"Did she tell thee that she did not love thee, my lord?--because that to my thinking would be reason enough."
"Nothing of the kind. I don"t mean to boast, but I don"t see why she should not like me well enough."
"Nor in sooth do I either."
"What, Zachary; you walking about at this busy time of the day?"
"I am walking about, Sir Thomas. It is not customary with me, but I am walking about." Then he turned on his heel, moved almost to dudgeon by the interruption, and walked the other way. "Sir Thomas Bolster, my lord; a very busy sort of gentleman, but one who has done well in the world.--Nor in sooth do I either; but this is a matter in which a young maiden must decide for herself. I shall not bid her not to love thee, but I cannot bid her to do so."
"It isn"t that, Mr. Fay. Of course I have no right to pretend to any regard from her. But as to that there has been no question."
"What did she say to thee?"
"Some trash about rank."
"Nay, my lord, it is not trash. I cannot hear thee speak so of thine own order without contradiction."
"Am I to be like a king in the old days, who was forced to marry any ugly old princess that might be found for him, even though she were odious to him? I will have nothing to do with rank on such terms.
I claim the right to please myself, as do other men, and I come to you as father to the young lady to ask from you your a.s.sistance in winning her to be my wife." At this moment up came Tribbledale running from the office.
"There is Cooke there," said Tribbledale, with much emphasis in his voice, as though Cooke"s was a very serious affair; "from Pollock and Austen"s."
"Is not Mr. Pogson within?"
"He went out just after you. Cooke says that it"s most important that he should see some one immediately."
"Tell him that he must wait yet five minutes longer," said Zachary Fay, frowning. Tribbledale, awestruck as he bethought himself how great were the affairs of Pollock and Austen, retreated back hurriedly to the court.
"You know what I mean, Mr. Fay," continued Lord Hampstead.
"I know well what thou meanest, my lord. I think I know what thou meanest. Thou meanest to offer to my girl not only high rank and great wealth, but, which should be of infinitely more value to her, the heart and the hand of an honest man. I believe thee to be an honest man, my lord."
"In this matter, Mr. Fay, at any rate, I am."
"In all matters as I believe; and how should I, being such a one as I am, not be willing to give my girl to such a suitor as thee? And what is it now?" he shrieked in his anger, as the little boy off the high stool came rushing to him.
"Mr. Pogson has just come back, Mr. Fay, and he says that he can"t find those letters from Pollock and Austen anywhere about the place.
He wants them immediately, because he can"t tell the prices named without seeing them."
"Lord Hampstead," said the Quaker, almost white with rage, "I must pray thee to excuse me for five minutes." Hampstead promised that he would confine himself to the same uninteresting plot of ground till the Quaker should return to him, and then reflected that there were certain reasons upon which he had not calculated against falling in love with the daughter of a City clerk.
"We will go a little further afield," said the Quaker, when he returned, "so that we may not be troubled again by those imbeciles in the court. It is little, however, that I have to say to thee further.
Thou hast my leave."
"I am glad of that."
"And all my sympathies. But, my lord, I suppose I had better tell the truth."
"Oh, certainly."
"My girl fears that her health may fail her."
"Her health!"
"It is that as I think. She has not said so to me openly; but I think it is that. Her mother died early,--and her brothers and her sisters.
It is a sad tale, my lord."
"But need that hinder her?"
"I think not, my lord. But it must be for thee to judge. As far as I know she is as fit to become a man"s wife as are other girls. Her health has not failed her. She is not robust, but she does her work in looking after my household, such as it is, well and punctually.
I think that her mind is pervaded with vain terrors. Now I have told thee all, placing full confidence in thee as in an honest man. There is my house. Thou art welcome to go there if it seemeth thee good, and to deal with Marion in this matter as thy love and thy judgment may direct thee." Having said this he returned hurriedly to King"s Court as though he feared that Tribbledale or the boy might again find him out.
