There was the comfort of thinking that this housekeeper had been in the service of Rigg also, and might accept the idea that Mr. Bulstrode entertained Raffles merely as a friend of her former master.
When there was food and drink spread before his visitor in the wainscoted parlor, and no witness in the room, Mr. Bulstrode said-
"Your habits and mine are so different, Mr. Raffles, that we can hardly enjoy each other"s society. The wisest plan for both of us will therefore be to part as soon as possible. Since you say that you wished to meet me, you probably considered that you had some business to transact with me. But under the circ.u.mstances I will invite you to remain here for the night, and I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning-before breakfast, in fact, when I can receive any Communication you have to make to me."
"With all my heart," said Raffles; "this is a comfortable place-a little dull for a continuance; but I can put up with it for a night, with this good liquor and the prospect of seeing you again in the morning. You"re a much better host than my stepson was; but Josh owed me a bit of a grudge for marrying his mother; and between you and me there was never anything but kindness."
Mr. Bulstrode, hoping that the peculiar mixture of joviality and sneering in Raffles" manner was a good deal the effect of drink, had determined to wait till he was quite sober before he spent more words upon him. But he rode home with a terribly lucid vision of the difficulty there would be in arranging any result that could be permanently counted on with this man. It was inevitable that he should wish to get rid of John Raffles, though his reappearance could not be regarded as lying outside the divine plan. The spirit of evil might have sent him to threaten Mr. Bulstrode"s subversion as an instrument of good; but the threat must have been permitted, and was a chastis.e.m.e.nt of a new kind. It was an hour of anguish for him very different from the hours in which his struggle had been securely private, and which had ended with a sense that his secret misdeeds were pardoned and his services accepted. Those misdeeds even when committed-had they not been half sanctified by the singleness of his desire to devote himself and all he possessed to the furtherance of the divine scheme? And was he after all to become a mere stone of stumbling and a rock of offence? For who would understand the work within him? Who would not, when there was the pretext of casting disgrace upon him, confound his whole life and the truths he had espoused, in one heap of obloquy?
In his closest meditations the life-long habit of Mr. Bulstrode"s mind clad his most egoistic terrors in doctrinal references to superhuman ends. But even while we are talking and meditating about the earth"s...o...b..t and the solar system, what we feel and adjust our movements to is the stable earth and the changing day. And now within all the automatic succession of theoretic phrases-distinct and inmost as the shiver and the ache of oncoming fever when we are discussing abstract pain, was the forecast of disgrace in the presence of his neighbors and of his own wife. For the pain, as well as the public estimate of disgrace, depends on the amount of previous profession. To men who only aim at escaping felony, nothing short of the prisoner"s dock is disgrace. But Mr. Bulstrode had aimed at being an eminent Christian.
It was not more than half-past seven in the morning when he again reached Stone Court. The fine old place never looked more like a delightful home than at that moment; the great white lilies were in flower, the nasturtiums, their pretty leaves all silvered with dew, were running away over the low stone wall; the very noises all around had a heart of peace within them. But everything was spoiled for the owner as he walked on the gravel in front and awaited the descent of Mr. Raffles, with whom he was condemned to breakfast.
It was not long before they were seated together in the wainscoted parlor over their tea and toast, which was as much as Raffles cared to take at that early hour. The difference between his morning and evening self was not so great as his companion had imagined that it might be; the delight in tormenting was perhaps even the stronger because his spirits were rather less highly pitched. Certainly his manners seemed more disagreeable by the morning light.
"As I have little time to spare, Mr. Raffles," said the banker, who could hardly do more than sip his tea and break his toast without eating it, "I shall be obliged if you will mention at once the ground on which you wished to meet with me. I presume that you have a home elsewhere and will be glad to return to it."
"Why, if a man has got any heart, doesn"t he want to see an old friend, Nick?-I must call you Nick-we always did call you young Nick when we knew you meant to marry the old widow. Some said you had a handsome family likeness to old Nick, but that was your mother"s fault, calling you Nicholas. Aren"t you glad to see me again? I expected an invite to stay with you at some pretty place. My own establishment is broken up now my wife"s dead. I"ve no particular attachment to any spot; I would as soon settle hereabout as anywhere."
"May I ask why you returned from America? I considered that the strong wish you expressed to go there, when an adequate sum was furnished, was tantamount to an engagement that you would remain there for life."
"Never knew that a wish to go to a place was the same thing as a wish to stay. But I did stay a matter of ten years; it didn"t suit me to stay any longer. And I"m not going again, Nick." Here Mr. Raffles winked slowly as he looked at Mr. Bulstrode.
"Do you wish to be settled in any business? What is your calling now?"
"Thank you, my calling is to enjoy myself as much as I can. I don"t care about working any more. If I did anything it would be a little travelling in the tobacco line-or something of that sort, which takes a man into agreeable company. But not without an independence to fall back upon. That"s what I want: I"m not so strong as I was, Nick, though I"ve got more color than you. I want an independence."
