Herrick went to his own room sorely troubled about his friend. The vision, or the fancy--dream, trance, catalepsy, or whatever name it might be called--had taken too strong a hold upon Lavendale"s mind to be thought of lightly by his friend.
"There must be something done," thought Herrick, "or the very fantasy will kill him. He will die by the strength of his own imagination. I must consult Bolingbroke, who is the cleverest man in this house, if not in Europe, and he may suggest some way of diverting Jack"s mind."
To Irene he said not a word, but after breakfast next morning, while Lavendale and Lady Judith were in the stables with a chosen few, inspecting the small stud and discussing future additions, Mr. Durnford found an opportunity to draw Bolingbroke aside.
"I have to speak with your lordship on a very serious matter," he said; "will you honour me with your company in the grounds for half an hour?"
"I am yours to command, my dear Durnford; but I hope your serious matter is nothing unpleasant. You are not an emissary from some unhappy devil among my creditors, who complains that my patronage is ruining him? I have spent three times as much on Dawley as prudence would have counselled, and I fear I shall have to sell the place in order to pay for its improvement, so that some greasy cit will profit by my taste and extravagance. It is the curse of sons that fathers are plaguily long-lived. Lord St. John is a glorious example of patriarchal length of years. He has gone far to convert me to Biblical Christianity. I can believe in Methuselah when I behold my honoured parent."
"I should not be so impertinent as to obtrude the claims of a creditor upon so great a man as Lord Bolingbroke, were he even my own brother,"
answered Durnford. "Alas! my lord, the matter of which I would speak to you is one that money cannot mend or mar."
"Then it must be a very strange business indeed, sir, and I am all ears."
Herrick told Bolingbroke all that had pa.s.sed between him and Lavendale last night; and then the two men talked together earnestly for a considerable time, walking up and down the wintry alley, where two rows of clipped pyramid-shaped yews wore as verdant a livery as if it had been midsummer.
"One can scarce conceive that imagination could be powerful enough to kill a man," said Bolingbroke, after a long discussion, "yet I apprehend there is a state of the nerves and organs in which a mental shock may be fatal. I own I do not like the look of your friend this morning. There is a deadly pallor relieved only by a hectic flush which may deceive the inexperienced eye with the semblance of health, but which to me indicates an inward fever. The fancy about the vision of last evening may be hallucination, monomania, what you will, but the influence upon him is full of peril. All we can do is to try and distract his mind from dwelling on this one idea. Let us be as gay as ever we can to-day, and let the fair Judith exert her utmost power of fascination to make the hours pa.s.s quickly."
"And what if we shortened this fatal day by at least one hour, and thus curtailed his nervous agony of apprehension?" suggested Durnford. "We might easily put on all the clocks towards night, so that they should strike twelve when it shall be but eleven; and then we can tell him the fatal moment is past, and that the ghostly warning has been belied by the pa.s.sage of time. "At midnight he was to die." That was the doom the unearthly voice p.r.o.nounced for him. He harped upon that word midnight: "This is my last day upon earth," he said: "this night at twelve o"clock I shall be gone from you all." If we could but delude him as to the fatal hour, laugh him into good spirits and forgetfulness, those shattered nerves of his might recover, and the poor over-strained heart beat evenly once again."
"I see your drift," said Bolingbroke, "and will do my best to help you.
It would be difficult to take an hour clean off the night without detection. We must begin to doctor the clocks soon after dusk: say that we put them on ten minutes before they strike six, and that from that time to eleven we gain ten minutes in each hour. It will need some subtlety to manage the job, unless there are any of the household whom you can trust to help you."
"I would rather trust no one but you and my wife," answered Durnford.
"Surely we three could manage the matter: there are only two clocks that need be doctored: the eight-day clock in the hall and the French timepiece in the saloon."
"But there is his own watch, if he carries one: how are we to manage that?"
"He has half a dozen watches, all out of order; I have not seen him carry one for the last six months."
"Then there are our lively friends, who doubtless all wear watches, and who will betray us unless they are warned."
"True: they must be told something that will make them hold their tongues. I will tell them we have hatched a practical joke--or that it is a wager--cheat Lavendale out of an hour."
"You may leave them to me, I think," said Bolingbroke gaily, for to him the matter scarcely presented itself in its most serious light. "I know how to drive that kind of cattle."
"So be it: your lordship shall settle with every one except Lady Judith.
I should like to confide my fears to her ear alone. She loves Lavendale devotedly, and if a woman"s love could s.n.a.t.c.h a man from an untimely grave, she is the woman to save him."
