"Yet not quite all. You did this thing. But the inspection of the company"s books is past. The danger of discovery, at least, is averted.
Or is it that your conscience compels you to make rest.i.tution?"
His lordship stared and gaped. "Do you suppose me mad?" he inquired, quite seriously. "Pho! Others were overlooked at the time. We did not all go the way of Craggs and Aislabie and their fellow-sufferers.
Stanhope was a.s.sailed afterward, though he was innocent. That filthy fellow, the Duke of Wharton, from being an empty fop turned himself on a sudden into a Crown attorney to prosecute the peculators. It was an easy road to fame for him, and the fool had a gift of eloquence. Stanhope"s death is on his conscience--or would be if he had one. That was six months ago. When he discovered his error in the case of Stanhope and saw the fatal consequences it had, he ceased his dirty lawyer"s work. But he had good grounds upon which to suspect others as highly placed as Stanhope, and had he followed his suspicions he might have turned them into certainties and discovered evidence. As it was, he let the matter lie, content with the execution he had done, and the esteem into which he had so suddenly hoisted himself--the d.a.m.ned profligate!"
Mr. Caryll let pa.s.s, as typical, the ludicrous want of logic in Ostermore"s strictures of his Grace of Wharton, and the application by him to the duke of opprobrious terms that were no whit less applicable to himself.
"Then, that being so, what cause for these alarms some six months later?"
"Because," answered his lordship in a sudden burst of pa.s.sion that brought him to his feet, empurpled his face and swelled the veins of his forehead, "because I am cursed with the filthiest fellow in England for my son."
He said it with the air of one who throws a flood of light where darkness has been hitherto, who supplies the key that must resolve at a turn a whole situation. But Mr. Caryll blinked foolishly.
"My wits are very dull, I fear," said he. "I still cannot understand."
"Then I"ll make it all clear to you," said his lordship.
Leduc appeared at the arbor entrance.
"What now?" asked Mr. Caryll.
"Her ladyship is approaching, sir," answered Leduc the vigilant.
CHAPTER XIV. LADY OSTERMORE
Lord Ostermore and Mr. Caryll looked across the lawn towards the house, but failed to see any sign of her ladyship"s approach.
Mr. Caryll raised questioning eyes to his servant"s stolid face, and in that moment caught the faintest rustle of a gown behind the arbor. He half-turned to my lord, and nodded slightly in the direction of the sound, a smile twisting his lips. With a gesture he dismissed Leduc, who returned to the neighborhood of the pond.
His lordship frowned, angered by the interruption. Then: "If your ladyship will come inside," said he, "you will hear better and with greater comfort."
"Not to speak of dignity," said Mr. Caryll.
The stiff gown rustled again, this time without stealth. The countess appeared, no whit abashed. Mr. Caryll rose politely.
"You sit with spies to guard your approaches," said she.
"As a precaution against spies," was his lordship"s curt answer.
She measured him with a cool eye. "What is"t ye hide?" she asked him.
"My shame," he answered readily. Then after a moment"s pause, he rose and offered her his seat. "Since you have thrust yourself in where you were not bidden, you may hear and welcome, ma"am," said he. "It may help you to understand what you term my injustice to my son."
"Are these matters wherewith to importune a stranger--a guest?"
"I am proposing to say in your presence what I was about to say in your absence," said he, without answering her question. "Be seated, ma"am."
She sniffed, closed her fan with a clatter, and sat down. Mr. Caryll resumed his long chair, and his lordship took the stool.
"I am told," the latter resumed presently, recapitulating in part for her ladyship"s better understanding, "that his Grace of Wharton is intending to reopen the South Sea scandal, as soon as he can find evidence that I was one of those who profited by the company"s charter."
"Profited?" she echoed, between scorn and bitter amus.e.m.e.nt. "Profited, did ye say? I think your dotage is surely upon you--you that have sunk nigh all your fortune and all that you had with me in this thieving venture--d"ye talk of profits?"
"At the commencement I did profit, as did many others. Had I been content with my gains, had I been less of a trusting fool, it had been well. I was dazzled, maybe, by the glare of so much gold. I needed more; and so I lost all. That is evil enough. But there is worse. I may be called upon to make rest.i.tution of what I had from the company without paying for it--I may give all that"s left me and barely cover the amount, and I may starve and be d.a.m.ned thereafter."
