"You might listen to a man, at any rate."
"I don"t want to listen. It can"t do any good. I only want you to leave me alone, and go away."
"I don"t know what you take me for," said Mr. Spooner, beginning to wax angry.
"I haven"t taken you for anything at all. This is very disagreeable and very foolish. A lady has a right to know her own mind, and she has a right not to be persecuted." She would have referred to Lord Chiltern"s letter had not all the hopes of her heart been so terribly crushed since that letter had been written. In it he had openly declared that she was already engaged to be married to Mr. Maule, thinking that he would thus put an end to Mr. Spooner"s little adventure. But since the writing of Lord Chiltern"s letter that unfortunate reference had been made to Boulogne, and every particle of her happiness had been destroyed. She was a miserable, blighted young woman, who had quarrelled irretrievably with her lover, feeling greatly angry with herself because she had made the quarrel, and yet conscious that her own self-respect had demanded the quarrel. She was full of regret, declaring to herself from morning to night that, in spite of all his manifest wickedness in having talked of Boulogne, she never could care at all for any other man. And now there was this aggravation to her misery,--this horrid suitor, who disgraced her by making those around her suppose it to be possible that she should ever accept him; who had probably heard of her quarrel, and had been mean enough to suppose that therefore there might be a chance for himself! She did despise him, and wanted him to understand that she despised him.
"I believe I am in a condition to offer my hand and fortune to any young lady without impropriety," said Mr. Spooner.
"I don"t know anything about your condition."
"But I will tell you everything."
"I don"t want to know anything about it."
"I have an estate of--"
"I don"t want to know about your estate. I won"t hear about your estate. It can be nothing to me."
"It is generally considered to be a matter of some importance."
"It is of no importance to me, at all, Mr. Spooner; and I won"t hear anything about it. If all the parish belonged to you, it would not make any difference."
"All the parish does belong to me, and nearly all the next," replied Mr. Spooner, with great dignity.
"Then you"d better find some lady who would like to have two parishes. They haven"t any weight with me at all." At that moment she told herself how much she would prefer even Boulogne, to Mr.
Spooner"s two parishes.
"What is it that you find so wrong about me?" asked the unhappy suitor.
Adelaide looked at him, and longed to tell him that his nose was red.
And, though she would not quite do that, she could not bring herself to spare him. What right had he to come to her,--a nasty, red-nosed old man, who knew nothing about anything but foxes and horses,--to her, who had never given him the encouragement of a single smile? She could not allude to his nose, but in regard to his other defects she would not spare him. "Our tastes are not the same, Mr. Spooner."
"You are very fond of hunting."
"And our ages are not the same."
"I always thought that there should be a difference of age," said Mr.
Spooner, becoming very red.
"And,--and,--and,--it"s altogether quite preposterous. I don"t believe that you can really think it yourself."
"But I do."
"Then you must unthink it. And, indeed, Mr. Spooner, since you drive me to say so,--I consider it to be very unmanly of you, after what Lord Chiltern told you in his letter."
"But I believe that is all over."
Then her anger flashed up very high. "And if you do believe it, what a mean man you must be to come to me when you must know how miserable I am, and to think that I should be driven to accept you after losing him! You never could have been anything to me. If you wanted to get married at all, you should have done it before I was born." This was hard upon the man, as at that time he could not have been much more than twenty. "But you don"t know anything of the difference in people if you think that any girl would look at you, after having been--loved by Mr. Maule. Now, as you do not seem inclined to go away, I shall leave you." So saying, she walked off with stately step, out of the room, leaving the door open behind her to facilitate her escape.
She had certainly been very rude to him, and had treated him very badly. Of that he was sure. He had conferred upon her what is commonly called the highest compliment which a gentleman can pay to a lady, and she had insulted him;--had doubly insulted him. She had referred to his age, greatly exaggerating his misfortune in that respect; and she had compared him to that poor beggar Maule in language most offensive. When she left him, he put his hand beneath his waistcoat, and turned with an air almost majestic towards the window. But in an instant he remembered that there was n.o.body there to see how he bore his punishment, and he sank down into human nature. "d.a.m.nation!" he said, as he put his hands into his trousers pockets.
Slowly he made his way down into the hall, and slowly he opened for himself the front door, and escaped from the house on to the gravel drive. There he found his cousin Ned still seated in the phaeton, and slowly driving round the circle in front of the hall door. The squire succeeded in gaining such command over his own gait and countenance that his cousin divined nothing of the truth as he clambered up into his seat. But he soon showed his temper. "What the devil have you got the reins in this way for?"
"The reins are all right," said Ned.
"No they ain"t;--they"re all wrong." And then he drove down the avenue to Spoon Hall as quickly as he could make the horses trot.
"Did you see her?" said Ned, as soon as they were beyond the gates.
"See your grandmother."
"Do you mean to say that I"m not to ask?"
"There"s nothing I hate so much as a fellow that"s always asking questions," said Tom Spooner. "There are some men so d----d thick-headed that they never know when they ought to hold their tongue."
