Petley pinched his chin between a shaky finger and thumb. "He don"t seem like a friend," said he in his quavering voice. "He didn"t tell you or me, Master Rupert, how bad things were. When you was at college he should have told you, and then you might have learned some way of getting money."
"My father trusted him, John. He was appointed my guardian by the will my father made before he left for China."
"And Dr. Forge went with the master to China," said the old man, "how did the master die?"
"Of dysentery, so Dr. Forge says."
"And others say he was murdered."
"Who says so, John?"
"Well sir, that Mandarin gentleman sent your father"s papers and luggage back here when your mother was alive. A Chinaman brought the things. He hinted that all was not right, and afterwards the mistress died. She believed your father was murdered."
Rupert looked pensive. He had heard something of this, but the story had been so vague, and was so vague as John told it, that he did not believe in it much. "Does Dr. Forge know the truth?" he asked.
"He ought to, sir. Dr. Forge came from China with a report of this gold mine up in Kan-su, and your father was all on fire to go there and make money. The mistress implored him not to go but he would. He went with Dr. Forge, and never returned. The doctor, I know, says that the master died of dysentery, when the doctor himself was at Pekin. But I never liked that Forge," cried the old servant vehemently, "and I believe there"s something black about the business."
"But why should Forge be an enemy of my father"s?"
"Ah sir," Petley shook his old head, "I can"t rightly say. Those two were at college together and fast friends; but I never liked Forge. No, sir, not if I was killed for it would I ever like that gentleman, though it"s not for a person in my position to speak so. I asked the doctor again and again to let me know how bad things were, when you were at school, Master Rupert, but he told me to mind my own business. As if it wasn"t my business to see after the family I"d been bred up in, since fifteen years of age."
"I"ll have a talk with Dr. Forge," said Rupert after a pause, "if there is any question of my father having been murdered, I"ll see if he knows," he turned and looked on the old man quickly. "You don"t suppose John that if there was a murder, he--"
"No! no!" cried Petley hurriedly, "I don"t say he had to do with it. But that Mandarin--"
"Lo-Keong. Why Forge hates him."
"So he says. But this Mandarin, as I"ve heard from the Major, is high in favour with the Chinaman"s court. If the doctor was his enemy, he could not go so often to China as he does. And since your father"s death fifteen years ago, he"s been back several times."
"Well I"ll speak to him, John."
"And about the money, sir?"
Rupert sat down again. "I don"t know what to do," he groaned. "I can manage to stave off many of the creditors, but if Miss Wharf forecloses the mortgage at Christmas everyone will come down with a rush and I"ll have to give up Royabay to the creditors."
"Never--never--that will never be," said John fiercely, "why the place has been under the Ainsleighs for over three hundred years."
"I don"t think that matters to the creditors," said Rupert wincing, "if I could only raise this thirty-thousand and get the land clear I would be able to live fairly well. There wouldn"t be much; still I could keep the Abbey and we could live quietly."
"_We_ sir?" asked the old man raising his head.
Rupert flushed, seeing he had made a slip. He did not want to tell the old man that he was married, as he was fearful lest the news should come to Miss Wharf"s ears and render his wife"s position with that lady unbearable. "I might get married you know," he said in an evasive way.
"Lord, sir," cried Petley in terror, "whatever you do, don"t c.u.mber yourself with a wife, till you put things straight."
"Heaven only knows how I am to put them straight," sighed Rupert. "I say, John, send me in some tea. I"m quite weary. Thorp is coming to see me next week and we"ll have a talk."
"With Dr. Forge I hope," said old John, as he withdrew.
Ainsleigh frowned, when the door closed. Petley certainly seemed possessed by the idea that Forge was an enemy of the Ainsleighs, yet Rupert could think of no reason why he should be. He had been an excellent guardian to the boy, and if he had not told him the full extent of the ruin till it was too late to prevent it, he might have done so out of pity, so that the lad"s young years might be unclouded.
"Still it would have been better had he been less tender of my feelings and more considerate for my position," thought Rupert as he paced the long room.