Her ladyship"s face was ghastly. Horror stared from her pale eyes. She had known, from the beginning, of that twenty thousand pounds" worth of stock, and she had had--with his lordship--her anxious moments when the disclosures were being made six months ago that had brought the Craggses, Aislabie and a half-dozen others to shame and ruin.
His lordship looked at her a moment. "And if this shipwreck comes, as it now threatens," he continued, "it is my son I shall have to thank for"t."
She found voice to ask: "How so?" courage to put the question scornfully. "Is it not rather Rotherby you have to thank that the disclosures did not come six months ago? What was it saved you but the friendship his Grace of Wharton had for Charles?"
"Why, then," stormed his lordship, "did he not see to"t that he preserved that friendship? It but needed a behavior of as much decency and honor as Wharton exacts in his a.s.sociates--and the Lord knows how much that is!" he sneered. "As it is, he has gone even lower than that abandoned scourer; so low that even this rakeh.e.l.l duke must become his enemy for his own credit"s sake. He attempts mock-marriages with ladies of quality; and he attempts murder by stabbing through the back a gentleman who has spared his worthless life. Not even the president of the h.e.l.l Fire Club can countenance these things, strong stomach though he have for villainy. It is something to have contrived to come so low that even his Grace of Wharton must turn upon him, and swear his ruin.
And so that he may ruin him, his grace is determined to ruin me. Now you understand, madam--and you, Mr. Caryll."
Mr. Caryll understood. He understood even more than his lordship meant him to understand; more than his lordship understood, himself. So, too, did her ladyship, if we may judge from the reply she made him.
"You fool," she railed. "You vain, blind, selfish fool! To blame Rotherby for this. Rather should Rotherby, blame you that by your d.a.m.ned dishonesty have set a weapon against him in his enemy"s hands."
"Madam!" he roared, empurpling, and coming heavily to his feet. "Do you know who I am?"
"Ay--and what you are, which is something you will never know. G.o.d! Was there ever so self-centered a fool? Compa.s.sionate me, Heaven!" She rose, too, and turned to Mr. Caryll. "You, sir," she said to him, "you have been dragged into this, I know not why."
She broke off suddenly, looking at him, her eyes a pair of gimlets now for penetration. "Why have you been dragged into it?" she demanded.
"What is here? I demand to know. What help does my lord expect from you that he tells you this? Does he--" She paused an instant, a cunning smile breaking over her wrinkled, painted face. "Does he propose to sell himself to the king over the water, and are you a secret agent come to do the buying? Is that the answer to this riddle?"
Mr. Caryll, imperturbable outwardly, but very ill at ease within, smiled and waved the delicate hand that appeared through the heavy ruffle at his wrist. "Madam, indeed--ah--your ladyship goes very fast. You leap so at conclusions for which no grounds can exist. His lordship is so overwrought--as well he may be, alas!--that he cares not before whom he speaks. Is it not plainly so?"
She smiled very sourly. "You are a very master of evasion, sir. But your evasion gives me the answer that I lack--that and his lordship"s face.
I drew my bow at a venture; yet look, sir, and tell me, has my quarrel missed its mark?"
And, indeed, the sudden fear and consternation written on my lord"s face was so plain that all might read it. He was--as Mr. Caryll had remarked on the first occasion that they met--the worst dissembler that ever set hand to a conspiracy. He betrayed himself at every step, if not positively, by incautious words, why then by the utter lack of control he had upon his countenance.
He made now a wild attempt to bl.u.s.ter. "Lies! Lies!" he protested. "Your ladyship"s a-dreaming. Should I be making bad worse by plotting at my time of life? Should I? What can King James avail me, indeed?"
""Tis what I will ask Rotherby to help me to discover," she informed him.
"Rotherby?" he cried. "Would you tell that villain what you suspect?
Would you arm him with another weapon for my undoing?"
"Ha!" said she. "You admit so much, then?" And she laughed disdainfully.
Then with a sudden sternness, a sudden n.o.bility almost in the motherhood which she put forward--"Rotherby is my son," she said, "and I"ll not have my son the victim of your follies as well as of your injustice. We may curb the one and the other yet, my lord."
And she swept out, fan going briskly in one hand, her long ebony cane swinging as briskly in the other.