They spoke in an Eastern dialect, which I am paraphrasing here and translating there, according to the measure of my humble abilities.
Isaac sucked his pipe very fast; this news was a double blow to his feelings. "If she be indeed a Nazarite without faith, let her go; but judge not the simple hastily. First, let me know how far woman"s frailty is to blame; how far man"s guile--for not for nothing was Crawley sent out to the mine by Meadows. Let me consider;" and he smoked calmly again.
After a long silence, which Nathan was too respectful to break, the old man gave him his commission for to-morrow. He was to try and discover why Susan Merton had written no letters for many months to George; and why she had betrothed herself to the foe. "But reveal nothing in return," said Isaac, "neither ask more than three questions of any one person, lest they say, "Who is this that being a Jew asks many questions about a Nazarite maiden, and why asks he them?""
At night Nathan returned full of intelligence. She loved the young man Fielding. She wrote letters to him and received letters from him, until gold was found in Australia. But after this he wrote to her no more letters, wherefore her heart was troubled.
"Ah! and did she write to him?"
"Yes! but received no answer, nor any letter for many months."
"Ah!" (puff!) (puff!)
"Then came a rumor that he was dead, and she mourned for him after the manner of her people many days. Verily, master, I am vexed for the Nazarite maiden, for her tale is sad. Then came a letter from Australia, that said he is not dead, but married to a stranger. Then the maiden said: "Behold now this twelve months he writes not to me, this then is true"; and she bowed her head, and the color left her cheek. Then this Meadows visited her, and consoled her day by day. And there are those who confidently affirm that her father said often to her, "Behold now I am a man stricken in years, and the man Meadows is rich"; so the maiden gave her hand to the man, but whether to please the old man her father, or out of the folly and weakness of females, thou, O Isaac, son of Shadrach, shalt determine; seeing that I am young, and little versed in the ways of women, knowing this only by universal report, that they are fair to the eye but often bitter to the taste."
"Aha!" cried Isaac, "but I am old, O Nathan, son of Eli, and with the thorns of old age comes one good fruit, "experience." No letters came to him, yet she wrote many. None came to her, yet he wrote many. All this is transparent as gla.s.s--here has been fraud as well as guile."
Nathan"s eye sparkled. "What is the fraud, master?"
"Nay, that I know not, but I will know!"
"But how, master?"
"By help of thine ears, or my own!"
Nathan looked puzzled. So long as Mr. Levi shut himself up a close prisoner on the first floor what could he hear for himself?
Isaac read the look and smiled. He then rose, and, putting his finger to his lips, led the way to his own apartments. At the staircase-door, which even Nathan had not yet pa.s.sed, he bade the young man take off his shoes; he himself was in slippers. He took Nathan into a room, the floor of which was entirely covered with mattresses. A staircase, the steps of which were covered with horsehair, went by a tolerably easy slope and spiral movement nearly up to the cornice. Of this cornice a portion about a foot square swung back on a well-oiled hinge, and Isaac drew out from the wall with the utmost caution a piece of gutta-percha piping, to this he screwed on another piece open at the end, and applied it to his ear.
Nathan comprehended it all in a moment. His master could overhear every word uttered in Meadows" study. Levi explained to him that ere he left his old house he had put a new cornice in the room he thought Meadows would sit in, a cornice so deeply ornamented that no one could see the ear he left in it, and had taken out bricks in the wall of the adjoining house and made the other arrangements they were inspecting together.
Mr. Levi further explained that his object was simply to overhear and counteract every scheme Meadows should form. He added that he never intended to leave Farnborough for long. His intention had been to establish certain relations in that country, buy some land, and return immediately; but the gold discovery had detained him.
"But, master," said Nathan, "suppose the man had taken his business to the other side of his house?"
"Foolish youth," replied Isaac, "am I not on both sides of him!!"
"Ah! What, is there another on the other?" Isaac nodded.
Thus, while Nathan was collecting facts, Isaac had been watching, "patient as a cat, keen as a lynx," at his ear-hole, and heard--nothing.
Now the next day Nathan came in hastily long before the usual hour.
"Master, another enemy is come--the man Crawley! I saw him from the window; he saw not me. What shall I do?"
"Keep the house all day. I would not have him see you. He would say, "Aha! the old Jew is here, too."" Nathan"s countenance fell. He was a prisoner now as well as his master.
The next morning, rising early to prepare their food, he was surprised to find the old man smoking his pipe down below.
"All is well, my son. My turn has come. I have had great patience, and great is the reward." He then told him with natural exultation the long conference he had been secretly present at between Crawley and Meadows--a conference in which the enemy had laid bare, not his guilt only, but the secret crevice in his coat of mail. "She loves him not!" cried Levi, with exultation. "She is his dupe! With a word I can separate them and confound him utterly."
"Oh, master!" cried the youth eagerly, "speak that word to-day, and let me be there and hear it spoken if I have favor in your eyes."
"Speak it to-day!" cried Levi, with a look of intense surprise at Nathan"s simplicity. "Go to, foolish youth!" said he; "what, after I have waited months and months for vengeance, would you have me fritter it away for want of waiting a day or two longer? No, I will strike, not the empty cup from his hand, but the full cup from his lips. Aha! you have seen the Jew insulted and despised in many lands; have patience now and you shall see how he can give blow for blow; ay! old, and feeble, and without a weapon, can strike his adversary to the heart."
