"I wish to Heaven you would give up thoughts of Miss Mowbray!" said Jekyl; "and take Tyrrel"s offer, if he has the means of making it good."
"Ay, if--if. But I am quite sure he has no such rights as he pretends to, and that his papers are all a deception.--Why do you put your eye upon me as fixed as if you were searching out some wonderful secret?"
"I wish I knew what to think of your real _bona fide_ belief respecting these doc.u.ments," said Jekyl, not a little puzzled by the steady and unembarra.s.sed air of his friend.
"Why, thou most suspicious of c.o.xcombs," said Etherington, "what the devil would you have me say to you?--Can I, as the lawyers say, prove a negative? or, is it not very possible, that such things may exist, though I have never seen or heard of them? All I can say is, that of all men I am the most interested to deny the existence of such doc.u.ments; and, therefore, certainly will not admit of it, unless I am compelled to do so by their being produced; nor then either, unless I am at the same time well a.s.sured of their authenticity."
"I cannot blame you for your being hard of faith, my lord," said Jekyl; "but still I think if you can cut out with your earldom, and your n.o.ble hereditary estate, I would, in your case, pitch Nettlewood to the devil."
"Yes, as you pitched your own patrimony, Jekyl; but you took care to have the spending of it first.--What would _you_ give for such an opportunity of piecing your fortunes by marriage?--Confess the truth."
"I might be tempted, perhaps," said Jekyl, "in my present circ.u.mstances; but if they were what they have been, I should despise an estate that was to be held by petticoat tenure, especially when the lady of the manor was a sickly fantastic girl, that hated me, as this Miss Mowbray has the bad taste to hate you."
"Umph--sickly?--no, no, she is not sickly--she is as healthy as any one in const.i.tution--and, on my word, I think her paleness only renders her more interesting. The last time I saw her, I thought she might have rivalled one of Canova"s finest statues."
"Yes; but she is indifferent to you--you do not love her," said Jekyl.
"She is any thing but indifferent to me," said the Earl; "she becomes daily more interesting--for her dislike piques me; and besides, she has the insolence openly to defy and contemn me before her brother, and in the eyes of all the world. I have a kind of loving hatred--a sort of hating love for her; in short, thinking upon her is like trying to read a riddle, and makes one make quite as many blunders, and talk just as much nonsense. If ever I have the opportunity, I will make her pay for all her airs."
"What airs?" said Jekyl.
"Nay, the devil may describe them, for I cannot; but, for example--Since her brother has insisted on her receiving me, or I should rather say on her appearing when I visit Shaws-Castle, one would think her invention has toiled in discovering different ways of showing want of respect to me, and dislike to my presence. Instead of dressing herself as a lady should, especially on such occasions, she chooses some fantastic, or old-fashioned, or negligent bedizening, which makes her at least look odd, if it cannot make her ridiculous--such triple tiaras of various-coloured gauze on her head--such pieces of old tapestry, I think, instead of shawls and pelisses--such thick-soled shoes--such tan-leather gloves--mercy upon us, Hal, the very sight of her equipment would drive mad a whole conclave of milliners! Then her postures are so strange--she does so stoop and lollop, as the women call it, so cross her legs and square her arms--were the G.o.ddess of grace to look down on her, it would put her to flight for ever!"
"And you are willing to make this awkward, ill-dressed, unmannered dowdy, your Countess, Etherington; you, for whose critical eye half the town dress themselves?" said Jekyl.
"It is all a trick, Hal--all an a.s.sumed character to get rid of me, to disgust me, to baffle me; but I am not to be had so easily. The brother is driven to despair--he bites his nails, winks, coughs, makes signs, which she always takes up at cross-purpose.--I hope he beats her after I go away; there would be a touch of consolation, were one but certain of that."
"A very charitable hope, truly, and your present feelings might lead the lady to judge what she may expect after wedlock. But," added Jekyl, "cannot you, so skilful in fathoming every mood of the female mind, divine some mode of engaging her in conversation?"
