"Talked over all what?"
"About the money that I want to give to my brother"s family. Did not my aunt tell you of it?"
"Yes; she told me that you and she had differed."
"And she told you what about?"
"Yes," said he, slowly; "she told me what about."
"And what ought I to do, John?"
As she asked the question she caught hold of the lappet of his coat, and looked up into his face as though supplicating him to give her the advantage of all his discretion and all his honesty.
They were still standing on the pavement, where the street comes out from under the archway. She was gazing into his face, and he was looking away from her, over towards the inner railings of the square, with heavy brow and dull eye and motionless face. She was very eager, and he seemed to be simply patient, but nevertheless he was working hard with his thoughts, striving to determine how best he might answer her. His mother had told him that he might model this woman to his will, and had repeated to him that story which he had heard so often of the wrong that had been done to him by his uncle Jonathan.
It may be said that there was no need for such repet.i.tion, as John Ball had himself always thought quite enough of that injury. He had thought of it for the last twenty years, almost hourly, till it was graven upon his very soul. He had been a ruined, wretched, moody man, because of his uncle Jonathan"s will. There was no need, one would have said, to have stirred him on that subject. But his mother, on this morning, in the ten minutes before prayer-time, had told him of it all again, and had told him also that the last vestige of his uncle"s money would now disappear from him unless he interfered to save it.
"On this very day it must be saved; and she will do anything you tell her," said his mother. "She regards you more than anyone else. If you were to ask her again now, I believe she would accept you this very day. At any rate, do not let those people have the money."
And yet he had not spoken to Margaret on the subject during the journey, and would now have taken her to the lawyer"s chambers without a word, had she not interrupted him and stopped him.
Nevertheless he had been thinking of his uncle, and his uncle"s will, and his uncle"s money, throughout the morning. He was thinking of it at that moment when she stopped him--thinking how hard it all was, how cruel that those people in the New Road should have had and spent half his uncle"s fortune, and that now the remainder, which at one time had seemed to be near the reach of his own children, should also go to atone for the negligence and fraud of those wretched Rubbs.
We all know with how strong a bias we regard our own side of any question, and he regarded his side in this question with a very strong bias. Nevertheless he had refrained from a word, and would have refrained, had she not stopped him.
When she took hold of him by the coat, he looked for a moment into her face, and thought that in its trouble it was very sweet. She leaned somewhat against him as she spoke, and he wished that she would lean against him altogether. There was about her a quiet power of endurance, and at the same time a comeliness and a womanly softness which seemed to fit her altogether for his wants and wishes. As he looked with his dull face across into the square, no physiognomist would have declared of him that at that moment he was suffering from love, or thinking of a woman that was dear to him. But it was so with him, and the physiognomist, had one been there, would have been wrong. She had now asked him a question, which he was bound to answer in some way:--"What ought I to do, John?"
He turned slowly round and walked with her, away from their destination, round by the south side of the square, and then up along the blank wall on the east side, nearly to the pa.s.sage into Holborn, and back again all round the enclosed s.p.a.ce. She, while she was speaking to him and listening to him, hardly remembered where she was or whither she was going.
"I thought," said he, in answer to her question, "that you intended to ask Mr Slow"s advice?"
"I didn"t mean to do more than tell him what should be done. He is not a friend, you know, John."
"It"s customary to ask lawyers their advice on such subjects."
"I"d rather have yours, John. But, in truth, what I want you to say is, that I am right in doing this,--right in keeping my promise to my brother, and providing for his children."
"Like most people, Margaret, you want to be advised to follow your own counsel."
"G.o.d knows that I want to do right, John. I want to do nothing else, John, but what"s right. As to this money, I care but little for it for myself."
"It is your own, and you have a right to enjoy it."
"I don"t know much about enjoyment. As to enjoyment, it seems to me to be pretty much the same whether a person is rich or poor. I always used to hear that money brought care, and I"m sure I"ve found it so since I had any."
"You"ve got no children, Margaret."
"No; but there are all those orphans. Am I not bound to look upon them as mine, now that he has gone? If they don"t depend on me, whom are they to depend on?"
"If your mind is made up, Margaret, I have nothing to say against it.
You know what my wishes are. They are just the same now as when you were last with us. It isn"t only for the money I say this, though, of course, that must go a long way with a man circ.u.mstanced as I am; but, Margaret, I love you dearly, and if you can make up your mind to be my wife, I would do my best to make you happy."
"I hadn"t meant you to talk in that way, John," said Margaret.
But she was not much flurried. She was now so used to these overtures that they did not come to her as much out of the common way. And she gave herself none of that personal credit which women are apt to take to themselves when they find they are often sought in marriage. She looked upon her lovers as so many men to whom her income would be convenient, and felt herself to be almost under an obligation to them for their willingness to put up with the inc.u.mbrance which was attached to it.
"But it"s the only way I can talk when you ask me about this," said he. Then he paused for a moment before he added, "How much is it you wish to give to your brother"s widow?"
"Half what I"ve got left."
"Got left! You haven"t lost any of your money have you, Margaret?"
Then she explained to him the facts as to the loan, and took care to explain to him also, very fully, the compensatory fact of the purchase by the railway company. "And my promise to him was made after I had lent it, you know," she urged.
