"Come, Anthony, be quiet--walls have ears; go on."
"What "ud you think if there was sich a thing as revinge in the world?
I"m not suspectin" any one, but at the same time, a woman"s revinge is the worst and deepest of all revinges. You know very well that she suspects you--and, indeed, so does the world."
"But very wrongly, you know, Anthony," replied the baronet, with a smile dark as murder.
"Why, ay, to be sure," replied the instrument, squirting the tobacco spittle into the fire, and turning on him a grin that might be considered a suitable commentary upon the smile of his employer.
"But," added Mr. Gourlay, "what if it should be the father, instead of the son, they want?"
"But why would they be dodgin" about the child, sir?"
"True; it is odd enough. Well, I shall give orders to have him well watched."
"And, with the help o" G.o.d, I"ll put a mark upon him that"ll make him be known, at any rate, through all changes, barrin" they should take his life."
"How do you mean by a mark!" asked the other.
"I learnt it in the army, sir, when I was with Sir Edward. It"s done by gunpowder. It can do no harm, and will at any time durin" his life make him known among millions. It can do no harm, at any rate, sir."
"Very well, Anthony--very well," replied Mr. Gourlay; "mark him as you like, and when it is done, let me see it."
In about a fortnight afterwards, old Corbet brought his son to him, and raising his left arm, showed him the child"s initials distinctly marked on the under part of it, together with a cross and the family crest; all so plainly and neatly executed, that the father was surprised at it.
Nothing, however, happened at that time; vigilance began to relax as suspicion diminished, until one morning, about eight months afterwards, it was found that the child had disappeared. It is unnecessary to add, that every possible step was taken to discover him. Searches were made, the hue and cry was up, immense rewards were offered; but all in vain.
From that day forth neither trace nor tidings of him could be found, and in the course of time he was given up, like the heir of the property, altogether for lost.
CHAPTER x.x.xII. Discovery of the Baronet"s Son
--Who, however, is Shelved for a Time.
Lord Dunroe, as had already been agreed upon between him and her father, went directly to that worthy gentleman, that he might make a faithful report of the interview.
"Well, Dunroe," said the baronet, "what"s the news? How did it go off?"
"Just as we expected," replied the other. "Vapors, entreaties, and indignation. I give you my honor, she asked me to become her advocate with you, in order to get released from the engagement. That was rather cool, wasn"t it?"
"And what did you say?"
"Why, the truth is, I conducted the affair altogether on a new principle. I maintained that love should not be a necessary element in marriage; vindicated the rights of honest indifference, and said that it was against my system to marry any woman who was attached to me."
"Why, I remember preaching some such doctrine, in a bantering way, to her myself."
"Guided by this theory, I met her at every turn; but, nevertheless, there was a good deal of animated expostulation, tears, solicitations, and all that."
"I fear you have mismanaged the matter some way; if you have followed my advice, and done it with an appearance of common sense, so much the better. This would have required much tact, for Lucy is a girl very difficult to be imposed upon by appearances. I am the only person who can do so, but! that is because I approach her aided by my knowledge of her filial affection. As it is, however, these things are quite common.
My own wife felt much the same way with myself, and yet we lived as happily as most people. Every young baggage must have her scenes and her sacrifices. Ah! what a knack they have got at magnifying everything! How do you do, my Lady Dunroe? half a dozen times repeated, however, will awaken her vanity, and banish all this girlish rodomontade."
""Room for the Countess of Cullamore," will soon follow," replied his lordship, laughing, "and that will be still better. The old peer, as Norton and I call him, is near the end of his journey, and will make his parting bow to us some of these days."
"Did she actually consent, though?" asked the father, somewhat doubtfully.
"Positively, Sir Thomas; make your mind easy upon that point. To be sure, there were protestations and entreaties, and G.o.d knows what; but still the consent was given."
"Exactly, exactly," replied her father; "I knew it would be so. Well, now, let us not lose much time about it. I told those lawyers to wait a little for further instructions, because I was anxious to hear how this interview would end, feeling some apprehension that she might relapse into obstinacy; but now that she has consented, we shall go on. They may meet to-morrow, and get the necessary writings drawn up; and then for the wedding."
"Will not my father"s illness stand a little in the way?" asked Dunroe.
