"Just like her foolishness! Take care you don"t get your pockets picked: there"s sure to be a thief at every corner. And don"t you pick them yourself, Master Johnny. I knew a young fellow once who went up to London with ten pounds in his pocket. He was staying at the Castle and Falcon Hotel, near the place where the mails used to start from--and a fine sight it was to see them bowl out, one after another, with their lamps lighted. Well, Johnny, this young fellow got back again in four days by one of these very mails, every shilling spent, and his fare down not paid. You"d not think that was steady old Jacobson; but it was."
I laughed. The Squire looked more inclined to cry.
"Cleaned out, he was; not a rap left! Money melts in London--that"s a fact--and it is very necessary to be cautious. _His_ went in seeing the shows; so he told his father. Don"t you go in for too many of them, Johnny, or you may find yourself without funds to bring you home, and railways don"t give trust. You might go to the Tower, now; and St.
Paul"s; and the British Museum; they are steady places. I wouldn"t advise a theatre, unless it"s just once--some good, respectable play; and mind you go straight home after it. Some young men slink off to singing-shops now, they say, but I am sure such places can bring no good."
"Being with Miss Deveen, sir, I don"t suppose I shall have the opportunity of getting into much harm."
"Well, it"s right in me to caution you, Johnny. London is a dreadful place, full of sharpers and bad people. It used to be in the old days, and I don"t suppose it has improved in these. You have no father, Johnny, and I stand to you in the light of one, to give you these warnings. Enjoy your visit rationally, my boy, and come home with a true report and a good conscience. That"s the charge my old father always gave to me."
Miss Deveen lived in a very nice house, north-westward, away from the bustle of London. The road was wide, the houses were semi-detached, with gardens around and plenty of trees in view. Somehow I had hoped Tod would be at the Paddington terminus, and was disappointed, so I took a cab and went on. Miss Deveen came into the hall to receive me, and said she did not consider me too big to be kissed, considering she was over sixty. Miss Cattledon, sitting in the drawing-room, gave me a finger to shake, and did not seem to like my coming. Her waist and throat were thinner and longer than ever; her stays creaked like parchment.
If I"d never had a surprise in my life, I had one before I was in the house an hour. Coming down from the bedroom to which they had shown me, a maid-servant pa.s.sed me on the first-floor landing. It was Lettice Lane! I wondered--believe me or not, as you will--I wondered whether I saw a ghost, and stood back against the pillar of the banisters.
"Why, Lettice, is it you?"
"Yes, sir."
"But--what are you doing _here_?"
"I am here in service, sir."
She ran on upstairs. Lettice in Miss Deveen"s house. It was worse than a Chinese puzzle.
"Is that you, Johnny? Step in here?"
The voice--Miss Deveen"s--came from a half-opened door, close at hand.
It was a small, pretty sitting-room, with light blue curtains and chairs. Miss Deveen sat by the fire, ready for dinner. In her white body shone amethyst studs, quite as beautiful as the lost emeralds.
"We call this the blue-room, Johnny. It is my own exclusively, and no one enters it except upon invitation. Sit down. Were you surprised to see Lettice Lane?"
"I don"t think I was ever so much surprised in all my life. She says she is living here."
"Yes; I sent for her to help my housemaid."
I was thoroughly mystified. Miss Deveen put down her book and spectacles.
"I have taken to gla.s.ses, Johnny."
"But I thought you saw so well."
"So I do, for anything but very small type--and that book seems to have been printed for none but the youngest eyes. And I see people as well as things," she added significantly.
I felt sure of that.
"Do you remember, Johnny, the day after the uproar at Whitney Hall, that I asked you to pilot me to Lettice Lane"s mother"s, and to say nothing about it?"
"Yes, certainly. You walked the whole four miles of the way. It is five by road."
"And back again. I am good for more yet than some of the young folk are, Johnny; but I always was an excellent walker. Next day the party broke up; that pretty girl, Sophie Chalk, departed for London, and you and young Todhetley left later. When you reached your home in the evening, I don"t suppose you thought I had been to d.y.k.e Manor the same day."
"No! Had you really, Miss Deveen?"
"Really and truly. I"ll tell you now the reason of those journeys of mine. As Lettice Lane was being turned out of the Hall, she made a remark in the moment of departure, accidentally I am sure, which caused me to be almost certain she was not guilty of stealing the studs. Before, whilst they were all condemning her as guilty, _I_ had felt doubtful of it; but of course I could not be sure, and Miss Cattledon reproaches me with thinking every one innocent under every circ.u.mstance--which is a mistake of hers. Mind, Johnny, the few words Lettice said might have been used designedly, by one crafty and guilty, on purpose to throw me off suspicion: but I felt almost persuaded that the girl had spoken them in unconscious innocence. I went to her mother"s to see them both; I am fond of looking into things with my own eyes; and I came away with my good opinion strengthened. I went next to Mrs. Todhetley"s to hear what she said of the girl; I saw her and your old nurse, Hannah, making my request to both not to speak of my visit.
They gave the girl a good character for honesty; Mrs. Todhetley thought her quite incapable of taking the studs; Hannah could not say what a foolish girl with roving ideas of Australia in her head might do in a moment of temptation. In less than a fortnight I was back in London, having paid my visit to Bath. I had been reflecting all that time, Johnny, on the cruel blight this must be on Lettice Lane, supposing that she was innocent. I thought the probabilities were that she _was_ innocent, not guilty; and I determined to offer her a home in my own house during the uncertainty. She seemed only too glad to accept it, and here she is. If the girl should eventually turn out to be innocent, I shall have done her a real service; if guilty, why I shall not regret having held out a helping hand to her, that may perhaps save her for the future."
