"What do you mean to do with Ned?" he asked.
"I hope," was the answer, "to have him married before the year is out."
"To the widow?"
"The widow?" Sir William raised his eyebrows.
"Mrs. Lovell, I mean."
"What gives you that idea?"
"Why, Ned has made her an offer. Don"t you know that?"
"I know nothing of the sort."
"And don"t believe it? He has. He"s only waiting now, over there in Paris, to get comfortably out of a sc.r.a.pe--you remember what I told you at Fairly--and then Mrs. Lovell"s going to have him--as he thinks; but, by George, it strikes me this major you"ve got here, knows how to follow petticoats and get in his harvest in the enemy"s absence."
"I think you"re quite under a delusion, in both respects," observed Sir William.
"What makes you think that?"
"I have Edward"s word."
"He lies as naturally as an infant sucks."
"Pardon me; this is my son you are speaking of."
"And this is your Port I"m drinking; so I"ll say no more."
The squire emptied his gla.s.s, and Sir William thrummed on the table.
"Now, my dog has got his name," the squire resumed. "I"m not ambitious about him. You are, about yours; and you ought to know him. He spends or he don"t spend. It"s not the question whether he gets into debt, but whether he does mischief with what he spends. If Algy"s a bad fish, Ned"s a bit of a serpent; d.a.m.ned clever, no doubt. I suppose, you wouldn"t let him marry old Fleming"s daughter, now, if he wanted to?"
"Who is Fleming?" Sir William thundered out.
"Fleming"s the father of the girl. I"m sorry for him. He sells his farm-land which I"ve been looking at for years; so I profit by it; but I don"t like to see a man like that broken up. Algy, I said before, "s a bad fish. Hang me, if I think he"d have behaved like Ned. If he had, I"d have compelled him to marry her, and shipped them both off, clean out of the country, to try their luck elsewhere.
"You"re proud; I"m practical. I don"t expect you to do the same. I"m up in London now to raise money to buy the farm--Queen"s Anne"s Farm; it"s advertized for sale, I see. Fleeting won"t sell it to me privately, because my name"s Blancove, and I"m the father of my son, and he fancies Algy"s the man. Why? he saw Algy at the theatre in London with this girl of his;--we were all young fellows once!--and the rascal took Ned"s burden on his shoulders. So, I shall have to compete with other buyers, and pay, I dare say, a couple of hundred extra for the property. Do you believe what I tell you now?"
"Not a word of it," said Sir William blandly.
The squire seized the decanter and drank in a fury.
"I had it from Algy."
"That would all the less induce me to believe it."
"H"m!" the squire frowned. "Let me tell you--he"s a dog--but it"s a d.a.m.ned hard thing to hear one"s own flesh and blood abused. Look here: there"s a couple. One of them has made a fool of a girl. It can"t be my rascal--stop a minute--he isn"t the man, because she"d have been sure to have made a fool of him, that"s certain. He"s a soft-hearted dog. He"d aim at a c.o.c.k-sparrow, and be glad if he missed. There you have him.
He was one of your good boys. I used to tell his poor mother, "When you leave off thinking for him, he"ll go to the first handy villain--and that"s the devil." And he"s done it. But, here"s the difference. He goes himself; he don"t send another. I"ll tell you what: if you don"t know about Mr. Ned"s tricks, you ought. And you ought to make him marry the girl, and be off to New Zealand, or any of the upside-down places, where he might begin by farming, and soon, with his abilities, be c.o.c.k o" the walk. He would, perhaps, be sending us a letter to say that he preferred to break away from the mother country and establish a republic. He"s got the same political opinions as you. Oh! he"ll do well enough over here; of course he will. He"s the very fellow to do well. Knock at him, he"s hard as nails, and "ll stick anywhere. You wouldn"t listen to me, when I told you about this at Fairly, where some old sweetheart of the girl mistook that poor devil of a scapegoat, Algy, for him, and went pegging at him like a madman."
"No," said Sir William; "No, I would not. Nor do I now. At least," he struck out his right hand deprecatingly, "I listen."
"Can you tell me what he was doing when he went to Italy?"
"He went partly at my suggestion."
"Turns you round his little finger! He went off with this girl: wanted to educate her, or some nonsense of the sort. That was Mr. Ned"s business. Upon my soul, I"m sorry for old Fleming. I"m told he takes it to heart. It"s done him up. Now, if it should turn out to be Ned, would you let him right the girl by marrying her? You wouldn"t!"
"The principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it, is probably unknown to you," Sir William observed, after bestowing a considerate smile on his brother, who m.u.f.fled himself up from the chilling sententiousness, and drank.
Sir William, in the pride of superior intellect, had heard as good as nothing of the charge against his son.
"Well," said the squire, "think as you like, act as you like; all"s one to me. You"re satisfied; that"s clear; and I"m some hundred of pounds out of pocket. This major"s paying court to the widow, is he?"
"I can"t say that he is."
"It would be a good thing for her to get married."
"I should be glad."
"A good thing for her, I say."
"A good thing for him, let us hope."
"If he can pay her debts."
Sir William was silent, and sipped his wine.
"And if he can keep a tight hand on the reins. That"s wanted," said the squire.
The gentleman whose road to happiness was thus prescribed stood by Mrs.
Lovell"s chair, in the drawing-room. He held a letter in his hand, for which her own was pleadingly extended.
"I know you to be the soul of truth, Percy," she was saying.
"The question is not that; but whether you can bear the truth."
"Can I not? Who would live without it?"
"Pardon me; there"s more. You say, you admire this friend of mine; no doubt you do. Mind, I am going to give you the letter. I wish you simply to ask yourself now, whether you are satisfied at my making a confidant of a man in Robert Eccles"s position, and think it natural and just--you do?"
"Quite just," said Mrs. Lovell; "and natural? Yes, natural; though not common. Eccentric; which only means, hors du commun; and can be natural.
It is natural. I was convinced he was a n.o.ble fellow, before I knew that you had made a friend of him. I am sure of it now. And did he not save your life, Percy?"
"I have warned you that you are partly the subject of the letter."
"Do you forget that I am a woman, and want it all the more impatiently?"