For a minute or two Ned bore the reproof in silence, and then he spoke. "If you are unhappy, Tom, I can bear a good deal; but don"t overdo it,--unless you want me to leave you."
"She"s the d----t vixen that ever had a tongue in her head," said Tom Spooner, lifting his whip and striking the poor off-horse in his agony. Then Ned forgave him.
CHAPTER LIV
The d.u.c.h.ess Takes Counsel
Phineas Finn, when he had been thrice remanded before the Bow Street magistrate, and four times examined, was at last committed to be tried for the murder of Mr. Bonteen. This took place on Wednesday, May 19th, a fortnight after the murder. But during those fourteen days little was learned, or even surmised, by the police, in addition to the circ.u.mstances which had transpired at once. Indeed the delay, slight as it was, had arisen from a desire to find evidence that might affect Mr. Emilius, rather than with a view to strengthen that which did affect Phineas Finn. But no circ.u.mstance could be found tending in any way to add to the suspicion to which the converted Jew was made subject by his own character, and by the supposition that he would have been glad to get rid of Mr. Bonteen. He did not even attempt to run away,--for which attempt certain pseudo-facilities were put in his way by police ingenuity. But Mr. Emilius stood his ground and courted inquiry. Mr. Bonteen had been to him, he said, a very bitter, unjust, and cruel enemy. Mr. Bonteen had endeavoured to rob him of his dearest wife;--had charged him with bigamy;--had got up false evidence in the hope of ruining him. He had undoubtedly hated Mr. Bonteen, and might probably have said so. But, as it happened, through G.o.d"s mercy, he was enabled to prove that he could not possibly have been at the scene of the murder when the murder was committed. During that hour of the night he had been in his own bed; and, had he been out, could not have re-entered the house without calling up the inmates. But, independently of his alibi, Mealyus was able to rely on the absolute absence of any evidence against him. No grey coat could be traced to his hands, even for an hour. His height was very much less than that attributed by Lord Fawn to the man whom he had seen hurrying to the spot. No weapon was found in his possession by which the deed could have been done. Inquiry was made as to the purchase of life-preservers, and the reverend gentleman was taken to half-a-dozen shops at which such instruments had lately been sold. But there had been a run upon life preservers, in consequence of recommendations as to their use given by certain newspapers;--and it was found as impossible to trace one particular purchase as it would be that of a loaf of bread. At none of the half-dozen shops to which he was taken was Mr. Emilius remembered; and then all further inquiry in that direction was abandoned, and Mr. Emilius was set at liberty. "I forgive my persecutors from the bottom of my heart," he said,--"but G.o.d will requite it to them."
In the meantime Phineas was taken to Newgate, and was there confined, almost with the glory and attendance of a State prisoner. This was no common murder, and no common murderer. Nor were they who interested themselves in the matter the ordinary rag, tag, and bobtail of the people,--the mere wives and children, or perhaps fathers and mothers, or brothers and sisters of the slayer or the slain. Dukes and Earls, d.u.c.h.esses and Countesses, Members of the Cabinet, great statesmen, Judges, Bishops, and Queen"s Counsellors, beautiful women, and women of highest fashion, seemed for a while to think of but little else than the fate of Mr. Bonteen and the fate of Phineas Finn.
People became intimately acquainted with each other through similar sympathies in this matter, who had never before spoken to or seen each other. On the day after the full committal of the man, Mr. Low received a most courteous letter from the d.u.c.h.ess of Omnium, begging him to call in Carlton Terrace if his engagements would permit him to do so. The d.u.c.h.ess had heard that Mr. Low was devoting all his energies to the protection of Phineas Finn; and, as a certain friend of hers,--a lady,--was doing the same, she was anxious to bring them together. Indeed, she herself was equally prepared to devote her energies for the present to the same object. She had declared to all her friends,--especially to her husband and to the Duke of St.
Bungay,--her absolute conviction of the innocence of the accused man, and had called upon them to defend him. "My dear," said the elder Duke, "I do not think that in my time any innocent man has ever lost his life upon the scaffold."
"Is that a reason why our friend should be the first instance?" said the d.u.c.h.ess.
"He must be tried according to the laws of his country," said the younger Duke.
"Plantagenet, you always speak as if everything were perfect, whereas you know very well that everything is imperfect. If that man is--is hung, I--"
"Glencora," said her husband, "do not connect yourself with the fate of a stranger from any misdirected enthusiasm."
"I do connect myself. If that man be hung--I shall go into mourning for him. You had better look to it."
Mr. Low obeyed the summons, and called on the d.u.c.h.ess. But, in truth, the invitation had been planned by Madame Goesler, who was present when the lawyer, about five o"clock in the afternoon, was shown into the presence of the d.u.c.h.ess. Tea was immediately ordered, and Mr. Low was almost embraced. He was introduced to Madame Goesler, of whom he did not before remember that he had heard the name, and was at once given to understand that the fate of Phineas was now in question. "We know so well," said the d.u.c.h.ess, "how true you are to him."
"He is an old friend of mine," said the lawyer, "and I cannot believe him to have been guilty of a murder."