"That could be supplied to you, if you would engage to keep at a distance," said Mr. Bulstrode, perhaps with a little too much eagerness in his undertone.
"That must be as it suits my convenience," said Raffles coolly. "I see no reason why I shouldn"t make a few acquaintances hereabout. I"m not ashamed of myself as company for anybody. I dropped my portmanteau at the turnpike when I got down-change of linen-genuine-honor bright-more than fronts and wristbands; and with this suit of mourning, straps and everything, I should do you credit among the n.o.bs here." Mr. Raffles had pushed away his chair and looked down at himself, particularly at his straps. His chief intention was to annoy Bulstrode, but he really thought that his appearance now would produce a good effect, and that he was not only handsome and witty, but clad in a mourning style which implied solid connections.
"If you intend to rely on me in any way, Mr. Raffles," said Bulstrode, after a moment"s pause, "you will expect to meet my wishes."
"Ah, to be sure," said Raffles, with a mocking cordiality. "Didn"t I always do it? Lord, you made a pretty thing out of me, and I got but little. I"ve often thought since, I might have done better by telling the old woman that I"d found her daughter and her grandchild: it would have suited my feelings better; I"ve got a soft place in my heart. But you"ve buried the old lady by this time, I suppose-it"s all one to her now. And you"ve got your fortune out of that profitable business which had such a blessing on it. You"ve taken to being a n.o.b, buying land, being a country bashaw. Still in the Dissenting line, eh? Still G.o.dly? Or taken to the Church as more genteel?"
This time Mr. Raffles" slow wink and slight protrusion of his tongue was worse than a nightmare, because it held the cert.i.tude that it was not a nightmare, but a waking misery. Mr. Bulstrode felt a shuddering nausea, and did not speak, but was considering diligently whether he should not leave Raffles to do as he would, and simply defy him as a slanderer. The man would soon show himself disreputable enough to make people disbelieve him. "But not when he tells any ugly-looking truth about you," said discerning consciousness. And again: it seemed no wrong to keep Raffles at a distance, but Mr. Bulstrode shrank from the direct falsehood of denying true statements. It was one thing to look back on forgiven sins, nay, to explain questionable conformity to lax customs, and another to enter deliberately on the necessity of falsehood.
But since Bulstrode did not speak, Raffles ran on, by way of using time to the utmost.
"I"ve not had such fine luck as you, by Jove! Things went confoundedly with me in New York; those Yankees are cool hands, and a man of gentlemanly feelings has no chance with them. I married when I came back-a nice woman in the tobacco trade-very fond of me-but the trade was restricted, as we say. She had been settled there a good many years by a friend; but there was a son too much in the case. Josh and I never hit it off. However, I made the most of the position, and I"ve always taken my gla.s.s in good company. It"s been all on the square with me; I"m as open as the day. You won"t take it ill of me that I didn"t look you up before. I"ve got a complaint that makes me a little dilatory. I thought you were trading and praying away in London still, and didn"t find you there. But you see I was sent to you, Nick-perhaps for a blessing to both of us."
Mr. Raffles ended with a jocose snuffle: no man felt his intellect more superior to religious cant. And if the cunning which calculates on the meanest feelings in men could be, called intellect, he had his share, for under the blurting rallying tone with which he spoke to Bulstrode, there was an evident selection of statements, as if they had been so many moves at chess. Meanwhile Bulstrode had determined on his move, and he said, with gathered resolution-
"You will do well to reflect, Mr. Raffles, that it is possible for a man to overreach himself in the effort to secure undue advantage. Although I am not in any way bound to you, I am willing to supply you with a regular annuity-in quarterly payments-so long as you fulfil a promise to remain at a distance from this neighborhood. It is in your power to choose. If you insist on remaining here, even for a short time, you will get nothing from me. I shall decline to know you."
"Ha, ha!" said Raffles, with an affected explosion, "that reminds me of a droll dog of a thief who declined to know the constable."
"Your allusions are lost on me sir," said Bulstrode, with white heat; "the law has no hold on me either through your agency or any other."
"You can"t understand a joke, my good fellow. I only meant that I should never decline to know you. But let us be serious. Your quarterly payment won"t quite suit me. I like my freedom."
Here Raffles rose and stalked once or twice up and down the room, swinging his leg, and a.s.suming an air of masterly meditation. At last he stopped opposite Bulstrode, and said, "I"ll tell you what! Give us a couple of hundreds-come, that"s modest-and I"ll go away-honor bright!-pick up my portmanteau and go away. But I shall not give up my Liberty for a dirty annuity. I shall come and go where I like. Perhaps it may suit me to stay away, and correspond with a friend; perhaps not. Have you the money with you?"
"No, I have one hundred," said Bulstrode, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief to be rejected on the ground of future uncertainties. "I will forward you the other if you will mention an address."
