"I"ll do anything you think best, Mr. Graham," said poor Mary. She was poor Mary; for though she had consented to meet a lover beneath the lamp-post, she had not been without ambition, and had looked forward to the glory of being wife to such a man as Felix Graham. She did not however, for one moment, entertain any idea of resistance to his will.
And then Felix left her, having of course an interview with Mrs.
Thomas before he quitted the house. To her, however, he said nothing.
"When anything is settled, Mrs. Thomas, I will let you know." The words were so lacking in confidence that Mrs. Thomas when she heard them knew that the verdict had gone against her.
Felix for many months had been accustomed to take leave of Mary Snow with a kiss. But on this day he omitted to kiss her, and then Mary knew that it was all over with her ambition. But love still remained to her. "There is some one else who will be proud to kiss me," she said to herself, as she stood alone in the room when he closed the door behind him.
CHAPTER LV.
WHAT TOOK PLACE IN HARLEY STREET.
"Tom, I"ve come back again," said Mrs. Furnival, as soon as the dining-room door was closed behind her back.
"I"m very glad to see you; I am indeed," said he, getting up and putting out his hand to her. "But I really never knew why you went away."
"Oh yes, you know. I"m sure you know why I went. But--"
"I"ll be shot if I did then."
"I went away because I did not like Lady Mason going to your chambers."
"Psha!"
"Yes; I know I was wrong, Tom. That is I was wrong--about that."
"Of course you were, Kitty."
"Well; don"t I say I was? And I"ve come back again, and I beg your pardon;--that is about the lady."
"Very well. Then there"s an end of it."
"But Tom; you know I"ve been provoked. Haven"t I now? How often have you been home to dinner since you have been member of parliament for that place?"
"I shall be more at home now, Kitty."
"Shall you indeed? Then I"ll not say another word to vex you. What on earth can I want, Tom, except just that you should sit at home with me sometimes on evenings, as you used to do always in the old days?
And as for Martha Biggs--"
"Is she come back too?"
"Oh dear no. She"s in Red Lion Square. And I"m sure, Tom, I never had her here except when you wouldn"t dine at home. I wonder whether you know how lonely it is to sit down to dinner all by oneself!"
"Why; I do it every other day of my life. And I never think of sending for Martha Biggs; I promise you that."
"She isn"t very nice, I know," said Mrs. Furnival--"that is, for gentlemen."
"I should say not," said Mr. Furnival. Then the reconciliation had been effected, and Mrs. Furnival went up stairs to prepare for dinner, knowing that her husband would be present, and that Martha Biggs would not. And just as she was taking her accustomed place at the head of the table, almost ashamed to look up lest she should catch Spooner"s eye who was standing behind his master, Rachel went off in a cab to Orange Street, commissioned to pay what might be due for the lodgings, to bring back her mistress"s boxes, and to convey the necessary tidings to Miss Biggs.
"Well I never!" said Martha, as she listened to Rachel"s story.
"And they"re quite loving I can a.s.sure you," said Rachel.
"It"ll never last," said Miss Biggs triumphantly--"never. It"s been done too sudden to last."
"So I"ll say good-night if you please, Miss Biggs," said Rachel, who was in a hurry to get back to Harley Street.
"I think she might have come here before she went there; especially as it wasn"t anything out of her way. She couldn"t have gone shorter than Bloomsbury Square, and Russell Square, and over Tottenham Court Road."
"Missus didn"t think of that, I dare say."
"She used to know the way about these parts well enough. But give her my love, Rachel." Then Martha Biggs was again alone, and she sighed deeply.
It was well that Mrs. Furnival came back so quickly to her own house, as it saved the scandal of any domestic quarrel before her daughter.
On the following day Sophia returned, and as harmony was at that time reigning in Harley Street, there was no necessity that she should be presumed to know anything of what had occurred. That she did know,--know exactly what her mother had done, and why she had done it, and how she had come back, leaving Martha Biggs dumfounded by her return, is very probable, for Sophia Furnival was a clever girl, and one who professed to understand the inns and outs of her own family,--and perhaps of some other families. But she behaved very prettily to her papa and mamma on the occasion, never dropping a word which could lead either of them to suppose that she had interrogated Rachel, been confidential with the housemaid, conversed on the subject--even with Spooner, and made a morning call on Martha Biggs herself.
There arose not unnaturally some conversation between the mother and daughter as to Lady Mason;--not as to Lady Mason"s visits to Lincoln"s Inn and their impropriety as formerly presumed;--not at all as to that; but in respect to her present lamentable position and that engagement which had for a time existed between her and Sir Peregrine Orme. On this latter subject Mrs. Furnival had of course heard nothing during her interview with Mrs. Orme at Noningsby. At that time Lady Mason had formed the sole subject of conversation; but in explaining to Mrs. Furnival that there certainly could be no unhallowed feeling between her husband and the lady, Mrs. Orme had not thought it necessary to allude to Sir Peregrine"s past intentions. Mrs. Furnival, however, had heard the whole matter discussed in the railway carriage, had since interrogated her husband,--learning, however, not very much from him,--and now inquired into all the details from her daughter.
"And she and Sir Peregrine were really to be married?" Mrs. Furnival, as she asked the question, thought with confusion of her own unjust accusations against the poor woman. Under such circ.u.mstances as those Lady Mason must of course have been innocent as touching Mr.
Furnival.
"Yes," said Sophia. "There is no doubt whatsoever that they were engaged. Sir Peregrine told Lady Staveley so himself."
"And now it"s all broken off again?"
"Oh yes; it is all broken off now. I believe the fact to be this.
Lord Alston, who lives near Noningsby, is a very old friend of Sir Peregrine"s. When he heard of it he went to The Cleeve--I know that for certain;--and I think he talked Sir Peregrine out of it."
"But, my conscience, Sophia--after he had made her the offer!"
"I fancy that Mrs. Orme arranged it all. Whether Lord Alston saw her or not I don"t know. My belief is that Lady Mason behaved very well all through, though they say very bitter things against her at Noningsby."
"Poor thing!" said Mrs. Furnival, the feelings of whose heart were quite changed as regarded Lady Mason.
"I never knew a woman so badly treated." Sophia had her own reasons for wishing to make the best of Lady Mason"s case. "And for myself I do not see why Sir Peregrine should not have married her if he pleased."
"He is rather old, my dear."
"People don"t think so much about that now-a-days as they used. If he liked it, and she too, who had a right to say anything? My idea is that a man with any spirit would have turned Lord Alston out of the house. What business had he to interfere?"
"But about the trial, Sophia?"
"That will go on. There"s no doubt about that. But they all say that it"s the most unjust thing in the world, and that she must be proved innocent. I heard the judge say so myself."
"But why are they allowed to try her then?"