"Conversation!" replied the Earl; "why, ever since the shock of my first appearance was surmounted, she has contrived to vote me a nonent.i.ty; and that she may annihilate me completely, she has chosen, of all occupations, that of working a stocking! From what cursed old antediluvian, who lived before the invention of spinning-jennies, she learned this craft, Heaven only knows; but there she sits, with her work pinned to her knee--not the pretty taper silken fabric, with which Jeannette of Amiens coquetted, while Tristram Shandy was observing her progress; but a huge worsted bag, designed for some flat-footed old pauper, with heels like an elephant--And there she squats, counting all the st.i.tches as she works, and refusing to speak, or listen, or look up, under pretence that it disturbs her calculation!"
"An elegant occupation, truly, and I wonder it does not work a cure upon her n.o.ble admirer," said Jekyl.
"Confound her--no--she shall not trick me. And then amid this affectation of vulgar stolidity, there break out such sparkles of exultation, when she thinks she has succeeded in baffling her brother, and in plaguing me, that, by my faith, Hal, I could not tell, were it at my option, whether to kiss or to cuff her."
"You are determined to go on with this strange affair, then?" said Jekyl.
"On--on--on, my boy!--Clara and Nettlewood for ever!" answered the Earl.
"Besides this brother of hers provokes me too--he does not do for me half what he might--what he ought to do. He stands on points of honour, forsooth, this broken-down horse-jockey, who swallowed my two thousand pounds as a pointer would a pat of b.u.t.ter.--I can see he wishes to play fast and loose--has some suspicions, like you, Hal, upon the strength of my right to my father"s t.i.tles and estate; as if, with the t.i.the of the Nettlewood property alone, I would not be too good a match for one of his beggarly family. He must scheme, forsooth, this half-baked Scotch cake!--He must hold off and on, and be cautious, and wait the result, and try conclusions with me, this lump of oatmeal dough!--I am much tempted to make an example of him in the course of my proceedings."
"Why, this is vengeance horrible and dire," said Jekyl; "yet I give up the brother to you; he is a conceited c.o.xcomb, and deserves a lesson.
But I would fain intercede for the sister."
"We shall see"--replied the Earl; and then suddenly, "I tell you what it is, Hal; her caprices are so diverting, that I sometimes think out of mere contradiction, I almost love her; at least, if she would but clear old scores, and forget one unlucky prank of mine, it should be her own fault if I did not make her a happy woman."
FOOTNOTE:
[II-8] "Rob as a footpad."
CHAPTER XIII.
A DEATH-BED.
It comes--it wrings me in my parting hour, The long-hid crime--the well-disguised guilt.
Bring me some holy priest to lay the spectre!
_Old Play._
The general expectation of the company had been disappointed by the pacific termination of the meeting betwixt the Earl of Etherington and Tyrrel, the antic.i.p.ation of which had created so deep a sensation. It had been expected that some appalling scene would have taken place; instead of which, each party seemed to acquiesce in a sullen neutrality, and leave the war to be carried on by their lawyers. It was generally understood that the cause was removed out of the courts of Bellona into that of Themis; and although the litigants continued to inhabit the same neighbourhood, and once or twice met at the public walks or public table, they took no notice of each other, farther than by exchanging on such occasions, a grave and distant bow.
In the course of two or three days, people ceased to take interest in a feud so coldly conducted; and if they thought of it at all, it was but to wonder that both the parties should persevere in residing near the Spa, and in chilling, with their unsocial behaviour, a party met together for the purposes of health and amus.e.m.e.nt.
But the brothers, as the reader is aware, however painful their occasional meetings might be, had the strongest reasons to remain in each other"s neighbourhood--Lord Etherington to conduct his design upon Miss Mowbray, Tyrrel to disconcert his plan, if possible, and both to await the answer which should be returned by the house in London, who were depositaries of the papers left by the late Earl.
