"Heard what about George Roden?" asked the other, who, of course, had heard it all.
"The Italian t.i.tle."
"What about an Italian t.i.tle?"
"But have you heard it?"
"I have heard something. What have you heard?"
"George Roden is in Italy."
"Unless he has left it. He has been there, no doubt."
"And his mother." Hampstead nodded his head. "I suppose you do know all about it?"
"I want to know what you know. What I have heard has come to me as a secret. Your story can probably be divulged."
"I don"t know that. We are apt to be pretty close as to what we hear at the Foreign Office. But this didn"t come as specially private.
I"ve had a letter from Muscati, a very good fellow in the Foreign Office there, who had in some way heard your name as connected with Roden."
"That is very likely."
"And your sister"s," said Vivian in a whisper.
"That is likely too. Men talk about anything now-a-days."
"Lord Persiflage has heard direct from Italy. He is interested, of course, as being brother-in-law to Lady Kingsbury."
"But what have they heard?"
"It seems that Roden isn"t an Englishman at all."
"That will be as he likes, I take it. He has lived here as an Englishman for five-and-twenty years."
"But of course he"ll prefer to be an Italian," said Vivian. "It turns out that he is heir to one of the oldest t.i.tles in Italy. You have heard of the Ducas di Crinola?"
"I have heard of them now."
"One of them is Minister of Education in the present Cabinet, and is likely to be the Premier. But he isn"t the head of the family, and he isn"t really the Duca di Crinola. He is called so, of course. But he isn"t the head of the family. George Roden is the real Duca di Crinola. I thought there must be something special about the man when your sister took such a fancy to him."
"I always thought there was something special about him," said Hampstead; "otherwise I should hardly have liked him so well."
"So did I. He always seemed to be,--to me,--just one of ourselves, you know. A fellow doesn"t come out like that unless he"s somebody.
You Radicals may say what you please, but silk purses don"t get made out of sow"s ears. n.o.body stands up for blood less than I do; but, by George, it always shows itself. You wouldn"t think Crocker was heir to a dukedom."
"Upon my word, I don"t know. I have a great respect for Crocker."
"And now what"s to be done?" asked Vivian.
"How done?"
"About Di Crinola? Lord Persiflage says that he can"t remain in the Post Office."
"Why not?"
"I"m afraid he doesn"t come in for much?"
"Not a shilling."
"Lord Persiflage thinks that something should be done for him. But it is so hard. It should be done in Italy, you know. I should think that they might make him extra Secretary of Legation, so as to leave him here. But then they have such a small salary!" As the story of George Roden"s birth was thus known to all the Foreign Office, it was probable that Hampstead"s prophecy would be altogether fulfilled.
CHAPTER II.
TRUE TIDINGS.
The Foreign Office, from top to bottom, was very much moved on the occasion,--and not without cause. The t.i.tle of Di Crinola was quite historic, and had existed for centuries. No Duca di Crinola,--at any rate, no respectable Duca di Crinola,--could be in England even as a temporary visitant without being considered as ent.i.tled to some consideration from the Foreign Office. The existing duke of that name, who had lately been best known, was at present a member of the Italian Ministry. Had he come he would have been ent.i.tled to great consideration. But he, as now appeared, was not the real Duca di Crinola. The real duke was an Englishman,--or an Anglicized Italian, or an Italianized Englishman. No one in the Foreign Office, not even the most ancient pundit there, quite knew what he was. It was clear that the Foreign Office must take some notice of the young n.o.bleman.
But in all this was not contained more than half of the real reasons for peculiar consideration. This Anglicized Italian Duca was known to be engaged to the daughter of an English Marquis, to a lady who, if not niece, was next door to being niece to the Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs himself! Many years must have pa.s.sed since an individual had sprung into notice so interesting in many different ways to all the body of the Foreign Office!
And this personage was a clerk in the Post Office! There had no doubt been a feeling in the Foreign Office, if not of actual disgrace, at any rate of mingled shame and regret, that a niece of their Secretary of State should have engaged herself to one so low. Had he been in the Foreign Office himself something might have been made of him;--but a Clerk in the Post Office! The thing had been whispered about and talked over, till there had come up an idea that Lady Frances should be sent away on some compulsory foreign mission, so as to be out of the pernicious young man"s reach. But now it turned out suddenly that the young man was the Duca di Crinola, and it was evident to all of them that Lady Frances Trafford was justified in her choice.
But what was to be done with the Duca? Rumours reached the Foreign Office that the infatuated young n.o.bleman intended to adhere to his most unaristocratic position. The absurdity of a clerk of the third cla.s.s in one of the branches of the Post Office, with a salary of a hundred and seventy a year, and sitting in the same room with Crockers and Bobbins while he would have to be called by everybody the Duca di Crinola, was apparent to the mind of the lowest Foreign Office official. It couldn"t be so, they said to each other.
Something must be done. If Government pay were necessary to him, could he not be transformed by a leap into the Elysium of their own department, where he might serve with some especial name invented for the occasion? Then there arose questions which no man could answer.
Were he to be introduced into this new-fangled office proposed for him, would he come in as an Englishman or an Italian; and if as an Englishman, was it in accordance with received rules of etiquette that he should be called Duca di Crinola? Would it be possible in so special a case to get special permission from the Crown; or if not, could he be appointed to the Foreign Office as a foreigner? The special permission, though it was surrounded by so many difficulties, yet seemed to be easier and less monstrous than this latter suggestion. They understood that though he could not well be dismissed from the office which he already held, it might be difficult to appoint a foreign n.o.bleman to the performance of duties which certainly required more than ordinary British tendencies. In this way the mind of the Foreign Office was moved, and the coming of the young duke was awaited with considerable anxiety.
The news went beyond the Foreign Office. Whether it was that the Secretary of State himself told the story to the ladies of his household, or that it reached them through private secretaries, it was certainly the case that Lady Persiflage was enabled to write a very interesting letter to her sister, and that Lady Amaldina took the occasion of congratulating her cousin and of informing her lover.
Lady Kingsbury, when she received the news, was still engaged in pointing out to her husband the iniquity of his elder children in having admitted the visit of Mr. Roden to Hendon Hall. This, she persisted in saying, had been done in direct opposition to most solemn promises made by all the parties concerned. The Marquis at the time had recovered somewhat of his strength, in consequence, as was said among the household, of the removal of Mr. Greenwood into Shrewsbury. And the Marchioness took advantage of this improved condition on the part of her husband to make him sensible of the abominable iniquity of which the young persons had been guilty.
The visit had occurred two months since, but the iniquity to Lady Kingsbury"s thinking still demanded express condemnation and, if possible, punishment. "A direct and premeditated falsehood on the part of them all!" said Lady Kingsbury, standing over her husband, who was rec.u.mbent on the sofa in his own room.
"No; it wasn"t," said the Marquis, who found it easier to deny the whole charge than to attempt in his weakness to divide the guilt.
"My dear! When she was allowed to go to Hendon Hall, was it not done on a sacred pledge that she should not see that horrid man? Did not Hampstead repeat the promise to my own ears?"
"How could he help his coming? I wish you wouldn"t trouble me about it any more."
"Then I suppose that she is to have your leave to marry the man whenever she chooses!"
Then he roused himself with whatever strength he possessed, and begged her to leave him. With much indignation she stalked out of the room, and going to her apartments found the following letter, which had just arrived from her sister;--
MY DEAR CLARA,--
As you are down in the country, I suppose the news about f.a.n.n.y"s "young man" has not yet reached you.