Dale pretty nearly all my life." Who could this man be who was going down to see Mrs. Dale,--Mrs. Dale, and consequently, Lily Dale?
He thought that he knew Mrs. Dale so well, that she could have no visitor of whom he would not be ent.i.tled to have some knowledge. But Major Grantly had nothing more to say at the moment about Mrs. Dale.
He had never seen Mrs. Dale in his life, and was now going to her house, not to see her, but a friend of hers. He found that he could not very well explain this to a stranger, and therefore at the moment he said nothing further. But Johnny would not allow the subject to be dropped. "Have you known Mrs. Dale long?" he asked.
"I have not the pleasure of knowing her at all," said the major.
"I thought, perhaps, by your asking after her--"
"I intend to call upon her, that is all. I suppose they will have an omnibus here from "The Magpie?"" Eames said that there no doubt would be an omnibus from "The Magpie," and then they were at their journey"s end.
For the present we will follow John Eames, who went at once to his mother"s house. It was his intention to remain there for two or three days, and then go over to the house, or rather to the cottage, of his great ally Lady Julia, which lay just beyond Guestwick Manor, and somewhat nearer to Allington than to the town of Guestwick. He had made up his mind that he would not himself go over to Allington till he could do so from Guestwick Cottage, as it was called, feeling that, under certain untoward circ.u.mstances,--should untoward circ.u.mstances arise,--Lady Julia"s sympathy might be more endurable than that of his mother. But he would take care that it should be known at Allington that he was in the neighbourhood. He understood the necessary strategy of his campaign too well to suppose that he could startle Lily into acquiescence.
With his own mother and sister, John Eames was in these days quite a hero. He was a hero with them now, because in his early boyish days there had been so little about him that was heroic. Then there had been a doubt whether he would ever earn his daily bread, and he had been a very heavy burden on the slight family resources in the matter of jackets and trousers. The pride taken in our Johnny had not been great, though the love felt for him had been warm. But gradually things had changed, and John Eames had become heroic in his mother"s eyes. A chance circ.u.mstance had endeared him to Earl De Guest, and from that moment things had gone well with him. The earl had given him a watch and had left him a fortune, and Sir Raffle Buffle had made him a private secretary. In the old days, when Johnny"s love for Lily Dale was first discussed by his mother and sister, they had thought it impossible that Lily should ever bring herself to regard with affection so humble a suitor;--for the Dales have ever held their heads up in the world. But now there is no misgiving on that score with Mrs. Eames and her daughter. Their wonder is that Lily Dale should be such a fool as to decline the love of such a man. So Johnny was received with the respect due to a hero, as well as with the affection belonging to a son;--by which I mean it to be inferred that Mrs. Eames had got a little bit of fish for dinner as well as a leg of mutton.
"A man came down in the train with me who says he is going over to Allington," said Johnny. "I wonder who he can be. He is staying at "The Magpie.""
"A friend of Captain Dale"s, probably," said Mary. Captain Dale was the squire"s nephew and his heir.
"But this man was not going to the squire"s. He was going to the Small House."
"Is he going to stay there?"
"I suppose not, as he asked about the inn." Then Johnny reflected that the man might probably be a friend of Crosbie"s, and became melancholy in consequence. Crosbie might have thought it expedient to send an amba.s.sador down to prepare the ground for him before he should venture again upon the scene himself. If it were so, would it not be well that he, John Eames, should get over to Lily as soon as possible, and not wait till he should be staying with Lady Julia?
It was at any rate inc.u.mbent upon him to call upon Lady Julia the next morning, because of his commission. The Berlin wool might remain in his portmanteau till his portmanteau should go with him to the cottage; but he would take the spectacles at once, and he must explain to Lady Julia what the lawyers had told him about the income.
So he hired a saddle-horse from "The Magpie" and started after breakfast on the morning after his arrival. In his unheroic days he would have walked,--as he had done, scores of times, over the whole distance from Guestwick to Allington. But now, in these grander days, he thought about his boots and the mud, and the formal appearance of the thing. "Ah dear," he said, to himself, as the nag walked slowly out of the town, "it used to be better with me in the old days. I hardly hoped that she would ever accept me, but at least she had never refused me. And then that brute had not as yet made his way down to Allington!"