So far Hampstead had succeeded; but he was much troubled in his mind by what he had heard as to Marion"s health. Not that it occurred to him for a moment that such a marriage as he contemplated would be undesirable because his Marion might become ill. He was too thoroughly in love to entertain such an idea. Nor is it one which can find ready entrance into the mind of a young man who sees a girl blooming with the freshness and beauty of youth. It would have seemed to him, had he thought about it at all, that Marion"s health was perfect. But he was afraid of her obstinacy, and he felt that this objection might be more binding on her than that which she put forward in reference to his rank. He went back, therefore, to Hendon Hall only half-satisfied,--sometimes elated, but sometimes depressed.
He would, however, go and discuss the matter with her at full length as soon as he should have returned from Shropshire. He would remain there only for one day,--though it might be necessary for him to repeat the journey almost immediately,--so that no time might be lost in using his eloquence upon Marion. After what had pa.s.sed between him and the Quaker, he thought that he was almost justified in a.s.suring himself that the girl did in truth love him.
"Give my father my kindest love," said Lady Frances, as her brother was about to start for the train.
"Of course I will."
"And tell him that I will start at a moment"s notice whenever he may wish to see me."
"In such case of course I should take you."
"And be courteous to her if you can."
"I doubt whether she will allow me. If she abuses you or insults me I must answer her."
"I wouldn"t."
"You would be more ready than I am. One cannot but answer her because she expects to hear something said in return. I shall keep out of her way as much as possible. I shall have my breakfast brought to me in my own room to-morrow, and shall then remain with my father as much as possible. If I leave him at all I shall get a walk.
There will only be the dinner. As to one thing I have quite made up my mind. Nothing shall drive me into having any words with Mr.
Greenwood;--unless, indeed, my father were to ask me to speak to him."
CHAPTER XI.
MR. GREENWOOD BECOMES AMBITIOUS.
Mr. Greenwood was still anxious as to the health of the Rector of Appleslocombe. There might be even yet a hope for him; but his chance, he thought, would be better with the present Marquis--ill-disposed towards him as the Marquis was--than with the heir. The Marquis was weary of him, and anxious to get rid of him,--was acting very meanly to him, as Mr. Greenwood thought, having offered him 1000 as a final payment for a whole life"s attention.
The Marquis, who had ever been a liberal man, had now, perhaps on his death-bed, become unjust, harsh, and cruel. But he was weak and forgetful, and might possibly be willing to save his money and get rid of the nuisance of the whole affair by surrendering the living.
This was Mr. Greenwood"s reading of the circ.u.mstances as they at present existed. But the Marquis could not dispose of the living while the Rector was still alive; nor could he even promise it, to any good effect, without his son"s a.s.sent. That Lord Hampstead would neither himself so bestow his patronage or allow it to be so bestowed, Mr. Greenwood was very sure. There had been that between him and Lord Hampstead which convinced him that the young man was more hostile to him even than the father. The Marquis, as Mr.
Greenwood thought, had insulted him of late;--but Lord Hampstead, young as he was, had also been insolent; and what was worse, he had insulted Lord Hampstead. There had been something in the young lord"s eye which had a.s.sured him of the young lord"s contempt as well as dislike. If anything could be done about the living it must be done by the Marquis. The Marquis was very ill; but it was still probable that the old rector should die first. He had been given to understand that the old rector could hardly live many weeks.
Mr. Greenwood understood but little of the young lord"s character.
The Marquis, no doubt, he knew well, having lived with him for many years. When he supposed his patron to be fretful and irascible because of his infirmities, but to be by nature forgiving, unreasonable, and weak, he drew an easy portrait, which was like the person portrayed. But in attributing revenge, or harshness, or pride of power to Lord Hampstead he was altogether wrong. As regarded Appleslocombe and other parishes, the patronage of which would some day belong to him, Lord Hampstead had long since made up his mind that he would have nothing to do with them, feeling himself unfit to appoint clergymen to ministrations in a Church to which he did not consider himself to belong. All that he would leave to the Bishop, thinking that the Bishop must know more about it than himself. Was his father, however, to make any request to him with reference to Appleslocombe especially, he would no doubt regard the living as bestowed before his father"s death. But of all this Mr. Greenwood could understand nothing. He felt, however, that as the Marquis had given him cause for anger, so had the young lord given him cause for hatred as well as anger.