Mr. Caryll looked up quickly, as if suddenly aware that his lordship was expressing surprise. "Why, yes," said he. "What is there odd in that?"
"How does it happen that you come to live there? Are you at all connected with the family of Maligny? On your mother"s side, perhaps?"
Mr. Caryll took up his wine-gla.s.s. "I take it," said he easily, "that there was some such family at some time. But it is clear it must have fallen upon evil days." He sipped at his wine. "There are none left now," he explained, as he set down his gla.s.s. "The last of them died, I believe, in England." His eyes turned full upon the earl, but their glance seemed entirely idle. "It was in consequence of that that my father was enabled to purchase the estate."
Mr. Caryll accounted it no lie that he suppressed the fact that the father to whom he referred was but his father by adoption.
Relief spread instantly upon Lord Ostermore"s countenance. Clearly, he saw, here was pure coincidence, and nothing more. Indeed, what else should there have been? What was it that he had feared? He did not know.
Still he accounted it an odd matter, and said so.
"What is odd?" inquired Mr. Caryll. "Does it happen that your lordship was acquainted at any time with that vanished family?"
"I was, sir--slightly acquainted--at one time with one or two of its members. "Tis that that is odd. You see, sir, my name, too, happens to be Caryll."
"True--yet I see nothing so oddly coincident in the matter, particularly if your acquaintance with these Malignys was but slight."
"Indeed, you are right. You are right. There is no such great coincidence, when all is said. The name reminded me of a--a folly of my youth. "Twas that that made impression."
"A folly?" quoth Mr. Caryll, his eyebrows raised.
"Ay, a folly--a folly that went near undoing me, for had it come to my father"s ears, he had broke me without mercy. He was a hard man, my father; a puritan in his ideas."
"A greater than your lordship?" inquired Mr. Caryll blandly, masking the rage that seethed in him.
His lordship laughed. "Ye"re a wag, Mr. Caryll--a d.a.m.ned wag!" Then reverting to the matter that was uppermost in his mind. ""Tis a fact, though--"pon honor. My father would ha" broke me. Luckily she died."
"Who died?" asked Mr. Caryll, with a show of interest.
"The girl. Did I not tell you there was a girl? "Twas she was the folly--Antoinette de Maligny. But she died--most opportunely, egad!
"Twas a very d.a.m.ned mercy that she did. It--cut the--the--what d"ye call it--knot?"
"The Gordian knot?" suggested Mr. Caryll.
"Ay--the Gordian knot. Had she lived and had my father smoked the affair--Gad! he would ha" broke me; he would so!" he repeated, and emptied his gla.s.s.
Mr. Caryll, white to the lips, sat very still a moment. Then he did a curious thing; did it with a curious suddenness. He took a knife from the table, and hacked off the lowest b.u.t.ton from his coat. This he pushed across the board to his father.
"To turn to other matters," said he; "there is the letter you were expecting from abroad."
"Eh? What?" Lord Ostermore took up the b.u.t.ton. It was of silk, interwoven with gold thread. He turned it over in his fingers, looking at it with a heavy eye, and then at his guest. "Eh? Letter?" he muttered, puzzled.
"If your lordship will cut that open, you will see what his majesty has to propose." He mentioned the king in a voice charged with suggestion, so that no doubt could linger on the score of the king he meant.
"Gad!" cried his lordship. "Gad! "Twas thus ye bubbled Mr. Green?
Shrewd, on my soul. And you are the messenger, then?"
"I am the messenger," answered Mr. Caryll coldly.
"And why did you not say so before?"
For the fraction of a second Mr. Caryll hesitated. Then: "Because I did not judge that the time was come," said he.
CHAPTER VIII. TEMPTATION
His lordship ripped away the silk covering of the b.u.t.ton with a penknife, and disembowelled it of a small packet, which consisted of a sheet of fine and very closely-folded and tightly-compressed paper. This he spread, cast an eye over, and then looked up at his companion, who was watching him with simulated indolence.
His lordship had paled a little, and there was about the lines of his mouth a look of preternatural gravity. He looked furtively towards the door, his heavy eyebrows lowering.
"I think," he said, "that we shall be more snug in the library. Will you bear me company, Mr. Caryll?"
Mr. Caryll rose instantly. The earl folded the letter, and turned to go. His companion paused to pick up the fragments of the b.u.t.ton and slip them into his pocket. He performed the office with a smile on his lips that was half pity, half contempt. It did not seem to him that there would be the least need to betray Lord Ostermore once his lordship was wedded to the Stuart faction. He would not fail to betray himself through some act of thoughtless stupidity such as this.
In the library--the door, and that of the ante-room beyond it, carefully closed--his lordship unlocked a secretaire of walnut, very handsomely inlaid, and, drawing up a chair, he sat down to the perusal of the king"s letter. When he had read it through, he remained lost in thought a while. At length he looked up and across towards Mr. Caryll, who was standing by one of the windows.
"You are no doubt a confidential agent, sir," said he. "And you will be fully aware of the contents of this letter that you have brought me."
"Fully, my lord," answered Mr. Caryll, "and I venture to hope that his majesty"s promises will overcome any hesitation that you may feel."
"His majesty"s promises?" said my lord thoughtfully. "His majesty may never have a chance of fulfilling them."
"Very true, sir. But who gambles must set a stake upon the board.
Your lordship has been something of a gamester already, and--or so I gather--with little profit. Here is a chance to play another game that may mend the evil fortunes of the last."
The earl scanned him in surprise. "You are excellent well informed,"
said he, between surprise and irony.
"My trade demands it. Knowledge is my buckler."
His lordship nodded slowly, and fell very thoughtful, the letter before him, his eyes wandering ever and anon to con again some portion of it.
"It is a game in which I stake my head," he muttered presently.
"Has your lordship anything else to stake?" inquired Mr. Caryll.
The earl looked at him again with a gloomy eye, and sighed, but said nothing. Mr. Caryll resumed. "It is for your lordship to declare," he said quite coolly, "whether his majesty has covered your stake. If you think not, it is even possible that he may be induced to improve his offer. Though if you think not, for my own part I consider that you set too high a value on that same head of yours."
Touched in his vanity, Ostermore looked up at him with a sudden frown.
"You take a bold tone, sir," said he, "a very bold tone!"
"Boldness is the attribute next to knowledge most essential to my calling," Mr. Caryll reminded him.
His lordship"s eye fell before the other"s cold glance, and again he lapsed into thoughtfulness, his cheek now upon his hand. Suddenly he looked up again. "Tell me," said he. "Who else is in this thing? Men say that Atterbury is not above suspicion. Is it--"
Mr. Caryll bent forward to tap the king"s letter with a rigid forefinger. "When your lordship tells me that you are ready to concert upon embarking your fortunes in this bottom, you shall find me disposed, perhaps, to answer questions concerning others. Meanwhile, our concern is with yourself."