"I speak of his wife," said the old gentleman, loftily. "I have never called any other woman Mrs. Nash Caromel. Her uncle, Tinkle, of Inkberrow, called about the transfer of some of his funded property, and she was with him. I respect that young woman, Squire Todhetley."
"Ay, to be sure. So do I. Well, now, you will let me drive you back this afternoon, and you"ll take dinner with me, and we"ll go to Caromel"s Farm afterwards. We never venture there before night; that Miss Gwinny Nave makes her appearance sometimes in the daytime."
"It must be late in the afternoon then," said the lawyer, rather crossly--for he did not enter into the business with a good grace yet.
"All the same to me," acquiesced the pater, pleased at having got his consent on any terms.
And when the Squire drove in that evening just at the dinner-hour and brought Lawyer Crow with him, we wondered what was agate. Old Jacobson, who had called in, and been invited to stay by the mater, was as curious as anything over it, and asked the Squire aside, what he was up to, that he must employ Crow instead of his own man.
The will Nash Caromel wished to make was accomplished, signed and sealed, himself and this said Evesham lawyer being alone privy to its contents. Dobbs the blacksmith was fetched in, and he and Grizzel witnessed it.
And, as if Nash Caromel had only lived to make the will, he went galloping on to death at railroad speed directly it was done. A change took place in him the same night. His bell rang for Grizzel, and the old woman thought him dying.
But he rallied a bit the next day: and when the Squire got there in the evening, he was sitting up by the fire dressed. And terribly uneasy.
"I want to see her," he began, before the Squire had time to say, How are you, or How are you not. "I can"t die in peace unless I see her. And it will not be long first now. I am a bit better, but I thought I was dying in the night: has Grizzel told you?"
The Squire nodded in silence. He was struck with the change in Nash.
"Who is it you want to see? Charlotte Tinkle?"
"Ay, you"ve guessed it. "Twasn"t hard to guess, was it? I want to see her, Todhetley. I know she"d come."
Little doubt of that. Had Nash wanted her to visit him in the midst of a fiery furnace, she"d have rushed into it headlong.
But there were difficulties in the way. Charlotte Tinkle was not one of your strong-minded women who are born without nerves; and to tell her that Nash Caromel was living, and not dead, might send her into hysterics for a week. Besides that, Harry Tinkle was Nash Caromel"s bitter enemy: if he learnt the truth he might be for handing him over, dying or living, to old Jones the constable.
"I don"t see how she is to be got here, and that"s the truth, Caromel,"
spoke the Squire, awaking from his reverie. "It"s not a thing I should like to undertake. Here comes Duffham."
"I know what you are thinking of--Harry Tinkle," returned Nash, as Duffham felt his pulse. "When I was supposed to have died, balking him of his revenge, he grew mad with rage. For a month afterwards he abused me to everybody in the most atrocious terms: in public rooms, in----"
"Who told you that?" interrupted the Squire. "Nave?"
"Nave. I saw no one else to tell me." Duffham laughed.
"Then it was just as false as Nave is. You might have known Harry Tinkle better."
Nash looked up. "False!--was it?"
"Why, of course it was," repeated the Squire. "I say you might have known Harry Tinkle better."
Nash sighed. "Well, I suppose you think he might give me trouble now.
But he would hardly care to apprehend a dying man."
"We"ll see about it," they said. Duffham undertook this expedition--if you can call it one. He found it easier than he antic.i.p.ated. That same evening, upon quitting Caromel"s Farm, Duffham went mooning along, deep in thought, as to how he should make the disclosure to Charlotte, when he overtook her near his home. Her c.r.a.pe veil was thrown back; her face looked pale and quiet in the starlight.
"You are abroad late," said Duffham.
"I went to see old Miss Pinner this afternoon, and stayed tea with her," answered Charlotte. "And now I am going to run home."
"Would you mind coming in for a few minutes, Mrs. Caromel?" he asked, as they reached his door. "I have something to say to you."
"Can you say it another time? It is nine o"clock, and my mother will be wondering."
"No; another time may not do," said Duffham. "Come in. I won"t detain you long."
And being just one of those yielding people that never a.s.sert a will of their own, in she went.
Shut up in Duffham"s surgery, which was more remote from Nomy"s ears than the parlour, Duffham disclosed to her by degrees the truth. Whether he had to get out his sal-volatile over it, or to recover her from fits, we did not hear. One thing was certain: that when Mrs. Nash Caromel recommenced her walk homewards, she was too bewildered to know whether she went on her feet or her head. By that time on the following evening she would have seen her husband.
