"Wait till the end of the year," said Olivia feverishly, "then you may be able to get money, to put things straight. It is best to keep the matter quiet now. Oh how I wish we had money Rupert."
"I may be able to make it out of the fan?"
"What fan?" asked Olivia looking at him.
Rupert laughed. "I forgot you don"t know." He took the slip of paper from his pocket-book and lighting a match he read the description of the fan. "I went up to the place," he continued dropping the lucifer, "and saw a Chinaman, Tung-yu--"
"What," said Olivia starting, "why that is the man Mr. Walker is going to bring to the ball. He"s a clerk in the firm of k.u.m-gum Li and Company."
"That"s strange. I thought he was the keeper of the joss-house in Perry Street, Whitechapel. Humph! Does Walker know of the fan?"
"I don"t know. But he knows this Tung-yu, and I think, so does Mr.
Burgh. He seemed much annoyed when he heard the name."
"What about?"
"I can"t say. And Rupert. Mr. Burgh speaks Chinese--"
"He must be very clever then for I hear it is a most awful language to get hold of. Was Burgh ever in China?"
"Yes. He brought the fan from that place?"
"Fan." Rupert turned round sharply, "what fan?"
"The one you talk about," said Olivia innocently.
"I recognised it at once from the description you read just now."
"Are you sure," said Rupert much excited, for he never expected to hear of the missing fan from Olivia of all people.
"Quite sure--positive. The fan is painted green on one side and the sticks on the other are overlaid with thin jade, so I suppose it gets its name from the mineral. Then it has a cord of yellow silk with four beads and half a bead, and----"
"It is the same. Where did Burgh get it?"
"I don"t know. He says he brought it from China, and offered it to me. I refused it----"
"I should think so," said Ainsleigh fuming, "well?"
"Then he gave it to my aunt."
"And has Miss Wharf got it now?"
"I think so, but I have not seen it lately. I expect if she has, she will use it at the ball."
"And Tung-yu who advertises, is coming to the ball," mused Rupert, "there doesn"t seem much chance for me. I expect your aunt will make the money after all."
"It won"t be much. Who would give a large sum for that fan?"
"Tung-yu will. He is ready to give five thousand pounds."
"Oh," said Olivia with real regret, "and I refused it."
"I"m glad you did," cried Rupert angrily, "I would rather everything went than that you should accept presents from that bounder. Well I fear my chance is gone Olivia. I"m ruined."
"Dearest I will face the ruin with you," and in the shadows they kissed.
CHAPTER V
CONCERNING THE FAN
Rupert returned to Royabay in rather a melancholy frame of mind. He found himself in a very difficult situation, and there did not seem to be any chance of his extricating himself therefrom, now that Miss Wharf possessed the fan. It was strange that she should have received it from Clarence Burgh, and Rupert wondered how that dashing young gentleman became its owner. However, there was little use speculating on this.
Miss Wharf had the fan, and probably she would keep it, unless the large sum of money offered by Tung-yu tempted her to do business. Ainsleigh wondered also, if the old maid had read the papers, and if she had seen the advertis.e.m.e.nt.
"But what does it matter to me," said Rupert, as he turned up the avenue. "I won"t get the money, and Miss Wharf will see me hanged first before she will let me make such a sum. While I am poor, she holds me in her clutches, and thinks by means of that mortgage to prevent my marriage with Olivia. What would she say if she knew that we were already married. I was wrong to consent to keep the affair secret, even though Olivia wished it. In any case Miss Wharf can do nothing, till the end of the year, and the truth is bound to come to her ears sooner or later. Then she will strike and spare not. I believe that"s the motto of the Wharfs, and it fits her spiteful temper excellently."
Then Rupert went on to reflect on what Olivia had told him of Aunt Sophia"s romance with Markham Ainsleigh. The young man had never heard of it before, as he knew little of his father, who had gone to China, a few years after his heir was born. In fact Markham only waited till there was a male Ainsleigh to carry on the succession and to inherit what remained of the estates, and then steamed to the Far East to seek fortune. But fortune had proved unkind and the poor man had died--whether of dysentery or by violence, it is difficult to say. Some people said one thing and some another, but even Rupert did not know the truth. Dr. Forge, who had worked the mine in the Kan-su province along with Markham, knew the absolute truth, and he ascribed the death to dysentery, so Rupert, for the time being at all events, was willing to accept this explanation. He had no reason to doubt the loyalty of Theophilus Forge who had been a college chum of his father"s.
Thinking in this way and considering whether it would not be advisable to proclaim his marriage so as to release his wife from the odious attentions of Clarence Burgh, the young man arrived at the house. He was met in the hall by Mrs. Petley, who announced that Major Tidman was waiting to see her young master. Rupert nodded in an absent-minded way and was going to the library where the Major was kicking his heels, when Mrs. Petley caught him by the arm. "It"s walking again," said Mrs.
Petley, whose fat face was pale, "and say what you like Master Rupert, trouble is coming."
She was a stout old dame with a red face suggestive of drink, a most unfair thing to be said of her as she drank nothing stronger than gin and water, one tumbler a night before retiring. But Mrs. Petley had been a cook in her early days; later on she a.s.sumed the position of Rupert"s nurse, and finally, having married Petley the butler, she became housekeeper of Royabay. She was a common vulgar old woman, but loyal to the core, and adored Rupert. When he had to dismiss the greater part of his servants he retained John Petley, and John Petley"s wife, who continued to serve him faithfully and always hoped for better days. Mrs.
Petley, being intensely superst.i.tious, was always influenced by the appearance of Abbot Raoul whose walking was supposed to predict bad luck to the Ainsleighs. If the ghost did not appear Mrs. Petley was happy, but when it did she always prognosticated evil. And it must be admitted that Rupert usually had more trouble with his creditors when Abbot Raoul _did_ visit his old haunts. He seemed to be a most malignant spirit. But Rupert as an educated man, was not going to admit occult influence.
"Nonsense Mrs. Petley," said he, shaking her off, "so far as trouble is concerned Abbot Raoul might remain visible for ever. Am I ever out of trouble?"
"No, that you ain"t, worse luck. But this walking means something extra special as I said to John."
"Where did you see the old beast, I mean Abbot Raoul of course."
Mrs. Petley started. "Hush deary," she whispered looking round in a fearful manner, "don"t speak evil of speerits. It may be round, and you might anger it. I saw it in the cloisters."
"Near the place?" asked Rupert.
"Aye, standing on the black square where its mortal body was burnt poor soul. It was pointing to a tree."
"To what tree--there are plenty in the cloisters."
"To the copper beech, as you might say Master Rupert. And angry enough he looked. I nearly fainted."
"You should be used to the ghost by this time Mrs. Petley."
"Ghosts is things custom won"t help you with," said Mrs. Petley mysteriously, "they freeze your blood every time. Just as I was thinking of a good scream and a faint, it vanished."
"Into thin air like the witches in Macbeth," said Rupert lightly. "Well it doesn"t need Abbot Raoul to come and tell me trouble is near. I"m likely to have a good deal by the end of the year."