"The peer has never done anything for me in his life," he said angrily to Jack Jardine. "I"ve gone into a West India regiment. I"ve lived on my pay--and your allowance, old chap. By the way, I do wish you"d make up accounts between us. We three brothers must owe you a lot already, and though we"ve all given our _post obits_ on the property when the old man dies, I myself don"t like it. Worries me when I have a headache, you know!"
Jack Jardine smiled. The proposition for a clear account had been made many times in the past ten years, sometimes by one brother, sometimes by another--but generally by Marmaduke--without in any way altering the relative positions of creditor and debtor. So he set the point aside.
"Why should you have a headache, Duke?" he began as a prelude to a sermon on sobriety he had been meditating for some days; but Marmaduke"s candour took the words out of his mouth.
"Not the least reason in life, Jack, except that I want and will have my majority, and I _must_ keep straight with the peer till I get the money. Look here, I"ll tackle the old man to-morrow, and if I succeed I"ll cut and run. I don"t drink anywhere else, Jack, I don"t indeed--not, I mean to say, _drink_."
Looking at the speaker"s clear, almost boyish, face his hearer could well believe it.
"Your father is suffering a lot from the gout just now," he said, dubiously.
"And he"ll go on suffering as long as I"m here, and he wants to make me drunk," retorted Marmaduke, whose perceptions were by no means dense, "so the sooner it"s over the better for both of us!"
Accordingly the very next day when, in accordance with his usual custom, he wheeled his parent to the paternal visit to the dower house, Marmaduke broached the subject of finance on the way back. It was not a very auspicious moment, for the old gentleman had been made at once irritable and pious by an unwary allusion on the part of his youngest daughter, Margaret, to the new minister of the parish, the Reverend Patrick Bryce. Now the reverend gentleman in question was at the time Lord Drummuir"s _bete noire_. To begin with, he had been presented to the living by the Crown, and the Barons of Drummuir had for generations claimed the right themselves. Evil thinking people, indeed, said that it was this fact which made the old man so wholehearted an advocate of that disruption in the Church of Scotland which was then rending the country in twain. People talked of little else, except railways, and on that point Lord Drummuir held the most conservative of views. They would, he said, not without truth, play the devil with country society and make it impossible for a n.o.bleman to travel in comfort. But no one who knew his lordship ever asked for consistency in his opinions. He simply held them with a tenacity that was perfectly appalling. So the mere mention of the Reverend Patrick Bryce"s name, with the addition of a fine blush on his daughter"s face when she discovered her slip of the tongue, had put him into a white heat of politeness and piety.
"I am surprised at you, Margaret," he said. "I should prefer your having nothing to do even with the school feasts of a man who, denying the headship of the church to the Almighty, continues to batten on the loaves and fishes of--of--and has the cursed impudence to find fault with other people"s meat and drink, too," he added, fiercely.
Despite this, Marmaduke, who had inherited no little of his father"s obstinacy, took the opportunity of the bath-chair reaching the finest point of the view to say with a great show of courage--
"By the way, sir, don"t you think it"s about time to send that money for my majority? Pringle is rather in a hurry to retire, and the price may run up if we don"t act soon."
His lordship rather admired this home thrust without warning, but he was on his guard at once and cleared his throat for a speech.
"It"s a positive disgrace to our army, and so I told poor Brougham the last time I saw him, that promotion should not only go by purchase but that private individuals should have power to fill their pockets with the proceeds of further extortion. It is a kind of simony; it is the sale of valour, of one"s country"s good!"
Lord Drummuir was a noted orator when he chose, even in those days when everyone could string words together into high-sounding phrases, and when Edmund Burke"s foaming fulminations were held up to the young as models of eloquence; but Marmaduke was obdurate.
"Possibly, sir," he interrupted, "but I want to do it. You see, sir,"
he warmed with his subject, "I"ll be dashed if I"ve troubled you much in the last ten years--now have I? You"ve made me an allowance on which I couldn"t live in a gentlemanly way at home. So I"ve exchanged again and again for foreign service, going down and down till I"ve landed in the West Indies. And now I have this chance of getting back to my old regiment, to a soldier"s life that is worth having----"
"No soldier"s life is worth having. If you will be kind enough to remember, I objected from the first to the army," interrupted the old man, with icy politeness.
Marmaduke groaned aloud.
"Oh, don"t let us go back so far as that, sir. The thing"s done, and practically you have to decide now whether you"re going to wreck my fortune or make it."
Lord Drummuir took out his pocket-handkerchief solemnly.
"And this is what I am asked to do, when my physicians insist on absolute rest of body and mind. I am asked to consider, to take all the responsibility. No, Marmaduke, you are old enough to decide for yourself!"
"Then you wish me to go back to that miserable hole?" began the young man vehemently.
"I am informed on the best authority that the climate of the West Indies has sensibly improved of late years," remarked his lordship, imperturbably. "The discovery of the cinchona plant----"
"d.a.m.n the cinchona plant!" burst out Marmaduke. But at that instant a silvery artificial little laugh rose behind them and Mdlle. Fantine Le Grand appeared tripping over the gra.s.s with the daintiest of sandalled feet.
