I listened with a throbbing forehead, and controlled the choking in my throat, to ask him whether he had touched the newspapers.
"Ay, dear lad, I have sprung my mine in them," he replied.
"You have sent word--?"
"I have despatched a paragraph to the effect, that the prince and princess have arrived to ratify the nuptial preliminaries."
"You expect it to appear this day?"
"Or else my name and influence are curiously at variance with the confidence I repose in them, Richie."
"Then I leave you to yourself," I said. "Prince Ernest knows he has to expect this statement in the papers?"
"We trumped him with that identical court-card, Richie."
"Very well. To-morrow, after we have been to my grandfather, you and I part company for good, sir. It costs me too much."
"Dear old Richie," he laughed, gently. "And now to bye-bye! My blessing on you now and always."
He shut his eyes.
CHAPTER LI. AN ENCOUNTER SHOWING MY FATHER"S GENIUS IN A STRONG LIGHT
The morning was sultry with the first rising of the sun. I knew that Ottilia and Janet would be out. For myself, I dared not leave the house.
I sat in my room, harried by the most penetrating snore which can ever have afflicted wakeful ears. It proclaimed so deep-seated a peacefulness in the bosom of the disturber, and was so arrogant, so ludicrous, and inaccessible to remonstrance, that it sounded like a renewal of our midnight altercation on the sleeper"s part. Prolonged now and then beyond all bounds, it ended in the crashing blare whereof utter wakefulness cannot imagine honest sleep to be capable, but a playful melody twirled back to the regular note. He was fast asleep on the sitting-room sofa, while I walked fretting and panting. To this twinship I seemed condemned. In my heart nevertheless there was a reserve of wonderment at his apparent astuteness and resolution, and my old love for him whispered disbelief in his having disgraced me. Perhaps it was wilful self-deception. It helped me to meet him with a better face.
We both avoided the subject of our difference for some time: he would evidently have done so altogether, and used his best and sweetest manner to divert me: but when I struck on it, asking him if he had indeed told me the truth last night, his features clouded as though with an effort of patience. To my consternation, he suddenly broke away, with his arms up, puffing and stammering, stamping his feet. He would have a truce--he insisted on a truce, I understood him to exclaim, and that I was like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master. He raved of the gallant down-rightedness of the young bloods of his day, and how splendidly this one and that had compa.s.sed their ends by winning great ladies, lawfully, or otherwise. For several minutes he was in a state of frenzy, appealing to his pattern youths of a bygone generation, as to moral principles--stuttering, and of a dark red hue from the neck to the temples. I refrained from a scuffle of tongues. Nor did he excuse himself after he had cooled. His hand touched instinctively for his pulse, and, with a glance at the ceiling, he exclaimed, "Good Lord!" and brought me to his side. "These wigwam houses check my circulation," said he. "Let us go out-let us breakfast on board."
The open air restored him, and he told me that he had been merely oppressed by the architect of the inferior cla.s.ses, whose ceiling sat on his head. My nerves, he remarked to me, were very exciteable. "You should take your wine, Richie,--you require it. Your dear mother had a low-toned nervous system." I was silent, and followed him, at once a captive and a keeper.
This day of slackened sails and a bright sleeping water kept the yachtsmen on land; there was a crowd to meet the morning boat. Foremost among those who stepped out of it was the yellow-haired Eckart, little suspecting what the sight of him signalled to me. I could scarcely greet him at all, for in him I perceived that my father had fully committed himself to his plot, and left me nothing to hope. Eckart said something of Prince Hermann. As we were walking off the pier, I saw Janet conversing with Prince Ernest, and the next minute Hermann himself was one of the group. I turned to Eckart for an explanation.
"Didn"t I tell you he called at your house in London and travelled down with me this morning!" said Eckart.
My father looked in the direction of the princes, but his face was for the moment no index. They bowed to Janet, and began talking hurriedly in the triangle of road between her hotel, the pier, and the way to the villas: pa.s.sing on, and coming to a full halt, like men who are not reserving their minds. My father stept out toward them. He was met by Prince Ernest. Hermann turned his back.
