Towards the afternoon of the following day, an elderly gentleman was seated in the coffee-room of an hotel at Southampton, engaged in writing a letter, while the waiter in attendance was employed on the wires that fettered the petulant spirit contained in a bottle of Schweppe"s soda-water. There was something in the aspect of the old gentleman, and in the very tone of his voice, that inspired respect, and the waiter had cleared the other tables of their latest newspapers to place before him. He had only just arrived by the packet from Havre, and even the newspapers had not been to him that primary attraction they generally const.i.tute to the Englishman returning to his bustling native land, which, somewhat to his surprise, has contrived to go on tolerably well during his absence.
We use our privilege of looking over his shoulder while he writes:--
Here I am, then, dear Lady Mary, at Southampton, and within an easy drive of the old Hall. A file of Galignani"s journals, which I found on the road between Ma.r.s.eilles and Paris, informed me, under the head of "fas.h.i.+onable movements," that Percival St. John, Esquire, was gone to his seat at Laughton. According to my customary tactics of marching at once to the seat of action, I therefore made direct for Havre, instead of crossing from Calais, and I suppose I shall find our young gentleman engaged in the slaughter of hares and partridges. You see it is a good sign that he can leave London. Keep up your spirits, my dear friend. If Perce has been really duped and taken in,--as all you mothers are so apt to fancy,--rely upon an old soldier to defeat the enemy and expose the ruse. But if, after all, the girl is such as he describes and believes,--innocent, artless, and worthy his affection,--oh, then I range myself, with your own good heart, upon his side. Never will I run the risk of unsettling a man"s whole character for life by wantonly interfering with his affections. But there we are agreed.
In a few hours I shall be with our dear boy, and his whole heart will come out clear and candid as when it beat under his mids.h.i.+pman"s true-blue. In a day or two I shall make him take me to town, to introduce me to the whole nest of them. Then I shall report progress.
Adieu, till then! Kind regards to your poor sister. I think we shall have a mild winter. Not one warning twinge as yet of the old rheumatism.
Ever your devoted old friend and preux chevalier,
H. GREVILLE.
The captain had completed his letter, sipped his soda-water, and was affixing to his communication his seal, when he heard the rattle of a post-chaise without. Fancying it was the one he had ordered, he went to the open window which looked on the street; but the chaise contained travellers, only halting to change horses. Somewhat to his surprise, and a little to his chagrin,--for the captain did not count on finding company at the Hall,--he heard one of the travellers in the chaise ask the distance to Laughton. The countenance of the questioner was not familiar to him. But leaving the worthy captain to question the landlord, without any satisfactory information, and to hasten the chaise for himself, we accompany the travellers on their way to Laughton. There were but two,--the proper complement of a post-chaise,--and they were both of the ruder s.e.x. The elder of the two was a man of middle age, but whom the wear and tear of active life had evidently advanced towards the state called elderly. But there was still abundant life in his quick, dark eye; and that mercurial youthfulness of character which in some happy const.i.tutions seems to defy years and sorrow, evinced itself in a rapid play of countenance and as much gesticulation as the narrow confines of the vehicle and the position of a traveller will permit. The younger man, far more grave in aspect and quiet in manner, leaned back in the corner with folded arms, and listened with respectful attention to his companion.
"Certainly, Dr. Johnson is right,--great happiness in an English post-chaise properly driven; more exhilarating than a palanquin. "Post equitem sedet atra cura,"--true only of such scrubby hacks as old Horace could have known. Black Care does not sit behind English posters, eh, my boy?" As he spoke this, the gentleman had twice let down the gla.s.s of the vehicle, and twice put it up again.
"Yet," he resumed, without noticing the brief, good-humoured reply of his companion,--"yet this is an anxious business enough that we are about. I don"t feel quite easy in my conscience. Poor Braddell"s injunctions were very strict, and I disobey them. It is on your responsibility, John!"
"I take it without hesitation. All the motives for so stern a severance must have ceased, and is it not a sufficient punishment to find in that hoped-for son a--"
"Poor woman!" interrupted the elder gentleman, in whom we begin to recognize the soi-disant Mr. Tomkins; "true, indeed, too true. How well I remember the impression Lucretia Clavering first produced on me; and to think of her now as a miserable cripple! By Jove, you are right, sir!
