The reception of this letter proved an agreeable incident of an otherwise rather dull Sunday evening at Nab Grange. The Marchesa had been bored; the Colonel was sulky. Miss Gilletson had forbidden cards; her conscience would not allow herself, nor her feelings of envy permit other people, to play on the Sabbath. Lady Norah and Violet Dufaure were somewhat at cross-purposes, each preferring to talk to Stillford and endeavoring, under a false show of amity, to foist Captain Irons on to the other.
"Listen to this!" cried the Marchesa vivaciously. She read it out. "He doesn"t beat about the bush, does he? I"m to surrender before eight o"clock to-morrow morning!"
"Sounds rather a peremptory sort of a chap!" observed Colonel Wenman.
"I," remarked Lady Norah, "shouldn"t so much as answer him, Helena."
"I shall certainly answer him and tell him that he"ll trespa.s.s on my property at his peril," said the Marchesa haughtily. "Isn"t that the right way to put it, Mr. Stillford?"
"If it would be a trespa.s.s, that might be one way to put it," was Stillford"s professionally cautious advice. "But as I ventured to tell you when you determined to put on the padlock, the rights in the matter are not quite as clear as we could wish."
"When I bought this place, I bought a private estate--a private estate, Mr. Stillford--for myself--not a short cut for Lord Lynborough! Am I to put up a notice for him, "This Way to the Bathing-Machines"?"
"I wouldn"t stand it for a moment." Captain Irons sounded bellicose.
Violet Dufaure was amicably inclined.
"You might give him leave to walk through. It would be a bore for him to go round by the road every time."
"Certainly I might give him leave if he asked for it," retorted the Marchesa rather sharply. "But he doesn"t. He orders me to open my gate--and tells me he means to bathe! As if I cared whether he bathed or not! What is it to me, I ask you, Violet, whether the man bathes or not?"
"I beg your pardon, Marchesa, but aren"t you getting a little off the point?" Stillford intervened deferentially.
"No, I"m not. I never get off the point, Mr. Stillford. Do I, Colonel Wenman?"
"I"ve never known you to do it in my life, Marchesa." There was, in fact, as Lynborough had ventured to antic.i.p.ate, a flush on the Marchesa"s cheek, and the Colonel knew his place.
"There, Mr. Stillford!" she cried triumphantly. Then she swept--the expression is really applicable--across the room to her writing-table.
"I shall be courteous, but quite decisive," she announced over her shoulder as she sat down.
Stillford stood by the fire, smiling doubtfully. Evidently it was no use trying to stop the Marchesa; she had insisted on locking the gate, and she would persist in keeping it locked till she was forced, by process of law or otherwise, to open it again. But if the Lords of Scarsmoor Castle really had used it without interruption for fifty years (as Lord Lynborough a.s.serted)--well, the Marchesa"s rights were at least in a precarious position.
The Marchesa came back with her letter in her hand.
""The Marchesa di San Servolo,"" she read out to an admiring audience, ""presents her compliments to Lord Lynborough. The Marchesa has no intention of removing the padlock and other obstacles which have been placed on the gate to prevent trespa.s.sing--either by Lord Lynborough or by anybody else. The Marchesa is not concerned to know Lord Lynborough"s plans in regard to bathing or otherwise. Nab Grange; 13th June.""
The Marchesa looked round on her friends with a satisfied air.
"I call that good," she remarked. "Don"t you, Norah?"
"I don"t like the last sentence."
"Oh yes! Why, that"ll make him angrier than anything else! Please ring the bell for me, Mr. Stillford; it"s just behind you."
The butler came back.
"Who brought Lord Lynborough"s letter?" asked the Marchesa.
"I don"t know who it is, your Excellency--one of the upper servants at the Castle, I think."
"How did he come to the house?"
"By the drive--from the south gate--I believe, your Excellency."
"I"m glad of that," she declared, looking positively dangerous. "Tell him to go back the same way, and not by the--by what Lord Lynborough chooses to call "Beach Path." Here"s a letter for him to take."
"Very good, your Excellency." The butler received the letter and withdrew.
"Yes," said Lady Norah, "rather funny he should call it Beach Path, isn"t it?"
"I don"t know whether it"s funny or not, Norah, but I do know that I don"t care what he calls it. He may call it Piccadilly if he likes, but it"s my path all the same." As she spoke she looked, somewhat defiantly, at Mr. Stillford.
Violet Dufaure, whose delicate frame held an indomitable and indeed pugnacious spirit, appealed to Stillford; "Can"t Helena have him taken up if he trespa.s.ses?"
"Well, hardly, Miss Dufaure. The remedy would lie in the civil courts."
"Shall I bring an action against him? Is that it? Is that right?" cried the Marchesa.
"That"s the ticket, eh, Stillford?" asked the Colonel.
Stillford"s position was difficult; he had the greatest doubt about his client"s case.
"Suppose you leave him to bring the action?" he suggested. "When he does, we can fully consider our position."
"But if he insists on using the path to-morrow?"
"He"ll hardly do that," Stillford persuaded her. "You"ll probably get a letter from him, asking for the name of your solicitor. You will give him my name; I shall obtain the name of his solicitor, and we shall settle it between us--amicably, I hope, but in any case without further personal trouble to you, Marchesa."
"Oh!" said the Marchesa blankly. "That"s how it will be, will it?"
"That"s the usual course--the proper way of doing the thing."
"It may be proper; it sounds very dull, Mr. Stillford. What if he does try to use the path to-morrow--"in order to bathe" as he"s good enough to tell me?"
"If you"re right about the path, then you"ve the right to stop him,"
Stillford answered rather reluctantly. "If you do stop him, that, of course, raises the question in a concrete form. You will offer a formal resistance. He will make a formal protest. Then the lawyers step in."
"We always end with the lawyers--and my lawyer doesn"t seem sure I"m right!"
"Well, I"m not sure," said Stillford bluntly. "It"s impossible to be sure at this stage of the case."
"For all I see, he may use my path to-morrow!" The Marchesa was justifying her boast that she could stick to a point.
"Now that you"ve lodged your objection, that won"t matter much legally."
"It will annoy me intensely," the Marchesa complained.
"Then we"ll stop him," declared Colonel Wenman valorously.