Alfred soon cooled, and began to laugh at his own anger and the unbounded impudence of his visitors: but, on the other hand, it struck him as a grave circ.u.mstance that so able a man as his father should stir muddy water; should go and talk to these strangers about the money he had misappropriated. He puzzled himself all the time he was dressing: and, not to trouble the reader with all the conjectures that pa.s.sed through his mind, he concluded at last, that Mr. Hardie must feel very strong, very sure there was no evidence against him but his son"s, or he would not take the eighth commandment by the horns like this.
"Injustice carries it with a high hand," thought Alfred, with a sigh.
He was not the youth to imitate his father"s shamelessness: so he locked this last incident in his own breast; did not even mention it to Julia.
But now, on reading Peggy"s note, his warlike instincts awoke, and, though he despised his correspondent and her motives, he could not let such a chance pa.s.s of defeating brazen injustice. It was unfortunate and awkward to have to go to Silverton on his wedding morning; but, after all, there was plenty of time. He packed up his things at once for the wedding tour, and in the morning took them with him in the fly to Silverton: his plan was to come back direct to Albion Villa: so he went to Silverton Grove full dressed, all ready for the wedding.
As it happened he overtook his friend Peterson just outside the town, called to him gaily, and invited him to church and breakfast.
To his surprise the young gentleman replied sullenly that he should certainly not come.
"Not come, old fellow?" said Alfred, hurt.
"You have a good cheek to ask me," retorted the other.
This led to an explanation. Peterson"s complaint was that he had told Alfred he was in love with Julia, and Alfred had gone directly and fallen in love with her just to cut him out.
"What are you talking about?" said Alfred. "So this is the reason you have kept away from me of late: why, I was engaged to her at the very time; only my father was keeping us apart."
"Then why didn"t you say so?"
"Because my love is not of the prattling sort."
"Oh, nonsense; I don"t believe a word of it."
"You don"t believe my word! Did you ever know me tell a lie? At that rate think what you please, sir: drive on, Strabo."
And so ended that little friendship.
On the road our ardent youth arranged in his head a n.o.ble scheme. He would bring Peggy Black home with him, compensating her liberally for the place she would thereby lose: would confront her privately with his father, and convince him it was his interest to restore the Dodds their money with a good grace, take the L. 5000 he had already offered, and countenance the wedding by letting Jane be present at it. It was hard to do all this in the time, but well worth trying for, and not impossible.
A two-horse fly is not a slow conveyance, and he offered the man a guinea to drive fast; so that it was not nine o"clock when they reached Silverton Grove House, a place Alfred had never heard of. This, however, I may observe, was no wonder: for it had not borne that name a twelve-month.
It was a large square mansion of red brick, with stone facings and corners, and with bal.u.s.trades that hid the garret windows. It stood in its own grounds, and the entrance was through handsome iron gates, one of which was wide open to admit people on foot or horseback. The flyman got down and tried to open the other, but could not manage it. "There, don"t waste time," said Alfred impatiently, "let me out."
He found a notice under the bell, "Ring and enter." He rang accordingly, and at the clang the hall-door opened, as if he had pulled a porter along with the bell; and a grey-haired servant out of livery stood on the steps to receive him. Alfred hurried across the plat, which was trimmed as neatly as a college green, and asked the servant if he could see Margaret Black.
"Margaret Black?" said the man doubtfully: "I"ll inquire, sir. Please to follow me."
They entered a handsome hall, with antlers and armour: from this a double staircase led up to a landing with folding doors in the centre of it; one of these doors was wide open like the iron gate outside. The servant showed Alfred up the left-hand staircase, through the open door, into a s.p.a.cious drawing-room, handsomely though not gaily furnished and decorated, but a little darkened by Venetian blinds.
The old servant walked gravely on and on, till Alfred began to think he would b.u.t.t the wall; but he put his hand out and opened a door that might very well escape a stranger"s notice; for it was covered with looking-gla.s.s, and matched another narrow mirror in shape and size.
This door led into a very long room, as plain and even sordid as the drawing-room was inviting: the unpapered walls were a cold drab, and wanted washing; there was a thick cobweb up in one corner, and from the ceiling hung the tail of another, which the housemaid"s broom had scotched not killed: that side of the room they entered by was all books. The servant said, "Stay here a moment, sir, and I"ll send her to you." With this he retired into the drawing-room, closing the door softly after him: once closed it became invisible; it fitted like wax, and left nothing to be seen but books; not even a k.n.o.b. It shut to with that gentle but clean click which a spring bolt, however polished and oiled and gently closed, will emit. Altogether it was enough to give some people a turn. But Alfred"s nerves were not to be affected by trifles; he put his hands in his pockets and walked up and down the room, quietly enough at first, but by-and-bye uneasily. "Confound her for wasting my time," thought he; "why doesn"t she come?"
