But this was too late now, for as they were still speaking Lady Mason appeared at the door, leaning on her son"s arm. She was dressed from head to foot in black, and over her face there was a thick black veil. Mr. Aram spoke no word further as she stepped up the steps from the hall door to the carriage, but stood back, holding the carriage-door open in his hand. Lucius merely bowed to Mrs. Orme as he a.s.sisted his mother to take her place; and then following her, he sat himself down in silence opposite to them. Mr. Aram, who had carefully arranged his own programme, shut the door, and mounted on to the box beside the driver.
Mrs. Orme had held out her own hand, and Lady Mason having taken it, still held it after she was seated. Then they started, and for the first mile no word was spoken between them. Mrs. Orme was most anxious to speak, if it might only be for the sake of breaking the horrid stillness of their greeting; but she could think of no word which it would be proper on such an occasion to say, either to Lucius, or even before him. Had she been alone with Lady Mason there would have been enough of words that she could have spoken. Sir Peregrine"s message was as a burden upon her tongue till she could deliver it; but she could not deliver it while Lucius Mason was sitting by her.
Lady Mason herself was the first to speak. "I did not know yesterday that Lucius would come," she said, "or I should have told you."
"I hope it does not inconvenience you," he said.
"Oh no; by no means."
"I could not let my mother go out without me on such an occasion as this. But I am grateful to you, Mrs. Orme, for coming also."
"I thought it would be better for her to have some lady with her,"
said Mrs. Orme.
"Oh yes, it is better--much better." And then no further word was spoken by any of them till the carriage drove up to the court-house door. It may be hoped that the journey was less painful to Mr. Aram than to the others, seeing that he solaced himself on the coach-box with a cigar.
There was still a great crowd round the front of the court-house when they reached it, although the doors were open, and the court was already sitting. It had been arranged that this case--the great case of the a.s.size--should come on first on this day, most of the criminal business having been completed on that preceding; and Mr. Aram had promised that his charge should be forthcoming exactly at ten o"clock. Exactly at ten the carriage was driven up to the door, and Mr. Aram jumping from his seat directed certain policemen and sheriff"s servants to make a way for the ladies up to the door, and through the hall of the court-house. Had he lived in Alston all his life, and spent his days in the purlieus of that court, he could not have been more at home or have been more promptly obeyed.
"And now I think we may go in," he said, opening the door and letting down the steps with his own hands.
At first he took them into a small room within the building, and then bustled away himself into the court. "I shall be back in half a minute," he said; and in half a dozen half-minutes he was back. "We are all ready now, and shall have no trouble about our places. If you have anything to leave,--shawls, or things of that sort,--they will be quite safe here: Mrs. Hitcham will look after them." And then an old woman who had followed Mr. Aram into the room on the last occasion curtsied to them. But they had nothing to leave, and their little procession was soon made.
Lucius at first offered his arm to his mother, and she had taken it till she had gone through the door into the hall. Mr. Aram also had, with some hesitation, offered his arm to Mrs. Orme; but she, in spite of that touch of sympathy, had managed, without speaking, to decline it. In the hall, however, when all the crowd of gazers had turned their eyes upon them and was only kept off from pressing on them by the policemen and sheriff"s officers, Lady Mason remembered herself, and suddenly dropping her son"s arm, she put out her hand for Mrs.
Orme. Mr. Aram was now in front of them, and thus they two followed him into the body of the court. The veils of both of them were down; but Mrs. Orme"s veil was not more than ordinarily thick, and she could see everything that was around her. So they walked up through the crowded way, and Lucius followed them by himself.
They were very soon in their seats, the crowd offering them no impediment. The judge was already on the bench,--not our old acquaintance Justice Staveley, but his friend and colleague Baron Maltby. Judge Staveley was sitting in the other court. Mrs. Orme and Lady Mason soon found themselves seated on a bench, with a slight standing desk before them, much as though they were seated in a narrow pew. Up above them, on the same seat, were the three barristers employed on Lady Mason"s behalf; nearest to the judge was Mr. Furnival; then came Felix Graham, and below him sat Mr.
Chaffanbra.s.s, somewhat out of the line of precedence, in order that he might more easily avail himself of the services of Mr. Aram.
Lucius found himself placed next to Mr. Chaffanbra.s.s, and his mother sat between him and Mrs. Orme. On the bench below them, immediately facing a large table which was placed in the centre of the court, sat Mr. Aram and his clerk.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Court.]
Mrs. Orme as she took her seat was so confused that she could hardly look around her; and it may be imagined that Lady Mason must have suffered at any rate as much in the same way. But they who were looking at her--and it may be said that every one in the court was looking at her--were surprised to see that she raised her veil as soon as she was seated. She raised her veil, and never lowered it again till she left the court, and repa.s.sed out into the hall. She had thought much of this day,--even of the little incidents which would occur,--and she was aware that her identification would be necessary. n.o.body should tell her to unveil herself, nor would she let it be thought that she was afraid to face her enemies. So there she sat during the whole day, bearing the gaze of the court.
