"Well, well. Only I must go about this property of his. Besides, I don"t mean to get into disgrace; so I shan"t seem to know anything about it, if it would make him angry. I want to keep on good terms, because of the agency. So, perhaps, I shall shake my head, and think it great presumption in you, Maggie, to have thought of becoming his daughter-in-law. If I can do you no good, I may as well do myself some."
"I hope you won"t mention me at all," she replied.
One comfort (and almost the only one arising from Edward"s visit) was, that she could now often be spared to go up to the thorn-tree, and calm down her anxiety, and bring all discords into peace, under the sweet influences of nature. Mrs. Buxton had tried to teach her the force of the lovely truth, that the "melodies of the everlasting chime" may abide in the hearts of those who ply their daily task in towns, and crowded populous places; and that solitude is not needed by the faithful for them to feel the immediate presence of G.o.d; nor utter stillness of human sound necessary, before they can hear the music of His angels" footsteps; but, as yet, her soul was a young disciple; and she felt it easier to speak to Him, and come to Him for help, sitting lonely, with wild moors swelling and darkening around her, and not a creature in sight but the white specks of distant sheep, and the birds that shun the haunts of men, floating in the still mid-air.
She sometimes longed to go to Mr. Buxton and tell him how much she could sympathize with him, if his dislike to her engagement arose from thinking her unworthy of his son. Frank"s character seemed to her grand in its promise. With vehement impulses and natural gifts, craving worthy employment, his will sat supreme over all, like a young emperor calmly seated on his throne, whose fiery generals and wise counsellors stand alike ready to obey him. But if marriage were to be made by due measurement and balance of character, and if others, with their scales, were to be the judges, what would become of all the beautiful services rendered by the loyalty of true love? Where would be the raising up of the weak by the strong? or the patient endurance? or the gracious trust of her:
"Whose faith is fixt and cannot move; She darkly feels him great and wise, She dwells on him with faithful eyes, "I cannot understand: I love.""
Edward"s manners and conduct caused her more real anxiety than anything else. Indeed, no other thoughtfulness could be called anxiety compared to this. His faults, she could not but perceive, were strengthening with his strength, and growing with his growth. She could not help wondering whence he obtained the money to pay for his dress, which she thought was of a very expensive kind. She heard him also incidentally allude to "runs up to town," of which, at the time, neither she nor her mother had been made aware. He seemed confused when she questioned him about these, although he tried to laugh it off; and asked her how she, a country girl, cooped up among one set of people, could have any idea of the life it was necessary for a man to lead who "had any hope of getting on in the world." He must have acquaintances and connections, and see something of life, and make an appearance. She was silenced, but not satisfied. Nor was she at ease with regard to his health. He looked ill, and worn; and, when he was not rattling and laughing, his face fell into a shape of anxiety and uneasiness, which was new to her in it. He reminded her painfully of an old German engraving she had seen in Mrs. Buxton"s portfolio, called, "Pleasure digging a Grave;" Pleasure being represented by a ghastly figure of a young man, eagerly industrious over his dismal work.
A few days after he went away, Nancy came to her in her bed-room.
"Miss Maggie," said she, "may I just speak a word?" But when the permission was given, she hesitated.
"It"s none of my business, to be sure," said she at last: "only, you see, I"ve lived with your mother ever since she was married; and I care a deal for both you and Master Edward. And I think he drains Missus of her money; and it makes me not easy in my mind. You did not know of it, but he had his father"s old watch when he was over last time but one; I thought he was of an age to have a watch, and that it was all natural. But, I reckon he"s sold it, and got that gimcrack one instead. That"s perhaps natural too.
Young folks like young fashions. But, this time, I think he has taken away your mother"s watch; at least, I"ve never seen it since he went. And this morning she spoke to me about my wages. I"m sure I"ve never asked for them, nor troubled her; but I"ll own it"s now near on to twelve months since she paid me; and she was as regular as clock-work till then. Now, Miss Maggie don"t look so sorry, or I shall wish I had never spoken. Poor Missus seemed sadly put about, and said something as I did not try to hear; for I was so vexed she should think I needed apologies, and them sort of things. I"d rather live with you without wages than have her look so shame-faced as she did this morning. I don"t want a bit for money, my dear; I"ve a deal in the Bank. But I"m afeard Master Edward is spending too much, and pinching Missus."
