The spy looked at him with a moody eye, plucking thoughtfully at his lip with thumb and forefinger. Then he brightened suddenly. "There"s your man," said he, flashing a quick eye upon Leduc, who looked up with a quiet smile.
"True," said Mr. Caryll, "and there"s my portmantle above-stairs, and my saddle on my horse in the stables. It is even possible, for aught you know, that there may be a hollow tooth or two in my head. Pray let your search be thorough."
Mr. Green considered him again. "If you had it, it would be upon your person."
"Yet consider," Mr. Caryll begged him, holding out his foot that Leduc might put on his shoe again, "I might have supposed that you would suppose that, and disposed accordingly. You had better investigate to the bitter end."
Mr. Green"s small eyes continued to scrutinize Leduc at intervals. The valet was a silent, serious-faced fellow. "I"ll search your servant, leastways," the spy announced.
"By all means. Leduc, I beg that you will place yourself at this interesting gentleman"s disposal."
What time Mr. Caryll, unaided now, completed the resumption of his garments, Leduc, silent and expressionless, submitted to being searched.
"You will observe, Leduc," said Mr. Caryll, "that we have not come to this country in vain. We are undergoing experiences that would be interesting if they were not quite so dull, amusing if they entailed less discomfort to ourselves. a.s.suredly, it was worth while to cross to England to study manners. And there are sights for you that you will never see in France. You would not, for instance, had you not come hither, have had an opportunity of observing a member of the n.o.blesse seconding and a.s.sisting a tipstaff in the discharge of his duty. And doing it just as a hog wallows in foulness--for the love of it.
"The gentlemen in your country, Leduc, are too fastidious to enjoy life as it should be enjoyed; they are too p.r.o.ne to adhere to the amus.e.m.e.nts of their cla.s.s. You have here an opportunity of perceiving how deeply they are mistaken, what relish may lie in setting one"s rank on one side, in forgetting at times that by an accident--a sheer, incredible accident, I a.s.sure you, Leduc--one may have been born to a gentleman"s estate."
Rotherby had drawn himself up, his dark face crimsoning.
"D"ye talk at me, sir?" he demanded. "D"ye dare discuss me with your lackey?"
"But why not, since you search me with my tipstaff! If you can perceive a difference, you are too subtle for me, sir."
Rotherby advanced a step; then checked. He inherited mental sluggishness from his father. "You are insolent!" he charged Caryll. "You insult me."
"Indeed! Ha! I am working miracles."
Rotherby governed his anger by an effort. "There was enough between us without this," said he.
"There could not be too much between us--too much s.p.a.ce, I mean."
The viscount looked at him furiously. "I shall discuss this further with you," said he. "The present is not the time nor place. But I shall know where to look for you."
"Leduc, I am sure, will always be pleased to see you. He, too, is studying manners."
Rotherby ignored the insult. "We shall see, then, whether you can do anything more than talk."
"I hope that your lordship, too, is master of other accomplishments. As a talker, I do not find you very gifted. But perhaps Leduc will be less exigent than I."
"Bah!" his lordship flung at him, and went out, cursing him profusely, Gaskell following at his master"s heels.
CHAPTER V. MOONSHINE
My Lord Ostermore, though puzzled, entertained no tormenting anxiety on the score of the search to which Mr. Caryll was to be submitted. He a.s.sured himself from that gentleman"s confident, easy manner--being a man who always drew from things the inference that was obvious--that either he carried no such letter as my lord expected, or else he had so disposed of it as to baffle search.
So, for the moment, he dismissed the subject from his mind. With Hortensia he entered the parlor across the stone-flagged pa.s.sage, to which the landlady ushered them, and turned whole-heartedly to the matter of his ward"s elopement with his son.
"Hortensia," said he, when they were alone. "You have been foolish; very foolish." He had a trick of repeating himself, conceiving, no doubt, that the commonplace achieves distinction by repet.i.tion.
Hortensia sat in an arm-chair by the window, and sighed, looking out over the downs. "Do I not know it?" she cried, and the eyes which were averted from his lordship were charred with tears--tears of hot anger, shame and mortification. "G.o.d help all women!" she added bitterly, after a moment, as many another woman under similar and worse circ.u.mstances has cried before and since.