"I do think it ought to be deducted; I do indeed," he said. "I am not speaking on my own behalf now, as for the sake of my children, but simply as a man of business. As for myself, though I do think I have been hardly used in the matter of my uncle"s money, I"ll try to forget it. I"ll try at any rate to do without it. When I first knew you, and found--found that I liked you so much, I own that I did have hopes. But if it must be, there shall be an end of that. The children don"t starve, I suppose."
"Oh, John!"
"As for me, I won"t hanker after your money. But, for your own sake, Margaret--"
"There will be more than enough for me, you know; and, John--"
She was going to make him some promise; to tell him something of her intention towards his son, and to make some tender of a.s.sistance to himself; being now in that mind to live on the smallest possible pittance, of which I have before spoken, when he ceased speaking or listening, and hurried her on to the attorney"s chambers.
"Do what you like with it. It is your own," said he. "And we shall do no good by talking about it any longer out here."
So at last they made their way up to Mr Slow"s rooms, on the first floor in the old house in Lincoln"s Inn Fields, and were informed that that gentleman was at home. Would they be pleased to sit down in the waiting-room?
There is, I think, no sadder place in the world than the waiting-room attached to an attorney"s chambers in London. In this instance it was a three-cornered room, which had got itself wedged in between the house which fronted to Lincoln"s Inn Fields, and some buildings in a narrow lane that ran at the back of the row. There was no carpet in it, and hardly any need of one, as the greater part of the floor was strewed with bundles of dusty papers. There was a window in it, which looked out from the point of the further angle against the wall of the opposite building. The dreariness of this aspect had been thought to be too much for the minds of those who waited, and therefore the bottom panes had been clouded, so that there was in fact no power of looking out at all. Over the fireplace there was a table of descents and relationship, showing how heirship went; and the table was very complicated, describing not only the heirship of ordinary real and personal property, but also explaining the wonderful difficulties of gavelkind, and other mysteriously traditional laws. But the table was as dirty as it was complicated, and the ordinary waiting reader could make nothing of it. There was a small table in the room, near the window, which was always covered with loose papers; but these loose papers were on this occasion again covered with sheets of parchment, and a pale-faced man, of about thirty, whose beard had never yet attained power to do more than sprout, was sitting at the table, and poring over the parchments. Round the room, on shelves, there was a variety of iron boxes, on which were written the names of Mr Slow"s clients,--of those clients whose property justified them in having special boxes of their own. But these boxes were there, it must be supposed, for temporary purposes,--purposes which might be described as almost permanently temporary,--for those boxes which were allowed to exist in absolute permanence of retirement, were kept in an iron room downstairs, the trap-door into which had yawned upon Miss Mackenzie as she was shown into the waiting-room. There was, however, one such box open, on the middle of the floor, and sundry of the parchments which had been taken from it were lying around it.
There were but two chairs in the room besides the one occupied by the man at the table, and these were taken by John Ball and his cousin.
She sat herself down, armed with patience, indifferent to the delay and indifferent to the dusty ugliness of everything around her, as women are on such occasions. He, thinking much of his time, and somewhat annoyed at being called upon to wait, sat with his chin resting on his umbrella between his legs, and as he did so he allowed his eyes to roam around among the names upon the boxes. There was nothing on any one of those up on the shelves that attracted him.
There was the Marquis of B----, and Sir C. D----, and the Dowager Countess of E----. Seeing this, he speculated mildly whether Mr Slow put forward the boxes of his aristocratic customers to show how well he was doing in the world. But presently his eye fell from the shelf and settled upon the box on the floor. There, on that box, he saw the name of Walter Mackenzie.
This did not astonish him, as he immediately said to himself that these papers were being searched with reference to the business on which his cousin was there that day; but suddenly it occurred to him that Margaret had given him to understand that Mr Slow did not expect her. He stepped over to her, therefore, one step over the papers, and asked her the question, whispering it into her ear.
"No," said she, "I had no appointment. I don"t think he expects me."
He returned to his seat, and again sitting down with his chin on the top of his umbrella, surveyed the parchments that lay upon the ground. Upon one of them, that was not far from his feet, he read the outer endors.e.m.e.nts written as such endors.e.m.e.nts always are, in almost illegible old English letters--
"Jonathan Ball, to John Ball, junior--Deed of Gift."
But, after all, there was nothing more than a coincidence in this.
Of course Mr Slow would have in his possession all the papers appertaining to the transfer of Jonathan Ball"s property to the Mackenzies; or, at any rate, such as referred to Walter"s share of it. Indeed, Mr Slow, at the time of Jonathan Ball"s death, acted for the two brothers, and it was probable that all the papers would be with him. John Ball had known that there had been some intention on his uncle"s part, before the quarrel between his father and his uncle, to make over to him, on his coming of age, a certain property in London, and he had been told that the money which the Mackenzies had inherited had ultimately come from this very property. His uncle had been an eccentric, quarrelsome man, p.r.o.ne to change his mind often, and not regardful of money as far as he himself was concerned.
John Ball remembered to have heard that his uncle had intended him to become possessed of certain property in his own right the day that he became of age, and that this had all been changed because of the quarrel which had taken place between his uncle and his father. His father now never spoke of this, and for many years past had seldom mentioned it. But from his mother he had often heard of the special injury which he had undergone.
"His uncle," she had said, "had given it, and had taken it back again,--had taken it back that he might waste it on those Mackenzies."
All this he had heard very often, but he had never known anything of a deed of gift. Was it not singular, he thought, that the draft of such a deed should be lying at his foot at this moment.