Maggie was very sorry indeed. Her mother had never told her anything of all this, so it was evidently a painful subject to her; and Maggie determined (after lying awake half the night) that she would write to Edward, and remonstrate with him; and that in every personal and household expense, she would be, more than ever, rigidly economical.
The full, free, natural intercourse between her lover and herself, could not fail to be checked by Mr. Buxton"s aversion to the engagement. Frank came over for some time in the early autumn. He had left Cambridge, and intended to enter himself at the Temple as soon as the vacation was ended.
He had not been very long at home before Maggie was made aware, partly through Erminia, who had no notion of discreet silence on any point, and partly by her own observation, of the increasing estrangement between father and son. Mr. Buxton was reserved with Frank for the first time in his life; and Frank was depressed and annoyed at his father"s obstinate repet.i.tion of the same sentence, in answer to all his arguments in favor of his engagement--arguments which were overwhelming to himself and which it required an effort of patience on his part to go over and recapitulate, so obvious was the conclusion; and then to have the same answer forever, the same words even:
"Frank! it"s no use talking. I don"t approve of the engagement; and never shall."
He would s.n.a.t.c.h up his hat, and hurry off to Maggie to be soothed. His father knew where he was gone without being told; and was jealous of her influence over the son who had long been his first and paramount object in life.
He needed not have been jealous. However angry and indignant Frank was when he went up to the moorland cottage, Maggie almost persuaded him, before half an hour had elapsed, that his father was but unreasonable from his extreme affection. Still she saw that such frequent differences would weaken the bond between father and son; and, accordingly, she urged Frank to accept an invitation into Scotland.
"You told me," said she, "that Mr. Buxton will have it, it is but a boy"s attachment; and that when you have seen other people, you will change your mind; now do try how far you can stand the effects of absence." She said it playfully, but he was in a humor to be vexed.
"What nonsense, Maggie! You don"t care for all this delay yourself; and you take up my father"s bad reasons as if you believed them."
"I don"t believe them; but still they may be true."
"How should you like it, Maggie, if I urged you to go about and see something of society, and try if you could not find some one you liked better? It is more probable in your case than in mine; for you have never been from home, and I have been half over Europe."
"You are very much afraid, are not you, Frank?" said she, her face bright with blushes, and her gray eyes smiling up at him. "I have a great idea that if I could see that Harry Bish that Edward is always talking about, I should be charmed. He must wear such beautiful waistcoats! Don"t you think I had better see him before our engagement is quite, quite final?"
But Frank would not smile. In fact, like all angry persons, he found fresh matter for offence in every sentence. She did not consider the engagement as quite final: thus he chose to understand her playful speech. He would not answer. She spoke again:
"Dear Frank, you are not angry with me, are you? It is nonsense to think that we are to go about the world, picking and choosing men and women as if they were fruit and we were to gather the best; as if there was not something in our own hearts which, if we listen to it conscientiously, will tell us at once when we have met the one of all others. There now, am I sensible? I suppose I am, for your grim features are relaxing into a smile.
That"s right. But now listen to this. I think your father would come round sooner, if he were not irritated every day by the knowledge of your visits to me. If you went away, he would know that we should write to each other yet he would forget the exact time when; but now he knows as well as I do where you are when you are up here; and I fancy, from what Erminia says, it makes him angry the whole time you are away."
Frank was silent. At last he said: "It is rather provoking to be obliged to acknowledge that there is some truth in what you say. But even if I would, I am not sure that I could go. My father does not speak to me about his affairs, as he used to do; so I was rather surprised yesterday to hear him say to Erminia (though I"m sure he meant the information for me), that he had engaged an agent."
"Then there will be the less occasion for you to be at home. He won"t want your help in his accounts."
"I"ve given him little enough of that. I have long wanted him to have somebody to look after his affairs. They are very complicated and he is very careless. But I believe my signature will be wanted for some new leases; at least he told me so."
"That need not take you long," said Maggie.
"Not the mere signing. But I want to know something more about the property, and the proposed tenants. I believe this Mr. Henry that my father has engaged, is a very hard sort of man. He is what is called scrupulously honest and honorable; but I fear a little too much inclined to drive hard bargains for his client. Now I want to be convinced to the contrary, if I can, before I leave my father in his hands. So you cruel judge, you won"t transport me yet, will you?"