Jekyl, anxious to a.s.sist his friend as much as possible, made in the meantime a visit to old Touchwood at the Aultoun, expecting to find him as communicative as he had formerly been on the subject of the quarrel betwixt the brothers, and trusting to discover, by dint of address, whence he had derived his information concerning the affairs of the n.o.ble house of Etherington. But the confidence which he had been induced to expect on the part of the old traveller was not reposed. Ferdinand Mendez Pinto, as the Earl called him, had changed his mind, or was not in the vein of communication. The only proof of his confidence worth mentioning, was his imparting to the young officer a valuable receipt for concocting curry-powder.
Jekyl was therefore reduced to believe that Touchwood, who appeared all his life to have been a great intermeddler in other people"s matters, had puzzled out the information which he appeared to possess of Lord Etherington"s affairs, through some of those obscure sources whence very important secrets do frequently, to the astonishment and confusion of those whom they concern, escape to the public. He thought this the more likely, as Touchwood was by no means critically nice in his society, but was observed to converse as readily with a gentleman"s gentleman, as with the gentleman to whom he belonged, and with a lady"s attendant, as with the lady herself. He that will stoop to this sort of society, who is fond of tattle, being at the same time disposed to pay some consideration for gratification of his curiosity, and not over scrupulous respecting its accuracy, may always command a great quant.i.ty of private anecdote. Captain Jekyl naturally enough concluded, that this busy old man became in some degree master of other people"s affairs by such correspondences as these; and he could himself bear witness to his success in cross-examination, as he had been surprised into an avowal of the rencontre between the brothers, by an insidious observation of the said Touchwood. He reported, therefore, to the Earl, after this interview, that, on the whole, he thought he had no reason to fear much on the subject of the traveller, who, though he had become acquainted, by some means or other, with some leading facts of his remarkable history; only possessed them in a broken, confused, and desultory manner, insomuch that he seemed to doubt whether the parties in the expected lawsuit were brothers or cousins, and appeared totally ignorant of the facts on which it was to be founded.
It was the next day after this _eclairciss.e.m.e.nt_ on the subject of Touchwood, that Lord Etherington dropped as usual into the bookseller"s shop, got his papers, and skimming his eye over the shelf on which lay, till called for, the postponed letters destined for the Aultoun, saw with a beating heart the smart post-mistress toss amongst them, with an air of sovereign contempt, a pretty large packet, addressed to Francis Tyrrel, Esq. &c. He withdrew his eyes, as if conscious that even to have looked on this important parcel might engender some suspicion of his purpose, or intimate the deep interest which he took in the contents of the missive which was so slightly treated by his friend Mrs. Pott. At this moment the door of the shop opened, and Lady Penelope Penfeather entered, with her eternal _pendante_, the little Miss Digges.
"Have you seen Mr. Mowbray?--Has Mr. Mowbray of St. Ronan"s been down this morning?--Do you know any thing of Mr. Mowbray, Mrs. Pott?" were questions which the lettered lady eagerly huddled on the back of each other, scarcely giving time to the lady of letters to return a decided negative to all and each of them.
"Mr. Mowbray was not about--was not coming there this morning--his servant had just called for letters and papers, and announced as much."