A more feeling man might have conceived that this was a moment in which to leave her to herself and her own thoughts, and in that it is possible that a more feeling man had been mistaken. Ostermore, stolid and unimaginative, but not altogether without sympathy for his ward, of whom he was reasonably fond--as fond, no doubt, as it was his capacity to be for any other than himself--approached her and set a plump hand upon the back of her chair.
"What was it drove you to this?"
She turned upon him almost fiercely. "My Lady Ostermore," she answered him.
His lordship frowned, and his eyes shifted uneasily from her face. In his heart he disliked his wife excessively, disliked her because she was the one person in the world who governed him, who rode rough-shod over his feelings and desires; because, perhaps, she was the mother of his unfeeling, detestable son. She may not have been the only person living to despise Lord Ostermore; but she was certainly the only one with the courage to manifest her contempt, and that in no circ.u.mscribed terms.
And yet, disliking her as he did, returning with interest her contempt of him, he veiled it, and was loyal to his termagant, never suffering himself to utter a complaint of her to others, never suffering others to censure her within his hearing. This loyalty may have had its roots in pride--indeed, no other soil can be a.s.signed to them--a pride that would allow no strangers to pry into the sore places of his being. He frowned now to hear Hortensia"s angry mention of her ladyship"s name; and if his blue eyes moved uneasily under his beetling brows, it was because the situation irked him. How should he stand as judge between Mistress Winthrop--towards whom, as we have seen, he had a kindness--and his wife, whom he hated, yet towards whom he would not be disloyal?
He wished the subject dropped, since, did he ask the obvious question--in what my Lady Ostermore could have been the cause of Hortensia"s flight--he would provoke, he knew, a storm of censure from his wife. Therefore he fell silent.
Hortensia, however, felt that she had said too much not to say more.
"Her ladyship has never failed to make me feel my position--my--my poverty," she pursued. "There is no slight her ladyship has not put upon me, until not even your servants use me with the respect that is due to my father"s daughter. And my father," she added, with a reproachful glance, "was your friend, my lord."
He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, deploring now the question with which he had fired the train of feminine complaint. "Pish, pish!" he deprecated, ""tis fancy, child--pure fancy!"
"So her Ladyship would say, did you tax her with it. Yet your lordship knows I am not fanciful in other things. Should I, then, be fanciful in this?"
"But what has her ladyship ever done, child?" he demanded, thinking thus to baffle her--since he was acquainted with the subtlety of her ladyship"s methods.
"A thousand things," replied Hortensia hotly, "and yet not one upon which I may fasten. "Tis thus she works: by words, half-words, looks, sneers, shrugs, and sometimes foul abuse entirely disproportionate to the little cause I may unwittingly have given."
"Her ladyship is a little hot," the earl admitted, "but a good heart; "tis an excellent heart, Hortensia."
"For hating-ay, my lord."
"Nay, plague on"t! That"s womanish in you. "Pon honor it is! Womanish!"
"What else would you have a woman? Mannish and raffish, like my Lady Ostermore?"
"I"ll not listen to you," he said. "Ye"re not just, Hortensia. Ye"re heated; heated! I"ll not listen to you. Besides, when all is said, what reasons be these for the folly ye"ve committed?"
"Reasons?" she echoed scornfully. "Reasons and to spare! Her ladyship has made my life so hard, has so shamed and crushed me, put such indignities upon me, that existence grew unbearable under your roof. It could not continue, my lord," she pursued, rising under the sway of her indignation. "It could not continue. I am not of the stuff that goes to making martyrs. I am weak, and--and--as your lordship has said--womanish."
"Indeed, you talk a deal," said his lordship peevishly. But she did not heed the sarcasm.
"Lord Rotherby," she continued, "offered me the means to escape. He urged me to elope with him. His reason was that you would never consent to our marriage; but that if we took the matter into our hands, and were married first, we might depend upon your sanction afterwards; that you had too great a kindness for me to withhold your pardon. I was weak, my lord--womanish," (she threw the word at him again) "and it happened--G.o.d help me for a fool!--that I thought I loved Lord Rotherby. And so--and so--"
She sat down again, weakly, miserably, averting her face that she might hide her tears. He was touched, and he even went so far as to show something of his sympathy. He approached her again, and laid a benign hand lightly upon her shoulder.
"But--but--in that case--Oh, the d.a.m.ned villain!--why this mock-parson?"
"Does your lordship not perceive? Must I die of shame? Do you not see?"