"I mean that Olive is right, and that they are better without me,"
returned Mat dejectedly. "Do you suppose they would have any love in their hearts for a father who could only bring disgrace on them? No, sir; I am not going to stand in their light and spoil their lives for them. I have given them up to Olive, and she seems to have done her best for them. Let the youngster have his sweetheart, and I will just bide here quietly with Tom; or, if you think that Brail is too near, I will put the seas between us again; and you can tell Olive so, if you like."
"I shall tell her nothing of the kind, O"Brien," returned Michael, much touched at this generosity on the part of the poor prodigal. "I will not deny that this is the very thing she suggested; she even begged me to propose this to you, but I refused. Do you suppose that either I or my cousin, Dr. Ross, would connive at such deceit and falsehood? It is quite true that Mrs. Blake and her children may refuse to have anything to do with you, but that is solely their affair. In a few hours, Mr.
O"Brien, your eldest son will be made aware of his father"s existence."
"I am sorry to hear it, sir," returned Mat, in a weak, hopeless voice.
"You will make a great mistake, and nothing good will come of it. She will teach the youngsters to loathe my very name, and as for the lad"--here he spoke with strong emotion--"he will be ready to curse me for spoiling his life. No, no, sir; let sleeping dogs lie. Better let me keep dark, and bring trouble to no one."
But Michael shook his head. Such double-dealing and deceit could only deepen the mischief.
"Dr. Ross will never give his sanction to his daughter"s marriage; he has a.s.sured me so most solemnly. Whatever trouble comes will be of your wife"s causing."
But Mat would not agree to this.
"She meant no harm, sir. Olive always had curious ideas of right and wrong, and she did her best for the youngsters. According to your account, she has brought them up well, and sent the lad to Oxford. Fancy a son of mine being such a swell, and engaged to that young lady, too!
Lord! when I think of it, I am ready to wish I had never left the bush."
"It is no use wishing that now, Mr. O"Brien."
"No, sir; and it is no use talking over what can"t be mended. If you have made up your mind to tell the lad, it is pretty plain that I can"t hinder you; but I will not lift a finger to help you. I will just stop where I am."
"I think perhaps that will be best under the circ.u.mstances."
"But, all the same, it makes me uncommon restless to feel that Olive and the youngsters are only three miles off, and I can"t get at them. Put yourself in my place, sir, and you would not find it very pleasant. And there"s Tom, too--with all his fine-hearted Christianity--vowing vengeance on Olive, and threatening to turn her away from the door if she ever dares to show her face here."
"I do not think that she will ever molest you or your brother."
"I am quite of your opinion, Captain. Olive will give me a pretty wide berth, unless it is her interest to see me; and then all Tom"s rough speeches wouldn"t turn her from her purpose. For tenacity and getting her own way, I"d back her against any woman."
"Well, as you say, there is nothing to be gained by talking." returned Michael, rising from his chair; but at this moment Mr. O"Brien entered.
"I hope I am not interrupting you, Captain; but it is getting late, and I was thinking you would take a snack with us. The women are dishing up the dinner--just a baked shoulder of mutton and potatoes under it. We are plain folk, but Prissy and I will be glad and proud if you will join us, sir;" and, after a moment"s hesitation, Michael consented.
He had had no idea how late it was; they would already be sitting down to luncheon at Woodcote. It would be better for him to take some food before he set out on his cold drive home.
"If you will allow me to leave you directly afterwards," he observed; and, as Mat left the room that moment, he took the opportunity to give Mr. O"Brien a brief _resume_ of the conversation.
"He begged me to keep it all dark," he finished; "he is thinking more of his children than himself. But I told him that such a course would be impossible."
"And you spoke the truth, sir; and no good would come of such crookedness. But Mat meant well; the lad has a good heart, and I do not doubt he has a sore conscience when he thinks of all the evil he has wrought. Leave him with me, sir; I can manage him best. There, I hear Prissy calling to us, and we will just take our places."
Michael felt faint and weary, and the homely viands seemed very palatable to him; but he noticed how Matthew O"Brien"s want of appet.i.te seemed to distress his brother.
"You are eating nought, lad," he kept saying at intervals, and once he bade Prissy fetch the remains of a meat pie that Mat had enjoyed the previous days; "maybe he will find it more toothsome," he said in his hearty way; but Mat would have nothing to say to it.
"You let me be, Tom," he said at last; "a man has not always got stomach for his food. The Captain has taken away my appet.i.te with his talk, and the sight of the meat makes me sick;" and then he got up from the table, and they saw him pacing up and down the garden with his pipe.