"Good Heaven! how unfortunate!" said Lady Penelope, with a deep sigh, and sinking down on one of the little sofas in an att.i.tude of shocking desolation, which called the instant attention of Mr. Pott and his good woman, the first uncorking a small phial of salts, for he was a pharmacopolist as well as vender of literature and transmitter of letters, and the other hastening for a gla.s.s of water. A strong temptation thrilled from Lord Etherington"s eyes to his finger-ends. Two steps might have brought him within arm"s-length of the unwatched packet, on the contents of which, in all probability, rested the hope and claims of his rival in honour and fortune; and, in the general confusion, was it impossible to possess himself of it un.o.bserved? But no--no--no--the attempt was too dreadfully dangerous to be risked; and, pa.s.sing from one extreme to another, he felt as if he was incurring suspicion by suffering Lady Penelope to play off her airs of affected distress and anxiety, without seeming to take that interest in them which her rank at least might be supposed to demand. Stung with this apprehension, he hastened to express himself so anxiously on the subject, and to demonstrate so busily his wish to a.s.sist her ladyship, that he presently stood committed a great deal farther than he had intended. Lady Penelope was infinitely obliged to his lordship--indeed, it was her character in general not to permit herself to be overcome by circ.u.mstances; but something had happened, so strange, so embarra.s.sing, so melancholy, that she owned it had quite overcome her--notwithstanding, she had at all times piqued herself on supporting her own distresses, better than she was able to suppress her emotions in viewing those of others.
"Could he be of any use?" Lord Etherington asked. "She had enquired after Mr. Mowbray of St. Ronan"s--his servant was at her ladyship"s service, if she chose to send to command his attendance."
"Oh! no, no!" said Lady Penelope; "I dare say, my dear lord, you will answer the purpose a great deal better than Mr. Mowbray--that is, provided you are a Justice of Peace."
"A Justice of Peace!" said Lord Etherington, much surprised; "I am in the commission unquestionably, but not for any Scotch county."
"O, that does not signify," said Lady Penelope; "and if you will trust yourself with me a little way, I will explain to you how you can do one of the most charitable, and kind, and generous things in the world."
Lord Etherington"s delight in the exercise of charity, kindness, and generosity, was not so exuberant as to prevent his devising some means for evading Lady Penelope"s request, when, looking through the sash-door, he had a distant glance of his servant Solmes approaching the Post-office.
I have heard of a sheep-stealer who had rendered his dog so skilful an accomplice in his nefarious traffic, that he used to send him out to commit acts of felony by himself, and had even contrived to impress on the poor cur the caution that he should not, on such occasions, seem even to recognise his master, if they met accidentally.[II-9] Apparently, Lord Etherington conducted himself upon a similar principle; for he had no sooner a glimpse of his agent, than he seemed to feel the necessity of leaving the stage free for his machinations.
"My servant," he said, with as much indifference as he could a.s.sume, "will call for my letters--I must attend Lady Penelope;" and, instantly proffering his services as Justice of the Peace, or in whatever other quality she chose to employ them, he hastily presented his arm, and scarce gave her ladyship time to recover from her state of languor to the necessary degree of activity, ere he hurried her from the shop; and, with her thin hatchet-face chattering close to his ear, her yellow and scarlet feathers crossing his nose, her lean right honourable arm hooking his elbow, he braved the suppressed t.i.tters and sneers of all the younger women whom he met as they traversed the parade. One glance of intelligence, though shot at a distance, pa.s.sed betwixt his lordship and Solmes, as the former left the public walk under the guidance of Lady Penelope, his limbs indeed obeying her pleasure, and his ears dinned with her attempts to explain the business in question, but his mind totally indifferent where he was going, or ignorant on what purpose, and exclusively occupied with the packet in Mrs. Pott"s heap of postponed letters, and its probable fate.
At length an effort of recollection made Lord Etherington sensible that his abstraction must seem strange, and, as his conscience told him, even suspicious in the eyes of his companion; putting therefore the necessary degree of constraint upon himself, he expressed, for the first time, curiosity to know where their walk was to terminate. It chanced, that this was precisely the question which he needed not to have asked, if he had paid but the slightest attention to the very voluble communications of her ladyship, which had all turned upon this subject.
"Now, my dear lord," she said, "I must believe you lords of the creation think us poor simple women the vainest fools alive. I have told you how much pain it costs me to speak about my little charities, and yet you come to make me tell you the whole story over again. But I hope, after all, your lordship is not surprised at what I have thought it my duty to do in this sad affair--perhaps I have listened too much to the dictates of my own heart, which are apt to be so deceitful."