While he was sadly looking out of the window and thinking of the wrench it would be to leave the old place, he saw a tall woman walking up the avenue. The eyes of love are keen, and Rupert with a thrill of joy recognised the stately gait of Olivia. With an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of delight, he ran out, nearly upsetting Mrs. Petley who was coming into the Library with a dainty tea. Disregarding her exclamation of astonishment, Rupert sprang out of the door and down the steps. He met Olivia half way near the ruins of the Abbey. "My dearest," he said stretching out both hands, "how good of you to come!" Olivia, who looked pale, allowed him to take her hands pa.s.sively. "I want to speak to you," she said quickly, "come into the Abbey," and she drew him towards the ruins.
"No! No," said her husband, "enter your own house and have a cup of tea.
It is just ready and will do you good."
"Not just now, Rupert," she replied, laying a detaining hand on his arm.
"I can wait only for a quarter of an hour. I must get back."
Rupert grumbled at the short time, but, resolved to make the most of it, he walked with her into the cloisters. These were small but the ruins were very beautiful. Rows of delicately carved pillars surrounded a gra.s.sy sward. At the far end were the ruins of the church stretching into the pines. The roofless fane looked venerable even in the bright sunshine. The walls were overgrown with ivy, and some of the images over the door, still remained, though much defaced by Time. The windows were without the painted gla.s.s which had once filled them, but were rich with elaborate stone work. This was especially fine in the round window over the altar. As in the cloisters, the body of the church was overgrown with gra.s.s and some of the pillars had fallen. The lovers did not venture into the ruined church itself but walked round the pavement of the cloisters under the arches. Doubtless in days of old, many a venerable father walked on that paved way. But the monks were gone, the shrine was in ruins, and these lovers of a younger generation paced the quiet cloisters talking of love.
"My darling," said the young husband fondly, "how pale you are. I hope nothing is wrong."
"My aunt is ill. Oh it"s nothing--only a feverish cold. She hopes to be well enough to attend the ball to-morrow night."
"I did not hear of it," said Rupert, "though Tidman generally tells me the news. I have been in London for the last few days."
"So I see," said Olivia, and glanced at her fair stalwart husband in his frock coat and smart Bond street kit, "how well you look."
Rupert appreciated the compliment and taking her hands kissed both several times. Olivia bent forward and pressed a kiss on his smooth hair. Then she withdrew her hands. "We must talk sense," she said severely.
"Oh," said Rupert making a wry face, "not about your aunt?"
"Yes. I can"t understand her. She has shut herself up in her room and refuses to see me. She will admit no one but Miss Pewsey."
Ainsleigh shrugged his shoulders. "What does it matter," he said, "you know Miss Wharf never liked you. You are much too handsome, my own. And that is the reason also, for Miss Pewsey"s dislike."
"Oh, Miss Pewsey is more amiable," said Olivia, "indeed I never knew her to be so amiable. She is always chatting to me at such times as she can be spared from my aunt"s room."
"Well, what is worrying you?"
"This exclusion from Aunt Sophia"s room," said Olivia with tears of vexation in her dark eyes. "I am her only relative--or at all events I am her nearest. It seems hard that she should exclude me, and admit Miss Pewsey who is only a paid companion."
"I don"t think it matters a bit," said Rupert, "hasn"t your aunt seen anyone lately?"
"No,--yes, by the way. She has seen her lawyer several times."
"I expect she is altering her will."
Olivia laughed. "She threatens to do so in favour of Miss Pewsey, unless by the end of the month I give you up, and engage myself either to Mr.
Walker or to Mr. Burgh."
Rupert grew very angry. "What a detestable woman," he exclaimed. "I beg your pardon, dear, I forgot she"s your aunt. But what right has she to order you about like this? You are of age."
"And I am married, though she doesn"t know it. But I"ll tell you the real reason, I am vexed I can"t see my aunt. Can"t we sit down?"
"Over there," said Ainsleigh, pointing to a secluded seat.