Drive on, post-boy, quick, quick!"
There was a short silence.
The elder gentleman abruptly put his hand upon his companion"s arm.
"What consummate acuteness; what patient research you have shown! What could I have done in this business without you? How often had that garrulous Mrs. Mivers bored me with Becky Carruthers, and the coral, and St. Paul"s, and not a suspicion came across me,--a word was sufficient for you. And then to track this unfeeling old Joplin from place to place till you find her absolutely a servant under the very roof of Mrs.
Braddell herself! Wonderful! Ah, boy, you will be an honour to the law and to your country. And what a hard-hearted rascal you must think me to have deserted you so long."
"My dear father," said John Ardworth, tenderly, "your love now recompenses me for all. And ought I not rather to rejoice not to have known the tale of a mother"s shame until I could half forget it on a father"s breast?"
"John," said the elder Ardworth, with a choking voice, "I ought to wear sackcloth all my life for having given you such a mother. When I think what I have suffered from the habit of carelessness in those confounded money-matters ("irritamenta malorum," indeed!), I have only one consolation,--that my patient, n.o.ble son is free from my vice. You would not believe what a well-principled, honourable fellow I was at your age; and yet, how truly I said to my poor friend William Mainwaring one day at Laughton (I remember it now) "Trust me with anything else but half-a-guinea!" Why, sir, it was that fault that threw me into low company,--that brought me in contact with my innkeeper"s daughter at Limerick. I fell in love, and I married (for, with all my faults, I was never a seducer, John). I did not own my marriage; why should I?--my relatives had cut me already. You were born, and, hunted poor devil as I was, I forgot all by your cradle. Then, in the midst of my troubles, that ungrateful woman deserted me; then I was led to believe that it was not my own son whom I had kissed and blessed. Ah, but for that thought should I have left you as I did? And even in infancy, you had the features only of your mother. Then, when the death of the adulteress set me free, and years afterwards, in India, I married again and had new ties, my heart grew still harder to you. I excused myself by knowing that at least you were cared for, and trained to good by a better guide than I. But when, by so strange a hazard, the very priest who had confessed your mother on her deathbed (she was a Catholic) came to India, and (for he had known me at Limerick) recognized my altered person, and obeying his penitent"s last injunctions, a.s.sured me that you were my son,--oh, John, then, believe me, I hastened back to England on the wings of remorse! Love you, boy! I have left at Madras three children, young and fair, by a woman now in heaven, who never wronged me, and, by my soul, John Ardworth, you are dearer to me than all!"
The father"s head drooped on his son"s breast as he spoke; then, das.h.i.+ng away his tears, he resumed,--
"Ah, why would not Braddell permit me, as I proposed, to find for his son the same guardians.h.i.+p as that to which I intrusted my own? But his bigotry besotted him; a clergyman of the High Church,--that was worse than an atheist. I had no choice left to me but the roof of that she-hypocrite. Yet I ought to have come to England when I heard of the child"s loss, braved duns and all; but I was money-making, money-making,--retribution for money-wasting; and--well, it"s no use repenting! And--and there is the lodge, the park, the old trees! Poor Sir Miles!"
CHAPTER XXVI. THE SPY FLIES.
Meanwhile at Laughton there was confusion and alarm. Helen had found herself more than usually unwell in the morning; towards noon, the maid who attended her informed Madame Dalibard that she was afraid the poor young lady had much fever, and inquired if the doctor should be sent for. Madame Dalibard seemed surprised at the intelligence, and directed her chair to be wheeled into her niece"s room, in order herself to judge of Helen"s state. The maid, sure that the doctor would be summoned, hastened to the stables, and seeing Beck, instructed him to saddle one of the horses and to await further orders. Beck kept her a few moments talking while he saddled his horse, and then followed her into the house, observing that it would save time if he were close at hand.
"That is quite true," said the maid, "and you may as well wait in the corridor. Madame may wish to speak to you herself, and give you her own message or note to the doctor."
Beck, full of gloomy suspicions, gladly obeyed, and while the maid entered the sick-chamber, stood anxiously without. Presently Varney pa.s.sed him, and knocked at Helen"s door; the maid half-opened it.
