"There are some."
"You"re not a liar. That"ll do for you."
He turned to my aunt: her eyes had shut.
"Dorothy, you"ve sold out twenty-five thousand pounds" worth of stock.
You"re a truthful woman, as I said, and so I won"t treat you like a witness in a box. You gave it to Harry to help him out of his sc.r.a.pe.
Why, short of staring lunacy, did you pa.s.s it through the hands of this man? He sweated his thousands out of it at the start. Why did you make a secret of it to make the man think his nonsense?--Ma"am, behave like a lady and my daughter," he cried, fronting her, for the sudden and blunt attack had slackened her nerves; she moved as though to escape, and was bewildered. I stood overwhelmed. No wonder she had attempted to break up the scene.
"Tell me your object, Dorothy Beltham, in pa.s.sing the money through the hands of this man? Were you for helping him to be a man of his word?
Help the boy--that I understand. However, you were mistress of your money! I"ve no right to complain, if you will go spending a fortune to whitewash the blackamoor! Well, it"s your own, you"ll say. So it is: so "s your character!"
The egregious mildness of these interjections could not long be preserved.
"You deceived me, ma"am. You wouldn"t build school-houses, you couldn"t subscribe to Charities, you acted parsimony, to pamper a scamp and his young scholar! You went to London--you did it in cool blood; you went to your stockbroker, and from the stockbroker to the Bank, and you sold out stock to fling away this big sum. I went to the Bank on business, and the books were turned over for my name, and there at "Beltham" I saw quite by chance the cross of the pen, and I saw your folly, ma"am; I saw it all in a shot. I went to the Bank on my own business, mind that. Ha!
you know me by this time; I loathe spying; the thing jumped out of the book; I couldn"t help seeing. Now I don"t reckon how many positive fools go to make one superlative humbug; you"re one of the lot, and I"ve learnt it."
My father airily begged leave to say: "As to positive and superlative, Mr. Beltham, the three degrees of comparison are no longer of service except to the trader. I do not consider them to exist for ladies. Your positive is always particularly open to dispute, and I venture to a.s.sert I cap you your superlative ten times over."
He talked the stuff for a diversion, presenting in the midst of us an incongruous image of smiles that filled me with I knew not what feelings of angry alienation, until I was somewhat appeased by the idea that he had not apprehended the nature of the words just spoken.
It seemed incredible, yet it was true; it was proved to be so to me by his p.r.i.c.king his ears and his attentive look at the mention of the word prepossessing him in relation to the money: Government.
The squire said something of Government to my aunt Dorothy, with sarcastical emphasis.
As the observation was unnecessary, and was wantonly thrown in by him, she seized on it to escape from her compromising silence: "I know nothing of Government or its ways."
She murmured further, and looked at Janet, who came to her aid, saying: "Grandada, we"ve had enough talk of money, money! All is done that you wanted done. Stocks, Shares, Banks--we"ve gone through them all. Please, finish! Please, do. You have only to state what you have heard from Prince Hermann."
Janet gazed in the direction of my father, carefully avoiding my eyes, but evidently anxious to shield my persecuted aunty.
"Speaking of Stocks and Shares, Miss Ilchester," said my father, "I myself would as soon think of walking into a field of scythe-blades in full activity as of dabbling in them. One of the few instances I remember of our Jorian stooping to a pun, is upon the contango: ingenious truly, but objectionable, because a pun. I shall not be guilty of repeating it. "The stockmarket is the national snapdragon bowl,"
he says, and is very amusing upon the Jews; whether quite fairly, Mr.
Beltham knows better than I, on my honour."
He appealed lightly to the squire, for thus he danced on the crater"s brink, and had for answer,
"You"re a cool scoundrel, Richmond."
"I choose to respect you, rather in spite of yourself, I fear, sir,"
said my father, bracing up.
"Did you hear my conversation with my daughter?"
"I heard, if I may say so, the lion taking his share of it."
"All roaring to you, was it?"
"Mr. Beltham, we have our little peculiarities; I am accustomed to think of a steam-vent when I hear you indulging in a sentence of unusual length, and I hope it is for our good, as I thoroughly believe it is for yours, that you should deliver yourself freely."