He did not go very fast. After leaving the town he trotted on for a mile or so. But when he got to the palings of Guestwick Manor he let the animal walk again, and his mind ran back over the incidents of his life which were connected with the place. He remembered a certain long ramble which he had taken in those woods after Lily had refused him. That had been subsequent to the Crosbie episode in his life, and Johnny had been led to hope by certain of his friends,--especially by Lord De Guest and his sister,--that he might then be successful.
But he had been unsuccessful, and had pa.s.sed the bitterest hour of his life wandering about in those woods. Since that he had been unsuccessful again and again; but the bitterness of failure had not been so strong with him as on that first occasion. He would try again now, and if he failed, he would fail for the last time. As he was thinking of all this, a gig overtook him on the road, and on looking round he saw that the occupant of the gig was the man who had travelled with him on the previous day in the train. Major Grantly was alone in the gig, and as he recognized John Eames he stopped his horse. "Are you also going to Allington?" he asked. John Eames, with something of scorn in his voice, replied that he had no intention of going to Allington on that day. He still thought that this man might be an emissary from Crosbie, and therefore resolved that but scant courtesy was due to him. "I am on my way there now," said Grantly, "and am going to the house of your friend. May I tell her that I travelled with you yesterday?"
"Yes, sir," said Johnny. "You may tell her that you came down with John Eames."
"And are you John Eames?" asked the major.
"If you have no objection," said Johnny. "But I can hardly suppose you have ever heard my name before?"
"It is familiar to me, because I have the pleasure of knowing a cousin of yours, Miss Grace Crawley."
"My cousin is at present staying at Allington with Mrs. Dale," said Johnny.
"Just so," said the major, who now began to reflect that he had been indiscreet in mentioning Grace Crawley"s name. No doubt every one connected with the family, all the Crawleys, all the Dales, and all the Eameses, would soon know the business which had brought him down to Allington; but he need not have taken the trouble of beginning the story against himself. John Eames, in truth, had never even heard Major Grantly"s name, and was quite unaware of the fortune which awaited his cousin. Even after what he had now been told, he still suspected the stranger of being an emissary from his enemy; but the major, not giving him credit for his ignorance, was annoyed with himself for having told so much of his own history. "I will tell the ladies that I had the pleasure of meeting you," he said; "that is, if I am lucky enough to see them." And then he drove on.
"I know I should hate that fellow if I were to meet him anywhere again," said Johnny to himself as he rode on. "When I take an aversion to a fellow at first sight, I always stick to it. It"s instinct, I suppose." And he was still giving himself credit for the strength of his instincts when he reached Lady Julia"s cottage.
He rode at once into the stable-yard, with the privilege of an accustomed friend of the house, and having given up his horse, entered the cottage by the back door. "Is my lady at home, Jemima?"
he said to the maid.
"Yes, Mr. John; she is in the drawing-room, and friends of yours are with her." Then he was announced, and found himself in the presence of Lady Julia, Lily Dale, and Grace Crawley.
He was very warmly received. Lady Julia really loved him dearly, and would have done anything in her power to bring about a match between him and Lily. Grace was his cousin, and though she had not seen him often, she was prepared to love him dearly as Lily"s lover. And Lily,--Lily loved him dearly too,--if only she could have brought herself to love him as he wished to be loved! To all of them Johnny Eames was something of a hero. At any rate in the eyes of all of them he possessed those virtues which seemed to them to justify them in petting him and making much of him.
"I am so glad you"ve come,--that is, if you"ve brought my spectacles," said Lady Julia.
"My pockets are crammed with spectacles," said Johnny.
"And when are you coming to me?"
"I was thinking of Tuesday."
"No; don"t come till Wednesday. But I mean Monday. No; Monday won"t do. Come on Tuesday,--early, and drive me out. And now tell us the news."
