There he found all very quiet. The supercilious footman who admitted him to the hall seemed doubtful whether he should admit him any farther.
"Mr. Dunbar are hup," he said; "and have breakfasted, to the best of my knowledge, which the breakfast ekewpage have not yet been removed."
"So much the better," Major Vernon answered, coolly. "You may bring up some fresh coffee, John; for I haven"t made much of a breakfast myself; and if you"ll tell the cook to devil the thigh of a turkey, with plenty of cayenne-pepper and a squeeze of lemon, I shall be obliged. You need"nt trouble yourself; I know my way."
The Major opened the door leading to Mr. Dunbar"s apartments, and walked without ceremony into the tapestried chamber, where he found the banker sitting near a table, upon which a silver coffee service, a Dresden cup and saucer, and two or three covered dishes gave evidence that Mr.
Dunbar had been breakfasting. Cold meats, raised pies, and other comestibles were laid out upon the carved-oak sideboard.
The Major paused upon the threshold of the chamber and gravely contemplated his friend.
"It"s comfortable!" he exclaimed; "to say the least of it, it"s very comfortable, dear boy!"
The dear boy did not look particularly pleased as he lifted his eyes to his visitor"s face.
"I thought you were in London?" he said.
"Which shows how very little you trouble yourself about the concerns of your neighbours," answered Major Vernon, "for if you had condescended to inquire about the movements of your humble friend, you would have been told that he had bought a comfortable little property in the neighbourhood, and settled down to do the respectable country gentleman for the remainder of his natural life--always supposing that the liberality of his honoured friend enables him to do the thing decently."
"Do you mean to say that you have bought property in this neighbourhood?"
"Yes! I am leasehold proprietor of Woodbine Cottage, near Lisford and Shorncliffe."
"And you mean to settle in Warwickshire?"
"I do."
Henry Dunbar smiled to himself as his friend said this.
"You"re welcome to do so," he said, "as far as I am concerned."
The Major looked at him sharply.
"Your sentiments are liberality itself, my dear friend. But I must respectfully remind you that the expenses attendant upon taking possession of my humble abode have been very heavy. In plain English, the two thou" which you so liberally advanced as the first instalment of future bounties, has melted like snow in a rapid thaw. I want another two thou", friend of my youth and patron of my later years. What"s a thousand or so, more or less, to the senior partner in the house of D., D., and B.? Make it two five this time, and your pet.i.tioner will ever pray, &c. &c. &c. Make it two five, Prince of Maudesley!"
There is no need for me to record the interview between these two men.
It was rather a long one; for, in congenial companionship, Major Vernon had plenty to say for himself: it was only when he felt himself out of his element and unappreciated that the Major wrapped himself in the dignity of silence, at in some mystic mantle, and retired for the time being from the outer world.
He did not leave Maudesley Abbey until he had succeeded in the object of his visit, and he carried away in his pocket-book cheques to the amount of two thousand five hundred pounds.
"I flatter myself I was just in the nick of time," the Major thought, as he walked back to Woodbine Cottage, "for as sure as my name"s what it is, my friend means a bolt. He means a bolt; and the money I"ve had to-day is the last I shall ever receive from that quarter."
Almost immediately after Major Vernon"s departure, Henry Dunbar rang the bell for the servant who acted as his valet whenever he required the services of one, which was not often.
"I shall start for Paris to-night, Jeffreys," he said to this man. "I want to see what the French jewellers can do before I trust Lady Jocelyn"s necklace into the hands of English workmen. I"m not well, and I want change of air and scene, so I shall start for Paris to-night.
Pack a small portmanteau with everything that"s indispensable, but pack nothing unnecessary."
"Am I to go with you, sir?" the man asked.
Henry Dunbar looked at his watch, and seemed to reflect upon this question some moments before he answered.
"How do the up-trains go on a Sunday?" he asked.
"There"s an express from the north stops at Rugby at six o"clock, sir.
You might meet that, if you left Shorncliffe by the 4:35 train."
"I could do that," answered the banker; "it"s only three o"clock. Pack my portmanteau at once, Jeffreys, and order the carriage to be ready for me at a quarter to four. No, I won"t take you to Paris with me. You can follow me in a day or two with some more things."
"Yes, sir."
There was no such thing as bustle and confusion in a household organized like that of Mr. Dunbar. The valet packed his master"s portmanteau and dressing-case; the carriage came round to the gravel-drive before the porch at the appointed moment; and five minutes afterwards Mr. Dunbar came out into the hall, with his greatcoat closely b.u.t.toned over his broad chest, and a leopard-skin travelling-rug flung across his shoulder.
Round his waist he wore the chamois-leather belt which he had made with his own hands at the Clarendon Hotel. This belt had never quitted him since the night upon which he made it. The carriage conveyed him to the Shorncliffe station. He got out and went upon the platform. Although it was not yet five o"clock, the wintry light was fading in the grey sky, and in the railway station it was already dark. There were lamps here and there, but they only made separate splotches of light in the dusky atmosphere.
Henry Dunbar walked slowly up and down the platform. He was so deeply absorbed by his own thoughts that he was quite startled presently when a young man came close behind him, and addressed him eagerly.
"Mr. Dunbar," he said; "Mr. Dunbar!"
The banker turned sharply round, and recognized Arthur Lovell.
"Ah! my dear Lovell, is that you? You quite startled me."
"Are you going by the next train? I was so anxious to see you."
"Why so?"
"Because there"s some one here who very much wishes to see you; quite an old friend of yours, he says. Who do you think it is?"
"I don"t know, I can"t guess--I"ve so many old friends. I can"t see any one, Lovell. I"m very ill, I saw a physician while I was in London; and he told me that my heart is diseased, and that if I wish to live I must avoid any agitation, any sudden emotion, as I would avoid a deadly poison. Who is it that wants to see me?"
"Lord Herriston, the great Anglo-Indian statesman. He is a friend of my father"s, and he has been very kind to me--indeed, he offered me an appointment, which I found it wisest to decline. He talked a great deal about you, when my father told him that you"d settled at Maudesley, and would have driven over to see you if he could have managed to spare the time, without losing his train. You"ll see him, wont you?"
"Where is he?"
"Here, in the station--in the waiting-room. He has been visiting in Warwickshire, and he lunched with my father _en pa.s.sant_; he is going to Derby, and he"s waiting for the down-train to take him on to the main line. You"ll come and see him?"
"Yes, I shall be very glad; I----"
Henry Dunbar stopped suddenly, with his hand upon his side. The bell had been ringing while Lovell and the banker had stood upon the platform talking. The train came into the station at this moment.
"I shan"t be able to see Lord Herriston to-night," Mr. Dunbar said, hurriedly; "I must go by this train, or I shall lose a day. Good-bye, Lovell. Make my best compliments to Herriston; tell him I have been very ill. Good-bye."
"Your portmanteau"s in the carriage, sir," the servant said, pointing to the open door of a first-cla.s.s compartment. Henry Dunbar got into the carriage. At the moment of his doing so, an elderly gentleman came out of the waiting-room.
"Is this my train, Lovell?" he asked.
"No, my Lord. Mr. Dunbar is here; he goes by this train. You"ll have time to speak to him."
The train was moving. Lord Herriston was an active old fellow. He ran along the platform, looking into the carriages. But the old man"s sight was not as good as his legs were; he looked eagerly into the carriage-windows, but he only saw a confusion of flickering lamplight, and strange faces, and newspapers unfurled in the hands of wakeful travellers, and the heads of sleepy pa.s.sengers rolling and jolting against the padded sides of the carriage.