Algernon read a line of the letter. "Oh, confound this infernal fellow!"
he shouted, in sickly wonderment; and snapped sharp, "drag you into the mess? Upon my honour, your coolness, Ned, is the biggest part about you, if it isn"t the best."
Edward"s grip fixed on him, for they were only just out of earshot of Mrs. Lovell. They went upstairs, and Algernon read the letter through.
""Midnight a.s.sa.s.sin,"" he repeated; "by Jove! how beastly that sounds.
It"s a lie that you attacked him in the dark, Ned--eh?"
"I did not attack him at all," said Edward. "He behaved like a ruffian to you, and deserved shooting like a mad dog."
"Did you, though," Algernon persisted in questioning, despite his cousin"s manifest shyness of the subject "did you really go out with that man Sedgett, and stop this fellow on horseback? He speaks of a blow. You didn"t strike him, did you, Ned? I mean, not a hit, except in self-defence?"
Edward bit his lip, and shot a level reflective side-look, peculiar to him when meditating. He wished his cousin to propose that Mrs. Lovell should see the letter. He felt that by consulting with her, he could bring her to apprehend the common sense of the position, and be so far responsible for what he might do, that she would not dare to let her heart be rebellious toward him subsequently. If he himself went to her it would look too much like pleading for her intercession. The subtle directness of the woman"s spirit had to be guarded against at every point.
He replied to Algernon,--
"What I did was on your behalf. Oblige me by not interrogating me. I give you my positive a.s.surance that I encouraged no unmanly a.s.sault on him."
"That"ll do, that"ll do," said Algernon, eager not to hear more, lest there should come an explanation of what he had heard. "Of course, then, this fellow has no right--the devil"s in him! If we could only make him murder Sedgett and get hanged for it! He"s got a friend who"s a major in the army? Oh, come, I say; this is pitching it too stiff. I shall insist upon seeing his commission. Really, Ned, I can"t advise. I"ll stand by you, that you may be sure of--stand by you; but what the deuce to say to help you! Go before the magistrate.... Get Lord Elling to issue a warrant to prevent a breach of the peace. No; that won"t do. This quack of a major in the army"s to call to-morrow. I don"t mind, if he shows his credentials all clear, amusing him in any manner he likes. I can"t see the best scheme. Hang it, Ned, it"s very hard upon me to ask me to do the thinking. I always go to Peggy Lovell when I"m bothered.
There--Mrs. Lovell! Mistress Lovell! Madame! my Princess Lovell, if you want me to p.r.o.nounce respectable t.i.tles to her name. You"re too proud to ask a woman to help you, ain"t you, Ned?"
"No," said Edward, mildly. "In some cases their wits are keen enough.
One doesn"t like to drag her into such a business."
"Hm," went Algernon. "I don"t think she"s so innocent of it as you fancy."
"She"s very clever," said Edward.
"She"s awfully clever!" cried Algernon. He paused to give room for more praises of her, and then pursued:
"She"s so kind. That"s what you don"t credit her for. I"ll go and consult her, if positively you don"t mind. Trust her for keeping it quiet. Come, Ned, she"s sure to hit upon the right thing. May I go?"
"It"s your affair, more than mine," said Edward.
"Have it so, if you like," returned the good-natured fellow. "It"s worth while consulting her, just to see how neatly she"ll take it. Bless your heart, she won"t know a bit more than you want her to know. I"m off to her now." He carried away the letter.