She had again been watching father and son from her window, and after a week"s hesitation she had suddenly decided that something must be done to stop what seemed to be growing confidence. She had hitherto played with the plan of arousing the old man"s jealousy, confining herself to half-hearted flirtations with Marmaduke, who, also on the watch, had fallen in with the amus.e.m.e.nt quite pleasantly. But that morning Colonel Compton had spoken out his fears.
"You"ll have to look to your p"s and q"s, Fan, or that youngster will be running away with some of the peer"s loose cash. And as the estate is strictly entailed that won"t suit us. I overheard that weasel, Jack Jardine, talking to the captain about the purchase of his majority, so you had better look sharp."
The words echoed in her brain as she had stood watching father and son in an apparently amicable conversation which clinched her decision.
The result being her appearance before the two conspirators, provocative to the very tilt of her carefully held pink parasol.
"Oh, pardon," she began, in the stage French accent she affected in society, "but I mean not to disturb! Only the filial picture of milor and his too charming son was irresistible to poor me--so _sans famille_."
She did not look in the least forlorn, and Lord Drummuir"s clear, wicked old eyes, that had seen to the bottom of so many evil things, took her in from head to foot, and his clear wicked old brain considered what she would be at. Then he chuckled softly, thinking he had found out.
"No apologies needed, dear little Fan," he said affectionately; "you are almost one of the family already, so we"ve no secrets. Marmaduke and I were just discussing the purchase of his majority. It will take more than two thousand five hundred pounds, I"m afraid, won"t it, dear boy?--what with the regulation and non-regulation figures. A big sum, my dear, a big sum. It will make a hole in what"s available for wedding presents, eh, little woman?"
He looked at her with amused malevolence, thinking he had settled her hash; for little Fan was not the woman to flirt with a man who was to do her out of a farthing. And Fantine"s eyes were steel as she made a little curtsey.
"Who, my lord," she warbled tenderly, "could regret money spent in such a good cause? Pardon," she added, remembering her accent, "was that not right said? I mean that Marmaduke"--her voice cooed the name--"is welcome to all zat I could give to him."
The baron burst into a huge rough guffaw.
"Come, that is a real good "un!" he cried, highly amused. "I declare you"re as good as a play. But it"s not settled yet." Here he glanced at his son, keen to tantalise him too, and with reckless devilry sowing the seeds of evil broadcast. "I shall have to choose between diamonds for my wife and promotion for my son. Meanwhile, my lady, don"t get your pretty little feet damp on the gra.s.s. Remember you have to dance to us to-night. Ogilvie and all the good fellows for miles round are coming to see you, and you mustn"t be a failure."
When the bath-chair and its wheezy occupant had been handed over to the valet, Fantine Le Grand and Marmaduke lingered on the steps together in silence.
"You have not yet seen me dance?" she said, suddenly. "Well, you shall see me this evening! I will dance for you alone, monsieur."
His eyes laughed into hers boldly.
"It is a bargain, mademoiselle; but I shall ask for more, I warn you."
"_Dieu merci_," she said, with a tiny shrug of her shoulders, "you must not ask too much!"
So with provocative laughter she fled up the steps with the prettiest of little glissades and disappeared, leaving Marmaduke gratified at the impression he had evidently made, and with a certain new admiration for the demure daintiness of Mademoiselle Fantine. His father, devil take him, hadn"t a bad taste.
He said nothing of all this, however, to Jack Jardine when he raged for a full hour over his father"s absolute lack of human sympathy.
"Why only yesterday," he stormed, "he signed a cheque for one thousand pounds because he wanted to pose as the patron of these dispossessed parsons. It isn"t moral, it isn"t Christian. He doesn"t care if he ruins me body and soul. Anyhow, I"ve done with him for ever."
"Then you will leave at once?" suggested Jack Jardine.
In truth he was anxious to get the young man away from temptation as soon as possible, and he knew well that in the end he himself would have somehow or another to negotiate the money for the majority.
"No," replied Marmaduke. "I"m going to stop on for a bit."
And he set his nether lip hard. He was not going to give a cheek to the enemy. He meant to hit back if he could. If his father couldn"t spare two thousand pounds because he wanted to spend it on a dancing woman, he might find himself in the position of not having the dancing woman on whom to spend it. He, Marmaduke, would have a try at it, anyhow. It was mean and horrible, of course, but so was the old man.
He began it.
Peter Muir, coming in yawning, exclaimed at his brother"s face.
"What"s up, Duke?" he asked. "You look in the devil of a temper."
"So I am," retorted Duke. "And so would you be if you had the s.p.u.n.k to ask anything of the baron. But you haven"t, you see."
"Phew!" said Peter. "So you"ve been attacking the money bags. I could have told you it was no go. That"s why I learnt picquet of that Italian count the governor got hold of last year and sent about his business when he had rooked him of a thou! Now I can get a guinea or two off everybody who comes in to the house--except you, Jack. You never will play."