"Why, that is Collinson himself," cried I.
"Not a bit of it," said the major. "This man is no more like Collinson--except that Collinson is dark and has a beard--than he is like me. He said he was a stranger in the place."
A rapid conclusion crossed me that it must be a brother of Collinson"s--for a resemblance to himself, according to the major"s description, there no doubt was. Major Leckie wished me good-day, and continued his way up the street, Dr. Knox with him.
"What are you gazing at, Johnny Ludlow?"
I turned at the question, and saw Charlotte Knox. She was coming to call on Janet. We stood there talking of one thing and another. I told Charlotte that Collinson"s brother, as I took it to be, was staying with him; and Charlotte told me of a quarrel she had just had with Mina on the score of the captain.
"Mina won"t believe a word against him, Johnny. When I say he is nothing but a flirt, that he is only playing with her, she bids me hold my tongue. She quite scorns the notion that he would like to marry Miss Belmont."
"Have you seen any more letters, that concern me, in at Madame St.
Vincent"s?" I asked.
"Do you think I should be likely to?--or that such letters are as plentiful as blackberries?" retorted Charlotte. "And you?--have you discovered the key to that letter?"
"I have not discovered it, Charlotte. I have taxed my memory in vain.
Never a girl, no matter whose sister she may be, can I recall to mind as being likely to owe me a grudge."
"It was not that the girl owed you a grudge," quickly spoke Charlotte.
"It was that she must not meet you."
"Does not the one thing imply the other? I can"t think of any one. There was a young lady, indeed, in the years gone by, when I was not much more than a lad, who--may--have--taken up a prejudice against me," I added slowly and thoughtfully, for I was hardly sure of what I said. "But she cannot have anything to do with the present matter, and I am quite sure she was not a sister of Madame St. Vincent."
"What was her name?" asked Charlotte.
"Sophie Chalk."
LADY JENKINS.
LIGHT.
I.
Tod arrived at Lefford. I met him at the train, just as I had met Miss Cattledon, who was with us still. As we walked out of the station together, many a man cast a glance after the tall, fine young fellow--who looked strong enough to move the world, if, like Archimedes, the geometrician of Syracuse, he had only possessed the necessary lever.
"Shall you be able to stay a week, Tod?"
"Two weeks if they"d like it, Johnny. How you have picked up, lad!"
"Picked up?"
"In looks. They are all your own again. Glad to see it, old fellow."
Some few days had elapsed since the latest event recorded in this veritable little history--the call that Major Leckie made on Captain Collinson, and found his brother there, instead of himself--but no change worth noting to the reader had occurred in the town politics.
Lady Jenkins was ailing as much as ever, and Madame St. Vincent was keeping a sharp watch on the maid, Lettice Lane, without, as yet, detecting her in any evil practices: the soirees were numerous, one being held at some house or other every night in the work-a-day week: and the engagement of Captain Collinson to Miss Belmont was now talked of as an a.s.sured fact. Collinson himself had been away from Lefford during these intervening days. Pink, the hairdresser, thought he had taken a run up to London, on some little matter of business. As to the brother, we had heard no more of him.
But, if Captain Collinson had taken a run up to London, he had unquestionably run down again, though not to Lefford. On the day but one before the coming of Tod, Janet and Miss Cattledon went over by train to do some shopping at the county town, which stood fifteen miles from Lefford, I being with them. Turning into a pastry-cook"s in the middle of the day to get something to eat, we turned in upon Captain Collinson.
He sat at a white marble-topped table in the corner of the shop, eating an oyster patty.
"We heard you were in London," said Janet, shaking hands with him, as he rose to offer her his seat.
"Got back this morning. Shall be at Lefford to-morrow: perhaps to-night," he answered.
He stood gobbling up his patty quickly. I said something to him, just because the recollection came into my mind, about the visit of his brother.
"My brother!" he exclaimed in answer, staring at me with all his eyes.
"What brother? How do you know anything about my brother?"
"Major Leckie saw him when he called at your lodgings. Saw him instead of you. You had gone to Toome. We took it to be your brother, from the description; he was so like yourself."
The captain smiled. "I forgot that," he said. "We _are_ much alike. Ned told me of Leckie"s call. A pity I could not see him! Things always happen cross and contrary. Has Leckie left Foxgrove yet?"
"Oh, he left it that same night. I should think he is on his way back to India by this time."
"His visit to Lefford seems to have been as flying a one as my brother"s was, and _his_ did not last a day. How much?" to the girl behind the counter. "Sixpence? There it is." And, with a general adieu nodded to the rest of us, the captain left the shop.
"I don"t like that dandy," spoke Cattledon, in her severest tone. "I have said so before. I"m sure he is a man who cannot be trusted."
I answered nothing: but I had for a little time now thought the same.
There was that about him that gave you the idea he was in some way or other not _true_. And it may as well be mentioned here that Captain Collinson got back to Lefford that same evening, in time to make his appearance at Mrs. Parker"s soiree, at which both Miss Belmont and Mina Knox were present.
So now we come to Tod again, and to the day of his arrival. Talking of one thing and another, telling him of this and that, of the native politics, as we all like to do when a stranger comes to set himself down, however temporarily, amidst us, I mentioned the _familiarity_ that in two of the people struck upon my memory. Never did I see this same Captain Collinson, never did I see Madame St. Vincent, or hear them speak, or listen to their laugh, but the feeling that I had met them before--had been, so to say, intimate with both one and the other--came forcibly upon me.
"And yet it would seem, upon the face of things, that I never have been," I continued to Tod, when telling of this. "Madame St. Vincent says she never left the South of France until last year; and the captain has been nearly all his life in India."
"You know you do take fancies, Johnny."
"True. But, are not those fancies generally borne out by the result? Any way, they puzzle me, both of them: and there"s a ring in their voices that----"
"A ring in their voices!" put in Tod, laughing.
"Say an accent, then; especially in madame"s; and it sounds, to my ears, unmistakably Worcestershire."
"Johnny, you _are_ fanciful!"
I never got anything better from Tod. "You will have the honour of meeting them both here to-night," I said to him, "for it is Janet"s turn to give the soiree, and I know they are expected."
Evening came. At six o"clock the first instalment of guests knocked at the door; by half-past six the soiree was in full glory: a regular crowd. Every one seemed to have come, with the exception of the ladies from Jenkins House. Sam Jenkins brought in their excuses.
Sam had run up to Jenkins House with some physic for the butler, who said he had a surfeit (from drinking too much old ale, Tamlyn thought), and Sam had made use of the opportunity to see his aunt. Madame St.
Vincent objected. It would try the dear old lady too much, madame said.
She was lying in a sweet sleep on the sofa in her own room; had been quite blithe and lively all day, but was drowsy now; and she had better not be disturbed until bedtime. Perhaps Mr. Sam would kindly make their excuses to Mrs. Arnold Knox.