His last day upon earth. Lavendale told himself that it was so, and listened nervously to the striking of the distant church clock, though he affected a gaiety which was wilder than a schoolboy"s mirth. His feverish unrest alarmed his mistress.
"My dearest Lavendale, you have an air that frightens me, and you are looking horribly ill," she said suddenly in the midst of a conversation, as they paced an Italian terrace together in the noontide sunshine.
There had been a light fall of snow in the night, and the drifts lay in white ridges against the dark boles of the trees in the park, and the great gabled roof showed patches of white here and there under a bright blue sky.
"I vow it is scarcely courteous to cut me short with such a speech as that," cried Lavendale, "when I am doing my very best to entertain you with my good spirits. Would you have me as solemn as a mute at a funeral?"
"I would have you only yourself, Lavendale," she said, laying her hand upon his arm, and looking at him searchingly. "You have an air to-day as if you were acting."
"Should I act joy, love, when my bosom can scarce hold its freight of gladness, when I can count the days and nights that must pa.s.s before you and I are one? If I live till that blessed promised day? Ah, Judith, there is the awful question: if I live? Life hangs on so frail a thread that a man well may wonder on the eve of a great delight whether he may survive to possess his joy. It is my burden of happiness that overpowers me."
"If every lover talked as wildly--"
"If every lover loved as well. But there shall be no more rodomontade; I will be as solemn as you like. _a propos_ to acting, have you ever seen Wilks as Sir Harry Wildair?"
"Twenty times. You know I have been surfeited with plays and operas; I am delighted to be free of them; the very squeaking of a fiddle jars my nerves. Let us talk of our own future. How I love this place of yours!
Its quiet, its old-world air, exercise the most soothing influence upon me."
"It is not to be compared with Ringwood Abbey either for size or grandeur."
"Why do you name a place I abhor? why remind me of my late bondage?"
"Ah, love, to make liberty sweeter," he said tenderly, drawing her to his breast. They had reached the end of the walk, where there was a circular open summer-house--a shallow dome supported upon Corinthian pillars, on the model of a cla.s.sic temple--and here they sat for a few minutes on a stone bench, Judith wrapped in her furs and oblivious of the December atmosphere; Lavendale glad to rest that weary heart of his, after half an hour"s sauntering up and down. Here they were remote from the house and from all observation, and could abandon themselves to lovers" talk about the future.
Judith harped upon that future with a persistence which agonised her lover.
"I mean to take such care of you," she said; "I mean to coax back the healthy colour to those pale and haggard cheeks. I shall be your sick-nurse rather than your wife for the first year or so."
"You shall be my divinity always."
"Only when you have grown stout and strong, when you have expanded into a robust country squire like Bolingbroke, shall I be quite at ease about you. O Lavendale, how fiercely you have burnt the lamp of life!"
"What motive had I for husbanding existence, when I had forfeited your love?"
"Ah, dear love, we have behaved very badly to each other," sighed Judith, half in remorse, half in coquetry, the tender coquetry of a mistress secure of her conquest. "If I could only be sure that we loved each other all the time!"
"I can answer for myself," protested her lover. "My pa.s.sion has never altered. In all my foolish wanderings I have had but one lode-star."
"What, not when you carried off Chichinette?"
"Do not name that foreign hussy, the offspring of a Flemish Jewess and an Auvergnat who cleaned shoes on the Pont Neuf. I had her pedigree from her maid, who was an unacknowledged sister. Can you suppose I ever cared for such a creature? She was as avaricious as Harpagon, as dirty as Lady Moll Worthless, and she ate garlic and wallowed in oil at every meal!"
"And yet you ran away with her!"
"Dearest child, a man in my position was bound to run away with some woman at least once in a season. My reputation would have perished otherwise. As for Chichinette, the affair grew out of a drunken wager, and I was heartily sorry for it when I found you took the thing so seriously."
"Could I take it otherwise? Think what it was to love you as I did, to languish to be with you for ever like this," with her hand clasped in his and her head leaning against his shoulder, "and to know that you were at the feet of a French dancer. A year afterwards it turned me sick to see the creature on the stage, and I was near swooning in my box at the agony of disgust she inspired in me. But you are shivering, love.
Let us go back to the house: you shall play me at billiards till dinner-time."
Then on the threshold of the temple she threw herself upon his breast and kissed those cold pale lips, which even love"s frank warmth could not colour.
"I forgive you Chichinette," she said gaily, "I forgive you all your elopements, everything that is past, for you are mine now and for ever."
"For ever, dearest."
"O, what a sigh was there! I protest you are the dismallest lover I ever heard of!"