"That is allowing a very large margin, indeed. I thank you, Sir Lemuel; but I must reflect before taking advantage of it."
"Well, well; perhaps the duke will meet my solicitor here to-morrow morning in regard to the settlements. I consider the fact that he has steadily declined every invitation I have sent him to come to us on any occasion. Still, I hope he may be induced to honor us with his presence to-morrow in the interest of these marriage settlements, and to remain and dine with us in honor of this betrothal," said the banker.
"I hope you will kindly continue to excuse my father, sir. His age, his infirmities, his failing mind and body, will, I trust, be his sufficient apologies," said the young marquis gravely.
"You think that he will not come, then!"
"I fear that he cannot."
"I"m sorry for that. However, tell him all that I have told you, and agree to any alterations in the settlements that he may see fit to suggest. There! Go to Salome! Go to Salome! I must be off to the House,"
said the conscientious M.P. rising, and putting an end to the interview.
It was subsequently arranged that the marriage should be celebrated at Castle Lone on that day three weeks.
Two weeks out of the three, Sir Lemuel Levison remained in town to give his daughter and her chaperon an opportunity of getting up as good a trousseau as could be prepared in so short a time. But jewellers, milliners, and dressmakers may be hurried as well as lawyers, when they are well paid to make haste. And so, in two weeks, the banker"s heiress, the future Marchioness of Arondelle and d.u.c.h.ess of Hereward, had a trousseau as magnificent and splendid as if it had been in preparation for two years. When it was all carefully packed and sent down to Lone, Sir Lemuel Levison and his household prepared to follow.
On the day before their departure a very curious thing happened.
Sir Lemuel was waiting in his library, when a footman entered and laid a card before him. It was not a visiting card, but a business card. And it bore the name of a firm:
Dazzle and Sparkle, jewellers, Number Blank, Bond street.
"What is the meaning of this?" inquired the banker.
"If you please, sir, the person who brought it directed me to say, that he craves to speak with you on the most important business," answered the man.
"Important to himself most likely, and not in the least so to me. Well, show him up," said Sir Lemuel.
The servant withdrew and, after a few moments, reappeared and announced:
"Mr. Dazzle, of Dazzle and Sparkle, Bond street."
A little, round-bodied, bald-headed man entered the library.
Sir Lemuel Levison received him with some surprise, but with much politeness.
"I have come, sir, on a little business," began the visitor, who forthwith proceeded and explained his business at length.
It seemed that the imbecile Duke of Hereward, being well pleased with his son"s marriage, and imagining himself still to be the master of Lone and of a princely revenue, went to Messrs. Dazzle and Sparkle, and ordered a splendid set of diamonds for his prospective daughter-in-law.
The firm, who, as well as all the world of London, had heard of the forthcoming marriage between the son of the pauper duke and the daughter of the wealthy banker, gravely accepted the order, pondered over it, and finally determined to lay the whole matter before the banker himself.
"You have acted with much discretion, Mr. Dazzle. Fill the duke"s order, and hold me responsible for the amount. And say nothing of the affair,"
was the banker"s answer to the tradesman, who bowed and left the room.
The next morning Sir Lemuel Levison, his daughter, her chaperon, and their household, went down to Castle Lone.
Active preparations were at once commenced for the wedding, which was to take place at Lone on the Tuesday of the following week.
The first thing that Salome did on reaching the castle was to have the portrait of the Marquis of Arondelle brought down from the tower and mounted in state between the two lofty front windows of her favorite sitting-room.
Among the servants at Lone, none received the bride elect with more effusive love than the old housekeeper, Girzie Ross.
"Eh, me leddy! Heaven, sent ye to redeem Lone. My benison on ye, me leddy! and my ban on yon hizzie, wha hae been makin" sic" an ado, ever sin the report o" your betrothal has been noised about!" said the dame.
"But who are you talking about, my dear Mrs. Ross?" inquired Salome.
"Ou just that handsom hizzie, Rosy Cameron, wha will hae it that she, her vera sel", is troth-plighted to our young laird--the jaud!" replied the housekeeper.
"But, Mrs. Ross, surely that must be a mistake of yours. No girl could have the impertinence to say such a false thing of Lord Arondelle,"
exclaimed Salome, in disgust and abhorrence of the very idea presented.
"Indeed, then, my young lady, _she_ ha" the impertinence to say just that thing--not in a whisper and in a corner, but loudly in the vera castle court, to whilk she cam yestreen, sae noisily that I was fain to threaten her wi" the constable before I could get shet o" her," said the housekeeper nodding her head.
"What can the girl mean by it? What excuse can she possibly have to justify such a mad charge?" inquired Salome, in a painful anxiety that she could neither conquer nor yet explain to herself. She did not doubt the honor of her promised husband. She would have died rather than doubt him. Why, then, should this sudden anguish wring her heart. "What excuse can she have, Mrs. Ross?" repeated Salome.
"Eh, me leddy, wha kens? Boys will be boys. And whiles the best o" them will be wild where a bonny la.s.sie is concerned. No that"s I"m saying sic a thing anent our young laird. But ye ken he used to be unco fond o" the sport o" deer stalking up by Ben Lone, where this handsome hizzie, Rose Cameron, bides wi" her owld feyther. And I e"en think the young laird, may whiles, hae putten a speak on the la.s.s. Nae mair nor less than just that," said the housekeeper as she left the room to look after some important household work.
A few minutes after her exit, Sir Lemuel Levison entered.
Finding his daughter almost in tears, he naturally inquired:
"What on earth is the matter with you, my child?"
"Nothing, papa! At least nothing that should trouble me!"
"But what is it?"
"Well then, papa, dear, here has been a foolish girl--_very_ foolish, I think she must be, going about, intruding even into the Castle, and telling all that will listen to her, that _she_ is betrothed to the Marquis of Arondelle."
"Oh! Just as I feared!" muttered the banker, in a tone that instantly riveted the attention of his daughter.
"_What_ did you fear, my father?" she inquired, fixing her eyes upon his face.
The banker hesitated.
His daughter repeated her question:
"_What_ did you fear, my dear father?"
"Why, just what has happened, my love!" impatiently answered the banker.
"That this silly report would reach your ears and give you uneasiness. It _has_ reached you; but do not, I beseech you, let it trouble you!"
"There is no truth in it of course, papa?" said Salome, in a tone of entreaty.
"No, no, at least none that need concern you. Lord bless my soul, girl, young men will be young men! Arondelle is now about twenty-five years of age. And he was not brought up in a convent, as you were. He has lived for a quarter of a century in the world! Surely, you do not expect that a young man should live as long as that without ever admiring a pretty face, and even telling its owner so, do you?"
"I never once thought about that, at all, papa," said Salome, in a mournful tone.