"That, it seems to me, Mr. Norton, was a very foolish and unpleasant affair altogether."
"Nothing could be more so, my lord. It was altogether wrong on the part of Dunroe, and so I told him."
"Could you not have prevented it, Mr. Norton?"
"Ha, ha, ha! very good, Lord Cullamore. Ask me could I prevent or check a flash of lightning. Upon my soul and honor, the thing was over, and my poor friend down, before you could say "Jack Robinson"--hem!--as we say in Connaught."
"You have travelled, too, with my son, Mr. Norton, and he is perfectly sensible of the services you have rendered him during his tour."
"G.o.d forbid, my Lord Cullamore, that I should a.s.sume any superiority over poor, kind-hearted, and honorable Dunroe; but as you are his father, my lord, I may--and with pride and satisfaction I do it--put the matter on its proper footing, and say, that Dunroe travelled with me.
The thing is neither here nor there, of course, nor would I ever allude to it unless as a proof of my regard and affection for him."
"That only enhances your kindness, Mr. Norton."
"Why, my lord, I met Dunroe in Paris--no matter, I took him out of some difficulties, and prevented him from getting into more. He had been set by a clique of--but I will not dwell on this, it looks like egotism--I said before, I took a fancy to him--for it frequently happens, my good lord, that you take a fancy to the person you have served."
"True enough, indeed, Mr. Norton."
"I am fond of travelling, and was about to make my fourth or fifth tour, when I met your son, surrounded by a crew of--but I have alluded to this a moment ago. At all events, I saw his danger--a young man exposed to temptation--the most alluring and perilous. Well, my lord, mine was a name of some weight and authority, affording just the kind of countenance and protection your son required. Well, I travelled with him, guarded him, guided him, for as to any inconvenience I may myself have experienced in taking him by the most comprehensive routes, and some other matters, they are not worth naming. Of course I introduced him to some of the most distinguished men of France--to the Marquis De Fogleville, for instance, the Count Rapscallion, Baron Snottellin, and some others of the first rank and n.o.bility of the country. The pleasure of his society, however, more than compensated me for all."
"But, pardon me, Mr. Norton, I believe the t.i.tle and family of De Fogleville have been extinct. The last of them was guillotined not long since for an attempt to steal the crown jewels of France, I think."
"True, my lord, you are perfectly right, the unhappy man was an insane legitimist; but the t.i.tle and estates have been revived in the person of another member of the family, the present marquis, who is a n.o.bleman of high consideration and honor."
"Oh, indeed! I was not aware of that, Mr. Norton," said his lordship. "I am quite surprised at the extent of your generosity and goodness to my son."
"But, my lord, it is not my intention to give up Dunroe or abandon the poor fellow yet awhile. I am determined to teach him economy in managing his affairs, to make him know the value of time, of money, and of system, in everything pertaining to Life and business. Nor do I regret what I have done, nor what I propose to do; far from it, my lord. All I ask is, that he will always look upon me as a friend or an elder brother, and consult me, confide in me, and come to me, in fact, or write to me, whenever he may think I can be of service to him."
"And in his name, of course, I may at least thank you, Mr. Norton,"
replied the Earl, with a slight irony in his manner, "not only for all you have done, but for all you propose to do, as you say."
Norton shook his head peremptorily.
"Pardon me, my lord, no thanks. I am overpaid by the pleasure of ranking Dunroe among the number of my friends."
"You are too kind, indeed, Mr. Norton; and I trust my son will be duly grateful, as he is duly sensible of all you have done for him. By the way, Mr. Norton, you alluded to Connaught. You are, I presume, an Irishman?"
"I am an Irishman, my lord."
"Of course, sir, I make no inquiry as to your individual family. I am sure from what I have seen of you they must have been, and are, persons of worth and consideration; but I wished to ask if the name be a numerous one in Ireland, or rather, in your part of it--Connaught?"
"Numerous, my lord, no, not very numerous, but of the first respectability."
"Pray, is your father living, Mr. Norton? If he be, why don"t you bring him among us? And if you have any brother, I need scarcely say what pleasure it would afford me, having, as you are aware, I presume, some influence with ministers, to do anything I could for him, should he require it; probably in the shape of a foreign appointment, or something that way. Anything, Mr. Norton, to repay a portion of what is due to you by my family."
"I thank your lordship," replied Tom. "My poor father was, as too many other Irish gentlemen have been, what is termed a hard goer (the honest man was a horse jockey like myself, thought Tom)--and indeed ran through a great deal of property during the latter part of his life (when he was huntsman to Lord Rattlecap, he went through many an estate)."
"Well, but your brother?"
