"Little doubt of that, father. I wonder I have lived so long."
"Nonsense!" exploded the Captain; "you may live on yet for years. I don"t know that I did not act foolishly in sending post-haste for Harry Carradyne."
Hubert smiled a sad smile. "You have done quite right, father; right in all ways; be sure of that. Harry is one of the truest and best fellows that ever lived: he will be a comfort to you when I am gone, and the best of all successors later. Just--a--moment--father!"
"Why, what"s the matter?" cried Captain Monk--for his son had suddenly halted and stood with a rapidly-paling face and shortened breath, pressing his hands to his side. "Here, lean on me, lad; lean on me."
It was a sudden faintness. Nothing very much, and it pa.s.sed off in a minute or two. Hubert made a brave attempt at smiling, and resumed his way. But Captain Monk did not like it at all; he knew all these things were but the beginning of the end. And that end, though not with actual irreverence, he was resenting bitterly in his heart.
"Who"s that coming out?" he asked, crossly, alluding to some figure descending the steps of his house--for his sight was not what it used to be.
"It is Mr. Hamlyn," said Hubert.
"Oh--Hamlyn! He seems to be always coming in. I don"t like that man somehow, Hubert. Wonder what he"s lagging in the neighbourhood for?"
Hubert Monk had an idea that he could have told. But he did not want to draw down an explosion on his own head. Mr. Hamlyn came to meet them with friendly smiles and hand-shakes. Hubert liked him; liked him very much.
Not only had Mr. Hamlyn prolonged his stay beyond the "day or two" he had originally come for, but he evinced no intention of leaving. When Mr. Peveril and his wife departed for the south, he made a proposal to remain at Peac.o.c.k"s Range for a time as their tenant. And when the astonished couple asked his reasons, he answered that he should like to get a few runs with the hounds.
II
The November days glided by. The end of the month was approaching, and still Philip Hamlyn stayed on, and was a very frequent visitor at Leet Hall. Little doubt that Miss Monk was his attraction, and the parish began to say so without reticence.
The parish was right. One fine, frosty morning Mr. Hamlyn sought an interview with Captain Monk and laid before him his proposals for Eliza.
One might have thought by the tempestuous words showered down upon him in answer that he had proposed to smother her. Reproaches, hot and fast, were poured forth upon the suitor"s unlucky head.
"Why, you are a stranger!" stormed the Captain; "you have not known her a month! How dare you? It"s not commonly decent."
Mr. Hamlyn quietly answered that he had known her long enough to love her, and went on to say that he came of a good family, had plenty of money, and could make a liberal settlement upon her.
"That you never will," said Captain Monk. "I should not like you for my son-in-law," he continued candidly, calming down from his burst of pa.s.sion to the bounds of reason. "But there can be no question of it in any way. Eliza is to become Lady Rivers."
Mr. Hamlyn opened his eyes in astonishment. "Lady Rivers!" he echoed.
"Do you speak of Sir Thomas Rivers?--that old man!"
"No, I do not, sir. Sir Thomas Rivers has one foot in the grave. I speak of his eldest son. He wants her, and he shall have her."
"Pardon me, Captain, I--I do not think Miss Monk can know anything of this. I am sure she did not last night. I come to you with her full consent and approbation."
"I care nothing about that. My daughter is aware that any attempt to oppose her will to mine would be utterly futile. Young Tom Rivers has written to me to ask for her; I have accepted him, and I choose that she shall accept him. She"ll like it herself, too; it will be a good match."
"Young Tom Rivers is next door to a simpleton: he is not half-baked,"
retorted Mr. Hamlyn, his own temper getting up: "if I may judge by what I"ve seen of him in the field."
"Tom Rivers is a favourite everywhere, let me tell you, sir. Eliza would not refuse him for you."
"Perhaps, Captain Monk, you will converse with her upon this point?"
"I intend to give her my orders--if that"s what you mean," returned the Captain. "And now, sir, I think our discussion may terminate."
Mr. Hamlyn saw no use in prolonging it for the present. Captain Monk bowed him out of the house and called his daughter into the room.
"Eliza," he began, scorning to beat about the bush, "I have received an offer of marriage for you."
Miss Eliza blushed a little, not much: few things could make her do that now. Once our blushes have been wasted, as hers were on Robert Grame, their vivid freshness has faded for ever and aye. "The song has left the bird."
"And I have accepted it," continued Captain Monk. "He would like the wedding to be early in the year, so you may get your rattle-traps in order for it. Tell your aunt I will give her a blank cheque for the cost, and she may fill it in."
"Thank you, papa."
"There"s the letter; you can read it"--pushing one across the table to her. "It came by special messenger last night, and I have sent my answer this morning."
Eliza Monk glanced at the contents, which were written on rose-coloured paper. For a moment she looked puzzled.
"Why, papa, this is from Tom Rivers! You cannot suppose I would marry _him_! A silly boy, younger than I am! Tom Rivers is the greatest goose I know."
"How dare you say so, Eliza?"
"Well, he is. Look at his note! Pink paper and a fancy edge!"
"Stuff! Rivers is young and inexperienced, but he"ll grow older--he is a very nice young fellow, and a capital fox-hunter. You"d be master and mistress too--and that would suit your book, I take it. I want to have you settled near me, Eliza--you are all I have left, or soon will be."
"But, papa----"
Captain Monk raised his hand for silence.
"You sent that man Hamlyn to me with a proposal for you. Eliza; you _know_ that would not do. Hamlyn"s property lies in the West Indies, his home too, for all I know. He attempted to tell me that he would not take you out there against my consent; but I know better, and what such ante-nuptial promises are worth. It might end in your living there."
"No, no."
"What do you say "no, no" for, like a parrot? Circ.u.mstances might compel you. I do not like the man, besides."
"But why, papa?"
"I don"t know; I have never liked him from the first. There! that"s enough. You must be my Lady Rivers. Poor old Tom is on his last legs."
"Papa, I never will be."
"Listen, Eliza. I had one trouble with Katherine; I will not have another with you. She defied me; she left my home rebelliously to enter upon one of her own setting-up: what came of it? Did luck attend her? Do you be more wise."
"Father," she said, moving a step forward with head uplifted; and the resolute, haughty look which rendered their faces so much alike was very conspicuous on hers, "do not let us oppose each other. Perhaps we can each give way a little? I have promised to be the wife of Philip Hamlyn, and that promise I will fulfil. You wish me to live near you: well, he can take a place in this neighbourhood and settle down in it; and on my part, I will promise you not to leave this country. He may have to go from time to time to the West Indies; I will remain at home."
Captain Monk looked steadily at her before he answered. He marked the stern, uncompromising expression, the strong will in the dark eyes and in every feature, which no power, not even his, might unbend. He thought of his elder daughter, now lying in her grave; he thought of his son, so soon to be lying beside her; he did not care to be bereft of _all_ his children, and for once in his hard life he attempted to conciliate.
"Hark to me, Eliza. Give up Hamlyn--I have said I don"t like the man; give up Tom Rivers also, as you will. Remain at home with me until a better suitor shall present himself, and Leet Hall and its broad lands shall be yours."
She looked up in surprise. Leet Hall had always. .h.i.therto gone in the male line; and, failing Hubert, it would be, or ought to be, Harry Carradyne"s. Though she knew not that any steps had already been taken in that direction.