The man went away to obey his master. Paul walked to the chimneypiece and looked at the clock.
"They"ll be gone to bed at the Grange," he thought to himself. "Will she go there and knock them up, I wonder? Does she know that Edward"s there? I doubt that; and yet Weston may have told her. At any rate, I can be there before her. It would take her a long time to get there on foot. I think I did the right thing in saying what I said to Peterson.
I must have the report of her madness spread everywhere. I must face it out. But how--but how? So long as she was quiet, I could manage everything. But with her against me, and George Weston--oh, the cur, the white-hearted villain, after all that I"ve done for him and Lavinia! But what can a man expect when he"s obliged to put his trust in a fool?"
He went to the window, and stood there looking out until he saw the groom coming along the gravel roadway below the terrace, leading a horse by the bridle. Then he put on the hat that the servant had brought him, ran down the steps, and got into the saddle.
"All right, Jeffreys," he said; "tell them not to expect me back till to-morrow morning. Let Mrs. Simmons sit up for her mistress. Mrs. John may return at any hour in the night."
He galloped away along the smooth carriage-drive. At the lodge he stopped to inquire if any one had been through that way. No, the woman said; she had opened the gates for no one. Paul had expected no other answer. There was a footpath that led to a little wicket-gate opening on the high-road; and of course Olivia had chosen that way, which was a good deal shorter than the carriage-drive.
CHAPTER X.
THE TURNING OF THE TIDE.
It was past two o"clock in the morning of the day which had been appointed for Edward Arundel"s wedding, when Paul Marchmont drew rein before the white gate that divided Major Lawford"s garden from the high-road. There was no lodge, no pretence of grandeur here. An old-fashioned garden surrounded an old-fashioned red-brick house. There was an apple-orchard upon one side of the low white gate, and a flower-garden, with a lawn and fish-pond, upon the other. The carriage-drive wound sharply round to a shallow flight of steps, and a broad door with a narrow window upon each side of it.
Paul got off his horse at the gate, and went in, leading the animal by the bridle. He was a c.o.c.kney, heart and soul, and had no sense of any enjoyments that were not of a c.o.c.kney nature. So the horse he had selected for himself was anything but a fiery creature. He liked plenty of bone and very little blood in the steed he rode, and was contented to go at a comfortable, jog-trot, seven-miles-an-hour pace, along the wretched country roads.
There was a row of old-fashioned wooden posts, with iron chains swinging between them, upon both sides of the doorway. Paul fastened the horse"s bridle to one of these, and went up the steps. He rang a bell that went clanging and jangling through the house in the stillness of the summer night. All the way along the road he had looked right and left, expecting to pa.s.s Olivia; but he had seen no sign of her. This was nothing, however; for there were byways by which she might come from Marchmont Towers to Lawford Grange.
"I must be before her, at any rate," Paul thought to himself, as he waited patiently for an answer to his summons.
The time seemed very long to him, of course; but at last he saw a light glimmering through the mansion windows, and heard a shuffling foot in the hall. Then the door was opened very cautiously, and a woman"s scared face peered out at Mr. Marchmont through the opening.
"What is it?" the woman asked, in a frightened voice.
"It is I, Mr. Marchmont, of Marchmont Towers. Your master knows me. Mr.
Arundel is here, is he not?"
"Yes, and Mrs. Arundel too; but they"re all abed."
"Never mind that; I must see Major Lawford immediately."
"But they"re all abed."
"Never mind that, my good woman; I tell you I must see him."
"But won"t to-morrow mornin" do? It"s near three o"clock, and to-morrow"s our eldest miss"s weddin"-day; and they"re all abed."
"I _must_ see your master. For mercy"s sake, my good woman, do what I tell you! Go and call up Major Lawford,--you can do it quietly,--and tell him I must speak to him at once."
The woman, with the chain of the door still between her and Mr.
Marchmont, took a timid survey of Paul"s face. She had heard of him often enough, but had never seen him before, and she was rather doubtful as to his ident.i.ty. She knew that thieves and robbers resorted to all sorts of tricks in the course of their evil vocation. Mightn"t this application for admittance in the dead of the night be only a part of some burglarious plot against the spoons and forks, and that hereditary silver urn with lions" heads holding rings in their mouths for handles, the fame of which had no doubt circulated throughout all Lincolnshire? Mr. Marchmont had neither a black mask nor a dark-lantern, and to Martha Philpot"s mind these were essential attributes of the legitimate burglar; but he might be burglariously disposed, nevertheless, and it would be well to be on the safe side.
"I"ll go and tell "em," the discreet Martha said civilly; "but perhaps you won"t mind my leaving the chain oop. It ain"t like as if it was winter," she added apologetically.
"You may shut the door, if you like," answered Paul; "only be quick and wake your master. You can tell him that I want to see him upon a matter of life and death."