Edward"s own practical judgement would have advised his instantly sending a short reply to Robert, explaining that he was simply in conversation with the man Sedgett, when Robert, the old enemy of the latter, rode by, and, that while regretting Sedgett"s proceedings, he could not be held accountable for them. But it was useless to think of acting in accordance with his reason. Mrs. Lovell was queen, and sat in reason"s place. It was absolutely necessary to conciliate her approbation of his conduct in this dilemma, by submitting to the decided unpleasantness of talking with her on a subject that fevered him, and of allowing her to suppose he required the help of her sagacity. Such was the humiliation imposed upon him. Further than this he had nothing to fear, for no woman could fail to be overborne by the masculine force of his brain in an argument. The humiliation was bad enough, and half tempted him to think that his old dream of working as a hard student, with fair and gentle Dahlia ministering to his comforts, and too happy to call herself his, was best. Was it not, after one particular step had been taken, the manliest life he could have shaped out? Or did he imagine it so at this moment, because he was a coward, and because pride, and vanity, and ferocity alternately had to screw him up to meet the consequences of his acts, instead of the great heart?
If a coward, Dahlia was his home, his refuge, his sanctuary. Mrs. Lovell was perdition and its scorching fires to a man with a taint of cowardice in him.
Whatever he was, Edward"s vanity would not permit him to acknowledge himself that. Still, he did not call on his heart to play inspiriting music. His ideas turned to subterfuge. His aim was to keep the good opinion of Mrs. Lovell while he quieted Robert; and he entered straightway upon that very perilous course, the attempt, for the sake of winning her, to bewilder and deceive a woman"s instincts.
CHAPTER XXIII
Over a fire in one of the upper sitting-rooms of the Pilot Inn, Robert sat with his friend, the beloved friend of whom he used to speak to Dahlia and Rhoda, too proudly not to seem betraying the weaker point of pride. This friend had accepted the t.i.tle from a private soldier of his regiment; to be capable of doing which, a man must be both officer and gentleman in a sterner and less liberal sense than is expressed by that everlasting phrase in the mouth of the military parrot. Major Percy Waring, the son of a clergyman, was a working soldier, a slayer, if you will, from pure love of the profession of arms, and all the while the sweetest and gentlest of men. I call him a working soldier in opposition to the parading soldier, the c.o.xcomb in uniform, the hero by accident, and the martial boys of wealth and station, who are of the army of England. He studied war when the trumpet slumbered, and had no place but in the field when it sounded. To him the honour of England was as a babe in his arms: he hugged it like a mother. He knew the military history of every regiment in the service. Disasters even of old date brought groans from him. This enthusiastic face was singularly soft when the large dark eyes were set musing. The cast of it being such, sometimes in speaking of a happy play of artillery upon congregated ma.s.ses, an odd effect was produced. Ordinarily, the clear features were reflective almost to sadness, in the absence of animation; but an exulting energy for action would now and then light them up. Hilarity of spirit did not belong to him. He was, nevertheless, a cheerful talker, as could be seen in the glad ear given to him by Robert. Between them it was "Robert" and "Percy." Robert had rescued him from drowning on the East Anglian sh.o.r.e, and the friendship which ensued was one chief reason for Robert"s quitting the post of trooper and buying himself out. It was against Percy"s advice, who wanted to purchase a commission for him; but the humbler man had the st.u.r.dy scruples of his rank regarding money, and his romantic illusions being dispersed by an experience of the absolute cla.s.s-distinctions in the service, Robert; that he might prevent his friend from violating them, made use of his aunt"s legacy to obtain release. Since that date they had not met; but their friendship was fast. Percy had recently paid a visit to Queen Anne"s Farm, where he had seen Rhoda and heard of Robert"s departure. Knowing Robert"s birthplace, he had come on to Warbeach, and had seen Jonathan Eccles, who referred him to Mrs. Boulby, licenced seller of brandy, if he wished to enjoy an interview with Robert Eccles.
"The old man sent up regularly every day to inquire how his son was faring on the road to the next world," said Robert, laughing. "He"s tough old English oak. I"m just to him what I appear at the time. It"s better having him like that than one of your jerky fathers, who seem to belong to the stage of a theatre. Everybody respects my old dad, and I can laugh at what he thinks of me. I"ve only to let him know I"ve served an apprenticeship in farming, and can make use of some of his ideas--sound! every one of "em; every one of "em sound! And that I say of my own father."
