She had no strength to contest his solemn words, or stay him, and he went forth.
CHAPTER XLI
AUSTIN RETURNS
A man with a beard saluted the wise youth Adrian in the full blaze of Piccadilly with a clap on the shoulder. Adrian glanced leisurely behind.
"Do you want to try my nerves, my dear fellow? I"m not a man of fashion, happily, or you would have struck the seat of them. How are you?"
That was his welcome to Austin Wentworth after his long absence.
Austin took his arm, and asked for news, with the hunger of one who had been in the wilderness five years.
"The Whigs have given up the ghost, my dear Austin. The free Briton is to receive Liberty"s pearl, the Ballot. The Aristocracy has had a cycle"s notice to quit. The Monarchy and old Madeira are going out; Demos and Cape wines are coming in. They call it Reform. So, you see, your absence has worked wonders. Depart for another five years, and you will return to ruined stomachs, cracked sconces, general upset, an equality made perfect by universal prostration."
Austin indulged him in a laugh. "I want to hear about ourselves. How is old Ricky?"
"You know of his--what do they call it when greenhorns are licenced to jump into the milkpails of dairymaids?--a very charming little woman she makes, by the way--presentable! quite old Anacreon"s rose in milk. Well! everybody thought the System must die of it. Not a bit. It continued to flourish in spite. It"s in a consumption now, though--emaciated, lean, raw, spectral! I"ve this morning escaped from Raynham to avoid the sight of it. I have brought our genial uncle Hippias to town--a delightful companion! I said to him: "We"ve had a fine Spring." "Ugh!" he answers, "there"s a time when you come to think the Spring old." You should have heard how he trained out the "old." I felt something like decay in my sap just to hear him.
In the prize-fight of life, my dear Austin, our uncle Hippias has been unfairly hit below the belt. Let"s guard ourselves there, and go and order dinner."
"But where"s Ricky now, and what is he doing?" said Austin.
"Ask what he has done. The miraculous boy has gone and got a baby!"
"A child? Richard has one?" Austin"s clear eyes shone with pleasure.
"I suppose it"s not common among your tropical savages. He has one: one as big as two. That has been the death-blow to the System. It bore the marriage--the baby was too much for it. Could it swallow the baby, "twould live. She, the wonderful woman, has produced a large boy. I a.s.sure you it"s quite amusing to see the System opening its mouth every hour of the day, trying to gulp him down, aware that it would be a consummate cure, or happy release."
By degrees Austin learnt the baronet"s proceedings, and smiled sadly.
"How has Ricky turned out?" he asked. "What sort of a character has he?"
"The poor boy is ruined by his excessive anxiety about it.
Character? he has the character of a bullet with a treble charge of powder behind it. Enthusiasm is the powder. That boy could get up an enthusiasm for the maiden days of Ops! He was going to reform the world, after your fashion, Austin,--you have something to answer for. Unfortunately he began with the feminine side of it. Cupid proud of Phoebus newly slain, or Pluto wishing to people his kingdom, if you like, put it into the soft head of one of the guileless grateful creatures to kiss him for his good work. Oh, horror! he never expected that. Conceive the System in the flesh, and you have our Richard. The consequence is, that this male Peri refuses to enter his Paradise, though the gates are open for him, the trumpets blow, and the fair unspotted one awaits him fruitful within. We heard of him last that he was trying the German waters--preparatory to his undertaking the release of Italy from the subjugation of the Teuton. Let"s hope they"ll wash him. He is in the company of Lady Judith Felle--your old friend, the ardent female Radical who married the decrepit lord to carry out her principles.
They always marry English lords, or foreign princes. I admire their tactics."
"Judith is bad for him in such a state. I like her, but she was always too sentimental," said Austin.
"Sentiment made her marry the old lord, I suppose? I like her _for_ her sentiment, Austin. Sentimental people are sure to live long and die fat. Feeling, that"s the slayer, coz. Sentiment! "tis the cajolery of existence: the soft bloom which whoso weareth, he or she is enviable. Would that I had more!"
"You"re not much changed, Adrian."
"I"m not a Radical, Austin."