Nathan"s black eye flashed. "You are the master, I the scholar," said he. "All I ask is to be permitted to share the watching for your enemy"s words, since I may not go abroad while it is day."
Thus the old and young lynx lay in ambush all day. And at night the young lynx prowled, but warily, lest Crawley should see him; and every night brought home some sc.r.a.p of intelligence.
To change the metaphor, it was as though while the Western spider wove his artful web round the innocent fly, the Oriental spider wove another web round him, the threads of which were so subtle as to be altogether invisible. Both East and West leaned with sublime faith on their respective gossamers, nor remembered that "Dieu dispose."
CHAPTER Lx.x.xII.
MEADOWS rode to Gra.s.smere, to try and prevail with Susan to be married on Thursday next, instead of Monday. As he rode he revolved every argument he could think of to gain her compliance. He felt sure she was more inclined to postpone the day than to advance it, but something told him his fate hung on this: "These two men will come home on Monday. I am sure of it. Ay, Monday morning, before we can wed. I will not throw a chance away; the game is too close." Then he remembered with dismay that Susan had been irritable and snappish just before parting yester eve--a trait she had never exhibited to him before. When he arrived, his heart almost failed him, but after some little circ.u.mlocution and excuse he revealed the favor, the great favor, he was come to ask. He asked it.
She granted it without the shade of a demur. He was no less surprised than delighted, but the truth is that very irritation and snappishness of yesterday was the cause of her consenting; her conscience told her she had been unkind, and he had been too wise to snap in return. So now he benefited by the reaction and little bit of self-reproach. For do but abstain from reproaching a good girl who has been unjust or unkind to you, and ten to one if she does not make you the _amemde_ by word or deed--most likely the latter, for so she can soothe her tender conscience without grazing her equally sensitive pride. Poor Susan little knew the importance of the concession she made so easily.
Meadows galloped home triumphant. But two whole days now between him and his bliss! And that day pa.s.sed and Tuesday pa.s.sed. The man lived three days and nights in a state of tension that would have killed some of us or driven us mad; but his intrepid spirit rode the billows of hope and fear like a petrel. And the day before the wedding it did seem as if his adverse fate got suddenly alarmed and made a desperate effort and hurled against him every a.s.sailant that could be found. In the morning came his mother, and implored him ere it was too late to give up this marriage.
"I have kept silence, yea even from good words," said the aged woman; "but at last I must speak. John, she does not love you. I am a woman and can read a woman"s heart; and you fancied her long before George Fielding was false to her, if false he ever was, John."
The old woman said the whole of this last sentence with so much meaning that her son was stung to rage, and interrupted her fiercely: "I looked to find all the world against me, but not my own mother. No matter, so be it; the whole world shan"t turn me, and those I don"t care to fight I"ll fly."
And he turned savagely on his heel and left the old woman there shocked and terrified by his vehemence. She did not stay there long. Soon the scarlet cloak and black bonnet might have been seen wending their way slowly back to the little cottage, the poor old tidy bonnet drooping lower than it was wont. Meadows came back to dinner; he had a mutton-chop in his study, for it was a busy day. While thus employed there came almost bursting into the room a man struck with remorse--Jefferies, the recreant postmaster.
"Mr. Meadows, I can carry on this game no longer, and I won"t for any man living!" He then in a wild, loud, and excited way went on to say how the poor girl had come a hundred times for a letter, and looked in his face so wistfully, and once she had said: "Oh, Mr. Jefferies, do have a letter for me!" and how he saw her pale face in his dreams, and little he thought when he became Meadows" tool the length the game was to be carried.
Meadows heard him out; then simply reminded him of his theft, and a.s.sured him with an oath that if he dared to confess his villainy--
"My villainy?" shrieked the astonished postmaster.
"Whose else? You have intercepted letters--not I. You have abused the public confidence--not I. So if you are such a fool and sneak as to cut your throat by peaching on yourself, I"ll cry louder than you, and I"ll show you have emptied letters as well as stopped them. Go home to your wife, and keep quiet, or I"ll smash both you and her."
"Oh, I know you are without mercy, and I dare not open my heart while I live; but I will beat you yet, you cruel monster. I will leave a note for Miss Merton, confessing all, and blow out my brains to-night in the office."
The man"s manner was wild and despairing. Meadows eyed him sternly. He said with affected coolness: "Jefferies, you are not game to take your own life."
"Ain"t I?" was the reply.
"At least I think not."
"To-night will show."
"I must know that before night," cried Meadows, and with the word he sprang on Jefferies and seized him in a grasp of iron, and put a pistol to his head.
"Ah! no! Mr. Meadows. Mercy! mercy!" shrieked the man, in an agony of fear.
"All right," said Meadows, coolly putting up the pistol. "You half imposed on me, and that is something for you to brag of. You won"t kill yourself, Jefferies; you are not the stuff. Give over shaking like an aspen, and look and listen. You are in debt. I"ve bought up two drafts of yours--here they are. Come to me to-morrow, after the wedding, and I will give you them to light your pipe with."
"Oh, Mr. Meadows, that would be one load off my mind."