"Not a bit; why should it? But he really is not ill, only getting feeble and obstinate. The man is in his dotage. I saw him yesterday, and he refused, most perversely, to sanction the marriage until some facts shall come to his knowledge, of which he is not quite certain at present. I told him the young people would not wait; and he replied, that if I give you my daughter now, I shall do so at my peril; and that I may consider myself forewarned. I know he is thinking of your peccadilloes, my lord, for he nearly told me as much before. I think, indeed, he is certainly doting, otherwise there is no understanding him."
"You are light, Sir Thomas; the fuss he makes about morality and religion is a proof that he is. In the meantime, I agree with you that there is little time to be lost. The lawyers must set to work immediately; and the sooner the better, for I am naturally impatient."
They then shook hands very cordially, and Dunroe took his leave.
The reader may have observed that in this conversation the latter reduced his account of the interview to mere generalities, a mode of reporting it which was agreeable to both, as it spared each of them some feeling. Dunroe, for instance, never mentioned a syllable of Lucy"s having frankly avowed her pa.s.sion for another; neither did Sir Thomas make the slightest allusion to the settled disinclination to marry him which he knew she all along felt. Indifferent, however, as Dunroe naturally was to high-minded feeling or principle, he could not summon courage to dwell upon this attachment of Lucy to another.
A consciousness of his utter meanness and degradation of spirit in consenting to marry any woman under such circ.u.mstances, filled him with shame even to glance at it. He feared, besides, that if her knavish father had heard it, he would at once have attributed his conduct to its proper motives--that is to say, an eagerness to get into the possession and enjoyment of the large fortune to which she was ent.i.tled. He himself, in his conversations with the baronet, never alluded to the subject of dowry, but placed his anxiety for the match altogether to the account of love. So far, then, each was acting a fraudulent part toward the other.
The next morning, about the hour of eleven o"clock, Thomas Corbet--foster-brother to the baronet, though a much younger man--sent word that he wished to see him on particular business. This was quite sufficient; for, as Corbet was known to be more deeply in his confidence than any other man living, he was instantly admitted.
"Well, Corbet," said his master, "I hope there is nothing wrong."
"Sir Thomas," replied the other, "you have a right to be a happy and a thankful man this morning; and although I cannot mention the joyful intelligence with which I am commissioned, without grief and shame for the conduct of a near relation of my own, yet I feel this to be the happiest day of my life."
"What the deuce!" exclaimed the baronet, starting to his feet--"how is this? What is the intelligence?"
"Rejoice, Sir Thomas--rejoice and be thankful; but, in the meantime, pray sit down, if you please, and don"t be too much agitated. I know how evil news, or anything that goes in opposition to your will, affects you: the two escapes, for instance, of that boy."
"Ha! I understand you now," exclaimed the baronet, whilst the very eyes danced in his head with a savage delight that was frightful, and, for the sake of human nature, painful to look upon, "I understand you now, Corbet--he is dead! eh? Is it not so? Yes, yes--it is--it is true. Well, you shall have a present of one hundred pounds for the intelligence. You shall, and that in the course of five minutes."
"Sir Thomas," replied Corbet, calmly, "have patience; the person, Fenton, you speak about, is still alive; but to all intents and purposes, dead to you and for you. This, however, is another and a far different affair. Your son has been found!"
The baronet"s brow fell: he looked grave, and more like a man disappointed than anything else. In fact, the feeling a.s.sociated with the recovery of his son was not strong enough to balance or counteract that which he experienced in connection with the hoped-for death of the other. He recovered himself, however, and exclaimed,
"Found! Tom found!--little Tom found! My G.o.d! When--where--how?"
"Have the goodness to sit down, sir," replied Corbet, "and I will tell you."
The baronet took a seat, but the feeling of disappointment, although checked by the intelligence of his son, was not extinguished, and could still be read in his countenance. He turned his eyes upon Corbet and said,
"Well, Corbet, go on; he is not dead, though?"
"No, sir; thank G.o.d, he is not."
"Who--who--are you speaking of? Oh, I forgot--proceed. Yes, Corbet, you are right; I am very much disturbed. Well, speak about my son. Where is he? In what condition of life? Is he a gentleman--a beggar--a profligate--what?"