It being the hour of the appointment, I delivered Eckart over to Temple"s safe-keeping, and went up to Janet. "Don"t be late, Harry," she said.
I asked her if she knew the object of the meeting appointed by my grandfather.
She answered impatiently, "Do get him away from the prince." And then: "I ought to tell you the princess is well, and so on--pardon me just now: Grandada is kept waiting, and I don"t like it."
Her actual dislike was to see Prince Ernest in dialogue with my father, it seemed to me; and the manner of both, which was, one would have said, intimate, anything but the manner of adversaries. Prince Ernest appeared to affect a pleasant humour; he twice, after shaking my father"s hand, stepped back to him, as if to renew some impression. Their att.i.tude declared them to be on the best of terms. Janet withdrew her attentive eyes from observing them, and threw a world of meaning into her abstracted gaze at me. My father"s advance put her to flight.
Yet she gave him the welcome of a high-bred young woman when he entered the drawing-room of my grandfather"s hotel-suite. She was alone, and she obliged herself to accept conversation graciously. He recommended her to try the German Baths for the squire"s gout, and evidently amused her with his specific probations for English persons designing to travel in company, that they should previously live together in a house with a collection of undisciplined chambermaids, a musical footman, and a mad cook: to learn to accommodate their tempers. "I would add a touch of earthquake, Miss Ilchester, just to make sure that all the party know one another"s edges before starting." This was too far a shot of nonsense for Janet, whose native disposition was to refer to lunacy or stupidity, or trickery, whatsoever was novel to her understanding. "I, for my part," said he, "stipulate to have for comrade no man who fancies himself a born and stamped chieftain, no inveterate student of maps, and no dog with a turn for feeling himself pulled by the collar. And that reminds me you are amateur of dogs. Have you a Pomeranian boar-hound?"
"No," said Janet; "I have never even seen one"
"That high." My father raised his hand flat.
"Bigger than our Newfoundlands!"
"Without exaggeration, big as a pony. You will permit me to send you one, warranted to have pa.s.sed his distemper, which can rarely be done for our human species, though here and there I venture to guarantee my man as well as my dog."
Janet interposed her thanks, declining to take the dog, but he dwelt on the dog"s charms, his youth, stature, appearance, fitness, and grandeur, earnestly. I had to relieve her apprehensions by questioning where the dog was.
"In Germany," he said.
It was not improbable, nor less so that the dog was in Pomerania likewise.
The entry of my aunt Dorothy, followed by my grandfather, was silent.
"Be seated," the old man addressed us in a body, to cut short particular salutations.
My father overshadowed him with drooping shoulders.
Janet wished to know whether she was to remain.
"I like you by me always," he answered, bluff and sharp.
"We have some shopping to do," my aunt Dorothy murmured, showing she was there against her will.
"Do you shop out of London?" said my father; and for some time he succeeded in making us sit for the delusive picture of a comfortable family meeting.
My grandfather sat quite still, Janet next to him. "When you"ve finished, Mr. Richmond," he remarked.
"Mr. Beltham, I was telling Miss Beltham that I join in the abuse of London exactly because I love it. A paradox! she says. But we seem to be effecting a kind of insurance on the life of the things we love best by crying them down violently. You have observed it? Denounce them--they endure for ever! So I join any soul on earth in decrying our dear London. The naughty old City can bear it."
There was a clearing of throats. My aunt Dorothy"s foot tapped the floor.
"But I presume you have done me the honour to invite me to this conference on a point of business, Mr. Beltham?" said my father, admonished by the hint.
"I have, sir," the squire replied.
"And I also have a point. And, in fact, it is urgent, and with your permission, Mr. Beltham, I will lead the way."
"No, sir, if you please.
I"m a short speaker, and go to it at once, and I won"t detain you a second after you"ve answered me."
My father nodded to this, with the conciliatory comment that it was business-like.
The old man drew out his pocket-book.
"You paid a debt," he said deliberately, "amounting to twenty-one thousand pounds to my grandson"s account."