Johnny swore that there was no news. He made a brave attempt to be gay and easy before Lily; but he failed, and he knew that he failed,--and he knew that she knew that he failed. "Mamma will be so glad to see you," said Lily. "I suppose you haven"t seen Bell yet?"
"I only got to Guestwick yesterday afternoon," said he.
"And it will be so nice our having Grace at the Small House;--won"t it? Uncle Christopher has quite taken a pa.s.sion for Grace,--so that I am hardly anybody now in the Allington world."
"By-the-by," said Johnny, "I came down here with a friend of yours, Grace."
"A friend of mine?" said Grace.
"So he says, and he is at Allington at this moment. He pa.s.sed me in a gig going there."
"And what was his name?" Lily asked.
"I have not the remotest idea," said Johnny. "He is a man about my own age, very good-looking, and apparently very well able to take care of himself. He is short-sighted, and holds a gla.s.s in one eye when he looks out of a carriage-window. That"s all that I know about him."
Grace Crawley"s face had become suffused with blushes at the first mention of the friend and the gig; but then Grace blushed very easily. Lily knew all about it at once;--at once divined who must be the friend in the gig, and was almost beside herself with joy.
Lady Julia, who had heard no more of the major than had Johnny, was still clever enough to perceive that the friend must be a particular friend,--for she had noticed Miss Crawley"s blushes. And Grace herself had no doubt as to the man. The picture of her lover, with the gla.s.s in his eye as he looked out of the window, had been too perfect to admit of a doubt. In her distress she put out her hand and took hold of Lily"s dress.
"And you say he is at Allington now?" said Lily.
"I have no doubt he is at the Small House at this moment," said Johnny.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
SHOWING HOW MAJOR GRANTLY TOOK A WALK.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Major Grantly drove his gig into the yard of the "Red Lion" at Allington, and from thence walked away at once to Mrs. Dale"s house.
When he reached the village he had hardly made up his mind as to the way in which he would begin his attack; but now, as he went down the street, he resolved that he would first ask for Mrs. Dale. Most probably he would find himself in the presence of Mrs. Dale and her daughter, and of Grace also, at his first entrance; and if so, his position would be awkward enough. He almost regretted now that he had not written to Mrs. Dale, and asked for an interview. His task would be very difficult if he should find all the ladies together. But he was strong in the feeling that when his purpose was told it would meet the approval at any rate of Mrs. Dale; and he walked boldly on, and bravely knocked at the door of the Small House, as he had already learned that Mrs. Dale"s residence was called by all the neighbourhood. n.o.body was at home, the servant said; and then, when the visitor began to make further inquiry, the girl explained that the two young ladies had walked as far as Guestwick Cottage, and that Mrs. Dale was at this moment at the Great House with the squire. She had gone across soon after the young ladies had started. The maid, however, was interrupted before she had finished telling all this to the major, by finding her mistress behind her in the pa.s.sage. Mrs.
Dale had returned, and had entered the house from the lawn.
"I am here now, Jane," said Mrs. Dale, "if the gentleman wishes to see me."
Then the major announced himself. "My name is Major Grantly," said he; and he was blundering on with some words about his own intrusion, when Mrs. Dale begged him to follow her into the drawing-room. He had muttered something to the effect that Mrs. Dale would not know who he was; but Mrs. Dale knew all about him, and had heard the whole of Grace"s story from Lily. She and Lily had often discussed the question whether, under existing circ.u.mstances, Major Grantly should feel himself bound to offer his hand to Grace, and the mother and daughter had differed somewhat on the matter. Mrs. Dale had held that he was not so bound, urging that the unfortunate position in which Mr. Crawley was placed was so calamitous to all connected with him, as to justify any man, not absolutely engaged, in abandoning the thoughts of such a marriage. Mrs. Dale had spoken of Major Grantly"s father and mother and brother and sister, and had declared her opinion that they were ent.i.tled to consideration. But Lily had opposed this idea very stoutly, a.s.serting that in an affair of love a man should think neither of father or brother or mother or sister.