At least, such was the programme Duffham carved out. But to that bargain, as he found the next day, there might be two words.
Eleven was striking in the morning by the kitchen clock at Caromel"s Farm, when Grizzel saw Miss Gwinny driving in. The damaged gig had been mended, and she now drove backwards and forwards herself.
"How"s the master?" asked she, when she entered the kitchen.
"Very ill," answered Grizzel. "He won"t be with us long, now, ma"am."
And when Miss Gwinny saw Nash, and saw how greatly he was altered in the last two days, she thought as Grizzel did--that death was close at hand.
Under these circ.u.mstances, she sat down to reflect on what she ought to do: whether to remain herself in the house, or whether to go back to the Rill and report to her father and sister. For the latter had come out of her insensibility; the doctors said there was no permanent injury, and she could soon be removed home if she wished to be.
"What do you think, Grizzel?" she inquired, condescending to ask counsel. "It does not seem right to leave him--and you won"t like to be left alone, either, at the last. And I don"t see that any end will be gained by my hastening back to tell them. They"ll know it soon enough: and they cannot come to him."
"As you please, Miss Gwinny," replied Grizzel, trembling lest she should remain and complicate matters, but not daring to urge her departure; Gwinny Nave being given, as a great many more ladies are, to act by the rules of contrary in the matter of advice. "It seems hardly right, though, not to let the mistress know he is dying. And I am glad the child"s well: dear little thing!"
Gwinny Nave sat pulling at her one straw ringlet, her brow knitted in abstraction. Various reflections, suggesting certain unpleasant facts, pa.s.sed rapidly through her mind. That Nash would not be here many days longer, perhaps not many hours, was a grave fact: and then, what of the after-necessities that would arise? A sham funeral had gone out of that house not very long ago: but how was the real funeral to go out, and who was to make the arrangements for it? The truth of Nash Caromel"s being alive, and of the trick which had been played, would have to be disclosed then. And Mr. Nave was incapacitated; he could do nothing, and her sister could do as little; and it seemed to be all falling upon herself, Gwinny; and who was to know but she might be punished for letting Nash lie and die without calling in a doctor to him?
With every fresh moment of thought, some darker complication presented itself. Miss Gwinny began to see that she had better get away, and leave old Grizzel to it. The case must be laid before her father. He might invent some scheme to avoid exposure: for though Lawyer Nave was deprived for the present of action, his mind was not less keen and fertile than usual.
"I think, Grizzel, that the mistress ought to be told how ill he is,"
said she, at length. "I shall go back to the Rill. Do all you can for the master: I dare say he will rally."
"That he never will," spoke Grizzel, on impulse.
"Now don"t you be obstinate," returned Miss Gwinny.
Gwendolen Nave drove back to the Rill. Leaving, as she thought, all responsibility upon old Grizzel. And, that evening, the coast being clear again, Charlotte Tinkle, piloted by Duffham, came to Caromel"s Farm and had an interview with her once recreant husband. It lasted longer than Duffham had bargained for; every five minutes he felt inclined to go and knock at the door. Her sobs and his dying voice, which seemed to be sobbing too, might be heard by all who chose to listen. At last Duffham went in and said that it must end: the emotion was bad for Nash. She was kneeling before the sofa on which he lay, her tears dropping.
"Good-bye, good-bye, Charlotte," he whispered. "I have never cared for any one as I cared for you. Believe that. G.o.d bless you, my dear--and forgive me!"
And the next to go in was Harry Tinkle--to clasp Caromel"s hand, and to say how little he had needed to fear him. And the next was the Reverend Mr. Holland; Nash had asked for the parson to be sent for.
Grizzel had a surprise the next day. She had just taken some beef-tea up to the master, which Duffham had called out for--for the end was now so near that the doctor had not chosen to defer his visit till dark--when a closed fly drove up, out of which stepped Miss Gwinny and her sister.
Old Grizzel dropped the waiter, thinking it must be her mistress"s ghost.
But it was Charlotte herself. Upon hearing Gwinny"s report she had insisted upon coming home--and Nave supported her views. That stupid old Grizzel, left to her own devices, might be for getting frightened and call in half the parish. The doctor in attendance at the Rill had said Mrs. Caromel might go home if she had any urgent reason for wishing it--and here she was. And really she seemed tolerably well again; quite herself.