"I really can"t judge whether it came from that quarter," said I.
"What do you think?--think it likely?"
I thought it unlikely, and yet likelier than that it should have come from an individual.
"Then you don"t suspect any particular person of having sent it in the nick of time, Harry Richmond?"
I replied: "No, sir; unless you force me to suspect you."
He jumped in his chair, astounded and wrathful, confounded me for insinuating that he was a Bedlamite, and demanded the impudent reason of my suspecting him to have been guilty of the infernal folly.
I had but the reason to instance that he was rich and kind at heart.
"Rich! kind!" he bellowed. "Just excuse me--I must ask for the purpose of my inquiry;--there, tell me, how much do you believe you "ve got of that money remaining? None o" that Peterborough style of counting in the back of your pate. Say!"
There was a dreadful silence.
My father leaned persuasively forward.
"Mr. Beltham, I crave permission to take up the word. Allow me to remind you of the prize Harry has won. The prince awaits you to bestow on him the hand of his daughter--"
"Out with it, Harry," shouted the squire.
"Not to mention Harry"s seat in Parliament," my father resumed, "he has a princess to wife, indubitably one of the most enviable positions in the country! It is unnecessary to count on future honours; they may be alluded to. In truth, sir, we make him the first man in the country. Not necessarily Premier: you take my meaning: he possesses the combination of social influence and standing with political achievements, and rank and riches in addition--"
"I "m speaking to my grandson, sir," the squire rejoined, shaking himself like a man rained on. "I "m waiting for a plain answer, and no lie. You"ve already confessed as much as that the money you told me on your honour you put out to interest; psh!--for my grandson was smoke.
Now let"s hear him."
My father called out: "I claim a hearing! The money you speak of was put out to the very highest interest. You have your grandson in Parliament, largely acquainted with the princ.i.p.al members of society, husband of an hereditary princess! You have only at this moment to propose for her hand. I guarantee it to you. With that money I have won him everything.
Not that I would intimate to you that princesses are purchaseable. The point is, I knew how to employ it."
"In two months" time, the money in the Funds in the boy"s name--you told me that."
"You had it in the Funds in Harry Richmond"s name, sir."
"Well, sir, I"m asking him whether it"s in the Funds now."
"Oh! Mr. Beltham."
"What answer"s that?"
The squire was really confused by my father"s interruption, and lost sight of me.
"I ask where it came from: I ask whether it"s squandered?" he continued.
"Mr. Beltham, I reply that you have only to ask for it to have it; do so immediately."
"What "s he saying?" cried the baffled old man.
"I give you a thousand times the equivalent of the money, Mr. Beltham."
"Is the money there?"
"The lady is here."
"I said money, sir."
"A priceless honour and treasure, I say emphatically." My grandfather"s brows and mouth were gathering for storm. Janet touched his knee.
"Where the devil your understanding truckles, if you have any, I don"t know," he muttered. "What the deuce--lady got to do with money!"
"Oh!" my father laughed lightly, "customarily the alliance is, they say, as close as matrimony. Pardon me. To speak with becoming seriousness, Mr. Beltham, it was duly imperative that our son should be known in society, should be, you will apprehend me, advanced in station, which I had to do through the ordinary political channel. There could not but be a considerable expenditure for such a purpose."
"In b.a.l.l.s, and dinners!"
"In everything that builds a young gentleman"s repute."
"You swear to me you gave your b.a.l.l.s and dinners, and the lot, for Harry Richmond"s sake?"
"On my veracity, I did, sir!"
"Please don"t talk like a mountebank. I don"t want any of your roundabout words for truth; we"re not writing a Bible essay. I try my best to be civil."
My father beamed on him.
"I guarantee you succeed, sir. Nothing on earth can a man be so absolutely sure of as to succeed in civility, if he honestly tries at it. Jorian DeWitt,--by the way, you may not know him--an esteemed old friend of mine, says--that is, he said once--to a tolerably impudent fellow whom he had disconcerted with a capital retort, "You may try to be a gentleman, and blunder at it, but if you will only try to be his humble servant, we are certain to establish a common footing." Jorian, let me tell you, is a wit worthy of our glorious old days."
My grandfather eased his heart with a plunging breath.
"Well, sir, I didn"t ask you here for your opinion or your friend"s, and I don"t care for modern wit."
"Nor I, Mr. Beltham, nor I! It has the reek of stable straw. We are of one mind on that subject. The thing slouches, it sprawls. It--to quote Jorian once more--is like a dirty, idle, little stupid boy who cannot learn his lesson and plays the fool with the alphabet. You smile, Miss Ilchester: you would appreciate Jorian. Modern wit is emphatically degenerate. It has no scintillation, neither thrust nor parry. I compare it to boxing, as opposed to the more beautiful science of fencing."
"Well, sir, I don"t want to hear your comparisons," growled the squire, much oppressed. "Stop a minute..."
"Half a minute to me, sir," said my father, with a glowing reminiscence of Jorian DeWitt, which was almost too much for the combustible old man, even under Janet"s admonition.
My aunt Dorothy moved her head slightly toward my father, looking on the floor, and he at once drew in.
"Mr. Beltham, I attend to you submissively."
"You do? Then tell me what brought this princess to England?"
"The conviction that Harry had accomplished his oath to mount to an eminence in his country, and had made the step she is about to take less, I will say, precipitous: though I personally decline to admit a pointed inferiority."
"You wrote her a letter."
"That, containing the news of the attack on him and his desperate illness, was the finishing touch to the n.o.ble lady"s pa.s.sion."