"I don"t want to miss my train," said he. "You go and tell the maternal I"m off to London. I suppose you don"t know the address of Hanbury"s father?"
"No, I don"t."
"Well, I"m off. Ta, ta!"
So the irate Mr. Tom departed. But in the comparative silence of the Pullman car the fury of his rage began to abate; and it dawned upon him that, after all, Nan"s counsel might have something in it. No doubt these two young fools--as he mentally termed them--were married by this time. He still clung to the idea that Jack Hanbury deserved punishment--a horsewhipping or something of the kind; but Madge was Madge. She was silly; and she had "got into a hole;" still, she was Madge. She might be let off with a serious lecture on her folly and on her disregard of what she owed to the other members of the family.
Only, the first thing was to find out their whereabouts.
On arriving in London he drove to his club, and after some little searching discovered that Mr. Gregory Hanbury"s address was Adelphi Terrace, whither he at once repaired. Mr. Hanbury was at dinner. He sent up his card nevertheless, and asked to be allowed to see Mr.
Hanbury on particular business. The answer was a request that he would step upstairs into the dining-room.
He found that occupied by two gentlemen who were dining together at the upper end of a large table. One came forward to meet him. He took it for granted this was Mr. Hanbury--a slight, short man, with black hair and eyes, and a very stiff white cravat.
"Mr. Beresford," said he, "I can guess what has brought you here. Let me introduce you to my brother--Major Hanbury. It is an unfortunate business."
The other gentleman--also slight and short, but with a sun-browned, dried-up face, and big gray moustache--bowed and resumed his seat.
"You know, then, that your son has run away with my sister," said Mr.
Tom, somewhat hotly--though he had determined to keep his temper.
"Perhaps you know also where they are?"
"No farther," said the black-haired gentleman, with perfect calmness, "than that I believe them to be in London. It is only about a couple of hours since I heard of the whole affair. I immediately sent for my brother. It is a most distressing business altogether. Of course you are chiefly concerned for your sister; but my son is in a far more serious position."
"Yes, I should think so!" exclaimed Mr. Tom. "I should think he was!
But you don"t know where they are?"
"No; I only know they are in London. I received a letter from my son this afternoon, asking me to intercede for him with the Court of Chancery; and it is from this letter that I learn how serious his position is--more serious than he seems to imagine. He appears to think that now the marriage has taken place, the Vice-Chancellor will condone everything----"
"He won"t: I will take good care that he shan"t!" Mr. Tom said.
"My dear sir, I am sorry to say that my son is in a very awkward situation, even although no personal vindictiveness be shown towards him. Your sister is not of age, I believe?"
"Of course not. She"s just turned eighteen."
"Ah. Then you see, Jack had to declare that she was of age. And he appears to have stated that he had resided three weeks in the parish, whereat he only came up from Brighton yesterday morning. And, again, marrying in the direct teeth of an order of the Court--I am afraid, sir, that he is in a bad enough predicament without any personal vengeance being shown him."
This seemed to strike Mr. Tom.
"I don"t hit a man when he"s down. I will let the law take its course.
I shan"t interfere."
"Don"t you think, sir," said this man with the calm black eyes and the quiet manner, "that it might be wiser, in the interests of your sister, if you were to help us to arrange some amicable settlement which we could put before the Court? I believe the guardians of the young lady were very much misinformed about my son"s character and his intentions with regard to her. I am certain that it was not her fortune that attracted him, or that could have led him into the perilous position he now occupies. Now, if we could go before the Vice-Chancellor, and say, "The marriage is not so unsuitable, after all. The young man comes of a highly respectable family. His relations (that is, my brother and myself, sir) are willing to place a substantial sum at his disposal for investment in a sound business--indeed there is a brewery at Southampton that my brother has just been speaking of----""
"A brewery!" exclaimed Mr. Tom; but he instantly recollected that beer was as good as soda-water from a social point of view.