"It was very kind and thoughtful of you, Miss Deveen!"
"My chief difficulty lay in keeping the suspicion lying on Lettice Lane a secret from my household. Fortunately I had taken no servants with me to Whitney Hall, my maid having been ill at the time; but Cattledon is outrageously virtuous, and of course proportionally bitter against Lettice. You saw that at Whitney."
"She would have been the first to tell of her."
"Yes. I had to put the thing rather strongly to Miss Cattledon--"Hold your tongue or leave me." It answered, Johnny. Cattledon likes her place here, and acts accordingly. She picks up her petticoats from contamination when she meets the unfortunate Lettice; but she takes care to hold her tongue."
"Do you think it will ever be found out, Miss Deveen?"
"I hope it will."
"But who--could have taken them?" And the thought of what I had said to Anna Whitney, that it might be Miss Cattledon herself, flashed over me as I put the question.
"I think"--Miss Deveen glanced round as if to make sure we were alone, and dropped her voice a little--"that it must have been one of the guests who came to Whitney Hall that night. Cattledon let out one thing, but not until after we were at home again, for the fact seemed not to have made the least impression on her memory at the time; but it came back afterwards. When she was quitting her room after dressing that evening--I being already out of mine and downstairs--she saw the shawl she had worn in the afternoon lying across a chair just as she had thrown it off. She is very careful of her clothes; and hesitated, she said, whether to go back then and fold it; but, knowing she was late, did not do so. She had been downstairs about ten minutes, when I asked her to fetch my fan, which I had forgotten. Upon going through her room to mine, she saw the shawl lying on the floor, and picked it up, wondering how it could have come there. At that time the maids had not been in to put either her room or mine to rights. Now, what I infer, Johnny, is that my jewel-case was visited and the studs were stolen _before_ Lettice Lane and Mrs. Lease went near the rooms, and that the thief, in her hurry to escape, brushed against the shawl and threw it down."
"And cannot Miss Cattledon see the probability of that?"
"She will not see it. Lettice Lane is guilty with her and no one else.
Prejudice goes a long way in this world, Johnny. The people who came to the dance that night were taking off their things in the next room to Miss Cattledon"s, and I think it likely that some one of them may have found a way into my chamber, perhaps even by accident, and the sight of the brilliant emerald studs--they were more beautiful than any they were lying with--was too much for human equanimity. It was my fault for leaving the dressing-case open--and do you know, Johnny, I believe I left it literally _open_--I can never forget that."
"But Lettice Lane said it was shut; shut but not locked."
"Well, it is upon my conscience that I left it open. Whoever took the studs may have shut down the lid, in caution or forgetfulness.
Meanwhile, Johnny, don"t you say anything of what I have told you; at the Whitneys" or elsewhere. They do not know that Lettice Lane is with me; they are prejudiced against her, especially Sir John; and Lettice has orders to keep out of the way of visitors. Should they by chance see her, why, I shall say that as the case was at best doubtful, I am giving the girl a chance to redeem her good name. We are going there after dinner. So mind you keep counsel."
"To the Whitneys"?"
"It is only next door, as you may say. I did not mention that you were coming up," she added, "so there will be a surprise for them. And now we will go down. Here, carry my book for me, Johnny."
In the drawing-room we found a grey-haired curate, with a mild voice; Miss Cattledon was simpering and smiling upon him. I gathered that he did duty in the church hard by, and had come to dinner by invitation. He took in Miss Deveen, and that other blessed lady fell to me. It was a very good dinner, uncommonly good to me after my journey. Miss Deveen carved. And didn"t she make me eat! She said she knew what boys"
appet.i.tes were. The curate took his leave, but Miss Deveen sat on; she fancied to have heard that the Whitneys were to have friends to dinner that night, and would not go in too early.
About half-a-dozen houses lay between, and Miss Deveen put a shawl over her head and walked the distance. "Such a mistake, to have taken a place for them so near Hyde Park!" whispered Miss Cattledon as we were following--and I"m sure she must have been in a gracious mood to give me the confidence. "Neither Sir John nor Miss Deveen has much notion of the requirements of fashionable society, Mr. Ludlow: as to poor Lady Whitney, she is a very owl in all that relates to it."
Poor Lady Whitney--not looking like an owl, but a plain, good-hearted English mother--was the first to see us. There was no dinner-party after all. She sat on a chair just inside the drawing-room, which was precisely the same in build and size as Miss Deveen"s, but had not her handsome furniture and appointments. She said she was glad to see me, and would have invited me with Joe, but for want of beds.
They were all grouped at the other end of the room, playing at forfeits, and a great deal too busy to notice me. I had leisure to look at them.
Helen was talking very fast: Harry shouting; Anna sat leaning her cheek on her hand; Tod stood frowning and angry against the wall; the young ones were jumping about like savages; and Bill Whitney was stuck on a stool, his eyes bandaged, and the tips of a girl"s white fingers touching his hands. A fairy, rather than a girl, for that"s what she looked like, with her small, light figure and her gauze skirts floating: Miss Sophie Chalk.
But what on earth had come to her hair? It used to be brown; it was now light, and gleaming with gold spangles. Perhaps it belonged to her fairy nature.