Further inquiries, responded to in Adrian"s figurative speech, instructed Austin that the baronet was waiting for his son, in a posture of statuesque offended paternity, before he would receive his daughter-in-law and grandson. That was what Adrian meant by the efforts of the System to swallow the baby.
"We"re in a tangle," said the wise youth. "Time will extricate us, I presume, or what is the venerable signor good for?"
Austin mused some minutes, and asked for Lucy"s place of residence.
"We"ll go to her by and by," said Adrian.
"I shall go and see her now," said Austin.
"Well, we"ll go and order the dinner first, coz."
"Give me her address."
"Really, Austin, you carry matters with too long a beard," Adrian objected. "Don"t you care what you eat?" he roared hoa.r.s.ely, looking humorously hurt. "I daresay not. A slice out of him that"s handy--sauce du ciel! Go, batten on the baby, cannibal. Dinner at seven."
Adrian gave him his own address, and Lucy"s, and strolled off to do the better thing.
Overnight Mrs. Berry had observed a long stranger in her tea-cup.
Posting him on her fingers and starting him with a smack, he had vaulted lightly and thereby indicated that he was positively coming the next day. She forgot him in the bustle of her duties and the absorption of her faculties in thoughts of the incomparable stranger Lucy had presented to the world, till a knock at the street-door reminded her. "There he is!" she cried, as she ran to open to him.
"There"s my stranger come!" Never was a woman"s faith in omens so justified. The stranger desired to see Mrs. Richard Feverel. He said his name was Mr. Austin Wentworth. Mrs. Berry clasped her hands, exclaiming, "Come at last!" and ran bolt out of the house to look up and down the street. Presently she returned with many excuses for her rudeness, saying: "I expected to see her comin"
home, Mr. Wentworth. Every day twice a day she go out to give her blessed angel an airing. No leavin" the child with nursemaids for her! She _is_ a mother! and good milk, too, thank the Lord! though her heart"s so low."
Indoors Mrs. Berry stated who she was, related the history of the young couple, and her partic.i.p.ation in it, and admired the beard.
"Though I"d swear you don"t wear it for ornament, now!" she said, having in the first impulse designed a stroke at man"s vanity.
Ultimately Mrs. Berry spoke of the family complication, and with dejected head and joined hands threw out dark hints about Richard.
While Austin was giving his cheerfuller views of the case, Lucy came in, preceding the baby.
"I am Austin Wentworth," he said, taking her hand. They read each other"s faces, these two, and smiled kinship.
"Your name is Lucy?"
She affirmed it softly.
"And mine is Austin, as you know."
Mrs. Berry allowed time for Lucy"s charms to subdue him, and presented Richard"s representative, who, seeing a new face, suffered himself to be contemplated before he commenced crying aloud and knocking at the doors of Nature for something that was due to him.
"Ain"t he a l.u.s.ty darlin"?" says Mrs. Berry. "Ain"t he like his own father? There can"t be no doubt about zoo, zoo pitty pet. Look at his fists. Ain"t he got pa.s.sion? Ain"t he a splendid roarer? Oh!"
and she went off rapturously into baby-language.
A fine boy, certainly. Mrs. Berry exhibited his legs for further proof, desiring Austin"s confirmation as to their being dumplings.
Lucy murmured a word of excuse, and bore the splendid roarer out of the room.
"She might a done it here," said Mrs. Berry. "There"s no prettier sight, I say. If her dear husband could but see that! He"s off in his heroics--he want to be doin" all sort o" things: I say he"ll never do anything grander than that baby. You should "a seen her uncle over that baby--he came here, for I said, you _shall_ see your own fam"ly, my dear, and so she thinks. He come, and he laughed over the baby in the joy of his heart, poor man! he cried, he did. You should see that Mr. Thompson, Mr. Wentworth--a friend o" Mr.
Richard"s, and a very modest-minded young gentleman--he worships her in his innocence. It"s a sight to see him with that baby. My belief is he"s unhappy "cause he can"t anyways be nurse-maid to him. O Mr.
Wentworth! what _do_ you think of her, sir?"