Then, as he had learned to pick up the fragments of time, and hated dawdling, he went to take a book from the shelves.
He found it was a piece of iron, admirably painted: it chilled his hand with its unexpected coldness: and all the books on and about the door were iron and chilly.
"Well," thought he, "this is the first dummy ever took me in. What a fool the man must be! Why he could have bought books with ideas in them for the price of these impostors."
Still Peggy did not come. So he went to a door opposite, and at right angles to the farthest window, meaning to open it and inquire after her: lo and behold he found this was a k.n.o.b without a door. There had been a door but it was blocked up. The only available door on that side had a keyhole, but no latch, nor handle.
Alfred was a prisoner.
He no sooner found this out than he began to hammer on the door with his fists, and call out.
This had a good effect, for he heard a woman"s dress come rustling: a key was inserted, and the door opened. But, instead of Peggy, it was a tall well-formed woman of thirty, with dark grey eyes, and straightish eyebrows ma.s.sive and black as jet. She was dressed quietly but like a lady. Mrs. Archbold, for that was her name, cast on Alfred one of those swift, all-devouring glances, with which her s.e.x contrive to take in the features, character, and dress of a person from head to foot, and smiled most graciously on him, revealing a fine white set of teeth. She begged him to take a seat; and sat down herself. She had left the door ajar.
"I came to see Margaret Black," said Alfred.
"Margaret Black? There is no such person here," was the quiet reply.
"What! has she gone away so early as this?"
Mrs. Archbold smiled, and said soothingly, "Are you sure she ever existed; except in your imagination?"
Alfred laughed at this, and showed her Peggy"s letter. She ran her eye over it, and returned it him with a smile of a different kind, half pitying, half cynical. But presently resuming her former manner, "I remember now," said she in dulcet tones: "the anxiety you are labouring under is about a large sum of money, is it not?"
"What, can you give me any information about it?" said he, surprised.
"I think we can render you great _service_ in the matter, infinite service, Mr. Hardie," was the reply, in a voice of very honey.
Alfred was amazed at this. "You say you don"t know Peggy! And yet you seem to know me. I never saw you in my life before, madam; what on earth is the meaning of all this?"
"Calm yourself," said Mrs. Archbold, laying a white and finely moulded hand upon his arm, "there is no wonder nor mystery in the matter: _you were expected._"
The colour rushed into Alfred"s face, and he started to his feet; some vague instinct told him to be gone from this place.
The lady fixed her eyes on him, put her hand to a gold chain that was round her neck, and drew out of her white bosom, not a locket, nor a key, but an ivory whistle. Keeping her eye steadily fixed on Alfred, she breathed softly into the whistle. Then two men stepped quietly in at the door; one was a short, stout sn.o.b, with great red whiskers, the other a wiry gentleman with iron-grey hair. The latter spoke to Alfred, and began to coax him. If Mrs. Archbold was honey, this personage was treacle. "Be calm, my dear young gentleman; don"t agitate yourself. You have been sent here for your good; and that you may be cured, and so restored to society and to your anxious and affectionate friends."
"What are you talking about? what do you mean?" cried Alfred; "are you mad?"
"No, _we_ are not," said the short sn.o.b, with a coa.r.s.e laugh.
"Have done with this fooling, then," said Alfred sharply; "the person I came to see is not here; good morning."
The short man instantly stepped to the door, and put his back to it.
The other said calmly, "No, Mr. Hardie, you cannot leave the house at present."
"Can"t I? Why not, pray?" said Alfred, drawing his breath hard: and his eyes began to glitter dangerously.
"We are responsible for your safety: we have force at hand if necessary; pray do not compel us to summon it."
"Why, where am I?" said Alfred, panting now; "is this a prison?"
"No, no," said Mrs. Archbold soothingly: "it is a place where you will be cured of your headaches and your delusions, and subjected to no unnecessary pain nor restraint."
"Oh, bother," said the short sn.o.b brutally. "Why make two bites of a cherry? You are in my asylum, young gentleman, and a devilish lucky thing for you."
At this fatal word, "asylum," Alfred uttered a cry of horror and despair, and his eyes roved wildly round the room in search of escape.
But the windows of the room, though outside the house they seemed to come as low as those of the drawing-room, were partly bricked-up within, and made just too high to be reached without a chair. And his captors read that wild glance directly, and the doctor whipped one chair away, while Mrs. Archbold, with more tact, sat quietly down on the other. They all three blew their whistles shrilly.