Martha hurried away, and Paul stood upon the broad stone steps waiting for her return. Every moment was precious to him, for he wanted to be beforehand with Olivia. He had no thought except that she would come straight to the Grange to see Edward Arundel; unless, indeed, she was by any chance ignorant of his whereabouts.
Presently the light appeared again in the narrow windows, and this time a man"s foot sounded upon the stone-flagged hall. This time, too, Martha let down the chain, and opened the door wide enough for Mr.
Marchmont to enter. She had no fear of burglarious marauders now that the valiant Major was at her elbow.
"Mr. Marchmont," exclaimed the old soldier, opening a door leading into a little study, "you will excuse me if I seem rather bewildered by your visit. When an old fellow like me is called up in the middle of the night, he can"t be expected to have his wits about him just at first.
(Martha, bring us a light.) Sit down, Mr. Marchmont; there"s a chair at your elbow. And now may I ask the reason----?"
"The reason I have disturbed you in this abrupt manner. The occasion that brings me here is a very painful one; but I believe that my coming may save you and yours from much annoyance."
"Save us from annoyance! Really, my dear sir, you----"
"I mystify you for the moment, no doubt," Paul interposed blandly; "but if you will have a little patience with me, Major Lawford, I think I can make everything very clear,--only too painfully clear. You have heard of my relative, Mrs. John Marchmont,--my cousin"s widow?"
"I have," answered the Major, gravely.
The dark scandals that had been current about wretched Olivia Marchmont came into his mind with the mention of her name, and the memory of those miserable slanders overshadowed his frank face.
Paul waited while Martha brought in a smoky lamp, with the half-lighted wick sputtering and struggling in its oily socket. Then he went on, in a calm, dispa.s.sionate voice, which seemed the voice of a benevolent Christian, sublimely remote from other people"s sorrows, but tenderly pitiful of suffering humanity, nevertheless.
"You have heard of my unhappy cousin. You have no doubt heard that she is--mad?"
He dropped his voice into so low a whisper, that he only seemed to shape this last word with his thin flexible lips.
"I have heard some rumour to that effect," the Major answered; "that is to say, I have heard that Mrs. John Marchmont has lately become eccentric in her habits."
"It has been my dismal task to watch the slow decay of a very powerful intellect," continued Paul. "When I first came to Marchmont Towers, about the time of my cousin Mary"s unfortunate elopement with Mr.
Arundel, that mental decay had already set in. Already the compa.s.s of Olivia Marchmont"s mind had become reduced to a monotone, and the one dominant thought was doing its ruinous work. It was my fate to find the clue to that sad decay; it was my fate very speedily to discover the nature of that all-absorbing thought which, little by little, had grown into monomania."
Major Lawford stared at his visitor"s face. He was a plain-spoken man, and could scarcely see his way clearly through all this obscurity of fine words.
"You mean to say you found out what had driven your cousin"s widow mad?" he said bluntly.
"You put the question very plainly, Major Lawford. Yes; I discovered the secret of my unhappy relative"s morbid state of mind. That secret lies in the fact, that for the last ten years Olivia Marchmont has cherished a hopeless affection for her cousin, Mr. Edward Arundel."
The Major almost bounded off his chair in horrified surprise.
"Good gracious!" he exclaimed; "you surprise me, Mr. Marchmont, and--and--rather unpleasantly."
"I should never have revealed this secret to you or to any other living creature, Major Lawford, had not circ.u.mstances compelled me to do so.
As far as Mr. Arundel is concerned, I can set your mind quite at ease.
He has chosen to insult me very grossly; but let that pa.s.s. I must do him the justice to state that I believe him to have been from first to last utterly ignorant of the state of his cousin"s mind."
"I hope so, sir; egad, I hope so!" exclaimed the Major, rather fiercely. "If I thought that this young man had trifled with the lady"s affection; if I thought----"
"You need think nothing to the detriment of Mr. Arundel," answered Paul, with placid politeness, "except that he is hot-headed, obstinate, and foolish. He is a young man of excellent principles, and has never fathomed the secret of his cousin"s conduct towards him. I am rather a close observer,--something of a student of human nature,--and I have watched this unhappy woman. She loves, and has loved, her cousin Edward Arundel; and hers is one of those concentrative natures in which a great pa.s.sion is nearly akin to a monomania. It was this hopeless, unreturned affection that embittered her character, and made her a harsh stepmother to my poor cousin Mary. For a long time this wretched woman has been very quiet; but her tranquillity has been only a deceitful calm. To-night the storm broke. Olivia Marchmont heard of the marriage that is to take place to-morrow; and, for the first time, a state of melancholy mania developed into absolute violence. She came to me, and attacked me upon the subject of this intended marriage. She accused me of having plotted to give Edward Arundel another bride; and then, after exhausting herself by a torrent of pa.s.sionate invective against me, against her cousin Edward, your daughter,--every one concerned in to-morrow"s event,--this wretched woman rushed out of the house in a jealous fury, declaring that she would do something--no matter what--to hinder the celebration of Edward Arundel"s second marriage."