"How is Miss Mainwaring?" said he, eagerly.
"I fear she is worse, sir; but Madame Dalibard does not think there is any danger."
"No danger! I am glad; but pray ask Madame Dalibard to let me see her for a few moments in her own room. If she come out, I will wheel her chair to it. Whether there is danger or not, we had better send for other advice than this country doctor, who has perhaps mistaken the case; tell her I am very uneasy, and beg her to join me immediately."
"I think you are quite right, sir," said the maid, closing the door.
Varney then, turning round for the first time, noticed Beck, and said roughly,--
"What do you do here? Wait below till you are sent for."
Beck pulled his forelock, and retreated back, not in the direction of the princ.i.p.al staircase, but towards that used by the servants, and which his researches into the topography of the mansion had now made known to him. To gain these back stairs he had to pa.s.s Lucretia"s room; the door stood ajar; Varney"s face was turned from him. Beck breathed hard, looked round, then crept within, and in a moment was behind the folds of the tapestry.
Soon the chair in which sat Madame Dalibard was drawn by Varney himself into the room.
Shutting the door with care, and turning the key, Gabriel said, with low, suppressed pa.s.sion,--
"Well; your mind seems wandering,--speak!"
"It is strange," said Lucretia, in hollow tones, "can Nature turn accomplice, and befriend us here?"
"Nature! did you not last night administer the--"
"No," interrupted Lucretia. "No; she came into the room, she kissed me here,--on the brow that even then was meditating murder. The kiss burned; it burns still,--it eats into the brain like remorse. But I did not yield; I read again her false father"s protestation of love; I read again the letter announcing the discovery of my son, and remorse lay still. I went forth as before, I stole into her chamber, I had the fatal crystal in my hand--"
"Well, well!"
"And suddenly there came the fearful howl of a dog, and the dog"s fierce eyes glared on me. I paused, I trembled; Helen started, woke, called aloud. I turned and fled. The poison was not given."
Varney ground his teeth. "But this illness! Ha! the effect, perhaps, of the drops administered two nights ago."
"No; this illness has no symptoms like those the poison should bequeath,--it is but natural fever, a shock on the nerves; she told me she had been wakened by the dog"s howl, and seen a dark form, like a thing from the grave, creeping along the floor. But she is really ill; send for the physician; there is nothing in her illness to betray the hand of man. Be it as it may,--that kiss still burns; I will stir in this no more. Do what you will yourself!"
"Fool, fool!" exclaimed Varney, almost rudely grasping her arm.
"Remember how much we have yet to prepare for, how much to do,--and the time so short! Percival"s return,--perhaps this Greville"s arrival. Give me the drugs; I will mix them for her in the potion the physician sends.
And when Percival returns,--his Helen dead or dying,--I will attend on him! Silent still? Recall your son! Soon you will clasp him in your arms as a beggar, or as the lord of Laughton!"
Lucretia shuddered, but did not rise; she drew forth a ring of keys from her bosom, and pointed towards a secretary. Varney s.n.a.t.c.hed the keys, unlocked the secretary, seized the fatal casket, and sat down quietly before it.
When the dire selections were made, and secreted about his person, Varney rose, approached the fire, and blew the wood embers to a blaze.
"And now," he said, with his icy irony of smile, "we may dismiss these useful instruments,--perhaps forever. Though Walter Ardworth, in restoring your son, leaves us dependent on that son"s filial affection, and I may have, therefore, little to hope for from the succession, to secure which I have risked and am again to risk my life, I yet trust to that influence which you never fail to obtain over others. I take it for granted that when these halls are Vincent Braddell"s, we shall have no need of gold, nor of these pale alchemies. Perish, then, the mute witnesses of our acts, the elements we have bowed to our will! No poison shall be found in our h.o.a.rds! Fire, consume your consuming children!"
As he spoke, he threw upon the hearth the contents of the casket, and set his heel upon the logs. A bluish flame shot up, breaking into countless sparks, and then died.
Lucretia watched him without speaking.
In coming back towards the table, Varney felt something hard beneath his tread; he stooped, and picked up the ring which has before been described as amongst the ghastly treasures of the casket, and which had rolled on the floor almost to Lucretia"s feet, as he had emptied the contents on the hearth.