Michael got away as soon as possible, and Mr. O"Brien walked with him to the inn. When the dogcart was brought out, he shook his hand very heartily.
"Let me know how things go on, Captain, and G.o.d bless you!" and then, as though by an afterthought: "If the girl gives you trouble, send her to me, and I will just talk the sense into her." And then he stood in the road and watched until the dogcart and driver were out of sight.
Afternoon work had begun as Michael entered Woodcote, but he found Dr.
Ross alone in the study.
"I have only a few minutes to give you, Michael," he said, looking up from the letter he was writing; "I expected you back at least two hours ago." Then Michael gave him a concise account of his interview with the brothers.
"Thomas...o...b..ien is a grand old fellow," he said enthusiastically; "you should have heard him talk, Dr. Ross; and as for poor Mat, he has the makings of a good fellow about him, too, only the devil somehow spoilt the batch. Would you believe it?--the poor beggar wanted to efface himself--to clear out altogether for the sake of the youngsters, as he called them. He was not very polished in his language, but what can you expect? Still, he meant well."
"I daresay he did," returned the Doctor with a sigh; "you had better keep that paper to show Cyril. I must send you away now, as Carter and the other boys are coming to me. I will see you later on."
And then Michael took himself off. He could hear Audrey"s voice as he pa.s.sed the door of her sitting-room; Mollie was with her. A few minutes later, as he stood at his window wondering what he should do with himself, he saw her walk down the terrace towards the gate with Mollie hanging on her arm; they seemed laughing and talking. "How long will she wear that bright face?" he said to himself as he threw himself into his easy-chair and took up the paper.
He had just fallen into a doze, with Booty stretched on the softest of rugs at his feet, when there was a light tap at his door, and to his surprise and discomposure Cyril Blake entered the room.
The visit was so wholly unexpected that Michael stared at him for a moment without speaking. Cyril had never come to his private sitting-room before without a special invitation.
"I must apologise for this intrusion, Captain Burnett," began Cyril quickly; "but I wanted to speak to you particularly. Were you asleep? I am so sorry if I have disturbed you."
"No, nonsense. I only felt drowsy because I have been out in this cold wind and the room is so warm. Take a chair, Blake. I shall be wide awake in a moment. Have you seen the paper to-day? There is nothing in it, only a remarkably stupid article on Bismarck."
"I will look at it by and by; but to tell you the truth, I have come to speak to you about my mother. I am seriously uneasy about her: either she is ill, or there is something grievously wrong. I understood from Mollie that you were with her for more than an hour yesterday; in fact, that she sent for you."
The fire had burnt hollow during Michael"s brief nap, and he seized this opportunity to stir it vigorously into a blaze; it afforded him a momentary respite. A few seconds" reflection convinced him, however, that it was no use beating about the bush with a man of Cyril"s calibre.
The truth had to be told, and no amount of preparation would render it palatable.
"You are right," he returned quietly; "Mrs. Blake sent for me. She thought that I should be able to help her in a difficulty."
Cyril looked intensely surprised. "I thought Mollie must have made a mistake. It seems very strange that my mother----"
He stopped as though civility did not permit him to finish his sentence.
But Michael perfectly understood him.
"It seems strange to you; of course it does. My acquaintance with Mrs.
Blake is so slight that it certainly gives me no right to her confidence; but she was in trouble--in great trouble, I may say--and chance threw me in her way, and so----"
But here Cyril interrupted him.
"My mother in trouble!" he returned incredulously, but Michael thought he looked a little pale; "excuse me, Captain Burnett, if I seem rude, but from a boy I have been my mother"s friend. She has never kept anything from me. I find it almost impossible to believe that she would give that confidence to a comparative stranger which she would refuse to her son. May I beg you to speak plainly? I abhor mysteries."
Cyril spoke impatiently and curtly; his tone was almost displeased. But Michael took no offence; he regarded the young man very kindly.
"I abhor them too," he replied gravely; "but I want you to understand one thing: it was a mere chance that brought me in Mrs. Blake"s way at a moment when she needed a.s.sistance; I was only like any other stranger who sees a lady in difficulty. Now I have told you this I can speak more plainly."
"I wish to heavens you would!" returned Cyril with growing excitement.
"Do you know the impression you are giving me?--that there is some mysterious confidence between you and my mother. Is it too much to ask if I may know what this difficulty and trouble mean?"
"No, Blake; you shall know all in good time," replied Michael, with disarming gentleness. "If I do not speak out at once, it is because I fear to give you too great a shock."