"No, I"ll wait here till you bring it," said Raffles. "I"ll take a stroll and have a snack, and you"ll be back by that time."
Mr. Bulstrode"s sickly body, shattered by the agitations he had gone through since the last evening, made him feel abjectly in the power of this loud invulnerable man. At that moment he s.n.a.t.c.hed at a temporary repose to be won on any terms. He was rising to do what Raffles suggested, when the latter said, lifting up his finger as if with a sudden recollection-
"I did have another look after Sarah again, though I didn"t tell you; I"d a tender conscience about that pretty young woman. I didn"t find her, but I found out her husband"s name, and I made a note of it. But hang it, I lost my pocketbook. However, if I heard it, I should know it again. I"ve got my faculties as if I was in my prime, but names wear out, by Jove! Sometimes I"m no better than a confounded tax-paper before the names are filled in. However, if I hear of her and her family, you shall know, Nick. You"d like to do something for her, now she"s your step-daughter."
"Doubtless," said Mr. Bulstrode, with the usual steady look of his light-gray eyes; "though that might reduce my power of a.s.sisting you."
As he walked out of the room, Raffles winked slowly at his back, and then turned towards the window to watch the banker riding away-virtually at his command. His lips first curled with a smile and then opened with a short triumphant laugh.
"But what the deuce was the name?" he presently said, half aloud, scratching his head, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. He had not really cared or thought about this point of forgetfulness until it occurred to him in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode.
"It began with L; it was almost all l"s I fancy," he went on, with a sense that he was getting hold of the slippery name. But the hold was too slight, and he soon got tired of this mental chase; for few men were more impatient of private occupation or more in need of making themselves continually heard than Mr. Raffles. He preferred using his time in pleasant conversation with the bailiff and the housekeeper, from whom he gathered as much as he wanted to know about Mr. Bulstrode"s position in Middlemarch.
After all, however, there was a dull s.p.a.ce of time which needed relieving with bread and cheese and ale, and when he was seated alone with these resources in the wainscoted parlor, he suddenly slapped his knee, and exclaimed, "Ladislaw!" That action of memory which he had tried to set going, and had abandoned in despair, had suddenly completed itself without conscious effort-a common experience, agreeable as a completed sneeze, even if the name remembered is of no value. Raffles immediately took out his pocket-book, and wrote down the name, not because he expected to use it, but merely for the sake of not being at a loss if he ever did happen to want it. He was not going to tell Bulstrode: there was no actual good in telling, and to a mind like that of Mr. Raffles there is always probable good in a secret.
He was satisfied with his present success, and by three o"clock that day he had taken up his portmanteau at the turnpike and mounted the coach, relieving Mr. Bulstrode"s eyes of an ugly black spot on the landscape at Stone Court, but not relieving him of the dread that the black spot might reappear and become inseparable even from the vision of his hearth.
BOOK VI.
THE WIDOW AND THE WIFE.
CHAPTER LIV.
"Negli occhi porta la mia donna Amore; Per che si fa gentil eio ch"ella mira: Ov"ella pa.s.sa, ogni uom ver lei si gira, E cui saluta fa tremar lo core.
Sicche, ba.s.sando il viso, tutto smore, E d"ogni suo difetto allor sospira: Fuggon dinanzi a lei Superbia ed Ira: Aiutatemi, donne, a farle onore.
Ogni dolcezza, ogni pensiero umile Nasee nel core a chi parlar la sente; Ond" e beato chi prima la vide.
Quel ch"ella par quand" un poco sorride, Non si pub dicer, ne tener a mente, Si e nuovo miracolo gentile."
-DANTE: la Vita Nuova.
By that delightful morning when the hay-ricks at Stone Court were scenting the air quite impartially, as if Mr. Raffles had been a guest worthy of finest incense, Dorothea had again taken up her abode at Lowick Manor. After three months Fres.h.i.tt had become rather oppressive: to sit like a model for Saint Catherine looking rapturously at Celia"s baby would not do for many hours in the day, and to remain in that momentous babe"s presence with persistent disregard was a course that could not have been tolerated in a childless sister. Dorothea would have been capable of carrying baby joyfully for a mile if there had been need, and of loving it the more tenderly for that labor; but to an aunt who does not recognize her infant nephew as Bouddha, and has nothing to do for him but to admire, his behavior is apt to appear monotonous, and the interest of watching him exhaustible. This possibility was quite hidden from Celia, who felt that Dorothea"s childless widowhood fell in quite prettily with the birth of little Arthur (baby was named after Mr. Brooke).
"Dodo is just the creature not to mind about having anything of her own-children or anything!" said Celia to her husband. "And if she had had a baby, it never could have been such a dear as Arthur. Could it, James?
"Not if it had been like Casaubon," said Sir James, conscious of some indirectness in his answer, and of holding a strictly private opinion as to the perfections of his first-born.