"And if we could say to the Vice-Chancellor that the friends of the young lady were willing to condone his offence--always providing, of course, and naturally, that your sister"s fortune should be strictly settled upon herself--then, perhaps, he might be let off with a humble apology to the Court; and the young people be left to their own happiness. My dear sir, we lawyers see so much of the inevitable hardship of human life that when a chance occurs of friendly compromise----"
"That"s all very well," blurted out Mr. Tom. "But I call it very mean and shabby of him to inveigle my sister away like that. She was engaged to be married to an old friend of mine; a much better fellow, I"ll be bound! I call it very shabby."
"My dear sir," said the lawyer, placidly, "I do not seek for a moment to excuse my son"s conduct, except to remind you that at a certain period of life romance counts for something. I believe many young ladies are like the young lady in the play--I really forget what her name was--who was disappointed to find that she was not to be run away with. However, that is a different matter. I put it to you whether it would not be better for every one concerned if we were to try to arrive at an amicable arrangement, and give the young people a fair start in life."
"Of course I can"t answer for all our side," said Mr. Tom, promptly.
"You"d better come with me to-morrow, and we"ll talk it over with Colonel Fitzgerald and Mr. Mason. I don"t bear malice. I think what you say is fair and right--if the settlement is strict. And if it came to be a question of interceding, there"s an old friend of ours, Sir George Stratherne, who, I know, knows the Vice-chancellor very intimately----"
"My dear sir!" the lawyer protested, with either real or affected horror, "do not breathe such a thing!--do not think of such a thing.
The duty of the Vice-chancellor to his wards is of the extremest kind; his decisions are beyond suspicion; what we have got to say we must say in open court."
"But if they were to lock your son up in prison," said Mr. Tom, with a gentle smile, "that couldn"t prevent Sir George taking my sister to call on the Vice-Chancellor some afternoon at his own house. And Madge is rather pretty. And she might cry."
"Will you take a gla.s.s of wine, Mr. Beresford?" said the lawyer, effusively; for he saw that he had quite won over Mr. Tom to his side.
"No, thank you," said the latter, rising; "I must apologise for interrupting your dinner. I"ll look up Colonel Fitzgerald and Mason to-morrow morning; and bring them along here most likely; that will be the simplest way. I suppose you are likely to know sooner than any one where these two fugitives have got to?"
"I think so. I have sent an advertis.e.m.e.nt to the morning papers. I shall certainly counsel my son to surrender at once and throw himself on the mercy of the Court. My dear sir, I am exceedingly obliged to you for your kindness, your very great kindness in calling."
"Oh, don"t mention it," said Mr. Tom, going to the door. And then he added, ruefully, "Now I"ve got to go and hunt up my friend; and tell him that my own sister has jilted him. You"ve no idea what a treat that will be!"
CHAPTER XXIII.
AT LAST.
He found Frank King in the little room in Cleveland Row, alone, sitting before the fire, a shut book on the small table beside him.
"I"ve got bad news for you, King," he said, bluntly. "I wish it hadn"t been my sister. But you know what women are. It"s better to have nothing at all to do with them."
"But what is it?" Frank King said, with some alarm on his face.
"Madge has bolted."
"Madge has bolted?" the other repeated, staring at Mr. Tom in a bewildered sort of way.
"Yes. Gone and married that fellow Hanbury. This morning. I"m very sorry I have to come to you with a story like that about my own sister."
Mr. Tom was very much surprised to find his friend jump up from the chair and seize him by the arm.
"Do you know this, Beresford," he said, in great excitement, "you have taken a millstone from my neck. I have been sitting wondering whether I shouldn"t cut my throat at once, or make off for Australia----"
"Oh, come, I say!" interposed Mr. Tom, with a quick flush.
"Oh, you needn"t think I have anything to say against your sister,"
exclaimed his friend--on whose face there was a sudden and quite radiant gladness. "You don"t understand it at all, Beresford. It will take some explanation. But I a.s.sure you you could not have brought me pleasanter news; and yet I have not a word to say against your sister.
I know that is a privilege you reserve for yourself; and quite right too."
It was manifestly clear that Captain King was not shamming satisfaction; not for many a day had his face looked so bright.