"I perceive your object, and you have experienced some of the results of your system. It"s the primitive action of an appeal to the G.o.d of combats, that is exploded in these days. You have no course but to take his word."
"She said"--Robert struck his knee--"she said I should have the girl"s address. She said she would see her. She pledged that to me. I"m speaking of the lady up at Fairly. Come! things get clearer. If she knows where Dahlia is, who told her? This Mr. Algernon--not Edward Blancove--was seen with Dahlia in a box at the Playhouse. He was there with Dahlia, yet I don"t think him the guilty man. There"s a finger of light upon that other."
"Who is this lady?" Major Waring asked, with lifted eyebrows.
"Mrs. Lovell."
At the name, Major Waring sat stricken.
"Lovell!" he repeated, under his breath. "Lovell! Was she ever in India?"
"I don"t know, indeed."
"Is she a widow?"
"Ay; that I"ve heard."
"Describe her."
Robert entered upon the task with a dozen headlong exclamations, and very justly concluded by saying that he could give no idea of her; but his friend apparently had gleaned sufficient.
Major Waring"s face was touched by a strange pallor, and his smile had vanished. He ran his fingers through his hair, clutching it in a knot, as he sat eyeing the red chasm in the fire, where the light of old days and wild memories hangs as in a crumbling world.
Robert was aware of there being a sadness in Percy"s life, and that he had loved a woman and awakened from his pa.s.sion. Her name was unknown to him. In that matter, his natural delicacy and his deference to Percy had always checked him from sounding the subject closely. He might be, as he had said, keen as a woman where his own instincts were in action; but they were ineffective in guessing at the cause for Percy"s sudden depression.
"She said--this lady, Mrs. Lovell, whoever she may be--she said you should have the girl"s address:--gave you that pledge of her word?"
Percy spoke, half meditating. "How did this happen? When did you see her?"
Robert related the incident of his meeting with her, and her effort to be a peacemaker, but made no allusion to Mrs. Boulby"s tale of the bet.
"A peacemaker!" Percy interjected. "She rides well?"
"Best horsewoman I ever saw in my life," was Robert"s ready answer.
Major Waring brushed at his forehead, as in impatience of thought.
"You must write two letters: one to this Mrs. Lovell. Say, you are about to leave the place, and remind her of her promise. It"s incomprehensible; but never mind. Write that first. Then to the man. Say that your friend--by the way, this Mrs. Lovell has small hands, has she?
I mean, peculiarly small? Did you notice, or not? I may know her. Never mind. Write to the man. Say--don"t write down my name--say that I will meet him." Percy spoke on as in a dream. "Appoint any place and hour.
To-morrow at ten, down by the river--the bridge. Write briefly. Thank him for his offer to afford you explanations. Don"t argue it with me any more. Write both the letters straight off."
His back was to Robert as he uttered the injunction. Robert took pen and paper, and did as he was bidden, with all the punctilious obedience of a man who consents perforce to see a better scheme abandoned.
One effect of the equality existing between these two of diverse rank in life and perfect delicacy of heart, was, that the moment Percy a.s.sumed the lead, Robert never disputed it. Muttering simply that he was incapable of writing except when he was in a pa.s.sion, he managed to produce what, in Percy"s eyes, were satisfactory epistles, though Robert had horrible misgivings in regard to his letter to Mrs. Lovell--the wording of it, the cast of the sentences, even down to the character of the handwriting. These missives were despatched immediately.
"You are sure she said that?" Major Waring inquired more than once during the afternoon, and Robert a.s.sured him that Mrs. Lovell had given him her word. He grew very positive, and put it on his honour that she had said it.
"You may have heard incorrectly."
"I"ve got the words burning inside me," said Robert.
They walked together, before dark, to Sutton Farm, but Jonathan Eccles was abroad in his fields, and their welcome was from Mistress Anne, whom Major Waring had not power to melt; the moment he began speaking praise of Robert, she closed her mouth tight and crossed her wrists meekly.
"I see," said Major Waring, as they left the farm, "your aunt is of the G.o.dly who have no forgiveness."
"I"m afraid so," cried Robert. "Cold blood never will come to an understanding with hot blood, and the old lady"s is like frozen milk.
She"s right in her way, I dare say. I don"t blame her. Her piety"s right enough, take it as you find it."
Mrs. Boulby had a sagacious notion that gentlemen always dined well every day of their lives, and claimed that much from Providence as their due. She had exerted herself to spread a neat little repast for Major Waring, and waited on the friends herself; grieving considerably to observe that the major failed in his duty as a gentleman, as far as the relish of eating was concerned.
"But," she said below at her bar, "he smokes the beautifullest--smelling cigars, and drinks coffee made in his own way. He"s very particular."
Which was reckoned to be in Major Waring"s favour.
The hour was near midnight when she came into the room, bearing another letter from the Park. She thumped it on the table, ruffling and making that pretence at the controlling of her bosom which precedes a feminine storm. Her indignation was caused by a communication delivered by d.i.c.k Curtis, in the parlour underneath, to the effect that Nicodemus Sedgett was not to be heard of in the neighbourhood.
Robert laughed at her, and called her Hebrew woman--eye-for-eye and tooth-for-tooth woman.
"Leave real rascals to the Lord above, mother. He"s safe to punish them.
They"ve stepped outside the chances. That"s my idea. I wouldn"t go out of my way to kick them--not I! It"s the half-and-half villains we"ve got to dispose of. They"re the mischief, old lady."
Percy, however, asked some questions about Sedgett, and seemed to think his disappearance singular. He had been examining the handwriting of the superscription to the letter. His face was flushed as he tossed it for Robert to open. Mrs. Boulby dropped her departing curtsey, and Robert read out, with odd pauses and puzzled emphasis:
"Mrs. Lovell has received the letter which Mr. Robert Eccles has addressed to her, and regrets that a misconception should have arisen from anything that was uttered during their interview. The allusions are obscure, and Mrs. Lovell can only remark, that she is pained if she at all misled Mr. Eccles in what she either spoke or promised. She is not aware that she can be of any service to him.
Should such an occasion present itself, Mr. Eccles may rest a.s.sured that she will not fail to avail herself of it, and do her utmost to redeem a pledge to which he has apparently attached a meaning she can in no way account for or comprehend."
When Robert had finished, "It"s like a female lawyer," he said.
"That woman speaking, and that woman writing, they"re two different creatures--upon my soul, they are! Quick, sharp, to the point, when she speaks; and read this! Can I venture to say of a lady, she"s a liar?"
"Perhaps you had better not," said Major Waring, who took the letter in his hand and seemed to study it. After which he transferred it to his pocket.
"To-morrow? To-morrow"s Sunday," he observed. "We will go to church to-morrow." His eyes glittered.
"Why, I"m hardly in the mood," Robert protested. "I haven"t had the habit latterly."
"Keep up the habit," said Percy. "It"s a good thing for men like you."
"But what sort of a fellow am I to be showing myself there among all the people who"ve been talking about me--and the people up at Fairly!"
Robert burst out in horror of the prospect. "I shall be a sight among the people. Percy, upon my honour, I don"t think I well can. I"ll read the Bible at home if you like."
"No; you"ll do penance," said Major Waring.
"Are you meaning it?"
"The penance will be ten times greater on my part, believe me."
Robert fancied him to be referring to some idea of mocking the interposition of religion.
"Then we"ll go to Upton Church," he said. "I don"t mind it at Upton."
"I intend to go to the church attended by "The Family," as we say in our parts; and you must come with me to Warbeach."