She had dressed herself with great care. It may be said of most women who could be found in such a situation, that they would either give no special heed to their dress on such a morning, or that they would appear in garments of sorrow studiously unbecoming and lachrymose, or that they would attempt to outface the world, and have appeared there in bright trappings, fit for happier days. But Lady Mason had dressed herself after none of these fashions. Never had her clothes been better made, or worn with a better grace; but they were all black, from her bonnet-ribbon down to her boot, and were put on without any attempt at finery or smartness. As regards dress, she had never looked better than she did now; and Mr. Furnival, when his eye caught her as she turned her head round towards the judge, was startled by the grace of her appearance. Her face was very pale, and somewhat hard; but no one on looking at it could say that it was the countenance of a woman overcome either by sorrow or by crime. She was perfect mistress of herself, and as she looked round the court, not with defiant gaze, but with eyes half raised, and a look of modest but yet conscious intelligence, those around her hardly dared to think that she could be guilty.
As she thus looked her gaze fell on one face that she had not seen for years, and their eyes met. It was the face of Joseph Mason of Groby, who sat opposite to her; and as she looked at him her own countenance did not quail for a moment. Her own countenance did not quail; but his eyes fell gradually down, and when he raised them again she had averted her face.
CHAPTER LXV.
FELIX GRAHAM RETURNS TO NONINGSBY.
"If you love the man, let him come." It was thus that the judge had declared to his daughter his opinion of what had better be done in that matter of Felix Graham. Then he had gone on to declare that he had given his permission to Felix Graham to say anything that he had got to say, and finally had undertaken to invite Felix Graham to spend the a.s.size week at Noningsby. Of course in the mind of the judge all this amounted to an actual giving away of his daughter.
He regarded the thing now as done, looking upon the young people as betrothed, and his reflections mainly ran on the material part of the business. How should Graham be made to earn an income, and what allowance must be made to him till he did so? There was a certain sum set apart for Madeline"s fortune, but that would by no means suffice for the livelihood of a married barrister in London. Graham no doubt earned something as it was, but that was done by his pen rather than by his wig, and the judge was inclined to think that the pen must be abandoned before the wig could be made profitable. Such were the directions which his thoughts took regarding Madeline"s lot in life.
With him the next week or two, with their events, did not signify much; whereas the coming years did signify a great deal.
At that time, on that Sunday afternoon, there still remained to Madeline the best part of a month to think of it all, before Felix should reappear upon the scene. But then she could not think of it by herself in silence. Her father had desired her to tell her mother what had pa.s.sed, and she felt that a great difficulty still lay before her. She knew that her mother did not wish her to marry Felix Graham. She knew that her mother did wish her to marry Peregrine Orme. And therefore though no mother and child had ever treated each other with a sweeter confidence, or loved each other with warmer hearts, there was as it were a matter of disunion between them. But nevertheless she must tell her mother, and the dread of this telling weighed heavy upon her as she sat that night in the drawing-room reading the article which Felix had written.
But she need not have been under any alarm. Her father, when he told her to discuss the matter with her mother, had by no means intended to throw on her shoulders the burden of converting Lady Staveley to the Graham interest. He took care to do this himself effectually, so that in fact there should be no burden left for Madeline"s shoulders.
"Well, my dear," he said that same Sunday evening to his wife, "I have had it all out with Madeline this afternoon."
"About Mr. Graham, do you mean?"
"Yes; about Mr. Graham. I have promised that he shall come here for the a.s.size week."
"Oh, dear!"
"It"s done, my love; and I believe we shall find it all for the best. The bishops" daughters always marry clergymen, and the judges"
daughters ought to marry lawyers."
"But you can"t give him a practice. The bishops have livings to give away."
"Perhaps I may show him how to make a practice for himself, which would be better. Take my word for it that it will be best for her happiness. You would not have liked to be disappointed yourself, when you made up your mind to be married."
"No, I should not," said Lady Staveley.
"And she will have a will of her own quite as strong as you had." And then there was silence in the room for some time.
"You"ll be kind to him when he comes?" said the judge.
"Oh, yes," said Lady Staveley, in a voice that was by no means devoid of melancholy.
"n.o.body can be so kind as you when you please. And as it is to be--"
"I always did like him," said Lady Staveley, "although he is so very plain."
"You"ll soon get used to that, my dear."
"And as for poor young Mr. Orme--"
"As for poor young Mr. Orme, as you call him, he will not die of a broken heart. Poor young Mr. Orme has all the world before him and will soon console himself."
"But he is so attached to her. And then The Cleeve is so near."
"We must give up all that, my dear."
"Very well," said Lady Staveley; and from that moment it may be said that she had given in her adhesion to the Graham connection. When some time after she gave her orders to Baker as to preparing a room for Mr. Graham, it was made quite clear to that excellent woman by her mistress"s manner and anxiety as to the airing of the sheets, that Miss Madeline was to have her own way in the matter.
But long previous to these preparations Madeline and her mother had discussed the matter fully. "Papa says that Mr. Graham is to come here for the a.s.size week," said Lady Staveley.
"Yes; so he told me," Madeline replied, very bashfully.
"I suppose it"s all for the best."
"I hope it is," said Madeline. What could she do but hope so?