"So you tell me; like a stage lacquey!" muttered the old man, with surprising art in caricaturing a weakness in my father"s bearing, of which I was cruelly conscious, though his enunciation was flowing. He lost his naturalness through forcing for ease in the teeth of insult.
"Grandada, aunty and I will leave you," said Janet, waxing importunate.
"When I"ve done," said he, facing his victim savagely. "The fellow pretends he didn"t understand. She"s here to corroborate. Richmond, there, my daughter, Dorothy Beltham, there"s the last of your fools and dupes. She"s a truthful woman, I"ll own, and she"ll contradict me if what I say is not the fact. That twenty-five thousand from "Government"
came out of her estate."
"Out of--"
"Out of be d.a.m.ned, sir! She"s the person who paid it."
"If the "d.a.m.ns" have set up, you may as well let the ladies go," said I.
He snapped at me like a rabid dog in career.
"She"s the person--one of your petticoat "Government"--who paid--do you hear me, Richmond?--the money to help you to keep your word: to help you to give your b.a.l.l.s and dinners too. She--I won"t say she told you, and you knew it--she paid it. She sent it through her Mr. Bannerbridge. Do you understand now? You had it from her. My G.o.d! look at the fellow!"
A dreadful gape of stupefaction had usurped the smiles on my father"s countenance; his eyes rolled over, he tried to articulate, and was indeed a spectacle for an enemy. His convulsed frame rocked the syllables, as with a groan, unpleasant to hear, he called on my aunt Dorothy by successive stammering apostrophes to explain, spreading his hands wide. He called out her Christian name. Her face was bloodless.
"Address my daughter respectfully, sir, will you! I won"t have your infernal familiarities!" roared the squire.
"He is my brother-in-law," said Dorothy, reposing on the courage of her blood, now that the worst had been spoken. "Forgive me, Mr. Richmond, for having secretly induced you to accept the loan from me."
"Loan!" interjected the squire. "They fell upon it like a pair of kites.
You"ll find the last ghost of a bone of your loan in a bill, and well picked. They"ve been doing their bills: I"ve heard that."
My father touched the points of his fingers on his forehead, straining to think, too theatrically, but in hard earnest, I believe. He seemed to be rising on tiptoe.
"Oh, madam! Dear lady! my friend! Dorothy, my sister! Better a thousand times that I had married, though I shrank from a heartless union! This money?--it is not--"
The old man broke in: "Are you going to be a d.a.m.ned low vulgar comedian and tale of a trumpet up to the end, you Richmond? Don"t think you"ll gain anything by standing there as if you were jumping your trunk from a shark. Come, sir, you"re in a gentleman"s rooms; don"t pitch your voice like a young jackanapes blowing into a horn. Your gasps and your spasms, and howl of a yawning brute! Keep your menagerie performances for your pantomime audiences. What are you meaning? Do you pretend you"re astonished? She"s not the first fool of a woman whose money you"ve devoured, with your "Madam," and "My dear" and mouthing and elbowing your comedy tricks; your gabble of "Government" protection, and scandalous advertis.e.m.e.nts of the by-blow of a star-coated rapscallion.
If you"ve a recollection of the man in you, show your back, and be off, say you"ve fought against odds--I don"t doubt you have, counting the constables--and own you"re a villain: plead guilty, and be off and be silent, and do no more harm. Is it "Government" still?"
My aunt Dorothy had come round to me. She clutched my arm to restrain me from speaking, whispering:
"Harry, you can"t save him. Think of your own head." She made me irresolute, and I was too late to check my father from falling into the trap.
"Oh! Mr. Beltham," he said, "you are hard, sir. I put it to you: had you been in receipt of a secret subsidy from Government for a long course of years--"
"How long?" the squire interrupted.
Prompt though he would have been to dismiss the hateful person, he was not, one could see, displeased to use the whip upon so exciteable and responsive a frame. He seemed to me to be basely guilty of leading his victim on to expose himself further.
"There"s no necessity for "how long,"" I said.
The old man kept the question on his face.
My father reflected.