"Why don"t you tell him?" Percy asked.
"I want to forget all about Kent and drown the county," said Robert.
"And I"m going to, as far as my memory"s concerned."
Percy waited for some seconds. He comprehended perfectly this state of wilfulness in an uneducated sensitive man.
"She has a steadfast look in her face, Robert. She doesn"t look as if she trifled. I"ve really never seen a finer, franker girl in my life, if faces are to be trusted."
"It"s t" other way. There"s no trifling in her case. She"s frank. She fires at you point blank."
"You never mentioned her in your letters to me, Robert."
"No. I had a suspicion from the first I was going to be a fool about the girl."
Percy struck his hand.
"You didn"t do quite right."
"Do you say that?"
Robert silenced him with this question, for there was a woman in Percy"s antecedent history.
The subject being dismissed, they talked more freely. Robert related the tale of Dahlia, and of his doings at Fairly.
"Oh! we agree," he said, noting a curious smile that Percy could not smooth out of sight. "I know it was odd conduct. I do respect my superiors; but, believe me or not, Percy, injury done to a girl makes me mad, and I can"t hold back; and she"s the sister of the girl you saw. By heaven! if it weren"t for my head getting blind now when my blood boils, I"ve the mind to walk straight up to the house and screw the secret out of one of them. What I say is--Is there a G.o.d up aloft? Then, he sees all, and society is vapour, and while I feel the spirit in me to do it, I go straight at my aim."
"If, at the same time, there"s no brandy in you," said Percy, "which would stop your seeing clear or going straight."
The suggestion was a cruel shock. Robert nodded. "That"s true. I suppose it"s my bad education that won"t let me keep cool. I"m ashamed of myself after it. I shout and thunder, and the end of it is, I go away and think about the same of Robert Eccles that I"ve frightened other people into thinking. Perhaps you"ll think me to blame in this case? One of those Mr. Blancoves--not the one you"ve heard of--struck me on the field before a lady. I bore it. It was part of what I"d gone out to meet. I was riding home late at night, and he stood at the corner of the lane, with an old enemy of mine, and a sad cur that is! Sedgett"s his name--Nic, the Christian part of it. There"d just come a sharp snowfall from the north, and the moonlight shot over the flying edge of the rear-cloud; and I saw Sedgett with a stick in his hand; but the gentleman had no stick. I"ll give Mr. Edward Blancove credit for not meaning to be active in a dastardly a.s.sault.
"But why was he in consultation with my enemy? And he let my enemy--by the way, Percy, you dislike that sort of talk of "my enemy," I know. You like it put plain and simple: but down in these old parts again, I catch at old habits; and I"m always a worse man when I haven"t seen you for a time. Sedgett, say. Sedgett, as I pa.s.sed, made a sweep at my horse"s knees, and took them a little over the fetlock. The beast reared. While I was holding on he swung a blow at me, and took me here."
Robert touched his head. "I dropped like a horse-chestnut from the tree.
When I recovered, I was lying in the lane. I think I was there flat, face to the ground, for half an hour, quite sensible, looking at the pretty colour of my blood on the snow. The horse was gone. I just managed to reel along to this place, where there"s always a home for me.
Now, will you believe it possible? I went out next day: I saw Mr. Edward Blancove, and I might have seen a baby and felt the same to it. I didn"t know him a bit. Yesterday morning your letter was sent up from Sutton farm. Somehow, the moment I"d read it, I remembered his face. I sent him word there was a matter to be settled between us. You think I was wrong?"
Major Waring had set a deliberately calculating eye on him.
"I want to hear more," he said.
"You think I have no claim to challenge a man in his position?"
"Answer me first, Robert. You think this Mr. Blancove helped, or instigated this man Sedgett in his attack upon you?"
"I haven"t a doubt that he did."
"It"s not plain evidence."