"Deeply indebted, my lord, but I have no brother living. Poor Edward did get a foreign appointment many years ago (he was transported for horse stealing), by the influence of one of the most eminent of our judges, who strongly advised him to accept it, and returned his name to government as a worthy and suitable candidate. He died there, my lord, in the discharge of his appointed duties. Poor Ned, however, was never fond of public business under government, and, indeed, accepted the appointment in question with great reluctance."
"The reason why I made these inquiries about the name of Norton," said Lord Cullamore, "is this. There was, several years ago, a respectable female of the name, who held a confidential situation in my family; I have long lost sight of her, however, and would be glad to know whether she is living or dead."
("My sister-in-law," thought Tom.) "I fear," he replied, "I can render you no information on that point, my lord; the last female branch of our part of the family was my grandmother, who died about three years ago."
At this moment a servant entered the apartment, bearing in his hand a letter, for which office he had received a bribe of half-a-crown. "I beg pardon, my lord, but there"s a woman at the hall-door, who wishes this letter to be handed to that gentleman; but I fear there"s some mistake,"
he added, "it is directed to Barney Bryan. She insists he is here, and that she saw him come into the house."
"Barney Bryan," said Tom, with great coolness; "show me the letter, for I think I know something about it. Yes, I am right. It is an insane woman, my lord, wife to a jockey of mine, who broke his neck riding my celebrated horse, Black and all Black, on the Curragh. The poor creature cannot believe that her husband is dead, and thinks that I enjoy that agreeable privilege. The circ.u.mstance, indeed, was a melancholy one; but I have supported her ever since."
Morty O"Flaherty, who had transferred his charge to other hands, fearing that Mister Norton might get into trouble, now came to the rescue.
"Pray," said Tom, quick as lightning, "is that insane creature below still, a poor woman whose husband broke his neck riding a race for me on the Curragh, and she thinks that I stand to her in that capacity?"
"Oh, yes; she says," added the man who brought the letter, "that this gentleman"s name is not Norton, but Bryan--Barney Bryan, I think--and that he is her husband, exactly as the gentleman says."
"Just so, my lord," said Tom, smiling; "poor thing! what a melancholy delusion."
"I was present at the accident, Mr. Norton," added Morty, boldly, "and remember the circ.u.mstance, in throth, very well. Didn"t the poor woman lose her senses by it?"
"Yes," replied Tom, "I have just mentioned the circ.u.mstance to his lordship."
"And--beg pardon, Mr. Norton--doesn"t she take you for her husband from that day to this?"
"Yes, so I have said."
"Oh, G.o.d help her, poor thing! Isn"t she to be pitied?" added Morty, with a dry roguish glance at Mr. Norton; "throth, she has a hard fate of it. Howaniver, she is gone. I got her off, an" now the place is I clear of the unfortunate creature. The lord look to her!"
The servants then withdrew, and Norton made his parting bow to Lord Cullamore, whom we now leave to his meditations on the subject of this interview.
CHAPTER XXI. A Spy Rewarded
--Sir Thomas Gourlay Charged Home by the Stranger with the Removal and Disappearance of his Brother"s Son.
We left the Black Baronet in a frame of mind by no means to be envied by our readers. The disappearance of his daughter and her maid had stunned and so completely prostrated him, that he had not sufficient energy even for a burst of his usual dark and overbearing resentment. In this state of mind, however, he was better able to reflect upon the distressing occurrence that had happened. He bethought him of Lucy"s delicacy, of her sense of honor, her uniform propriety of conduct, her singular self-respect, and after all, of the complacent spirit of obedience with which, in everything but her contemplated union with Lord Dunroe, she had, during her whole life, and under the most trying circ.u.mstances, accommodated herself to his wishes. He then reflected upon the fact of her maid having accompanied her, and concluded, very naturally, that if she had resolved to elope with this hateful stranger, she would have done so in pursuance of the precedent set by most young ladies who take such steps--that is, unaccompanied by any one but her lover. From this view of the case he gathered comfort, and was beginning to feel his mind somewhat more at ease, when a servant entered to say that Mr.
Crackenfudge requested to see him on particular business.
"He has come to annoy me about that confounded magistracy, I suppose,"
exclaimed the baronet. "Have you any notion what the worthless scoundrel wants, Gibson?"
"Not the least, your honor, but he seems brimful of something."
"Ay, brimful of ignorance, and of impertinence, too, if he durst show it; yes, and of as much pride and oppression as could well be contained in a miserable carca.s.s like his. As he is a sneaking, vigilant rascal, however, and has a great deal of the spy in his composition, it is not impossible that he may be able to give me some information touching the disappearance of Miss Gourlay."
Gibson, after making his bow, withdrew, and the redoubtable Crackenfudge was ushered into the presence of the baronet.