s _their_ fault; and where are they gone to? I wanted to ask them both over to Marlowe. Have you a notion?"
"They took our horses as far as the "Bell and Horns," at Slowton." She called shrilly to Boots, "They"re not stoppin" at the "Bell and Horns,"
sure. Come here, and tell Sir Jekyl Marlowe about Mr. Strangers."
"You said last night they were going to Awkworth;" and Sir Jekyl chuckled scornfully, for he was vexed.
"They changed their minds, sir."
"Well, we"ll say so. You"re a wonderful fascinating s.e.x. Egad! if you could only carry anything right in your heads for ten minutes, you"d be too charming." And at this point Boots emerged, and Sir Jekyl continued, addressing him--
"Well, where are the gentlemen who left this morning?" asked he.
"They"ll be at the "Bell and Horns," sir."
"Where"s that?"
"Slowton, sir."
"I know. What hour did they go?"
"Eight o"clock, sir."
"Just seven miles. The Sterndale Road, isn"t it?"
"Yes, sir."
And that was all Boots had to tell.
"Will ye please to come in, sir?" inquired Mrs. Jones.