"Very sorry too--and only too happy if you could prolong it a little.
_Could_ you, do you think?"
Varbarriere shook his head, and thanked him with a grave smile again--but it was impossible.
"It is a matter--such an arrangement, should it turn out practicable--on which we should reflect and perhaps consult a little. It sounds not unpromisingly, however; we can talk again perhaps, if you allow it, before I go."
"So we can--you won"t forget, and I shall expect to see you often and soon, mind."
And so for the present they parted, Dives politely seeing him to the head of the stairs.
"I think he entertains it," said Sir Jekyl to his brother.
"Yes, certainly, he does--yes, he entertains it. But I suspect he"s a cunning fellow, and you"ll want all the help you can get, Jekyl, if it comes to settling a bargain."
"I dare say," said Sir Jekyl, very tired.
Meanwhile our friend Varbarriere was pa.s.sing through the conservatory, the outer door of which stood open ever so little, tempering the warmth of its artificial atmosphere. He stopped before a file of late exotics, looking at them with a grave meaning smile, and smelling at them abstractedly.
"Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? Selfish rogue! Could it be? A wedding, in which Guy, the son of that murdered friend, should act bridegroom, and the daughter of his murderer, bride; while he, the murderer, stood by smiling, and I, the witness, cried "Amen" to the blessing! _Disgusting!_ Never, _never_--bah! The proposition shows weakness. Good--_very_ good! A come-down for you, Master Jekyl, when you sue for an alliance with Herbert Strangways! Oh!
ho! ho! _Never!_"
A little while later, Varbarriere, who was standing at the hall-door steps, saw a chaise approaching. He felt a presentiment of what was coming. It pulled up at the door.
"No melodrama--no _fracas_--no foolery. Those young turkeys, my faith!
they will be turkeys still. Here he comes, the hero of the piece! Well, what does it matter?" This was not articulated, spoken only in thought, and aloud he said--
"Ha!--Guy?"
And the young man was on the ground in a moment, pale and sad, and hesitated deferentially, not knowing how his uncle might receive him.
"So, here you are," said Varbarriere, coolly but not ill-humouredly.
"Those rambles of yours are not much to the purpose, my friend, and cost some money--don"t you see?"
Guy bowed sadly, and looked, Varbarriere saw, really distressed.
"Well, never mind--the expense need not trouble us," said Varbarriere, carelessly extending his hand, which Guy took. "We may be very good friends in a moderate way; and I"m not sorry you came, on the whole.
Don"t mind going in for a few minutes--you"re very well--and let us come this way for a little."
So side by side they turned the corner of the house, and paced up and down the broad quiet walk under the windows.
"We must leave this immediately, Guy, Sir Jekyl is ill--more seriously I believe, than they fancy; not dangerously, but still a tedious thing.
They call it gout, but I believe there is something more."
"Indeed! How sudden!" exclaimed Guy. And to do him justice, he seemed both shocked and sad, although perhaps all his sorrow was not on Sir Jekyl"s account.
"And I"ll be frank with you, Guy," continued Varbarriere. "I think I can see plainly, maybe, what has drawn you here. It is not I--it is not business--it is not Sir Jekyl. Who or what can it be?"
"I--I thought, sir, my letter had explained."
"And I am going away in the morning--and some of the party probably to-day; for there"s no chance of Sir Jekyl"s coming down for some time,"
continued Varbarriere, not seeming to hear Guy"s interruptions.
"_Very_ sorry!" said Guy, sincerely, and his eyes glanced along the empty windows.
"And so, you see, this visit here leads pretty much to nothing,"
continued Varbarriere. "And it might be best to keep that carriage for a few minutes--eh?--and get into it, and drive back again to Slowton."
"Immediately, sir?"
"Immediately--yes. I"ll join you there in the morning, and we can talk over your plans then. I do not know exactly--we must consider. I don"t want to part in unkindness. I wish to give you a lift, Guy, if you"ll let me." So said Varbarriere in his off-hand way.
Guy bowed deferentially.
"And see, nephew; there"s a thing--_attend_, if you please," said Varbarriere, lowering his voice.
"I attend, sir."
"See--you answer upon your honour--do you hear?"
"I do, sir. You hear nothing but truth from me."
"Well, yes--very good. Is there--have you any correspondence in this house?" demanded the ponderous uncle, and his full dark eyes turned suddenly on the young man.
"No, sir, no correspondence."
"No one writes to you?"
"No, sir."
"Nor you to anyone?"
"No, sir."
"There must be no nonsense of that kind, Guy--I"ve told you so before--put it quite out of your head. You need not speak--I am merely discussing a hypothesis--quite out of your head. Nothing could ever come of it but annoyance. You know, of course, to whom all this relates; and I tell you it can"t be. There are reasons you shall hear elsewhere, which are final."
What Guy might have answered does not appear, for at that moment old Doocey joined them.
"Oh! come back--how d"ye do?--going to break up here, I fancy;" this was to Varbarriere; "Sir Jekyl"s in for a regular fit of it evidently. Old Sir Paul Blunket was talking to Pratt, their doctor here--and old fellows, you know, go into particulars" (Doocey, of course, was rather a young fellow), "and generally know more about things of this sort--and he says Dr. Pratt thinks he"ll not be on his legs for a month, egad. So he says he"s going either to-night or to-morrow--and I"m off this evening; so is Linnett. Can I do anything for you at Llandudno? Going there first, and I want to see a little of North Wales before the season grows too late."
Varbarriere was grateful, but had nothing to transmit to Llandudno.
"And--and Drayton--_he"s_ going to stay," and he looked very sly. "An attraction, you know, _there_; besides, I believe he"s related--is not he?--and, of course, old Lady Alice Redcliffe stays for chaperon. A great chance for Drayton."
There was a young man at his elbow who thought Doocey the greatest c.o.xcomb and fool on earth, except, perhaps, Drayton, and who suffered acutely and in silence under his talk.
"Drayton"s very spoony on her--eh?--the young lady, Miss Marlowe--haven"t you observed?" murmured old Doocey, with a sly smile, to Varbarriere.
"Very suitable it would be--fine estate, I"m told," answered Varbarriere; "and a good-looking young fellow too."