"No" said Maggie, overjoyed at her own decision, and blushing her delight that her reason was convinced it was right for Frank to stay a little longer.
The next day"s post brought her a letter from Edward. There was not a word in it about her inquiry or remonstrance; it might never have been written, or never received; but a few hurried anxious lines, asking her to write by return of post, and say if it was really true that Mr. Buxton had engaged an agent. "It"s a confounded shabby trick if he has, after what he said to me long ago. I cannot tell you how much I depend on your complying with my request. Once more, _write directly_. If Nancy cannot take the letter to the post, run down to Combehurst with it yourself. I must have an answer to-morrow, and every particular as to who--when to be appointed, &c. But I can"t believe the report to be true."
Maggie asked Frank if she might name what he had told her the day before to her brother. He said:
"Oh, yes, certainly, if he cares to know. Of course, you will not say anything about my own opinion of Mr. Henry. He is coming to-morrow, and I shall be able to judge how far I am right."
CHAPTER VII.
The next day Mr. Henry came. He was a quiet, stern-looking man, of considerable intelligence and refinement, and so much taste for music as to charm Erminia, who had rather dreaded his visit. But all the amenities of life were put aside when he entered Mr. Buxton"s sanctum--his "office," as he called the room where he received his tenants and business people. Frank thought Mr. Henry was scarce commonly civil in the open evidence of his surprise and contempt for the habits, of which the disorderly books and ledgers were but too visible signs. Mr. Buxton himself felt more like a school-boy, bringing up an imperfect lesson, than he had ever done since he was thirteen.
"The only wonder, my good sir, is that you have any property left; that you have not been cheated out of every farthing."
"I"ll answer for it," said Mr. Buxton, in reply, "that you"ll not find any cheating has been going on. They dared not, sir; they know I should make an example of the first rogue I found out."
Mr. Henry lifted up his eyebrows, but did not speak.
"Besides, sir, most of these men have lived for generations under the Buxtons. I"d give you my life, they would not cheat me."
Mr. Henry coldly said:
"I imagine a close examination of these books by some accountant will be the best proof of the honesty of these said tenants. If you will allow me, I will write to a clever fellow I know, and desire him to come down and try and regulate this ma.s.s of papers."
"Anything--anything you like," said Mr. Buxton, only too glad to escape from the lawyer"s cold, contemptuous way of treating the subject.
The accountant came; and he and Mr. Henry were deeply engaged in the office for several days. Mr. Buxton was bewildered by the questions they asked him. Mr. Henry examined him in the worrying way in which an unwilling witness is made to give evidence. Many a time and oft did he heartily wish he had gone on in the old course to the end of his life, instead of putting himself into an agent"s hands; but he comforted himself by thinking that, at any rate, they would be convinced he had never allowed himself to be cheated or imposed upon, although he did not make any parade of exact.i.tude.
What was his dismay when, one morning, Mr. Henry sent to request his presence, and, with a cold, clear voice, read aloud an admirably drawn up statement, informing the poor landlord of the defalcations, nay more, the impositions of those whom he had trusted. If he had been alone, he would have burst into tears, to find how his confidence had been abused. But as it was, he became pa.s.sionately angry.
"I"ll prosecute them, sir. Not a man shall escape. I"ll make them pay back every farthing, I will. And damages, too. Crayston, did you say, sir? Was that one of the names? Why, that is the very Crayston who was bailiff under my father for years. The scoundrel! And I set him up in my best farm when he married. And he"s been swindling me, has he?"
Mr. Henry ran over the items of the account--"421_l_, 13_s_.
4-3/4_d_. Part of this I fear we cannot recover"----
He was going on, but Mr. Buxton broke in: "But I will recover it. I"ll have every farthing of it. I"ll go to law with the viper. I don"t care for money, but I hate ingrat.i.tude."
"If you like, I will take counsel"s opinion on the case," said Mr. Henry, coolly.
"Take anything you please, sir. Why this Crayston was the first man that set me on a horse--and to think of his cheating me!"
A few days after this conversation, Frank came on his usual visit to Maggie.